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valdemart · 3 years

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Valdebreed Part 2

Us: *votes for courtier content*

Nyx Hydra: Yeah we’re not gonna actually do that lol

I tried to keep Valdemar as in character as possible but honestly? Fuck cannon. If Nyx Hydra isn’t going to feed us, I am! Come get y’all lunch!

NSFW ValdemarxReader Consentacles, way too much cum, dirty talking Valdemar, breeding kink, ruined furniture, pet names, after care probably a rushed intro but fuck it.

After pulling yourself together and freshening up in a very well-earned bath, you made your way back to your room where Valdemar waited.

The fire place had been lit. It was also the only light in the room. If it hadn’t been your own room, you might have bumped into something as you made your way over to where you could see Valdemar.

When you first moved in, there had been a chair in the library that you had fallen in love with. It was an oversized arm chair, big enough to curl up in, made of burgundy velvet. You sank into it like a spoiled house cat and read for hours at a time. Valdemar had found you napping in it at some point and shortly after you had found it had been moved to your room. That’s where they sat now. Naked.

Valdemar never disrobed. Ever. Honestly, you had wondered a few times if their clothing wasn’t part of their actual body. This wasn’t their ‘real’ form, after all. You wouldn’t have been totally shocked to learn that their coat was just their true form’s arm or something, molded to look like clothing. Apparently, you were wrong. All of their skin was the same olive hue as their face and hands, the only other skin of theirs you had really seen before. They were a rectangular shape, their waist only dipping in slightly beneath their ribcage before fulling out to their hips. Their ribs were almost all entirely visible, the shadows cast by the firelight highlighting each groove and protuberance. And sitting on those ribs were the tiniest handfuls of breast tissue, with such perfectly symmetrical shape and nipples that they very obviously weren’t ‘human’. You’d only ever known breasts to be perfect mirror images of each other on statues. You could follow their legs up to their lap, but then all you could make out was shadow.

They were breathtakingly and horrifyingly beautiful.

“I think I’m…overdressed,” you said, your voice so thick with anticipation that you had to pause to swallow before you could finish your sentence.

“For now. I thought this particular situation called for some vulnerability on my part. Disrobe, Little Mouse.”

You slid off your robe and let it pool at your feet, leaving you as bare as they were.

“Come to me.”

You were before them in an instant, desperate to be near them. On them. Filled with them.

“Sit.”

You straddled their lap slowly, knowing the extent of their strength, but still slightly put off by the sight of their ribs. Parts of your brain seemed to have mistaken them for human.

You shivered as your chest pressed against theirs and your nipples hardened against their cool skin. You noticed quietly that theirs were still unerect and soft against you. Their hands wrapped around you gently, their fingers somehow sliding perfectly into the spaces between your ribs where they connected to your spine. If they squeezed, they could probably collapse your whole chest cavity. You had seen them crush a femur in their fist like it had been made out of sugar.

“We’re you ready to begin the experiment, Mouseling?”

“Kiss me first?”

Their lips were cold and thin and they felt so good against your heated skin.

There was loud crackling noise, too loud to have been from the fireplace, followed by a grotesque, wet sound. It sounded like someone was butchering a chicken right in front of you and you would have fallen back to the floor in surprise if Valdemar hadn’t been holding you.

You only saw it for a second but, in the firelight, you saw a cleft on Valdemar’s sternum that started to split open further like the skin was being retracted. You yelped and Valdemar reached out to grab your chin and hold your head upright.

“Look at me, Mouseling. Look only at me.”

They released your chin but your eyes never left theirs. You watched the flames behind you flicker in their red eyes as something unimaginably horrible was happening right below you. The sound traveled downward until it stopped where their genitals would be. Then it was quiet again. You could feel the dark energy emanating from just a few inches below you, but your eyes never left Valdemar’s and you weren’t sure if it was from fear or servility.

“Such an obedient little thing,” Valdemar praised as they brushed your hair off your face. You were sweating despite the chill of their skin and your head was swimming. Their magic tended to do that to you. Asra’s magic and your own magic never made you sick, but Valdemar’s always did. You weren’t sure if it was because it came from a different source or because it was too strong for you. Asra said it was a much older, much darker magic, and that even he wasn’t completely sure he understood it. That had upset you at first, and you tried to argue with him that Valdemar wasn’t evil and you were sick of everyone’s constant comments about it, but he merely placed a finger to your lips to silence you and said ‘I said dark energy, not evil energy’. To Asra’s credit, he handled your relationship with the doctor better than most people had.

But what would he think about a baby?

“Allow me to show you just how satisfying that which you fear is.”

Several appendages the width of a finger started to caress your body, making you jerk away against them, but Valdemar held you steady and your eyes never left theirs. They stared at you, unblinking and smiling softly, as their little tendrils fondled your stomach and legs. They were wet and soft like small tongues, and they left trails of moisture wherever they lapped. While they were a little unnerving, the sensation was like nothing you had felt before. Especially when they found your breasts. They flicked against your nipples flatly before wrapping around them to tug lightly. Your clit pulsed desperately with each little caress and your wet hole clenched around nothing, leaving you feeling desperately empty.

You groaned softly and bucked forward, trying to guide even one of those tendrils to where you now needed it most.

“Impatient?” Valdemar asked, knowing damned well the answer to their own question. “We have the rest of eternity.”

Still, the tendrils descended then. Some softly pulled your lips apart, exposing you, while others tasted you. Two alternated flicks against your clitoris while three or maybe four slid into you at varying depths.

You keened and bucked into Valdemar’s lap, but you knew nothing you could do would change anything they had planned for you.

“Let’s get you nice and prepared to take my seed.”

It didn’t take long for the appendages to lubricate you, perhaps excessively so. Your body was wet now, and it caused you to shiver against the air.

The tendrils working your body withdrew, and you whined pitifully.

“Hush, Pet,” Valdemar said softly, though clearly unannoyed.

There was a singular tendril then, thicker than any of the last ones. A blunt head prodded you gently for a moment before sliding fully inside. Its girth stretched you, but whatever Valdemar had covered you in took away all resistance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and, for a moment, you were worried they wouldn’t come back. This was so much more than anything Valdemar had ever given you. You doubted Valdemar had an established phallus, especially since they shapeshifted every other part of their physical form. This huge thing inside of you was made specifically because they wanted you helplessly full, pinned from the inside.

“I c-cant…Val…”

You weren’t asking for them to stop. No, this was delicious. You need this. But it was so, so much.

“You can. And you will.”

The phallus withdrew slowly to the tip before sliding back in just as slowly, all while Valdemar didn’t move a muscle. It was so typical of the demon, to wreck you without any indication of physical response on their end. They were going to fuck you and anyone watching would think they had nothing to do with it.

Valdmar’s…cock? For lack of a better comparison in your mind fucked you in the uniform way Valdemar did anything. While it lacked human variation, it was unrelenting in its endeavor to impregnant you.

“I can feel your little cunt milking me. Your body’s as desperate to get pregnant as you are.”

Your head dropped with a heavy moan and Valdemar shifted back, taking your full weight against them. If this dicking didn’t kill you, them talking like that certainly would. The heat inside of you was becoming unbearable. All you needed was a little bit more.

“Can you go faster?” You asked softly as you jerked your hips forward into their thrusting.

“Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle things as they were?”

You whined pitifully at their teasing.

“Please? Please? Please?”

With each beg you humped yourself harder. You could feel your climax mounting and all you wanted was to finish with Valdemar this deep inside of you. You weren’t above begging.

“Of course, Duckling. We need your orgasm to move my ejaculate to your womb.”

Their weird medical speak should have been embarrassing, but your walls fluttered around them.

One of their hands found the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist. When Valdemar pushed back into you, it was a sharp, hard thrust and you cried out before you fell forward. You moaned loudly into the fabric of the chair and Valdemar held you against it.

“I have you.”

The tentacle started to piston in and out of you, the speed of the penetration through both of your fluids making the most unholy of sounds, like someone drowning in mud. Your body jiggled and shuddered against Valdemar as they remained perfectly still while they kept you caged to them.

“Val! Val-d-de-mah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

It was right there. You could feel yourself about to snap. Just a little more. Oh, please just a little more. Oh please oh please oh please oh please

A few of the small tendrils from earlier reappeared to lap at your clit and you screamed into the chair. As you contracted around the still thrusting phallus, you could feel it erupt. The fluid coming out of it wasn’t hot or cold, but there was a ridiculous amount of it. It squirted inside of you before you felt it leak out around the two of you, quickly causing a puddle to form in Valdemar’s lap. Despite this, they were still moving in and out of you, fucking their cum back inside of you as it came out.

Too spent to try and wiggle away from the overstimulation, you whimpered for mercy.

“ ‘S too much. Val…”.

“I’m only trying to make sure you’re completely inseminated. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Despite their teasing, their tendril retracted out of you. You shuddered, both thankful for the break and grieving the loss of fullness.

“Val…That was crazy…”

“Science often is.”

It wasn’t hard for Valdemar to maneuver you onto your back in their lap, despite you being completely dead weight. Hooking one arm under your knees, they elevated your lower body and cradled you.

“You’re being too wasteful with my sperm, Little One. You need to be more grateful.”

Finally able to look at yourself, you saw that you were bathed almost completely in black. It started around your breasts where the tendrils had played with you and you grew darker the further down yourself you looked. Of course, Valdemar came black. You doubted anything viable in terms of offspring would actually come of this, but the closeness, the intimacy, that was what you had really needed. The brain melting orgasm hadn’t hurt either.

“I love you.”

Valdemar hummed in acknowledgement before softly running a finger down your stomach, through the gummy pitch they had covered you in, before tracing small circles around your womb.

Every time the fire flickered, the lighting on their face changed, making them look like they were morphing briefly. You couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re going to have such cute kids.”

#I wanted to spend more time on this but its been months and ill just never be happy with my work so *fart noise*#valdemar x apprentice #consentacles #quaestor valdemar #valdemar the arcana

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yoongi-sugaglider · 3 years

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2833

A/n: Just a heads up, mild torture beat em ups this chapter, and the opinions of the military are (Mostly) purely for the story.

Part 17===Part 18===Part 19

By the time my brain even attempted to register what was going on, Jenkins had already dragged me from the kitchen into the main bowling area.

The pitch-black lanes loomed before me, gaping chasms yawning in the darkness like the monstrous face of some multi headed monster preparing to swallow me whole.

Jenkins shoved me ahead of him, causing me to stumble into one of the ball returns. I choked back a cry as the cool and unforgiving metal dug into the wound on my thigh. The last thing I needed was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hurt me, especially with the implications of what he planned to do to me.

As I pushed myself to stand he grabbed my arm, growling his impatience in my ear and shoving me around the machine.

“Keep it moving, I don’t have all day.”

I frowned, shuffling forward a pace or two before finding my stride once again.

“Shame, last I checked I had the whole apocalypse.” I laced as much sass as I could manage into my tone, earning myself a jab to the ribs from his weapon. The bruising force had me cackling into the darkness like a mad woman.

We passed several of his soldier buddies. Some camped out on the seats around the score monitors while others milled around in small groups or by themselves. All of them seemed desperate to stick as close to the lanterns as they could though.

Of the ones that I could see, including the three I’d seen stationed at the front doors, I counted 14 bodies, 26 total if I included the civilians I’d been grouped with in the kitchens. There was no telling really though how many of the soldiers had weapons and special combat training, and that alone set me on edge enough to keep me paying attention.

“Home sweet home huh?” I muttered as we made our way through to the lobby and towards a set of very dark looking stairs.

Jenkins paused for a moment and I watched by the light filtering in from the front doors as he dug angrily through the pockets of his army issue cargo pants.

“Gosh, and here I thought the torture was gonna be getting my fingernails ripped out or some shit. No, it’s waiting on King Flaccid to figure his shit out.”

The comment may have earned me a rifle butt to the stomach but damn if it wasn’t worth seeing Jenkin’s fellow soldier snickering behind his back.

“Shut it Riley…” Jenkins grumbled.

By the time the semi functioning man had his flashlight out and shining at the stairs I’d recovered from my forced Lamaze class enough to walk upright again. Which meant once more I was leading the way in a building I’d never been in before.

Using my still cuffed hands I felt along the walls as I climbed, finally emerging on the pitch black landing with a sigh.

“Lovely place you have here.” I grumbled, impatiently tapping my foot as I watched the bobbing beam of the flashlight slowly ascending behind me. I suppressed a shiver when the light highlighted several dark smears and handprint splatters on the wall.

“Yooo!! Welcome to my crib MTV!” I grinned, leaning against the wall as nonchalantly as possible when Jenkins and his buddy finally huffed and puffed their way to standing in front of me.

“Fuck sake Jenkins. Can we shut this bitch up already?”

Apparently the men had finally had enough of me as the next thing I knew I woke up with a blinding headache and a distinct inability to draw a full breath from the fact that my arms were now wrapped around the back of a chair and cuffed in place.

“Jeeze, you would think being in the military somebody would have taught these boys how to treat a lady.” I grumbled to myself, earning me a quiet snicker from somewhere ahead of me.

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the relative brightness of the room after so long spent in the dark. A grin leapt to my face at the sight of Rose, slightly bruised to the face but no less alive and well.

“Well shit, fancy meeting you here hot stuff!”

She grinned back at me, the expression coming across as mildly manic since the swelling to her lips and cheek made her face slightly lopsided.

The room itself was about as boring as an office could get. My brain only half way registered the handful of candles that lit the place, making the bowling posters and filing cabinets feel almost sinister.

Almost.

“Homey.” I smiled, eyes seeking out Jenkins and his buddy who stood back by the door, whisper arguing with each other.

“Boys? Fancy getting a girl a drink?” I asked, head tilted awkwardly so I could catch their eye when they turned to glare at me.

Neither answered though and I went back to taking in my surroundings. Taehyung sat in a chair just opposite Rose, facing her as if they’d been making him watch them torture her. Amatures.

I nodded to him, knowing he’d always been able to handle the harshest of treatments thanks to having watched Hoseok initiate him ages and ages ago. He didn’t seem too happy to see me there but I shrugged his way, sending him a grin that had his frown deepening.

“You do realize if we duct tape her mouth we won’t have to deal with her bullshit right?”

I turned to look at the two soldiers, quirking an eyebrow at the younger one and smiling flirtily his way.

“Aww, tie me up and gag me. I like the way that one thinks.” The bright blush that exploded across his cheeks was well worth what came next.

There was no warning. I don’t know why I expected there to be one.

One minute Jenkins was by the door, the next he was right in front of me.

The pain that lashed across the left side of my face had me seeing stars. Almost immediately Rose was screaming, struggling against her restraints and threatening the men around us.

“You low life piece of garbage! I swear to fuck I will expose every internet search you ever tried to hide! Every tiny dick pic you ever took. Every depraved piece of porn you ever Googled or downloaded!”

She continued on, practically foaming at the mouth as Jenkins laughed out loud.

“Ah, see now. I had a feeling this one would be useful.” He snickered, eyes filled with glee as he watched me spit out the blood that’d filled my mouth when my teeth scraped the inside of my cheek. He pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket, flicking it back and forth a few times before flashing it open before me.

“Come on now Army boy, my grandmother hits harder than that.” I grinned up at him, knowing I looked half way to deranged with my swelling cheek and the blood that I could still taste covering my front teeth.

My insult must not have sat too well with his ego as he bent over me and jammed the handle of his knife into my thigh wound.

“Cheeky little cunt.” He growled, breath a hot mask of cigarettes and whatever canned goop he’d eaten for lunch.

I cried out from the shock of the pain, eyes watering as I sought out the comforting sight of my friends.

Rose was openly sobbing, head hung low as she continued to mutter threats in Jenkins’ general direction. Tae on the other hand was stone silent, eyes awash with rage as he opened his mouth as if to speak.

I returned my attention to Jenkins, though I made sure Taehyung had his eyes on me before I spoke.

“Silence is golden. It’s better this way.” I knew it was cryptic, that much was obvious in the way Jenkins hesitated in raising his hand as if to hit me again.

More importantly than his reaction though was Tae. I knew he would understand my words without me having to say anything.

I glanced over at Tae, watching his eyes go from blind fury to a quiet resignation. Despite everything on the line he knew better than to go against my silent orders.

“Well?” The man called Riley demanded.

Jenkins continued to twirl his butterfly knife, face a mask of cold indifference as he watched the edge glint in the low candle light. He pulled an empty chair over, sitting down and leaning forward, elbows on his knees as he scratched at his chin with the knife blade while watching my every move.

I squinted at him, watching the rusted gears turning in his head before realization struck.

“You’ve never done this have you?” I asked, grinning brightly before throwing my head back to cackle aloud into the darkness.

“Good lord Tae no wonder you haven’t said shit!” I leaned to the side a bit, sending the stoic hacker a wink. “Hobi would have had any one of us howling out secrets by now. And here I thought I was actually in trouble. That boy could get a baby to snitch on their mother’s breast milk and here you two are barely struggling to even get me to shut up. Can you imagine!”

***

They tried. They certainly did.

By the time Jenkins had worn himself into exhaustion I’d grown bored with all of it.

He’d hit me sure, bruised my face and arms several shades of ugly. But in the end I’d been untied and sent on my way back to the kitchen with the others along with Rose and Taehyung.

I could tell the entire experience had demoralized poor Jenkins. His shoulders slumped as he followed behind Riley before disappearing into the darkness of the lobby after we’d been delivered back to the kitchen.

Once the soldiers were gone Jimin immediately rushed over to fawn over the three of us. He did the best he could with what the kitchen had available, substituting a tiny bottle of vodka that one of the civilians had found for rubbing alcohol and patching up everyone’s wounds as best as he was able to.

After my injuries had been attended to I made my way over to what remained of our crew, hugging a sobbing Jeanette tightly while sending Yoongi a reassuring smile before allowing myself to be wrapped from behind in the warmth of Jungkook’s grounding embrace.

“How bad was it?” he muttered into my shoulder blade.

“Not too bad. Pretty sure Jimin would have had a better time of it compared to what those amateurs attempted to accomplish.”

“Fucking Air Farce.” Came Rose’s grumbled remark as she collapsed gracelessly beside where Jeanette and Yoongi were sat.

“Air Farce?” Namjoon’s voice came from behind me and I turned to give him a smile, shrinking away slightly with a playful squeak when he reached out to ruffle my hair.

“Yeah. American military has several branches, just like most countries. There’s a bit of a hierarchy on respect levels though. Marines are hardcore, either single minded dogs or gung-ho and always ready and looking for action. Army are the boys on the front lines, some call them cannon fodder.” Rose shrugged as she leaned into Taehyung, finally relaxing for the first time since we’d been taken from the house.

“Nobody really pays attention to the Navy honestly. I mean, there’s the occasional sailor comes to port joke but really the just… It’s like everyone knows they exist but nobody wants to talk about them or admit that they do.”

“And the Air Farce?” Namjoon, ever eager to learn new things, seemed almost to be bouncing in place where he sat on the kitchen floor across from Rose.

“Air Force.” Rose corrected with a smirk. “Every branch has their own air support division. Planes, jets, choppers. All of that. The Air Force is strictly flight stuff. Air cargo, air support, blah blah blah. And while that would sound pretty epic, it’s the way they’re treated that pisses off the other branches.”

“What do you mean the way they’re treated?” One of the civilians chirped up, a young girl with eyes sparkling almost as brightly as Namjoon’s who’d wandered over and had been hovering awkwardly at the edge of the conversation. Her mother hushed her, though Rose smiled and motioned to the mother that it was okay.

“Well, actually Jeanette knows more about that than I do.” Rose smiled.

The woman blushed, having been caught listening in on the conversation as well. I glanced around the room, eyes widening when I realized that most of the people who’d been locked in the kitchen with us had their full focus on those who’d been talking.

Jeanette swallowed, nerves clamming her up at the attention. The young girl sat at her feet though, and so she chose to give her attention to the younger audience. The shift in her focus seemed to calm her enough that she was able to tell her story.

“My...recently deceased husband was in the Army. He’d been part of a war not too long ago and spent a lot of his time deployed in the desert. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of living arrangements as you can imagine.”

The girl giggled, “Wouldn’t it be like living on the beach though?”

“Oh sure.” Jeanette replied. “If that beach was nothing but sand with no water and all the crabbies were just a bunch of grumpy people.”

Namjoon jerked up, eyes wide and sparkling as he practically shouted. “There are crabs in the desert??”

Rose snorted, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. “No Joon, but there are definitely some awful big spiders there.”

“Ewwwwww, I don’t like spiders.” The girl cringed, shuffling closer to Jeanette who instinctually gathered her into her arms.

“Me too neither.” Jeanette giggled before returning to her story.

“Well, I have a younger brother. He’d been slated to be a pretty amazing athlete. But his final year of high school he messed up his knee pretty bad and his basketball career was pretty much over. So he asked Dean for some advice. Dean pointed him towards the air force.”

The girl snuggled into Jeanette, being careful not to crush her belly and causing her mother to send Jeanette an apologetic grimace of a smile. Jeanette shook her head though, sending a reassuring smile back to let the mother know it was alright.

“After basic training my brother was sent on his first deployment to an island outpost. He’d set things up so that he could communicate with his family while he was gone, his wife and myself included. One day he messages me, and so we get to talking about his living arrangements, which of course Dean decided he needed to chirp in his two cents about.” Jeanette smiled down at the girl, brushing her hair out of her now sleeping face before turning to Namjoon’s rapt attention.

“You see, when my brother was deployed, instead of staying in a tent as if he was in the desert, or being forced to sleep on a hammock like those in the Navy had to do when they were deployed on their ships, the Air Force had put him and his squad up in a hotel. He had messaged me to complain that room service hadn’t brought him fresh towels in a week so he’d been forced to do his own laundry.”

Yoongi snorted, arms crossed over his stomach and chin buried in his chest as he struggled to contain his mirth.

“Wait so...what was wrong with that?” Namjoon asked and Yoongi barked out a bitter laugh.

“He’s deployed Joon. Life isn’t supposed to be easy on mission. You’re there to do a job. What Rose is getting at is that these Air Force men are spoiled, allowed to live the easy life while the real military men toil in the dirt.”

“Well...I mean..”

Yoongi cut Namjoon off, giving him a deliciously evil grin. “This is a good thing. With the way these three looked after their so called torture interrogation, those dense fucks outside don’t have a clue what they’re doing. Just a handful of shmucks with guns.”

“So then…” I paused when Yoongi turned to me with a confident grin.

“Enough planning and the right upper hand, and maybe, just maybe we can get out of this completely unscathed.”

I could feel the change in Jungkook’s body language, as he’d never let go of his grip on me from behind.

“Well shit...if that’s the case…”

Jungkook was interrupted though, as suddenly, as if the universe had decided to finally give us a break from the madness, a tiny voice chirped out from the chest pocket of my shirt.

“Hey...Boss Lady...can you hear me?”

I stiffened, eyes wide as I turned to stare at Jungkook in shock.

“.....Jin? Seokjin is that you?”

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stevenbasic · 3 years

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Melissa Monroe, new Office Manager at Far Horizons Medical Associates, was back in the office after one day away. She’d taken the time off to settle herself, to get her thoughts straight, to wrap her head around - god! - just how fucking exciting it all was, now that he was...omigosh...becoming smaller.

And she was bigger every day...

She had summoned him - summoned him! - to her office, on this cold, rainy October morning. She’d told her girls to call him to her and he had come, without complaint. Her boss...or, haha, her ‘boss’...at her beck and call. Nnngh it made her squirmy. He had the title, but they..oh god...they both knew who was in charge where it counted. It made her feel every ounce a woman, dominating a man like this. It was early Friday and it was time for their weekly coffee date. Coffee, haha! She’d be feeding him more milk than ever, she thought with a laugh to herself - haha haha, it’s so funny! - and making sure he took off his jacket so she could see his thin, weak shoulders.

God!!!

It had been pointless, she thought to herself, as she sat up on her knees next to him on her office couch. She’d been calm when she asked him to sit. She’d been professional when she’d given him the tablet, pre-loaded with the new application photos and videos of a bevy of girls ripe for her team. She’d been dutiful, as she helped him out of his jacket, fed him his warm milk, and straightened his hair, set pillows behind him. But now, as she slowly rose up next to where he sat, she knew her “mental health day” had been a joke. She knew, no matter how conservatively she’d forced herself to dress this morning - in this vest, blouse, these pants - it was all for naught. In fact, the day away - instead of calming her - had made her jittery, like she was jonesing for a hit. She needed to see him, be in the same room as him, breathe air that had him in it. And, when she finally had him sat down next to her, as she felt herself slowly towering over him more and more, she knew she really had no control over these new urges she’d been having. Get a grip Missy, haha! she scolded herself, He’s still your boss!!

She straightened his funny little shirt collar for him. He’s just so small!!

”M-m-Melissa..?” Dr. J finally peeped. He’d been feeling it himself, secretly, this urge to see her. What was wrong with him?? It had gone way beyond just surreptitiously wanting to ogle her huge tits, her powerful legs. Admittedly it had started that way but now it was more than just looking for any chance to marvel at that god-given ass. He felt like he physically needed to be near her, and now after a day away he’d come to her when she called, obediently taken her directions, and had sat in relative silence. He felt cowed, and ashamed of himself. She works for you!! he told himself, Get a grip, man!!

“I’m sorry...just so excited to see y-...to be back,” she giggled, straightening up next to him just so, to get her breasts just under his eye level, “we have so much work to do, with these applicants, and I thought it’d be better if we do this together. Is it okay?”

“y-yeah, sure,” he replied, trying to focus his attention on the ‘applications’, on the images of these young, healthy, pretty women on the tablet she’d handed him, and not on the J-cups stretching the business blouse right next to him.

“I always get just so excited for our Friday coffee dates,” Melissa added, straightening her shoulders, “And you all dressed up for me...in a, is this a tuxedo shirt? You look so nice...”

It’s all I had that fit me; I wore this back in high school. ”Th-thanks,” he stammered, “and they’re, uh…’meetings’, not ‘dates’...” He was flailing, grasping for any semblance of authority. “...and I-I usually like to do these outside the office…”

“Oh, but why would you want to be anywhere else for our Friday coffee date?” Melissa cooed, scooting in closer to him, “It’s so cozy here, just the two of us. And it’s cold outside, rainy. So nice in here…”

She watched him shiver, even as he pretended to still be focused on the applicants. She could tell he needed her, needed her warmth. His little body was aching for it. It drove her nuts. ”But maybe we can do our dates at night…like, I could take you out to dinner…”

That got his attention!

Haha! Look at his face! Maybe, she thought, maybe she did just overstep there a teeny bit haha. But she was getting to the point where she couldn’t help herself. She felt reckless, she felt drunk on him and the idea of smothering him with her size. And she loved how nervous he just got. She just asked him out! And, she noticed...he didn’t say ‘no’.

Melissa laughed quietly, knowing his little personality was having trouble handling everything she was throwing at him right now. Realizing just how very much the alpha she was in this moment, she knew she needed to treat him gently, and couldn’t be too aggressive. “We can talk about that another time,” she said, making sure her voice sounded warm with understanding...and patient. She pet his shoulder, rubbed the back of his neck as she sensed his tension relaxing. “Now,” she began again, “it's been four days. We have, omigod, more than a hundred applications and we need to make some decisions.” She watched him nod, turn back to the screen in his hand. “I’ve put aside 20 that look good…”

With him still holding the tablet, she began to swipe through pictures of girls. Videos of girls. Resumes of girls. She would watch his face as a particularly pretty one from Hooters appeared, or a tall one from Evolution. “Ooo, look at her!” she would coo. She saw his eyes dart when the cleavage got too aggressive, and it would make her giggle. It was obviously - haha - making him uncomfortable, looking at these girls with his female Office Manager at his side. He was trying to hold it together, sound and appear relaxed, but his comments were becoming confused, his speech devolving to incoherent mumbles.

She swiped out of the applications. She knew what she should do.

”It’s hard to focus, with all this going on, isn’t it?” she enjoined, dropping her voice low, compassionate, suddenly tender.

”It...it is, kinda,” he answered. She watched as he turned back up to her, looking for some relief from the onslaught of cheesecake from the screen. Looking to her for comfort, guidance.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” she asked, words dripping with concern, empathy. She knew she could, if she wanted, flood him with her pheromones, make him feel the way she wanted. They were so close, though; she might kill him haha.

“It...it is, with...with…” she listened to him stammer, watching the little wheels and gears fit and start in his face. He was flailing, the poor thing, clueless and impotent, so adorable. He needed a woman.

”...with the divorce, hm?” she offered.

”y-yeah”

”shhhh, I know,” she consoled him, “it must be scary, huh? Life might get hard for men, without a woman, a wife. You’re all a mess, confused.” Her heart was beating in her chest so hard; he wasn’t even trying to argue, to be ‘strong’. She knew she could take him another step. “Here, I know what’ll help,” she said, “You need something to focus on...now, I want you to relax…”

With that, she sat up straight, sliding her hand from behind him, and began to unbutton her vest.

”m-Melissa?” he peeped, just the meager sound of his voice making her chest swell with pride, knowing how she was affecting him. He could do nothing but watch as she peeled the vest away from her chest and slide it off her shoulders.

In a moment it was laid, forgotten, on the couch behind her, and her hand was back behind his head. He was staring, she saw, right at her tits.

“shhhh…I know, sweetie, I know. It’s all so confusing, so hard,” she purred, “But relax...I’m here.”

He reeled inside when he heard himself moan, a weak little whine. He knew he should pull back, step away, recover whatever dignity he had left, but the sight of her mammoth bosom, stretching tautly at her sheer-thin, snap-up blouse, held him rapt. She was just so...big. So big and soft. Her chest in that moment was a safe refuge, magnetic and majestic, a sanctuary.

“Sheryl’s divorcing you, sweetie, it’s a hard fact to face but it’s true,” Melissa continued, “She’s leaving you with nothing, no money, just this job. And, really, she owns the practice, and the building, doesn’t she? So she’s really your boss. But she’s letting you stay, in the job, in the apartment she owns upstairs, right? She’s being very kind, really…”

She saw him glance down at the envelope of papers on the low table in front of them.

“...and she doesn’t need to be. She doesn’t have to be so patient. She just wants you to sign those papers, sweetie. Before she has to make things hard for you.”

She heard him whine again, and smiled as his eyes came back to her breasts.

“I’ll keep the papers here,” she consoled him, petting his hair and fighting the urge to just ease his face straight into her tits, “When you’re ready you come to me, I’ll help you sign.”

Her heart nearly broke in two when his sweet brown eyes then rose to meet hers, pleadingly. His lip quivered, he looked so distraught, so at a loss. “M-Melissa, I…” he began, trying to find his words, “I...I can’t…”

“Shhhhh…” she hushed him, “I’m here. We’re here. You need to let us help you through this. And the more of us there are, the easier it’ll be for you”

”m-m-more?” he stammered, obviously still confused as his eyes glanced down again into her bountiful cleavage.

Melissa giggled. “Haha yes, sweetie, more of me but also more of them,” she said, as she redirected his attention back to the tablet, opened up the images, “Look at all these girls that want to work for you…help you...be there for you...”

“Shanette, Katrina, Sammi,” she began, “Emily, Lexi, Bianca…”

His eyes goggled again at the barrage of women across the screen, all the legs, all the tits, all the hips. He had actually gradually started, in recent days, to allow himself to enjoy being surrounded by pretty employees. His business was suffering, the quality of care to his patients had plummeted, and his self-esteem had crumbled. This journey he was passively letting himself being taken on was - in more ways than one - sure to ruin him, but at least the view along the way was nice. Having his staff be made mostly of unqualified bimbettes, all high heels, lipstick and push-up bras, had its few perks. But what she was suggesting, bringing in all these...so many...it was like...like...

It was like an army. A swarm.

He needed to say something. “M-Melissa, I, uh, have to admit,” he began, the worry on his face plain to see, “I’m a little scared...bringing in all these girls…”

Melissa had, as she’d been watching him look through the portfolios of all the new girls, slowly been getting even more aroused, picturing him surrounded by all this estrogen, drowning in it. But hearing him say it? She nearly groaned.

“Y-you’re...scared?” she asked, husky voice betraying her excitement, “Of hiring women? Girls that are too attractive?” As she spoke, she’d been unable to help herself, and had inched in closer to him, gently turned his head back to her, back towards her breasts. “You think they’ll be a...distraction?”

Dr. J was struck speechless again, for the moment, knowing he shouldn’t be ogling the tits of his Office Manager. But, he was encouraged by her, and urged to reply as he felt her massaging the nape of his neck. “Uhhh...well, it’s not that,” he managed, catching himself staring at the outline of what looked like a black bra under her blouse, ”but more like, uh..uh, like, it’s a lot. C-can we afford it?”

Smiling under the attention, his obvious dumbstruck awe, Melissa continued. “Remember the Lean In grant...it’s so much money. Supporting female-oriented business, supporting women, giving them jobs,” she explained, “ And the more we hire, the more we get. The ladies at Lean In are going to take care of it all for you…”

Oh, uh, yeah, right. He knew all this. “B-but...where will we put everybody?”

“Oh, sweetie, didn’t you hear?” she purred, “Construction on the expansion starts on Monday. I have the company all set up, plans are made….here, I put a picture of the blueprints on here too…”

”wait what?” he sputtered, suddenly even more confused, more agitated.

Omigod how delicious is this?? Melissa thought to herself, relishing the astonishment in his voice. She remembered her last conversation with Sheryl, on the Zoom call along with Abby and Wendy from Evolution. They were about to show him, in spades, what women were capable of. ”Sheryl said to go ahead with it,” she began, trying to keep her voice measured, not betray just how fucking sexy this was, “tenants from the other suites are gone, we’re going to have whole bottom floor…” She’d already pulled up the image of the blueprint, and started him scrolling through the mock-ups, the digital models, the drawings of the new wings. They were beautiful, really. “The practice is expanding,” she continued, “offices for the new providers…” She flipped through digital images of modern, sleek medical areas, new hallways, big conference rooms, all stunningly more sleek and state-of-the-art than his current office. “There’ll be a whole suite, separate desks, just for the Evolution Study…”

“oh my god…!” he finally blurted, seeing one last image, a huge, classically majestic statue of a woman, set in a fountain, looming over an enormous new atrium. A statue that looked - jesus christ is this a joke?? - all-too strikingly like Melissa. This had become too much for him, this was too overwhelming. His brain, his sense of ego, were becoming fried. He knew it, and so did she.

She turned his head back to her chest, watched his eyes go wide again as she pulled him closer, diverting him effectively away from what was upsetting him.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Melissa purred, “my blouse is pretty see-through, isn't it?” She drew a deep breath, allowed him to stare again at her chest. ”...and you’re looking at my bra, aren’t you?”

”n-no, s-sorry, I…” he stammered, face flushing.

”shhhhh...here, you need more help…” she said.

“oh my god Melissa!!” Dr. J blurted, his voice louder, more emphatic than it had been all morning as he watched - in a swift, immediate motion, Melissa ripped open the snaps of her blouse, pulled it away, exposing her huge, newly-burgeoned chest.

“O shush…!” she laughed, tickled to amusement by his panicked consternation, dropping her blouse in a crumple behind herself, “You’ve seen me in my bikini, it’s the same thing.” She sat up straight, posed her shoulders, and let him stare at the huge breasts she’d grown. “My door is locked, it’s just you and me,” she assured him, her left hand finding its way back to its place behind his head, keeping his focus where she wanted it, “It’s okay, it’s alright. I know it helps…

The two sat there, for a long moment, with Melissa idly brushing fingers through his thick hair and allowing him to stare at her big, big breasts. She was supported heroically in a black satin bra that was huge but obviously still too small for her, and she watched as his eyes found the bulges of her that escaped the bottoms of her bra cups. He seemed helpless to do anything else but gape, and looked down into the flesh of it all. She was letting off just enough perfume now to relax him, help him settle his thoughts. By the end of this meeting, she wanted him to have come to terms with everythingl. She knew he was close.

”Looking at a woman’s breasts is just so relaxing, isn’t it?” she purred, indulging him with a voice she knew would be calming to him, “Helps you forget all your troubles…”

She was happy with his response, and knew she couldn’t expect much more. He’d nodded, grunted something affirmative.

Melissa giggled. The poor thing probably felt all of two inches tall right now. But she had eased him into a nice enough place, and - if he actually was two inches tall - they both knew where else she could ease him.

She knew the time was right, and pulled up the pictures of the applicants for him again. “Imagine, sweetie, if we had allllll these girls here for you, too,” she proposed, putting forward her picture of what she wanted the practice to be, “imagine all these girls, providing for you, taking care of what you need. imagine how you could relax then, with all of us around…”

“oh Jesus...Melissa,” he muttered, still lost in her cleavage. He was disbelieving, incredulous on how far he’d let things go, how much he'd let her rise, how far he’d let himself sink. He was lost in her cleavage and felt helpless to pull himself out.

“You missed me yesterday, didn’t you?” she asked, giggling a bit and scuffing his hair.

He’ll do anything I want, she marveled.

I’ll do anything she wants, he realized.

”w-w-we’re hiring them all, aren’t we?” he asked, finally, resigned to his new fate.

”Mmhm,” she answered, and felt the world opening up for her...

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#Growing Into the Job

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psychovigilantewrites · 4 years

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Red Robin Yum

Pairing: Tim Drake/Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5,107

Summary: Reader seduces Tim in a grocery store, hoping to see him snap.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader Ms. Potato. I can post a pic of the ahem “outfit” if you guys want!

Masterlist

Ao3

“Are you mad at me?” you heard your boyfriend ask from behind you.

Pausing for a moment before reaching for the yoghurt, you smiled to yourself.

“And why would you think that?” you turned around to face him. Tim was slumped over the handle of the shopping cart, the frown lines on his forehead deeper in contemplation than it usually was.

“Because,” he reached for the carton of milk and held it up to you, “You got normal fresh milk.”

“Well, we needed milk, didn’t we?”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” he furrowed his brow, “And you didn’t get lactose free. On purpose. You’re mad at me.”

“Go and get the lactose free one, then,” you smiled sweetly before turning away again.

You weren’t actually mad, but you thought it would be fun to mess with him a little. God knows he needs a little colour in his life.

“Babe,” he sighed, reaching for your wrist. “Come on. Tell me why you’re mad.”

“You’re the genius, why don’t you figure it out?” you snapped and crossed your arms.

Trying to maintain a deadpan expression, you watched as his eyes sharply zipped around the aisle as he recalled the events of the previous day. You genuinely enjoyed looking at him while the gears in his mind were turning because he seemed so focused.

“You were fine throughout the day and dinner,” he thought out loud, “Even up till I went to bed. Which means that you’re upset over something that happened between the moment before we slept, and the moment we woke up this morning and got ready to come here.”

“Bingo.”

“Did I accidentally kick you while I was sleeping again? I’m sorry! I can never tell when-”

“No, Tim,” you rolled your eyes, “Think harder. I thought you had an eidetic memory.”

“Not when I’m sleep deprived,” he whined. “Come on. Please?”

You could never resist his puppy dog eyes, and damn did he use that to his advantage.

“Fine,” you shifted closer to him, as close as you could without actually kissing him, causing his breath to hitch and his complexion to turn a few shades darker. Glancing around the grocery aisle to make sure it was vacant, you looked up at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “I can just show you, then.”

You had carefully chosen your outfit that day and had premeditated the whole thing. The top you were wearing was a loose-fitted off the shoulder blouse with a low neckline. All you needed to do was tug the shirt down a little further to reveal the red lacy lingerie hidden underneath.

“W-w-what are you doing?” he hissed, eyes wide in panic mode, head darting around to check the perimeter.

You grinned smugly and pulled the neckline back up. “I wore this to bed last night and you didn’t even notice.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I was just so sleepy, the only thing on my mind was the pillow, and--Fuck- is-- is that my…?”

In addition to the lingerie, you had stitched his Red Robin symbol on the left breast of the lacy cup.

“Mhmm.”

“And the shade. It’s...It’s exactly the same?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck,” he carded his fingers through his hair, “Why are you wearing it now?”

“Revenge, Tim,” you winked. “Come on, let’s see what else is on that list.”

“Uh, yeah,” he looked down to the piece of paper he was gripping tightly in his hand, “Aisle seven.”

As the two of you strolled in that direction, you noticed that Tim was on much higher alert than before. You suppressed a smirk.

“Fruit loops, fruit loops...” you hummed, “Ah, there it is.”

You were familiar with the grocery store, and you knew the box of fruit loops were on the bottom shelf. So you bent down, your ass graciously displayed towards Tim, and you let the hem of your top hike up your back so he could get a sneak peek of the matching red laced bottoms.

“Jesus-” you heard him breathe. “Ah, fuck.”

You dumped the box in the trolley.

“Alright, what’s next?”

“Baby,” he groaned, pulling your waist closer, “I’m sorry for not noticing you last night, and I promise I’ll make up for it, so could you please stop this? We’re in public.”

“This is what revenge looks like, Tim. Pretty, but painful.”

“How about we just go through the aisles real quick, pay, and go straight back home?” he bargained. “See, there are only a couple of items left on the list.”

Tim’s grocery agenda wasn't like the average person’s list. Instead of randomly writing down ingredients, he would divide it all by store sections to maximize convenience. He had every aisle memorized and would jot down the aisle number first at the top, followed by the groceries you would need to get at the bottom.

It was unusual, but it was definitely more efficient.

“Or I could drag you to the back exit, get on my knees and suck your cock,” you offered innocently.

He didn’t make a sound at that, but almost exactly like in cartoons, you could see how his face turned slowly red, from the base of his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears.

As cute as the reaction was, it wasn’t near the main reason why you liked to mess with Tim so much.

“Let’s just complete this list,” he huffed indignantly, “Wait- shit. See what you did? We missed something in the refrigerated foods section.”

“What is it?”

You grabbed the can of whipped cream before he could. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Pshhhtt,” you mimicked the sound, and when he was least suspecting it, brushed the cap of the whipped cream against one of his nipples.

“Wh-what the f- stop,” he jolted.

“Pshhhtt,” you brushed it on his other nipple.

“I swear you’re-”

“Pshhtt,” you continued, but this time, you brushed it at the front of his crotch, earning an sharp inhale from him.

Then, maintaining eye contact, you stuck out your tongue and flicked it up and down in a suggestive licking motion.

He roughly snatched the can from you and threw it into the trolley with such force you were surprised it didn’t shatter. Then, he turned to you and scowled. “You’re going to regret this. A lot.”

And then he pushed the cart to the next section of his list, ignoring the delighted girlfriend he left behind.

Inside, you were gushing with excitement. Push Tim’s buttons for a bit, and you get to see his other side. You bit your lip distractedly at the mere thought of it.

“Coffee. Coffee. Coffee...” Tim muttered to himself absently, a frequent habit of his.

“Oh, no. You promised,” you scolded with displeasure etched across your features. “You promised that after pulling off the last few days- hell, the last few weeks- that you’d give up coffee for a bit so you could rest.”

“I know,” he nodded blankly, “But I need coffee for energy.”

“You don’t need energy to rest,” you argued, “You took the next week off from your day and night time activities. I even took the week off so I could spend time with you.”

“Then you’ll need coffee too.”

“What? What for?”

His eyes radiated intensity as it made contact with your own, and the corner of his lips tilted sideways into a smirk. “Did you really think you could get away with this, baby?”

He ignored you afterwards, speeding from aisle to aisle to complete the list, leaving you in a state of excitement.

You expected the car ride to be him complaining to you about how you turned him on, but on the contrary, he was silent the whole way. However, his grip on the steering wheel and the accelerating speed of the car spoke volumes.

“Tim? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he grit, continuing to glare at the road. From that angle, you could see his sharp jaw clenching.

“You’re driving pretty fast there, buddy,” you pointed out, stifling a giggle.

“I’ve driven faster.”

“Now it seems like you’re the one who’s mad at me,” you smirked.

“Mad? No, I’m not mad at you,” he let out a humorless chuckle, “I’m furious with you.”

“But why?” you pouted.

“Why?” he repeated, “Why?”

Without taking his eyes off the road, he grabbed your wrist and shoved it onto his crotch.

“This is why.”

Your eyes widen at the feel of his hard erection trapped under the confines of his jeans.

He took a deep breath and put his hand back on the steering wheel. Three and nine o’clock position, per usual.

“You’re so hard, Tim,” you purred, giving him a squeeze that didn’t phase him one bit.

“And whose fault is that?” he huffed, “Now please stop. We’ll be home soon.”

“Ten minutes is not soon enough, Tim.”

“We’ll be there in five.”

Home was a nice apartment in Old Gotham with large windows, and most importantly for Gotham City, a safe garage. But despite being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, it was a very humble abode for someone of his social status.

It was one of the things you loved about Tim. He didn’t want the lavish lifestyle, just a comfortable place to work and rest.

The elevator ride up was quiet but intense, the silence making you jittery. You knew what was coming next, which was why you had provoked him in the first place.

Ding went the elevator, its doors opening.

Tim nodded at you to go ahead first while keeping the doors open, being the absolute gentleman he was.

He inserted the key to the apartment door.

You gulped.

He twisted the knob and pushed it open.

Your heart was hammering against your chest.

Taking a nervous step inside, you dropped the grocery bags on the counter and waited. You heard him close the door and lock it, and then his soft footsteps inching closer towards you.

He did it on purpose, letting his footsteps be heard, because you knew he had naturally developed the habit of walking silently- all of them did. He did it so you could anticipate his arrival, until he was just a hair’s breadth away from your back. So close that you could feel his heat radiate onto you.

And he stood there for a bit, not moving an inch. And again, it was all done with purpose. He wanted you to get nervous because he wasn’t touching you yet, because he hadn’t slammed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

You could almost feel the electricity between you, and you knew that he was just as extremely aroused as you were, if not for the hardness that was poking into the flesh above your ass.

It was like a game.Who would break the silence first?

You heard him take a deep breath, and then sigh.

“Why’d you have to go and provoke me like that, sweetheart?”

Ah, fuck, you really pushed him overboard this time. You recognized that voice. It was clear and soft, barely even a whisper, yet it was laced with a silent threat that made you start sweating.

It was a dangerous voice that Tim Drake had used, and now you weren’t sure if this was all going according to your plan or his.

“Y-you’re the one who didn’t notice me last night,” you stuttered.

“And I said I’d make up for it, didn’t I?” he drawled, resting his hands on your hips, finally touching you. “Yet, you still pushed me.”

Most people thought that Tim was the gentle, passive one in the family. Hell, you thought so yourself. And he was, for the most part. He was soft spoken and awkward, he was sweet and thoughtful.

But most people didn’t know how much he repressed himself. His frustrations and his desires, all for the sake of objectivity.

You learnt that about him the first night the two of you had sex, though catching you off guard, you were pleasantly surprised.

“So what do you have to say for yourself?” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling.

Were you going to try your luck and push him further?

“Absolutely nothing.” Yes, you were.

“Baby...” he warned, still in that soft and soothing tone, “Are you really going to make me punish you?”

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” you arrogantly defied.

The moment that last word left your mouth, you felt him spin you fast to face him. And now, you were looking up at him.

His eyes were dark, his pink lips slightly parted- but he looked calm. Dangerously calm.

And that was Tim Drake. He had authoritarian control over his emotions, keeping a straight face the whole time. Calculative and cold- that is, until he let go.

It had been a while since he properly let go, and you were trying to draw out that side of him that day.

“Get on your knees,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Now,” his eyes flashed with annoyance. So you did what you were told, and now you were eye level with his crotch, appreciating the contour of his covered bulge.

You looked back up at him.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you immediately unbuckled his belt and took his cock out of his briefs.

He let out the tiniest sigh that anyone could have missed if they weren’t waiting for it.

His cock stood tall and proud, the tip already leaking, and you could see how it pulsated gently in the rhythm of his heartbeat, brushing against his t-shirt and staining it with his pre-cum.

You gripped his shaft-

“Wait,” he stopped you. “Safe word?”

“Carotids.”

“And when your mouth is full?”

“Tap three times.”

“Good girl. Go on. And no hands,” he instructed.

And with just that, you knew your plan had succeeded.

You shifted closer to him to position your mouth over his shaft, gently massaging it with your lips, slowly getting it wet with licks and dribbles of spit. You worked your way up from the base to the tip, then started sucking on it with the smallest pressure.

His breaths were getting heavier by the second, and you could already start to hear his little gasps.

Time to take it up a notch.

You took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down until his head hit the back of your throat.

“Hnng, fuck,” he moaned loudly.

When you first started dating, you found out that Tim had full control over his reactions to horror movie jumpscares and being punched in the face. He basically had control over a lot of normal human instinctive reactions. The one thing he had no control over, though, was how expressive he was when feeling pleasure.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, taking him in with finesse thanks to your many practice sessions with him while he took breaks from work. You studied his reactions closely, and got well at reading his expressions.

His eyebrows were now drawn together, and you knew that he had begun to lose himself in the feeling, so you slid his cock out of your mouth and grinned up at him.

He looked at you.

“Are you teasing me?” he asked.

“Whatever do you mean, Tim?” you smirked.

“Oh, no baby,” he shook his head, then suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair from the back of your head, “You don’t get to do that to me today. Mouth open, hands at the back, I’m going to fuck your face like you deserve.”

He shoved his cock into your mouth roughly, the sudden invasion making you gag and tear up, and started to fuck himself with your mouth, thrusting his hips while controlling your movements with the hand on your head.

“Fuuck,” he groaned, “Fuck, baby. I love it when your throat close around me like that.”

You could hear the vulgar sounds of yourself gagging on his cock. And then, like a routine whenever he snapped like he did, he jammed himself deep, forcing your mouth to go all the way down and touch the skin on the base of his cock, and stayed there while your throat fought its hardest to push him out.

“Argh, that’s it baby,” he hissed, “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Okay, breathe, breathe.”

He took himself out to allow you to breathe, drool dribbling everywhere while you gasped for air.

“Good girl, good girl,” he wiped your tears away, “Again.”

He tapped his dick on your lips, and you opened obediently to allow him to choke you with his cock.

“Fucking- fuck-” he gasped, “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Breathe, sweetheart.”

You panted for air, aware that you were a huge mess, as you felt your shirt get soaked.

“One more, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat. A little bit longer, okay?” he coaxed, “ 8.. 7… 6… 5…”

Through teary eyes, you tried to look up at him. You saw him smirking, his face tilted to the side to get a better view of you choking on his dick, which made you squeeze your thighs together.

“...4...3...2...1… Okay, baby breathe,” he took his cock out and started caressing your hair, “Good girl. Now open up again.”

You complied to him, letting your mouth fall open on command. This time when he pushed himself inside, he started fucking your mouth roughly again, twisting his fist in your hair until you could feel it sting, controlling the pace of your mouth on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he moaned out loud, “I’m gonna come inside your mouth, baby girl. Fuck, you look so pretty being fucked in the face.”

Even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t. Your mouth was being used aggressively by him, and soon after you could feel his pace getting sloppier.

“Baby, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna come-”

Tim was relatively quiet during the day with other people unless he’s explaining or contributing to something. He would add a few quips and snarky remarks, but he was never the one to fully exhibit his emotions.

But sex? He was the most vocal during sex.

He let out a low and long moan, mixed with breathy pants. Tim’s sex sounds drove you insane. It was him truly letting go.

You felt the warm splash of his cum inside your mouth and like the good girl Tim said you were, you swallowed down every last drop.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you gave him a grin.

“Your mouth makes me come so fast,” he chuckled, “Come up here, sweetheart.”

Your legs were shaky, and you were burning with desire and arousal, but you managed to stand up.

He pressed his mouth to yours, but it wasn’t a kiss. Instead, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth and started exploring it, as if he was trying to lick you clean.

“I love tasting myself in your mouth.”

“Tim,” you breathed, dizzy with want.

“Look at you,” he took a step back and looked at you up and down, “Such a messy girl. Your shirt is soaked. Take it off and show me what you’re wearing underneath.”

You immediately started stripping, lifting your shirt above your head, pulling down your jeans to reveal the red lace lingerie that consisted of breast cups and lace covering only the middle section of your abdomen, going down to the lace panties, that were secure with knots on either sides like a bikini bottom. For ease of access, of course.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he groaned, pulling you against him, hands squeezing your ass. You could feel his wet cock get hard again against your tummy.

A hand travelled to your left breast- where you stitched his symbol, squeezing it.

“You better burn this image in your mind, Tim,” you smirked, “For not noticing me last night.”

“The best part about having a photographic memory is that I don't have to,” he smiled, “I can conjure this image of you whenever I want. You sucking my cock, you wearing the sexiest Red Robin uniform to ever exist, and… you lying down on the bed with your legs spread open.”

You got the hint and gave him a peck on the lips before turning to head to the bedroom. Tim didn’t follow behind you, but you got on the bed anyway, lying down on the white sheets and spreading your legs, eager to fulfil his fantasy.

Touching yourself slowly, your hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing your own skin, finally going between your thighs and gasping at how wet and turned on you were.

You started to touch yourself over the lace panties, moaning at the relief of pleasure.

Lost in your own dirty thoughts, you jumped when you heard footsteps coming closer. Tim was leaning at the doorway, smirking at you with his arms crossed.

Completely naked, his hard cock bobbing against his abs.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” he chuckled, entering the room to stand at the foot of the bed proudly.

“Tim, please,” you groaned, “Need you.”

“Aww,” he cooed, “Are you begging?”

“Yes,” you whined, grinding the heel of your hand on your clit, lifting your hips off the bed. “Please, Tim.”

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.”

He bent down and buried his face in your crotch.

And then took a long, deep breath.

“Mmm, baby,” he purred, “You smell fucking divine.”

He opened his mouth and laid his tongue flat against your covered pussy, letting the heat and the wetness from his saliva consume your center.

“I can taste you through this,” he gasped, “What the fuck? You’re leaking through. And I only just touched you.”

You let out a desperate whine.

“Jesus, you really like getting your face fucked, huh?” he chuckled, fingers deftly untying the knot on either sides of your panties to expose your pussy to him. “I’m not going to eat you out. This is a punishment. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use this pussy. Okay?”

“Please,” you breathed.

He lined his cock to your entrance, and without warning, immediately thrusted in deep.

You yelped at the sudden, delicious stretch, appreciating the feeling of him filling you up.

“Fuck!” he cried, “Fuck, you’re so wet, it went in just like that. Fuck, baby, fuck.”

He grabbed the back of your knees and lifted them up, spreading your legs wide so he could start the brutal pace of pummeling into you.

“Fuck! Tim!” you sobbed, utterly consumed by the pleasure. Because Tim’s cock was so fucking perfectly shaped, every time he penetrated you, he was already touching your deep spot.

“Baby, your pussy,” he groaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”

“Tim, I’m going to-”

Suddenly, the euphoria was all gone. His cock wasn’t in your pussy, and he had his hand around your throat, leaning down above you.

“Baby,” he whispered in your ear with the same cold voice, “You’re not going to come until I tell you to, okay? I’m going to fuck you until I come, and I’m going to come inside you, but you’re not going to come.”

“No!” you shook your head miserably as your voice came out hoarsely, “Please, Tim, I-I can’t take it.”

He leaned back and gave you a chilling smirk, “You wanted to be Red Robin so badly, didn’t you? Well, Red Robin doesn’t beg or whine. So you’re going to take my punishment and deal with it.”

He plunged himself inside you again, hips battering against the back of your thighs as he held your legs up while he fucked you hard. You wanted to come, so so bad, but you tried your best to resist, because you knew it would be even worse if you disobeyed him.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, “That’s a good girl. Don’t come. Do not fucking come. Fuck. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I’m gonna-”

You felt him spill his warmth into your pussy as he let out a loud groan. You bit your lip hard, anything to resist coming without his permission. Tim slowed down with his thrusts, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth hanging open, a thin sheen of sweat on the surface of his hard and toned body, making it glisten.

He took out his cock, and you felt his cum leak out of your hole, dripping down your ass and onto the bed.

“Mmm,” he moaned, looking down at your pussy. He then went down at your crotch, and used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips wide open, playing with his cum and rubbing it all over your cunt.

“Fuck! Tim!” you shouted because you suddenly felt his tongue on you- this time licking you up from your hole to your clit, lapping it between your folds, dipping it back inside your cunt, going to circle on your clit again.

And connecting his lips to your pussy, taking it all into his mouth.

“I love tasting myself on your pussy, baby,” he slurped, “I love tasting your juices when it’s mixed with mine.”

The way Tim ate you out was like no other. Tim was proficient in everything he did, and he tried to do it as perfectly as he could, and that included bedroom activities.

It was the way his tongue darted between your folds, knowing exactly where to apply pressure or focus more on, and the way he knew what movement you liked through his many previous experiments and exploration.

It meant that whenever he went down on you, you wouldn’t last long.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he pointed out, getting back on his knees, “Can’t have that, can we? Just a bit more, baby.”

“Tim, come on,” you pleaded, “I need to come, Tim, please.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” he answered, teasing your slick opening with the head of his cock, “Soon after I fuck my cum back into you, okay?”

You groaned. Tim was especially descriptive and eloquent in bed, which made it all the more harder to follow his orders.

He plunged back in easily, and you were full again. Full of his hard cock and his warm cum.

The angles in which Tim fucked you was also calculated, as well as the paces in which you liked to be fucked. The two of you would go weeks without sex because you respected Tim’s exigency to do the job and fulfil his goals.

But when he had his time off, it was like the sex never stopped.

All the frustrations he kept locked away would spill out during these times, and Tim being the ambitious person he is, would find a new goal to fixate on.

You.

Your weaknesses, your preferences, your kinks and your sensitive spots. He would discover so much about your body, more than you yourself knew, because he would try different techniques, different approaches, all the while remembering and silently noting every observation and filing them away in that brilliant brain of his.

And all of that swiftly brought you close to your peak not long after the first penetration.

He was pounding you hard and fast, chasing his third orgasm of the day, and quickly bringing about your first.

“Tim, please,” you sobbed as you stared at him, his mouth open to breathe in his heavy pants, his long hair messy and poking into his eyes and sticking to his sweaty forehead, his biceps rippling as he held your legs up.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he nodded, eyes closed and head thrown back, “Come with me. Come with me now. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-”

Finally, under Tim’s command, you let yourself go. You felt the approaching heat that spread from your centre and up to your chest and down to your toes, the tightness that almost paralysed your body, the white hot waves of pleasure that rippled through you.

You came hard and intense, your pussy fluttering around his cock, which was still pumping into you, drawing out every last bit of your ecstasy.

The warmth that leaked into you was accompanied by Tim’s signature orgasm noise- a mix of a high pitched whine and a low octave groan, all long and stuttered as he choked on his breaths.

He collapsed onto you with a tired sigh, lips crashing against yours as he kissed you properly this time.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Fuck, indeed,” you replied.

“I’m going to take it out.”

“Okay, slowly please- aah, fuck.”

“Mmm?”

“No, it’s just your cum. You have so much cum, Tim, Jesus.”

He chuckled and settled next to you, pulling you into his arms. You felt his cum dribble down onto the sheets, just creating an absolute mess.

“I still have more where that came from.”

“God, you’re such a cum freak,” you laughed, turning around to face him. “I’m absolutely filled.”

“You like it though,” he smiled.

“I do,” you admitted, “Feels nice and warm. Not to mention, the sight of it turns you on again.”

“Which reminds me,” he added, “Do not try to turn me on in public ever again. I do not need someone taking pictures of the CEO of W.E with a fucking tent in his jeans. Vicki Vale would sprint with that headline.”

“You deserved it,” you pouted.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry for not noticing you last night. I was tired. But you look… fucking sexy. Jesus.”

“Admit it, it was the Red Robin thing that turned you on the most, right?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he conceded, “I don’t know why. It could be the instinctual habit of humans to place a form of territorial symbolism on their partners.”

He absentmindedly moved his hand to your left breast and cupped and squeezed. “Fuck. To think that my mind gets overrun by basic animal instincts… I love seeing you in my color. Wearing my symbol. Fuck, I think I-”

“God, you’re hard again aren’t you?”

“Sorry,” he blushed, “I think I snapped again. Though, I’m sure that was your plan all along.”

“You’re the detective here,” you grinned.

“And you’re getting better at manipulating me,” he pointed out.

“Tim, that wasn’t manipulation. That was seduction,” you teased, “And it’s not that hard. You may be the youngest CEO in Gotham with a genius level IQ, but you’re still a man.”

“Fine, you asked for it,” he got up and hovered over you, “Ready for round two? I’ve got this thing in mind that I want to try out.”

“Well, how could I say no to that?”

#tim drake x reader #tim drake #red robin #batman #dc comic #dcu

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fedonciadale · 4 years

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1/ I’m a bit confused about the whole “Sweetrobin” is being poisoned”-thing. By whom? I mean, in all practicality who is supposed to be doing the poisoning at the moment? We have master Colemon who is reluctant to give more sweetsleep, cautioning Sansa in vague terms. LF has been away from the Eyrie. Sansa certainly isn’t slipping him anything. So who would be doing it? It’s clear that LF is displaying disregard for SR’s physical health, showing us that he probably won’t need him around

2/ much longer. But who is supposed to be actively poisoning him now? Certain people even claim Sansa is knowingly participating in poisoning SR, and I just can’t see anyone who would have an interest in him dying yet, and I can’t see how master Colemon helping LF slowly poisoning him corresponds with him warning Sansa/Alayne about giving him more.

The poison everyone seems to think will put Sweetrobin in, is indeed the sweetsleep. To me it is perfectly clear that there are three parties involved here, that have different agendas, Colemon, who is the maester and whose interest is foremost the health of his lord. Petyr, whose actions we only see through Sansa’s eyes and who uses Sweetrobin to fasten his hold on the Vale. We can assume that he might be interested in offing Sweetrobin, but only after he has established his power. Sweetrobin is a spoilt child and might be easier to handle than Harry the Heir. Anyway, I would argue that whatever Littlefinger’s plans, poisoning Sweetrobin must be done very stealthily, if he wants to do it, and I would argue that for now, Littlefinger does not want to kill him, not yet. As for Sansa, she obviously cares for Sweetrobin, but she also feels the duty to do what her father wants of her.

Then there is the medical situation of Sweetrobin. He has ‘fits’ which probably means that he is an epileptic.This is a danger to his life and to his position: He can hurt himself (and others) when he shakes and it is quite clear, that all of the persons involved are keenly aware that the authority of the Lord of the Vale would be shaken, if it were common knowledge that he is weak. That can’t be in Littlefinger’s interest and it can’t be in Sansa’s interest. Sweetrobin likes her, he even has something like a crush, and his affection is a protection for Sansa. So, apart from the fact, that she seems to have a soft spot for him, it is not in Sansa’s interest to kill him.

So, a medicine that helps with the fits seems like a good solution, doesn’t it? Only from what we learn from Maester Colemon, sweetsleep a) creates an addictions and b) has nasty side effects and c) loses some of his effectiveness over time. So, it’s not just “Give Sweetrobin his medicine and everything is o.k.”... So, people who are the caretakers of Sweetrobin have to weigh their options - and there is not necessarily a good solution.

But let’s look at the evidence :

AFFC: Alayne I:

The maester combed his fingers through his hair, dribbling globs of porridge on the floor. "Lady Lysa would give his lordship her breast whenever he grew overwrought. Archmaester Ebrose claims that mother's milk has many heathful properties."

"Is that your counsel, maester? That we find a wet nurse for the Lord of the Eyrie and Defender of the Vale? When shall we wean him, on his wedding day? That way he can move directly from his nurse's nipples to his wife's." Lord Petyr's laugh made it plain what he thought of that. "No, I think not. I suggest you find another way. The boy is fond of sweets, is he not?"

"Sweets?" said Colemon.

"Sweets. Cakes and pies, jams and jellies, honey on the comb. Perhaps a pinch of sweetsleep in his milk, have you tried that? Just a pinch, to calm him and stop his wretched shaking."

"A pinch?" The apple in the maester's throat moved up and down as he swallowed. "One small pinch . . . perhaps, perhaps. Not too much, and not too often, yes, I might try . . ."

"A pinch," Lord Petyr said, "before you bring him forth to meet the lords."

"As you command, my lord." The maester hurried out, his chain clinking softly with every step.

So, this is Littlefinger. He is the one who suggests the sweetsleep. We can assume that he knows very well about the properties of the medicine. He is the one, that instigated the poisoning of Jon Arryn and Joffrey after all. To Littlefinger the medicine is ideal. An drugged and probably addicted Sweetrobin is that much easier to handle and he even has the ready excuse that it is necessary to ensure Sweetrobin’s dignity. I don’t think it is conclusive evidence that Littlefinger wants to poison Sweetrobin in the long run though. It is possible, but not conclusive. Anyway, I think poisoning Sweetrobin is one of the options Littlefinger is open to.

Now, let’s get to the crucial Alayne chapter.

AFFC, Alayne II:

"Good. That is good." His chain clinked softly as he bobbed his head, atop a ridiculously long and skinny neck. "This descent . . . my lady, it might be safest if I mixed his lordship some milk of the poppy. Mya Stone could lash him over the back of her most surefooted mule whilst he slumbered."

"The Lord of the Eyrie cannot descend from his mountain tied up like a sack of barleycorn." Of that Alayne was certain. They dare not let the full extent of Robert's frailty and cowardice become too widely known, her father had warned her. I wish he were here. He would know what to do.

Petyr Baelish was clear across the Vale, though, attending Lord Lyonel Corbray at his wedding. A widower of forty-odd years, and childless, Lord Lyonel was to wed the strapping sixteen-year-old daughter of a rich Gulltown merchant. Petyr had brokered the match himself. The bride's dower was said to be staggering; it had to be, since she was of common birth. Corbray's vassals would be there, with the Lords Waxley, Grafton, Lynderly, some petty lords and landed knights . . . and Lord Belmore, who had lately reconciled with her father. The other Lords Declarant were expected to shun the nuptials, so Petyr's presence was essential.

Alayne understood all that well enough, but it meant that the burden of getting Sweetrobin safely down the mountain fell on her. "Give his lordship a cup of sweetmilk," she told the maester. "That will stop him from shaking on the journey down."

"He had a cup not three days past," Colemon objected.

"And wanted another last night, which you refused him."

"It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I've told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time . . ."

"Time will not matter if his lordship has a shaking fit and falls off the mountain. If my father were here, I know he would tell you to keep Lord Robert calm at all costs."

"I try, my lady, yet his fits grow ever more violent, and his blood is so thin I dare not leech him any more. Sweetsleep . . . you are certain he was not bleeding from the nose?"

"He was sniffling," Alayne admitted, "but I saw no blood."

"I must speak to the Lord Protector. This feast . . . is that wise, I wonder, after the strain of the descent?"

"It will not be a large feast," she assured him. "No more than forty guests. Lord Nestor and his household, the Knight of the Gate, a few lesser lords and their retainers . . ."

"Lord Robert mislikes strangers, you know that, and there will be drinking, noise . . . music. Music frightens him."

"Music soothes him," she corrected, "the high harp especially. It's singing he can't abide, since Marillion killed his mother." Alayne had told the lie so many times that she remembered it that way more oft than not; the other seemed no more than a bad dream that sometimes troubled her sleep. "Lord Nestor will have no singers at the feast, only flutes and fiddles for the dancing." What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne . . . "Just give him a cup of the sweetmilk before we go, and another at the feast, and there should be no trouble."

So, we learn several thing in this chapter. It looks like the one time, Littlefinger ordered Coleman to give sweetsleep to Sweetrobin was not the only time. We do not know who gave Sweetrobin a cup ‘three days past’, but we know by Sweetrobin’s asking for it, that he is already addicted and by Coleman’s refusing him, that he is worried about this.

Now, the situation is very dire. Sweetrobin has to descend from the mountain, and Sansa and Coleman are at odds how to do this. Coleman wants to bundle him up - which is very undignified, and Sansa wants to protect his dignity, at least in part because Littlefinger told her so. So, this is a hard decision: Bundle him up like a sack, which will hurt his dignity and endanger his position up to a point where his life might be in danger, or drug him just this once more.... Sansa opts for drugging him just once more, and as an afterthought twice more, because Littlefinger has already arranged for a feast, where Sweetrobin must ‘perform’ as a lord. This is why some people think Sansa is in on a plan to off Sweetrobin and browbeats the Maester into giving Sweetrobin more drugs, knowing full well, what it means....

I beg to differ. I think it is easily feasible, that Sansa wants Sweetrobin to keep his dignity and that she finds herself between a rock and a hard place on what to decide. Because there is other evidence that a) Sansa knows Sweetrobin very well, and the boy wants to be brave and a knight and probably does not like being bundled up unconscious and drugged and b) that Sansa cares for Sweetrobin very much.

If you look further at the talk of Sansa and Coleman it becomes also clear, that Sansa does know him better than his own Maester. Sansa knows that Sweetrobin detests singing, not music per se. She knows his dreams of the winged knight and comes up with the idea to have a guard for Sweetrobin that alludes to his favourite stories and when they actually do the descent this happens:

"My lord is brave," Alayne said, when she felt him shaking. "I'm so frightened I can hardly talk, but not you."

She felt him nod. "The Winged Knight was brave, and so am I," he boasted to her bodice. "I'm an Arryn."

"Will my Sweetrobin hold me tight?" she asked, though he was already holding her so tightly that she could scarcely breathe.

Sansa risks her own life to bring Sweetrobin down the mountain. She would have been much safer if she would have walked on her own and pass the narrow, but she helps Sweetrobin across. If she wanted to kill him, that would have been the moment. Just send him over the narrow on his own. He would have fallen and died and nobody could have blamed her.

So, to me the idea that Sansa wants Sweetrobin dead is ridiculous. If she wanted that, she could have done it a thousand times and none being the wiser. No, she takes a hard decision to bring him down safely and to leave him some of the dignity, the boy definitely wants to have. You might argue that she should discuss the options with Sweetrobin, but Sweetrobin does not like to talk about his weaknesses, and he is still a child. Although Sansa is also a child she makes a decision here, which takes medical evidence into consideration but also the wishes of the patient. I’m sorry, I can’t see any fault with that. Sweetrobin himself wants to have agency and be a knight. It is the Maester who thinks only about his health and not also about his mental health. What would it do to him, if he had been bundled up like a sack?

You could argue, that Sansa should have called off the feast after the descent, to give Sweetrobin a rest, and yes, I would agree, but Sansa as the daughter of a lord also knows how very important appearances are.

So, Sansa is not about to kill Sweetrobin and if he dies, she’ll be devestated, I think. I would also argue, that even Littlefinger is not after Sweetrobin’s life, at least not yet.

Again, looking at the evidence from the books, I fail to see the scheming bitch Sansa haters see in every line of Sansa chapters....

Sansa haters will be my villain origin story....

Thanks for the ask!

#Sansa Stark #Sansa Stark defence squad #Littlefinger #Sweetrobin #Maester Coleman #anon ask #Does Sansa poison Sweetrobin #No and no

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anime-alyssa · 4 years

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ooo, can i request something? i read your latest fic and woo, got me steamy, haha. i'm wanting to write my own version of this but want to request it to you as well! can i have one where kylo and reader have a nasty split, she goes on to try and find another suitable man to take place of ren. but anytime she does, kylo penetrates her mind? you can take it from there, thanks in advance!

THIS EXCITES ME SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING IT I HOPE I DID YOU PROUD!

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It was a messy break up. You and Kylo had been arguing about something, that was in your opinion stupid, and rather than attempting to sort it out he just decided to end the relationship, storming out of your quarters and leaving you a crying heap on the floor. Soon after your friends came back and found you, helping you fix yourself up to feel better. You didn’t see him for nearly two weeks after that and two weeks after that Hux re-assigned you to work on a different part of the ship. He wanted nothing to do with you anymore and you accepted it, deciding it was time to move on from him. Your friends helped boost your confidence back up to what it was when you were trying to seduce your Supreme Leader, helped you meet other men in your new area of the ship, and sent you off on date after date. Much to your surprise, no one seemed to care who you had been with beforehand.

Every single date you went on, without fail, you would end the night with a terrible migraine. It would start the second you met up with the man and end almost immediately after you got back to your quarters. At first you apologized profusely for how awful you felt, and thankfully the guy who stuck around seemed to be into you enough to understand, and even offered to help try to find a cure for your migraines - but after you noticed a pattern you started to have a hunch as to what, or rather who, was causing your migraines. Not only that, but after you would remotely feel like getting serious with any of the men, they would be reassigned to something off of the ship. Immediately the next day - by orders of Supreme Leader Ren.

You ranted to your friends about your hunch and they agreed with you on it, but no one quite understood why he was doing it. You remember everything quite clearly - he was the one who wanted to end things. He was the one who walked out, and now he was dare you say jealous of seeing you with other men? You were sick of it but toughed it out in hopes that eventually he would just give up and see that he doesn’t effect you anymore.

Turns out you were wrong on both accounts.

You were laying next to your hopeful new man in his quarters after a date, about to start heavily making out when you felt your migraine. Not about to let him ruin your night, you kept going. It was all going well until he projected images of the two of you into your head. You broke apart from your new man, apologized for the migraine again, and left. The next day he messaged you saying that you couldn’t be together anymore because Ren had reassigned him to an Outer Rim planet.

You were done. You needed to know why he insisted on butting into your dating life when he had no interest in you. He left you - not the other way around. This was his fault. And now when you were finally moved on from him he had the audacity to ruin it for you? Just because he couldn’t manage to be happy didn’t mean that you couldn’t be happy. Your friends tried to fight you on the matter but your mind was made up - you were going to confront him.

After your shift you made your way across the ship, back straight and head held high. Heads turned when people saw the direction you were heading in but you didn’t care. People gossiped on this ship and rumors started spreading about people being reassigned after trying to date you, hence another reason why you needed to stop this. Kylo Ren was in for an earful from you and you definitely were not scared of him one bit. Even Hux gave you a curt nod as you walked down the hallway to his quarters. The door opened as you neared it, knowing he was expecting you.

“Cut the shit, Kylo.” you said to him as you walked in, door sliding shut behind you. You found him standing by his bed, looking at you with a glare on his face. You forced your feelings back into the depths of your mind, causing him to smirk. Shit, he sensed that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He replied back, slowly walking over to you. You laughed, rolling your eyes at him as he neared.

“Oh that’s bantha and you know it. Stop getting in my head and reassigning people just because you’re to idiotic to accept that you messed up and now your jealous.” You said to him. He paused in the middle of the room, balling up his fists at his side and trying to manage his anger. You had hit him where it hurt - the truth was out. He was jealous.

“I don’t get jealous.” He said through gritted teeth, anger boiling up inside of him.

“Then stop entering my head!” You shouted, going to turn on your heel to leave. Suddenly you couldn’t move, every joint in your body was frozen and you were stuck in place. “Let me go.” you asked of him. You felt his presence behind you and he ran his hand along your cheek gently.

“You’re a terrible liar. You want to say you’ve moved on but you haven’t. I know you better than you know yourself, gorgeous.” he said in your ear, gently pushing your hair to the side and placing his lips on your neck, gently nibbling and sucking at the skin causing you to gasp. He chucked against your skin and put another arm around your waist, bringing his body to yours. You couldn’t hold back anymore - you let a barely audible moan escape your lips. But he heard it - because of course he did.That was all he needed to hear from you. Kylo let go of your body with the force and picked you up, swooping you over to the bed and throwing you down on your back. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is what you really want.” he said lowly in your ear. He took one of your breasts in his hands - emitting another moan from your mouth. “Say it.” he growled, a tent in his pants becoming very obvious.

“I want…” you breathed out, trailing off at the end as another hand went in between your legs and up your skirt, nearing your sensitive bud.

“You want what?” he asked, fingers raising up more, briefly passing over your wet cunt and making you moan again.

“I want you - please, Kylo.” you whined. He smirked as he tore your skirt off your body and your panties afterwards. His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening cunt waiting for him to devour it. Kylo licked his lips as he moved towards your cunt, licking his lips one last time before placing them on your folds. “Oh!” you moaned out as his tongue worked magic on you, slurping up your juices as they came out of you. If there was one thing this man loved doing, it was eating you out. And oh boy, did he do a good job with it. Your body was trembling as he worked to make you come undone under him - to show you had you had been missing for these weeks apart. He gave out a satisfied hum reading your thought, the vibration of the hum on your cunt making you loudly moan and arch your hips up to meet his face. Your release was creeping up on you and you knew that he wanted nothing more than to hear you scream his name as you came. “Fuck, Kylo!” you groaned, feeling your walls start to tighten inside of you. Just as you were about to reach your peak he took his lips away from your cunt, making you whine.

“You cum when I say you can.” he growled to you, fumbling to free his cock from the confines of his pants. Eventually he did it, thick cock bouncing down as he freed it, hard as a rock. It was your time to have your mouth water now at the sight of him. You did him a favor by spreading your legs open for him, allowing him easier access to exactly where you wanted him to be. He took the hint and lined himself up, clearly eager to fuck the lights out of you.

Once he was lined up with your entrance he took no hesitation in plowing himself inside you, emitting a moan from your mouth and his. He repositioned his knees so he could create a steady pace for himself as he thrust into you with vigor, groaning with every thrust eager to relieve his own frustrations. He was thrusting hard and sloppy as he tried to over power you with his body. You moaned out his name with every thrust, your moans and his grunts echoing along the walls of his quarters. You felt your orgasm building up inside of you once more, digging your nails into his clothed shoulder blade for support as you were so close to tipping over the edge.

“Kylo, I need to - please.” you stuttered out. You begged him mentally to let you cum - pleaded.

“Who’s the only one who can have you?” he growled out as he lost his pace, lost in his own euphoria trying to prolong his high for as long as possible. “Who makes you cum? Tell this whole fucking ship who does this to you.” he shouted down at you.

“You do! You - oh fuck Kylo!” you screamed out, feeling your back arch against the mattress and slamming your hips up to meet his as your orgasm took over. You saw stars in your eyes as your pussy clenched over his cock, sending him over the edge as well. It twitched inside of you as you milked it, burying his seed deep within you. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy and sweat lining his forehead.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized. Your eyes widened hearing the words as you wiped the sweat off his forehead. “I know I’m a lot to handle. I missed you.” he buried his head in your neck, still buried inside you. You sighed as he placed a kiss on your neck gently.

“I missed you too.”

#kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #jediwarsimagines #myshit

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hotcaramelmachiatto · 5 years

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Sanji x Reader

Imagine: Sanji has been earning for something, but he can't seem to figure out what. Until you walk into the kitchen.

Pairing: Sanji x Fem! Reader

Warning: SINFULLLLLL! NSFW!! Oral (female receiving. Cum kink??? If you look super close?? Its a dirty birdy.

It was rather late at night, the soft rocking of the Thousand Sunny lulling everyone else to a peaceful sleep- well aside from Usopp who was squirming around and mumbling something about wanting more food- but Sanji stood in the kitchen hunched over.

He stared intensely at the ingredients on the kitchen counter with a gaze that would make one wonder how they weren’t minced from the daggers he shot at them. For days, now, he has been craving something. For what, he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

Something sweet, something thick, something to quench his thirst and full hiim up like no other. Something never ending. Something. Something. Something-

“Sanji?” Your voice pulled him out of his trance. You were standing there in a pair of f/c shorts and a matching tank top. No bra.

“Y/n-swan? What are you doing up?” He stood up straight and reached into his pocket in search of a cigarette, fully prepared to break his rule of no smoking in the kitchen if it meant you didn’t get to see him so rattled, but unfortunately for him, he had none left. You rubbed your e/c eyes and shrugged.

“I got thirsty and I wanted something to drink. What about you? You look a little shaken up. Did you have a nightmare?” Your voice was like honeyed nectar. You were just being your kind, sweet self, no hidden motives, no lustful hints, just your sweet self. But the joke would be on him if he thought for even a moment that he didn’t want you.

You smelled so good, even from the distance you had between yourselves. If you were being as honest as him, he looked absolutely ravenous. There was a droplet of sweat on his temple, sliding down his pale skin, his eyes were darkened with a lust you’ve never seen before.

A beast.

That’s almost what he looked like. All from a simple question.

“No, Y/n-swan. I’m fine,” he gave her a small smile before walking to the fridge. “Would you like anything in particular? I could make you a smoothie or something, if you like, Y/n-swan.”

The way your name rolled of his tongue almost had you begging.

Begging?

For what, exactly?

“Some milk will be fine, thank you, Sanji.” You leaned against the counter, knowing he only stuck his face in the fridge for you so he could focus on something other than you. It was no use. You were tempting him. You had to be.

The way your h/l locks looked so perfect all matted up from your pillow, how your hips swayed when you walked, the way your breasts were just demanding for his eyes to stay completely locked on them. Of course, he was way too much of a gentleman to stare, except he couldn’t help but look out of the corner of his eye.

You were too delicious. He knew you were watching him too, the way he moved around the kitchen with practiced hands. He was tempting you as well. A part of him, the part that was clinging to the last thread of sanity keeping him from pouncing on her, hoped that she took her glass of milk and vacated the room before that shred of sanity and reason slipped from his grasp.

He handed you the glass of milk, your fingers brushing over each other so softly but there was so much electricity in just that simple little bit of contact. Said simple little bit of contact was more satisfying than anything Sanji had experienced in a while. He knew you felt it as well when you let out a small gasp and bit your plump lip. Suddenly, all he wanted was a taste.

Your lips looked so smooth and pink and warm and- God there were so many adjectives he could use but none of them satisfied him.

He watched you intently, unable to even hide his gaze, as you brought that glass to your lips and sucked down the liquid. Even though you were drinking something now, your throat was almost dry and you could feel his gaze on you as you drank.

‘How can drinking a glass of milk look so sexy?’

Sanji stepped closer. It was maddening, this thirst, this hunger, this lust for something to satiate him. It drove every bit of reason out of his body. He needed you. You needed him, he could see it.

The way your eyes traveled over him, and not just in this moment; when he pranced around the kitchen, when he and the green Morimo argued, when he shamelessly flirted with you, when he brought you little treats during the day, your eyes always followed after him whether you knew it or not.

One thing you did know, however, was that you needed him. Now.

Sanji wasted no time pulling you to his chest and pressing your lips to him.

Lord, even the softest of silks couldn’t compare to the velvet that was your lips. You were sweet, almost sickeningly so, and your mouth was cold from the milk despite your heated skin. His tongue sweeped against your lower lip and you complied, looping your arms around his neck. He lifted you off the floor and distributed you on the kitchen counter, his soft tongue mingling with yours. He tasted like cigarettes and sweets. It was intoxicating.

A deep, animalistic groan left his throat as his hands wandered over the thin fabric of your tank top, afraid to go much further than this without verbal consent.

You let out a desperate moan and pulled him in closer, looping your arms around his neck. He groaned while his hands slipped under your shirt to slide across your smooth skin before pulling away softly.

“Tell me you want this, Y/n-swan. My sweet, I know you want this but I need to hear you say it.” He pleaded like a starved man pleading for food, desperate, hungry, frantic. Your breaths mingled in the centimeters of space between your plush lips and his slightly chapped ones. The look in his eyes held so much intensity you couldn’t look away even if someone walked in on you two now. His hands were gripping you as if you would disappear on him if he let go.

“Yes, Sanji, please.” You hardly got those words out before he was on you again, kissing, nipping, sucking on your lips like they were a fine delicacy. He groaned and pressed you closer for dear life.

Closer. Closer. Closer. More.

He pulled your tank top off with a great urgency, unable to hold himself back. He wanted to unwrap you like a present just for him and devour you like the beast he had inside. It was almost too much for him to handle.

You smell, your moans, your touch it was driving him wild. He brought your nipple into his mouth, earning a sweet moan from your mouth. He could only imagine how it would feel to be inside that hot, wet cavern of yours but today wasn’t about that. It was about satisfying both of you, your desire and his hunger.

He sucked on your nipple while one hand toyed with your other breast, rolling the nipple around with his fingers. You squeaked and ran your fingers through his silky blonde hair. You arched your body into his touch, your movements almost matching how starved Sanji’s were.

Gentle touches of an unexplored area became more frantic movements with practiced hands. Sanji trailed his mouth down, leaving heated open mouthed kisses in his wake, to your belly button and down even further. He looked up at your flushed face once again to ask permission. As heated and frenzied as he was, he wasn’t going to do anything without your allowing him to do so.

You nodded, bringing your hands to your face to hide your embarrassment.

“Beautiful.” He breathed out before slipping your shorts off in one fluid motion. Your smell was so sickeningly sweet he was almost drunk off it.

He licked a long, soft strip from your slit all the way to that small bundle of nerves at the top. He attacked your button relentlessly and groaned. He could drown now in your sweet slick and die a happy man, indulging in this sweet nectarous treat.

This is what he needed.

This could satisfy him for hours, just as he planned to satisfy you for hours.

You were to devilishyly sweet and the obscene noises your core and mouth were making only tempted him further to create more noises from you. Sanji smoothly dipped in and out of your slit, shoveling more juices into his mouth like he had never tasted anything so delicious.

“God, I could eat you up in one bite.” He purred before sucking on that candied button, making you arch your trembling body into him further.

His mouth and hands, stroking your thighs, holding your hips down at the angle he wanted them, had you absolutely writhing beneath his hold, trembling as his vice grip kept you still. The coil in your stomach tightened and loosened with every teasing flick of his tongue. From your position you could see his head bob with the ravenous movements of his hot muscle working you closer and closer.

Sanji’s hands dragged you ever closer to him, his tongue working in and out of your luscious velvet folds while his nose was at the perfect spot to give stimulations to your clit, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. You were like a bowl of honey and sugar and milk and he needed this sugar high. He needed to ravage you like a wild beast eating meat for the first time in years. He was getting drunk off your taste and smell alone and your voice only egged him on.

Your loud moans and pleading wails turned to soft whimpers and squeaks when you brought your hand to your mouth. That ruthless tongue of his flicked over your trapped clit, your toes curling at the throbbing pulsating ache in the pit of your stomach. You were so so close. You gripped his hair in desperation, trying your damnedest to grind against him for more but he held you down, the slow torture giving him his favorite reaction out of you.

“Sanji~” You voice was a few octaves higher and your face was contorted in pleasure, your frame shaking and your expression utterly wrecked. The way his name rolled off your tongue was like angels singing in his ears.

You were so close. You needed it. More. Please. Give it. Take. Please. More. Closer.

He was addicted.

The sweet sugary scent, the savoury thickness of your rich slick had him in a haze. He slurped you up like a fine cuisine. You tasted so damn sweet, so warm, so scrumtuous, so fucking good.

“Please, Sanji, please, so close, closer, more, Sanji- I-I’m gonna, need it, so close- Sanji, please, please!” You were pleading for mercy and God had you not had enough? It was such torture. But such a sweet torture.

Sanji heard you loud and clear. He buried his tongue as deep as he could while this thumb painted swirls in your button, making you squirm and shake and convulse around him in the midst of an absolutely explosive orgasm.

Sanji worked you through it, his tongue tightly clenched in the vice grip of your sweet, soft walls while his thumb worked out down softly. You were nothing but a panting puddle of sweet honeyed milk Sanji was quickly cleaning up for you.

As your mind started to return you could finally see what Sanji was reduced to himself. He had your juices dripping from his chin, on his cheeks, clinging to hair hair, and dripping off his nose. He licked you up carefully, knowing how sensitive your bud was after such an intense climax. He licked his sinful lips with an even more sinful tongue. You now knew from experience.

“You’re delicious, Y/n. I could have you for every meal of the day.” He purred softly and licked his thumb.

“I can bet you taste just as good.” You countered, an evil smirk playing its way onto your lips. Sanji stopped and gasped when you stroked him with the palm of your hand. You weren’t the only one completely affected by this session of yours. “Its my turn to taste you.”

#sanji x reader #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece x reader #one piece #sanji x fem!reader

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jungxk · 5 years

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accidents

filed under: dad!yoongi makes me soft and also h*rny

notes: i really couldn’t resist writing a soft husband and father yoongi drabble. this is a present for those who are patiently waiting for my other fic just one. i’ll be updating it soon but until then pls enjoy!

genre: fluff, comedy, romance

warnings: some brief smut at the end

length: 2.4k

when he was younger, yoongi wondered if he'd even get married let alone have kids. he wasn't really the sappy type; didn't treasure every keepsake, didn't celebrate month-a-versaries and sure as hell didn't coo over tiny baby shoes. but he loved you in his reliable, quiet, comforting way that you adored, and they always did say shit about meeting the right person. which happened to be you. his wife.

two decades later, and yoongi still doesn't consider himself a kids person. the only difference now is that he has his own. three to be exact; all of them accidents, but the pleasant kind. like finding spare change in his coat pocket. although your youngest child - eunmi, who's almost a year and a half - definitely gave him the shock of his life since he didn't think he'd be that guy that'd still be having kids at his age. but you both dealt with it, and coped considering. because it's not like yoongi's kids weren't annoying, whiny, puke-machines. but they were his puke-machines.

"sana, stop wedgy-ing your brother," yoongi hisses while he looks for his card, which is difficult to do with a baby strapped to his chest. "and yugyeom, stop pissing off your sister."

the kids continue fighting anyway, his nine year old daughter currently tackling his seven year old son into the ground and knocking over one of the bagged groceries in the process. he sighs, watching the broken milk carton soak the shop floor helplessly.

"that's thirty-two seventy," the cashier repeats, not even bothering to hide the disgust on her face when his son suddenly starts wailing loud enough for the windows to crack, digging his snotty nose into yoongi's pant leg.

"yeah one minute," yoongi huffs, lifting one of eunmi's chubby legs off his stomach to pat down another pocket.

"noona pushed me!" he cries, tears wetting his rosy cheeks. "appa did you see? she pushed me!"

"yeah i saw," he sighs sympathetically, patting his son's head. "say sorry to him, sana."

"no!" she stamps her foot, little mouth up in a pout. "he pulled my hair! amma says i shouldn't let boys push me around!"

"he's your brother," yoongi looks down at him apologetically. "but she's right, you deserved it."

yugyeom's lip wobbles up at him, burying his damp face into yoongi's leg again before mumbling, "sorry, noona."

"it's okay," sana grins triumphantly, glad that she won.

"you say sorry too," yoongi warns, finally finding his wallet in his back jeans pocket. eunmi is starting to fidget in her carrier so it's difficult to open it without all his cards flying everywhere, yugyeom clinging to his leg making his balance even more unsteady. "it's not nice to push people, sana-yah. especially not your brother, he looks up to you so you should set an example."

"thirty-two seventy," the cashier says again, making yoongi grit his teeth.

"yeah i heard you," he bites back, shoving his card at her. sana's arms are still crossed stubbornly. "sana. babe, come on."

"fine," she hangs her head and grumbles, "sorry yeomie."

"s'okay," the little boy answers, suddenly cheerful and grabbing his sisters hand to run off and wait by the car together, tracking the milk all over the floor to the exit.

eunmi chooses this moment to grab a fistful of yoongi's hair, and he finds it incredible that his daughter's first word hasn't been a swear considering how much he does around her. he snatches his card back from the grumpy cashier even with a baby hanging off his head, silently promising never to venture out to the store without you ever again. and he means it this time.

"i want spaghetti!"

"i want kimchi jjigae!"

"you can't have both," yoongi rubs his temples, the throbbing behind them refusing to relent. the kids had been arguing over dinner for half an hour now, and since eunmi was going through a phase of wanting to fall asleep on yoongi's shoulder and absolutely nowhere else lest she screams bloody murder, his legs were beginning to throb. he was at his wits end. "you're going to have to come to a compromise."

yugyeom tilts his head. "compromise?"

"it's when you decide on something that makes you both happy," he says, shifting the baby onto his other hip.

the children turn to each other for a split second, eyes locking in that way only siblings can when they share a single brain cell. "kimchi spaghetti!"

god, did yoongi need a whisky right now.

"there's no such thing as kimchi spaghetti," he says as calmly as possible, but the urge to consume alcohol threatens to total him. even his kids could tell he was at the end of his proverbial rope. sana takes the opportunity to pluck his phone out his pocket and tap away at it with her little fingers, and yoongi wonders yet again whether it's a blessing or a curse that kids grew up with technology at their disposal these days. "what are you doing, sana?"

"kimchi spaghetti," she answers, turning the phone to show him an array of red pasta dishes on google images. "it's real appa, i promise! look!"

so yoongi does, the brightness of the screen making his eyes water without his glasses. he still didn't buy it but it was almost six in the evening and he was starving and he missed you, so if throwing some tomato sauce and old kimchi next to a bit of spaghetti made the day end sooner he'd take it. sighing in defeat, he plucks the phone from his daughter's little hand and puts on top of the fridge on his way to retrieve the chopping board. "fine. now help me wash some tomatoes, please."

he can't help but smile when the children cheer.

when you finally arrive home a couple hours later, your heart swells at the sight of your husband half asleep on the foot of the bed. even after all these years you had such a big crush on him. having already checked on the kids who were asleep in their rooms, you leave your top buttons undone from where you'd just nursed eunmi. you were coming to the end of the weaning process and soon she'd be exclusively on solids, and fuck if yoongi's favourite thing about parenthood wasn't what it did to your tits. he deserved to enjoy after manning the fort alone this afternoon.

you sit down gently on the comforter, fingers running through his dark hair as he stirs and registers your weight on the bed. his eyes practically light up when he sees you smiling down at him, his saviour in a button down and old nursing bra. he scoots in to rest his head on your thighs, nose digging into your soft tummy. he missed you so much. "when did you get home?"

"a while ago," you giggle, feeling him kiss your belly button through the fabric. he stops when he notices your open shirt, staring at your chest. "i just fed the baby," you laugh again when yoongi's covers you with his body weight so that you lie back against the pillows under him, his head nuzzling between your breasts. you could smell the dry baby vomit and cotton wipes on his shirt, eyes fluttering closed when he begins to kiss up your sternum. "well done for putting the kids to bed alone. how was dinner?"

he grunts, favouring your right breast with his mouth while he fondles the other. "they ate. do with that information what you will."

you grin, splitting your thighs around his hips to let yoongi warm up even closer to your body. "and the grocery store?"

"blonde bitch was at the till again," he huffs over your covered nipple. "i'm just pissed she wasn't the one sana wedgied."

"one of these days she's gonna catch on you don't like her and say something impolite," you chastise, but you're sighing contently under all yoongi's kissing. you had only left him with his own devices for a few hours, but it must have really taken its toll this time. "you know how outspoken she is."

"like her mother," he pecks your collar bone. "i encourage it."

"for now. let's see how you cope when she becomes a teenager."

"please don't," yoongi whines pathetically, because there was no subject he hated more than the mention of his kids growing up. it was by far the shittiest part of this whole procreating thing, watching the little trolls he carried around and coddled get older and need him less and less. he'd never admit it but if yoongi could keep the kids at eunmi's age right now forever, then he would in a heartbeat. cute, chubby, dependant. every father's dream. "so how did your appointment go?"

he feels you stiffen slightly under him. "good," a beat. "really good. definitely don't have a stomach bug,"

"really?" he peers up at you quizzically. "but you were throwing up this whole weekend."

"yeah..." you audibly swallow.

yoongi sits up, giving you some much needed air. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand up again, pacing all the way to the vanity and back while he watches in silence. contrary to popular belief, you had always been the calm one. the one who always took everything in her stride, who never batted an eyelash at life's unexpected turns as if you saw it coming a mile away even though you didn't. yoongi was nowhere near that adaptable, but it didn't matter because you were. if you could handle it, he knew he could eventually too. which is why he looks so concerned when you shoot him a frazzled look.

"babe?" he says softly, resting his elbows on his knees while he watches you. "what is it?"

you peer up at him with your big eyes, so pretty and cute and delectable, and it's like he's nineteen all over again. "i'm pregnant again, yoongi."

a beat. "you're lying."

you shake your head slowly. "7 weeks tomorrow."

fuzzy. that's how yoongi feels, like his body has been emptied of all its insides and stuffed full of cotton. there's not even a train of thought floating through his head because he's too busy staring off into space, shakey hands coming to cover his face after a long five minutes. pregnant. again. he thought you two had already done the surprise baby thing with eunmi, she was supposed to be the happy accident, the cliché third child that no one saw coming.

"four," yoongi mutters.

"huh?" you step closer to him, peeling his hands from his face to reveal his dazed eyes.

"four kids," he huffs, staring up at you in disbelief. he was already tired just thinking about it. there was a time in yoongi's life where he didn't even know if he could keep a steady girlfriend for longer than two months and now he was here. about to be a father for the fourth time. the ice cream and toothepaste craving runs at three in the morning, the foggy pregnancy brain, the back massages, the maternity clothes. you'd have to get a bigger car. and not only that...the birth. feeding, changing, nappies, baby powder, toys, nursery bills. "four...four kids. that's double me and you. do you realise how grossly outnumbered we are..."

you bite your lip while you pet his hair. "i know it's a lot," you say softly, because you had gone through the exact same breakdown a few hours prior. yoongi just sits there dumbly while you cup his cheeks. "to take in, i mean."

he closes his eyes. "i'm going to be forty-one next month."

you wince. if you two were unprepared for eunmi, then this baby would be ten times that. you had settled into this four-bed place after taking out a mortgage just as big thinking that your family would be here for good, finalised your will the year prior, gave away all of eunmi's old baby grows she didn't fit into anymore - so set for a life of five. and now all of a sudden with no warning, it would be six. "yoongi, listen to me."

he looks up at you. "four kids...four. that's like...that's like a litter."

"i know," you say solemnly, pressing your lips together. "i know, okay? the idea of doing this again almost made me rip my hair out in that doctor’s room, so...if you don't think you can do it, tell me. just tell me now. if you can't cope that's okay."

he keeps staring at your open blouse, only half-listening. because amongst the flashing images of bills and calpol and snotty noses and joint pain there's also...giggles. first steps. chubby cheeks and reading late at night. picnics and sunday mornings and fighting over who's turn it was to pick the next song in the car. your exhausted smile after delivery when you hold a baby. school plays. first piece of homework. getting to know his kids slowly, little by little every day, excited for who they’ll become. that special type of relief yoongi only feels when all the kids are asleep and you take him to bed and strip naked for him.

he finally exhales. "okay."

"okay you can't cope?"

"okay," he corrects, taking your hands. "as in i can do it if you can."

holding back your smile is futile because yoongi can feel it against his own when he kisses you, pulling you back onto the bed. only when he removes your underwear and runs his fingers through your slick do you say anything. "i can't believe you knocked me up four times, min yoongi."

"i can," he grunts, rubbing his thumb over your clit while he watches you gasp for him. the upside to all this was that pregnancy sex really was his favourite sex, since his pullout game was never great. clearly. the desire to finish inside you was just too fierce a pleasure to withstand, so yoongi waits until after he cums to entertain the idea of a vasectomy.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi au #min yoongi scenario #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts au #suga x reader #suga au #suga scenario #bangtan x reader #bangtan au #bangtan scenario

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thecatnapextraordinaire · 4 years

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So I know my boyfriend is getting tired of living with my family. My dad and my brother are extremely loud when they talk and they constantly debate about everything. My brother works out at 9 pm with the door open and wants to make smoothies at 1 am and we have a 4 month old we're trying to sleep train. Gabriel does homework and my brother decides that's a good time to play the piano and when i tell him "hey Gabriels doing homework" I get "oh okay I'll put the mute pedal down, he'll be fine". My dad doesn't understand the virus stuff and he's wanting to go into stores and touch everything. My mom helps me watch the baby but she can have her moods and lately she's been in one. I've hardly slept the past week. Last night was the longest night I slept, I got 4.5 hours and it felt amazing. Anyways one night Adan was up all night and I took a nap during the day and then when I wake up I get little comments about how I'm a whimp because she used to sleep 2 hours and go to work the next day when she was our age. Meanwhile I have to pump every 3 hours because our milk supply is low, play with and take care of my baby (diaper changes, giving vitamins and gas meds every day, feeding every 3 hours, burping, stimulation, cuddling, bath time), wash dishes, find time to do homework, clean, eat, and take care of myself. Gabriel does his homework, helps with the baby, laundry, and does dishes. He goes to school full time though so I try to let him work as much as possible so he can have time with the baby later. He's already voiced that he wishes he could move back home but he doesn't want to do that to me because he helps a lot by washing my breast pumps and the majority of the bottles and putting them together for us. He also does laundry for us which helps because we run out of pajamas for Adan in a week since we only have 7 sets. I'm worried its only a matter of time before he leaves. He's on his phone a lot and he locks himself in the bathroom for a long time. I just see myself, all the stretch marks and loose skin and how saggy my boobs are after I pump, how i smell like milk all the time, and how much bigger I am in general and it makes me feel even more unlovable. It makes me wonder if maybe he's wanting to move on. He says he loves me and I believe him but I also see how he looks at me and hear how he talks to me and it makes me question. I'm constantly stressed out because of covid and just all the new baby stress. Gabriel is really, really, really paranoid about coronavirus and he stresses me out sometimes to the point that I just break down. Like yes I'm scared to death about it too but we clean every grocery item, all the mail, doorknobs, car handles, bottoms of shoes if we go to gas stations or dr appts, we clean food containers if we order take out and if anything touches/brushes your clothes or shoes you have to change or shower. Its just a lot to deal with on top of dealing with post partum. I'm scared of what this is doing to our relationship. Gabriel and I argue a lot because he doesn't want to take Adan anywhere except his parents but staying in all the time is hurting his social development and I'm already seeing it. On top of that I really don't talk to anyone. I used to talk to Monica all the time but she never answers me anymore. Idk if I said something or what but I keep trying because I miss her. I told her about struggling with post partum and that was when she kinda pulled away. When I was pregnant she used to message me every other day and ask about me and the baby. It just hurts and I miss her a lot. I feel really isolated so here I am on Tumblr.

#tldr #im just ranting sorry

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leandraderaven · 4 years

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Detours to happiness sneak peak chapter 23 - Without fear

“Oh come on... Don't judge my cooking skills B.” You know it's not that... I just want to cook with you.” Betty said and tried to calm Joy who was beginning to fuzz in the baby sling.

“What is it, baby girl. You have been fed an hour and you have fresh diapers... you can't be hungry again.” Betty stated and kissed the crone of Joy's head.

“Oh, yes. She can she is my daughter. There is still a bottle with breast milk in the fridge. I'll go and get it. I guess your breast aren't ready for another round.” Jughead asked and grabbed the bottle.

When the bottle was ready, Jughead helped Betty to grab the bottle and fed it to baby. When he felt that that her hand was relaxing and that Joy was drinking, he let go of it and just stood behind her if she needed help. Jughead knew how important it was for her to do as much as she could alone, but not not to be forced to do it, because then it just won't work.

They had a routine now which didn't even need any words. He just knew what to do. He knew his wife. He knew his daughter and how they worked together...He thought.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Veronica turned the oven off and went to open it.

“Oh hell no not over my dead body... what are you even doing here.” He heard Veronica arguing and seconds later his wife froze.

“Don't worry I'll handle this.” He tried to calm her. But he already saw her hand twitch. He placed his hand onto hers and said: “I got you. I hold the bottle and going to drive you to our room okay.”

“Can you just take her and feed her please?” Betty asked with fright in her eyes and Jughead just nodded and took Joy out of the baby sling.

He saw Betty drive forward too the door and was alert to jump into action as soon as he needed too. But he knew that Betty wanted her daughter as far as possible from this evil woman.

“What are you doing here you're not allowed to be here.” Betty said.

“I want to see my granddaughter.” Alice said.

“No.” Betty simply answered

“What do you mean. I am her grandmother. I have the right to see her.” Alice argued.

Veronica laughed sarcastically and just said: “You have no rights Mrs. Cooper...”

“Veronica...” Betty stopped her.

“No you have not. You have thrown this right out of the window with the way you have treated me.” Betty told her.

Jughead brought Joy to her room and laid her into her crib quickly and went back to his wife for help.

“Betty. Be honest to yourself you can't take care of a child.” Alice said with a tone that made Jughead want to vomit right onto her.

“Yes I can. Better than you ever did.” Betty answered calmly.

“You can't even hold your baby.” Alice spatted.

“Maybe you're right. I can't without help. But I am a good mother. I don't hit my child or will talk it down. This baby is loved in every second of her life and she knows because I show it and feel it in every minute. I maybe never will be able to change her diapers, feed or carry her alone, but I'll be always able to love her ant to care about her. I will not let you destroy her life like you destroyed mine.” Bettys eyes were spitting fire now.

“So let me make this clear. You're not going to see her again. You are going home now.” Betty ordered.

“How dare you to speak to your mother.” Alice called her out.

“Since I am a mother myself. I have no more respect for you and no excuses for what you have done, because there are none. Leave now and live with the consequences from your behavior.” Betty answered.

Then Alice rushed forward and Jughead was there in a second: “I swear to god. I told you this once and I am telling you this for the last time. If you not leave right in this second and get your hands of my wife, I am going to break every fucking bone of your body and I will not rest until you rot in prison for the things you had done to Betty.” Jughead threatened and something happened Jughead would have never expected.

Betty rushed forward and simply ran her over with her wheelchair until she was out of their front door.

Then in all addition Alice Cooper just fell -onto her ass – and it was glorious.

“Ups. Well you never apologized to me either... so goodbye, Alice.” She just said and Veronica followed Betty's non verbal orders and closed the door.

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Sincerely, Yours.

Lie To Me Sequel

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader (special appearance by actor Ji soo)

Type: Angst, Fluff, smut.

Warning: mentions of sex, alcohol use and vulgar language,

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Chapter 5

“This was your idea!” You yelled across the yard at namjoon who had started second guessing his idea of making a bubble pool. “What if someone gets hurt?” He held the bottle of soap in his hand, refusing to pour it into the pool. “Namjoon if you do not pour that soap I will kick you.” You yelled and he grunted, giving in before turning the bottle over. “ggukie, turn the water on now.” You shouted and he did just that. The water immediately turning your pool into bubbles. “The bubbles are rising fast.” Hoseok giggled as he walked along the short end of the pool, trying to mix in the soap and water. “What’s this?” Yoongi came out, his eyes looking at all of you freeze at his presence. “Namjoon’s idea.” Taehyung laughed from inside the bubble fort. “What if we put the strobe light in here, it’s waterproof.” Seokjin called from doorway, three of you getting excited at seokjins suggestion. “Yes!” You yelled and he brought it out. Handing the attachments to a few of you so you could place them inside. The lights illuminating the bubbles as the sun set. “Are you coming in or just going to watch?” You asked Yoongi who was still standing there, he stared at you for a moment before taking his shirt and shoes off to head into the bubbles. It seemed as if the longer the water ran the more bubbles and higher it grew. “I can’t see!” Taehyung called out, rubbing his eyes to rid it of soap. “I can’t either.” You shut your eyes, feeling your way to find the stairs. When you found them you made your way back to the house but nearly slipped on the last step. You would’ve hurt yourself if someone hadn’t caught you. “I got you.” Yoongi’s voice radiating through your ears as he carried you in his arms. “I can’t see.” You laughed at yourself. Your hands holding onto yoongi as you rubbed your eyes. “I’m taking you to the bathroom so you can wash your eyes out.” Yoongi’s skin felt warm against yours. The soap turning you both into a moistened heated mess and your eyes burning too much for you to care that it was him holding you. One of his hands an inch before your ass and the other gripped tightly near your breast. You couldn’t tell whose heart it was, but the rapid tapping vibrating through your bodies was strong enough that you both noticed it. “Sink Or Tub?” He asked, his hand struggling to open the bathroom door “tub,” you opened your eyes, the stinging sensation still very much there. “Remind me to never listen to namjoon.” You groaned in pain as you rubbed both eyes aggressively. “Ever.” You added. The water from the tub started running and you blinked open the best you could. Yoongi standing across from you with his hand under the faucet to watch the temperature. “I think that’s good enough.” He grabbed the small drinking cup from the sink and dipped it into the water, making his way to you as he pushed your head back lightly. “Let me rinse your eyes, close.” His free hand grabbing the towel as he waited for you to tilt your head back. “I can-“ you were cut off, he grunted. A grunt indicating that he did not want to argue with you. You did as told and you could feel the water rubbing over your eyes. “How is-“ you were cut off again as he placed the towel over your eyes, pressing down lightly as he rub tiny circles over them. When he removed them you immediately stared back at him, confused on why he was still helping you. He only returned that look, his eyes staring back at you. He seemed as if he was in deep thought. Your mouth opened as if to speak but closed quickly as it sat in a straight line. There was nothing to say to him. “How do you feel.” He finally broke your gaze. “Like i was pepper sprayed.” You pouted, turning your attention to the running water. “so,” he cleared his throat as he shifted next to you. “maybe we Can watch a movie together later.” He offered but you shook your head. “I promised namjoon we’d go grocery shopping.” He smiled faintly before leaving you alone.

“We need two of them.” You grabbed one milk bottle. Your eyes widening at namjoon, he looked back at you confused. “What jungkook drinks it with everything and seokjin cooks it with nearly everything.” You furrowed your browns before putting it into the cart. “I forgot how much you guys eat.” Yoongi snickered at you. “I need to get a new deodorant. Jungkook went on that cleaning spree and accidentally tossed it.” You groaned as you wandered off. As the boys kept grabbing the food they needed you made your way to the other side of the store, there wasn’t many people there at this time but that’s what you loved. You hated crowds. You quickly arrived at the aisle and immediately went to grab what you needed. It was the sounds of giggling and kissing that caught your attention, you looked to your left to find a couple making out near the condoms as the boy held them in his hand. It was the girl that caught your attention, it was Jess. You froze, confused for a moment as you glared. It’s almost as if she felt your stare, her eyes opened as she continued to kiss him, looking over to you. You could see the slight panic as she pulled away and you ran off. Not wanting to be involved in anything. “YN!” She screamed but you ignored, quickly turning into the clothes aisle to lose her. Your heart was racing as if it was you doing something wrong. The only thing you knew was that you could not get involved. How would it look to Yoongi, he knows you still have feelings for him, telling him his girlfriend is cheating wouldn’t look good on you. “I’m ready to go.” You threw your deodorant in the cart as you stood next to namjoon. Your heart beating and hands shaking as you figured out how this should be handled. “Are you alright what happened?” Yoongi noticed your panic. You looked up, meeting his eyes as you shook your head. “Nothing, i Just forgot i have to do something.” you mumbled, giving him a small reassuring smile. You all wandered the store a bit more, Jess had probably ran off after she saw you. Every corner your heart raced but you didn’t understand why it was you who was nervous. After paying the drive was the same. You nervous, yoongi noticing, and Namjoon driving.

When Namjoon pulled up you immediately grabbed namjoon’s hand and pulled him inside. “I’ll call the boys.” You yelled at yoongi who was by the trunk groaning at being left with it. When you entered, you immediately yelled at the guys. “Boys, groceries!” Your hand still pulling namjoon, but you came to a stop when you saw Jess sitting on the couch. “What are you doing here.” You snarled, the boys looking at each other in shock at your sudden snap. Leaning back to the door you noticed yoongi coming and you turned back to her. “Leave.” You snarled, pulling Namjoon towards the door. “Yn what was that, yoongi is going to be mad.” You pushed him into his room and locked the door. “She is cheating on him.” You groaned. Namjoon looking at you in shock. “What how do you know?” As you explained to him that you saw, he believed you right away. That’s what you loved about him, he was always understanding and knew you acted a certain way for a reason. “Are you going to tell him?” He asked but you shook your head. “How will that look? ‘Hey i know you know I’m still in love with you but your girlfriend is cheating on you. Break up with her’” you joked but he only rolled his eyes at you. “Well you cant let him stay with her.” But you just glared, what was he expecting you to do. It would only look like you were being a jealous ex who wanted to ruin what they have. “Yn,” Namjoon wiped away tears and pulled you into a hug. His hands rubbing small circles in your back. “lets just go out there until we figure out how to handle this.” He sighed, he was now involved and knew he couldn’t say anything because he didn’t see it, but he believed you so he took your side. As you made your way back to the kitchen, Jess sat there on Yoongi as everyone glared at you from your outburst earlier. A knock at the door startled you and broke everyone’s glare. “Who the hell is here.” You groaned, heading to open the door. Before you could fully see who it was you were being lifted up in a hug as they threw you over their shoulders. “Hey!” You grunted as you tried wiggling free. “This one is free now right?” You immediately recognized the voice. “Jisoo?” You questioned as he slid you down to the ground. Your eyes falling on an old friend. “Hi kitten,” he smiled as he pushed you against the wall, giggling as his hands played with your waist. “How did you know I was back?” You smiled, your heart dancing around at the way he was touching you. “Taehyung,” he lifted you up, his arms crossed underneath the brim of your ass as he looked up at you. “Come out with me.” He begged, giggled escaping your mouth as he stared you. Someone clearing their throat reminded you that others were in the room with you. “guys it’s jisoo,” you smiled, and taehyung only snorted. “We have eyes.” He laughed as jisoo held you in his arms still. “Come on kitten, get ready, have a drink with me.” He put you down and turned your body to the rooms. His hand slapping your ass to make you move. You changed quickly and ran back out to him, “I thought we were gonna watch a movie,” yoongi stared at you as you jisoo lifted you up to carry you outside. “Another time.” You looked at the others who were smirking at your excitement for your old friend. “If you guys come back and-“ Seokjin paused. “Please, not in my bed.” He didn’t even have to say it. “Okay kitchen counter got it.” You joked as jisoo took you out. The entire night full of dancing, walking, and laughing. It was a good escape for a moment. “Where do you want to go now kitten?” He laced his fingers with yours as you walked back to the car. “let’s just head home.” You pulled him to the car, his body pressing yours against the door as he stared down at you. “I always liked you, but you were always taken.” His hand reaching up to your face to caress you. “I’m free now.” Your response was all he needed to lean down and press his lips to yours. It felt, different. His lips were cold and plump, your body tingling as he depended it. “Am I allowed to sleep over?” He broke the kiss for a moment. You only smiled in response

As you arrived back home, jisoo has lifted you up as he carried you up the driveway. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you leaned down to kiss him again. “Mmm kitten as much as I love your lips, I can’t focus on walking properly with you kissing me like this.” He smiled as his hand reached down to open the door. As soon as the door closed he pulled you face down to continue the kiss. “mm not his bed.” You groaned against the kiss. Jisoo pulling your lip between his teeth as he turned into the living room and tossed you on the couch, your lips not parting. “Still so beautiful kitten,” his kisses trailing down your neck and tiny love bites being left on your chest. “Do you want to?” He asked in a moan, his forehead against yours waiting for consent to fuck you. You swallowed for a moment, trying to catch your breath. You haven’t had sex in a year. You needed this. “Yes.” As soon as you finished he pressed his lips to yours again, his hand going under your dress to rub you. “Fuck you’re wet.” He moaned, his hand left your panties and you heard him fiddling with his jeans. Not only a moment later did you feel the tip of his cock teasing you along your panties. His hand sliding your panties to the side as he rubbed his tip through your slits once again. The teasing making you wiggle and moan as you craved someone inside you. “Jisoo.” You whined, you hips thrusting upward wanting him to enter you. “Impatient little kitten.” He smirked down at you before pushing himself into you aggressively. His thrusts quick and hard making you moan louder than you wanted. “bedroom.” You moaned into his neck. His lifted you up, his cock still buried inside you as he walked down the hall. “Here.” You stopped him at seokjins door. “He said not to fuck on his bed are you disobeying him kitten?” He pressed you against the door thrusting firm into you as he waited for an answer. “God, no.” You moaned. You opened the door with your free hand and made your way inside. Jisoo closing the door and fucking you against it. Each thrust making you moan louder than the first, your nails clawing against his shirt. You lifted your dress off as he slowly made his way to the floor. His hands ripping off your panties as he turned you over to get naked, the small moment he slipped out of you making you whine as the loss of his cock inside you. “Needy aren’t we?” He laughed as he slipped himself back inside you. “Turn over.” Kissing him as he did what you asked. His hands gripping your ass as he leaned up to take your breast into his mouth. The moment you started riding him he threw his head back and moaned, as if it was too good for him to keep quiet. “Fuck.” His hands practically digging into your skin. “Is that what I’ve been missing.” He laughed as you continued to ride. He squirmed underneath you, unable to contain himself. “Kitten I’m going to cum I need to pull out.” He tapped your ass, you slowed down as he flipped you over. Thrusting a few more times before pulling out. “Where?” He asked out of breath. “On me.” You moaned as you felt him release all over your stomach. “fuck.” He laughed as he lied next to you on the floor. “I truly didn’t take you out to fuck you tonight kitten, please know that.” He kissed your temple and lifted you up. “To the shower.” He smiled as he handed you your towel and walked with you to the shower.

After you were cleaned up, Jisoo slept over, and you dozed off. Your body finally relaxed and all that sexual frustration gone. A relief. You slept peacefully for once. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you weren’t sleeping alone, the fact you finally fucked someone after holding out, but you felt at ease. maybe this was all you needed to finally let yoongi go.

#bts au #jung hoseok #jung jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #min yoongi angst #yoongi au #yoongi angst

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