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safetystars · 3 months

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The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

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elliewlums · 1 year

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What about an Xavier head canon with a reader who loves crystals and she puts little crystals like rose quartz in his pockets or his room to show that he's hers

CUTE CUTE CUTE (and so me</3)

there’s no mistaking the fact that you adore xavier thorpe. you’d kiss the ground that boy walked on if he asked you to.

and the way that you express that adoration is one of his favourite things about you.

originally, it started out small. a rose quartz slipped into his blazer pocket before classes, one on his nightstand, another dropped into his bag as you sit next to him.

then it progressed. you tailored the crystals to his day to day needs. tiger’s eye for luck on a test, carnelian for confidence when he needs a boost. at this point, xavier can be tracked by the rattling of stones in his every pocket.

if another girl so much as glances in his direction, you’re quick to skip towards the tall boy and take his hand, pressing yet another crystal into his palm.

“you forgot this, xavi.”

“oh, thanks, baby.”

he knows what you’re up to as you latch yourself onto his arm, tucked under him as though you’ve been settled there forever; it’s not like you spend your time anyplace else. he’s more than happy facilitating your scare tactics towards the other girls; he’s yours.

he needs to have one of your stones close to relax, now. it grounds him, having a piece of you to cradle in the palm of his hand.

he still prefers it when you sneak into his dorm to spend the night, though. warm and soft, snuggled under his arm, in his bed and his clothes. you’re his every daydream rolled into one.

and when you sneak out of a morning, you leave a crystal in your place, tucked under his pillow safely for him to find<3

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justanamesstuff · 1 year

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All I Need

Chapter 9

A/N: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS CHAPTER! Thanks for waiting patiently...I hope this helps after the last one ;)♥ Thanks guys, you're awesome! Happy reading!

Warnings: ANGST, almost panic attack, crying, anxiety, BUT ALSO fluff, jealousy, people in love <;3 typos

Word count: 6.6 K

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Two weeks later Matty left…

Matty walked in circles around the tent the band had as a green room for the festival. He couldn’t stay still. The past weeks took a toll on him. Barely talking with Y/n and Amelia, they did a few FaceTimes, although they ended being counterproductive. Amelia got fussy, Y/n and him couldn’t really talk.

Every moment he had to spear alone, Matty constantly repeated his conversations with Y/n and the broken voice of Amelia calling him to stay home. His heart broke a little more every single time.

He brushed his hair back, anxiously. George stared at him, watching how he went from one side to the other of the little space. Matty resembled a tiger trapped inside a cage. Ready to bit, to fight, to take his anger out.

“Alright, mate?” Ross tried to ask him.

“Yeah, yeah.” Matty answered mindlessly, out of habit.

George got tired of his mate’s behaviour, “Matty!”

“What?” he didn’t stopped moving.

“Sit down.” George demanded.

“I can’t…”

“Did you get some sleep?” Matty snorted as an answer.

Matty was well aware the guys were staring at him due to his behaviour. Although nothing inside him was still or even want to be. On the other hand, he wanted to scream or do something that take all the angsty feelings from his chest.

“I don’t want to go there.” Matty admitted, his words sharing his sincere feelings.

The frontman let all the air out of his lunges, while running his hands through his curls. He tried to get rid of the pressure on his chest. Matty tried to hold back the tears threatening to come out. He needed to talk with Y/n even when he knew that option wasn’t possible.

The guys shared a couple of worried looks. Adam was the bravest to ask, “On stage?”

“Mhm.” Matty hummed as a reply, rubbing his face.

“Why?” Adam asked this time. Something in his relaxed tone took part of Matty’s anxiety. His body moved closer, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force.

“I don’t trust myself.”

Matty had the strong feeling that once he was out there, with the fans cheering for him, his mind was going to be all over the place. Everything could happen then, and he wasn’t near the mental state to stop himself.

“You would do fine, Matty.” Adam stood up, reaching for his shoulder.

Matty shook his head, “I want to go home.”

“I know,” Adam voice coming from an empathic place, all of them knew what Matty was going through. “It’s the last one, and we’re all going home, okay?” he tried to encourage his friend.

“Yes.”

The frontman tried to keep his mind in check. Not matter how the show turned out, he was going straight back home. Back to Amelia and Y/n. Thinking about them lighten up something inside him.

“You can do it.” Adam stated, forcing Matty to look at his eyes.

“I can…do it.” The singer’s voice shaking at the same time he was making the impossible to prepare himself.

“Let go.” George’s voice came from behind Matty.

Time would tell.

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Matty swung the bottle of wine around on his right hand, while he held the microphone on the other. His steps uncoordinated, messy, his body threatening to fall at every step he took. George looked at Adam and Ross, asking silently. Adam tried to reassure him. It wasn’t

good, but it wasn’t that bad yet.

“Okay…” the frontman took another sip of wine. “This next…song-” Matty stopped when the wires got tangled. “It’s for- fuck-” he brushed back the small curls on his sweaty forehead. “Next song is for…you know who you are. This is for you, and only you, baby.”

Matty didn’t care he wasn’t making any sense. This was not for the crowd, this was for Y/n and only her; even when she wasn’t there, with him. Inside his clouded mind, Y/n was everything he could think about. Only her.

The first chord of ‘All I Need To Hear’ filled the air. Matty took another big gulp of wine. His tears polling at the corners of his eyes. He wanted to feel her skin against his again, her warmth, her loving stares and everything –only– Y/n can give him. Matty fell asleep during those weeks trying to remember all, getting frustrated because he couldn’t have it.

“When people are talking, I miss what they say” Matty sang, replying the conversations he didn’t listen to during the weeks after he left home. The boys had to snap him out of his daydreaming almost every time he was around them.

“'Cause it all means nothing, my dear” His voice was breaking with every word, Jamie and Polly tried to help him as best as they could. “If I can't be holding you near. So tell me you love me…'Cause that's all that I need to hear.”

Matty didn’t sit during the song. He moved around, drinking from the bottle and looking at the horizon turning to wild colours because the sun was setting down. His mind trying to think what Amelia and Y/n were doing at the same time back home, without him.

“'Cause I don't need music in my ears” Matty kept the song going. “I don't need the crowds and the cheers” shaking his head, stating his words. “Oh, just tell me you love me…'Cause that's all that I need to hear” the singer finished the verse speaking the words more than singing them.

When Matty had to sing the bridge, his knees gave up and Matty fell on the floor. He left the wine at his side, holding the microphone as if his life depended on it. “I've been told so many times before. But hearing it from you-” he moved the microphone to a side, feeling incapable to keep going. “Means much more, so much more” he concluded.

The urge to just left the stage was strong. Matty wasn’t ready to finish the song, even though he was against letting the fans down. He took a big breath and stood up.

“Oh, I don't care if you're insincere” Matty reached for the microphone stand, holding it as a walking stick. “Just tell me what I want to hear” Over the course of the weeks, Matty convinced himself that Y/n loved his as much as he loved her. They were meant to be, there wasn’t another option. “You know where to find me. The place where we lived all these years, oh” Matty looked up, recalling the different rooms of their home. He was every minute closer to be back. “And tell me you love me. That's all that I need to hear.” Matty’s body folded in half, leaning forward.

He couldn’t finish the song. Someone, probably Jamie, finished it for him.

As soon as the song died down, his feet were transporting him to the backstage. Matty was physically incapable to say goodbye to the fans. He had only one though in mind.

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When all the band members returned to the tent backstage, Matty lay plastered on the floor. His arm was over his eyes, shielding them from the strong lights hurting his eyes. Matty wanted to puke, but the solo idea of moving hurt through his bones.

George is the first one to check on him. He kneeled beside his friend. “What’s wrong?”

Matty groaned, trying to clear his mind to answer. He’s way too gone for that. George glanced around to the rest of the guys to try to found a solution to a problem he didn’t fully understand.

“Matty?” he asked again. Receiving no answer. “Can you stand up?”

“No.” Matty replied this time, feeling his mouth dry.

“Come on, mate. We need to go.” G urged him.

Matty gathered some strength to protest, “Can’t.”

“Come on.”

“I want Y/n.” Matty begged George. The drummer saw how some tears streamed down his cheeks.

George felt bad to remind his best friend about the current situation, “She’s…not here, mate.”

“I want her.” the frontman wasn’t having it though.

George knew it wasn’t the nicest thing to call this late, although they needed Matty to move. Desperate situations called for desperate measures. G took his phone out from his pocket, searching fast for Y/n’s number. He placed the phone closer to his ear.

“George?” Y/n picked right away, worrying sick, from the other end of the line.

It wasn’t something she was supposed to assumed out loud, not even for Grace, although she had been keeping tabs on Matty. The first few days she stayed out of social media, every single one. Her decision didn’t last long.

She had been tugging herself to sleep, after feeding and during Amelia’s routine, to then search desperately for any streaming or Instagram live of fans. Y/n missed Matty more every day that passed.

Reason why, Y/n saw the entire thing. Some fans were pissed with him, she was worried.

“Y/n, I’m sorry-” George tried to excuse his actions, Y/n didn’t have the time or patience to let him finish the sentence.

“What the fuck happened?” Y/n interrupted his rant. “Where is Matty?” she clung to the device so hard that her hands started to hurt.

“Did I wake you? I need your help but-”

“Please tell me nothing happened, George!” Y/n interrupted once more, she felt bad to shout to G but she was urged to know.

“We’re okay…Matty-”

“Where’s he?”

“Right in front of me.” George wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t communicate her the real state of Matty. “He’s only asking for you, doesn’t want to move. I’m sorry-”

She didn’t need to know more, “Put him on the phone, George.”

“Okay.” he kept the phone closer to his chest. “Matty, Y/n wants to talk with you.” the solo mention of her name, made Matty tried to sit up, falling miserably.

He groaned when his body came in contact with the floor again, he extended his hand towards George. His best friend gave him the device.

“Hello?” Matty let his sight wander up to the ceiling, blinking his eyes, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

“Fuck.” Y/n breath out, feeling slightly better that she was hearing his voice. “Are you okay, Matty?”

“Y/n-”

“Are you okay?” Something in her worried tone snapped Matty back to life. He glanced towards George and the rest of the boys.

“Not feeling my best but-”

“Matty, you need to listen to George now!” Y/n scolded him.

“I want you.”

“Matty, please…listen to me, I- I need you to listen to George. I need you safe, okay?”

“I want you, Y/n. I love you.” he was even more stubborn in this drunkenness state.

Y/n let the words slip through her lips, “I know, baby. I do too.” she smiled a little, knowing it was the first time she admitted it out loud; even though the priority at the moment was keeping Matty safe. “Please go with George, okay?”

“Mhm…would you be at our home when I get back?” Matty sat back up, with George and Ross’ help.

Y/n nodded even when he wasn’t capable to see her actions, “Yes, Amelia and I…we’re here, we’ll be here.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise Matty.”

The line didn’t cut down, Matty just threw the phone to a side. Y/n stayed plugged to the phone, listening to make sure George returned and helped Matty.

“Fine. George, get your ass back here, I can’t walk.” she heard Matty direct his best friend.

The sound of the device being picked from the floor loud on Y/n’s ear. “Thank you and I’m so sorry.” George’s voice travelled through the line.

“Please, get him some ibuprofen and water.” Y/n asked nicely this time.

“I’ll…I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you, G.”

Y/n left the phone on the bedside table, trying not to worry too much about Matty.

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Next morning

Grace and Y/n didn’t talk about it, but Amelia’s mother was aware that after the scandal with the articles –the pictures of her and George leaving the restaurant; and Matty with Daisy leaving the arena together–, Grace was adamant to stay at the house with Y/n and Amelia.

The silent gesture warmed Y/n’s heart. Having her best friend and godmother of her child close when she was trying to get through those hard weeks was a blessing. Y/n loved Grace to the core.

She swiped up once more, another video of Matty falling on stage similar to the one prior, showing him speaking on the verge of tears. Grace returned to the kitchen, scanning Y/n’s body. Her friend was sliding down, almost falling from the chair. Y/n wasn’t aware of it, she was too focused on the screen right in front of her eyes.

“Babe, stop scrolling through TikTok…” Grace instructed in a motherly tone.

Y/n didn’t look away, “I can’t help it.”

“I get that.” Grace approached her, extending her hand with the palm facing upwards. “Give me.” Y/n continue ignoring her, she wanted to keep watching the videos. “Fine.” Grace proceed to take it out from her reach.

“Give it back, mom.” Y/n stood up, coming face to face with Grace. Y/n’s best friend hid the phone behind her back, shaking her head no.

“No. I know it sucks but you have to wait and not keep watching him fall.” Grace was right.

“He looks…”

Grace didn’t let her find the right words. “He’s a mess.”

“And it's my fault.” Y/n announced. She had been feeling responsible for his state for a few days. She had been the one that didn’t want to address fully what happened between them, and Matty was obviously not okay with it. Like her.

“Partly…fuck, no-” Grace exposed her inner monologue. “He’s not a kid.”

“I need to see him in one piece, back home…”

“Why he’s not here already?”

“He wasn’t in the best shape to travel after the show, and something happened with the bus.” George kept her updated with every single move they made, even when Matty also did. The difference was that G added little ones of Matty’s state. “He’s going to be back tomorrow morning.”

Y/n tried to get back her phone, Grace dodge it successfully.

“Did you talk with him?”

“Shortly. He sounded busy…” Y/n huffed.

“I bet.” Grace didn’t want to be harsh or cynical about Matty, although he was getting on her bad side being the cause of Y/n’s current state. “I bumped into Paul the other day…” Grace tried to change the subject.

Y/n chuckled, “I don’t know if I want to know.”

“I yelled at him, of course.” Grace put the phone in her back pocket, walking towards the table.

“Grace…” Y/n made signals for her phone, it was her friend time to ignore it.

Y/n’s friend kept filling her in about this new topic, “He didn’t move a centimetre, it was funny.” Grace laughed for herself. “I asked him what he knew about the articles...” That piqued Y/n’s interest.

“What did he say?” Y/n went to sit in front of Grace at the other side of the table, defeated about her phone.

“Not much.”

“Well, I think he doesn’t get hate for it…good for him!” Y/n’s voice dripping sarcasm.

“It is calmer now, they moved to the next thing…”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I really don’t care.”

“It’s good gossip!” Grace tried to gain her attention with it.

“I don’t-”

“Come on! Matty’s going to be here tomorrow…and you’re going to talk, and I’ll be gone.” Grace reassured Y/n.

“Are you going to leave?” she asked her friend, sensing how the information raised her anxiety.

“I don’t want to be present when you suck each other’s faces.” Grace sported a disgusted expression while talking.

Y/n blushed thinking about it, “We aren’t-”

“Oh, sure.” Grace faked believing it for a minute.

“We need to talk first!”

“Two seconds later, you’re smooching and creating a new baby.” Y/n laughed at her antics.

“Oh my god, Grace!”

“So cheer up…you’re going to get some soon…”

Y/n felt happy to have such a great friend cheering for her. She knew how Grace felt about Matty, although she kept her words and tried to just be there for her, to support her best friend. Grace deserved all the goodness of the world.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I do. Tell me about the gossip.”

Grace didn’t need more encouragement, “Okay, so Harry Styles…”

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24 hours later

After two long days travelling after the last show, Matty saw the front yard of his house, feeling at home already. He couldn’t wait to see his baby and Y/n, he was even more desperate than two days before.

George went to knock at the door to say a quick hello to his goddaughter and her mother. Y/n opened the door with an excited child in her arms, looking all around to see her daddy.

“Morning.” George greeted Y/n when she came into view.

Y/n was truly happy to see the tall guy, “Hey!”

“Nice outfit, Y/n.” George teased her about the baggy clothes she used as a pyjama.

“Shut up, Daniels!” she stopped him, half hugging him.

Amelia screamed loud to be noticed by the grown-ups, “Orge!”

George opened his arms, making her laugh, “Hey, princess…I missed you.” Y/n let him took her little body on his embrace.

“Yes!” Amelia answered, clapping her hands in front of her eyes.

“Move George.” Matty made himself presence from behind his bandmate, with suitcase and guitar case in each hand.

The solo sound of his voice filled Y/n’s stomach of a bubbling feeling, and made Amelia overly excited

“Daddy!” the little Healy girl screamed louder.

After Matty left his baggage on the floor, ready to welcome Amelia, his eyes were full of tears. “Hi, mel-mel!” he said only to her, kissing the crown of her head.

“Hello daddy!” she exclaimed, still happy, on his neck.

“Oh, I missed you so much!” Matty squeezed her harder with his arms.

“Miss you.” Amelia said, surprising her parents and godfather.

“Mel!” George smile grew a few sizes, while the three of them cheered for her.

Y/n felt the urge to check the plans for later with the drummer, “George, if you can’t-” but Matty –who took notice of her when her voice reached his ears– interrupted.

“He can. Right, George?” Matty looked at his mate sternly. George didn’t have a real option to say no.

“Yes, Y/n. Don’t worry! I’ll be back in a few hours with Charli, and we’re going to have fun,

right Ames?” George tickled Amelia, making her chuckled loud.

“Yes!”

“I’m happy to help” George tried to reassure Y/n. He was aware Amelia’s parent needed to talk, and he was happy to help. “See you guys later.” He said.

After quick goodbyes and a few kisses on Amelia’s chubby cheeks, George was out of sight. Once the door closed down, Matty glanced at Y/n directly.

“Hello, you.”

Y/n felt incredibly shy, “Hi.”

He didn’t wait and walked the short distance separating their bodies. Matty dared to round Y/n with his arm that wasn’t holding Amelia. He brought the two closer, closing his eyes, enjoying the moment he had been longing for weeks.

He let his cheek rest on top of her head. Feeling his body against hers made Y/n sink further into his touch.

They couldn’t continue with it because Amelia started to get fuzzy in the middle of her parents chests. Matty pushed his body back, staring at her face without letting her go far away.

“How are you?” he asked softly, meanwhile Amelia played with his buttons.

Y/n titled her head, analysing his features, “How are you, Matty?”

“Better…I'm always better here, home, with my girls.” Matty brushed the apple of her cheeks, staring at mother and daughter.

“Have you eaten?” Y/n grew concerned about his current state.

Matty couldn’t lie to Y/n. “No.”

“Let’s go, I made breakfast.” Y/n took his hand, leading the way towards the kitchen.

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Y/n walked upstairs after George and Charli left with Amelia. Her heart was tumbling inside her ribcage, at tone with her nerves going wild.

She reached Matty’s room, which had the door wide open as a welcoming sign. Y/n knocked out of politeness and rest her body on the door frame, looking at Matty left his suitcase closer to his wardrobe.

“Hello, baby.” Matty greeted her, turning around on his place to look at her face.

“Hi.Um-” Y/n brushed her hair back, staring at the floor, feeling anxious. “Don’t you wanna take a nap, I unders-” she tried to excuse herself.

Matty was quick to interrupt her, “I don’t.”

“You might be tired.” she offered him another way out of the conversation.

“I am…but please, come here.” Matty asked, walking to sit at the end of his bed. It was the first time in almost a month he was sitting on his own bed. “O we can go downstairs…” he offered.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a nap?” Y/n twisted her fingers, in front of her body. She felt so pathetic, not knowing how to manage the situation like a grown up. She scolded herself internally.

“I’m sure. I- We need to have this conversation.” Matty patted the comforter again. Y/n glanced up at his eyes.

“I know.”

Y/n didn’t move a muscle, keeping her eyes on his. Matty tried to wait patiently. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward, although it was suffocating her in a way. Y/n couldn’t help to let an uncomfortable laugh.

Matty couldn’t help to copy her, even though he teased her a little. “This is not funny!” he tried to sound serious.

“I know, okay? But where to start…” Y/n took a few steps forward, closer to Matty.

Matty grabbed her hands on his, “From the beginning….” he said, staring up towards her eyes.

Y/n chuckled, “Funny, so funny.” she stated, rolling her eyes.

“Come on sit” Matty instructed her, and she did as told. “What do you want to talk about first?” he asked, not letting her hands go.

Y/n huffed, this was it. “Tell me about her?”

“About Daisy?” Matty inquired to clarify.

“Mhm.” Y/n felt tiny.

“I've met her ages ago, before even knowing you…” Matty kept his eyes on Y/n face, even when hers were on their intertwined hands. “We once hooked up, we were pretty drunk to put it in nice words.” Matty was quick to let her know all the details. “It was a big mistake, we decided to stay as friends…” the singer felt a wave of confidence, finally having the conversation he had been hoping to have for weeks. “I meet up with her during the month I’ve stayed over there.” Matty continued. “She’s going through a messy breakup with her boyfriend…it’s a long story, if you want, I can tell you. It’s really sad though, he’s- Anyway, I wasn’t expecting tabloids making up stories about her and I…” he shook his head, before adding, “I didn’t know you would though…”

“You never talked about her.” Y/n felt the urge to defend her past behaviour.

“No, but it’s not like she’s a secret…I guess it never came up in conversations, I don’t know, baby.” Matty said, sincere.

“And you invited her to the concert.” The hurt was there in the middle of her words, Matty felt it.

“Mhm…I invited a few more friends, couldn’t make it.” he did invite a few here and there, he had a lot of friends with their own projects going on at the time.

“I’m so stupid.” Y/n felt embarrassed. She hid her face behind her hands.

Matty took her hands again on his embrace, forcing Y/n to look at him once more. “No, no…this is all a big misunderstanding.” He fully believed on the words he was spoken.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n apologized.

Matty felt the need to do it too. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve introduced you guys.”

“Shouted at my face that she was your friend.” Y/n tried to joke about it, still embarrassed.

“Mmm, that would’ve been a good idea.” Matty planted a kiss on her forehead.

“And what about the other night?” Y/n brought back to the centre of attention the last concert of the band. She had been reading articles –speculating– about it, and TikToks repeating the moment when Grace didn’t notice.

Matty felt a lump on his throat. “Homesick.” he looked down.

“Matty…” Y/n cupped his cheek.

“I was.” he stared at her eyes. “I wanted to be back so bad…it was physically painful.” Matty needed her to understand how bad he had been feeling about it all. “Biggest mistake was trying to drown it with alcohol.”

“What about the dedication?”

“You saw the TikToks.” Matty said, surprised.

Y/n felt her cheeks getting hot. “I did.”

“Grace was right, you’re online.” he mocked her.

Y/n pinched his cheek softly. “Says the man who’s chronically online.”

“But I don’t hide it!”

“Oh, shut up!”

Matty caressed her hands, getting inside his head for a few minutes.

“How I make it back to normal?” he almost begged her for an answer.

“I-”

“Because I am serious about this, about us, Y/n. I want to be with you.” Matty tugged at her hands, making her entire body –and soul– move.

“I’m sorry about the things I said to you, about you…” Y/n started to apologize again. Of course, she had been thinking about what she was going to say when they had the conversation. Part of it, a big part, was to say how sorry she was.

Matty tried to calm her worries, “I understand, baby.”

“No, no..don’t do that! Don’t justify my shitty behaviour.”

“I don’t. You were hurt, Y/n. I didn’t take it personally…I just need you to trust me for real with this.” Matty let her hand go to signal with a finger between them.

“I tr-”

“For real.”

“I really want to.”

Matty felt a pang on his chest, “But you don’t.”

“Matty, a lot has happened in the last few weeks…I’m still trying to get my head around it.” Y/n tried to make him reason with her.

“Okay, I get it.” Matty nodded, trying to swallow the pain. “Question is…do you want us, Y/n? Do you want to be with me?” he feared for her reply.

Y/n’s sight softened, sensing how afraid he was. “You said you were sure about me lo-”

“I am, I still am. Thing is, I need you to tell me, baby. I don’t mean now. I want for you to make those decisions.” Matty subtly made his question again.

Y/n didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes.”

Matty squeeze her hands, feeling a wave of emotion took over his body. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Matty wanted to tattoo it on his forehead, so she remembered.

“Really?”

“Yes, my love.” Matty caressed her cheek, lovingly.

“You said you…loved me…since the start.” Y/n recalled his words.

“Yes, still do.” Matty’s lack of doubts warmed her heart.

“Explain again why you never said it? Why you accepted co-parenting with me then?” Y/n urged him.

“I was deeply scared of loosing you, Y/n. I still am, I came to that realization when…after Daisy.” He admitted.

“Why were you…are you?”

“I had the strong belief I was only a friend for you, and we were having amazing sex.” Y/n hit his shoulder playfully. “Ouch!” he protested, touching that part of his body. “I was only that for you…”

Y/n dissent with him, “How could you know?” her surprise until his words was all over her face. “We literally never talked about it…we never discussed titles and all of that. Well, only when we found out I was pregnant”

“Yeah, I know. I mean- I was in a different place…mentally. I guess my way of looking at the situation shifted, but being scared of loosing you was there, is kinda there. I can’t picture my life without you, Y/n.” Matty breathed out.

Y/n moved closer to him. “It’s the same for me, Matty.”

“This is the part I don’t get. Since we are so sure about the other, why we are not together?”

“It’s complicated?”

It was Matty’s time to ask, “Why you took the decision to be just co-parents, friends?”

“As I said, we never talked about titles…and I didn’t want to pressure you with a relationship when we were facing the idea of being parents.” Y/n state her reasons.

“Why would I feel pressured?”

“Matty, I was pregnant…my brain was all over the place. You were realizing a new album. Back then, I was shitting myself.”

“Same.” Matty agreed. “So, all this time, we could’ve been a cute little family?” he whined, resting his back on the mattress.

“You needed to have your slut era.” Y/n patted the centre of his chest. Matty took advantage of it, grabbing her hand and pushing Y/n closer to him.

“Excuse me?” Matty faked to be offended.

Y/n hid her face on his shoulder, saying, “Oh, come on. You enjoyed it!”

“I was passed out most of the time, Y/n!” Matty protested loud.

“Yeah, you’ve told me!”

“Missing you…” he kept going.

“Shut up.”

“I miss you now.” Matty truthfully said.

“Matty-”

“Fuck, sorry. I just-”

Y/n pushed herself up, looking at his face. “I know.”

“I’ll be patient. I swear.” Matty vowed.

Y/n return to lay with him, “I believe you.” she soothed Matty.

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A few days later

The dynamic around the house was starting to feel normal again. Matty knew they had a long path to go through with Y/n. He was doing all his best to let her know with actions his place was beside her and nowhere else. Matty thanked the band for not booking another show for the next week, letting him stay at home with his girl.

The frontman was thankful as well because Y/n’s mother was coming to visit, and he loved the woman. Y/n’s mother Susanne was a Matty Healy supporter since she meet him during the pregnancy. He knew how much they –Y/n and Susanne–miss each other, so being there to witness the reunion made him feel a tad emotional.

“Hello, Matty dear!” Y/n’s mom greeted him when he opened the front door.

Matty accepted, happily, the hug she offered him. “Hi, Susanne.”

“How are you?” she asked.

“I’m good.”

“She’s giving you a hard time, isn’t she?” Susanne pinched his cheek.

Y/n voice came from behind Matty, “My own mother…”

“No, she’s not.” Matty quickly replied.

“You can tell me the truth, Matty.” Y/n’s mother winked at him, jokingly.

“I am.” Matty said, turning to look at Y/n who smiled at him. “Let me take your suitcase upstairs.” he offered.

Once Matty was gone, Y/n led the way towards the kitchen.

“How was the trip?” she asked her mother.

“Long, exhausting…but I couldn’t stay all the way over there knowing you were here, with all those arseho-”

Y/n interrupted her swearing, “Mom!”

“What, my love? People online are horrible!” Susanne protested, opening her arms wide and frowning visibly.

“Mhm.” Y/n couldn’t deny it.

“Dalia sends her regards” Dalia was Susanne’s best friend as long Y/n can remember. The woman was almost like an aunt for Y/n. “All of my friends are talking about the articles…no one believe those shitters!” Susanne kept ranting about the journalists.

“Mom, please don’t swear around Amelia when you see her.” Y/n begged.

“Where’s my sunshine?”

Susanne started to look around for her granddaughter, but all the toys were abandoned around the place. Which gave her a hint of where the little sunshine was.

“She’s taking her nap.” Y/n explained.

“I thought you were the sleepiest baby, your own daughter broke the record!” Susanne told her, smugly.

Y/n defended her daughter, “She’s really energetic when she’s up. Amelia need her naps.”

“Yeah, yeah…well, I want to see her.”

“You will. Do you want tea or anything?” Y/n tried to distract her mother with drinks and food.

“Yes, please…tea would be fine.”

“Okay.”

Y/n turned around at the same time Matty returned to the kitchen. She put the electric kittle on.

“You won’t believe who asked me about you!” Susanne exclaimed out of the blue.

“Who, mom?” Y/n folded her arms, waiting for her answer. She took notice at the same time of Matty presence, so she asked, “Do you want tea, Matty?”

“Sure.” he accepted, standing beside Y/n’s mother.

Susanne screamed, which made Y/n winced. She expected Amelia didn’t hear her grandmother’s voice. “Benedict!”

Matty noticed how Y/n’s factions changed with the mention of that name. Which distressed him. The singer scratched his stubble, waiting for more details about this unknown man.

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked excited.

“I bumped into him at the supermarket. He’s so lovely, he stays as handsome as ever…” Susanne started.

Matty hated Y/n’s words, “I imagine.”

“Anyway, we talked for a bit. He asked about how you were doing.”

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth.”

“And that was?” Y/n arched her right eyebrow.

“You had a daughter, still single…” Susanne said, and Y/n’s sight went to Matty’s face. The frontman saw how her checks turned red while she looked at her mother again. He smirked, admiring her. “And live with the baby’s handsome father.” Y/n’s mother words made Matty laughed out loud

“Oh, god!” Y/n hid her face.

“Who’s Benedict?” Matty asked right away.

When Susanne was about to answer, “He’s-” Y/n interrupted.

“Why?” it was her time to smile wide.

“Just want to know…” Matty shrugged his shoulders.

“Now tell him.” Y/n instructed her mother to continue, waiting overly excited to see Matty’s reaction.

“Benedict was Y/n’s first boyfriend. They were the cutest couple ever.” Susanne informed Matty. His face turned a colour beyond red.

“We were twelve, Mum. Course we were!” Y/n chuckled.

“Everybody was heartbroken when his father was relocated, and he broke up with her. Y/n stayed in bed for two weeks.”

“First broken heart?” Matty asked Y/n trying to play it cool.

Y/n nodded. “First proper one.”

“And now where is he?” Matty kept his sight on Susanne because he knew Y/n was having the time of her life with this, although he needed all the details.

“He’s back home. Oh, he said he was hoping to see you if you planned to visit home!”

Y/n threw her head back, remembering those years with him, “Would be so funny.”

“To rekindle an old flame?” Matty made fun of her.

“Oh, no!” Susanne interrupted. “He’s happily married to a boy, Allan, and they have two kids already.” she concluded with filling them in about Benedict.

Matty didn’t know how to hide his embarrassment and Y/n her laughter. She turned to make the teas for everyone. Once they were ready, she offered one to her mother.

“Here’s your tea, Mom. Go, sit.”

Susanne was quick to obey her daughter.

“Something to say, Healy?” Y/n inquired, smiling hard, when she gave Matty his cup.

“No.” he mumbled.

Y/n went to kiss his cheek,“So territorial…” whispering only for him.

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They ended up having a lovely evening with Susanne. After it was time for Amelia to wake up, Y/n’s mother took as her life purpose to play with the little Healy. Amelia was excited to have her grandmother around again, she didn’t stop for a minute until she grew so tired to keep going.

Once dinner was finished, the grown-ups went to each other room. Matty had been sleeping on his bed, struggling with it, even though he didn’t want to blow his chances. Y/n had been thinking hard about it, although she didn’t want to force the circumstances. Lastly, Susanne was at the other side of the house in the guest room.

A knock on Y/n’s door startled her, she left her book at her side staring at it. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not. At the other side, Matty knocked again mentally going through his lame excuse.

“Yes?” Y/n finally asked.

Matty looked around the hall, “It’s me…can I come in?” he asked.

“Come in!” Y/n replied.

“Hey.” Matty greeted her once he closed the door behind him.

She took his looks in saying, “Hi.”

Matty stood there in his grey trackies and a loose old shirt of ‘the 1975’. His hair was all over the place, his curls calling for her. Y/n noticed her was moving from one foot to the other, anxiously.

“Are you alright?” she worried, pushing her body up.

Scratching the back of his head. “Yes. No. I mean-”

“What is it?”

“I know it's odd but…” Matty started, making a lot of movements with his hands. “Can I sleep here?” he boldly asked.

Y/n was shocked with his question, “Why?”

“Don’t laugh.” he warned her, holding his hands up between them.

“Okay.”

“Your mom snores a lot!” Matty informed Y/n.

The woman started laughing harder than what it was acceptable for that time of the night.

Matty placed a finger on his own lips, shushing her, “Shh, you’re going to wake her or Amelia!”

“So, you can’t sleep?” Y/n faked pitting him.

“No.” Matty looked behind her head, if they made eye contact Y/n would know about his exaggeration about Susanne’s snoring.

“We have a comfy couch…” Y/n though out loud, knowing that she would end up letting Matty sleep there, even though she wanted to tease him a little.

“Yes, I know. Maybe I should sleep there…if the noises didn’t travel through the halls.”

“There’s a couch in Amelia’s room.” Y/n continued.

Matty took it a negative, so he said, “Right.” pointing with his hand back towards the door. “Maybe I should…” when Y/n didn’t spit a word, Matty turned around, walking one step towards the exit.

Y/n called him, “Matty?” he immediately returned to look at her, expecting.

“Yes?”

“Come here.” Y/n tossed the sheets aside, showing him the empty space.

Matty stared at Y/n face for a second. When the woman gifted him a cheeky smile, the singer –literally– ran to the bed.

Y/n turned the light off, hearing him say, “I’ll stay right over he-” he felt the urge to reassure Y/n he wasn’t expecting anything else than be there.

Although, his words got stucked on his throat when Y/n placed her head on his shoulder. Making herself comfortable for the night; sighing out of pleasure to be close to him again.

Y/n pat his chest when she felt his body was stiff. “Shut up and sleep, Healy.”

“Okay.” Matty responded, touching her hand with his own.

When Y/n tangled her fingers with his, Matty relaxed finally to then fall asleep in an instance beside the love of his life.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #all i need #george daniel #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy imagine #matty healy x y/n #matty x you #matty x reader #matty healy fan fic #matty healy x f!reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x female!reader #matty the 1975 #matthew healy

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evanskit · 2 years

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midnight dancing

a short little kit fic because the world needs more kits xx

“baby?” you croak, stumbling down the hallway in the dark. you rub at your eyes as you turn the final corner, seeing kit’s silhouette seated at the kitchen table. his nails clink against an almost empty beer bottle.

“when did you get home?” you ask, glancing over at the clock on the wall. its hands point to 11:40. the moonlight filters in through the kitchen blinds. he’s still in his work clothes, his boots the only thing discarded by the front door.

kit’s head turns at the sound of your voice and he curses himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. was he too loud? did he wake you?

“sorry, darlin’, i thought i came in quiet,” he drawls, exhaustion exaggerating that sweet accent you love so much.

“you were quiet,” you reassure quickly at the guilt on his face, shuffling over to sit beside him and taking his hand in yours. “you know i can’t sleep without you.”

kit hums empathetically, calloused thumb running over your knuckles. “just needed a drink. long day.”

you nod slowly, placing a kiss to the back of his hand. you watch him drain the rest of his beer, his neck exposed and begging to be kissed as he swallows.

so you kiss it, your lips ghosting over his adam’s apple. he groans immediately at your touch, the vibrations of his pleasure dancing under your lips as you nip lightly at his skin.

“goddamn i missed you today,” he sighs, brown eyes meeting yours in the low kitchen light. “i’m never leavin’ you again.”

you laugh against his throat. a patch of his stubble from a spot he missed this morning scratches against your warm cheek. “i’m not sure your boss would allow that.”

“doesn’t matter, i’m quittin’ tomorrow,” he adds at the swipe of your tongue under his jaw.

you smile against his skin at the way you can make him feel, pulling back to kiss every inch of his profile.

“is he why you’re home so late?”

kit nods, yawning.

“bastard,” you both say at the same time, your laughter breaking the late night stillness.

kit leans forward and rests his head on his arms. you rub across his shoulder blades slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“made me close while he took his lady dancin’ this evenin’,” kit mumbles, groaning softly at the touch of your hand.

“well, why don’t we go dancin’ this evenin’?” you tease his accent, massaging his shoulder.

kit laughs, turning his head to narrow his eyes at you.

“you be careful, i might take some other cutie, one who appreciates my way of talkin’,” he smirks, relaxing from your touch.

“keep talking like that and you’ll be dancing on your own, tiger,” you giggle softly, continuing to rub his back soothingly.

silence fills the air, broken only by kit’s soft breathing and the rustle of his workshirt beneath your fingertips.

after no reply, you lean down to check on him, heart twisting with affection when you see kit’s closed eyes, his cheek resting on his folded arms on top of the table.

“kit? baby?” you murmur, fingertips brushing through his dark hair. “you still with me?”

he hums quietly, half asleep, and you coo gently, coaxing him back to consciousness.

“let’s go to bed,” you whisper, giggling when he groans and snuggles further into you instead.

“come on, mista walka,” you tease again, watching his eyebrows furrow in amusement at your terrible boston accent. you peck his shoulder, running your lips up to the slant of his jaw.

kit’s eyes flutter open at this and he smiles sleepily, stretching with a groan to sit up straight. the chairs scrape against the floor as you pull him to his feet, taking his hand in yours as you drag him towards the bedroom.

“i’m so tired,” kit whines, stopping in the middle of the kitchen. his hands find your waist, turning you around to face him. he sways slightly, strong arms wrapped securely around you, his hands on the small of your back.

“then why are we dancing?” you chuckle, looking up into his sleepy eyes.

“because i missed you today.”

your heart stutters at his sweetness and your mouth finds his, kissing him softly. kit smiles into the kiss and you feel his dimples beneath your hands.

he spins you slowly, movements lazy, almost tripping over his feet.

“it’s the middle of the night, i was kidding!” you giggle, clinging to his broad shoulders. “come on, take me dancin’ tomorrow.”

“it already is tomorrow,” kit points out, glancing over at the clock on the wall, its hands now at midnight. his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

you stroke through his chestnut hair, admiring the way the moonlight shines, a deep purple hue reflecting in his curls. you admire everything about him, but right now you’re struck once again by his gigantic heart. dead on his feet, he still wants to make you happy.

you smile against his shirt, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness. “baby, you’re falling asleep standing up.”

“cus you’re doing that magic with your hands,” kit huffs, blinking his eyes back open. you laugh, nails massaging his scalp.

warm and languid, kit’s lips move lazily against yours as you cup his face, keeping him close.

“don’t know what i’d do without you,” he mumbles against your lips, sincerity leaking through at the late hour. kit deepens the kiss, but another yawn forces him to break away.

“hmm you’d probably pass out from exhaustion,” you giggle, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “come on, bed.”

“so eager to have me, huh?” kit smirks, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

“if you can stay awake,” you bite your lip playfully.

“where’s the coffee?” kit asks as you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, his tired body stumbling into yours the entire way.

#kit walker #kit walker x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs #american horror story #ahs asylum #kit walker imagine

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wooahaes · 1 year

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cuddle bug

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

prompt: #13 from the prompts list with our babie hoshi please :’)” - anon [from these prompts]

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: just fluff and skinship (+ the usual no proofreading & intentional lowercase). talks of marriage, too.

daisy’s notes: men i want to gentle hold. men i want to squish the cheeks of and give kisses to. mr tiger’s gaze can i get one date pls-

sometimes you swore your boyfriend lived to cling to you in some way at all times.

the two of you were out together for any reason? soonyoung would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, even for a minute. you were sitting on the couch, watching tv? soonyoung would start at one end of the couch and eventually end up either in your arms or holding you securely against his chest. you were going to bed? soonyoung was there, arms open and ready to cuddle. you’d been talking about it to jihoon once, very early on into your relationship with soonyoung, who told you to just tell him to back off if you didn’t want him to cozy up to you so much.

which was the absolute opposite of what you wanted. it wasn’t so much you lamenting it as much as you were stating a fact. soonyoung, basically, was a cuddle bug... and so were you, to be honest. if he’d stop clinging to you for five minutes, he’d have figured it out through you holding onto his arm or hugging him or snuggling closer to him. it just so happened that soonyoung was the one who initiated skinship.

you’d been in the middle of cooking dinner when soonyoung came home. he’d called out to you that he was back, disappeared into your shared bedroom to change into something cozier, and immediately returned to settle into you as he watched you cook. his arms always made you feel safer, even in your own home. you relaxed a little against him, and he snuggled in, planting innocent kisses against your neck.

“baby?”

you hummed in acknowledgement.

“i love you.”

soonyoung told you sappy “i love you”s all the time. but this one felt... a little more weighted. a quieter, but distinct, version of the phrase he mumbled against your skin in the shower before a busy morning, or into a kiss with you at night before sleep settled in. he planted another kiss against your neck, still as innocent as can be, not wanting to distract you too heavily from what you were doing.

so you merely smiled. “i know,” you said, a teasing lift to your voice making him whine in response.

“you have to say it back,” he said, squeezing you a little tighter. “baby... i love you.”

when you cracked up into giggles, he did, too. “i know.”

another playful whine, intercut with his own giggles. “baby!” he squeezed you again, just for a second, “ah, you’re so mean to me today... i was thinking about coming home to you on the bus ride here. i was going to say ‘i love you’ and you’d say it back and then i was going to ask you things...”

“what kind of things, soonie?”

he smiled against your skin. “i don’t need to ask anymore. i know,” he said, hugging you tighter. “i wanna marry you.”

ah. that one drunk confession was coming back to haunt you. at a year and a half into your relationship, you’d cried on soonyoung, talking about how in love with him you were. he’d actually recorded it to show you later, and you had straight up sobbed about how you loved him and how you wanted to marry him so that you could show off your cute husband, but that if he didn’t to get married, you were okay with that, too. you’d babbled the phrase “i wanna marry you” over and over until he laughed, cutting off the video there and turning his attention to taking care of you. when he asked you later, you’d confirmed that you were telling the truth then.

“you’re so mean,” you hummed, “i was drunk--”

“no, no. i mean it,” he said, snuggling in. “not right now, but.. i wanna marry you, too. i just...” he let out this long, blissful sigh as he swayed with you a little. “i love you.”

you turned, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. you’d kiss him properly later, when you were done cooking, but this would do for now. “i love you, too, soonyoung.”

and he settled in again, eyes fluttering shut, and you could feel his smile against your skin again. “i know.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao @synthetickitsune @wonuziex

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themisplaceddemigod · 1 month

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Can you do one with Poseidon before the big three made the pact to have no more kids. And he meets her on the beach and one thing lead to another and had a son that would end up being the reason why the pact happened and why in the future Zeus is so paranoid about Percy.

ooooh this sounds fun! sorry for the late reply, i've been busy with work, university and Ramadan!

when power meets passion

PJ!Poseidon x F!Reader

summary - the ask :)

warnings - not proof read, fluff at the start, devolves into angst at the end

Humans were never meant to mingle with the gods. They were meant to be worshippers, dedicating their lives to these divine beings. There was no such thing as falling in love with one of them, or at least that's what you believed before you actually met one of them.

You were a marine biologist, the ocean's wonderful and mysterious animals the objects of your fascination and awe. You also loved the water, and could spend hours just swimming with the fish in their enclosures at the rescue center you worked at.

One of your particular endeavours, the one that actually caught the sea god's attention in the first place, was rescuing a baby tiger shark that was about to be eaten by fully grown bull sharks. You'd brought it to the center, nursed it back to health, and practically raised it until it was ready to be released.

You didn't ever think that would lead you to meeting a handsome stranger on the beach who had seemingly come out of nowhere, nor did you think that you'd manage to start and maintain a relationship with this man.

He was so kind, so gentle and he shared the same passion as you about marine life. You never suspected anything about who he really was, not until he took you aside the night after you both found out that you were pregnant.

"Look, uh...I know this isn't going to be easy for you," he started, a little nervously, "But there's something you need to know. Somethung big, actually, and I'm sorry I've kept it to myself for so long. But this time with you...it's been the best I've had in a long while. And I didn't want to ruin it."

You started getting nervous, wondering where this was going, "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath, taking your hands into his larger and warmer ones, "It's okay if you don't believe me right away, but you'll see when our baby is born. They're going to be special, in a lot of ways you won't expect. Because I'm not just any ordinary human...I'm Poseidon."

Your jaw dropped, before you laughed nervously, "That's a joke, right? Cause of how much I love Greek mythology? It's really sweet that you're trying to make me laugh right now, but-"

"I mean it," he stated firmly, squeezing your hands. "I am the Greek god of the sea." To prove his point, the waves crashing against the shoreline outside the cabin died down, as if by command. "I didn't want you to know, because I was enjoying your company so much as an ordinary person. But now that you're having my child...he or she will be a demigod." He placed his hand on your stomach, and warmth spread throughout your body, relaxing your tense limbs. "I can't promise to be involved in the baby's life, but I will watch over you two."

You frowned at that, "Are you leaving? Before the baby is even born?"

He sighed, as if he'd been asked this many times before, "It's not the best idea to raise the child around me. They need to be sheltered, especially because of their attractiveness to monsters, and I will only get them killed."

That was his excuse, he didn't want to tell you that it was normal for a god to fall for a human, have a child and leave. He genuinely loved you, and didn't want to hurt you like that.

You tried your best to understand, you really did. You still felt hurt, not understanding fully why he couldn't be with you if you loved each other so much. But you had to move on, because he was doing the same, and you weren't going to let him think that you were weak, especially since he was a god.

You gave birth on your due date, a healthy baby boy who barely even screamed as he was birthed. He came out quiet and calm, much like a certain god who fathered him. As you held him in your arms for the first time, you understood what Poseidon had meant about him being different. He radiated a different kind of energy, and to you he seemed, and looked, very much like the sea god. He was different, he was special, but you would love him no matter what. He was your greatest gift.

And, as you would soon learn, your doom.

Because years later, when he turned twelve, the first monster attacked. He dealt with it okay enough, coming out with only a few bruises and one deep gash, but the ocean water healed that. Another sign he was different, the ocean was his safety, the source of his power and healing. He could control it, command it, and bend it to his will. He could use it to fight, to heal himself, and to do whatever he pleased.

This power went straight to his head, and left you wondering where in all the years you had gone wrong in raising him.

Your son was everything that Luke Castellan would become (decades later), multiplied by ten. Angry, vengeful, scornful of the gods because they weren't around. Because they abandoned their mortal lovers and children, choosing to keep to themselves and stay up in their palace.

The city was flooded. Buildings were crumbling. Cars were crashing. It was all happening too fast, too much all at once. You didn't know where to look, where to go. Your cabin had been flooded first, so you fled into the city hoping the tsunami wouldn't reach it.

But it did.

A tsunami worse than anything your city had ever seen before was approaching, looming over you all like a monster straight out of Tartarus. Every fire hydrant on every street had burst, soaking people, cars and stores alike as water just poured in from all sides. It was the worst sea storm in history, one that was brought forth and controlled by none other than your son.

The boy you had raised, was now destroying a whole city in his rage. Blinded by anger and scorn, by hate for the deity that brought him life, he took other lives. It was unlike anything the gods had ever seen, one of the worst acts of rebellion ever committed by a demigod.

You had tried to speak to him, tried to reason with him, but he was beyond saving. His frustration and resentment had built up too much and caused him to explode, in the most horrifying way imaginable. This was not your son, not the sweet little boy who used to giggle at stingrays and grab baby sharks with his bare hands. Not the sweet boy who used to wake up early on Mother's Day to make you breakfast and remind you that you're the best part of his life. Not the sweet boy who understood why his father wasn't around, before all the quests.

Quest after quest, he suffered. Mentally, emotionally, and it changed him. He got angry that the gods refused to help, even when he was put in extremely dangerous and life-threatening situations. Furious that his father would ignore him when he called on him for help.

You didn't want to, but you witnessed the heartbreaking encounter between your distressed son and his father, who finally appeared to him after all these years.

"Where were you?!" You could hear (son's name) scream, atop a massive wave of water. "Where were you all those times I needed you???" He kept on going when Poseidon couldn't find the words, "Not once did you visit me, NOT ONCE! You just left me, and mom! All those times I called for help, all those times we were having it rough, and you couldn't help in ANY way!" His voice was so agonised, you felt tears pool in your eyes.

Your poor boy...

"Son, if you stop this now-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Your son roared, the wave getting higher and more imposing, "I WAS NEVER YOUR SON! YOU NEVER ACTED LIKE IT!"

Still, Poseidon tried to reason with the boy. But when that failed, and the sea god met your eyes, you knew exactly what had to be done. You shut your eyes in pain, an overwhelming ache growing in your chest.

And when you opened your eyes again, Poseidon was in front of you, his face the saddest you'd ever seen it. Sadder than the day he'd left.

"You know what they're going to decide about his fate," that deep voice you missed so much boomed, trying to speak gently, "You know what's going to happen, and I...I can't stop it. I wish I could."

"I know," was all you could choke out, before his strong arms wrapped around you comfortingly, and you were sobbing into his chest.

And when your eyes ran dry and all you could do was sit at home and stare out the window, he had to go. He promised he'd try to come see you, try to make things right, but you didn't think that was possible anymore.

You just had to live with it.

And beyond the halls of the Olympian palace, you heard their decree. You heard the decision that would inevitably be broken decades later...

"Each of us, Poseidon, Hades and myself, Zeus, shall swear an oath here and now to never bear children again."

A/N: I hope this was what you had in mind, or at least similar! Ended up being sadder than I thought, broke my own heart writing this but I still hope it was good enough!

#heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo #poseidon #poseidon x reader #poseidon x you #pj!poseidon #pj!poseidon x reader #pj!poseidon x you

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dracocheesecake · 11 months

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If you don't mind, can I ask for headcanon requests, pls?

Headcanons for both pairs with Kai: Kai x Tigress and Kai x Veruca. Or you can choose only the first if you have some difficulties with the second xD

I don't do requests but I have an idea or two!

Kai x Tigress

Obviously he calls her "Kitten".

Kai will act more laid back and less stringent about missions just so Tigress will be annoyed with him. She'll get onto him about not taking things seriously, all while he just smirks down at her.

He loves to tease her; she makes it easy for him.

He will not hesitate to mock Oogway in front of her, just to make her angry- he's a jerk, and besides, who better to mock him than his own brother?

Fun fact! Tigers don't purr- but bovines do, in a way. Tigers do chuff, though.

One thing Tigress can respect about him: he was a great general and warrior. There are things Kai doesn't mind teaching her, and she's willing to learn from him.

No one at first knew they had something going on- both of them are very subtle about it, not the types for being "mushy".

I don't know what the context would be, but I can see Kai talking to her, his face just blank and serious, Tigress glaring up at him as he flicks her ear, just playing with it. Just...he's so horrible.

I don't think Spirit Warriors sleep. I can see Tigress sleeping while Kai watches her- not in a creepy way, but a sweet way, a way he never looks at anyone else, or even her, when she's awake. His expression softens somewhat, almost into one of longing; just seeing her so relaxed, breathing softly, makes him feel a sense of contentment he hasn't known in a long time; but he's always gone by morning. No one has to know.

But one thing they have in common: both are surprisingly good with kids! It shocks everyone even more to see Kai with a lot of kids crawling all over him, and that he's actually nice to them. There may have been a joke or two directed at him and Tigress, asking when they're going to adopt.

Kai x Veruca

He calls her "Little Weasel".

She calls him "Bully-Wully" or "Beastie".

He doesn't pretend to understand most of her British lingo and doesn't hesitate to make fun of it- he's a jerk, of course he would.

Veruca would flail all dramatically in his arms like in those old romance novellas just to annoy him.

She's really interested in his "magic"- she constantly asks him how he collects chi the way he does, praising him for the technique and stroking his ego- but Kai knows better than to tell her anything besides surface-level basics, no matter how she might press; she's a big enough threat already, no need to give her the method of acquiring her own jombie army.

If particularly miffed with him she will not hesitate to grab one of his ears and pull him down to her level. Very painful for Kai, very satisfying for her.

Kai on his end can easily just...pick her up by her scruff and hold her at arm's length, chuckling to himself as she tries to kick or scratch him. (He does it to Klaus alot too).

Veruca will sometimes drape herself over Kai's boulder shoulders like a stole.

Also climbs his horns like a jungle gym (or a ladder to get things).

Helps her bully her brother. Kai, being Kai, his teasing is much more darker and mean-spirited; when he goes too far, that's usually when Veruca grabs his ear and starts shrieking at him. Only she is allowed to be mean to her baby brother!

Honestly it's an extremely toxic relationship, because neither of them really trust each other (and they shouldn't).

Veruca probably pretends to flirt with other guys to watch Kai get all jealous. When Kai has an outburst and turns the guy into a jade pendant, that's when Veruca starts mock fawning over him, all "Awwww Bully-Wully! I knew you cared~!" Which of course makes Kai more angry than anything (which was her goal).

#sorry this took so long!#I had to rack my brains a little for these I wanted them to be good #kung fu panda #general kai #kai #ask #headcanons #kfp #kai x veruca #kai x tigress #the dragon knight #veruca #tigress #master Tigress

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pamgkrthwrites · 1 year

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Hello, can I please request some of some romantic general polyamorous Hcs of Pigsy & Tang x Single mom reader? (Can it be when they were all young adults? Also Reader has a son who isn’t Mk)

Reader has a very Tiger mom parenting style, outside of being a mom reader has an assertive and sassy personality. Has good intentions though and can be genuinely nice.

I'm going to try my best to avoid the stereotype of the tiger mom trope(that being emotionally neglectful of the child). Sorry for not focusing on the romantic parts of the relationship, I thought it was more needed to focus on the parental relationships.

Support me here

I want to say you met Pigsy before Tang met Pigsy, but you didn't start your relationship then. Pigsy and Tang start dating and you date another guy, become pregnant, and he leaves you when you are 5 months pregnant.

Considering you are a Tiger Mom, I'm going to assert that your job is either banking or business. Either way, you deal with new businesses that are either wanting a loan or wanting help with their start-up. That's how you end up reconnecting with Pigsy and meeting Tang.

I don't think you would be managing Pigsy's case, as it would be seen as you doing a favour for an old friend. I think you'd just see him come in for a meeting and you two catch up after his meeting. After that, you two end up becoming close again. You meet Tang, see that they are engaged, and Pigsy finds out about your child and failed relationship with your baby daddy.

I think in this situation, you put relationships on the back burner, but Pigsy and Tang would make it known to you and your child that if your child needs a place to be after school they'll watch them at the noodle shop. That's how I think you three end up becoming closer. I think it would take your kid calling Pigsy dad and Tang pop for either of your three to really consider dating.

Pigsy respects you wanting your child to focus on school, but does want you to be a little more open about letting them explore their passion. While Tang would help them with homework if ever needed. Pigsy and Tang follow your lead on how you parent your kid, but are maybe more relaxed about it.

I do think the two's feelings about parenting will change once Pigsy adopts MK though. They push for MK to follow his creative passions and suggest you to do the same for your own kid.

#lmk x reader #pigsy x reader #tang x reader #freenoddles x reader #polyamorous #polyamourous #poly #poly x reader

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skunaskitten · 2 years

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The Full Moon ch2

paring: weretiger sukuna x reader

Contains: fluff, baby weretiger yuji, protective sukuna, four armed sukuna, sukuna with tiger ears and tail, angst, big cat cuddles, marriage, pregnancy

Warning 18+: smut, hybrid smut, death, character death, blood, pregnant reader

Summary for chapter: after spending so much time with sukuna and yuji, you loved the idea of stay here forever, but sukuna was trying to fight his emotions and feeling for you. He could not take it any more one day and needed to make you his and soon something blossoms in your new life.

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Sukuna felt a sore pain through his body and moved feeling the cold floor but then he felt something warm lay against him. His eyes opened and sat up rubbing his face with one hand. When his eyes fully adjusted he looked in shock. His body froze to see you asleep against his lap with yuji in your arms bundled in a blanket. What the fuck happened what were you doing here? As you moved in your sleep his heart dropped seeing the gash of claw marks across your arm. He hurt you.

He moved his hand to touch it but froze his movement when you grunted and saw your eyes flutter open. "Sukuna?"

You quickly sat up to look at him seeing the dirt that covered part of his cheek and you saw his eyes were blue this time. Last time he was normal they were red. "Are you and yuji alright? Did I hurt him?" You smiled holding him and said "no you scared him but I guess I got too close to you and got scratched."

Sukuna sighed and turned his head away in shame. "I am sorry. You should not be around me." You moved closer to him and placed a hand to his back feeling his bare skin. "I would rather be here with you. I really enjoy being here with you and of course little yuji." "Why did you not run away? Why did you stay here with me?" You blushed a little while looking at yuji.

"Well your son wanted to see you and ran in here I went to protect him-". "From me." Sukuna said, cutting you off as you frowned and looked at him. "No sukuna, he loves you and wants to be with you. But you were being rude to him." He looked over at you and stared at the wound. "So now you know what I am. The beast everyone is afraid of. The weretiger that everyone wants to kill. To think humans want my skin and a pelt of my fur on their walls."

You smiled slightly looking to yuji and said "I think it's better on you." Sukuna moved and stood up letting the baggy pants fall to the ground. Your eyes gazed to his bare backside seeing his muscles and skin. A blush crept on your face as you looked away. This man was all the way handsome, deadly and sexy. You still can not believe how you ended up here. "Can you take my son inside and care for him. Please. I uhh have to relax my self for a moment before I see my son."

You told sukuna to be careful as you stood carefully and winced at the stiff pain of your arm then went back inside. Sukuna watched you leave then let out a sigh of his thoughts running thinking he should just let you leave if you do not want to be here. Heading inside your room you started to cry and sat on your bed holding yuji. You did not know what was happening to you, looking at the band around your ring finger you wondered if sukuna could feel your emotions.

Yuji begin to stir awake and start to cry but then he looked to see you and smile. His hands reached out to you making you smile to him and hug him. "Ma". It broke your heart to hear him say that to you. All he wanted was his mother back and somehow he was seeing you as his mother but you knew sukuna would never let that happen. Seeing that yuji was a dirty you went to take him a bath uraume saw you and noticed your arm but you told him not to worry. He showed you what soaps to use for yuji and helped you start the bath.

Sukuna walked in holding his baggy pants and spotted uraume. "Where is she?" "Giving Yuji a bath. You clawed her arm pretty badly." He left as sukuna walked to his room changing with just a towel around his hips then walked to the bath house. Yuji played in the water as you washed his tail hearing him squeal, making you laugh. Sukuna silently walked in, seeing the two of you. You smiled, covering yuji's eyes, then poured water over him. "You're a good boy tiger cub."

Sukuna felt a swell in his chest seeing how mother like you are to yuji, his son missed his mother. "I think it's your turn to take a bath." You jumped and turned around eyes gazing at sukuna seeing his bare torso with just a towel around his hips. "I can leave and let you take one first." He grunted then called for uraume to get yuji and take him to eat. It was just you and a naked sukuna alone in the bath house. He walked over taking off his towel and you turned away. "Come on, I am just a man, no need to be shy. Take a shower with me then we can go into the bath to relax. I need to talk to you and that wound needs to be washed."

You sighed and got up to strip yourself bare then walked over to the running water. Looking at the wound keeping your back to sukuna, you ran the water over the red skin of your wound carefully cleaning it and felt the sting of the soaps. "Ouch." Sukuna looked over at you then left your side to fill a tub with hot water then got in. You looked over after turning off the water to the shower, to see him with his arms laid back across the edge of the tub then coaxed you over with a finger. You followed his silent command covering your breast with your arms hearing him chuckle.

His eyes shamelessly roamed over your figure taking in your delicious flesh. When you stepped into the water you felt the warmth engulf your body sending you relief. A gasp left your mouth and a smile spread across your face. "Fuck I needed this its been a while since I was in a hot spring." You looked at sukuna seeing him smirk, making you blush as your eyes looked away. You never saw him look like that at you before. "Can I see your wound for a minute."

You gave him a nod then watched him stand the water high enough to block everything below his hips and walk over to you. He saw the way your eyes trailed over his chest and stomach tracing his black markings and muscles. Sukuna sat beside you facing you then looked at the wound. "I am going to touch it if you don't mind. I can heal it." You blushed and hummed in response nodding your head. He leaned his head down and stuck out his tongue then pressed it to the wound.

You didn't have time to process anything, feeling the warmth of his tongue lick across your wounded flesh. "Sukuna." His eyes stared into yours as he gave you a long lick as he stared into your eyes. The both of you gazed at your wound seeing it heal. "See you all better." Your eyes widened and smiled with excitement. "What that is amazing sure comes in handy. Thank you sukuna."

He smiled slightly then looked away saying "I wanted to ask you, if you wish to leave this place you can. To be happy somewhere else away from me. I don't mind if you chose to stay." You looked at him and said "sukuna I am not scared of you, it's just everything that surprises me. Do you want me to stay?" Sukuna looked at you and opened his mouth to say something but then turned away. "Ryomen i want to stay here but only if you want me to. I adore little yuji and I like you regardless if you are part beast or not. You deserve respect and to be happy."

Sukuna looked back to you feeling his chest tighten then he moved to grab your cheeks with both his hands moving his head forward. You didn't know what was happening until you felt his lips smash against yours. You couldn't help but to close your eyes and push into his kiss. He felt a spark in his heart and deepened the kiss putting his arms around your body and pulled you against him. Feeling your bare breast press against his chest you moaned into his mouth. His tongue slipped onto your mouth battling yours trying to taste every inch of your mouth.

Sukuna opened his eyes but realized what he was doing. His thoughts ran with images of his wife but when he saw you everything came crashing back. He pulled away and stood up moving away from you hearing and feeling the water slosh. "I am sorry. I can't do this." Sukuna turned his back to you and walked through the water to leave the tub. "Sukuna wait!" He ignored as he put his towel around his hips and left you alone, mind spiraling with so many questions.

You noticed that sukuna had been avoiding you lately making you feel like you crossed the line but he was the one that made a move on you. Sukuna stood in his room growling feeling all his emotions mixed. None of this helps his answers to his questions when his mating time is already here. He wanted to feel his lover again, it's been awhile since he had the warmth of a female in his bed. He let out a growl then slashed his claws across the dresser making marks into it and knocking over things. "Damn it!"

Sukuna looked down to see a necklace of a wooden tiger that was carved by his wife. Seeing it land on top of the now dead spider lilies you have given him. He stared at it for a while thinking about his time with you. Seeing you with his son how happy you make his baby boy. It was time that he should let go but he will never forget all that he spent with his family.

You sat by a lantern watching the rain fall while holding a sleeping yuji in your arms after spending the day with him while his father sat in his room pouting. Sukuna walked over behind you seeing his son asleep in your arms. Just like his wife used to do with him while it rained it made his heart ache. "Y/n?" You turned around to see sukuna in his kimono and said "can you put yuji to sleep and meet me at my quarters please. We need to talk now."

With that sukuna turned away leaving you questioning what was happening. After putting yuji to bed you went to sukuna then entered his room seeing him with his back to you. "Sukuna, you told me to come. So what is it? You want me gone now." He chuckled and said "no I want you sweetheart."

Sukuna peeled off his kimono leaving him bare, all for you to see and his tiger tail that flicked behind him. Your eyes widened and looked away, cheeks turning red. "I thought you didn't want me." "I never said that, did i?" You shook your head watching him walk over to you slowly. As he got close enough, he reached a hand to hold your chin and lifted your head up to expose your neck.

"Its been a long while since I had a woman lay next to me. Little thing I remember saying the bite I gave you. I can sense your emotions. So when I do this." He leaned down to place his lips to your neck giving a soft kiss then another one but harder, you let out a light gasp. "I can feel your arousal. I know you want me." Feeling his tongue across your neck making you moan out and body pushed against his.

Sukunas tail flicked then pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as his hands went to remove your kimono. When it dropped to the floor you were only just dressed in laced underwear. He pulled away, taking a look at you and let out a lustful growl. "You look divine. I can just sink my teeth and claws into you." You blushed and went to cover your breast but he grabbed your wrist stopping you from doing so. As he started to walk back pulling you with him and sat on his bed as he pulled you onto his lap legs wrapping around him.

Sukunas hands roamed around your body making you gasp and arch against his body. His lips trailed over your neck giving light nips and sucking on your skin. "Sukuna.." His tail moved and landed across your lap feeling the soft fur across your skin. You grabbed it and gave it a light stroke as sukuna purred and pulled you against him. You could feel his hardened length push against your clothed folds. The feeling of his warm body against your skin feeding your arousal more.

"You feel it. My cock is throbbing for you. I want to feel you from the inside. To fuck you like a animal." Your cheeks tinted with pink and let out a moan feeling the wetness drool from your lower lips. Sukuna bucked his hips pushing his hardened cock against you feeling the warm wet puddle coming from you. He moved a hand and trailed down over to the front of your panties and pulled them to the side then slipped a finger across your folds. Feeling how wet you are he smirked and purred then pressed his lips to your neck. His finger slips inside of you with a curl and his thumb gives circles to your clit. Your hips bucked, feeling him pump his fingers hearing the wet sounds of your dripping folds against his hand.

"Sukuna. I want your..cock". He chuckled then gave a light bite to your ear as he pulled out his finger keeping your panties to the side then bucked his hips. To feel his cock slid across your slick spreading your lips around his shaft. You looked at him seeing his red eyes sparkle with lust. He wrapped his arms around your body and threw you onto your back. Feeling yourself bounce on the bed as you watched him crawl over your body and grab the hem of your panties to peel them down your legs. He smirked seeing the soaked cream color on the inside of them.

Your eyes trailed down to see his stiff shaft leaking with precum on his mushroom tip. The thickness of it made your hole clench just wanting him in you. His hands keep your legs apart and lips spread open for him "I want to eat you. Having my prey in my grasp, I want to feed on you." Sukuna latched his lips to your neck trailing down over your breast taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched against him feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple giving a light bite while his hand groped the other squeezing your breast.

He moved away and kissed the other breast then moved his lips down your body till he found a place between your legs. You spread your legs giving a good view of your leaking folds hearing him smell you and let out a lustful growl. Sukuna leaned down and swiped his tongue across you tasting your juices. You moaned, feeling him suck and lick you, eating you like an animal. His tongue swirling around your clit, your hands found its way into his hair slightly pulling at his pink locks.

"Sukuna, yes keep going. I am close." His eyes gaze up to see you from between your legs, your head laid back and moaning. He chuckled and purred against you, his tongue swirling across you. Your hands kneaded his hair and began to buck your hips to get him deeper in you with his tongue. Feeling the pressure build you couldn't hold back and gushed into his mouth. "Sukuna, get in me please." You pulled at his hair then felt something else on his head that you pulled on making him grunt into your flesh.

Sukuna licked up your cream then lifted his head licking his mouth clean. "You gave your big tiger his cream for his meal now I want to mate." You felt a twitch and shiver through your womb then heard him say "on your hands and knees." You didn't question and did what you were told then felt his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you against the bed. Sukuna moved to behind you feeling his other hand snake over your hip and cup the front of your mound.

A finger slipped between your folds toying with your clit as the hand holding your neck let you go. Both hands were placed to your hips feeling him press his hips to your ass. A blush crept over your face feeling his length between your legs. Sukuna started to slowly move his hips as you felt his tip slide across your aching dripping folds and tip pressing against your clit. "You want this. Want my cock deep in you." All you could do was moan hearing his deep chuckle.

"You want me to mate with you. To feel my seed inside of you filling you up, stuffing you full of my cock." "Yes sukuna please! Breed with me! Mate with me!" He smirked at your eagerness and desperation of needing him.

That was all he needed as he pushed his hips to slide his cock tip passed your lips and into your soaked cave. You moaned, feeling his length stretch you open as you spread your legs more to let him get deeper. "Fuck your tight. You feel so warm." Sukuna groaned, feeling you squeeze his cock then begin to move his hips. You could feel him drag across your walls and go deep bumping at your cervix. A moan left you as you pushed back against him begging him to go harder and faster.

"As you wish my dear. See if you can handle this beast." Sukuna begins to snap his hips. His thrust got harder and hands gripping your hips kept you in place. You buried your face into his pillow smelling his scent and moaning into it. Gripping the pillow as you felt his hand snake around you to play with your clit. Feeling a pressure build again you were already close. "Sukuna, I am close again. Fuck I can't hold it. Ryomen."

He could feel you tightening making him groan his tail thrashing behind him and ears down. "Let it out darling. Yell if you have to." When it hit you clenched around him and yelled out his name. Pushing back into him and raised up onto your hands moaning out his name. Sukuna growled out his thrust becoming sloppy feeling you tight and wet. Your cream drips around him, his grip tightens around your hips.

His thrust pounding into you making your breast bounce and the breaths hitting out of you turning into pants. "Sukuna!" He growled and leaned over your back slamming himself into your cunt bruising your cervix feeling your cum. Sukuna released his seed painting your walls in white his tail puffing up feeling you milk him. The combination of both your cream and his cum dripped from you falling onto the bed as he trusted out your orgasm. You screamed his name but he wasn't done just yet.

Sukuna pulled out from you making you gasp and lay onto your back looking at him. His chest puffing from breathing heavy and his glistening cock still hard. He climbs over you and grinds his length across your folds making you moan. Your legs wrapped around him, his tail swaying behind him and your arousal starting up again. "Sukuna fuck me again." He pushed himself inside of you then folded your legs wanting deeper in you.

His thrusted into you groaning, keeping his weight off you by keeping himself up on his hands. Your arms wrapped around him and raked your nails across his back. "Sukuna..fuck..ryomen!" Sukuna was close and so were you his thrust pounding into you again. Hearing his growls and red eyes glowing with lust and need. You hit your high throwing your head back yelling and clawing into his back. Sukuna growled with a tiger groan pushing so deep into you releasing his seed. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into your shoulder making you yell from the pain mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm. Sukuna pulled his mouth away and licked the bite, cleaning the blood as he slowed his thrust.

Everything went quiet, both your heavy breathing relaxed as he slowly pulled out from you and moved away from your body to look at you. The tears that laced your eyes from the pain of the bite and pleasure he gave you. You saw his ears lay back and face filled with worry. "I am sorry. I didn't..it's just a habit.."

"sukuna, it's ok." You said to him with a smile and raised a hand to cup his cheek then put it into his hair. Giving him a rub around the tiger ear hearing his purr and watching him lay down beside you. His arms snake around your body then pull you against him.

Do you still wish to stay?" Your eyes closed feeling sleep take over you as you smiled slightly saying "I love you ryomen." Sukuna felt his heart ache. He missed those words. He missed hearing them from his wife. Ryomen felt his eyes sting from tears then nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He continued to lick the bite till it fully healed then sleep was about to take over him. "I love you." He whispered against your ear, placed a kiss on your forehead and fell asleep.

Sukuna woke up feeling something rolling around in the bed behind him. He grunted, his tail flicked in irritation then turned over to see his son laying in the bed between you and him. He hummed ears , perking seeing yuji baby giggle and wiggle his tail. You were half awake looking at sukuna with a tiered smile. "He woke up so I brought him here with us." Sukuna smiled and moved to be closer to you both kissing his son, making him squeal and you giggle.

This was sukunas life now everyday he woke up with you laying in his bed after cuddling, naps or after rounds of sex. Some of the days you will wake up with bites to your shoulder or neck that heal up quickly because of his licks. Yuji started calling you ma all the time. Sukuna enjoyed having you in his life. You are everything to him. But now that he had a mate back in his life he was more protective than ever. He was not going to lose his mate a second time.

Sukuna would go out at night while you spent time with Yuji to stalk his land. Walking the edge of his home lands to see if there are any hunters or traps. Just as he walked he heard a snap in the woods. He turned and growled then ran off in the direction of the noise. Running on all fours he smelt the trespasser hearing their footsteps run away and smelt their fear. As he got close to the figure he pounced on them causing them to fall over.

Sukuna stood up showing his power and fangs with a growl as the person turned their hood and came off. Revealing a woman holding something her heart raced then there was a muffled cry of a baby. He looked at her then ears went back as he crouched down hearing her heart race as she shielded her baby away from sukuna. Sukuna gave her a sad look and wondered why she was out here all alone. He backed away and spoke to the woman. "If you are lost, follow the path of roses. You will be safe." She looked at sukuna confused and said "you speak but they said you…you..get away go run back home..I am a trap!"

Sukuna looked at her then heard yelling around him. He growled and tried to run but felt a pain at his side feeling the arrows in him. More hunters came around as he stepped into a trap that clamped around his ankle making him roar in pain, soon rope carved with seals wrapped around him. Sukuna roared and tried to pull as hunters pulled him back. The woman yelled when they grabbed her, one of them yelling that she almost let him get away. Sukuna watched them kill the mother hearing the baby cry and they were about to do the same to the baby. Flashes of his son showed in his mind and a deep growl came from him.

Sukunas power filled in with his anger and started to burn the rope breaking free then stood over the baby killing all the hunters. After the blood had spilled sukuna picked up the child into his arms and lumped back home. When sukuna came into his home you looked to see him with wounds and blood also carrying a baby. You panicked and rushed over to him as he pushed the baby into your arms. "They set a trap and they killed its mother." Sukuna breathed out and walked away to the bath house to get cleaned.

After you put the baby to sleep with yuji and see little yuji was excited to have a friend. You went straight to sukuna. "Ryomen are you ok tell me are you hurt?" Your eyes looked over his body to see the wounds that slightly healed and the one on his ankle. You know he can heal with his spit so he drools into a glass bowl to rub it onto his wounds he can't reach with his tongue. You would sometimes catch him with small scratches and watch him lick his arm or his son.

He smiled and pulled you against his wet frame. "I am all better now, love." "Sukuna, please you need to be careful out there. I can not lose you". He kissed your forehead then your cheek and your neck tickling you making you giggle as his tail curled with a small wag. "Ryomen, I love you." "Y/n I love you. I have a question." You looked at him and smiled "what is it?"

Sukuna looked down at you and said "marry me". You looked at him in shock saying "what?!" He smirked and got on his knees in front of you. "I said marry me. Be my mate always and forever. I know it's not the best romantic way to ask but-". He was cut off hearing you say "yes! I want to be your mate." Sukuna smiled wide showing his pointed fangs and hugged you tight. That night sukuna and you had multi rounds of sex filling you up with his seed. Giving you love bites that you had the next morning. You always tease him about his tail and ears saying how cute they are on him.

Later that day sukuna had run into the forest seeing a family sitting in a wagon being pulled by a horse. He noticed a baby with the new couple seeing and made his presence known by spooking the horse a bit. The man and the woman freaked out as he was about to grab his gun. Sukuna showed them the baby in his hands that was giggling and babbling. They calmed down as he walked closer and placed the baby into the woman's arms. They looked at him in shock, seeing the beast that was known around here to be evil. Just watched him hand them a child. It saddens you that people can't see what good things sukuna does.After the baby was gone yuji was feeling sad that his new friend was gone.

Sukuna would take you and yuji out to the flower fields having a small lunch and watching nature. It didn't take long for sukuna to have uruame help him set up a wedding for just the family. You stood at the torigate in his garden with sukuna as uruame married the two of you. Sukuna was in utter love with you seeing you dressed in a white kimono like his with flowers tied in your hair.

Sukuna felt his tail fluff and flick from nerves. Uraume called in yuji as both you and sukuna looked to see yuji run in with a bell jangling around his neck dressed in a little kimono.

Yuji ran over to you as you picked him up and saw the rings around his neck as well. Sukuna smiled and took them off his son and placed a ring onto your finger over the black mark he gave you when you first met. Sukuna looked at you then cupped your face smashing his lips to yours. Tears filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks kissing sukuna as you heard yuji squeal making you both laugh.

Sukuna had told you about yujis mother how they met she was in the flower fields picking spider lilies. They met when he tried to chase her away but she stood her ground seeing him. Guess sukuna had a thing for women standing their ground against him a were tiger. On the first full moon he had hurt her the same way he hurt you and he avoided her like he did you. And everything was moments of falling in love and having yuji. Now here you were cuddled in the beast arms.

On full moon nights sukuna would lock himself away in the broken shrine alone and cold like a beast should. You would go out there every full moon to bring him a blanket and your company. Sukuna would let out growls but then see it was you and whimper. You will stay by his side all night giving him comfort and love. Even being a were tiger that can lose control over his emotions though he felt his calmest when you are by his side and all he can do is sleep.

You are his charm, the heart to his aching soul. Sukuna would not let anyone lay a hand on you, that is if anyone can even get that close. He can sense anyone that came into his land most of the time he won't let them live. Kids and women are the only exceptions to be set free.

Sukuna was starting to feel a change in him over the month. He was more aggressive to anything outside growling and ready to attack k before he even knew what it was. He didn't want you to step outside the home unless he was right next to you. Never letting you out of his sight and smell a strange hormone on you. You also became very attached to things including him. You held yuji for dear life and always had him in your arms. Sometimes you would start crying over the little things sukuna would do for you even when he had to leave your side for a moment. It didn't hit him till now why the both of you were acting like this.

Sukuna came over to you seeing you laying on the bed relaxing as you watched him stalk over to you. "Ryomen what are you doing?" He didn't answer but instead he climbed over you and grabbed your legs to spread them. Perfect timing for you not to wear anything under the kimono. Sukuna looked at you then between you legs and leaned down to smell you. A blush crept on your cheek seeing his tail fluff then felt him lick you a moan leaving your lips.

Sukuna sat up looking at you remembering those same smells and taste of the hormones. "You're pregnant." Your eyes widened and sat up saying "what?! How do you know?" He looked at you with a smile then quickly pulled you against him hugging you tight. "You're pregnant. It's the same way I acted before yuji came into the world and you smell and taste the same."

Tears started to fill your eyes then you cried against him as he held you tight. Yuji was going to have a little sibling and a new member to the family.

I can not get over sukuna with ears and a tail. How protective he gets with you that he goes out to hunt people who get to close to his home. Just seeing him during wedding day!

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