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bratphilia · 6 months

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Heyyyy so I was the person that requested more fics like the flip side (it’s 6 am and I can’t remember if that’s what it’s actually called atm) but I was thinking about possibly a situation where reader has a history with William possibly when they worked at Freddy’s before they shut down and were younger (still of age though; I’m thinking probably when they like reopened for a little bit in the early 90s). Now in the I guess present day they aren’t exactly going out with mike but maybe they are a babysitter and mike and reader are pining over each other?? But him working there brings up bad past memories of your time there but you don’t really want to tell mike.

Honestly looking for lots of tension, slow burn, pining, and angst but not too much angst yk and ofc nsfw

Sorry if this is like too specific or whatever but this has been on my mind for sure

note: i did some age calculating to fit with the timeline so reader is 18 in 1993 and 25 (the same age as mike) in 2000. creds to michy for convincing me this was actually post-worthy.

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader x mike schmidt

tags: threesome, rough sex, dub/con, age difference

taglist: @dilfity

triangle (w. afton x reader x m. schmidt)

(in november, 1993, you're a fresh hire at freddy's and the youngest adult on the staff at eighteen years old. it's not an ideal workplace by any means, but it's decent compared to other jobs that you most definitely didn't qualify for. and the people at freddy's are nice! maybe a little too nice, but the motto for the employees was "remember to smile, you're the face of the company" after all.

you work mainly as a waitress. you would say you're pretty good at your job. you're nice to the customers and work surprisingly well with the kids. the uniform is admittedly cute, too. red vest and a black pencil skirt. your skirt, for some reason, came in a bit too small prompting a few lingering glances from employees and patrons, but besides that you don't really mind.

it's a cold, rainy day in autumn. you wish you were wearing pants, but for once you're thankful for the lack of air conditioning in the restaurant. it's closing time and you're heading back to the employees room to grab your jacket and umbrella. you sit on the red, metal bench waiting for your sister expectantly. you never bothered to get your own license because she's always been a reliable source for rides everywhere. tonight was not one of those days. it's been at least an hour. your leg bounces up and down.

you hear the doors shut and a jingle of keys, and the distant scent of cigarette smoke lingers. you turn to see your boss, mr. afton, locking up the restaurant. he turns to you too, clearly confused why you're still here. "shouldn't you be home by now?"

you swing your legs and sigh. "my ride never showed."

he clicks his tongue and looks out to the parking lot, then looks back at you. "why don't i take you home?" you realize in this moment you and mr. afton have never quite really spoke. he's one of the thirty-something-year old owners of freddy's. he wears the springbonnie suit sometimes and performs with the co-owner, mr. emily, for the kids on fridays and saturdays. he's very charismatic and sociable, but mainly with the older crowd of the employees at freddy's. you hear some of your colleagues whispering about him, how he's such a kind and handsome man, which, as you're getting a good look at him right now, the latter is definitely true.

"are you sure?" you ask. mr. afton smiles down at you.

"sure thing. follow me." it's a huge upgrade to what you were previously considering before his offer: walking home in the pouring rain and chancing ruining your uniform.

you follow close behind him. so close that your umbrellas slightly bump into each other. a deep purple-paint-detailed mercedes-benz comes into view. judging by mr. afton's clear affinity for the color purple, as he includes it in at least one part of his daily attire, you assume it's his. he opens the car door on the passenger's side for you.

"thanks," you say politely.

in december, 1993, mr afton — who you've come to know as william — has become a frequent presence in your life. it started when he actually asked you if you wanted another ride home. you had phoned your sister, letting her know there was a change of plans. this became an everyday thing until you no longer needed to call home.

you would be lying if you said you hadn't started to develop feelings for him somewhere along the way. how could you not? he was just such a nice man! so charismatic, not just with you, but with the customers. always asking everyone how their day is going and dropping whatever he's doing to help out. there's was something special about your connection with him. he made you feel special.

it was one rainy day, just like the day back in november, when he stopped you and leaned in and kissed you. it was the most unexpected thing that happened to you in awhile. you don't know what possessed him to do it, but you found yourself eagerly kissing him back. so much that he chuckled and commented on it before sending you off. you spent the rest of the night lying awake in bed, touching yourself to every possibility you could think of.

the next day he avoided you, much to your dismay. you couldn't stop thinking about it. it slowed down your performance, making you distracted. the time just dragged on.

it wasn't until he called you in his office after your shift that you felt any kind of relief. he asked you to lock the door behind you, just like how one of those fantasies you daydreamed of started. with a fast-beating heart, you did what he said and turned to face him. and then his mouth was on yours again. it was much more sensual and yet there was an anxious component to it that made your stomach tingle with excitement.

"why don't you sit on my lap?" he suggested once he pulled away from you.

you froze. you've never actually done this sort of thing before. something delicious curls inside of you. gingerly, you sit on the thigh he patted on and he bounces his leg slightly, the fabric of his pants hitting just the right spot. he laughs at the yelp you give.

"just relax, baby. 's just you and me."

in january, 1994, is when kids go missing. everyone is on edge and patrons are frequenting freddy's less and less. on top of that, the animatronics are malfunctioning more and more, so there are even less customers due to the amount of maintenance that needs to be done.

you and william continue your routine: you fuck and he drives you home afterwards. but lately, something's been weird with william. he's been more... erratic? is that the right word? or just elated. he seems so gleeful, but more violent during sex. he's never showed any masochism until now. he even put a knife to your throat as he pounded into you, threatening to "fucking kill you" if you scream. you took it as just one of those things he says during sex, like when he calls you "slut" and "whore" but it's starting to scare you as it becomes a frequent thing.

it gets worse. you're taking the trash out to the alley when you see the security puppet laying limp. you go and investigate only to find charlie emily, the other owner's daughter, dead and badly hurt. like she's been stabbed repeatedly. you scream in shock and run in to find william, but he's long gone. instead you went to your co-worker, who called the police.

you were asked to stay at the restaurant until you after you were questioned and you told them everything you saw. you looked but william was still nowhere in sight. you walked home that night.

catching the killer was never something you were interested in. in fact, you hoped to do the opposite of some of your vigilant co-workers, who openly investigated the restaurant. some of them ended up missing too. the police had been called at freddy's on multiple occasions.

on one particular occasion, the last one before freddy's closed, actually, you went to the backrooms to catch a breather. what you found? william pouring bleach to bloodied clothes, bloody knife laying on a nearby table. you drop your keys in shock, alerting him. Turning on your heel to break for it, he grabbed the knife and your arm.

"tell anyone and i'll fucking gut you right here, right now," he threatened in a low voice.

you jostle your arm, desperate to break free. "please!" you whisper-shout. "i won't tell anyone, please let me go!"

and for some reason, he trusted you.

freddy's closed after that, and you swore to yourself you would take what happened to the grave. maybe you were a coward, but you had no solid evidence it was him behind the murders. it would all just be hearsay. no one would believe you anyways. william had such a high reputation, not just at fredy's, but within the community.)

mike hangs up the phone with a sigh. "so...?" you say, leaning towards his direction in anticipation.

"i took the job," he grumbles. his head is in his hands, running through his hair anxiously.

you throw your hands up in the air in excitement. "yay! we get to keep abby!" mike immediately snaps out of his sulking to bust out laughing. as he shakes his hand, he mentally adds your twisted sense of humor to the endless list of things he loves about you. and your distantly maternal role in abby's life. we get to keep abby.

you snap him out of his thoughts with a question. "who's the lucky employer?"

he laughs again in disbelief. "freddy fazbear's pizza. working in security. they need someone to watch the place and make sure no one breaks in and stuff."

you frown and furrow your brow. freddy's. william. "something wrong?" he muses, noticing your change in demeanor. you shake your head.

"no, nothing. i'm happy for you. sounds.. just peachy." mike shoots you a half-smile.

it's nighttime when it's almost time for mike's shift. your head is in your hands as you sit on the couch. it's one of those times when abby's off in her room, scribbling away with a crayon. you feel sick to your stomach. why did it have to be freddy's? who even gave him this job? why is it still there?

you hear a slew of curses coming from mike's room and decide to investigate. he's struggling with the loop of his belt and you can't help but smile. "need some help?"

he looks at you, face turning red. "you don't have to—"

"oh, come on," you sigh, moving to help him. "it's okay to need help sometimes." mike doesn't say anything, but from the way he's looking at you, he wants to.

"what?" you ask, but mike just shakes his head. you wouldn't understand. you decide to just leave it alone — mike's always been a distant guy.

"you need to be careful," you tell him with a much more serious tone than intended.

"why?" he asks, confused.

you try to relax your face and give him a lighthearted smile. "you should always be careful, mike! you never know what kinds of people you can encounter."

he has no idea.

two days go by. mike comes back home, surprisingly well-rested, until before his third shift when he casually mentions to you that he mainly just sleeps on the job. you freeze at that, worry forming inside of you in the pit of your stomach. "wh-what do you mean you just sleep there?! are you fucking crazy?!"

mike looks bewildered at your outburst. "i told you about this. i'm doing that dream stuff still..."

"okay, but do you have to do it on the job? do you have any idea how dangerous that is, when you're supposed to be looking out for any suspicious behavior." you're poking a finger into his chest, scolding him like he's a child.

"jeez, what's the matter with you?" he sighs in frustration. "if it bothers you that much then why don't you come with me and make sure i stay awake? i'm tired all the fucking time, and you know that!"

you know you shouldn't, for your own safety, but you have to think about mike. besides, if there's two people there, one can call the police. you let your paranoia, and your overwhelming care for mike, get the better of you. "fine. i'll come with you. put on your vest, grab abby, and i'll be in the car."

mike looks at you with sad eyes. you really didn't mean to be so harsh but it doesn't matter; he's more important. the drive over is silent, not that mike is really a talker anyways, but there's a thick tension in the air. your jaw and your fists are clenched anxiously, and you try not to look at him. when he parks the car he sighs and says your name.

the three of you set up camp in mike's office. abby sets up her tent and shortly falls asleep. you pace around the room while mike stares at the cameras, head in his hands with his eyes barely open. you walk over and snap your fingers in front of his face with a huff.

then something goes wrong. mike calls you over. "uh, i think i just saw something move? towards the offices." if it's potential danger, you decide it should be you who goes. not in a heroine sort of way, more of a need for closure.

you make your way slowly towards the offices. the dead silent halls make room for the only sound being your quickened breathing. you can practically hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. something rustles and, of course, it comes from wiliam's old office. you pray it's a rat.

as you push the door open, you breath a sigh of relief when the room is empty. that is, when someone slaps a hand over your mouth. "how truly lucky i am that you were the one to find me, lovely."

you struggle instantly but he wraps his other arm around your neck and pushes you further into the office. you land on the ground, hitting your head on the chair. looking up at him in horror, you cling onto the chair for dear life and get a good look at him. he admittedly aged well. salt and pepper hair and beard and all, it looks ridiculously good on him. "don't be afraid. i only want to make amends. i saw you were here and—"

"fuck you!" you spit venomously. "i don't want anything to do with you!"

william looks dumbstruck, then he scowls. the look on his face scares you as it contorts horribly. "what is it? is that boy? you realize i'm the one that gave him this job, right?"

"i don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but—"

suddenly, william lunges towards you and grasps you by your cheeks, holding your face tightly. "stop acting like such a fucking brat. remember when you were such an obedient little girl for me? let's go back to that, yeah?"

before you know it, you're being shoved against the desk facing forward. "i'm gonna teach you some fucking manners." you scramble in his grasp but his strength is unmatched. you know what's coming next and it makes you feel something burning in your stomach that you try to convince yourself desperately is sickness.

he pulls down your pants and you begin to sob. "please!"

"look at you, begging for me already," he laughs. he's undoing his belt and you already feel his dick prodding at your entrance. if this was back in the 90s, before all of this bullshit, he would've had the decency to engage in some foreplay, but there's a sense of urgency that makes it all the more—

god, what the hell is wrong with you. you're so fucked.

he undresses your bottom half, leaving you just in your sweatshirt. "gorgeous," he comments. "just as i remember."

you feel his dick prodding at your entrance, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes in. it still feels as good as it did back then. he fucks you nice and slow, emphasizing each thrust with a slap from his hips onto yours. how does he still fuck this well at his age?

instead of picking up his pace gradually, like he used to, he continues to fuck you slowly. you're moaning uncontrollably now, clawing behind you at his chest, hoping he'll get the message and pick up the pace. he doesn't and just laughs darkly. "he doesn't fuck you as good as i do, huh, baby? you needed my dick to satisfy you all those years ago, and still need it now the way you're gushing on my cock."

you want to tell him mike doesn't fuck you at all, and that you're just friends, and that you only belong to him—

someone calls your name from the doorway. you and william both snap your heads towards the direction, only to find a shocked mike with his mouth agape. "mr. raglan? what the fuck is going on?"

"michael schmidt!" william practically exclaims, excited. he stops fucking you, purposefully burying himself to the hilt inside of you so you groan and squirm at the loss of stimulation. "come! come join us! your girl and i were just getting re-acquainted."

"she's not my..." mike trails off, finding himself moving closer without thinking. he takes in your appearance: bottom naked and bent over the desk with a fucked out expression. god, you're so pretty. you're always so pretty, but this is just...

no, this is wrong, he tries to tell himself. it's almost like william reads his mind when he sing-songs, "join us, or i'll kill the both of you."

like there was a devil and angel on mike's shoulder, the devil was winning. he's always wanted to fuck you and he doesn't necessarily have a death wish, either. "what, uh, what do you want me to do?"

your face falls and your mouth goes dry. william speaks with a grin, "why don't we trade places?"

mike scrambles to undo his belt and you practically drool when he pulls his cock out. fuck, you've wanted mike for awhile now. all that pent up tension between you two is finally spilling over the edge. all those lingering glances and long-lasting touches leading up this

especially like this, with your former fling and the guy you babysit for, makes it — and fuck it, you'll say it — all the more hotter. he replaces william's spot behind you and thrusts in quicker than the latter. he's practically humping you, fucking you desperately like he's running after something. his hands grip onto your hips tightly. "yes," william hisses, pumping himself while sitting dowqn in his chair. when you glance at him, he has the audacity to fucking wink at you. "'attaboy, keep goin.'"

that only encourages mike as he moans your name. "fuck, your pussy feels so good — hah!"

"mmm, mike!" you moan back.

"look at you two," william says breathlessly, "what a lovely fuckin' sight." mike begins to plunge in and out, reaching your cervix with each thrust, and you're close already. he senses that, and you can tell he is too by the way his thrusts gradually become more unbalanced. william's grunts are getting louder.

you're the first one to come, then william, and mike is still desperately pushing out of you. for good measure, he lands an uncharacteristic smack on your ass and then buries himself to the hilt becoming coming inside. the feeling of him filling you up is absolutely delicious. when he pulls out he studies the way that his cum drips out of your pussy. he's enamored with you, by the way.

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torialefay · 2 months

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6 with CHANGBIN…… 😩

One Hell of a Workout 💣

boyfriend!changbin x horny!fem!reader smut

✨ synopsis: your & your boyfriend's sleep schedule is fucked up, which in turn means your gym schedule is also fucked up. late night workout sessions may end up not being so bad 👀

✨ wc: ~2k

✨ warnings: smut ahead- minors DNI; cursing; unprotected sex, public sex

• you knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it. changbin just looked too fucking good.

• you'd gone to the gym with him superrr late. not because you were particularly dedicated, but because it is currently only 5 PM in the country you just got back from... and seeing his arms and shoulders as he worked out was never a bad sight.

• something about the smell of him and the way his little curls stuck to his head once he started to sweat got you riled up more than anything else in the world.

• as you were finishing your squat reps, you couldn't help but to watch the contour of the muscles in his back out of the corner of your eye. you were the only person bin would workout in front of without a shirt on. and god, the way he looked at the end of his lat pulldowns... let's just say you were starting to get wet, and not from the sweat.

• you weren't quite sure what it was. why you were so horny all of a sudden. you'd usually never be this side tracked about him. BUT with bin having shows every night recently, he didn't always have the time, energy, or opportunity to be intimate with you... and this was the result. too much pent up desire.

• after clearing your weights and getting a drink of water, you watched changbin as he laid down to start his bench press. the way his arms bulged just by angling them up to grab the bar was so yummy that you couldn't stand it.

• "want me to spot, babe?" you asked, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible.

• "i don't know how much you'll be able to help if i get crushed, but sure why not," he said, chuckling to himself.

• you bit your lip as you walked over, about to situate yourself over top of him.

• swinging your leg over his hips, it took everything in you not to sit down and straddle him.

• "good?" he asked.

• "you're good. you got this!" he'd already done his warming up, so he was moving onto something a bit more challenging.

• as he removed the bar and began to pump his arms up, you helped him count. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10."

• "aghh," he let out a deep breath, moving the bar back onto the rack.

• "well, this is a pretty sight," he said, moving his head down to look at you over top of him.

• 'this i can work with,' you thought.

• you smirked at him before lowering your pelvis, letting yourself rest right on top of his hips. you were hoping the contact would work in your favor.

• "babyyy, come on now," he said, throwing his head back in a tiny giggle. he definitely thought you were joking.

• "what's the matter?" you asked, big eyed, moving your hands down to rest on the sides of his torso, tight from the extra core exercises he'd been doing lately.

• "you know you can't be doing this. come on, you've gotta stand back up," he said smiling up at you. he was about to shake his head laughing in disbelief.

• "but why?" you teased, letting your hands trail further inwards and run gently up and down his abdomen.

• "why?!" he moved his head to look left and right. "because we are literally in the gym right now! in public!"

• you smiled playfully as you ever so slightly began to move your hips up and down on him. just the tiniest bit to gage his reaction.

• "technically," you started, "this is a *private gym... and who else is gonna be here at 3 in the morning?"

• when you sensed no hesitancy on his side, you let yourself grind a little harder, making full contact with what you could now feel as his bulge. you wanted to go slowly. to make sure that every last centimeter of him felt you.

• "ah fuck," he smiled while exhaling loudly. "you're not gonna make this easy, are you?"

• "if you realllly don't want it," you let your hands wander to his chest, massaging into him, "then say it and i'll stop."

• you couldn't help the smile on your face. knowing that he was putty underneath you. hoping he'd just give in already. hoping you could give each other what you knew you both desperately needed.

• bin didn't say anything. he just shut his eyes, looking like he was concentrating on some imaginary thing in his head.

• when he held that position and didn't go on to say anything, you took it as your cue to stop. you slowly brought your hands back to yourself and halted your hips from rocking on him.

• "i'm sorry binnie, i don't know what got into me," you mumbled, now feeling embarrassed at the ordeal, your own boyfriend not able to look at you. you slowly began to stand back up just over top of him.

• before you could think another thought, changbin's hands gripped hard on your hips, pushing you back down on him.

• "i didn't say to stop," he mumbled lowly, as if the words were coming from deep within his chest. it wasn't anger in his voice. it was more of a... whine? a plea? ... something that made you horny.

• with a victorious smile on your face, you reveled in his actions, taking this opportunity to get what you desperately needed.

• "feels that good, huh?" you toyed with him a bit before starting to pick up speed again, grinding back and forth over his clothed cock.

• "hush," he said, covering his smile with his hands. he felt like there was no way this was really happening to him right now. no way that this was his reality.

• you took your time, slowly and sweetly grinding on him until you felt your clit begin to throb. all of the sensation had built up, leaving it swollen and exposed to your underwear, steadily and deliciously.

• "oh fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back and savoring the way that changbin's hard shaft fit so perfectly between your lips, massaging you without even trying.

• as you heard light moans escaping changbin's mouth, you quickly slid down him slightly so you could palm him through his shorts. his cock was rock solid, and as you stroked up and down, he began to wince. as bad as he wanted to cover it up, you knew he was getting overly worked up.

• "i wanna take these off," you pleaded, pulling on the waistband of his shorts and boxers.

• toying around with them for a bit, you slowly pulled up and shimmied them down until they were around changbin's ankle, leaving him exposed.

• as you stood, you took the opportunity to slide your pants down, taking one leg out and then the other so you could throw the clothing on the floor beside you.

• changbin propped himself up by leaning his elbows on the bench. his eyes now full of light and wonder, he took in the sight of your lower body now unclothed for him in the middle of the gym. his safe haven and safe space... now absolutely stained with lustful thoughts.

• throwing yourself back onto him, you straddled his lap for a bit, letting his tip get covered in your juices. you felt your breath hitch just a bit as you rubbed up and down just the right spot.

• when you were satisfied with your plan, you quickly lifted your hips up and guided him to your entrance. in one swift motion, you removed your hand from his cock and instead left it to rest on his stomach.

• you felt yourself relax around him as you sank down, devouring every last centimeter.

• changbin sucked his teeth in slightly at the feeling of his dick pushing inside you, relaxing once he was fully in and you were finally stretched around him.

• you knew you had plenty of time, and you wanted to enjoy every last, tiny inch of movement between you two.

• as you angled your body forward, you moved both hands up until they were pressing into changbin's chest.

• you let yourself lean into the luscious rhythm you had before, slowly grinding forward and backward around him.

• as you went, you slowly built up your pace. you didn't mean for it to happen already, but with each movement of your hips, your clit began to pulse, begging for more.

• as you rocked back and forth, back and forth, you heard a few disgruntled moans from changbin, encouraging you to keep going.

• you threw your head back in pleasure as you started violently thrusting yourself up on him, the sensation becoming too great for you to bear.

• faster, faster, faster, chasing that sweet realesse until "fuckkkkkkkk" was all you could say.

• you immediately started twitching around changbin as you rode out your high, his hands coming around to stabilize your ass and hold you down on him until you were completely finished.

• trying to catch your breath, you leaned down onto your arms, closer to changbin's chest. your body was so exhausted, you weren't sure what to do next.

• but changbin had his own plans. before you knew what was happening, his arms had wrapped around you completely, pulling your face and stomach flat onto him as he began to violently buck his hips up and thrust inside of you.

• and jesus christ did it feel good.

• deep, guttural moans flew out of his mouth with each sharp thrust, with the sound of skin slapping following right after. the pace was quickly becoming too much to handle.

• cursing under his breath, changbin easily wrapped his hands into your hair and pulled, arching your back for him and letting him get a good look at your face.

• you moaned out as you focused on all of him. the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. the aggression on his face while looking at you. the one hand that was now urgently squeezing your ass, definitely leaving bruises behind.

• he was just too fucking good.

• "this what you wanted baby?!" changbin spat as you quivered over top of him.

• "ahh fuck," he bit down, focusing his eyes on your face and the way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you.

• as his thrusts got harder and sloppier, you knew he was close. with one final yank of your hair, he pulled you all the way back to arch your ass just perfectly for him. he loved the sight of you losing your breath over it.

• one, two, three more thrusts, and "oh fuck. oh fuck. aghhhhh fuckkkkk," he moaned out as he came, letting go of your hair and letting your body fall lifeless on top of him as he continued to fuck into you and ride out his high.

• like his own little rag doll, he used you until he absolutely couldn't stand it anymore. he was completely drained and overstimulated.

• you both laid there for a few seconds, panting heavily to catch your breath. laying on top of him, you heard his heart beat continuing to slow in his chest as he rested and regained his conscience.

• once you'd both calmed down, you finally got the chance to get words out.

• "that was too fucking good, binnie," you smiled, going up to peck him on the lips.

• "that was one hell of a workout," he laughed, beginning to sit up now. you, still seated in his lap, got a perfect view of his face and sweaty curls as he rested now on his tailbone.

• "seeeee," you teased, "we should do it again sometime." you coyly smiled.

• "you might just talk me into it," changbin said, leaning his forehead on yours.

• you both sat in solidarity for a moment, just admiring one another before changbin broke the peace. "i love you and all, but we've gotta put our pants back on." he looked down at the haphazardly strewn clothes around him.

• "and we should probably wipe this thing down about 5 times before we leave," you giggled before standing up.

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redhead1180 · 8 days

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I see you

Pairing - JJ x fem!reader

Summary - After Y/N, JJ's best friend, has an embarrassing encounter with another guy, JJ finally decides to step up and claim what he wants.

Warnings MDNI - Cursing, embarrassing situation in front of people, oral (m & f receiving), degradation (r degrades self), self-esteem issues, unprotected sex (p in v, wrap before you tap it), creampie, praising

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A/N - I don't usually write fluffy smut, but here we are, and I hope you like it. I usually don't describe readers, I want reader to put themselves in the story, but this one is a bit personal. It's kinda autobiographical in it is similar to how my boyfriend and I got together. I NEED to thank @jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah for the beautiful moodboard she made for my story. I love u girl 😘! Did not get beta read, wanted to get this out since I have had it almost done for a month.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell down my face, as I drove to my home away from home, the Chateau. I probably shouldn't be driving, but had to get away from the embarrassment at school. God I was such an idiot for thinking that Brandon might like me. For the past month, he had been sweet, a little flirty, getting to know me, but all he really wanted was to get in with Kie. He wanted her, not me. Kie didn't like him already and when she found this out was probably gonna punch him, which did make me smile. Kie was my best friend and always had my back.

I finally pull up to John B's house and take a deep breath. This place always seemed to calm me or maybe it was my friends. My family of misfits I started collecting at the ripe age of 5. It started with JJ, I met him on the playground and thought he looked like a lost puppy with his big blue eyes, unruly blonde (almost white) hair, dirt on his face, and torn clothes. I remember asking if he wanted a friend and he said sure and we became inseparable. Then in 3rd grade I collected John B, another lost puppy, then Pope, Kie, and last Sarah. Well honestly John B collected her, but she was family now.

Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I get out of the car and head in the house. I wasn’t sure if anyone was home, so I grabbed a beer and went out to the back porch. And there laying on the couch, on his stomach, fast asleep was the original lost puppy, JJ himself. His dad was out of jail and he hadn't been to school the last few days, which was never a good thing. Again, a calm washed over me, stilling my mind, and momentarily squashing the rage.

Walking over to the couch, I run my fingers through JJ's hair and whisper a "scoot" in his ear. He grunts but raises his head enough for me to slip under him and sit, before putting it back down in your lap. You guys sit there a bit in silence, me sipping the beer looking out at the marsh while JJ slept. Eventually he begins to stir and rolls over to look up at you.

"What's got you drinking in the middle of the day, princess?" he asks his voice all husky and sleepy.

"Bad day" I grumble, taking another long swig.

He grabs the end of some of my hair, swinging it around. "Ok, tell Papa J your troubles, let's see if I can fix them." he teases.

"I don't think you can fix this one J, not anything to fix really" I mumble as I look down at him tears forming in my eyes again.

"Woah, hey, hey, what's with the waterworks" he asks, concern in his voice, as he sits up and pulls me in a hug.

I shrug "Just another miserable day in my love life, if you can call it that" I sniffle.

JJ stiffens a little, although I don't pay it much mind. He pulls back to look at me and asks "Um, what happened"

"Well," I sigh "Turns out Brandon didn't want to go out with me, he just wanted to use me to get to Kie" I turn to take another swig of beer. "He decides today in study hall, he would ask about if I could give him Kie's digits. When I asked why, he said so he could ask her out. I must have looked confused, cause he laughs and says, Oh you didn't think I was into you did you?" I down another sip of beer "I said Well yeah, he laughs, literally laughs in my face JJ. I was so humiliated I just got up and walked out. He hollers back at me, so is that a no?" I down the rest of the beer.

I finally look at JJ and he is red in the face and has a murderous look in his eyes, "I'mma kill him" he growls.

"I might let you" I tearfully chuckle "I mean what is wrong with me? I know I'm not as pretty as Kie and Sarah. My hair is this ugly red and I'm covered in freckles, I hate it. But fuck. I know I'm not as brash as Kie or bubbly as Sarah, but I like to have fun. I know I seem bookish, but that is cause I really want out of this town. I just don't see why guys can't see me." I throw my head back on the couch out of breath.

*I see you" JJ almost whispers.

I snap my head up and look at him. "What?" I ask quietly.

JJ stands up and goes to the porch screen and stares out for a minute, I'm about to ask him again, when he looks down, does a little nod. I hear him mumble "fuck it" and turns back to me.

"I suck at this shit, but here goes. I see you" he says "No you're not as pretty Kie or Sarah, you're prettier. They don't hold a candle to you, nobody does on this godforsaken island" He starts to pace a little, wringing his hands, as if figuring out what to say "Your hair isn't an ugly red, it's the colors of the sunset. The reds, golds, and oranges that people take tons of pictures of cause it is so fucking beautiful, that's what I see everyday when I look at you. Your freckles? They make your skin glow in the summer, like your some kind of fucking goddess." He chuckles, "In the winter they fade to more a pink and make you look like you’re blushing all the time."

"JJ-"

"No, shut up" he demands "I just sat there and listened to you fucking degrade yourself, so you're gonna sit there and fucking listen to me now." He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Ok"

"Ok" he nods " As far not being brash or bubbly like Kie and Sarah, no you're not. You're feisty, temperamental, loyal, and can throw a punch better than most guys. I mean at 10 years old you threw a damn beer bottle at my dad and told him to fucking leave me alone. You have more guts than all of us put together. And yes, you are a blast to hang out with, I mean you can drink most guys under the table." He starts pacing again "Fuck I don't if we would all be friends if it wasn't for you. And I would wager your smarter than Pope, but won't say anything cause it's his thing. And do not ever fault yourself for wanting off this island"

I look at him with my mouth open, tears forming, but not cause I'm sad, but because I never knew anyone saw me like that.

"Do you know how hard it is to see you date other guys and help put the pieces back together for you, when I know, I KNOW, that I would never treat you like that." He says pleadingly "I have waited so long to be that next guy, and yeah it's my fault for not speaking up, but I am now." He comes and kneels in front of me and cups my face. "I want to show you how special you are and tell every guy to eat shit cause she's mine." He laughs.

I can only stare at him for the moment, my mind reeling from his confession. JJ is not one for sharing, even to me his best friend for 13 years. My emotions were all over the place. I felt tears well up on my lashline as realization slammed into me. I always loved JJ, he was my ride or die, but it hit me that I had been in love with him for awhile. I just didn't know it.

I must have taken too long, cause I saw JJ's face fall, he sniffed and looked down. He started to remove his hands from my face. I came back to reality and grabbed his hands. His head snapped back up and I smiled at him.

"JJ" I choked out over the lump on my throat "I didn't know, but I-" I took a deep breath "I want you to be that guy. I want to be yours."

JJ's eyes grew wide and he chuckled "Yea?"

I leaned forward and slammed my lips on his, I could tell he was shocked at first but it didn't last long. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and the other wrapped around my waist pulling me on his lap. I moaned as he slid his tongue over my bottom lip, asking me to open up. When I did, he slipped his in and our tongues danced for dominance. He slid his hand up through my hair, cupping my head and deepening the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into it, his other hand grabbing the fat of ass and squeezing.

Air was becoming a need as my lungs begin to burn. I was feeling slightly dizzy, not sure if was the kiss or needing air. I pull back enough to gasp, JJ chasing my mouth and kissing me again. My panties were soaked and a needy throbbing had settled into my core. I rolled my hips over JJ's dick; he leaned his head back and groaned loudly.

"Y/N if you want to stop, tell me now. I won't be able to if we keep this up" JJ murmured against my lips.

"I don't want to stop" I rasp out looking him in the eyes. "I want you to claim me, I want to be yours."

"Fuck" he growled "Wrap your legs around me" he demands.

I do as asked and he stands up with me in his arms. I can feel his ab muscles flexing and his thigh muscles harden, making me swoon a little. He smirks at me as he carries me to the spare, which is basically his room. He lays me on the bed and lays on me with his arms holding him up so he doesn't smash me.

"God I never imagined this would actually happen" he says as gently pushes my hair out of my face. "I have dreamed about it, hell, I've jerked off to your pictures more than I want to admit." He chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. "I never thought you would want me and I didn't want to screw up our friendship"

"It's real J, it's happening"

I reach to kiss him and he meets me, claiming my mouth in toe curling kiss. His hands play with the hem of my shirt and he looks at me for permission.

"Yea" I whisper.

"Arms up baby" he instructs as he tugs my shirt off and throws it behind him.

He kisses along my jawline down my neck. When he gets to a spot on my neck right above my shoulder, pleasure shoots through me and I buck my hips up at him. I feel more than see him smirk and hear a whispered "There you are".

He bites and kisses the spot, leaving his mark, as I feel a fire start in my stomach and I am whining and squirming under him.

"More J" I whine out, "I need more."

He continues his assault down my chest, kissing the areas of my breast he can reach around my bra. I feel his hand slide under me and he unhooks my bra with one flick. I giggle.

"Pretty slick move there"

He grins, "I've might've had some practice" he teases as he rips it of me and it flies through the air. He looks and stares at my breasts for a minute mouth slightly open.

"God your beautiful" he groans as he latches his mouth onto one nipple and his hand kneads and pinches the other one.

I arch my back up to him, moaning from the heat building between my thighs. "J" I whine.

He trails kisses down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me again, his fingers on the button.

"You still good baby" he asks, his pupils blown.

"Mhmm" I hum out, getting antsy wanting his mouth on me.

JJ unbuttons my shorts and pulls them off. He trails kisses up along my inner thighs until he gets to my soaked panties.

"God your so fucking wet, babygirl. This all for me?" He teasingly asks.

*Mhmm baby, only for you" I rasp out.

JJ kisses my covered cunt before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulling them off. His hands caress my legs as they move back up to my hips. He leaves kisses along my legs until his mouth is back in front of my soaked pussy. He gently blows on it causing me to buck my hips and gasp.

"JJ" I gasp out, grabbing a fistful of sheets on each side of me. "Please" I beg.

He wraps his arms under and back over my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

"Please what, baby?" JJ coos at me. He is so close to my cunt; I can feel his hot breath against my lower lips. The mixture of his hot breath and the coolness from my wetness, gives me goosebumps and makes me shudder. The nickname causes me to clench around nothing and I hear JJ chuckle. With a feather light touch, he slowly rubs his finger over my lower lips.

"Please J I need you to eat me" I beg, rolling my hips to try get closer to his mouth.

He licks a strip from my hole to my clit and I loudly moan out. He moves my legs over his shoulders as he licks my ever-swelling nub. I realize he is licking two Js, certifiably claiming my pussy. I giggle and feel him smile when he realizes I figured out what he was doing.

His tongue moves down to my hole and I groan as he pushes his tongue in me. I grab his hair pulling it, the heat in my stomach growing with each thrust.

"Look at me baby" JJ commands.

I look down at him, staring into his eyes, almost completely black now. I watch him as he fucks me with his tongue. My core begins to tingle and I feel my orgasm close. I grind in his mouth, searching for my release. He moves back up to my clit, sucking and licking. He gently thrust one finger in me, I throw my head back and let out a breathy cry. He adds another finger, pumping both fingers in and out. I groan out, one hand pulling his hair and the other grabs the headboard.

"J I'm gonna cum* I gasp out breathlessly.

"C'mon baby, cum on my face" JJ moans, "God your so fucking sweet"

He curls his fingers hitting that sweet spot and bites my clit. I cry out as the band snaps in my stomach, causing me to clench around his fingers and juices to flow on to his face. He groans and I can hear him slurping up all my release like he had not drank in days. He rides me through it, finally getting up and laying down on me. His mouth and chin covered in my slick and he is grinning like a Cheshire cat. He snuggles in between my thighs.

"That was so fucking hot" JJ grins as he leans down to kiss me, letting me taste myself in his mouth. The kiss quickly heats up and I can feel how hard he is thru his shorts.

"You have too many clothes on." I pout, tugging his shirt. He reaches behind him grabbing the shirt and pulling over his head. I start unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down his legs.

"A little eager ain't we princess" he chuckles as he gets up and takes his shorts and boxers off. His rock hard cock slapping his stomach and standing salute.

My eyes go a little wide. JJ wasn't extremely girthy, although it was big, but he was long the end curving slightly. He has the prettiest pink tip that was getting darker by the minute.

"Like what ya see baby?" He smirked.

"Fuck me" I gasped out in a whisper.

"Oh, I plan to princess” JJ smirks as he crawls up the bed. “I plan to fuck you until my name is the only one you scream” he kisses up my leg “until I have ruined you to anyone else” he kisses my clit “until I have kissed every inch of you” he kisses my breast, nibbling the nipple “until I’ve shown you how much I love you” he kisses me passionately, making me moan and thrust my hips up into him, and causing my toes curl. For fucks sakes, this boy knew how to kiss.

“JJ, please” I moan, “I need you inside me.”

“Shit babygirl” JJ groaned, “you can’t say that shit. I will blow my load, and I’m not ready to yet”

While he’s distracted, I flip us over and began kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I continue to leave open mouth kisses down his chest, over his stomach, nibbling along his happy trail.

“Fuck, Y/N/N” JJ moaned, “I thought you wanted me inside you”

“Got distracted” I mumble as I kitten lick the precum off his perfectly pink tip. JJ groans and his hands fly to my head, grabbing my hair. He pulls me up off him and back to his lips by my hair.

“As much as I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours,” he rasps against my lips, “the first time I cum with you will be inside you. Now you have a choice, ride me or lay down and spread’em” he growled.

I literally shudder from the amount of juices that gush out of me. He smirks at me, knowing he has me ready to explode, the little shit.

“Ride you,” I whisper as he pulls me up on his lap and I position myself to hover over him. I reach down and hold him, lining him up, I push the tip causing him to hiss. I look straight at him as I push myself down slowly, feeling every inch of his cock stretching me. Both of us are trying not to close our eyes in pleasure, not wanting to miss this moment. Finally, I feel his hairs against my clit, and I close my eyes and dig my nails into his chest. I moan from the feeling of being so full and I hear him groan “fuck baby”. I clench around him, causing him to moan and squeeze my hips. I pull up until just the tip is in me and slam back down, he throws his head back and hisses “fucking hell”. I slowly began to speed up my bouncing, another release quickly building up in my core. Placing my hands on JJ’s chest, I change the angle of my bouncing and feel JJ grab my hips and squeeze.

“Oh fuck, babygirl” he moaned, head thrown back into the pillow. I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my cervix. While I wasn’t looking, he wrapped his arms around my back and flipped us. I let out a yelp of surprise.

“What the hell, J” I fussed looking up at him. He gently slapped my thigh, causing me to clench around him and moan.

“Yea, we’ll explore that later” he smirked, “I wasn’t gonna last there, this pussy feels like heaven.” He breathed against my mouth, as he started to thrust into me. I moaned into his mouth as he claimed my lips, causing a fresh wave of juices to cover him. I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails in and, I know, leaving marks. He groaned sliding one hand to my hip and the other to grabbing my hair.

“Fuck Y/N, why didn’t we do this sooner?” JJ rasped out.

“I don’t know” I groaned.

“Har- harder, ple- please, baby” I stuttered out, the pet name making JJ groan. He put both hands behind my thighs and pushed them into my chest. I cried out from the new sensation, JJ slamming into me harder. I could feel the band in my stomach tighten as he thrust harder and deeper. I couldn’t form words, my brain mush, letting little “uh- uhs” every time he hit my G-spot. I scratched hard down JJ’s back, making him hiss, as my walls fluttered around his cock.

“You close babygirl?” he whispered in my ear.

I just nodded, words failing me. He reached around and used his thumb to rub my clit with little circles.

“Let go, mama” JJ moaned.

That was all it took and the band snapped. I cried out, arching my back, as my vision went blurry around the edges and all I saw was white. My legs shook from the intensity and my ears rang, drowning out JJ.

“That’s my good -fuck- girl -oh fuck” I barely heard JJ right before he slammed into me holding it. I could feel hot ropes of cum shoot into me as I heard JJ moan “fuckfuckfuck” in my ear.

JJ slowly began pushing in and out, riding our highs out, whispering in my ear “Fuck, you’re mine, you’re mine, baby” over and over.

“Yes” I gasped over and over until it was no more than a whisper.

JJ stopped and collapsed on me, still inside me, our sweaty, sticky bodies suctioning together. Both of us panting, trying to catch our breath. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead.

“I kinda can’t believe we just did that” I giggle into his hair. He raised his head up, smiling, looking at me.

“Yea, me either. It was pretty amazing” he says leaning in for a kiss.

I smile into the kiss and giggle “Yeah it was.”

We hear the doors of the Twinkie, open and close, and soon hear Kie yelling my name. JJ pulled a blanket over us, but didn’t get off.

“In here” he yells and gives me a shit eating grin. I gave a him a confused look.

Kie walks in and jumps and screams, slamming the door closed. Then opens it again to get a better look, then slams it again.

“REALLY JJ” Kie yells, but you can hear the laughter in her voice. “I heard what Brandon did and was concerned for Y/N, but seems like you cheered her up.”

“Yup got it covered” JJ hollered back.

“By the way, I punched him for you” Kie hollered back. “Thanks” I yelled laughing.

“What the hell is going on?” you hear John B ask, simultaneously hearing Kie “No, don’t open!”

Next thing you see is John B with the door open, you burying your head and groaning into JJ’s chest, Pope behind him, eyes all bugged out. Sarah trying to peek between Kie and John B’s arms.

“Oh, hoh” John B grinned, while Sarah squealed and giggled.

“Guys, can we have a little privacy” JJ smirked looking at you.

“Yup, just glad it all worked out” John B smiles while closing the door.

I looked up at JJ, smiling “Yeah it sure did” as JJ leaned in for a kiss.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Super excited to see more Fourth Wing content on Tumblr. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but maybe some fluff with our hot wingleader Xaden? Or some wholesome training scenes with the dragons?

It needs to be brought here because it's a crime to have practically nothing here!!!

Morning lights

The morning sun wasn't even fully out when Aetos banged on every single door on the first year's floor shouting something about the promised training and how lucky everyone should feel that he's taking his time to put in extra work even if it should be a punishment for performing worse then others squads in the last training session.

You suddenly become hyper-aware of the still-cold morning air seeping through the window, that you left ajar last night. Dawn is still breaking outside. Light shades of pinks and oranges painting the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. One you wouldn't want to miss or at least enjoy one of the mornings when someone isn't forcing you out of bed.

You move to get up slowly but two strong hands instantly tighten over your lower stomach, drawing you back to where you were laying moments ago. "Remind me to spit into Aetos morning coffee", the husky voice fills the space. You let out a breathy chuckle, turning slightly in the embrace of the man who's been sharing your bed for some nights now. "Don't, he might come swinging at me", you mutter, trying not to fully chase his sleep away since his eyes were still closed. He lets out a slightly frustrated huff, "I would love to see him try", and here it is real Xaden Riorson lethal, powerful, ready to fight at any given moment.

It was slightly funny how this big muscular male was squeezed beside you looking like an absolute work of art that didn't belong in the first year's bedroom. Your fingers carefully moved to run through Xaden's dark hair, nails scratching the scalp softly. The most content sigh leaves his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.

"Wingleader, the cadet is needed on the training grounds", you say in a more serious tone, in a way mocking Aetos. But you also know that time is working against you now. You do need to get out of bed and get ready. The last thing you want to listen to is grumpy males complaining. "This cadet is needed in bed", Xaden mumbled against your skin, bringing you even closer to him, his warmth seeping into your skin and now you understand why you didn't feel the cold breeze from outside. How could you when you have a whole personal heater in your bed? "Is that an order?", you tease, Xaden opens one eye, throwing a glare your way, "Yes. Yes, it is".

Yet it all wasn't that simple. He was still a wingleader. A wingleader who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Because the conclusion that everyone would go straight to would be that you slept your way into safety. And you don't want to be labeled as a whore. This place was a shit show as it is most of the time.

You firmly push at Xaden's arms, the last thought fueling you with enough strength to pull away from him. "No...", he tries to grab onto your hips once more but you're out of his reach now. Could he easily drag you back? Yes. One flicker of his shadows and you would be pinned to the bed. But he's not stupid too. The commotion outside the door is getting louder. Meaning that you're running out of time.

"Now you're being a whiny baby", you tease, pulling Xaden's shirt from your body and reaching for your flying leathers instantly. Better safe than sorry in these kinds of situations. "I'm not a whiny baby", he argues back and you can hear the announcer in his voice that makes you chuckle, "And now his masculinity has been scarred", you place your hand on your chest sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I hate you", he rolls his eyes, before moving to sit up. His muscular chest somehow looking even more unreal in the early morning light. But you shake your head quickly, reaching for your daggers, "Oh same... look at us sharing mutual emotions", you flash him a smile that he doesn't return.

"Be careful", he says, eyes now practically cutting right through you. One of his shadows move to caress the scar that now was forming on your forearm. You brush your fingers over the shadow, "I'm always careful". But you can tell that the worry growing within him is much bigger than most mornings. "This is something Aetos came up with. Most definitely no one in command...", but you cut the distance between you, knee pressing into your mattress as you lean closer to him, "I will be fine, Riorson", you lean in brushing your lips over his. The kiss is gentle and soft. A rare moment because most of the time it's filled with so much speed and desire that you lose yourself in the moment. Not even noticing when it ends. "And I have Liam" you mumble, packing his lips one more time before turning to leave. Xaden growls and you know that it's because you said another male's name right before kissing him. Territorial bastard.

"Any clues about what this is?", you catch up with Liam, who instantly wraps you up in a side hug as you walk alongside the others.

"Not really. Some bullshit", he grumbles still sleepy. "Use your far sight signit", you wrap your hands around his middle. "And look into Aetos insides?", you let out a laugh, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth and shoving Liam slightly. Yet a couple of heads instantly turned your way. Jack one of them. Instantly glaring at you. You return the favor by flipping him off but that only makes his snarl more.

Morag. You call out. Not far away. The voice rings out, soothing you in a way. Do you stink of wingleader once again? You roll your eyes. Mind your business. Morag lets out a dramatic sigh. I have to carry your stinky ass. You flip him off mentally. Out of the two of us, it's you who stinks.

"I'll see you out there", Liam taps your shoulder as he walks towards his dragon. Wrapping your arms around yourself you watch as he jog towards Deigh. You can't imagine your life without him now either. You two had bonded almost immediately. After crossing the parapet you burst into tears. Liam had instantly stood in front of you shielding you from the crowd and equally as much not letting others see your tears. "If it helps, I'm sure a shat myself midway", he had whispered, making you let out a chuckle as you whipped your tears.

But you're brought out of your head as a hand holding a cloth clasps over your mouth and you're brought into a tight chest with a huff. Your hands instantly move to push away from the person holding you down, moving and wiggling in its hold. "Squad whore", the words ring in your ears and you instantly know how this is. Just don't have much time to be mad when a wave of dizziness hit you. That fuck must have dosed the material in something.

I'm almost there. Hold on. Morag's voice fills your head. Your nails dig into his pam as you try to rip it off your face. But then you see the gleam of light. Reflection. Sun. A dagger. Your eyes widen. Jack strikes for a kill just you move you heal up shoving between his legs as hard as you can. The blade zaps the side of your neck, and the warm blood trickles down almost immediately. "I'll end you bitch", Jack barks from behind you. You try to step away but your legs buck as you come in contact with the ground. The roar pierces the field. For a moment you feel relief flowing through you because it has to be Morag but it's the blue wings that make your gut drop. Even the shouting from cadets dies down. Sgaeyl. Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. You try to push your hands against the ground. You need to get out of her way as well, yet your body feels so heavy. She lads with a thud, sending dirt debris flying all over.

Xaden you plea in your head, gods what a way to die by his dragon. Just Sgaeyl steps closer, growling as she glares ahead. You count your last seconds and then her wing moves over you. Drawing away the early sun. You feel the blast of heat and then an agony-filled cry.

Breath Morag orders. What's happening? You ask, feeling your consciousness starting to slip, your hand now clasping the side of your neck. You stink of someone and you're sure Morag is rolling his eyes. Xaden. Sgaeyl felt Xaden on you. Or has he told her something? Does he know? Sgaeyl moves her wing away, and her snout if you can call it that moves closer to you as she inhales your scent. "Thank you", you mutter, "Just tell Xaden a less dramatic story, please", you're not sure but it sounds like she lets out a snort before moving to nudge your hand and then everything goes black.

When you open your eyes once more it takes you a moment to realize what had happened as memories filled your head. Head. Head that was pounding. The tightest on your neck piercing with pain. "Love", a voice rings out and you flinch instantly. Warm fingers run down your arm, that same comforting warmth that you know. You blink your eyes a couple of times. Waiting for your eyes to concentrate. And there he is. His hair was messy from all the pulling he must have done. The shirt slightly wrinkly. "Why are you here?", you ask groggy, hand instantly reaching for your throat at the uncomfortable pulling. "In my room? Or with you?", panic runs through you. You can't be in his room. No. No. No. People will talk. You move to sit up but Xaden's arms instantly hold you down.

"You're not going anywhere. Gave me enough of a fright", he grumbles in frustration, "I didn't ask for it", you argue back. Something in his eyes darken, "And I did? I've never ran faster and you were there behind Sgaeyl wing all bloody", his voice raising with every word he spoke. Your gaze softens. Losing had always been his biggest fear. And it's been a long while since he had something precious to lose. "Sgaeyl saved me all thanks to you I'm sure", you lace your fingers through his. Xaden shakes his head, "That's all her doing. I did get a lecture about not taking proper care of you", you let out a slight chuckle, imagining her lecturing him and him not being able to talk back, "Say thank you to her from me", you mutter.

Xaden runs his fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh, "I...I love you", he whispers, bringing your hand closer to his lips. You smile at him sweetly, brushing your free fingers across his cheek, "And I love you". Xaden leans in, brushing his lips over yours before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, "Though I wish I could bring him back just so I could kill him myself", he grumbles, "Xaden!", you warn him, yet let yourself chuckle.

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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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Your relationships with boys (slashers x reader)

Michael Myers

♡ This guy looks like a big black cat. He does whatever he wants; he acts according to the first dictate of emotions, therefore, if he wants something, he will achieve it, no matter how unrealistic the goals may be and no matter how difficult the fulfillment of these desires may be.

♡ At first, he does not like your affection much, or rather, he simply does not understand it because of his understated empathy (if he has it at all). Later, he begins to realize that you treat him in a special way: you cook food, let him sleep with you, bathe, if necessary, treat his wounds - therefore, over time, he begins to show you some timid actions.

♡ He often does what the voices in his head chant to him, so if he wants to touch you anywhere, he will do it; it's better not to resist if you don't want new bruises on your neck and wrists.

♡ This boy is crazy about sweets, especially chocolate. You should replenish your stocks of goodies at least once every three days, otherwise Michael will start behaving like an unsatisfied teenager.

♡ Please feed him at least twice a day (breakfast and dinner will be enough), we don't want the story of eating other people's dogs to repeat, right? And, oh my God, he eats like as many as seven healthy men, which is most likely due to his huge size. If earlier you could easily cook spaghetti and eat it for two or three days in a row, now one such pan flew away in one evening.

♡ And yet, no matter how hard Myers tries to deny it, he is pleased with your presence. When he is in the same room with you, the air is noticeably discharged, it becomes lighter and somehow softer; Michael begins to breathe more calmly under his dirty white latex.

♡ The guy has a very high pain threshold, so you shouldn't be surprised when he appears on your doorstep covered in blood, and under a blue jumpsuit you will find several stab wounds or bullet marks; he doesn't take much care of himself.

♡ Did you have a pet? Forget about him. As soon as Michael sees any cat or bird in your house, he will certainly get rid of it; the guy is extremely selfish, he does not want to share your care with someone else.

♡ Michael is the owner. Did you go to the store and someone gave you a lingering "Kitty-kitty" or hit you on the ass? Expect Michael to come home three times more drenched in blood. This scoundrel got what he deserved; even in his coffin, he will remember with fear the day he was born.

♡ He likes it when you wash his hair or just mess with it when he appears in front of you without a mask; Mike fucking likes it when you massage his scalp, especially considering the migraines from constant voices.

♡ His mom (or rather, her ghost) speaks well of you and sometimes tells her son how to behave in a particular situation, so you have a better chance of avoiding awkward moments.

♡ A massage before going to bed, if he sleeps at all, would be very useful; his shoulders are too tense after years in Smiths Grove and frequent murders.

♡ Only from your mouth "Mikey", oh, this affectionate nickname, sounds acceptable to him; Myers feels a strange calmness and warmth in his heart.

♡ He likes your style of music; the last time he heard you turn it on on your phone was when you were cooking dinner late at night, thinking Michael wasn't around.

♡ Sometimes he brings you some nice things; his mom says that girls like it when they are given gifts.

♡ You are constantly, well, or almost constantly, being watched, that's a fact.

Bo Sinclairr

♡ A walking time bomb.

♡ Because of his frequent mood swings, you don't know what to expect from a guy, so be prepared for anything.

♡ Bo loves cookies made by your hands very much, it reminds him of the time when mom was still alive and in her right mind.

♡ No matter how it sounds, he likes it when you're in his clothes; big hanging T-shirts on your innocent body attract his animal gaze.

♡ His clothes are your clothes.

♡ Bo is pleased at the thought that you like to help him at the gas station; lately you have become quite familiar with tools and have learned something about the design of cars.

♡ You often have to stop the verbal sparring bordering on fists that arise between the Sinclair twins; Vincent is very grateful to you for this, he does not like to quarrel with his brother.

♡ If he feels bad, he will just pick you up in his arms (whatever you do, he will just pick you up from that place, whether it's cleaning, drawing or cooking soup) and take you to your shared bedroom; he will sit down and put you on his lap, burying his nose in your shoulder or hair; he can sit like this from five minutes to several hours (he will let you go, for example, if you start jumping out of his arms, feeling the burnt smell from the first floor).

♡ And yet, no matter how stubborn and uncontrollable he is, he tries to be gentle towards you. You don't know, but he often watched couples coming to Ambrose and watched for a long time how this or that guy treated his girlfriend. The behavior has always been different, strange in its own way, but Bo realized that mostly guys hug their partners, kiss them and give gifts. He tries to imitate them, at least in the manifestation of physical contact; he also tries in every possible way to cheer you up during sad periods (for example, during menstruation; these days he is especially attentive to you and every changed spectrum of your mood; sweets? no question; hugs? will it be done; hold it on your hands like a little princess girl? everything for you, honey, just don't cry)

Thomas Hewitt

♡ At first, he really didn't know how to behave. Your relationship was strange: he is a huge maniac with a chainsaw, and you are a victim who somehow magically liked this big guy. At the very beginning, it was fulfilling your basic needs: food, security, sleep. Gradually, when you got a little used to his oppressive aura, he allowed himself to touch you: shoulder, hair, neck — it doesn't matter, just ordinary physical contact!

♡ He likes your cheeks so much. Especially when you blush and start muttering something resentfully under your nose to hide your embarrassment. He finds it extremely charming.

♡ One of the difficulties was that Tommy didn't talk much, if at all. That's why you started communicating with your own sign language. Need to bring something? You are playing a kind of pantomime. A monosyllabic answer? You stretch out your hands in front of him and give each of them a simple answer (yes/no, at home/on the street, etc.) and Thomas chooses left or right, it turned out to be very convenient. Sometimes it even happened that he took your small palm with his huge one and began to write something similar to letters on it with his finger; they were uneven; he often wrote words by ear, but this did not prevent you from understanding him.

♡ His mom didn't approve of your relationship (at the beginning). In her opinion, you were too strange, slow and timid; it would be difficult for you to live in this house. But gradually she got used to your company and even fell in love with you, damn it! You became her daughter-in-law. "My Tommy is a good boy; don't hurt him like the kids at school; take care of him."

♡ With uncles, everything turned out to be scarier, they were terrible perverts. That's why Tommy tried to be there for you all the time and protect you (a knight with a chainsaw, cool).

♡ As for the mask: he blushed terribly when you asked if he could take it off, started pulling the edge of his apron or abruptly went into the basement. After a while, he finally took it off and was surprised when you kissed every inch of his skin.

♡ The guy really likes to spend time with you. I especially like to leave the house in the evenings and lie down with you on the prickly grass a little away from the house so that neither Hoyt nor Monty can hear you. You lie with your hands tightly clasped in a lock and fingers interlaced; the grass scratches the exposed parts of your body, which sometimes makes you squirm, rubbing the earth into one of the most worn T-shirts; you look at the blue sky with pale pink sunset stripes, watching the white-sided moon light up in the distance. Thomas could start to wheeze softly, which meant his laughter when you told one of the funny stories of your childhood. Just always wait for him before the next walk; we don't want your ankle to get caught in one of the massive bear traps, right?

♡ Sweetheart, he loves you so much!

♡ Thomas loves your soft palms with slightly cracked fingertips from the heat and drought! Your hands smell of soap, with which you constantly wash dishes in the kitchen, as well as grass and cinnamon after recently cooking some simple cakes. He's never eaten anything tastier in his life! (in truth, even old Hoyt appreciated them: "Not bad for such a city girl," although you saw that he continued to stare at your ass).

♡ He likes it when you lie on his chest. He starts purring with pleasure. You can hear his measured beating, leaning your ear against his chest; now he is without an apron, in only a loose shirt and loose trousers, which you instructed him to put on before going to bed if he wants to sleep with you in an embrace. Thanks to your presence, Thomas has begun to sleep better.

I just drank my tea and thought about these sweet boys. Well they're so cute and pretty so i like to write about them. And have a nice day <3

#slashers x reader #fanfic #drabble #michael myers x reader #michael myers #michael myers rz #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #they love you so much

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spriteofmushrooms · 1 month

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Pls… pls elaborate 👁️👁️ so I can change my answer (in spirit) from crying a few days ago to crying right now!

Jiang Wanyin lies broken on the ground. Jin Ling, screaming, swings Suihua at the monstrous yao he'd just been pushed away from, the one that killed his jiujiu. Lan Jingyi should help, should move, but--anything that could kill Jiang Wanyin--

A clarity bell chimes as Lan Sizhui begins to play his guqin. The moment breaks, and Lan Jingyi leaps to flank the yao.

The battle is blue-lit by their signal flare and the full moon. Starbright sword flares sweep across the forest. Flashes of Jin Ling's qi, the golden brown of wutong leaves in autumn, bury themselves in the yao with every qi-laced arrow.

But it's only once Wen Ning holds the yao still that Wei Wuxian, responding to their flare via Hanguang-jun, eviscerates it with his trapped ghosts.

Hanguang-jun who is staring where Jiang Wanyin lies, his white robes bathed in red.

"Ah, stay back, a-Ling," a man's mirthful voice says. "Your jiujiu would be upset if I caught you, too."

Jin Ling starts "who the fuck" but is interrupted by Hanguang-jun's "Wei Ying."

Lan Jingyi turns to see Jin Ling's silhouette limned in red; Jiang Wanyin's body transformed by red; and a transparent youth in YunmengJiang-style robes sitting astride Jiang Wanyin, as bright and red as the setting sun, surrounded by a rainbow whirlwind of qi.

"Lan Zhan," the boy says laconically as a nearby tree cracks and falls. "Don't be boring for once, alright?"

As Lan Jingyi watches, the boy rests one hand on Jiang Wanyin's upper dantian and plunges the other into the swirling qi around them until all transforms to red. Another snap breaks the night, and Lan Jingyi realizes.

The little qi lights are from plants, bugs, and lesser spirits; the youth is draining the forest. An ash-black circle spreads from Jiang Wanyin.

Whose chest is moving.

"Jiang Cheng, wake up, ah? You're going to be late if you stay in bed all day." With the stolen vitality pulsing through him, the youth's features are clearer. He's handsome, his face much sweeter than Jiang Wanyin's sharp beauty. Mischief curls at the edges of his smile.

From Lan Jingyi's side, Wei Wuxian says coldly, "How often have you done this to him? Forcing foreign qi into his system will inevitably cause backlash."

The youth's smile sharpens. "Do you care, Wei-wanbei?" Without moving his hand, his thumb caresses Jiang Wanyin's cheek. "Besides, if I make it mine before I give it to him, is it really so different from spending years coalescing it into a golden core? His body knows me well."

"Gusu can integrate this part of your soul with the rest of you," Hanguang-jun says.

The youth laughs, and Wei Wuxian says "don't bother, Lan Zhan."

Ignoring his cultivation partner's advice, Hanguang-jun continues, "You will never rest until all pieces of your soul are joined. Let go of Jiang Wanyin, and come to me."

Jin Ling shifts. "You're healing jiujiu, right?"

"I am," the youth says, turning away from Hanguang-jun.

Jin Ling moves between Jiang Wanyin and Hanguang-jun, Suihua bare in his hand. "Let him do what he wants."

"How many times must Wei Ying destroy himself to fulfill a life debt to the dead?" Hanguang-jun demands, hand on Bichen.

Lan Sizhui finally speaks. "Hanguang-jun, Jin Ling, shouldn't we wait until we know more? None of us have the expertise to weigh in on Wei-xiao-gongzi's situation, do we? Applying theory without evidence could be harmful, too, Hanguang-jun." Then the traitor turns to Lan Jingyi. "If Zidian hasn't expelled Wei-xiao-gongzi, doesn't that mean Jiang-zongzhu is not possessed?"

"Yes," Lan Jingyi tries, then clears his throat. "Yes, Zidian wouldn't let its master be possessed. This must be something else."

A small voice interrupts the argument. "Wei... Wuxian?"

"Can't you call me shixiong just once, Jiang Cheng?"

"Started training first," Jiang Wanyin whispers.

"How would you know when my parents started training me? Especially since I'm older, and my mother is from a different tradition. Perhaps Baoshan Sanren starts her disciples at their hundred day celebration, hmm?"

"Stupid," Jiang Wanyin says. Then, "You're dead. Saw it."

"That was just my idiot body," the youth says with a smirk.

"Fuck you," Wei Wuxian spits.

At the noise, Jiang Wanyin's eyes flick to them. "A-Ling?"

"I'm fine, jiujiu!"

"Everyone's here because it's so rare to you lazing around," the youth says. "Do you think I could sell tickets? See Jiang Cheng take a break, only fifty tael!"

"Jiang-shixiong," Jiang Wanyin says, eyes back on the youth, taking huge rasping breaths between phrases. "Sounds better. Sixty tael, maybe."

"If he doesn't recognize you, then you don't know what this will do to him long-term," Wei Wuxian says.

"Oh, I do. I just wipe his memory every time. It keeps Jiang Cheng from digging me out of him, you know?"

"What."

The youth smiles beatifically down at Jiang Wanyin. "Did you think you got away with all of your not-quite-suicide, shidi? Did you think there wasn't a cost to being careless with yourself? Poor Pan Fu,¹ did his hero really not know what he gave his life to?"

"No!" Jiang Wanyin's fingers twitched, but even now his arm was more gore than whole. "Stop, stop. Shixiong, stop. Pan Fu, Pan Fu..."

"Still sad about that brat even now? Why am I not surprised. He wasn't even that strong of a cultivator; he just reminded you of me. Let go already."

"I raised him," Jiang Wanyin cries. "Don't, please, please."

Merciless, the youth bent down until their faces are centimeters apart. "What can you do to stop me? What have you ever been able to do against me, shidi?"

"Let me die, let me die, let me die, please let me die."

For a moment, the youth only gazes at Jiang Wanyin. "No," he says, and pours more of the forest into his shidi.

¹ Pan Fu is from this ficlet. No, Wei Wuxian wasn't jealous, why would he be? Pan Fu was simply to hand when Jiang Cheng threw himself into danger.

(To protect Pan Fu. But why should that matter? Jiang-zongzhu can't die for one of his hundreds of disciples. What would they do without him, hmm?)

#pallas.rtf #sandu-zidian #mdzs #my writing #jiang cheng

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angel1cjules · 3 months

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forbidden love pt.2

"I'd get my hands dirty in order to kiss you one more time..." PAIRING - assassin!reader x enemy's assassin!jk WARNINGS - lots of blood <3, name calling, mentions of kidnapping and r@pe, unprotected sex ( wrap it up! ), fingering, dom!jk x sub!reader, overstimulation, lots of needy kisses, forbidden relationship between jk and reader, jk would do basically anything for reader to kiss him one more time. enemies to lovers au WORD COUNT - 612 a/n - TY FOR WAITING!!! ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your screams were muffled by the hand as you desperately try and turn to look at who was doing this. You recognize those eyes, those tattoos... Is this the man from the rage room? You hit his hands with your elbow and free yourself. "What do you think you're doing princess?" he asks, moving closer to you. Your back hits the wall but still, he doesn't stop. "Who the fuck are you?" you ask, your tone low. "Jeon Jungkook. The assassin for your victim" he says with a smirk plastered across his face. No way, you were practicing in the same room as your enemy's assassin. You were unsure of what to do now. You had never been caught before because you were as agile as a swan. "I'll let you go" he said, looking deep into your eyes. The sensation of relief took over your body. Maybe he wasn't so cold-hearted like his boss. "Under one condition." he added. Never mind, he was just as cold-hearted. "What is that?" you ask. His hot breath poured all over your face. You could see some figures move further behind him. "Kiss me." he says, coldly. Your eyes widen. "What the actual fuck!?" you ask, raising your voice a little. "Do you want to live?" he asked, pushing your body closer to his. Well, he did look good. Fucking good. You liked him but how could he? He shouldn't be using this situation to his advantage. "That's so fucking messed up dude." You say while trying to push him off of you. "Come on, princess. Don't you wanna go home?" he whispers into your ear. Fuck, he was irresistable. "You know what? Tis but a scratch" you mutter as he pulls you into a kiss. The kiss was rough yet passionate. He dominated you and you gave in, swinging your arms around his neck as his arms slither around your waist. His metal lip ring adds to your experience. You finally break the kiss, leaving a string of saliva hanging between your lips. "That was amazing" he utters. Both of you were out of breath. "I'll help you climb back out" he offers. You nod. You let out a little gasp as his hands which were around your waist lift you up onto the window sill. "You good there?" he asks. "Mhm" you say quickly and jump out the window. You take a tissue out of your pocket and ponder whether you should wipe your lips. You decide against it and you walk home. TIME SKIP - 2 WEEKS LATER You walk into the familiar rage room once more. You hang up your bag and walk to the slashing room. You were in shock. Why the hell was Jungkook here? He smiled while looking at you. As if he didn't force you to kiss him 2 weeks ago. You return the smile. He comes up to you with an offer. "If I beat you in a katana duel, you have to go on a date with me" he says. You giggle and agree.

#jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #jeon jungkook

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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arrange marriage with Floyd leech?

"Excuse me, dear customer. I believe this is your order, [The Eel's Fiancé(e)] gado-gado. I hope the taste is to your liking."

The Eel's Fiancé(e)

Character(s): Floyd

Summary: You were betrothed to Floyd since childhood

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, arranged marriage, slightly Yandere!Floyd if you squint, and Floyd Leech is his own warning

Note: Floyd is really an interesting character to write, I hope I can write about him more often (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Almost all merfolk know the Leech family, one of the most influential families in the Coral Sea. Countless people want to curry favor with them, including yours. Using some mysterious methods that you don't really want to know, they somehow managed to set you up with the younger twin of the Leech family, Floyd Leech.

The first time he heard about his engagement to you, Floyd wasn't too pleased. He's a free eel, he would rather not be bound to anyone; especially to a stranger he had never met before. Therefore, on the first day you guys finally met each other, Floyd tried his best to look intimidating to scare you off so that he can get out of this arranged marriage thingy. But as soon as he lands his eyes on you, the sinister aura that surrounds him suddenly disappears when he sees how small you're compared to him. You clearly seem to be wary of him, but you still force yourself to befriend with him, even though your expression is full of objection about this whole stupid situation. It's such a funny sight, even Floyd couldn't stop himself from grinning widely. Now, his original intention to scare you away has completely disappeared; replaced by a strong desire to bully you.

Since that first meeting, Floyd has come to see you almost every day. If the two of you accidentally bump into each other, Floyd will immediately swim up to you and start shouting your name while waving his two hands enthusiastically, regardless of the surroundings. No matter how hard you try to avoid him, Floyd always manages to find you before dragging you along to play with him and his brother.

Physical touch is Floyd's love language. He likes being touchy-feely with you, but he'll be even happier if you do the same for him. Especially if you try to surprise him with your affection, such as suddenly hugging him from behind, holding his hand when walking together, or giving him a peck here and there. It may look simple and plain, but those small actions never failed to improve Floyd's mood. Believe it or not, every time you give him your affections, he will immediately show it off to the next (unfortunate) person he meets.

Floyd's mood swings are very unpredictable. If he was in a bad mood, everyone should immediately keep a distance from him. Floyd is quite violent when he's in a bad mood; anyone breathing near him would immediately get beaten black and blue, even if it's Jade or Azul. But you're the only exception. No matter how bad Floyd's mood is, he can still recognize you and will never hurt you. With a hoarse voice, he will tell you to stay away from him for a while because he's not in the mood to see other people. But if you insist on staying with him, then prepare yourself to be squeezed tightly by him until his mood improves.

There have been countless times that Floyd has almost 'pounced' on you, but luckily, he always managed to control himself at the last moment. He can't help it, all right? It's just his instinct to dominate his partner and own them completely, both body and heart. If it weren't for his mother's strict upbringing when he was a child about how he should respect his partner, Floyd would have surely gotten his way with you the moment you both were past the legal age.

Floyd never bothered to hide his relationship with you, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that the whole NRC knows about the engagement between the two of you. But every so often, there are some stupid people who don't know their position and want to test their luck by trying to approach you. Fortunately, before they could do anything funny, Floyd would appear right behind you and tell them to leave you alone (aka fuck off) with a scary grin. Days later, that same student disappeared without any apparent reason, never to appear at school again.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #gado-gado #🍽️_ordered #👀_anonymous

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 11 days

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Hello i just discovered your blog and i love it but may i request an MC who was a child of a brutally war and had like 3-5 younger siblings who died in the war and one day when they are walking around a pure-blood said something along the lines of "OH their Siblings deserved to die" and MC just losses it and straights up punch the pure-blood in the face and knocking them out, how would the HCL +Professor's react to mc in that situation? (Btw I'm sorry if this is a too sensitive topic u don't have to write it if u don't want to, XOXO have a good day or night)

A/N: not to worry, that's what the warnings are for.

HLC REACT TO MC PUNCHING A BULLY

WARNING: MC has PTSD, terrorism, blood racism, hurt/comfort

It was less of a war and more of a massacre. The slaying of muggleborns in the 1885 attack was terroristic and unjust. MC was the only survivor of their family. Their siblings were gone. All that was left was the screaming in MC's head. The screaming that kept them up at night. The screaming that told them to run....to hide...

The pure blood student laid on the floor, holding his nose. Blood poured out as the student whined. MC stood over them, fists clenched. MC's knuckles were already bruising from the force of the hit. Their breathing was fast and irregular. Their eyes were wide and blank, they seemed a thousand miles away.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He'd never seen MC move so fast. Before he could tell the instigator off himself, MC threw themselves at them and punched with enough force to break bricks. He doesn't realize the state MC's in at first, laughing and jeering at the bleeding bully.

Until he notices MC isn't laughing with him. They're strangely quiet. Shaking. He hears a Professor coming and he steers MC away from the scene. "MC? What's going on with you? ..MC?" He gets a closer look at their face and sees silent tears flowing from their wide eyes. He's seen this face before, on Anne after they found their parents dead.

He takes MC's good hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "MC. Come back to me. Come back to now. The pain is in the past, don't let it halt your future." He gently talks MC down from their episode and stays with them until they insist they're fine. Even then, he's hard to get rid of.

OMINIS GAUNT: He swears he heard bons breaking when MC's fist collided with the bully. He knew a staff member wouldn't be far away from the commotion and he immediately dragged MC away. "You shouldn't have resorted to physical violence. What that bastard said wasn't acceptable, but now you could be facing detention or worse! That sort of behavior is brutish! Just jinx them like anyone else, at the very least. ..MC?"

He'd just realized MC wasn't talking, not even trying to defend their actions. "MC..? I need you to talk to me. What's going on?" Silence. MC was as still as a statue. Their hand was clammy in his. "What they said....there's more to it, isn't there?" He didn't know the full story, but MC's silence was too loud to ignore.

He takes them to the undercroft to recover in peace and talk to them privately about what really happened.

ANNE SALLOW: She had her wand out but MC's fist was faster. "That's exactly what you deserve!" She huffs and grabs MC's good hand. "Let's go, before staff show up." She walks with them a while before asking about their hand. "Are you alright? You hit them pretty hard." She examines MC's hand. It was heavily bruised and possibly broken, but nothing a healing potion wouldn't fix.

She looks into MC's eyes and they seem to look through her. "MC? MC, it's alright. You're alright. You don't have to fight anymore. The danger has passed." She speaks soothingly until they seem themselves again. She hugs them if they let her. She has the strongest urge to comfort and cuddle.

IMELDA REYES: She sees red. How. Fucking. DARE they! MC swings once but she keeps the pain train rolling. She kicks them in the ribs. She curb stomps their stomach. She pushes them down the nearest flight of stairs and spits in their direction as they roll away.

It takes more than a minute for her to calm down and realize MC hadn't moved or said anything. "Hey...you good?" She's still breathing heavily from the adrenaline. "Let's get out of here." She gets them out to the flying lawn and pulls out her broom. "You going to use yours?" MC complied and pulled out theirs but still hasn't said anything or changed their blank expression.

"Follow me." She leads them to a high cliff away from the castle and the noise. "This is where I come to think...or scream. You look like you could do both right about now."

NATSAI ONAI: She uses depulso without her wand and the bully slides across the floor far away from them. She looks at MC with great concern. "You don't look so good. I have never seen you attack someone like that, even over pure blood nonsense. What was it they said that got to you?"

MC's tears come and it breaks her heart. MC was hurting in a bad way, she could see it in their eyes. "You were there, weren't you? This attack they mentioned." MC breaks into sobs and their knees give out. She catches them before they hit the floor and holds them close. "I am here. I am here, MC. I will not let anyone hurt you. Never again."

GARRETH WEASLEY: His eye twitches and he has to hold back the urge to bring out his wand. He couldn't curse the bully without risk, but he could do something. He drops a small green bottle on the bully's lap. "Here. It'll clear up the nose bleed. Come on, MC." He, somewhat forcefully, pushes MC away and leads them around the corner.

He smiles to himself when screams echoed down the corridor. The boils the potion gave the bully would last for weeks and be horrifically painful. "Got exactly what was coming. What does that git think he's trying to prove? Many purebloods are accepting of muggleborns. The terrorist attack all those years ago was a small extremist group and they're ALL in Azkaban or dead."

He talks and talks and talks, going off on tangents and eventually forgetting what he started talking about. It's not that he never noticed MC having a hard time, he just thought if he could distract them from it instead of drawing attention to it, he would be of more help.

AMIT THAKKAR: He's so shocked by what the bully said that he doesn't even process MC punching the daylights out of them. He just watches the bully writhe in pain on the ground. He's as still and silent as MC. Both processing what just happened.

LEANDER PREWETT: "Levioso! Descendo!" His magic throws the bully helplessly into the air and then slams them back down. They'd be lucky if they didn't have multiple broken bones. He pockets his wand and takes MC's hand. "Come on."

He takes them outside for some air. MC's outburst then sudden silence was unnerving him. "What happened in there?" He asked calmly. "He mentioned siblings of yours? Was he taking the mick or...?" His unfinished sentence hing in the air between them.

MC finally focused on him, years starting to stream down their cheeks. He could see it in their eyes, real pain. The kind of pain that makes you shut down. He doesn't know what to do so he holds their good hand and looks back into their eyes. "You're going to be alright."

"Maybe we should go..." He eventually says and he starts to walk away. MC follows and they walk in silence all the way up the astronomy tower. In the clear and cool air, they take a simultaneous deep breath. "People are rotting no matter where you go. Be it skin or blood or belief. The human superiority complex never ceases to disgust. At the very least, know that you have a friend in me, MC. I'm with you."

EVERETT CLOPTON: He throws a fogging dung bomb and he and MC escape the commotion. "Good on ya for putting that twat in his place! If you ask me, you should have just cursed them, but a punch will do." He laughs as he takes MC to a more secluded corridor.

He doesn't realize MC isn't okay until he tries to give them another one of his special dung bombs "for emergencies". Their blank expression first leads him to think they don't like the dung bombs, but when he takes a closer look at their eyes... "Oh...oh Merlin, MC, I'm sorry. I thought they were lying. Your siblings...that's why you...oh..." He awkwardly puts away the bombs and holds out his arms. "Come here, let me make it better."

POPPY SWEETING: "You really showed them. How dare they say such a thing! How horrible of a person do you have to be to believe muggleborns deserve death? Honestly! I can't even imagine what their parents are like." She spits in the bully's general direction and stands with MC as the bully slowly gets up and runs off.

"They're probably going to tell a teacher. Don't worry, I'll be your alibi. They tripped." She smirks and nudges MC with her elbow. She frowns when they don't react. "MC? Hello? Hey!" She waves her hand in front of MC and she gets more worried when MC still doesn't react.

She calms down and takes the time to examine MC's body language. Treating them like a stunned beast, she speaks softly and reassures MC that everything is okay.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #tw ptsd #hurt/comfort #tw terrorism #blood racism

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loving-azerath · 7 months

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just saw your recent post and: simon riley and sex pollen 🤭

him being like “no it’s immoral for me to do this” but his body’s saying otherwise teehee 🤭

No because LISTEN! Simon Daddy Ghost Riley would be SO CONCERNED ABOUT going too hard. He would be so desperate to fuck you but so worried about hurting you. He would be telling you to leave while holding you close to him.

Thank you to my sweet sweet Persia for talking with me about this one shot. <3

CW: DubCon (for obvious reasons), Degrading, praising, Female reader,

Normally when the guys come home from a mission there is a de-brief. Not an official one, it's you guys sitting in a circle and talking about it. Though this time you knew something was up. Price went straight to his office, locking the door. Soap and Gaz were cackling and laughing their asses off. No one informed you of what had happened. You knew though Ghost out of all would. He had a way of remaining scarily stoic during tense situation

That isn't exactly what happened though. You had knocked on his door and didn't get a response. Though you could hear the straining and the noises coming from the other side. The grunts and whines. Your cheeks flushed red at the realization of what you were hearing only it got worse when you heard your name whimpered out. That was when you knocked again. Harder. Louder. There was a more pained groan and then footsteps. Why did you do that? What did you have planned when he opened the door?

The door swings open. His balaclava still remained on his face, though he was shirtless and had the door blocking more than half of his body though you still saw the jeans. The band of his boxers.

"Gaz and Soap told me to come see you...that you could tell me what happened?" You asked

He sighed opening the door and basically pulling you inside. Your breathe hitched and your heart skipped a couple of vital beats.

"Sick of sense humor they have" He grinds out, you look up at him. The way his eyes glance over you, with what you heard brings a heat to your stomach you were used to. A flip here and a flop there with every flick of his eyes. Inhaling the scent of his room, the cologne and the wintergreen gum, the faint smell of tobacco that lingered on some of his clothes.

"What happened?" You asked softly

"Bastards were throwing vials at random. Airborne one got to Price and I" He grinds out his fingers twitches at his side. Fighting the urge to kiss you. To push you against this wall and make pretty noises come out your pretty mouth.

"Which one?" You ask, though by his reaction. By his demeanor you were sure you knew. He was less skilled at hiding the heavy lidded gaze under it. Though he was barely hiding it before.

"Sex Pollen. Bloody shit can give you a heart attack" He says sighing, you nod and blink up at him.

"Not if you....release" You struggle to say it because you know what it i insinuating and you can the tilt in his head. The slight arch of his right brow.

"You offering a hand darlin?" He asks narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. It has you gulping, tugging lightly on your bottom lip and backing up from him. The gaze seemingly controlling your actions.

"Maybe not just my hand" You say, he groans a little matching each one of your steps with one of his own until you were flush with the wall. Then with him.

"You really shouldn't have come here right now" He says his hand tracing the skin of your neck and then your shoulder. His thumb moving across your collar bone. Sending shivers down your body.

"I just wanted to know what happened" You say, it's true. Though now you found yourself wanting something so much more. "Wanted to know how you were feeling"

He chuckles softly his thumb reaching your chin and he holds it, pointing your gaze up at him.

"How I'm feeling? I am feeling like I want to fuck you against this wall until you I can't anymore. I am feeling like if you don't leave my barracks, right fuckin now. I might" He warns, yet you can't move. You aren't sure you even want to.

When you don't move his grabs onto you a little tighter, pressing against you, the warmth of his naked abdomen makes your brain short circuit. The hitched breath you pull in does the same to him.

"Darlin, last chance" He warns, yet all you do meet his eyes once again and put a hand on his chest. Not enough to push him away, more inviting than that. "Fucking hell"

The way he presses his hand to your neck, pressing you tight against the wall as he rips off his mask. Pure need and the pollen taking over every thought in his brain. His lips smashing into yours. Pulling a groan and a whimper from each of you. You practically melt against him. His heat, the heaviness of his hand on your throat. The way his other hand feels up your side and grips you tightly when he reaches your hips. It is all so dizzying. The way he presses his almost rock solid member into you.

"You knew exactly what you wanted didn't you? The moment I opened that bloody door I could practically see it written all over that beautiful fucking face" his whispered to you, his hand on your throat unmoving. His lips touching your jawline. The hand on your hip moving to the button of your jeans. His hand works like it has unbuttoned jeans by itself countless times. "Kick of your shoes. Now"

You listened and he watches you drop another inch or so. Your Combat boots always made you look taller and even when you weren't on mission you wore them with your day to day uniform. He smirks down at you. You take time to take in the features of his face before kissing you again. Slipping his tongue between your lips.

His hand moving to your waistband but you are already aiding him in removing the pants. Which causes a chuckle to vibrate lowly from his throat.

"You knew exactly...what you were fucking doing" He groans against your lips. His hand releasing from your throat. As you kick off the pants his hands slowly trace down to cup your ass. Gripping it tightly and kissing along your collar bone. Soft groans and moans escape his lips as your hands tug on his jeans. Opening the front of it up. He practically chokes on a gasp when your finger grazes his member from under his boxers.

"Fucking hell" He groans, it's like a sudden whoosh of air and then you were moved. Practically thrown on the bed watching as he moves on top of you. Kissing your lips roughly and trailing those adding in some nips at your skin as he lowers himself. "I need just a taste. I need it."

He devours you. He was indeed lying when he said he just needed a small taste because on the first touch of his tongue the moan that released from this man proved nothing but a new addiction for him. With that new addiction the man was devouring you. Fucking into his fist occasionally. The first orgasm snuck up on you, you hadn't been tensing or egging it on. It just washed over you. Your back arching and your hand moving to the nearest grip of blanket. White knuckling it as your sounds bounced off the walls.

"You sound so fucking good for me love" He groans "Need yo be in you. Can't wait any longer" He says with a growl getting onto his knees on the bed. Grabbing your hips and angling you to align with his cock. The first rut against your entrance has you both whimpering. You because you feel the head on his cock spreading you and it was the most delicious stretch you had ever had.

Him because you felt like a walking wet dream. You felt like everything he thought you would and the curses that leave his breath as she slowly pushed into you would have made a sailor retire. Not blush. Retire.

"Oh fuck you feel good" He moans, punctuating each word with a new rut as he pushes himself further. Finally sinking to to the hilt. "Fuck"

Each thrust is almost like a body slam, it leaves you slamming a hand over your mouth and moaning loudly into the palm of your hand. Looking up at the man, his veins on his arms standing out slightly, his hands gripping your hips. His face pulled into pleasure as he fucks into you.

"Gho-fuck" You tried to say his name. Though the slam of another thrusts makes you stutter.

"No no-Simon fuck darlin call me Simon" He grunts as he picks up his pace.

"Si-Simon" You moans through the stuttering of his hips and your brain. Your thought process. The moment the name leaves his thrusts get faster. Moving your leg, resting it against his body, your toes resting near his ear as he ruts into you.

His fingers move to your folds, sliding through the silky feel of them, sending jolts of pleasure to you which slowly meld into the pleasure of his thrusts. Though both unravelling you. The moans escaping your lips were almost as lewd as the sound of your bodies smacking together. The wetness from you getting all over both of your groins and thighs. Your moans turning more and more wanton has he continues to play with your already aching clit.

The ball of pleasure that has been wound so tight you could barely even think of anything else feels moments from bursting. He notices this, chuckling to himself once again.

"Oh fuck I can feel you're about to fucking cum. The way you fucking clench around me. Fucking... hell love. Fucking do it. I need to feel it." He urges you

"I want to last longer" You whined

"It won't be your last. Now fucking cum" He demands moving a hand to your throat. Tightening the grip enough to make you dizzy. The orgasm ripping through you at the same time. Strained moans an whines falling from your lips as you feel the entire wave of it crashing onto you. "Fuck oh fuck- Good fucking girl."

He didn't last too long after that. Though the thrusts turn more aggressive if that was possible. His hand snaking to your hair and pulling it to a point where he could adjust your face as he pleases.

"Look at me, I need to see those pretty fucked out eyes when I fucking cum" He groans you moaned at his words. Your face screwing into pleasure at his words alone. Every thrust was sending stars across your vision. Rising until another hard orgasm slams into you. His noises mixing with yours had you white knuckling the sheets some more. He topples over digging his fingertips so far into your hips you know there will be bruises. His body slams turning sloppy and he grinds into you further.

"Oh fuck...fucking take it" he moaned punctuation of the words followed by grinds. You could feel as he pumps inside of you. Your legs are shaking from the aftershock of the pleasure. Whimpers falling from your lips.

"Jesus Simon...your dick is fucking lethal" You deadpanned. He is panting and smirks

"Don't think I am done with you yet." He tells you

Fuck was he telling you the truth. He was far from done with you. Though he meant it in other ways than just for the night. You two fucked like this for hours. Until your body could not take anymore. you could barely move from the strain each orgasm had. Your eyelids heavy. Simon laying beside you stroking your hair with his fingers as you were falling asleep.

"Not how I wanted our first time to be." He admits, you smiled weakly at him. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it though love. Christ, you have kryptonite between your legs."

"I try" You breathe

You both had fallen asleep and chosen the next day to talk about what he meant. It was a strange beginning, but a beginning.

#pleasekillme #ghost cod #i need it #simon riley x reader #kinktober

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delaber · 2 years

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The Massage (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Despite the ache in his thigh, Bucky has been avoiding the new massage therapist for quite some time now.

Note: Okay, so due to an unnecessarily hot gif (and I mean unnecessarily hot), the original post with this story was unfortunately put in tumblr jail last night. This is a repost of that story. Please help me by spreading this fic even if you've already reblogged the original. I'd appreciate it immensely ❤️

Warnings: Smut, smut, and purely smut - with a plot! Pining, teasing, edging, Bucky is highly stimulated from his massage. Slight age kink and with a fluffy ending.

Words: 6.1K

For five months, Bucky has avoided coming here like the plague. He has made up excuses, hid in his bedroom, tried ordering all sorts of remedies online, and has even resorted to massaging the aching thigh himself, but of course Sam - the rat - had eventually had enough of his moaning and complaining, and had told on Bucky first chance he got.

Bucky knows that his annoyance towards Sam is uncalled for - that his thigh has become a nuisance, a reliability that is keeping him from performing as well in the field as he used to, but even though he has long since realised that the strain in the muscle will feel a lot better after just a few rounds of professional massage, he's still been praying every night for it to go away on its own just to avoid finding himself in exactly the situation he's in now: visiting the in-house massage therapist who also happens to have his heart beating a little faster every time she smiles at him. You.

He knows there's no way out, that he eventually has to knock on the door in front of him and step inside your office, but his heart is racing like crazy in his chest and the jump from the window right next to him might not result in a particularly comfortable landing but it will definitely be more comfortable than the hell he surely will release upon himself when he feels your touch. It's a professional setting and the things he wants to do to you are fucking far from professional! He shouldn't even be having these thoughts; you're friends - colleagues even - and he's so much older than you. It's... creepy.

"It's just an hour, it's just an hour," he closes his eyes and breathes hard, hopes it's enough to calm himself down and forget about all the wonderful self-relief sessions he's had with you painted on the back of his eyelids. "- you can behave yourself for one hour..." he sighs and reluctantly releases the tense muscles of his right arm so the closed fist falls forwards and hits the door in front of him with a bang much louder than intended.

For a second, everything goes quiet.

He hopes it's because you have forgotten all about the appointment Sam fixed between you a few days prior, but then he hears shuffling on the other side of the wall, and it doesn't take long before the door with your name written on it swings open and reveals your bright smile that immediately warms up his abdomen.

"Bucky!" you exclaim happily and make room for him in the doorway, "come on in!"

"Thanks..." he mumbles more grumpily than intended and steps inside the dimly lit room that smells like flowers, warm citrus and that massage oil that has made your fingers more softer-looking than anything he's ever set his eyes on before. It's a setup for failure.

"I'm so happy you're here! I was wondering when you'd finally stop by," you chirp happily from behind him and even though he can hear the question in your voice, he's not about to answer why he hasn't sought your help sooner. "Sam tells me you pulled a muscle in your groin a couple of months back."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and avoids looking you directly in the eye, "it's no big deal, it'll heal..."

"I kinda figured you'd say something like that," you happily tilt your head to the side and search his face, "why don't you strip down to your underwear and I'll take a look at what I can do to help you."

Oh doll, you can do so much to help me! He clears his throat and bites back the unwelcome thought as he quickly pulls off his shirt and jeans.

"Okay, so tell me," you smile at him when he sits down on the massage bed and spreads his legs out to the sides so you have easier access to the affected area. "- exactly where is the pain located?"

Ready to get this whole ordeal done and over with, he quickly points to the area on his inner thigh that feels as if someone's plunging a knife deep into the tissue every time he takes a step forwards. "Right here - but it's really not a big deal. You don't have to do this."

"It's my job," you chuckle sweetly before you direct your gaze down to the area surrounding his groin.

Immediately, Bucky can feel his face grow hot as your beautiful eyes visually inspect the skin right below the hem of his boxer shorts, and he has to keep himself from instinctively closing his legs shut in silent embarrassment.

"Hmm, you do look a bit tense..." you scrunch up your nose in concentration and the warmth in his stomach deepens. You're way too cute for your own good. " - I think I'd like to start off by loosing up the muscles around your hipbone. Could you turn around and lie down on your stomach please?" you ask and look up into his eyes with a cute little gaze. He's never had you this up close before and it's definitely doing something bad to him.

"Yep," he croaks and immediately turns around so his burning face meets the hole in the mattress below him.

He can hear you squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil from a tube next to the bed and you heat it up by rubbing it between your hands while he with closed fists and hypervigilant senses braces himself for the inevitable touch.

"Alright, Barnes. I'm gonna start touching you gently now," you say in a soft, professional tone and he cannot help but squeeze his eyes shut. "- don't worry, it'll feel good."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and desperately focuses on his jumping nerves to try and get them under control. Your words of comfort are not exactly reassuring when 'feeling good' is exactly what he's worried about...

"Here we go," you conclude in a quiet sing-song voice right before you gently put your hands on his upper thigh and start running your fingers over the tight bundle of painful muscles. It hurts at first but after just a few seconds of your fingers on his skin, he can feel the tightness slowly disappearing.

Professionally, you massage the aching tissue deeper and deeper, and Bucky feels how his jaw slowly eases up in time with the tension of his thigh. Your fingers are dancing over his lower half, squeezing the tight muscles and caressing his skin, and it doesn't take long before your warm fingers and the citrus in the air send his protective parades crumbling. Suddenly, his thigh doesn't really hurt anymore and he's so relaxed that he let's go of the tension in his shoulders too and his eyes automatically close shut without warning. A slow song is playing soothingly from somewhere in the room and while your fingers are working magic on his tissue, he feels himself disappear into it.

Your hands are slowly moving from the middle of his leg to the area right underneath the hem of his boxers, and your oily fingers suddenly slip down to his inner thigh where they warmly start kneading the skin.

You move his leg a little out to the side and briefly press in on a point near his crotch that has him soaring! Sweetheart, it feels so good, he almost groans and melts into the mattress when he suddenly feels a stray finger touch an even more sensitive area on his already burning skin. Ah fuck! He has to stop himself from whimpering as your warm palms soothe his sore muscles while the soft pad from your stray finger gently rubs and touches the sensitive spot on his gracilis muscle right where it attaches to the back of his pelvis. Shit, he feels amazing! He just wants your soft, oily hands to stay on him forever! Just wants them to rub and tug and slip further and further down between his thighs until they eventually slip inside his boxers and feel the warm, pulsing area where he really wants your touch! And if he's lucky, you might just ask him to flip around onto his back so you can climb on top of him in your cute little uniform and pull back the skin at the tip of his cock with your hands. Or your mouth. Or your glistening, tight, wet pussy. Fuck!

He hisses.

Involuntarily, and because he's so relaxed, he's accidentally managed to excite himself a little too much and now there's nothing he can do to stop it! He wants to - but oh God he can't! So when he feels the blood rush from his stomach and down to the only region he does not want it right now, he can only lie there and panic in silence.

He feels himself grow hard in time with his blurring vision and he wants to tell you to stop your motions, to let go of him and leave the room pronto, but how the hell is he supposed to do that without giving himself and his treacherous dick away? You can never know the effect you have on him! You're so sweet, and so young and innocent, and he's almost fucking forty! Fuck, he's sweating like crazy!

Blissfully unaware of the inner battle going on inside Bucky's head, you keep massaging his thigh heavenly, and even though he tries so hard to think of something else - anything else! - he can only think of the soft touch you're providing... Your hands are so warm and so oily and he's growing harder and harder by the second while your innocent fingers dance only mere inches away from his not so innocent erection.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

"Barnes, are you okay?" You ask him gently and slow down your movements so your hands almost come to a halt when you feel him tensing up, "- do you want me to ease up a little?"

"No, no, it's fine," he breathes and feels a fresh surge of blood streaming down to his crotch when your fingers stroke his thigh affectionately to get him to relax. As long as he stays on his front, it shouldn't be an issue. He has time to make the raging boner go away before you ask him to turn around.

"Okay, good. Let me know if you need a break," you hum and touch him gently while he thinks of baseball, of cold cups of coffee and stale crackers, of Sam's oldie slippers and the stain on the floor below him - anything to try and control the relentless erection that is pulsing and screaming and begging to be touched!

But no matter how hard he tries, his erection won't calm down. Not when you're touching him so sweetly.

"Alright Barnes," you say after a few of his panicked minutes and slowly take a step backwards. "Could you turn around for me please?"

Fuck...

He opens his eyes and fixates his gaze on the stain below him as his face heats up. "T-turn around?" he gulps and feels how his entire body suddenly seems to be impatiently pulsing along with the prominent erection.

"Yeah, I'd like to take a look at your groin now that we've loosened your muscles up a bit."

Jesus fucking Christ, he's sweating balls! How's he ever going to recover from this?

"You know what? It already feels better thanks!" he tries and hopes he sounds convincing and not too panicked.

"Yes, well you've been lying down for twenty minutes," you chuckle, "- it'll come back as soon as you start moving, trust me."

"I can always come back tomorrow if it acts up again."

"We both know you won't..."

"No, I promise. It already feels so much better!"

"Barnes, what's wrong?"

Fuck, there's truly no way out...

"Sweetheart," he clenches his eyes shut and prepares himself for your terrible reaction to what he's about to confess, "I have a bit of a - uh - a... problem..."

"A problem? What kind of problem?" you sound concerned, and if it hadn't been for the horrible situation he's in, his chest would've probably swelled with pride that you care for him.

"It's a - uhm, shit - it's a... guy's problem."

"Oh?" You become quiet for half a second and he can practically hear how the gears in your head turn until the penny suddenly drops. "Oh!" you let go of him as if you've been scorched by fire and he suddenly feels so much worse. Poor woman.

"Yep," his voice is thick and awkward, and he wishes he had jumped out the window when he still had the chance. Now he's gonna scare you away for good and it's all Sam's fault!

"Hey - hey, it's okay," you reassure him softly and put a hand down between his shoulder blades when his entire body goes rigid with shame. "Barnes, it's a perfectly normal reaction to a massage in that area! Please don't feel embarrassed about it - you're not the first client in here who's been experiencing a problem. Sometimes it just happens."

He feels a weird pang of jealousy when he thinks about how your sweet, innocent hands have made some of his male friends at the compound as raging horny as he is right now. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that it doesn't have anything to do with the massage itself and everything to do with the person who's giving it.

"Come on, just turn around for me, okay? I won't hold it against you. I know it's nothing personal."

But it is, he thinks to himself before he with a tight-lipped smile and clenched jaw turns around on the massage table. He knows you well enough to know that you won't let him go before you've looked at his thigh.

He gulps when he sees how tightly his boxers are draped over his hips and the massive erection is standing like a fucking pole vaulter in the air between you. "Jesus fuck, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," you smile professionally while looking anywhere than directly at his embarrassing vulnerability. "Maybe it's better if you sit?"

"Yeah, yeah maybe," he sighs in defeat and swings his legs over the side of the mattress as he pathetically tries to readjust himself so the erection tucked inside his grey boxers does not look as prominent as it did while lying down.

"You good?" you ask when he stops shuffling and he quickly nods in return. "Good - you wanna continue?"

Not really. "Yeah, whatever."

"Alright," you step over to him and professionally fix your gaze on his thigh, "could you spread your legs apart a little?"

"Sure," he does as he's told while clearing his throat, pretty sure that his entire face is currently a mixture between plum- and beet-coloured.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay?" you smile reassuringly and slowly reach your hands forwards.

"Mm-hmm," he clenches his jaw shut to avoid involuntary sounds when your small fingers finally touch his thigh again and you quickly resume your massage with a professional expression slapped across your face.

Carefully, you move the hem of his boxers a little upwards and squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil into the palm of your hand before you make the mistake of looking him deep in the eye as your fingers find his skin again. The look you're sending him is giving him goosebumps and you gulp and briefly look away when he involuntarily hisses at the touch.

"Barnes, you - uh - you want a towel or something?" You ask and he can practically hear the discomfort in your voice.

More embarrassed than he's ever been, he looks down at himself and notices how the entire front of his boxers is now soaked in pre-cum. "Oh god!" He instinctively pulls his hand over to cover up the huge wet stain and feels how his ears grow impossibly warm. "Fuck, I am so, so sorry."

"It's okay," you hand him a small white towel to cover himself with.

"God, I'm so fucking embarrassed," he drops the cloth down into his groin and wishes he could disappear down into the mattress instead of facing this absolute hellish nightmare! "You must think I'm such a creep..."

"No it's alright," you smile sheepishly and start working on his thigh again, clearly feigning a professional attitude.

He sighs. He cannot believe he's doing this to you.

"Barnes don't worry, okay? I know you're a nice guy."

"Still..." he clenches his eyes shut as your small fingers find one of the sensitive spots on his inner thigh underneath the hem of his boxers and has to lock his jaw to avoid giving out a groan.

He can hear how you chuckle lightly from behind the stars that are blinking on the back of his eyelids.

"I'm glad you're amused."

"Sorry, sorry," you snigger softly, "I've just never seen you this discomposed before. I'll be quick so we can get you back to your room to take care of it," you joke to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, thanks," he gulps and feels how yet another drop of precum leaves his leaking head when you press in on the spot again. He's so turned on he can feel his nostrils dilating, his thighs shaking, and he just wants to fucking reach inside his underwear and fuck his fist until he comes! God, this is so much worse than anything he could've ever imagined! He's going to kill Sam for this!

"Wow, you're really having a hard time," you smile a little to yourself as you steal a glance up at his pained expression.

"Give me a break, sweetheart," he groans with eyes snapped shut in embarrassment, "Your lubed-up hands are basically on my crotch and let's be honest," he gulps and slowly opens his eyes again, "- you're not exactly displeasing to look at."

Your eyes widen slightly at his confession before a proud smile tugs the corners of your mouth upwards. "What Barnes?" you chuckle proudly to yourself, "- you like the way I look?"

"Come on, don't pretend you don't notice half the guys here staring at you."

"Okay you got me there," you laugh sweetly and direct your attention back to your steady working hands, "I have noticed a few stray glances here and there - I just haven't noticed any from you, so yeah, I'm a bit surprised."

"Well, you can take this as confirmation that I like looking at you too," he awkwardly points to the throbbing erection between you. He figures it's better to discuss the elephant in the room instead of ignoring it. Maybe you can have a laugh about it later...

God, he hopes so.

"Hey, come on," you tilt your head to the side when you see his pained expression, "stop beating yourself up. It's a relaxed atmosphere in here and with the aromas and the music, I understand that some guys let go. It's completely normal."

"No, sweetheart, it's not," he sighs. "I don't know. At least not for me."

"It's not?" You chuckle while still working on his thigh.

"This has never happened before, I swear."

"So the fear of getting an accidental erection isn't the reason why you've avoided coming here?"

"No, sweetheart," he sighs and adjusts himself on the mattress, "it's not."

"So -" you bite your lower lip and fix your gaze on an undefined spot on his thigh to avoid his eye. "- if I understand you correctly; what you're basically saying is that you're hard because of, well, me?"

"Yep," he sucks in a breath of air when he feels your movements still and he braces himself for the angry rejection before he looks over at you. You're staring at him wide-eyed and doe-like with your mouth hanging a little open, not sure how to respond to his confession.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, "you must think I'm a total asshole..."

"No, no, no, not at all..." you shake your head and clear your throat while sending him a nervous glance. "I think you're quite cute, actually..."

His mind goes completely blank. He's been called many things in his life, but never that.

"...cute?"

"Yeah," you nod quietly. "I - uhm - I guess I've been having this teensy tiny crush on you so - uhm - yeah," you smile, all flustered, "- you know."

"You have a crush on me?"

"Yeah," you scrunch up your nose and lick your lips. "I mean... look at you," you gesture to nothing in particular, and he can feel his chest go all warm with pride as you look him over.

"So you're not freaked out?"

"No, no not at all," you admit with a shake of your head. "You've been driving me up the wall for ages, you know."

"I - I have?"

"Yeah..." you nod, "I've actually been hoping you'd stop by here so I'd have an excuse to, you know, touch you," you admit and now it's your turn to look embarrassed. "It's wildly unprofessional, I know."

"No, no you're good. You're being very professional about... this," he nods while pointing to his crotch. "I swear, if I wasn't so insanely attracted to you, I wouldn't be so... bothered."

"Yeah, you do look a bit flushed," you give him a crooked smile.

"I know..."

"So..." you bite your lower lip again and move in close enough for him to hear your heartbeat, to suddenly smell that you're aroused too and it's driving him absolutely insane! "...I have a crush on you," you stroke his thigh affectionately, "- and you have a crush on me."

He nods and scoots a little closer to you, careful not to scare your hand away from its close proximity to his crotch. "What are we gonna do about that?" he pants and puts a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and hoping to dear God that you'll let him kiss you.

"I don't know," you whisper and lean in close, stopping with your lips mere inches from his and with huge doe eyes staring straight at him.

"My god," he groans and runs his thumb over your cheek again, "you are beautiful," he whispers and slowly moves his face until his lips finally come into contact with yours.

The kiss starts off slowly. Bucky is careful not to pressure you into anything and simply just concentrates on the feeling of your impossibly soft lips on top of his. It's pillowy and wet, sensual and sexy and he's strung along, never wanting to let go of you.

"Peach," he whispers when your mouth strays away from his and starts moving down his jaw and throat. "Peach, you don't have to do this. Please don't feel pressured into anything just because I'm excited okay?"

"I'm excited too," you whisper and carefully place your hand on the tight bulge at the apex of his thighs so a bolt of lightening shocks through him. "- my excitement is just not as visible as yours," you place a wet kiss on top of his jugular. "You don't have to go back to your room to take care of this, you know," you bite back a smile as you stroke over his tight balls so his Adam's apple bounces uncomfortably in his throat.

"Sweetheart," he pants, not sure if this is really happening or if the sudden rush of blood to his crotch has him imagining things.

"I can help you..." you say quietly and move your palm over him so he gives out an involuntary groan.

"Doll," he sucks in some air and stutters his hips upwards, silently begging for more.

You understand his cue, and you lean in close so you can lick the shell of his ear as your fingers find their way underneath his waistband. As soon as your oily fingers come into contact with his burning skin, he can no longer hold back the moan that's been sitting on the edge of his throat for a good half hour now and he once again stutters his hips upwards when you close your fist around him and start stroking him slowly.

"Sweetheart," he groans against your skin and you give out a noticeable shudder when his hands snake under your shirt so he can caress the soft skin of your stomach. "Oh my God!" he whines and runs his nails over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You like this?" you whisper and tug his earlobe between your teeth.

"Fuck yes! I've been thinking about touching you since the first time I saw you."

"Yeah?" You pant against him and reach down to cup his balls with one hand while the other continuously strokes up and down his veiny shaft. "Been thinking of me all wet and naked for you?"

"Fuck," he whimpers and finds your pebbled nipples underneath your shirt and roll them between his fingers. "Yes."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"Your mouth," he breathes and pinches your nipples between his fingertips, "your slutty little mouth. All wet and tight for me."

"My mouth?" you giggle against him and gently bite down on his earlobe so he gasps loudly, "want me to make your little fantasy come true?"

"Oh god, yes doll! Please," he whimpers and you immediately drop to the floor between his open thighs, sitting on your knees and strutting your ass as you grab him by the root, rubbing his cock over your cheek and lips as he whines above you.

"Is this what you wanted?" you send him a wide-eyed look while your pink tongue finally pushes past your plump lips and lick the underside of his almost purple head.

"Fuck! Yes, yes doll! Please suck me" He hisses and feels his toes buzz when your tongue slowly runs over the slit at the tip, "ah baby!" he groans and watches how you flatten your tongue and wetly licks him all over his leaking head. "Please put me in your mouth, please!"

"I like you begging," you pant and lick him from root to tip, ending the long lap by closing your lips fully around him.

"Oh god, oh fuck," he shoots his head backwards, never looking away from the angel between his legs. Spit and precum is running down the side of his shaft and he swears, he's never felt this amazing before. He's about to explode just looking at you!

"Mmh," you hum around him, sending beautiful vibrations through his cock and all the way down to his balls.

"Look at you," he groans sinfully and notices how you clench your thighs together when he reaches forwards and strokes your cheek, "such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Are you getting all wet as you suck my cock?"

"Mmh," you nod with a muffled confirmation as your plump lips slide from base to tip and back down again.

"Ah - shit doll," he hisses while completely giving himself into you as he grabs your chin and strokes you affectionately.

"Mmh, Bucky," you whisper his name so sweetly and move your face so you can lap at his balls.

He throws his head backwards as your tongue stroke over the tight skin while your hand pumps him slowly. "Jesus fuck sweetheart," he moans and puts a finger under your chin forcing you to look back up at him. "Get up here. Now!"

Excitedly, you give him a hard suck before your let go of him with a soft pop and obediently oblige his command by climbing up on the mattress next to him.

"Mmh, look at what you're doing to me," he chuckles and leans in close so he can finally taste your lips again. Immediately, your tongue is inside his mouth and it's so wet and so warm that he grows even harder even though he didn't think it possible.

His hand snakes under your shirt again and you give out a small whine when he pulls it over your head.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he pushes your breasts out of your bra and starts toying with your nipples. "It's crazy," he mumbles as he lies you down on the mattress and sucks your perky nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around the bud.

Immediately, you arch your back and give out a sinful moan that reverberates through the dimly lit room and vibrates around his tighter than ever balls.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against your skin and moves to the other nipple while his hand finds your panties underneath your white skirt. "God, you're already so wet for me," he whimpers and pushes his fingers underneath the hem of the soaked fabric so he can touch your warm skin.

"All for you," you arch your back and moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you, moving them rhythmically so they squelch and squeeze around your g-spot. You whimper and close your eyes, enjoying the sensations he's sending through your body, the tingle of warm flames that lick at the bottom of your spine.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he repeats and licks your neck, "You deserve it."

"I want you inside of me," you moan and tug at his hair, the sensation deliciously toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispers and drags his teeth over your collarbone while his fingers pulsate inside of you.

"Yes!" You whine and pull at his hair again as a particularly loud moan escapes you.

"Oh sweetheart," he groans when his fingers slide out of you to the tune of a disappointed little whimper falling from your open mouth. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up," he kisses your collarbone and looks down between your sweating bodies as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself half inside, giving himself a second to get used to the tightness that you provide. "Oh god," he whispers and pushes himself a little further inside, "fuck you're so sexy!"

"Fuck me, Bucky," you reach up and caress his chin as you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass and pushing him closer to you.

Suddenly, he's buried to the hilt. "Fuck me," he whispers and starts moving rhythmically to the sound of you squelching around him. "You are so fucking sexy!" He bites your nipples again, moving his hips slowly, sensually. "It's been so goddamn frustrating pretending that I'm not attracted to you when all I've been wanting to do is fuck you in every possible position around the compound."

"Yeah, think of what the others would say if they knew about this."

He gives out a whimper and can feel himself twitching inside of you at the thought before he starts rutting his hips faster, his hips snapping relentlessly into yours.

"You like that?" You smile naughtily and grab his ass, "you like that you're not supposed to fuck me?"

"Yes," he admits with a grunt and rolls his hips sensually, desperate for more friction.

"You like that I'm so young?" You clench tightly around him. "Wow, imagine what Sam would say! He would be so angry, you know that!"

"Fuck!" He gasps and falls forwards so his metal hand lands beside your head. He's close now, he can feel how every muscle of his body tenses up and he knows he just needs a few more snaps of his hips and he's coming - so he pulls out.

Panting relentlessly, he looks down at his throbbing dick, concentrating hard on not cumming all over the beautiful woman in front of him who's still whining and begging for his touch. "Not yet, not yet, not yet," he pants to himself and takes a deep breath before looking back at you. "Shit, you are so beautiful," he licks his lips and fixates his glance on your tiny fingers disappearing inside yourself.

Without thinking, he immediately falls to his knees on the floor beside the mattress and starts planting small, peppery kisses to the insides of your legs. You're soaking wet, moist all the way down your thighs, and he scratches his beard along the soft skin as he pushes your small fingers away, instead introducing his own digits and tongue to your swollen clit. "Mmh, baby," he mumbles against your wet skin and licks you all the way from hole to clit, giving the latter a hard suck that have you trembling above him.

You're tugging at his hair with one hand, pinching your nipples with the other as you arch your back and moan his name in time with the fingers he's thrusting in and out of you while lapping at your sex.

"Bucky, I'm so close," you whimper with eyes closed, your chest rising and falling in steady beats underneath your soaked nipples.

"Come for me," he whispers against your skin and ruts his hips into nothing while his fingers and tongue are working you expertly.

Your moans are rising in pitch and he can feel how you clench more and more around his fingers until it's so tight he's almost pushed out of you. "Bucky!" You half-moan, half-scream as you fall over the edge burying your fingers in his hair and - oh God, he's cumming too!

Without even being touched, cum is shooting out of him and pattering all over the linoleum flooring below his knees while his fingers and tongue are buried inside of you, and you pull so sweetly at his hair in desperation.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He grunts and ruts his hips into thin air as he keeps cumming even after you've released your hard grip around his hair. "Oh my god," he shoots back his head and can feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temple when he finally comes down from his high again. "Oh shit, oh fuck! Sweetheart, I - I just came all over your floor."

"It's okay," you smile blissfully and remove your fingers from his scalp, "I'll clean it up before... shit, SAM!" your sit up straight, eyes wide with horror. "Shit!" you hiss again and immediately scramble to the floor, looking at your watch and collecting your clothes from all over the room. "I have Sam coming for a massage in three minutes!"

"Not the kind of massage I just had, I hope" Bucky sniggers and quickly wipes up his cum with the towel he'd used to cover his erection.

"Don't worry, those are reserved just for you," you chuckle and pull your shirt over your head.

"I sure hope so," Bucky smiles boyishly and dresses quickly, stealing several glances over at you as you fix your makeup in the mirror in the corner. "Does - does Sam get erections when he's here?" he asks. He cannot help himself, he has to know. The thought alone has his guts squeeze uncomfortably at his insides.

"Are you kidding me? Sam sees me as a little sister, he would never!"

"Yeah, true," Bucky chuckles in relief and pulls on his shoes, "...Hey, uh, I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed this."

"Me too," you turn around and smile blissfully at him, "very much."

"You wanna - you wanna do it again?"

"Yeah," you snigger and lean your hip against the table he had you naked upon no more than a couple of minutes ago, "yeah, I wanna do this again! I think maybe fixing your thigh is gonna be a long process!"

"Yeah?" He smiles broadly at the joking expression you're wearing, "Same time tomorrow then?"

"God, yes! Can't wait," you laugh and give out a happy sigh as you cutely bite your lower lip. "Now run along before Sam comes barging in!" you chuckle, "I thought you wanted to keep this secret."

"Yeah... at least for a little while," he shrugs and feels his head go dizzy when you smile broadly at him.

"See you later, Barnes."

"See you sweetheart," he chuckles and winks at you before he's out the door.

As soon as he steps into the cold hallway, he's met by a sour looking Sam who's occupying one of the chairs outside your office, his arms crossed firmly around his chest as he angrily stares at Bucky. "How long have you been here?"

"I came ten minutes early," Sam hisses through gritted teeth and Bucky can almost see the angry fumes radiating from his friend's scalp. "- what the hell was that?"

"What?"

"Bucky, you better not be doing what I think you just did in there!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Man, what the hell is the matter with you?" Sam stands up, his angry vein already popping threateningly above his temple.

"What? You're the one who said I should go see her!"

"Yeah! For a massage!"

"I did get a massage!"

"Jesus Christ, Bucky! You're old enough to be her granddad!"

Weirdly enough, it just turns him on even more.

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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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