#(which was like 5 inches from my gut)

[onioneyez]

SANDHILL CRANES SCARE LOCAL ONION TRYING TO GET HOME IN TIME TO SAVE DEMOCRACY* (*vote in the state primary)

[animasola86]

🐺 A KNOT TO REMEMBER

m!werewolf x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 7.6k

In search of some fresh air, you stumble through a beautifully arranged garden. The full moon shows the path, or so you think, until you find yourself face-to-face with something very large and very hairy.

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Werewolves! Abduction! Dubcon? Knotting! Breeding! Cum inflation! Fluff? (READ ON AO3!)

A/N: This is part 4 of my CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! 1 🔸 2 🔸 3 🔸 4 🔸 5 🔸 6 This is OPTION 3 - but can be read individually, let me just set the scene.

CONTEXT: You were invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and on your search for the bathroom, you come to a long hallway full of doors, and you decide to go through the door at the end of it, thinking some fresh air would be preferable now.

When you walk through the door, a cold breeze passes by you, making you rub your exposed arms. It's been a mild October thus far, so you didn't bring a jacket. All you have is the red cape that gives your costume its name. Pulling it around your shoulders, you follow the short hallway to another set of doors that lead you straight outside. The fresh air is numbing, but also strangely clearing, and the deeper you inhale, the steadier you feel.

The full moon stands high in the sky, illuminating a beautiful garden before you. You see rows of neatly trimmed hedges, large flower pots and other intricately laid out plant arrangements fit for the season, broken up by either a bench or a little lamp casting additional light into the dark night, with a narrow gravel path snaking through the vast grounds.

You decide to walk off the strange feeling in your guts. With your hood over your head, you quickly feel warmer again. The low thump of the music from the house quiets down with every step you take away from it, deeper into the garden. Soon you find yourself in the middle of a maze, with hedges too high to look over, and paths just wide enough to walk through comfortably. A sinking feeling grips you as you keep walking, but everything looks the same.

Quickening your steps, you feel your heart beating harder in your chest. Good idea to walk through a maze in the freaking dark, you scold yourself, but before you can think of a clever retort, you suddenly hear a strange howling noise, seemingly far away, probably past the forest surrounding the house. It still makes your blood run cold. You stop in your tracks, listening hard, but all you can hear is your own rapid heartbeat and the gentle swish of the wind through the leaves around you, there are no animal sounds, no owls hooting, no insects chirping, no critters running about.

Just eerie silence – until another howl cuts through the night, making you gasp. This time it's much closer, louder, and without even thinking, you turn around, trying to run back to the house, knowing you shouldn't be out here in the first place. Your flight instinct is cut short when you run blindly into... something. Something solid, big, warm...

Stumbling back, you look up with wide eyes, panting heavily, and when you see what you ran into, you freeze, holding your breath, shock settling into your limbs. It's a wolf. As tall as a man. Wait, it is a man, he's standing on his hind legs, but he's got the head of a wolf, with a long snout, sharp eyes and teeth, fluffy ears and all a wolf would have, but below his wide shoulders he may just be a very hairy man, muscular, bulky even, despite the rough looking dark fur covering every inch of his massive body, very intimidating, and he also has a long bushy tail swishing lazily behind him. When he speaks, which surprises you, his voice rumbles through the air like thunder.

“Are you lost, little girl?” he asks, tilting his large head.

You stare up at him with your lips parted, too dumbstruck to process anything. ��I... uh... yeah,” you mumble, eyes scanning the large figure in front of you frantically. He really is very hairy, hairy enough he doesn't even need clothes you notice. “I think... I mean... the house is right there, isn't it?”

The wolf man turns around before a low chuckle escapes him. “Not quite. You went a little too far, didn't you, Little Red?”

You blink at the nickname, but then remember your costume – and your initial disappointment that there hasn't been any wolf at the party to match your freak. Well, now you've found him, or he you. And his costume is impressive. Might just be one of those fur suits, one of the more realistic looking ones, because the way he stares down at you almost feels a little too realistic. It's not a mask, is it? But it probably is, it has to be. The alternative would mean he is a real werewolf, and you know that those things don't exist.

Right?

Swallowing hard, you take a cautious step backwards. He moves with you, his imposing body getting closer again, threateningly. You let out a scared little whimper.

“Oh, don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you. Not too much anyway,” he adds with a low growl that might have been a laugh. You don't feel like laughing back.

“A-are you –” you stammer, your shoulders shaking with how frantic your chest rises and falls. “A... a... you know... a werewolf?”

He tilts his head again, putting his large hands (paws?) onto his hairy hips as he watches you curiously. “What do you think?” he rumbles, licking his long tongue around his muzzle, showing off razor sharp teeth that gleam in the moonlight. Nope. That's not a mask. This is fucking real.

“Oh God!” you cry out, and in your panic you turn around and run, nothing but terror pulsing through your body as you stumble headlessly through the darkness, away from whatever monster you just encountered. In your haste to round another corner of the maze, your cape gets caught by some thorns, ripping right off you, but you keep running, fleeing into the night.

“He won't help you here,” you hear the deep voice behind you, rapid footsteps following you before you feel a rush of air that knocks you right over. Or rather it's the wolf jumping onto your back, crashing you into the hard ground beneath you. You scream in shock, the pain only registering a few seconds later when you feel your knees scraping open and your palms rubbing over rough gravel.

You squirm in desperation, wailing helplessly beneath him. His hot breath hits your nape, and you freeze immediately, stiffening in fear. He sniffs your hair, and then you feel something warm and wet along the side of your neck. He's licking you, coaxing a sorrowful whine out of your throat.

“Shh, it's alright, little one. Don't be scared. No need to run from me. Wouldn't you say we were destined to meet?” His voice vibrates through you as he presses his snout against the side of your head while his large hands rub along your sides, his strong thighs bracketing your hips, his weight pushing you deeper into the ground. “My little Red Riding Hood...” he continues, poking his wet nose against your cheek. “Weren't you looking for your wolf too?”

You can only wail pathetically, too panicked to consider his words. “Please... no...”

He huffs a warm breath against your skin. “Well, it can't be helped. Fate brought us together. You are mine now,” he says in his deep voice, and suddenly he moves back, off your body, giving you a moment to breathe, but only so long before he grips you around the waist and throws you over his hairy shoulder. At first you're too shocked, then you start squirming and struggling in his hold, gripping his fur, slapping his broad back, kicking your feet. But it feels hopeless. He is just too big, too strong, holding your thighs together with only one hand.

A deep sigh sounds from him as he walks you further into the darkness, ignoring your weak attempts to fight back. Eventually you go limp in his hold, hanging upside down as you do, quickly feeling all the blood rushing into your head, adding to the nausea you felt earlier. Your fingers dig into his pelt, and you're surprised to find it rather soft. Not as rugged as it initially looked.

It doesn't help much to focus on the texture of his fur when you suddenly feel a change in elevation as he carries you down a set of stairs. Then your world is spinning once more when he pulls you off his shoulder, unceremoniously throwing you onto the ground. You land hard, with all the air being pushed out of your lungs, groaning as you roll onto your side, raspy breaths rattling in your tight throat. Before you can take a look around, something drapes over your head.

You cry out, frantically gripping whatever fabric is blocking your vision, only to find it's your red cloak. Staring at it after you've pulled it off your head, you frown.

“Put it on,” the large wolf man tells you in his gruff voice, and you frown even more. “And ditch the rest of your clothes.”

“What?” you gasp out and sit up quickly, looking at him with wide eyes, your heart beating faster.

“Do it yourself or I'll rip them off for you,” he replies, glaring down at you.

“W-why?” you stammer, hugging the cloak to your chest protectively.

An exasperated grunt escapes him. “Why do you think? It's the full moon, and that means one of two things: one, I either find a victim to eat... or two, one to eat out and fuck senseless. I figured you'd prefer the second option.”

Your lips part in a mixture of indignation and shock. Confusion is in there too. You should have known it would come to this, why else would he have carried you away, into his lair presumably, definitely not to talk. He told you not to be scared, but that was probably just a ploy to calm you down some. You are now far from it as hysteria grows within your fluttering stomach.

It's not necessarily the prospect of sex with a stranger, but this guy is a freaking wolf. A werewolf. An animal. Isn't that bestiality or something? And don't werewolves have special... cocks? You feel your cheeks warming up badly as your mind wanders, as do your eyes, lower down his large body, but before you can look for any genitalia between all that fur, you huff a grunt and look away, shaking your head.

“Hmm, you wanna make this difficult, little one?” he growls, slowly stalking closer until he's crouching in front of you, his large hands finding your shoulders, his claws pressing threateningly against your skin. “You should consider yourself lucky I think you're too cute to eat.”

You look back at him, into those dark eyes, his long snout so close to your face you can feel the warm breath on your chin. A shiver crashes through you, and to your biggest embarrassment, there's a throb between your legs, a familiar warmth settling in your core. You press your lips into a thin line and avert your eyes again. He exhales against your face.

“Well?” he huffs.

“You... you're a wolf...” you mumble in response, squirming in his hold. “How... how's that gonna work?”

His laugh catches you off guard. “Oh, little one, don't worry. I still have all the hardware needed for this, trust me. I bet you'll enjoy it more than you think...”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you blink slowly before focusing your eyes on his large head once more. You have to give it to him. He could have just taken you, taken what he wanted, ripped your clothes off and pounded into you like the feral beast he is, but he actually seems to ask for your consent in a way, or at least gives you time to consider it, which only adds to your confusion. The worst thing about it, is that your body already knows the answer.

He suddenly moves his snout, pressing his wet nose against your neck and sniffs, and you feel both ashamed and angry with yourself that he can probably smell your arousal as well. In an attempt to distract him from it, your hands shoot up as you dig your fingers into the thick fur of his chest, trying to push him away. He leans back and watches you curiously. You're breathing harder as you face him and the things that are bound to happen.

You can't fight him, he's too strong. From what you can see, he's brought you into some kind of basement and probably locked you in as well. There's no use trying to escape. You are here now, in his clutches, and he may be a werewolf with werewolf anatomy, but he's also talking and when you ignore the large wolf head, you can try to convince your mind that he's just a very hairy man.

And you did come to this party to let loose, to enjoy yourself, to experience an adventure. You had no idea it would turn into a sex adventure, but here you are. And if the alternative is being eaten alive by a monster, than what are you waiting for? Inhaling deeply, you let go of him and move your shaking hands to the buttons of your blouse, slowly undoing one by one as you keep him in your sight, while your heart beats faster with every inch of skin you expose to him.

He leans back on his haunches, his snout seemingly morphing into a wide smile. “What a good girl,” he growls, licking his sharp teeth.

You swallow hard as you continue to strip for him, until your chest is bare and you fidget to get your skirt over your hips in your sitting position. A yelp escapes you as he suddenly grabs your waist and pulls you up, lifting you effortlessly as he stands up to his full height, holding you in front of him like a frightened kitten with your feet dangling in the air. You don't fight it anymore, you just look up at him, blushing as you notice his hungry stare wandering up and down your naked body.

He sets you to the ground again, gentler this time, then leans down to grab the cape and slowly drapes it around your shoulders, his large hands/paws fumbling to try to bind the string into a loop. You reach up, your small hands brushing against his furry digits, before you fasten the bow yourself, keeping the cloak from sliding down again. It does give you a bit of security, even though it leaves your front fully exposed to him. You should probably feel worse about this, but despite a heavy blush creeping down your chest, you try to remain as still as you can, forcing yourself to play along, not wanting to provoke him into eating you after all.

He huffs a satisfied grunt before he grabs you again and lifts you onto his arms. You hold onto his furry shoulders as you gasp softly from the sudden motion. Breathing harder, you focus on him instead of your surroundings, it would only make you want to find an escape route if you knew where he was taking you. First you have to finish this, satisfy the beast, and once he's sated and done with you, hopefully too exhausted to follow you, you could try to sneak away. That is the plan anyway.

You just hope you won't enjoy your predicament too much.

His heavy footsteps echo through the basement, and before you know it, he's throwing you down again, a little bit gentler and this time onto a softer surface, not a bed, but an assortment of thick blankets and pelts on the floor. There's even some straw beneath it all. Primitive, as you would expect from a beast snatching up random women in the night. Even though you may not have been as random as you think.

Fumbling to untangle the cape that got caught around your neck, you look towards him as he stalks closer, bent over like the monster he is, an imposing figure, a terrifying sight that makes goosebumps ripple over your exposed skin. When he suddenly prances forward, you yelp in surprise, trying to scoot back, but his large hands find your thighs, pinning you down and spreading your legs, and with your mind still reeling, you don't even have time to comprehend his next move until you feel his hot breath right against your center.

“No... wait...” you wail quietly, your hands shoving at his large head, but he doesn't budge, and when he opens his large maw and extends his long tongue, you watch him in both terror and with a strange fascination before a deep moan is ripped from your throat as you feel that same tongue lapping along your slit, parting your folds with a strength that makes you throw your head back. “Oh...”

Your fingers dig into the fabric of your cloak that's fanned out around you as you start bucking your hips up, a motion you didn't plan, it just happened, a reflex, a response to the urges boiling within you. It should feel strange to have this beast devour you like this, in a way you never expected, but it also feels too good to fight it anymore. His tongue is hot and wet and large enough to lick up your entire sex, all the way from your puckered hole to your throbbing clit. A single swipe leaves you absolutely breathless, writhing at the edge of pleasure.

He sure knows what he's doing.

And he keeps doing it until you dissolve into nothing but a mewling mess, a puddle of boneless limbs on the makeshift bed, moaning and gasping as the sensations crash through your nerves. On the peak of your orgasm he starts moving his tongue differently, pushes deeper between your folds, and before you know it you can feel it slipping into your clenching cunt, coaxing a strangled squeak out of you.

You hear and feel him huffing against you, low grunts that vibrate through your entire body, enhancing the feeling of his warm snout between your trembling legs. He moves the muscle deeper, laps at your squishy walls, presses into every crevasse he can reach, and all you can do is tilt your hips and contort before him, riding out the most intense orgasm you may have ever had. Most special one also.

Despite your mind turning into mush, filling up with cotton, you still wonder if this may just be a dream. The strangest one for sure, but still a dream. No way could you be eaten out by an actual werewolf. But when he keeps doing what he does, you soon stop caring and just enjoy the feeling. Doesn't matter. You're in for the ride now.

You don't know how many orgasms he pulls from you until he finally leans back and extracts his tongue from inside you. You barely feel it when he laps up your juices, grunting as he does so, but the moment he crawls over you, more of his big body pressing you into the blankets, you blink your eyes into focus and stare up at him, noticing how wet his muzzle looks. You feel your cheeks burning up. Somehow you have the urge to reach your hands up and pat his long snout, and you do, carefully stroking the rough fur all the way to his pointy ears, and he even hums deeply when you scratch him behind them.

A dumb little smile grazes your lips, and for a moment you wish he'd be a real man so you could kiss him, share the feeling of joy reverberating through your insides, but he has the head of a wolf and despite your blissed-out state you don't want to come into close contact with those sharp teeth. How he kept them away from your sensitive skin is still a mystery to you, but also nothing you seem to worry too much about.

He gives you a wide lick in response, his languid tongue stroke reaching from your chin all the way to your eyebrow, and you giggle and try to turn your head away, swatting at his head before wiping at the slobber on your skin. A growl like a laugh echoes from him before he shifts on top of you, strong arms braced on either side of your shoulders, his knees bracketed around your hips as he crouches over you, his shins pressing down on your wide open legs. The rough fur of his stomach rubs against your body, sending shivers down your spine.

“Look at it,” he tells you in a deep rumble, and you blink in confusion before your eyes move lower, and you see it.

It being his cock. It's huge. Bright red with a tapered tip and the hint of a bulbous protrusion near the base, fully unsheathed from within his furry groin as it lies hot and heavy on your fluttering stomach, reaching all the way up to your ribs. You swallow dryly at the sight of it. Too big. It'll never fit. Your eyes move back up to his face, and you can't help it, you shake your head no as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

He tilts his head, opening his maw to bare his teeth as he growls low in his throat. “You will take it. You were meant for it. You'll see,” he hisses darkly, nudging his wet nose against your chin before he starts lapping at your wet cheeks as the dam breaks and you realize you may have bitten off more than you can chew. “Shh, don't cry. You'll love it, I'm sure,” he continues between licking at your face, slowly moving his snout lower, teasing down your neck until you feel his hot breath on your quivering breasts. “And I will make it fit, trust me.”

You're not sure that's a good thing. But you can't do anything against it now. You are trapped beneath him. Breathing harder, your chest moving rapidly against his relentless tongue as he laps around your hardening nipples, you try to relax under his ministrations, lying back, closing your eyes, white-knuckling the blanket. He shifts on top of you, keeping his maw near your chest as he lines his hips up with yours.

You feel one of his furry hands slipping between your legs, rubbing over your puffy labia, spreading them, coaxing a quiet moan out of you as one clawed finger dips into your hole. Your eyes flutter open again. He looks up then, watching you out of these black eyes, so intense he seems to stare right into your soul, and when he retrieves his finger, you notice out of the corner of your eye how he grips his big cock, strokes it slowly, before pressing its pointy tip between your folds.

You hold your breath, trying to relax while also bracing for his penetration, your muscles already confused as they are. He pushes in then, slowly, almost carefully, and you feel the stretch as soon as his tip disappears inside you. A groan escapes you when he rolls his hips against you, and more and more of his large cock presses into your tight channel, bullying his way deeper. You're whimpering under his scrutinizing gaze as he watches you closely, seemingly looking for any sign of distress, even though he also doesn't seem to mind it too much as you gasp and yelp in pain whenever he forces another inch into you.

His hands circle your head as he leans over you, his wet nose rubbing at your neck. “You're doing great, little Red,” he huffs into your skin, keeping that slow and steady rhythm of moving his pelvis back and forth. “You can do this. You were made for this.”

You wail in response, turning your head to the side, exposing your neck to him, but also to look away from the beast ravaging you. If you focus your mind on the feel, you can almost imagine being fucked by a very bulky man with a very thick and veiny cock, and the thought makes it a little easier. Squeezing your eyes shut as he squeezes the last inches (or so you hope) of his large member into you, you are quickly overwhelmed by it all.

Quiet sobs fall from your trembling lips. You feel so incredibly full, so stretched, his cock taking up any available space inside you. You can feel the tapered tip pressing against your cervix, poking at it as if wanting to go deeper. It's a strange hurt, a sharp pain that turns into a weird comfort, almost-pleasure, as your muscles clench around the unfamiliar intruder. For now he is just resting there, heavy on top of you, heavy inside of you, but then, he starts moving.

You squeak like a slaughtered pig when he withdraws slowly before slamming his hips back against you, hammering his cock deep into you, forcing his way through your tense muscles. He gives you a moment to breathe between his thrusts, but only for so long, until he repeats the motion, over and over again. A slow drag along your walls, a forceful slam back into your depths, out and in, pause, out and in, pause, and despite the ever repeating rhythm you yelp out every time, surprised all over again by the sharp pain crashing through your body.

And it's not just his tip bullying your deepest points, it's that strange bulb at the base of his cock that nudges against your pussy lips with every deep plunge. What's it called? A knot? You don't know much about the matter, why would you ever be interested in animal anatomy, but you wish you could do a quick google or something to ease your mind at the strange sensations. Not that it would change anything.

He keeps pounding into you, always increasing his pace a little bit, slowly taking away your little breathing breaks, until he is hammering into you with full speed, just like the feral beast that he is, and all you can do is whine and wail and moan and mewl, unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but take it. You're squirming beneath him, both trying to get away from his ruthless assault and maybe, possibly, trying to match his rhythm to make it somewhat better for yourself.

His large form looms over you, his low grunts and growls loud in your ear as he nuzzles at your neck, bent over like he is, resting on his elbows, caging you in even further. Your hands shoot up to grip at his fur, and you even raise your twitching legs to steady them as you hook them around his strong thighs. It does help to be able to hold onto him like you do, without any limb moving about bonelessly, and the longer you cling to him, finally meeting his thrusts with snaps of your own hips, it starts to feel really good really fast.

Before you know it, you're arching against him, clawing at his back, gasping and sobbing and panting as the heat gathers inside you, burning through your nerves like wildfire, setting everything ablaze, and every rapid thrust spirals you higher and higher, building up that tension in your stomach that is sure to explode at any second. When it does, you are not ready.

A shrill scream rips from your throat as you press your back into the makeshift bed and stiffen beneath him, your mouth wide open as you squeeze your eyes shut. Warmth spreads inside you, forcing its way past the rapidly pistoning cock pummeling your clenching muscles, and it's like a tidal wave, not soothing as it laps against the shore, but destructive, powerful, all-consuming. It drags you along, threatens to drown you, pulls and pushes you as you lose all control over your convulsing body.

Your orgasm crashes through you with a blinding force, letting you forget anything around as it engulfs you in sparkling lights and mind-numbing bliss. By the time it subsides slowly, you can already feel it building up all over again as he just continues to fuck you in his relentless rhythm, hammering his cock deep into you, grunting on top of you, his maw parted as he growls, slobber glistening on his razor sharp teeth, his tongue hanging out lewdly.

But before he propels you into the next orgasm, he suddenly leans up, propped on his strong arms, licking his furry lips as he stares down at you. You may look up at him out of hooded eyes but you can't really see him, just this large shadow above you, but you do feel when he suddenly leaps back, pulls out with a force that coaxes another scream out of you as he rips his large cock from between your tight muscles. You writhe a little, groaning in frustration as your orgasm deflates, as that empty feeling settles in.

Though you don't have to lament the loss of his cock for too long as he grabs your waist and manhandles (wolfhandles?) you onto your hands and knees, at least he hopes you'd stay like this, but your body is too limp to fully function, and so you sink onto your chest, arms outstretched, face buried in the soft blankets, ass raised on shaking knees, your cloak tangled around you. He grips the fabric, strangling you for a moment before he notices his mistake and rips it right off you, making you gasp.

His large hand is on your head as he turns it to the side. You can feel his wet nose poking at your cheek. “I'm gonna breed you now, little one, and you will take it all, yes?” You blink at his words, so low they're only vibrations through your head, and you wonder if you heard him correctly. “I will pump you full and keep you on my knot until it sticks, you hear me?” Clearly you didn't, because... what now?

You squirm beneath him, trying to get up on your elbows at least, but he holds you down, one large hand on your nape as he shifts behind you, his fur brushing against the backs of your thighs before he nudges his knee between your legs and pushes them further apart. You can sense the heat of his cock before it even gets in contact with your core, and when it pushes inside you again, it feels like a knife cutting through melted butter.

You cry out, arching your back, jerking your hips away, but he is ruthless. He's carved his way into your cunt, but there's still a bit of resistance before you can take him as deep as he desires. He doesn't care though, just pounds into you with hard and fast thrusts, in and out, a rapid rutting accompanied by wild panting, and all you can do is grunt and moan too, your body pushed up and down the blankets. His hands move to your waist, claws digging into your soft flesh as he drags your hips back when he slams his against your cushioned rear, forcing his cock deeper still.

Your head is spinning, your heart thundering, and slowly, the burning pain turns into overwhelming pleasure. He's bullying your cervix again, plunging in and out with languid strokes, and you're so aroused by now that the only sound aside from your heavy breaths is the loud and lewd squelching of your wet cunt. It drives you insane how good it feels to be taken like this, bent over, a primal sensation, to be at the mercy of this beast. In this position, he hits all the right spots, and it's a blinding thing all around you as you come hard, crying out helplessly, hands digging into the blankets and pelts, body spasming against him.

He grunts as you clamp down on his cock, but he doesn't stop, he even moves faster, pushes harder, forces all of him into you. And despite your orgasmic haze you feel his knot pummeling against your entrance, trying to fit through. The pain cuts through the cotton in your mind, sharp little jolts whenever he pushes particularly deep, and when those throbbing bulbs suddenly breach you, as your muscles give way to the rest of his cock, you scream, first in agony at the stretching sensation, then again as another intense orgasm rips through you.

He lets out a low howl when your tight muscles clench around him, milking him for all he's worth, before he continues to snap his hips against your rear, bullying his knot deeper. If you felt full before, you are now close to bursting with how stuffed you are. You can barely breathe between all the gasps and whines, and he doesn't let you either as he continues his shallow rutting, his growls and grunts getting louder, more frantic, his clawed fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you against him.

You are again on the edge of pleasure, floating on that wave that threatens to consume you fully, when he suddenly stills, buried deep within you, tip squished right against your cervix, your cunt holding onto his knot as if you would drown without it, and you feel it throbbing, pulsing, swelling up, stretching you even further. Lightning crashes through the clouds of bliss, making you shriek, hot tears rolling down your already wet cheeks.

And then he grunts, leaning over you, snout nuzzling against your neck, burying in your hair, hot breath fanning over your skin as he gives you those tiny snaps of his hips, and your whole body moves with those motions, connected as you are. You feel him shaking above you before you feel something else deep inside you.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots into the already cramped depths of your cunt, filling up quickly, but with his knot holding it all in place, it has no choice but to look for every nook and cranny it can find, pressing through the tiniest openings, and as it does, you shudder deeply, feeling ready to burst before yet another orgasm rips through you, leaving you shaking like a leaf, as his seed breaches into your womb, more and more, with every twitch of his cock, every pulse of his knot, rope after rope, filling you up until you feel completely bloated.

Somehow you manage to move a hand beneath you, rubbing against your usually soft tummy, but it's tense and hard, rounder than you remember it, and even though you should be terrified by it, you can only lie there and take it, as the wolf man above you leans on you and pumps you as full as he has promised. His breathing eases slowly, yours takes a lot longer to go back to normal, and with your heart thundering inside your heaving chest, you feel utterly exhausted.

He licks his tongue over your wet cheek, a sweet gesture among the feral breeding act, and you can't help but give him a tired smile as you try to look at him out of the corner of your eye. He huffs against you, resting his large head on your back as he relaxes – letting his body work for him, because you can still feel him throbbing, shooting more cum into you at irregular intervals, usually accompanied by a soft little roll of his hips, a little nudge to remind your tight cunt he's still very much stuck inside you.

You wonder how long this will last. But before you can think more about this animal rite, your eyelids grow heavier and the world turns black.

You wake with a shriek as you feel a particularly hard thrust hitting your bruised and probably dilated cervix, the sudden pain crashing through you like the stab of a knife. You're no longer kneeling on the makeshift bed, you're lying on your back on his wide body, legs fallen open over massive furry thighs, two strong arms holding you tightly in their grip, squishing your tender breasts. He's switched you around, huffing and puffing beneath you as he pushes his hips up in a slow but steady rhythm.

“Again?” you groan out, trying to squirm in his tight embrace.

“Not over yet, little one,” he growls into your ear, wet nose poking at your cheek as he shifts beneath you. “More to give.”

“Ugh,” you make, your head lolling back against his shoulder. “But I'm so full...”

“You can take more,” he tells you quietly, a low rumble in the air. One large hand moves down your body, firmly pressing against your bloated stomach. You moan in response, your own hand finding his, trying to feel the same he does.

It's unnatural, that's for sure. That bump should not look and feel like this after only one load of his seed. But then again – he is unnatural, everything about him is. Who knows how special his cum is. Though you really don't want to think about it. You don't want to get pregnant, no matter how hot the whole breeding thing may be in theory. And you probably won't anyway, he's a wolf (man), it sure won't be compatible, right? A groan escapes you as you shake your head to clear it. No more thinking.

Just enjoy his warmth, the way he holds you, moves inside you, locked on his knot for who knows how long. Despite it all it feels comforting, somehow even romantic in a way, to be connected like this. Inhaling deeply, you relax into his soft but also hard body, his fur feels nice against your sweaty skin, the bulging muscles beneath exuding strength and safety. A good bed, that's what he is, with the added bonus of a truly incredible cock that fills you out perfectly, rubbing you just the right way.

Another wave of exhaustion washes over you, alongside what feels like the gentlest orgasm you've ever experienced, a little tingling sensation, a burning deep within, a soothing caress. You sigh contently, closing your eyes, falling deeper into his embrace.

When you come to next, you feel a cold breeze against your face that makes your nose twitch. You seem to move, but your limbs are still out of order, and when you slowly fight your way back into consciousness, you realize you're being carried, with two strong hands holding your thighs up while you are still impaled by that unbelievably resilient cock. A groan escapes you.

“Calm down, little one,” the wolf man grunts into your ear as he walks through the dark basement. “Almost done now.”

“Does it always take this long?” you whisper, leaning into him, your hands grabbing his wrists to steady yourself.

“For the knot to go down? Well, you are particularly arousing, my little Red, I can't help it. Seems you are my special mate after all,” he hums deeply.

You turn your head slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Mate?”

“Yes, mate. I would have made you mine already, but I wanted to see how you can take me.” He inhales deeply as he presses his muzzle into your hair. “You did amazingly,” he adds, lapping at the shell of your ear. You shiver, squirming away with a surprised giggle that travels through your entire body, making you clench around his hard cock.

“Your stamina is really concerning,” you reply with a shake of your head. “Not sure I could do this again...”

“But you're still doing it, holding my knot so perfectly, keeping my seed inside you,” he huffs gently, licking along your neck as he turns around and walks back the way he came.

“Why are you walking in circles?” you wonder, moving your hands to your rounded stomach. Every movement seems to slosh its contents about. A strange feeling for sure.

“I can't keep you on it forever, I am afraid,” he says in a low rumble. “The moon is setting soon...”

You frown at his words, not even wondering what time it is right now, shifting in his hold to better look into his wolfish face. “And then what?”

“I'll turn into a man again,” he tells you, his dark eyes boring into yours. Something warm crashes through you.

“How is that a bad thing?” you blurt out, more excited about that prospect than you probably should be.

He huffs a low laugh, shaking his large head. “You wouldn't want to be near me when I do. It's painful even for me, and to have you stuck to me would be... devastating.”

“Oh,” you make, blinking as you process his words, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Let's try our luck, hm?” he then says, carrying you back to the makeshift bed.

He kneels down with you strapped to his chest like a newborn in a carry-on, and when he bends you forward, you brace yourself, resting on your hands and knees as he shifts behind you. His clawed fingers dig into your plump hips as he gives you a tentative nudge of his pelvis. You wince at the sensation, the stretch and pull on your tight muscles sending shivers down your spine.

His sigh is loud and warm around you, and apparently his knot is still too inflated to budge. Inhaling deeply, you buck your rear against him, trying to relax, ease your muscles, force his cock out of you. He seems to notice your efforts and starts pulling gently, grinding his hips, inching himself backwards. You still feel a sharp pain when his knot nudges against your tight entrance from within, but it's slowly widening, giving way, and when he pops out and slips free, you gasp and collapse on the bed, the sudden loss of pressure almost dizzying.

He lets out a low growl, his hand rubbing over your swollen pussy lips as you feel your muscles contracting around nothing, or rather the flood of cum that's bound to spill from your depths if he wouldn't hold his large palm there. He rolls you onto your side, snuggling against your back, before he pulls his fingers away, pressing your thighs together instead. His wet nose rubs against your jaw as he pulls his strong arms around you.

“Rest now, little one. Keep your legs closed,” he whispers, holding you tightly.

You're too exhausted to protest or care about any possible spillage or whatever consequences may result from this unusual coupling. None of it matters. Sleep does sound really good right about now. The wolf man relaxes behind you, his deep breaths slowly turning into loud snores, and you allow yourself to catch some Zs too. You'll need your strength. For something. Hmm. What was it again? Some sort of plan? Doesn't matter. It'll come to you. Now you just want to rest, let your body recover from whatever ordeal this has been. Knotted and bred by a werewolf. Pfft. What a silly dream...

Your eyes fly open as if someone has turned on the light in your empty mind, illuminating everything that's happened earlier. Oh. Oh God. Oh no! Your breaths accelerate, your heart beats faster as you realize where you are, in whose arms you're lying. His snores still echo through the cavernous room, your body molded to his larger frame, his arms tight around you.

Carefully you wriggle your way out of his embrace, listening closely to his rumbling sounds, but he seems too far gone to notice your frantic escape. You manage to slip from under his arms, your body aching when you move it, but you fight through the discomfort and slowly stand up on shaking legs. Immediately you feel something wet and sticky dripping down your thigh, and a quick touch to your bloated stomach tells you, you are still filled to the brim with werewolf cum. Fuck. This can't be happening.

Turning around, you see the furry beast slumbering away peacefully, his large body moving with every thundering snore. Once you got your bearings, you start looking around the room until you find some clothes. Not yours though, but a big plaid shirt that you slip into. It reaches almost to your knees, so it'll have to do. When your eyes fall on the red cloak next to the makeshift bed, you hesitate, but then you leave it behind. Let him have a small remembrance of your special night.

At least you find your shoes, and once you're ready to leave, you throw a last glance back at the monster. He's still fast asleep, and you almost regret having to leave, but you can't just live in some cave or basement with a werewolf, letting him pump you full of cum to carry his pups or whatever it is he expects of you, no matter how mind-blowing the experience has been.

Biting your lip, you turn around and try to find a way out, and surprisingly enough, he didn't lock you in. After climbing a set of stairs, you find yourself in a small cabin, and when you try the front door, it just opens. Stepping outside into the night (which surprises you, you were almost certain you were stuck on his damn knot for a day or more, or so it felt), you fight the shivers, snuggling into the large shirt that smells like him, a comforting scent that doesn't make it easier to leave.

But you do, trying to find your way through the darkness. The moon is nowhere to be seen, it may just be a cloudy night, or it really was close to setting, you can't be sure, and frankly, it doesn't concern you anymore. You gotta move on, get back to the house, ask someone to call you an Uber...

As you suddenly realize you have no idea where your purse is, you stumble onto a better lit path, but the sight of what awaits you at the end makes you shiver deeply. It's a graveyard.

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You've come to a (literal) dead end. Or have you?

No, just keep going...

But you can always go back to the beginning and choose another door. Back in the hallway, here are your options:

Reach for the door closest to you.

Go through the door a few feet on your right.

Notes: I'd like to thank @moongurl95 for planting this idea into my head! Thank you so much for sharing your open-ended dream, it really inspired this whole adventure, but particularly this part! I hope I could fill in the blanks! <3

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A Doe in Fall (Part 9)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things 📍 Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie

Part 9 - Shiny Things

Ephi moves in, and Ruth reads you like an open book.

「Warnings/Promises: HumanAlastor x Fem! BurlesqueReader, Reference to domestic abuse of non-reader character, fucks, crows, swans, emotions be emotioning, so many birds, I don’t think reader is Aromantic I think she’s just stubborn, Cliff diving is just a joke do not follow people off cliffs, everyone is kicking reader’s ass in some way, my apologies to parts of Texas but not Texas as a whole」

Long time no see ! My head wasn’t in the right space for this story, and my head was also literally not doing well. But! Reading glasses helped since I’m writing on my phone like 7 inches from my face. the goal is Wednesday updates~ there’s about four parts already written so we’ve got a month of runway 👌🏼 Wednesday mornings are ‘God, That’s Good’ by @macabr3-barbi3 and nights are ADIF!

🎶 last time on A Doe In Fall 🎶 : you came home from your first week staying officially at Alastor’s to find your estranged sister waiting on your stoop.

this isn’t sexy but just like minors come on, MDNI? This blog is a sex shop

It’s not that you hated your sister, it’s that you resented her. You could love someone and not like them an ounce… but unfortunately when she left so did your familial love. Which meant all that held you together now was distrust and an obligation to a dead woman. 

“So things didn’t pan out up north?” You waved her into your apartment, agitation apparent in even the gesture of your arm. 

“It’s peachy! Just need to lay low a bit.” She said it with a chipper voice while looking around your apartment like she paid for it. “Wow you weren’t lying about the no money, huh? Talk about a shoebox.”

Charming. 

“Well, Ephi, you’re welcome to leave.” While you didn’t understand the name it wasn’t your business to question what someone asked to be called. Especially considering your own dual identity. You may have disliked the woman but human decency still hung to the bones of the relationship you called your sisterhood.

An obnoxious chuckle, “Nah it’ll do! Just the one single bed?”

“Why would I have more than one bed?”

A deep sigh from her, “Still last to be picked by the fellas, sis?” Her hand passed over your dresses hanging in the open closet, “The ugly duckling was always your favorite story.”

The fine hairs rose on the back of your neck, a cat’s hackles moving as the anger bristled through your body. You opened your mouth to shout all the ways you were not the ugly one in the room, hand already in the air to direct her attention to the dried, hanging flowers covering the far wall. How many people threw flowers at her feet? How many proposals were shouted to her? Wedding rings slipped off fingers and into pockets for her? 

The air in your lungs went flat as a small fire of embarrassment rose in your gut.

How could she so quickly reduce you to a little girl again? Taking the bait for a fight you couldn’t win, because she wasn’t listening to anything but her own voice. Biting the inside of your cheek, your hand fell back to your side.

“You can take it. I’ll just be by for clothes now and then. Been staying with a friend closer to work.” Flipping through your mind you tried to catalog your valuables. What did you absolutely need to not turn up missing?

Ephi sat on the bed and crossed her legs in her best imitation of a lady. “Staying with Mister Fancy Pants?” A smile that reminded you of your childhood. A smile that said, “I won’t tell mom!” Right before turning and running to your mother’s ear.

“No.” 

A giggle two octaves above her usual tone, “Sure, okay! No skin off my back.”

You took your time to gather the items you had forgotten first, then the items you didn’t want her to have. Unsure how exactly to tell Alastor why a week into sharing his home officially you were already redecorating, you left that for your future self to figure out. The first item was obvious.

An angel statue your mother kept on her nightstand. You wrapped it in some newspaper, trying not to look in her direction. 

Your sister chased dick like most people chased liberty. Something she shared with your mother. Which was her right, but it rubbed you the wrong way how she would always forget everyone else in her life when she had a man to call her own. A fair weather friend, at that. 

“How’s Howard?” The dick that took her away so many years ago.

She abandoned the lady act and rummaged through your cabinets, “Who’s that?”

Right.

A gold coin on a necklace. You slipped it inside a sock. 

“So, then, who is the man of the hour?”

Ephi began opening the dresser drawers, poking here and there. “Whaddya mean! I am an independent woman.”

You weren’t sure that had ever been true. While your mother had drilled it into your skull to never place yourself in the need of a man, she always seemed to throw her heart (and house keys and purse strings…) at the feet of any man willing to love her. 

“Love” her. 

There was no love in any of that. A common problem of confusing love with any and all intense emotions affected your mother and many others.

Slashed furniture is not adoration. Breaking windows is not a love language. Bruises are not affection.

Your hands ran down the bag’s shapeless sides. Without thinking, you smiled. Adoration. Love languages. Affection. You had them and the knowledge of their secrets all to yourself. 

Secrets you didn’t need slipping out. Secrets your sister couldn’t hold to save her life, or yours for that matter. You hurried around the room grabbing knick-knacks and photos and jewelry. Alastor would be at work soon, you wondered if you should call to warn him. This time not about a hot headed flatfoot but a nosey sibling.

You’d tell him later. No reason to talk to Brenda again. Quickly your leather bag got full and heavy. What was supposed to be a casual foray into sharing a home already turning into a full on move. 

Everything you needed and a few things no one ever would, because damn would Ephi pawn them the very second she needed something, were safely zipped away. Any plans to relax at home before work were abandoned and you just marched to the door. 

A random memory flashed behind your eyes,  washing Alastor’s hair in the tub until the water ran clear. Why now? The only memory shared in your apartment. And it was an awful one. But, it had Alastor. That gave it value. 

“Hey, if any men come by looking for me you just don’t answer, okay?” You forced your face to relax, to show the sincerity you worked so hard to keep to yourself, “Please, Ephi.”

Her smile widened past unnaturally white teeth, no money for a room but clearly cash for peroxide tooth gel, “Ooh, why? Little sister make some enemies?”

Why couldn’t she just fucking agree?

“My job sometimes attracts crazies. I don’t tell them where I live but occasionally they figure it out. They’ve gotten violent before so…just don’t answer the buzzer. They’ll say they’re damn near anyone to get you to let them up.” You stopped the nervous twisting of your bag’s handle, “Boyfriend, boss, detective. They've tried it all.”

“Aww, sis. Look at you.” She leaned her full figure against the open door frame, arm raised up like a pin up. Ephi was always effortlessly enchanting when her mouth was closed. “Stalkers? Mama would be so proud. Finally learning how to catch a man’s attention.”

The tears that stung your eyes were inspired partly by anger and partly by pain. They came so suddenly you could only laugh in response. 

“Lovely to see your new name hasn’t changed you, Ephi. I’ll be back occasionally. Don’t steal anything, no strangers over. Spare key is in the bowl by the door.” 

“Oh hey!” 

You turned back.

“I do need some cash. Until I find work.”

The numbness blanketed you with a chill. 

“I’ve got like, three bucks. Is that fine?”

Why did you ask that? You knew she could very well say it wasn’t fine and you’d be obligated to offer to get more. Atleast, that’s what you’d have done when you were younger. How easily you both slipped into old roles. Or perhaps she never grew out of hers. 

She mulled it over, “Yeah that’ll be fine.” Her hand came out and waited for the bills.

An open palm waiting for your money.

You pulled the folded bills from your wallet and set them in her hand without touching her skin. 

“Thanks sis!” She turned and closed the door before you could reply.

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The other dancers shot you a look when your bag jingled and clanked as it hit the floor, you wincing as you remembered the ceramic figurine.

“You…. going somewhere, hun? The detective got you on something?”

A quick shake of your head. You hadn’t considered the optics. Luckily it was early enough the room wasn’t very busy. A few select missing women would have pried for more information. Your hands fidgeted, unsure what to do. On the way in you saw some newer talent getting their feet on stage, maybe watch them? Too early for make up. 

A loving voice from Ruth, always a savior, “Cigarette?”

You melted at the offer. Alastor wasn’t a fan of the smell so you were slyly cutting back. 

She popped a sun bleached folding chair open and set it in between you both as a footrest. So many broken and ruined chairs littered the sides of the dingy roof, you were shocked she found a good one on her first try.

“Alright, tell me what happened with that detective. Do I need to go rough up a city employee?” Ruth leaned back and settled into her chair with a creak and a whine of the wood.

You needed a second, eyes flitting around as she handed her cigarette for you to take a drag. What could you say? What did she already know? You’d not spoken about it since she helped shoo him away but the appearance of half your belongings haphazardly stuffed into a bag clearly had her alarms going off. 

“So remember the guy who came by for me? Tall handsome one.”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! Of course. Don’t forget a name like his. Or face.” She whistled like a crude man trying to get a woman’s attention in the most annoying way.

“The detective thinks he did something to Tommy. That he was jealous. Which is ridiculous-,” you felt a nervous energy slip down your arms. 

An abrupt laugh, “That string bean couldn’t open a heavy window. He didn’t do shit to Tommy. What a stupid thing to say.”

Did she notice how much you’d been holding your breath? A deep sigh as you let it go. “Exactly! He doesn’t even know about what happened that night with that guy and Tommy’s arrangement; it’s too mortifying. Anyway, the detective has been hounding me about it. I don’t wanna cause trouble.” You ashed the cigarette and held it out for her, “Stuff is still new with him and me, so I didn’t tell the detective his details or work anything. Why would I? So he can harass him too?” The words all tumbled out so quickly. A faucet turned too far to the left.

“Fair.” A few passes back and forth in what you hoped was a comfortable silence and not an indication she was piecing together things you needed to remain unlinked. Finally, “Didn’t realize you two were still seeing each other. Longest one you’ve kept for awhile now.”

Looking up, you marveled at the view of the open sky. Not a cloud in sight. A smile crept across your face, the heat of the sun warming you from the inside out. The slightest chill to the air warning you of Fall. “Yeah.”

She asked what made him so special and you didn’t know where to start. “The obvious,” you began. “He’s so-,”

“Clever.” “Handsome.”

You’d spoken at the same time, her attempt at soothsaying failing miserably.

“Clever, Ruth. He’s very clever. Handsome men are a dime a dozen. But he’s sharp as a tack.” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand around for you to go on. You let your mind toss out the shiniest examples. “He’s so skilled. He knows how to hunt and take apart animals. He can fish. Cooks like a dream. He knows how to clean clothes well and how to use a washing board.” 

“Useful.” She mused. That isn’t what you meant. You weren’t trying to list off his features like a new appliance. It was just— impressive. He was well rounded.

“And he’s terribly kind. He’s always,” how to say it delicately, “going out of his way to help others solve their problems.” That seemed accurate and vague enough. You chuckled to yourself, remembering him at the kitchen table, “His face lights up so bright when he’s talking about his hobbies. Like, I can see his soul glittering behind his eyes and suddenly I’m just as interested in whatever he’s talking about as he is.” You let your eyes close around the mental image of his surprised face every time you complimented him. But they shot open when she began giggling, “What?”

“You’re in looooove,” her foot kicked yours, “I know that look. Head over heels already. Talking about him like he made the fucking stars.”

Wide eyed and stunned, was it written on your face so plainly? “Oh don’t say that. It makes me so uncomfortable. We’re just enjoying each other's company.” When she moved to give you the cigarette again you didn’t take it. “All I was saying was—,” fuck, what were you saying? That he was special? “He’s a very nice person to spend my limited time with. It’s a finite resource and all.”

With a shrug she took another puff, “What’s to be uncomfortable about? Falling in love is a wonderful thing, hun.”

Was it? Honestly, had she ever considered how much damage came with loving someone? It was putting your heart outside your body. Letting someone else carry it around and just praying they didn’t hurt you, or get hurt, or go off and die and take your heart with them. Why would anyone willingly do such a silly thing?

“Cheesy. And kind of creepy. Falling? How do I get back up if things go south?”

You’d successfully avoided emotional attachment to nearly every lover you’d taken. The way women seemed to get struck down dumb by any old John or Jane just wasn’t appealing. Love was for fools. The weak. The dependent.

Or, so you had whispered to yourself as you pretended to not be home when suitors came knocking, as you avoided ringing phones, as you apologized and slid out of restaurant seats after awkward dinners. 

“If you fall hard enough, you don’t get back up.” She said it like it was a good thing. “You’ll love them forever, even if you hate em.”

That was the problem, too. How could she not hear that as she said it? All loss of control of your own heart and emotions was simply bad. People do irrational things for love.

You shivered, “That sounds absolutely horrid, Ruth.”

“Aah,” she dismissed you with a raspberry blown between her lips, “For the right man, you’ll find yourself enjoying the trip down!” 

“Nah, I’m not fan of heights. No dick is worth that.”

“Is that all men are to you? Sex?” She guffawed, taken aback by your comment. Which was odd, given it was Ruth. 

But, Yes.

Well. No . But — he wasn't a man. He was something different. The exception to the rule. Alastor was different.

Or, fine. 

Yes, he was a man. 

No, you didn’t see them as just sex. It was easier to say people were just pleasure and not stop to think about life any other way. Things got complicated when you added another person. Life became sloppy and uncontainable. If you stopped and considered the lives behind the people you used to lead on and let go before things got too difficult, you’d just wound yourself. It was easier to stop at sex.

When you could. Which you could, before. When sex was a token you traded back and forth with someone. But Alastor didn’t accept that currency. You couldn’t hand him your body and get brief but lovely companionship back. Your value had to lie elsewhere, the things you set before him and the wonders he had to offer were much richer in their worth than what you’d ever had before. 

Sometimes it felt like you slid him a penny and he handed you a quarter. You found yourself scrounging up the petty coins of your worth and trying to save them up for him. Practicing your makeup, learning how he liked his coffee, remembering all of the things he said he hated and loved. Attempting to stop smoking. Every act was another shiny offering for him. 

A crow scrounging the park grounds for glittering trash. Not very swan-like, you thought.

“You really don’t think you’re falling for him?” Ruth put out the cigarette in the coffee can beside her. As you turned to argue with her you saw her face full of amusement and incredulousness. It was rhetorical.

The argument withered and you could only pout, everyone that day seeming to catch your tongue, “I don’t wanna think about it. I’ll get scared and run away. He’ll figure out how little I have to give eventually. If anything more is gonna happen, it’ll happen. I’ll just… let it. Why ruin it with… saying childish things.”

“You’re naive but that’s okay. Enjoy the honeymoon stage while you can.”

Your eyes rolled, “What if he doesn’t feel the same? Why embarrass myself.” When you sighed the weight of just how heavy and true that sentiment was resonated in your stomach. Telling him you were falling in love? Alastor was a killer. His passion was singular. What good was a dame to him? No, worse than worthless. A liability. A witness. A weak point in the walls he so carefully crafted. If he knew you were in love with him he’d just end things sooner than they would have naturally.

“Dontcha wanna know if he’s a waste of that precious time, then?”

You cackled, choking on your spit. Alastor? He was the most worthwhile thing you’d ever encountered. Time with him suddenly had …. Value. That fucking word again. But time with him, it was slow enough to be deep and rich, but so fleeting you already felt a mourning mood for how much closer you were to the end.

You could only shake your head, “Wait, Ruth, didn’t you get divorced?”

“Shhh that doesn’t count!” She rose and stretched her long arms up to the sun and then out to the horizon, “Plus that’s how I know what I’m talking about! After the honeymoon phase? You’ll be arguing about laundry and wishing you were strangers again. Fighting about children and lawncare.”

As your finger nervously came to your mouth, teeth cutting into the nail, you considered how if Alastor complained about laundry and you could argue back with the comfort of knowing neither would simply leave, that’d be….nice. The safety of being honest without the fear of the other person giving up on you. Was that love? 

And did that matter at all? 

You’d thought earlier you knew the answers but now, when someone else said it, you got scared of those words. 

Ruth must have put a spell on you. As you and a bevy of others danced in line on stage, arms over shoulders and legs kicking high enough to show cheek and jiggle the soft skin of your thighs and stomach, you felt butterflies in your gut. Alastor would be picking you up in a matter of hours. 

A few men sent you drinks, which you repaid with a wink and a kiss blown across the bar before downing the liquor. It was the usual routine. You hadn’t felt nerves to see Alastor quite like that since sheepishly picking out “comfortable” shoes.

Alastor’s eyes widened when he took the bag from you, not noticing your attempts to avoid making eye contact. He let out a chuckle, his best attempt at stifling the joking question, “Already moving in?”

He realized quickly enough that wasn’t a good joke. Not when he finally looked up and saw your stare was distant. 

“Everything okay, dear?” He walked to open your door for you, and you nodded a thank you and an affirmative.

Should you rip off the band aid? Should you just say it and see what happens? 

When you turned to look at him and blurt out a confession, you were stopped by the profile of his face. What a gentle face. A lovely jaw. Even his bones were better than other people’s. What were you doing in this man’s car? What little pieces of glittering trash were you about to toss at him on a random Friday night?

No, in the books you read, confessions were always grande affairs. Fireworks and dinner parties and passionate kisses in rain storms.

You’d have to put a little effort into this. His brows rose as he clocked your staring. Eyes on the road, smirk pulled to the right, his hand came to rest on your thigh.

He deserved something much better than whatever you had to offer. Something unlike yourself entirely. 

The drive home, and yes you let yourself linger on the word instead of shoo it away, you watched a deer jump across the dirt road just past the bridge. 

“The bucks chase the does. It’s part of their mating ritual. I guess it’s not unlike the ‘playing hard to get’ some women like. The longer the chase, the prouder the buck to snag his prize.”

You laughed, “Women don’t like it, I don’t think. Well, some do I am sure but… If we don’t do that then people think we’re easy. We need plausible deniability. If people learn we put out we can claim we didn’t really want to and save some face.”

Alastor grimaced, “Gross.”

Unseen, you nodded and turned to watch the buck leap after its doe. 

“Kind of funny, you chased me down, didn’t you?” Alastor’s comment pulled you back to him.

“Oh yes. That makes you my doe.” Your arm came to rest against the car door, the trees slowly rolling by in the darkness. “Reminds me of the small freckles across your shoulders.”

“My mighty buck!” He fawned, in jest, pretending to collapse into your lap. You shoved him back up and behind the wheel proper. “Well given the chance, I’d chase you for miles.” His hand flexed on your leg.

“To Texas?” You asked. Your usual end point.

“Further.”

“How far?”

“There is no limit. I’d … run right off a cliff, head first, if you were waiting at the bottom.” He took his hand back, needing both to hold the wheel. What he said hit him harder than he had intended. Was it too much? A tad too dramatic? A nervous clearing of his throat, followed by an awkward laugh to put more space between him and the confession. 

The idea of you making Alastor chase you was ridiculous. You enjoyed the games you played with others, but you were never meant to be caught. If you wanted that, you’d just…give yourself. As you had done with him. Only him. The first and last person you ever wanted to give yourself over to in any sense. “And if I just… lied down and let you catch me? Would that make me a poorly earned prize?”

“Nope! That’d make me a lucky duck. And make you quite smart, if I do say so myself.” A wink. “Why run from such a catch like me?”

You landed a smack on his arm, light and playful. 

A truly comfortable silence settled in, just the sound of the car trembling over the rough road. The newest model Ford was still as loud as the last, but luckily you were far from others. 

The words had lingered like smoke, and you felt the need to address them.  

“Don’t actually do that though. If I run off a cliff or something stupid, don’t you dare follow me.”

Alastor just laughed, wasn’t that what you were doing for him already? Diving into hell for some inexplicable reason after Alastor. He wasn’t expressing some lack of self preservation, he was merely letting you know he’d reciprocate the fall. You hadn’t made him run after you, but instead seemed to just….rest your neck between his canines. And trust. 

If you were to go to heaven, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. It was too late to redeem his soul now. How far was heaven from hell, anyways? If the devil survived the plummet perhaps he could scale the walls of his enclosure and breach the gates.

Though, as he thought about the idea of heaven, he considered how happy his mother would be to meet you. To take you from her would be as cruel as heaven taking you from him. 

Maybe he could make a plea. To just be able to see you from below. 

But if the knowledge you were happy and safe was all he had, he’d be a richer man in hell than he’d ever been on earth. It’d be enough. 

He’d just need to broadcast his radio waves a little further for your listening pleasure.

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Same to You

Aftermath Affair Pt. 5/Finale

(Oscar Pisatri X Reader + Ex! Lando Norris X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, happy 5 years! (So this was supposed to come out on Saturday last week but I fucked up the schedule lol)

Warnings: VERY heavy use of language and violence (reader gets trapped between Lando and a wall and reader shoves Lando against the wall), cheating, Song referenced: Same to You by The Vamps

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1576

Chapter Summary: First race of the season, first race after the breakup, and first race hard launching. What could go wrong? Oh right! A teammate!

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 4

~~(^Both from Pinterest)

Six months. Six amazing months later, and you were ready to go back on the track. Oscar was also so different compared to Lando and how he wanted you at the track. Lando wanted you there to keep up appearances. You had to dress the part, and despite how uncomfortable you were, it was the only way Lando would agree to have you in his garage.

Nope, not Oscar. He wants you to have fun, do whatever you want, and take you anywhere you want in the paddock. When you first got together, he asked you almost every week if you were interested in attending a race. He always said he could get you a pass, just give him the word and he’d do anything for you.

This time was the Australian Grand Prix. Season opener, one of your favorite tracks, and Oscar’s home race no less. You wanted to be there for this. You let him know plenty of time in advance, and Oscar may or may not have already gotten you a pass, hoping you would agree to go to his home race.

Now, being on the track, you never wanted to leave again. Whether it was the atmosphere or vibe of Australia or not, you were feeling the buzz around the paddock. You wanted to always be a part of it. You were thriving in it!

Given that it was Thursday, you had walked in with Oscar’s hand tightly grasped in yours, but he had to go for the media, panels, and interviews. He said you were free to go practically anywhere, and he showed you around the McLaren Hospitality and his driver’s room before his PR manager came calling for him. He said he would have his phone on him the whole time just in case you needed him or got lost.

You found a little corner table on the second floor of the hospitality building that faced a large window, overlooking the pitlane. You grabbed a small plate of food and your favorite drink as you sat comfortably in the corner and opened a book. You should have known the peace would not have lasted long.

“Hey, what’s up?” A voice broke your concentration. Looking up, and of course, it was Lando.

“Hi Lando,” You greeted with a tight-lipped smile. “Nothing much, how about you?”

“Same,” Lando replied quickly, pulling out the second seat from the table to take it. “I heard you moved on. How’s that?”

“It’s going great,” You smiled a little more laid back, thinking about Oscar. You put a bookmark in your book as you set it down, thinking this could be a kindhearted conversation. “He’s amazing.”

“I think you’re lying,” Lando smirked as he leaned forward on the table, his face just inches away from yours. You looked at him confused, which had him chuckling ominously. “I have to smile really. You packed up your things and drove for miles, but you really couldn’t get that far away from me.”

“What the hell are you saying?” You scoffed in disbelief as you leaned back as far as humanly possible from him. “Are you trying to say that I’m with Oscar to be closer to you?”

“All I’m saying is, would someone who hated my guts willingly be with someone so closely related to me?” Lando teased as he chuckled more. He leaned back and laughed a little louder, garnering a few stares. “Be honest, you miss me already. Does he love like I do? Touch like I do? Does he hold you like me? Make you feel free?”

“You can shut up, Lando,” You seethe, moving to gather all of your things in haste. 

“You’re hurrying because I’m right,” Lando gloated as he stood up as well and moved to follow you when you grabbed your things to make a run toward Oscar’s driver’s room. Unfortunately, Lando decided to put his body between you, and the only door you knew would take you to Oscar’s room. “Open your eyes and you will see that everything you do with Oscar, you wish it was with me.”

“You’re lying to make yourself feel better,” You pressed as you tried to go around him. He just blocked your body and turned to cage you between him and the wall. “Lando, let me go.”

“Babe, does it feel the same to you?” Lando whispered as he leaned in and breathed against your ear. You had to bite back the gag as he leaned his head down to your shoulder as his breath fanned over your neck. “Tell me, does this feel the same to you?”

“No, it feels better,” You hinted, knowing you meant one thing, and Lando took it another. You felt him chuckle against your skin as he dropped a hand from the wall to rest on your waist and you knew that was your chance. 

You grabbed his wrist, spun his arm around, and pushed him against the wall, locking him in place. You pushed his head against the wall to keep him in his place as you ranted.

“Lando Norris, did you ever think I would stoop that low to get back with you? I’m not the one who fucked up here!” You raised your voice a bit which gained attention from some of the McLaren staff. One of which you recognized as Oscar’s PR manager, who took off, probably to find Oscar. “You were the one who cheated on me. You were the one that ruined a 7-year long relationship because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. And to make it worse, you introduced her to other drivers as your girlfriend as if I never existed!”

“Ok listen to me-” He tried to cut you off.

“No!” You shouted, “I’m done listening to you! Oscar is the most caring, attentive, and supportive person I know. You have nothing on him. He is everything to me, and you are nothing. Do you understand me, Lando?”

“That’s a bit harsh,” Lando mumbled in a mocking way and that just pissed you off even more. 

“Oh, almost like forcing your teammate to endure all the sounds that come with cheating?” You mocked back with a large smile. “Yeah, you wanna talk about harsh, take a look in the fucking mirror. You have always said shit to me about anything and everything I did. Oscar encourages me to be myself. Here, I’ll give you this, I’m sorry that when we first got together, I didn’t have a backbone. I can say it now. You hate the way that I walk? Shit outta luck. You hate the way that I talk? Get over it. You hate the way I dress? Fuck off! The world doesn’t revolve around you! I don’t revolve around you! It’s not my fault you cheated on me with a sponsor no less, and it’s not my fault that you can’t accept it. Go bury your sorrows in Ava Small’s pussy for all I care.”

With that, you gave him one last shove and turned around, taking a deep breath before facing the crowd. Most of the McLaren crew were smiling at you and giving you reassuring nods, but one in particular captured your attention. Oscar Piastri, your knight in shining armor, stood a little closer than the rest of the group as if he were ready to jump in for your defense at any given second. His face was in awe as you slowly walked up to him, holding out your hand. That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts as he shook his head a bit and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to you. At this moment, Lando Norris was the furthest thing from your mind as you gazed at Oscar. He pecked your lips lightly before leaning his forehead against yours.

“That was hot,” Oscar whispered as he peppered kisses around your face while you giggled and gently pushed him away. He finally stopped, wrapped his arms around you and left one last kiss on your forehead. “I’m so proud of you. Your therapy’s been working.”

“It’s not just therapy,” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “It’s you. I wouldn’t have any of the confidence to stand up to him without you.”

“Don’t discredit yourself,” He played off, “You’ve come a long way in a year.”

“And a lot of that is thanks to you,” You pressed as you poked Oscar’s cheek before leaving your hand resting on his cheek. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“I have an idea,” Oscar whispered as he pulled away slightly. You looked to the side to see all of the McLaren crew pull out their phones, and when you looked back over to Oscar, he wasn’t where you left him. No, he was kneeling before you, holding out an unopened ring box. “I’ve been thinking-”

“If this is a proposal, yes,” You replied excitedly, not needing to hear anything or see the ring. If Oscar had a whole speech planned (which he did!), he could share it in private since you two would more likely prefer to keep that moment between you two. 

“I really worried for nothing," Oscar joked as he opened the box and gently slipped the ring on your left ring finger. It was a perfect fit. Just like you and Oscar.

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Danny, Security Chief

Part 3

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“I don’t care if it ‘impedes the experiment’, I want him gone,” Danny said as calmly as he could, which apparently wasn’t calm enough, given that both Captain Skitch and Commander Koatil flinched away from him.

“Chief Ducane, please understand,” Skitch began, “that yes, while what Ensign Grite did was inexcusable, there’s-”

“Inexcusable? Are you fucking kidding me Skitch, he left part of his crew, your crew, out there to die while he ran away! I oughta go out there and kill him myself for that!”

“Chief Ducane, you will calm yourself now or we’ll be talking about your situation here instead, is that clear?” Koatil took a step forward, putting herself between him and the captain. Danny didn’t move an inch, just stared her down until finally Skitch spoke up again.

“Okay, cards on the table, as you humans say. We can’t replace Grite right now. I sent a request for relief personnel the moment I heard what happened, but GAIL command said they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, until at least half the mission duration was up.”

Skitch held his two main arms out in defeat.

“My hands are tied, Ducane. I want him gone as bad as you do, but until command sends us a replacement, we can’t kick him off the ship. However, he’ll be on limited duty, and of course, taken off the security personnel roster. He’ll be put on cleaning duty effective immediately, cleaning toilets or the like. Grite will be little more than a passenger until such time as we can remove him from the Noah without anyone back home being… noisy about it.”

Politics. Damn it.

Leaving less than satisfied at the decision, Danny Ducane left the captains office and stepped into the hall. The bastard in question, Grite, was stood at attention across the way, waiting to be called inside.

Danny saw red.

He stormed across the hall and got inches away from the Sed man’s face. Grite’s eye widened in alarm, and he seemed about to back away, except the wall blocked his escape. Danny didn’t touch him, didn’t wrap his hands around his neck or bury his fist in his gut, just slowly, deliberately, gave his only warning.

“If you ever, ever, endanger a member of this crew again, I’m going to cut pieces off you and throw what’s left out the fucking air lock.”

Danny could see the usual annoying pride in Grite’s eyes turn to fear, then anger, but before the stony alien could act the captain’s door opened again.

“Grite, get in here, now.”

Danny never wavered, didn’t look away from the Sed’s eyes. Finally, Grite blinked first, and awkwardly shuffled away into the office. The door hissed closed.

Danny went back to work.

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“So there we were, trapped at… I think the humans called it an airport, with these smugglers trying to steal crystals from the Doun ambassadorial package, when in he comes, Ducane the Destroyer!”

It’d been a full cycle since Danny’s meeting with the Captain and Commander, and the team was gathered around the center console in the Security Center with Homet telling the same old story again, with the rest of the security force was eating it up as usual. Danny just rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Come on, don’t keep us in suspense!” Coola said, entranced, scaly tail swishing, “this is my favorite part!”

“This crazy human comes over the railing of the second level, rappels down 10 meters to the floor, firing for accuracy the entire time. He must’ve dropped 4 or 5 of them in a matter of seconds! Never seen anything like it, on any other planet. The man moved from cover to cover, and every time he looked in their direction, there were less and less hostiles than before! Never took a hit, never stopped moving. Finally he’s got the leader pinned up against a wall, and he’s begging us to get him away from the big bad human, and I swear, the Ambassador hired him on the spot for the rest of the delegation.”

“You tell that story a lot, Homet,” Danny said, adjusting his cap.

“It bears repeating!” Homet laughed. The rest of the team was looking at Danny like a movie star just walked into the room to sign autographs. Coola was looking star struck, Ritz in awe, and Hayte, who actually hadn’t heard the story yet, was looking at him incredulously. Danny shrugged, kind of noncommittal, like saying “hey, it happens kid, gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Anyway, listen up people. We have an important job here in the next few cycles,” Danny said, “We’re supposed to take on cargo from the Val’kao and transport it to Outpost 19 on the other side of the system. Apparently cargo consists of some artifacts found during a geological survey, and they wanted some extra muscle moving it.”

“That’s pretty cool, the Vale are one of the oldest species in the quadrant,” Coola said. “I heard the oldest ruins on their planet are over 50,000 years old.”

“What’s the catch Chief? We can’t just be playing with rocks, right?” Homet asked.

“The catch is, ancient Vale apparently used something called Vishal Dirac, which translates into Singing Iron these days.”

“Well that sounds… fun,” Ritz said, skeptically.

“Wait wait wait, I know what that is!” Coola said excitedly. “Yeah, they found a natural deposit of that stuff way back in the day too, on a mining expedition. It made the news on multiple planets before they censored the article. I only read it because our instructor made us do a report on it.”

“What is it?” Hayte asked.

“It’s this rare mineral found deep in the planets crust. Apparently they struck a piece of it by accident with some digging equipment, and it completely destroyed the dig site. The ancient Vale used it in their crafting all the time. Singing Iron takes shock waves and amplifies them a few thousand times until the shaking just explodes outwards.”

“Why the hell did they make tools out of it then?” Homet asked, “if the stuff is that volatile why mess with it at all?”

“Depending on how you refine it, it can be made into weapons or tools that can break through practically anything,” Danny explained. “They sent me that article too. Apparently the ancient Vale had a special method of smelting it to make drills or swords and stuff, made them practically unstoppable.”

“Well they didn’t conquer the galaxy, so I guess that wasn’t true,” said Hayte snidely.

“Yup, volcanic eruptions beat everything,” Danny said. “Anyway, they requested we bring the samples and artifacts to the outpost for research, and the cargo is going to be about half Singing Iron in the form of primitive tools. They got the stuff locked in stasis-gel capsules to make sure we don’t all die, so hopefully that’s checked off.”

“The real problem,” Danny continued, “is gonna be these guys.” He punched a code into the console and brought up a file. A series of images appeared in a hologram above the table. The images showed several individuals with purple skin and scales, faces covered in masks, carrying bags and crates.

“These guys call themselves the Staal Mirac. Intel says they’re from coastal regions of Vale, near the older cities in the mountains. They claim to be confiscating objects important to the history of their people, mainly through theft or extortion.”

“Any use of violence?” Homet asked.

“None that’s been accredited to them, but you never know.”

“They just want to keep their stuff right?” Hayte asked. “What are we supposed to do if they engage us?”

“Technically the ‘stuff’ belongs to the people of Vale, who are members of the GAIL. Their government requested the research of the Singing Iron be done off world as a safety precaution. If they show up, non lethal only. I’m not starting a firefight with a bunch of hippies.”

“Understood, commander.”

As Danny walked away to his office, he heard Ritz ask “what’s a hippie?”

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[Translated to E24; Human; English]

[Both a historic find, and terrible tragedy today at the geological survey in the Vodek province, where 4 people lost their lives in a horrible accident. It’s unclear now just what exactly transpired, but initial reports are saying that a piece of mining equipment struck what seems to be a naturally occurring deposit of Vishal Dirac. Why this wasn’t found during previous scans of the region is unclear, but…]

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going nowhere. A planets worth of information on the Vale and Singing Iron barely covered two articles. Their government was working double time to ensure nobody learned about it. He’d had to use his GAIL command codes just to get clearance to read the barely 7 pages available at his security level. If this stuff was as dangerous as they said, Danny wanted to be as prepared as possible, and get it off his ship as quickly as he could.

Maybe some food would help clear his head. Danny grabbed a data pad and transferred the articles, leaving his office for the mess hall.

On the way there, he saw ensign Grite pushing a bucket around with a mop. His gray security uniform was replaced with a white jumpsuit, for the custodial staff. It had a bright yellow smear down the left side and on both knees, so he’d probably been cleaning something unsavory in the last few hours.

“You got a little something, right here,” Danny said as he walked past, making a ‘everywhere’ gesture. Grite glared at him, but said nothing. Danny saw 2 of the other 3 Sed down the hall a ways, one male and one female. Maybe they’d come to see what had happened to their 4th, but Danny didn’t say anything to them as he passed, just nodded and moved on.

The mess hall was probably the most interesting place on the ship, at least in Danny’s opinion. The Vending Machines in use on board the Noah might have been made on Earth (with the help of some alien tech to get things started) but they were used by everyone on board. Each unit had been programmed to produce cuisine from each member planet in the GAIL, so everyone had a little slice of home to enjoy during the year long mission. So many people in one place, interacting and living together, it honestly brought a tear to Danny’s eye. The safety of these people was his responsibility, and he was glad they were happily going about their day without worry.

Danny’s Grandfather had been a marine during his service, had fought to bring peace to the Earth during the initial shock of finding out they weren’t alone in the galaxy. A lot of people had trouble adjusting to a new truth. Finding out you weren’t the center of the universe was apparently a hard pill to swallow for some. Rebellions, wars, some pretty bad stuff happened in the first year or two before everything settled. His mom joined the service later as a pilot, flying rescues and aid all over the planet. She had said it was the right thing to do. People were scared and confused, so she felt a need to help, felt it ‘in her bones,’ she’d say.

“It’s the kind of thing heroes do, right Danny?” he remembered her saying one time, after coming back from some mission on the other side of the world.

Danny had always wanted to help people. When he was younger, he’d play knight with sticks and tubes and such with the neighborhood kids, saving the day and fighting bad guys. He didn’t really get the whole ‘soldier’ thing as a kid, but he understood that his family helped people, even the ‘new’ people, just like the knights of the round table from the stories his mom read to him before bed. Danny always figured he’d wield a sword and shield instead of a high powered plasma rifle, but the concept was similar. He’d followed in his family’s wake, taking up arms to help keep people safe.

Danny typed the command into the Vending Machine and got his own little slice of home to eat, a thick slice of pizza with 3 different types of meat on it. He saw a table taken up by the Bravo team from security and asked if he could sit down. He made small talk, gave them a brief overview of the mission and told them to expect a more extensive document to be sent to their data pads, and ate his food.

From across the mess hall he saw the 4 Sed make their way into the room, skip the Vending Machines entirely, and take up a small table against the wall. They seemed… uncomfortable in Danny’s eyes, but they didn’t look outwardly hostile to the other crew anymore. The same couldn’t be said for anyone else though. Apparently word of Grite’s demotion had made its rounds, as well as the reason why, and tables near them got up and moved away. Danny couldn’t say he blamed them. Leaving a man behind was unthinkable to a Marine. If anything, Danny was surprised the other Sed still interacted with the coward Grite. He’d read up on them, the Sed, the Borin, supposedly one of the most ‘ancient races in the galaxy’. They were supposed to be honorable warriors, but Danny had yet to see anything even remotely resembling honor.

Supposedly, the Stone Men, or the Sed, claimed to be the oldest race there was. They were prideful, often called arrogant, of their stony exterior. Their exoskeleton was said to be the mark of their superiority, able to take ray fire without giving way. And apparently, that ‘Highest Peaks’ thing Grite had called himself was the title given to only their most experienced warriors.

Danny hadn’t been that impressed.

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The Noah dropped from WARP at the rendezvous point right on schedule. The Val’kao was a few thousand meters in front of them, waiting.

“Helmsman, bring us around to port, and send word the shuttle bay to get ready for our visitors,” Skitch said.

“Acknowledged.”

“Captain, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be down there to meet them myself,” Danny said from his station.

“Feel free, Chief.”

Danny got up and left the bridge. Walking past the communication center on the way to the shuttle bay, he saw one of the Sed coming out, the female, her stony exterior a lighter tan than her fellows, like the color of good wheat.

There was something there Danny was seeing that he couldn’t reconcile. Her yellow uniform marked her as a communications officer, so it made sense that she’d be coming out of the comm room. There was a ship closing in that would need to stay in radio contact with them, so it made more sense for her to be in the room than not. For all intents and purposes, the Sed woman being there made total sense to any logically minded being.

But that didn’t mean that Danny couldn’t see all the ways it was wrong too. She was staring at him as he walked the hall, her rocky fingers gripping the data pad a little too tight, she flinched ever so slightly when she locked eyes with him. It made perfect sense for her to be there in that moment but every instinct Danny Ducane ever trained was screaming that something was wrong.

So he took note of it. Of everything. He never slowed down, never missed a beat, just continued walking down the hall like his brain hadn’t made the decision to investigate every detail of sensory data it collected. The whole situation, as it was, lasted a grand total of 8 seconds. And then he was past it, in the lift, and on the way to the shuttle bay.

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The cargo transfer went smoothly. Various I’s dotted and T’s crossed. Hands shook. The crew from the Val’koa looked relieved when the Singing Iron was off their ship. The stasis gel capsules looked like someone had taken a ton of jello and suspended souvenirs from a museum gift shop in them.

A couple of artifacts had caught the security crew’s eyes. Coola seemed fascinated with a set of drill bits and pick axes. Ritz was looking over a series of what looked like blacksmith tools, long pairs of tongs and a narrow hammer. One artifact in particular caught Danny’s eye. It’s looked like a big pitch fork, but the prongs were all sharpened to a razors edge. The data pad said it was an ancient Vale vibrating sword. Apparently the 13 prongs were struck on the ground to set the body shaking before emitting a massive sonic wave in the direction of the enemy.

“Cool,” Danny said quietly. Maybe it wasn’t a knight’s sword, but hey, swords of any kind have a kind of magic to them.

“Didn’t they make armor or shields or anything to play defense with?” Homet asked, looking at the checklist.

“The stuff vibrates so hard it would sheer your organs apart, bud,” Danny said.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Okay guys, once we get all this loaded up, it’s a straight shot to outpost 19.”

“I don’t get it Chief,” Hayte started. “if the thieves wanted to take the cargo, why not just take it now? The outpost would have more security and much better defenses than a freighter in orbit.”

“Maybe they thought it would be safer in a more stable environment,” Danny said. “Any of this stuff takes a bolt of plasma fire and it could rip a hole in the ship.”

“Or maybe,” said a new voice, “only one of the Staal Mirac had the nerve to try and take them from a GAIL ship!”

The group turned in unison, seeing a lone figure. He was wearing a cargo runner uniform, the same as the rest of the Val’koa crew, and in his hands was a Vale pistol. His purple skin had splashes of scales across his hands and up his neck, his head wrapped in a bandana with a mask around his face. To Danny eyes he couldn’t have been more than 20 years old in human years, maybe younger. This was a kid, no doubt about it.

“Nobody move!” The Vale kid said. Danny could see a slightly tremble in his hand holding the weapon. He was standing only 20 feet away, more than close enough for anyone to take a clean shot. More than close enough for one of them to get shot, too. They did as they were told.

“Is that your hippie, sir?” Ritz asked quietly, hands raising slowly into the air. Danny ignored him, wishing he’d put his work belt on. What good was a stun gun when it was in your office?

“Now,” said the young man, “you’re going to load this into a shuttle for me, and you,” he pointed at Danny with his free hand, “are going to sit in there with me while they do it.”

Danny said nothing, just nodded, and kept his hands raised as he walked slowly into the nearest shuttle.

He sat down in one of the seats while the Vale boy took the pilots chair. He hit a button and the door sealed shut, locking them in, then another to begin the engine firing sequence.

“You know your way around one of these,” Danny said. “You a pilot?”

“Yes,” they said shortly. “Get on your communicator and tell them to begin loading the artifacts.”

“What’s your plan here?” Danny asked. “Take a GAIL officer hostage, steal one of our shuttles, live happily ever after with those other thieving friends of yours?”

“They are not my friends,” said the Vale boy. “They are liars, and they are scoundrels. They stole those other artifacts to sell to the highest bidder, they do not care about our history, our culture!”

“Is that why you left them behind? So they couldn’t sell off what belonged to all the people of Vale?”

They said nothing. Danny could see little beads or blue sweat on their forehead, but it wasn’t even warm in the shuttle. They took their mask off and wiped their face before tossing it aside. This kid was young even by human standards.

“What’s your name kid?”

“… my name is Valco, and I am not a child.”

“No, of course not, you got a stolen shuttle and a gun on me, that makes you a man don’t it?”

“You would mock me when I could kill you right here?” Valco jabbed the gun just a little too close. Faster than he could think, Danny’s hands shot out and snatched the ray gun from out of the kid’s hands.

“I think I would, yeah,” Danny said, dismantling the weapon. When it was 9 parts on the floor, he looked at the Vale known as Valco. He looked confused, slowly morphing into scared. Neither of them moved.

“Okay, Valco, how long were you acquainted with the Staal Mirac?” Danny asked.

“What?”

“It’s just a question bud. I don’t think it was too terribly long if you’re opposed to their views this badly.”

“I- I- I joined them, a [zelen] [English: month] ago. They were at the grand market looking for supporters, to trick!”

“Easy, easy kid, you’re alright. I just have a couple more questions for you,” Danny said gently. He moved his booted foot to cover the blaster parts just in case.

“Why are you speaking to me like a friend, you are not. I am nobody to you.”

“You’re right. Hello, my name is Daniel Ducane, but you can call me Danny. It’s what friends call me,” he said, as mellow as possible. The kid looked like he was about to stroke out.

“See? Now we’re friends. Danny and Valco, thick as… well, apparently not thieves, which is great!” Danny chuckled. “So I’m assuming you overheard some stuff in that club that didn’t sound great, so now you’re running solo to keep Vale history safe, am I close?”

“What?” Valco said again, visibly sweating bullets now. Danny had to take a new approach. This kid wasn’t a criminal, wasn’t a bad guy, he was just a kid who in his own crazy way was trying to do the right thing, or at least what he thought was right.

“Okay… alright, let’s do this. We’ll make a game out of it, yeah? Do you have 20 questions on Vale?”

Valco shook his head.

“Well it goes something like this, I guess. You ask me a question, I’ll answer honestly, then I’ll ask you one, and so on and so on, okay?”

Valco nodded.

“You first, go ahead,” Danny said. Valco looked at him blankly.

“Why did you take apart the gun?”

“Because if I just left it sitting around, either of us could be tempted to use it. Better if all we can do in here is talk now.” Danny applied pressure to his foot and felt something crack beneath it. Good riddance.

“My turn, okay? Why did you do all this knowing the Staal Mirac were fakes?”

“…because my people are forgetting their culture. We were warriors, we were explorers, and now we are just… just miners, giving pieces of our planet and our history away to people who are not Vale.”

“I get that. You feel like the Vale’s identity is fading away, right?”

“Yes, exactly!” Valco said. “I thought the Staal Mirac understood this, but they do not, they are the problem, selling away pieces of our soul to make profit,” he spat out the word. “I used their name so people would not come looking for me afterwards.”

“Smart, kid,” Danny admitted.

“You asked a question, yes? It is my turn again.”

Danny laughed and nodded.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

There it was.

“Well Valco, you stowed away aboard a ship, impersonated an officer, and held another at gunpoint. And tried to steal a shuttle,” Danny said flatly. Valco’s face dropped further at each word.

“But here’s my input on this. Cargo ships have terrible crew logs. Stuff falls through the cracks all the time.”

Valco looked up, confused.

“What are you-”

“And you didn’t really do anything while aboard the Noah, just kinda sat around and talked more than anything.”

Valco’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

“Honestly, if anything you were actually a huge help in catching known thieves on your planet, the Staal Mirac! Assuming you are going to tell me where they are, yeah?”

Valco’s eyes widened.

“Yes, yes, I know exactly where they are, and I know where the artifacts from other robberies are being stored!”

“Okay then, that’s sorted,” Danny said. “Look kid… Valco, you seem like a good guy. Just got a little confused and made a mistake. So since you didn’t hurt anyone, I’m gonna stick my neck out for you. Here’s the deal…”

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BANG BANG BANG!

Ritz was banging on the shuttle door with the butt of his rifle while the others were getting into position. Chief Ducane had turned his radio off when he’d gone inside with the Vale, and that had been 20 minutes ago. The small ship had began takeoff preparations, but just as suddenly it had powered down. What was really worrying them was Danny still hadn’t gotten in contact with them.

Just before they were about to start burning a hole in the door with a laser drill, static popped across their comms.

“So if you all could not shoot us when the door opens, I won’t have to dock anyone’s pay, okay?”

“Chief!” Coola cried, relieved, “Are you okay? Did… is the Vale-”

“My new friend Valco here is just fine, and there’s no threat guys, so you can power down those rifles I know you have trained on the door, okay?”

The shuttle door opened, and there was Danny, dusting his hands together. Valco stood behind him, but Danny assured everyone it was fine.

“Homet, get me a line to the Vale security office down on the planet. We know where the Staal Mirac are hiding now.”

“Sir?”

“Today man, before they move.”

“Acknowledged.” Homet took off at a jog to the communications center.

“Coola, Ritz, does the captain know what happened here?”

“We sent a report when you went in, but…” they both shrugged.

“Send another, tell Skitch everything is fine, and we have a guest that needs something to eat. I’ll be in the mess hall with Valco here.”

“Chief?” Haute said questioningly.

“Yeah?”

“We’re not shooting the hippie right?”

“Correct. And he’s not a hippie. You’re a good kid, right Valco?”

Valco nodded.

“See? Totally fine. Now, about that grub I was talking about…”

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Outpost 19 was a refurbished mining rig on an asteroid in the outer stretch of the system. Reinforced walls and deep foundations made for a good environment to test dangerous materials. The Noah sat in the port while the unloading process was carried out.

In the mess hall, once Danny got some decent food in him, Valco really opened up. He told him where the actual Staal Mirac were hiding, what buyers they used, everything. By the time Danny fed him some desserts, Valco trusted him like they spent years together instead of a few hours.

After he was done, Danny walked him back to the shuttle bay.

“So tell me again, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to assist in the artifact transfer to outpost 19, then take a shuttle back to Vale with the investigators. Show them where the thieves are hiding.”

“And then?”

“I’m going to send communications to your friend in the embassy,” Valco nodded, “who will check up on the artifacts for me from time to time.”

“Good. Now here’s my information. I’m gonna call you myself in a week, see how you’re doing, make sure you’re staying out of trouble. And if you need anything, you call me, okay?”

Valco nodded, clutching his new comm-link.

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Danny,” he said.

“It’s just Danny, kid, we’re friends remember?”

Valco boarded the transfer shuttle and they were off, flying out to Outpost 19. Homet, who’d been standing nearby watching, lumbered over.

“Just when I think you humans can’t surprise me anymore… that was a real nice thing you did for that kid, Danny,” he said.

“He was just a little lost. Everyone’s been that age where they feel the urge to go save the world somehow. He’s just more proactive than some.”

“Could be he ends up in the GAIL fleet if the feeling’s strong. You said he was a pilot? Could be our next helmsman!” Homet laughed.

Danny hoped not. Kids should get to live peacefully, even the big ones like Valco. Leave the fighting to the grownups.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go explain this to the captain before he blows an antenna,” Danny said.

After he was gone, Homet looked across the expanse of space while the hangar doors were still open.

“You humans are so weird,” he said. “Hope you never stop surprising me.”

[bigmpregnm]

Becoming a Broodfather - Part 4

[Story Collection] | [Part 3] [●] [Part 5]

Ashton pushed his hips forward, fitting his foot-long dick into Dalton’s eager hole. Even though it wasn’t the first time they had sex, Ashton felt different this time. Dalton’s hole felt better than ever, and Ashton’s dick felt harder than ever.

Ashton started pounding hard, making Dalton moan loudly and beg the big guy for more. The twink loved when the big guy fucked him, but Ashton’s slow passion from previous times had been replaced by the raw power and dominance that Dalton loved.

“I’m going to get you so big that the apron won’t be able to cover your belly. I’ll pump you so full of my babies that you’ll be permanently hungry and desperate for more of me,” Ashton said, speeding up his pounding and making Dalton moan even more.

“YES! YES! I want your babies, big daddy! I need your seed! Fuck me hard!” Dalton was out of his mind, dominated by the pleasure Ashton was giving him. His hole squirmed around Ashton’s dick. His whole body longed for more. Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about growing even bigger with Ashton’s kids; it was as if the big guy had gotten into his mind to plant the thought.

Ashton grinned as he pounded faster, feeling his dick leaking a steady flow of pre-cum into Dalton’s guts. As Ashton thrust hard, he felt his balls swinging between his and Dalton’s bodies, but he noticed they felt different; they felt heavier. Deep inside him, he knew they were filling up with cum because he was aroused, but Ashton couldn’t help but think that they were even fuller than the other times he had sex with any of the husbands.

“Oh, big daddy. Yes, give me all you have.” Dalton cried out and moved his hand to his abdomen because the triplets were kicking up a storm, and as he felt them moving, he noticed his skin felt tighter. His belly was getting fuller already, even though Ashton wasn’t cumming yet; it was only the pre-cum.

“I’m not even close to cumming yet,” Ashton said, bucking his hips as hard and fast as possible while Dalton gasped for air, unable to form coherent words anymore. “This cute ass feels so delicious that I’m not planning on getting out any time soon.” Ashton firmly grabbed Dalton’s hips and ass, massaging them and sending shivers down the twink’s spine.

While Ashton fucked Dalton, they heard footsteps approaching, and looking looked up, he saw a naked Fallon looking at them in awe. “You’re done with your work?” Ashton asked, not stopping the pounding at all, receiving a nod from Fallon in response. “Come join us. You’ll be the next in line, but... I got something for you,” Ashton added, slapping his own ass to make it jiggle.

Fallon approached and obeyed Ashton without saying a word. Ashton leaned forward, pushing his belly tighter against Dalton’s back, which helped him pound even harder into the twink, who had a blank expression due to pleasure.

With his ass in line for Fallon, Ashton reached back and pulled him by the dick, guiding the bear’s dick to his ass. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and I’ll pump you full with my kids when I’m one with Dalton. You won’t even be able to walk once I’m done with you if you do a good job.”

Without hesitation and thinking about earning his reward, Fallon rested his big belly on Ashton’s back and pushed his dick between the muscular ass cheeks, fitting it into the tight hole and causing both men to groan. Fallon started pounding hard, synchronized with Ashton’s own pounding. Loud moans echoed through the entire father’s wing as the three men engaged in a long and raw sex session.

Dalton could only think about getting huge with Ashton’s kids as his belly inched outward with the big guy’s pre-cum. Even his pecs felt tighter, and his dick harder than ever before. His entire body felt ready to explode, and Dalton could only long for more. For Fallon, fucking Ashton’s magnificent ass was a dream come true, even more so considering it was his way to earn the chance to get fucked hard, just like Dalton.

“I’m going to have so much fun with the two of you,” Ashton said, but suddenly he heard footsteps approaching again. Between moans, groans, and grunts, Ashton turned around and saw Eaton looking at them without any clothes. “Hey there, big guy, come join the fun,” Ashton commanded, and Eaton walked toward the trio like a bee, following its queen, or king in this case.

Eaton got by Ashton’s side, pushing his big belly against Ashton’s body, with his dick fully hard and his leaking nipples red and engorged. Ashton grinned and reached for one of Eaton’s nipples to tease it with his fingers. Eaton gasped as milk started pouring from his nipple, and the babies in his belly started moving a lot. Ashton pulled Eaton close enough for him to reach the leaking nipple and start sucking on it.

Dalton’s ass pleased his dick, Fallon’s dick pleased his ass, and Eaton’s pecs provided him with delicious milk that made Ashton groan in pure bliss. Ashton’s hips bucked hard as he felt his balls getting even fuller and heavier. Between the bodies of the three men surrounding him, Ashton couldn’t see what was happening with his balls, but the closer he got to climax, the more he understood that a massive load was building up to overflow Dalton’s guts. It felt like Ashton’s body was upgrading to meet his goal: blowing all those men up with his seed.

“So tight!” Dalton cried out, feeling his belly expand due to the river of pre-cum leaking into him.

Ashton groaned as he continued drinking Eaton’s milk while Fallon thrust hard behind him. He felt his dick throbbing hard, feeling somewhat thicker. Then, unable to hold back anymore and feeling his balls ready to burst, Ashton started cumming more than ever, accelerating the expansion of Dalton’s belly.

Dalton groaned and gasped repeatedly as his belly inched outward. While his belly expanded, Dalton felt his pecs also expanding, soon followed by his balls. Dalton’s mind was blank, but he could also feel his own dick growing larger. His almost 2-foot-long dick lengthened and thickened, a reaction to the intensity of the moment and the enormous amount of cum entering Dalton’s body.

By the time Ashton stopped cumming, Dalton’s pecs looked close in size to beach balls; his belly was bigger than a yoga ball, heavily resting on the couch he was leaning into; his balls were almost as big as his pecs; and his dick was a bit over three feet long. Dalton panted heavily, unable to catch his breath because Ashton’s dick was still throbbing inside him, and even though Ashton wasn’t thrusting into him directly anymore, Fallon’s pounding made it feel like Ashton was still fucking Dalton.

Fallon shot a huge load into Ashton’s hole a few minutes later, making the new broodfather feel somewhat bloated but not visibly bigger. Ashton sucked on Eaton’s pecs for another minute and then started pulling his dick out of Dalton, who could barely move due to the size and weight of his belly, pecs, balls, and dick. Immediately, Fallon took his dick out of Ashton and turned around to present his fat ass, ready for a fuck and longing to get as big as Dalton.

Without hesitation, Ashton shoved his hard dick into Fallon’s eager hole and started pounding hard and fast. After releasing such a massive load into Dalton, Ashton’s arousal skyrocketed, so the flow of pre-cum getting through his dick was thicker than before. He felt his balls getting extremely full quicker than before, and Fallon’s moans turned him on even more.

Then, while he fucked Fallon, Ashton winked at Eaton, inviting the big guy to fuck his muscular ass like Fallon did a few minutes before. Eaton obeyed without hesitation and buried his dick between Ashton’s ass cheeks. The three of them synchronized his movements, guided by Ashton’s pounding. Moans echoed through the rooms as the fucking intensified. Ashton loved the feeling of Eaton’s dick buried in his ass, but the sensation of his hips colliding against Fallon’s fat ass was incredible.

Ashton grabbed Fallon’s hips and thrust even harder, feeling his balls getting so full and heavy that he wondered how they hadn’t exploded. Then, without warning, he started shooting another sea of cum into Fallon’s fertile belly, making him expand even faster than Dalton. Simultaneously, Eaton started cumming and filling Ashton’s guts with his warm seed, making him feel even more bloated and causing his belly to slightly expand.

Meanwhile, Fallon groaned in discomfort while his belly expanded rapidly, filling up with gallons of Ashton’s warm seed. His pecs and balls also expanded to match with Fallon’s huge belly. Fallon panted heavily while he dealt with the pressure within his belly, which outgrew Dalton’s in a few seconds. Since he was carrying six babies in his belly and two in each pec, Fallon was bigger than Dalton, to begin with, so when Ashton’s cum flooded his belly, it got easily twice as big as Dalton’s, the same as his pecs and balls. Even his entire body seemed to be getting thicker while his belly expanded. Fallon got fatter and added to his belly, pecs, and balls; he looked truly massive.

When Aston took his dick out of Fallon, he glanced at his crotch, noticing that his dick was bigger than before—at least 4 inches longer and visibly thicker. His big balls had also grown a lot, getting close to football’s size and looking ready to burst. Ashton grinned and absentmindedly flexed his arms, feeling powerful. Then he realized his muscles had also grown, increasing his proud and dominant attitude.

Eaton took his dick out of Ashton’s ass and, looking at Dalton and Fallon resting on their enormous bellies, quickly positioned his ass before Ashton, ready to be filled.

“Please! I need you! Please, big daddy!” Eaton begged, calling Ashton by the same name Dalton used for him, even though Eaton was bigger than Ashton.

Ashton’s dick entered Eaton in a blink, and the pounding started immediately. Ashton’s mind was fully focused on filling up Eaton’s belly, just like Dalton’s and Fallon’s, to get them as pregnant as possible. He had started the day as a trainee to become a broodfather, but now he only wanted to get a massive brood, and he had the perfect men for that right there.

Ashton fucked Eaton, especially hard, because the man was bigger than Dalton and Fallon. This resulted in a lot more pre-cum leaking into him while Ashton’s hips continued bucking fast, making Eaton expand in all directions really fast. Eaton’s pecs bounced and leaked a lot of milk while the fucking intensified. The living room was a mess, and a pool of milk formed at Eaton’s dick as his entire body started inflating right before his eyes.

Ashton grinned when he noticed Eaton’s muscles getting bigger due to the stimulation and all the pre-cum getting inside him, like Dalton’s dick growth or Fallon’s fat gain. The bigger Eaton’s muscles got, the hornier Ashton became. He loved the sound of Eaton’s massive pecs bouncing and the milk sloshing inside, and the significant muscle growth allowed Ashton to pound harder, taking him closer to cumming much faster. From Ashton’s perspective, Eaton’s muscles looked cartoonishly large, turning him on a lot.

When Ashton couldn’t hold his orgasm back anymore, a tsunami of cum flooded Eaton’s belly. His pecs and balls blew up in an instant, accentuating the overall growth he had experienced. Eaton’s belly was huge before Ashton started cumming, and it rapidly outgrew Dalton’s and Fallon’s. Eaton moaned out loudly, and his own dick started shooting cum all over the carpet; the intensity of his orgasm came from the unbelievably good sensation of his entire body growing fuller with Ashton’s cum.

“This was so good. You guys look amazing with those enormous bellies,” Ashton said, pulling his dick out of Eaton and marveling at the realization that his own dick had grown again, and his muscles had also grown bigger. “Fuck, yeah! You guys better be ready for round two because I’m far from over,” he added, walking toward Dalton, who was still leaning onto his yoga-ball-sized belly on the couch, unable to think clearly or say a word.

Ashton reached forward and rubbed the sides of Dalton’s belly, making the twink moan loudly and shiver uncontrollably. Ashton pushed his hips forward and rubbed his dick against Dalton’s cute bubble butt, who responded with heavy pants. Ashton grinned and pushed his 16-inch-long dick into Dalton’s hole, pounding into him harder than before and making Dalton moan louder than before.

“We have a long day ahead of us to get your bellies, pecs, and balls gigantic with my kids,” Ashton whispered while he pounded hard and Dalton only responded with moans while Eaton and Fallon rubbed their own bellies and groaned in discomfort and arousal.

****

Aaron opened the main door of the father’s wing by mid-day, soon followed by Byron and Carson, who came home to have lunch with the other husbands as always. Dalton usually had lunch for them by the time they arrived home for lunch, but when they entered the living room, they found an unexpected scene and no food in sight. However, what lay before their eyes was ten thousand times better than any lunch.

They first spotted Fallon, whose belly rested heavily on the ground while he was on his knees. The belly alone was four or five feet tall and stuck further than that in front of him. His enormous pecs rested heavily on the massive belly, each one bigger than medicine balls. His balls, similar in size to his pecs, rested on the ground behind him, making him look trapped in his own body. However, Fallon’s entire body looked thicker, father but stronger, seemingly allowing him to move his newly acquired bulk. He was panting heavily and didn’t even notice the arrival of the three men.

Right beside him, Eaton lay on his back on the floor, his belly sticking up in the air, much bigger than Fallon’s. His pecs, blocking the view of his face, were as big as Fallon’s, and a stream of milk poured out of them without control. His balls rested on the ground between his enormously muscular legs, and his big dick stood hard beneath his massive belly. In Eaton’s case, even though his belly could’ve crushed anyone under its enormity, his muscles had grown so enormous that his entire body looked like a group of mountains and hills supporting each other. He was far bigger than any heavyweight bodybuilder, looking surreal due to his gigantic muscles. His face was blank, still high on pleasure.

Then, they saw Dalton resting on the couch. His pecs were like yoga balls, not as big as Fallon’s or Eaton’s, but looking incredibly full. His belly was smaller than the other men’s bellies, but on his thinner frame, it looked bigger than the rest of his body. His balls hung over the edge of the couch, resting on the ground, almost as big as Fallon’s. He was lost in pleasure, unable to think or do anything but moan loudly.

Ashton stood right before Dalton, facing away, riding the twink’s enormous dick and enjoying the sensation of the massive dick making his abdomen bulge. Ashton had fucked each man twice, but once he was done, he decided to have fun with Dalton’s 3-and-a-half foot of dick. Right before everybody’s eyes, Dalton started cumming, making Ashton’s big belly bulge out even more, filling it up very quickly. With Eaton’s and Fallon’s loads also slowing inside him, Ashton’s belly looked twice as big as in the morning.

The rest of the broodfather’s body had also grown, making him look imposing. His muscles resembled a world-class bodybuilder’s physique but bulging even more. He was a few inches taller, and his dick and balls had also grown. Every inch of Ashton’s body shouted “authority,” and the three newly arrived men couldn’t help but feel drawn by that authority. As Ashton moved from Dalton’s dick, revealing the enormity of the twin’s fuck tool and leaving everybody speechless, he approached Aaron, Byron, and Carson with a cocky grin.

“I was waiting for you to come home for lunch. Sadly, Dalton had been busy these last few hours, so there’s no food but… I think I can give you something better to make you feel full,” Ashton said, standing before Aaron and reaching for his hips to take his pants off. “I don’t think any of you want to go back to work, right?” Ashton pulled the neck of Aaron’s shirt and, with a strong and swift movement, ripped it off to reveal the pregnant man’s torso.

Aaron, Byron, and Carson gasped and moved their heads to the side, confirming they weren’t going back to their jobs. They were under Ashton’s control, and nothing could stop the broodfather from enormously knocking them up like Dalton, Eaton, and Fallon. Ashton grinned and stood before Byron, ripping off his shirt and doing the same with Carson’s. Once the three of them were shirtless, Ashton moved from one man to the other, ripping their pants and underwear off without asking any questions.

“You’re ready for some fun now,” Ashton said, caressing Aaron’s fat ass. “I’ll get you as big as the three guys I already fucked. I don’t think you’ll fit into your clothes after this.”

Ashton, standing right behind Aaron, pushed his big dick between the fat ass cheeks, making Aaron moan. Ashton couldn’t help but moan because Aaron’s huge ass felt wonderful around his dick. He had enjoyed Dalton’s, Eaton’s, and Fallon’s, but in the whole house, Aaron had the best ass. As he started pounding hard, he pulled Byron closer and passionately kissed his lips.

“Fuck me. Please me with your dick,” Ashton said as he broke the kiss, and Byron only nodded and obeyed.

As Byron buried his dick into Ashton’s hole, a zombified Carson approached, and Ashton messaged his enormous pecs. Carson started moaning, almost as loud as Aaron, while Ashton caressed his pecs and teased his nipples. Then, as he leaned in to get one of Carson’s nipples in his mouth to suck on it, the moans got louder. Behind them, Byron started fucking Ashton with the same force Ashton used on Aaron. The three men moaned while they pleased or were pleased by Ashton.

As pre-cum started leaking out of his dick like a river, Ashton intensified the fucking, sending Aaron into a blank-minded state where he could only moan and mumble. He couldn’t form coherent words, but Ashton recognized the words “more,” “fuck,” and “please,” between Aaron’s animalistic groans and grunts. Byron and Carson were in a similar state where they only cared about pleasing their big daddy.

Even though it felt like an eternity, Ashton started cumming a few minutes later, and the torrent of cum expanded Aaron’s belly incredibly large. His pecs and balls expanded, but the most outstanding change occurred on his backside. While he kept cumming, Ashton felt Aaron’s fat ass expanding and getting plumper. His hips widened, and his legs thickened, but even then, his ass looked enormous on his body.

Ashton slapped Aaron’s massive ass when he stopped cumming, leaving the big man gasping for air after the intense fucking. Then, Ashton felt Byron cumming deep inside him and adding a massive load to his already rounded-out belly. Since Byron’s balls were so big, his load was large, and Ashton loved it. As he felt Byron’s load settling down in his belly, Ashton took his dick out of Aaron and marveled at the changes in his body.

“The fun is just starting. Byron, your turn to be filled with my kids, and Carson… come here and fuck me hard, like you’ve never fucked anyone,” Ashton commanded, making them jump into action while Aaron couldn’t respond due to the pleasure and discomfort in his enormous belly.

Byron pulled his dick out of Ashton and immediately presented his ass for a fuck. Ashton buried his dick into Byron’s ass without hesitation as Carson pushed his dick between Asthon’s muscular ass cheeks. As the pounding started, Byron started groaning while Ashton’s dick throbbed and leaked inside him. The sensation was unbelievably good, and even though Ashton had fucked him before, the broodfather’s newly acquired confidence made the experience a lot better. Also, Ashton’s dick was sending so much pre-cum into him that it felt better than the usual orgasm, even though it wasn’t even an orgasm yet.

Carson and Ashton thrust hard, and they couldn’t resist the urge to unload their seed, causing them to start cumming at the same time. Carson released a massive load into an aroused Ashton, who rubbed his beach-ball-sized belly, but Byron’s belly expanded so fast with Ashton’s cum that he was breathless. His belly soon matched Aaron’s, and some other body parts also expanded. His pecs grew a lot, but his balls outgrew everybody else’s balls in the room. The sensation was so good that Byron started cumming all over the floor, adding a sea of cum to the chaotic living.

Byron was speechless and mumbling just like Aaron by the time Ashton stopped cumming, so the broodfather focused on the big CEO, Carson, who was desperate for Ashton’s dick. With a mischievous grin, Ashton made Carson lean forward against another couch, and as he did with Dalton, he fucked him hard without warning and without breaks while Carson’s belly inflated with cum. While Ashton fucked him, he couldn’t help but beg for more.

“Don’t worry. Even after I fill you up in this round, I’ll give you more, plenty more,” Ashton added as he started cumming deep into Carson’s hole, making his belly expand fast and causing his pecs to grow enormous just like Aaron’s ass, Byron’s balls, Dalton’s dick, Eaton’s muscles, and Fallon’s fat. Each man had a specific body part that had reacted to Ashton’s stimulation, turning them into better fucking machines for Ashton to enjoy.

Carson panted while rubbing his massive belly, feeling Ashton’s torrent of cum entering his body. He felt incredibly full, and his pecs were heavier than ever, but he wanted more; he needed more. He longed for more of Ashton’s seed because he wanted to feel dominated by the new broodfather; he wanted to feel full of him. Ashton reached forward to touch Carson’s pecs while they expanded and firmly squeezed them.

“There’s more coming,” whispered Ashton into Carson’s ears, restarting the pounding. “Let’s start with round 2.” Ashton continued fucking Carson, and moans filled the room again.

****

Tim stood in the living room with a broad grin, observing the extraordinary scene. His six husbands lay on the floor with enormous bellies and many other changes in their bodies. Most of them were unresponsive after two rounds of wild sex with Ashton, rendering them almost immobile due to their gigantic bellies. And then, there was Eaton, who was moaning out loud while Ashton fucked him for the third time. His belly was already bigger than the others after the previous rounds and the river of pre-cum flowing into him, but Ashton seemed to be close to cumming again.

“It seems like you had some fun today,” Tim said as he approached Ashton and Eaton, caressing Byron’s and Dalton’s bellies on the way and making them groan. “You really filled them up a lot. That’s amazing,” Tim added, standing beside a blank-minded Eaton and caressing the big man’s muscles.

“I’m not done with them yet,” Ashton responded while he continued pounding hard into Eaton’s muscular ass. “Now I get why you fuck them so often and why you like getting pregnant,” Ashton said, looking down at his yoga-ball-sized belly, full of the six husband’s cum and Tim’s kids.

“You finally understood. You’ve become a broodfather,” Tim said, caressing Ashton’s belly while the fucking continued. “And you grew a lot over the day. Your muscles, your height. You’re a perfect broodfather now,” Tim added, standing behind Ashton to squeeze his ass.

Ashton only groaned in response and started pumping Eaton full with gallons of his seed, making the big man’s belly expand to twice the size of the bellies of the other five husbands. His muscles expanded even more while Tim observed. Eaton was a massive mountain of muscle, balls, and belly, a LOT of belly, and Ashton hadn’t stopped cumming yet. Tim could only smile and rub his belly while Ashton continued cumming into Eaton.

“You’ve done great, kid. Now, let me show you who’s the big boss here,” Tim said, slapping Ashton’s ass and getting ready to fuck it. Tim took his massive dick out and quickly shoved it in Ashton’s hole, making him moan loud. Tim started fucking the new broodfather while Ashton finished with Eaton, and managed to pull his dick out of the enormously pregnant muscular man.

“You already had two rounds with each of them? Well, let’s do a round or two,” Tim added, grinning and fucking Ashton with all he got. Ashton moaned, pushing his hips backward as he felt Tim’s pre-cum entering him and making his big belly feel tight. Tim continued fucking him, focused on showing Ashton the full extent of what means to be a broodfather.

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[bigwishes]

After you're done with your last set for arms, you feel bloated, which is weird since you've only been drinking water during this session sense you forgot your protein shake at home.

As you place the weights back on rack, you feel a burp coming. No, this was a gonna be a belch... Normally, you'd just let it out, but this one felt different. You try to get to the locker room, but only make it 5 steps from the rack.

BUUUUUURRRRPRP, it's sounded like a roar more than a burp tbh. The whole gym stared at you for a second before you did thay awkward wave and smile to say sorry.

It felt good to release it, tho. It felt really good. You didn't notice yet, but your pump hasn't faded away. In fact, it started to spread throughout your body. You felt another belch happening. You quickly get to the locker room and went into an open shower.

You let this rip from your mouth. It seemed to be longer than the last one. It felt even better also. Then you noticed that you were getting hard, your gym clothes started to feel tight.

Another burp was coming. Your gut bloated af. Your muscles are feeling pumped up. Your dick is becoming rock hard in your shorts. Good thing you're in the shower.

You let the burp out, even better than the last one. You hear and feel your clothes start to rip. You start to mindlessly flex your body. Feeling yourself grow is such a turn-on and from burping? Weird but hey, you growing.

This time, you let out another one, then another, and one more. Each one right after another. You couldn't stop yourself. It felt great to release it all. Each burp you become taller, your frame filling out the shower. Your balls became bigger and heavier, your dick was well over 10 inches long now and at least 7 inches around.

It felt like you wanted to cum but another burp came up. Your legs are massive. There was nothing left of your gym shorts. Your shirt is in tatters. Your massive meaty pecs broke through it 3 burps ago. Your arms are huge. Your stomach is still bloated. You kept burping and growing until you need to get out of the shower and into the locker room. Your head is hitting the ceiling and none of your spare clothes will fit you now.

You saw the mirror and let out yet another belch. It started to stink in the locker room, but you don't care. In fact, it made you even harder. You flexed in front of the mirror, watching as your massive frame became even bigger. Another burp, and now you have to slouch in the locker room.

You see a scale and step on to it. 400 lbs. 5% body fat. Another burp and the scale broke. You mindlessly get out of the locker. Completely naked. You didn't care, what were they going to do? You stepped out and fully stood up and let out the biggest and longest burp you've done so far. Your body grew every second of that burp.

Your head is now grazing the gym ceiling, which is about 20 feet tall. Your dick is about 5 feet long now and 3 feet thick, and your balls outweigh the whole dumb bell rack. You're now about 1000 lbs. You feel no are invincible. You let out another belch...

Tried my best at the burping trigger.

DAMN

FUCK THAT WAS HOT

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Part Two of the Billy Hargrove ff (there will be 5 parts btw, 7 with the censored versions 🧏‍♀️the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

Warning: if you're a minor shoo or I'll ground you!

Warnings for this part:

Dirty language, kissing, touching, Billy getting off to you, explicit language, smut basically, uhhh just basically a whole bunch of getting worked up, smacking (you'll see) and slight kinks (degrading, etc)🦦. If there's more let me know I think this is all of the stuff in this.

Cause I need more than my imagination

~part 3

"You didn't use my perfum, are you sure?"

"Yeah it's probably like, I don't know, your shirt that smells a lot of your perfum, maybe the perfum got in the walls already. You always smell like a bottle of it so I wouldn't be surprised."

He chuckled.

"Doll, I see the way you react when I sit closer to you, or when you smell my jacket. Which no offense, I find that desperation to smell me and like me, very hot. But wouldn't want to accuse you of anything"

He set down the drinks walking over to you standing by the bed end.

"You're mistaken, I can't avoid it when you jacket reeks of cigarettes all the time. Also stop smoking it's unhealthy" you reply turning around to pick up his blanket. Turning around and wrapping it around yourself.

"Oh yeah? I reek? How come I see you bite your bottom lip when I smoke?"

"Again, you're mistaken, I'm actually trying not to gag then"

"Hahaha riiiight, you wanna gag for a different reason? Mh?"

"Pass."

"To bad" he replied smugly, sitting down on the bed as you took your drink and a slight awkward silence overtook the room.

"Soo" you start.

"So" he copies you, waiting for you to continue.

"So, your parents home?"

"Nope. Just us sugar tits"

"Haha okay...so what's the plan?"

"I don't know, I could think of something but I doubt you're down for it." He says undoing some of his buttons, opening the flannel his chest now basically all the way exposed. You roll your eyes while the familiar hest rises from your toes to you face.

"Whore" you joke as you grab one of his cds.

"I'd gladly be your personal men whore, if it means I can taste you and hold you. I'm all for it"

"Can we listen to, uh Mötley Crüe, that's how you pronounce it?"

"Sure sugar, put it on" he says getting up and walking behind you, his hand sliding around your waist, the blanket barely doing anything to make the touch less tempting. His lips settle on the back of your neck, as he watches you put the cd in the cd player, your blush smacking you across your face once more. As his hand wraps around you, pushing the blanket open slightly as he slips his hands into it to feel your skin just below your crop top. Another kiss landing on your neck, over your pulse point. A deep inhale erupts from him as his fingers slightly grip into your skin.

Come on and dance starts playing, you totally missed when he skipped the first song to this one. Before you can react you feel him leave a wet kiss on your neck.

"I want you Doll...what do you say, mh? I need to feel you Sugar"

You take in a shaky breath, the air in your lungs burning slightly for some reason. You can taste his lips on your tounge, when you never even kissed..

"Billy..we haven't even kissed yet, like really kissed yet."

"Shit.. if that's something you're up for now, I can work with that...I think kissing you will be more than enough for me to make myself fall asleep tonight." He whispers, his breath hitches, he take a deep breath as he slowly turns you around, trapping you between him and the desk where the music played.

He watched you, your eyes scanning his face slowly, a little flustered as you gathered your guts. Taking his face in your hands gently.

"I..don't know how to do this... well I kissed a guy before but it was like uhm a peck? Was a stupid spin the bottle thing...." You whisper against his lips, barely inches away now.

"Fuck, Doll, I will teach you whatever you don't know yet. Damn....shit I'll teach you whatever you need me to, I'd teach you to ride a bike if you don't know how..that just means I can be a major part of your life, that's all I want.."

"Okay but...if I suck please tell me?" You reply quietly, he just nods furiously, when you look at him and nod your head slightly he gently moves closer. Watching the way your eyes close tightly as you wait. He smiles before he kisses you, just a small peck. Pulling away to see you confused.

"...that's it?"

"No ..I just need a second or I'll lose myself"

You wait as he stares at you, the music the only sound.

"...you all calm and collected again?"

"Yeah"

Was all he said before he grabbed your hips pulling you against him, his lips back on yours. Slowly, you catch the right way of kissing him back, after a few embarrassing tries to move with him. When you finally got the right speed and movements, he groans against your lips. Sucking on your bottom lip, you wrap your arms around his neck way to smoothly, like you've done it multiple times. It just came so naturally.

He nibbles your bottom lip now, pulling away slightly, barely getting his words out before be kisses you again.

"Please, fuck darling open your mouth I need more"

When his lips went back on yours after that hurried sentence, you shivered, his tounge sliding over your lips and before you know it you relax and enjoy the way he slowly deepens the kiss. Almost careful. It didn't last long, before he huffed and full on frenched you. Sucking, moaning, sloppy wet sounds of both teeth and lips slowly mix with the music.

(God I'm dying here, this is more cringe then I expected. The fact I'm writing this to share it here my gosh !!)

His hand groping your waist as he stops himself from touching you inappropriately. He pulls away when he hears you mumble his name.

"Yeah.." *he breaths out licking his lips, staring at yours waiting to feel and taste you again.

You pant slightly, the heat in your abdomen seeping.

"Billy..you can touch me..like" blushing as what you're about to say, "touch me like really"

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"How much? Like can I slip under your clothes?" You can't form words again, just nodding.

"Say yes, and I'll touch you however you want me to.."

"Yes..Billy please touch me"

He nods, groaning as his eyes flicker to the floor, hanging his head slightly, taking a deep breath. You just wait playing with his curls.

"Fuck...I'm not usually like this, I swear..uh let's sit down this is awkward"

You chuckle, "from what people say you're definitely never like this"

"Shush"

He pulls you along gently sitting down and pulling you on his lap, his hands slipping under your top, as he looks up at you, sticking out his tounge, which you surprisingly kiss gently, before connecting your tounge to his, moaning as he gripped your waist hard. Deepening the kiss in a hurry, his hands slipping further up your shirt, just under your bra, before one moves back to your hips. Brushing over your ass, before he grips it harshly when you bit his tounge slightly.

He separates from the kiss, trailing kisses down your jaw, to you throat, all the way to the small space between shoulder and collar bone. Billy groans as he accidentally nudged you against the growing solid.

"Fuckkk" was all that hissed into the kisses before he did it again. Shit did it do things to you. You felt yourself pant into his hair, gently gripping it as your head leaned back, giving him more space to suck and kiss.

"Fuck Billy, is this what making out it?"

A deep hum leaves him as he stops, gripping your hips with both hands, grinding you harder.

"S dry humping darling, we moved a bit to deeply into making out. Probably already in the middle stage.."

"Middle stage ?mh..I think I like middle stage" you pant out, your hands resting on his neck, thumbs nudging his jaw to kiss him again.

He moans for the first time. Moving away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and you grinding, possibly me coming in my pants at some point"

You laugh slightly.

"Yeah I'm more than fine with that"

"Good, cause if not I'd need the bathroom real bad"

I smile, tilting my head.

"Yeah? Billy I'm not so innocent, I'd love to watch...you don't need to go out of your way to leave the room for me.."

His eyes flicker over your face, swallowing hard as he adjust.

"You wanna...watch me get off?"

You nod, kissing his neck.

"I'm sure it will help if I'm here no?"

He separates from you, changing positions, a bit to fast too. He had you on the bed on your back as he reached for his belt while he sat between your thighs.

"You sure?"

"Yeah.."

Unbuckling his belt, janking it open, undoing his dark blue jeans, about to pull them a bit down before he leans down, holding your throat gently.

"Open your mouth darling"

You smirk, snorting before you do as he asked. He moves back slightly, groaning as he struggles to move his pants and boxers out of the way, when he finally did, the wet sound was unmistakable. The huff before he stuck out his tounge. Leaning up slightly to close the gap, his moan muffles into you as he moves his hand.

Breaking up the kiss he sits up, moving the hem of his flannel in-between his teeth. Staring at you as he moves his hand over his length over and over. You blush hiding your face slightly because the wet, sickly erotic sound really got to you. Wanting to close your legs but he just pushed them apart again, pushing up your skirt.

"Don't you dare close your legs Doll" he says dropping the flannel, causing it to cover his tip. Groaning he grabs the button up and rips it.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"You're gonna need to find the buttons later! And I'm gonna have to sew it for youu"

"Fuck the buttons, as long as you push mine I'll walk around with an open shirt"

"How come you're so quiet?"

"It's embarrassing. I'd moan or whine"

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Rising your eyebrows.

"Billy, you have any idea what it does to me when you moan? You think I won't enjoy every other sound you'll make while jerking off, watching me. Possibly imagining how I'd feel wrapped around you?"

He moans loudly throwing his head back,

"God damn doll you'll make me cum with that talk"

"Oh? You like when I talk like this? Is that how dirty you are? Want me to keep going?"

He nods his head, hooded eyes looking down at you.

"Shit you are a whore for me" you don't miss the way his body shudders.

"Oh my god you're into degrading!?' I mean I knew you were kinky and a sluty guy but my gosh"

"Fuck please don't go there right now. I'm about to burst"

"Oh I'm sure. With the way you're leaking, and the way you're shaking your hips into your hand, like a rutting animal" you purr sitting up, facing him, a husky whine leaving his lips as he feels your hand on the tip of his dick.

You gulp as you feel it, it's warm and wet twitching slightly. God you could do this all the time if it means seeing him like this.

"You're so hot...shit you gonna cum soon?"

"Yeah why"

"I'm so wet- oh oh wow okay"

You giggle as he moans loudly his cum dripping down your palm.

"Shit sorry.. I- I thought I could...fuck...last longer than that.." he mumbles opening his eyes when he didn't receive a answer to see you staring at your hand.

"Fuck wait" you watch him as he gets up in a hurry, breathing heavily as he grabs a shirt to clean your hand.

"Billy?" You say gently as he hums in reply.

"Need some help over here"

"Yeah I know" he hurries turning around taking your hand gently, "you said you'd only watch Darling"

"Yeah well how could I not touch you when you look like the most beautiful statue?"

He laughs slightly, a blush you haven't noticed on his face as he wiped your hand.

"Also..I didn't mean I need help with my hand Bill"

He stares at you, through his sweaty bangs, kneeling infront of you after he cleaned your hands.

(Yall like this but in a caring way, you see the vision?!)

"Yeah? What do you need help with then?"

"Mhhh well" you whisper blushing taking his hands placing them on your thighs. "Think you can figure it out lover boy?"

He smiles, "I don't know if I should take offense to that" his hands traveling up your thighs under your skirt slightly, "or wherever I should get back at you for it"

"How about you get that mouth doing something better than talking?"

"Hah wow aren't you being a bit to commanding now Doll?"

"Mh don't you like it, I thought you'd be into dominant me, since you know, you get off to me calling you names"

Groaning he smacks your thighs about to scold you, when a moan left your lips. Causing his mouth to hang open and yours shutting tightly.

"Fuck Doll, did you like that?" He asks his hand rubbing the spot he smacked, you cover your mouth with your hands nodding hesitantly.

"Damn..."

(Ahahaa part three a continuous of this coming soon, the pop pop part. Gosh I'll kill myself, if people irl find this jeez. Anyhow it's done the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Isn't the way we do XL sizes hot?

Like, first you're "large", maybe a standard deviation away from the average, of that. The big side of normal.

But then you get fatter than that, now it's notable. You're not just large. You're too big for large. You're extra large.

But then you keep growing past that and now we have a problem. You're even fatter than the notably fat. So we settle on "Extra Extra Large".

But you can't leave well enough alone, can you and now your fatter than the "fatter than fat". So we throw up our hands and call it "3XL" for short, which is a good thing because you keep getting fatter than we previously thought possible, so we just keep adding to the number in front as we add inches to the latest batch of clothes.

it’s so wild I’ve gotten here. I haven’t worn a large in a long time. Literally decades I think. But 5XL? I never in my wildest dreams ever anticipated being over 3XL. When 4XL came I chocked it up to me simply wanting baggier clothes. I literally said to myself “better stop here, all the stores don’t carry over 3XL in person”. A 3XL is now a kinky shirt for me that I could break buttons off of.

5XLs aren’t baggy on me. They just fit correctly. I could probably get away with a 5XLT, because I’m very tall and have a hanging gut.

it’s an astute observation you’ve made here. I am now 5 times larger than the large size, and I suppose it makes sense? I eat 3-5 times, sometimes 8-9 the average person each meal. The average person’s lunch is only 1/5th what I eat. I literally consume 5X the serving sizes. My daily caloric intake is often close to 5X the average person.

So it does make sense doesn’t it? 5XLs suit me. I’m 5X the person.

It will be a shame if I outgrow my current wardrobe. I love them all!

[lesbehonestsstuff]

Catholic guilt - part 5

Casey Novak has always been the good catholic girl. Always perfect, always trying to meet high expectations. But she doesn't understand why she feels no interested in the boys who flirted with her, why her eyes instead linger on other girls.

Word count: 2084

Chapter 5/?

TW: Homophobia

I meant to post this earlier but I had a shit weekend so it took a little longer

Casey’s heart pounded as she stood frozen in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. The suffocating silence between her and her father was more terrifying than any yelling could be. His rigid stance was exact, his uniform pressed and pristine, the medals on his chest catching the dim light as he glared at her, cold and unmoving. Air Force Colonel Richard Novak was a terrifying figure; his eyes bore into her, and she could see the fury in them.

“Where were you?” His voice was low, measured, each syllable edged with menace that made her blood run cold. She hadn’t seen him in months. He had been on deployment, and part of her had wished he would never come back—that maybe, if he stayed away, she could continue sneaking moments of happiness. But now he was back, and somehow, he felt more dangerous than ever.

"I-I fell asleep at a friend's house," Casey stammered, gripping the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles turned white. She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could feel it shaking, betraying her.

His eyes narrowed, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "A friend’s house, huh?" He stepped closer, and she could smell the lingering scent of his aftershave and the bite of his uniform starch. "Which friend?"

The question hung heavy, and her mind scrambled, desperate to find an answer that would pacify him, that would make this moment go away. “A... a friend from softball,” she stammered, the lie slipping out despite knowing it wouldn’t work. It was pointless—she could see the disbelief etched in every line of his face.

“Softball.” He repeated it slowly, as though savoring the sound of her lie. "I see." His expression hardened, eyes dark and cold. "You’re lying to my face now, Cassandra? Do you think your mother and I are idiots?"

Casey took a step back instinctively, shaking her head. "No, Dad, I—"

He cut her off, stepping forward, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You think we don't know what you're doing? Sneaking around with that girl behind our backs?"

She flinched, the venom in his voice stinging more than she could handle. "I—it's not—" she started, but the words caught in her throat.

His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, his grip tight and painful. "Don’t you dare lie to me," he hissed, his face inches from hers now. "Your mother’s been keeping me up to date on what you’re doing. She’s not stupid—she knows you’ve been seeing that girl, even though she forbade you from it.”

She felt his grip tighten, his hand iron-hard around hers, sending jolts of pain through it. “I always knew there was something wrong with you, and you proved me right the second you started spending all your time with that…that dyke."

The word hit her like a punch to the gut, and Casey felt her stomach twist. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to keep the tears at bay, but they were already threatening to spill over.

"Your mother saw you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “At the fair—she saw you kissing that girl. She was so disgusted she called me right away. She didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to believe her daughter could be one of them.” He motioned towards her mother, and all Casey could feel was the terror of knowing they’d made a mistake that would cost them everything.

The room spun as the reality of his words sank in. They had been so careful but her mother had seen them, and everything she had worked to keep hidden was now laid bare. There was no going back. Every part of her felt exposed, stripped down to the parts she had tried so hard to protect.

He didn’t even give her time to process it before he spoke again. “Do you understand how humiliating it is to have to leave my post to come home and deal with you and your perversions?!" His voice was rising now, each word cutting deeper and deeper into her, painfully twisting inside her. "You think you can just do whatever the hell you want? God, Cassandra, do you have any idea what this means for us? For our family?"

He released her arm, only to throw his hands up in disgust. Casey staggered, clutching her arm where his grip had bruised her skin, feeling the sting of his anger reverberate through her. She wanted to scream, to defend herself, but the fear held her still, her voice lodged somewhere deep inside her.

“Do you think I’m going to stand by while my daughter parades around, humiliating us, throwing everything away for... for some disgusting perversion?” His words grew louder, harsher. “God, Cassandra, do you have any idea what people would think if they knew my daughter was some... filthy queer?”

Every word felt like a blow, tearing through her until she could barely keep herself upright. She had known, deep down, that this was how they would react, but knowing it hadn’t prepared her for the crushing weight of actually hearing it. Her entire body was shaking, every muscle tight with fear.

"Dad, please—" she began, her voice barely above a whisper, desperate to calm him down, to stop his temper before it got worse.

But he wasn’t done. "You’re disgusting," he spat, pacing now, his fists clenched at his sides. "This isn’t normal, and I’m not going to let you keep going down this path.”

There was a moment of silence, and Casey’s mother cleared her throat with disdain. "We’ve been patient, far more patient than we should’ve been," she said coldly, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "We’ve tried to help you get in the right direction, Casey, but this…this is unacceptable. It’s immoral."

Casey felt a sob building in her chest, but she forced it down, refusing to let them see her break. "I…I love her," she choked out, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. It was the truth. No matter how hard this moment was, she couldn’t deny it. She didn’t want to deny it anymore; they already knew, they had seen them, so it didn’t matter anymore. It felt like a last attempt, a last desperate moment to get them to understand that their words couldn’t be true when what she felt was love. But of course, it didn’t work. It would never work.

His eyes turned steely, his jaw clenching so tightly she could see the vein pulsing at his temple. “Love?” he repeated, his voice laced with bitter scorn. “You don’t know what love is, Cassandra. You’re sick. Twisted. This isn’t love—it’s a disease, a perversion.”

Casey’s knees felt weak, and she swayed slightly, struggling to hold herself together. "No," she whispered. "You don’t understand."

Her father took a step toward her again, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "No, you’re the one who doesn’t understand. You listen to me, and you listen good." He jabbed a finger into her chest, each word punctuated with venom. "This ends, right now. You stop whatever the hell this is with that girl, or I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell."

She knew the threat was real; he never made empty threats, not against anyone, not even with his daughter. Casey’s breath came in shallow gasps, her chest tight with the weight of it all. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She was frozen, trapped in the crushing realization that no matter what she did, no matter how much she loved Alex, this hatred would never go away.

She knew, with gut-wrenching certainty, that he would do everything in his power to destroy her if she disobeyed. “Dad, please, I—”

“I’m not interested in your pleading.” His hand reached into his jacket, pulling out a small folded brochure. He shoved it into her hands. “This is what you’ve done. This is the result of your perversions.”

Casey’s shaking fingers unfolded the paper, her eyes scanning the bold letters at the top: Camp for Righteous Transformation: Helping Your Child Rediscover the Right Path. Below that was the horrifying promise: A Safe and Effective Environment to Eliminate Unwanted Same-Sex Attraction.

Her blood turned to ice.

She felt his fingers wrap around her shoulder, almost mocking, more painful than before, making her wince. “Pack a bag,” her father said, his voice cutting through the shock and pain. “You’re going there tomorrow morning.”

Casey’s heart stopped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. “What? No, no, you can’t—”

“You’ll go,” he said, not an ounce of care in his voice. His mind was made up, and Casey knew it. “I will not have a daughter who’s a filthy dyke. I will fix this.”

He released her with a disgusted shove, the force sending her stumbling backward until she hit the edge of the stairs, her feet catching beneath her, a sharp pain shooting up her side as she slammed into the railing. The shock of it took her breath, her ribs throbbing as she tried to steady herself.

She held back a cry of pain, blinking away the tears that burned in her eyes. He didn’t even seem to notice what he’d done, his face twisted into that of a man she didn’t recognize.

She took as deep a breath as her body allowed and looked up at him. “I’m not broken,” she whispered, her voice shaky, desperate. “You can’t make me go.”

Her father’s eyes blazed with fury as he slammed his hand into the wall beside her, making her flinch. “You will do as I say,” he spat. “You will pack your things, and you’ll go to that camp. I will not have a daughter who’s a filthy dyke. I’ll fix this, Cassandra, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Casey’s throat tightened, her entire body trembling. She was trapped, backed against the wall with nowhere to run, no escape from the hatred in his eyes.

From the hallway, her mother’s voice cut through the silence, chilling and detached. “We should have seen this coming,” she said, her face twisted in disgust as she joined them. “All those lies, all those times you snuck out to see her. You’ve disgraced us, Casey. You don’t deserve our kindness anymore.”

Terror clawed at her chest, her vision swimming as she looked between them. They would never understand. They would rip everything from her—the love she had found, the part of herself she was only just beginning to accept.

“I’m not going,” she choked out, tears blurring her vision. “I can’t… I won’t go.”

Her mother’s lips curled into a sneer. “You don’t have a choice. You’ll go, and we’ll make sure you find the right path again the one Gon intended.”

She looked between her parents, tears blurring her vision. “You… you just don’t understand,” Casey whispered, her voice choked with rage and heartbreak. “You’re full of hate. I… I hate you.”

Her father scoffed, a mocking smile on his face. “You’re right,” he sneered. “I don’t understand how you turned into this disgrace. But I’ll fix you. I’ll make you normal if it kills me.” His voice was filled with finality.

Without another word, she scrambled up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. Once inside, she collapsed onto the bed, her body aching, bruises already forming on her skin. The sobs she had been desperately holding back finally broke free, wracking her entire body as she buried her face in the bear Alex had won her, clutching it close. Her body shook with the force of her cries. She was scared, terrified really, her heart breaking into a million pieces.

She had heard about those camps, about what they did to you. Her mother had mentioned them in passing a couple of times, how they were places that did God’s work, making sure kids followed the right path. But Casey knew—they weren’t good places. The kids who went there came back fractured, their minds broken and their spirits gone. She knew if they took her there, she’d come back a shell of herself. They’d make her forget Alex; they’d take away a part of her, a part she had just recently learned to love, that Alex had taught her how to love. She couldn’t do it; she wouldn’t do it. They simply wouldn’t take her.

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Fig Faeth Junior Year Playlist: Side A

It's no surprise that Fig Faeth's playlist is the one that I actually listen to the most. It's just a very good vibe and I love her. Took extra time to Song descriptions and thoughts down below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10.

Genres included: Pop-punk, Punk, Alternative

1. hair out, Stand Atlantic

Am I fuckin' up my life? I'm just tryna make improvements Slowly givin' up the fight But I gotta cover up the bruise That I get from all the Expectations give me vertigo Wasting away to the pressure The pressure, The pressure, oh

This song is such an earworm, scratching a specific itch in my brain. Love the fact that both Kristen and Fig (the failing girlies) start with a Stand Atlantic song, and it works with the way that Fig is coming at this season. From the jump, she is one of the most visibly and audibly burnt out, specifically from the pressure of the "sophomore album" that was supposed to come out months ago. This song is definitely about the pressures of a songwriter as well as the pressures of life in general so it fits sooooo perfectly. Especially with the "I can already here people hating the song" outro *chefs kiss*

2. Who The Hell Am I?, NOBRO

God, I'm tired of being like this I can change, but in a minute Always looking for the back door, on the run Always at the party, never quite having fun Play with fire, and you're gonna get burned I'm on fire, and you know it hurts I was always on the outside looking in Maybe it's me 'cause I never wanna fit in

Fig's class struggles, her conversation with Mazey, I can't take it. I feel like we've all been there. I really love how the narrative with her has progressed, like last season was deconstructing her need to mold herself into other people (or into an idealized version of herself) now she's trying to figure out who she is at her core without all the disguises.

3. 7 Years Bad Luck, Glasseater

Something strange seems to be plaguing me Everything I touch falls apart I've lost it all, losing all my luck Suffering 7 years bad luck

I don't particularly love this song, a little too unintentionally underproduced, but it deserves a spot on this playlist. I feel like I would be Fig in the curse situation. It took me a literal year to deal with debilitating stomach problems, and I, too, waited until my friends noticed to actually do something about it. Either way, can't wait to learn more about the weird Galier Pride curse, love the representation for my stomach problem girlies

4. Where the Heart Is, Sweet Pill

Get this My mind's been in a million places but my body hasn't moved an inch And I feel like I'm missing out again Ignoring my plans Wondering how they went Feeling bad about it If I could just take a chance I wouldn't feel so bad To see past myself I wouldn't feel so bad

This is Fig's final decision to try Paladin after doing so well with Warlock. She knows the priorities in her gut don't match with what anyone else says, but she's discovering her loyalty. She's figuring out her actual drive... following her heart <3

5. Impostor Syndrome, Sidney Gish

Unfortunately, I am My own dog, my own fur companion My own old lady on a forum Who types in glittery decorum Unfortunately, I take Myself out walking every day and I had my legs to the feet and I give my head to the leash

Making Fantasy High playlists is like making a ven diagram of which dog-themed songs are Tracker-coded and which are Fig-coded. This one, to me at least, is Fig-coded. (yes, I do have a tracker playlist, and yes, every song in it is dog/wolf specific, BUT THEY'RE GOOD OK). We love our Oath/Pact of the German Shepard.

6. You Owe Me Nothing In Return, Alanis Morissette

I'll give you countless amounts of outright Acceptance if you want it I will give you encouragement to chose The path you want if you need it You can speak of anger and doubts Your fears and freak outs And I'll hold it

So I know that we're gearing up for Fig's Warlock/Paladin agreement post "mooner yulenear," but this is my interpretation of what it's going to look like. She cares about her friends, and she would do anything for them! And though I know this song came out in 2002, Alanis Morissette is a 90's icon and perfect for the grungy riot grrrl vibe I see for her

[brain-amoeba]

Hii! Thinking about medic with a reader who's first language is also German. Idk what you wanna do with it, general hcs or whatever, but I imagine the moment reader notices he has an accent they speak to him exclusively in German lmao

you + all the other lovely anons who have sent me the most toe curling and amazing asks are fueling my fire and i fear with this one i may slightly disappoint only because i dont speak German....so if you do speak German please bare with my shoddy google translate skills..and feel free to correct any grammatical errors or give advice!! :D

in which reader is medic's newly assigned help and at first he brushes you off until he catches you speaking German

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Medic typically did not pay the various assistants who came and went any mind. If anything, he was indignant towards the concept at all! The Doktor was perfectly capable of handling his workload and aiding the fellow mercenaries in battle perfectly fine--so why do they insist on hiring these nutzlos (useless) assistants?! With a heavy sigh, Medic returns to his medbay to find you hunched over the sink in concentration. Unfortunately for you, a stray scalpel acquainted itself with your finger while cleaning the examination table. You squeeze your finger under the running faucet, and between sharp inhales murmured curses to yourself for being so clumsy. "Verdammt! Es tut sehr weh...zu viel blut..so eine kleine schnittwunde!" (Damn it, it hurts a lot..so much blood..such a small cut!) Medic stopped dead in his tracks. Did he hear that correctly? He inched closer to you, but kept his distance--as if you were a skiddish doe, for fear of scaring you off. His heart was almost beating out of his chest...dammit, why was the thought of another human within a 5 mile radius speaking his mother tongue so exhilarating?! ...Eine frau, no less?! The medic cleared his throat as to passively make his presence known. "Ehm, fraülein, sprichst du auch Deutsch?" (Do you also speak German?)

You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, but quickly looked over your shoulder while still tending to your wound. "Jawohl, Herr Doktor...hilfe, bitte?!" (Yes sir, Doctor... help, please?!) You showed him your bleeding finger, squeezing still to dramatize the wound as scarlet beads spurted from the opening like tears. "Right, but of course, schatz!" Medic rushed to your side, and helped you sanitize your wound. With one swift movement, he shut off the faucet and led you to the examination table by the waist. "Seems a little excessive for a surface cut, don't you think, Doctor? ...I just needed a little help getting patched up." You asked, sitting nervously atop the unwelcoming metal surface. "Oh, nein, we can't afford to have anything happen to meine lieblingsassistent!" He mused, carefully handling your injured digit as he spoke. Medic applied a topical antibacterial whose sting earned an audible wince from you, screwing your eyes shut. He continued, humming too excitedly as he proceeded to wrap your delicate finger in gauze and fasten it to ensure your wound may heal properly and be free from infection. "Sehr gut!" Medic smiled at you innocently and gave you a gentle head-pat before turning to stow away his equipment.

Upon finishing, he gently took your hand in his and left a courtly kiss atop it. "...?! Herr doktor, what has gotten into you?" Your body was set ablaze with a new type of anxiety, excitement, and confusion than ever felt before. You attempted to maintain your professionalism, but the way Medic gazed upon you now, half-lidded and piercing past his circular lenses and into your very core...you knew this was no way a boss treated their subordinate. The Doktor sighed as he slowly tightened his grip on your hand. You whimpered, attempting to pull away. What a mistake that was! Wordlessly, he pulled you towards him in one fell swoop and instantly closed the safe distance between the two of you. "Oh, fraülein, I just remembered...I never gave you a proper examination! It's simply a routine checkup." His free hand now rested atop your head, thumb gently caressing along where your hair parts. "Worry not...I am more than qualified to perform any necessary gynecological procedures, schatz!"

[jam-as-in-mashed-strawberries]

man this was just supposed to be a jon hair timeline 😔

extra notes and headcanons under the cut cuz um. its a lot and i'm a grade A yapper

Jon: i always kinda oscillated between whether or not he'd look so professional before kinda just decided that he really wouldn't. he's a pretty practical guy in terms of like clothes, i feel. so, when he got promoted, i just kinda imagined him throwing on a suit jacket n calling it a day (the t-shirt for the season one bit says PUSSY MOBILE in case anyone wanted to know lol). also i thought it was a little weird how i never really saw anyone draw jon with burn scars beyond the handshake, since he was put into a coma by a nearby explosion. i'm not sure how well i translated those scars into my drawings but hopefully it's clear? anyways, to me he's a slightly below average height skinny guy with a kinda big head (literally and figuratively)

tim: he's just a short guy with a mullet (that overtime he lets grow out) and a big gut. no extra notes about him just know that i love him from the bottom of my heart and i hope he's kayaking peacefully in heaven

sasha: she's kinda nerdy looking i feel, very relaxed n casual about the way she presents herself, kinda like tim in season 1. i feel she's the tallest of the four (just an inch or two on martin) with an average build. the Not!Them comes across as more indifferent than casual, and is just a bit slimmer than OG sasha and is about tim's height; i always thought of her as the oldest of the bunch. i miss you ms. james even though you had like 4 episodes you actually spoke in

elias: most boring man on earth. i know everyone likes to give him cool little eye accessories but i could never see it. he's just really normal-looking. could pass by him on the subway and not give him a second glance. the only thing that stands out is that he's slightly short (but still taller than tim)

martin: i imagine him as fat man who is almost as tall as sasha, and he wears bright clothes and keeps his appearance nice and tidy up until jon's coma and his mother's death. he dresses nicer for his new position, but he doesn't really keep his personal hygiene. in season 5, despite the apocalypse, he tries to go back to how he used to be, but he still ends up with physical marks of the lonely, like his white streaks and dulled eyes.

basira: i spent way too much time looking at police uniforms for her and daisy and the tie still didnt come out right lol. anyways, she's an average height, slightly stocky woman in my head. after she resigns from the police force, like martin and time, i kinda imagin her being a bit more quick and less careful about her daily routine, which is why her hijab is in a wrap-around fashion. the beginning of season 5 kinda follows this, but after daisy dies, she tries to kind of go back to how she usually wore it.

daisy: she's a tall woman with a muscular build that she loses after her time in the buried. she becomes a lot shakier and uses a cane as she tries to regain her usual movement. she ends up cutting her hair since there was just way too much filth and mud to get rid of. when she gives into the hunt, the only part of her that looks human is her armss, while the rest of her becomes this weird wolf thing. i still haven't got a solid image of her body at this point, but she moves on all fours, not necessarily animal like, but it falls into that uncanny valley where it looks she is but is she really? (<- what is he even talking about ?!)

melanie: side thing but i wasn't really a fan of melanie at first, but i've grown to really like her. it's kinda like how jon feels about her, seeing the self through the other, yk? anyways, she's got a similar build and height to jon (if just like 2 cm taller). she also wears her own merch a lot, even when GHUK ends, which is handy during the apocalypse cuz she's got a change of clothes ready to go !!

georgie: she's of average height and is somewhat fat. she's a lot like melanie in that she likes her change her hair style a lot, but both of them kinda fall out of it during the apocalypse. she also wears a lot of patterned clothing. (which i'm also now just realizing i forgot to add her earrings but i've uploaded the same canas 3 times now so just pretend she has them on lol)

agnes: probably the hardest for me to get a solid image on, and the only thing I could really get was her warm pallette cuz uhm. you know.

gertrude: honestly this keeps like a big of a copy of all the gertrudes i've seen floating around lol. no real notes on her. the same kinda goes for nikola and micheal.m

jane: she's a corpse with worms eating away at it's host. most of her appearance is based on the fact that she's probably rotting, adn the drawing i made was after the time martin saw her and when she attacks the institute. there is not evidence for the flesh of her jaw being gone i just thought it was metal.

gerry: much like his hair, his makeup is also similarly done a little badly. and ofc the look wouldn't be complete without piercings.

annabelle: or as i like to call her. the smugler. like that she looks smug not that she transfers illegal goods. i like to think she always has this slight and subtle smile on her face, even when she's upset.

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 5

Pairing: Stella x (FemKnight!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: After making love to Stella, you have one last trial; fighting her betrothed. After he pulls some questionable methods against you, Stella comes in to save her Specialist. However, it comes at a big cost.

Chapter Warning(s): Stella's "Death", NSFW (From previous Chapter)

Chapter Theme(s):

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold = Thought but out loud, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: Though we won't be able to see the Fate Winx get their enchantix, this version of Stella will :)

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*Cirrus' POV* You wake up all of a sudden. You were about to get out of the bed until you felt a body stir between your arms...

Stella...

Right...

You took her to bed... She wanted you to take her to bed.

"Cirrus, Cirrus, I'm-I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead Princess," You whisper

I just made love with the Princess of Solaria....

"I love you, Stella," You say

And I confessed my love to her.

You sigh as you watch her slumber. However, she stirs, her eyes open.

"Hi love," She caresses your cheek

Your head tilts into her hand.

"You have to get back," You bring on the harsh reality

"Right," She sits up

You watch her throw on her clothing form the previous night.

"Be safe, alright?" Stella opens the door

You didn't let her take a step out of the door before you grab her by the waist, slamming your lips onto hers. Her moan vibrates against your lips. You could feel that she just wanted to stay there, with you. But, she pulls herself away.

"I'll see you later," She says

+*+

You dress yourself in your armor, prepping for another round: the final round as Queen Luna states it as. Your gut drops slightly...

Stella is betrothed... I feel like she's setting me up for failure... Or.. Death...

You shake the thought and walk towards the exit to the arena floor.

You see Darius walking out from the other end of the arena, the audience cheers for him...

You draw your sword, breathing beginning to stagger.

Just... Get him to yield, and it'll all be over...

He draws his sword as well. Silence rings over the arena as the both of you wait for who would make the first move.

He yells as he raises his blade, charging at you.

The both of you continue bantering, fighting and sword-clashing.

"You're no royalty," He intimidates you, "How would you even give her a son if you're a female?"

He was right....

"What of it?!" You ask, "She likes me as is!"

"Oh, did she confess her Love for you?" He asks

No...

Your eyes divert elsewhere... But then back into his direction. However, he nearly closes in on the distance in a flash. You instinctively raise your blade to your face, guarding it.

"Got you," He smirks, "She didn't confess her love to you, which means she doesn't love you."

He retreat his blade, but uses your wavered guard to kick you in the back of the leg. His blade comes back, settling itself under your chin.

"Yield," Darius smirks

Your eyes travel down to the floor....

*Stella's POV* You watch as he raises his blade...

No...

"Cirrus!" You yell

"Stella!" Her mother yells after her

Luna outstretches her hand to grab you by your arm, but misses by a strand...

"Your majesty, shall we go after her?" The royal guard asks

She raises her hand just as he begins to take a step.

*Cirrus' POV* You watch her step in front of you, instinctively throwing a solar flare at him. He stumbles backward, but doesn't seem to have a strong affect on him.

"Stay away from her!" She yells

She throws a light beam at him, to which he dodges. But, continues to try and follow him as he continuously dodges. However, you noticed how he was inching closer to her.

"Princess!" You yell, getting up

You grab her by the waist and draw a smaller blade and hold his in place. You see that his blade was hovering right over Stella's head. You slowly look up at him.

"What are you after?" You ask, angrily

"That isn't any of your business," He growls

As you look closer, into his eyes, you notice how they were nearly turning dark...

"A Blood Witch?!" You kick him away

"No," He says, black matter begins surrounding him, "It's even better."

"How?!" You ask

"I can finally take on the crown and claim it for myself and rule the Otherworld!" He proclaims

You watch as he reaches behind his back. The weapon glistens against the light, just as Stella pries herself out of your embrace and stands in front of you and creates a solar barrier. But, the shield soon disappears...

"St-Stella?" Your voice cracks

She slowly turns to you: seeing her dress stained with blood... Her blood...

"St-Stella!!" You scream

You dismantle your shield and sword and catch Stella before she hit the ground.

"Stella," You whimper, "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"You're my safety net when I fall" She says

She begins to cough up blood... You gently take her hand. She gives it a weak, but gentle squeeze.

"Shhh," You try to get her to focus on her own survival, "Don't talk... I'll get you to the infirmary."

"N-no," She sighs, "I need to say this..."

Even if you wanted to get her to the infirmary, your legs couldn't move.

"So..." She continues, "I... I have to be your safety net when you fall... Be-because..."

Her hand begins to grow heavy in yours, "I love you, Cirrus..."

Your heart drops.... Her hand falls from yours...

"Stella?! Stella?!" You try to bring her to consciousness, "Come on... Say something... Anything..."

But no answer...

You lay her back down onto the ground, trying to not wail. You were swelled with all sorts of emotions that you didn't know what to do with. You rise back onto your feet.

"You're going to pay for that," You growl

You step over her body and advance towards him. However, you stop after hearing the sound of flesh being ripped...

Why does my back hurt all of a sudden?...

Your head slowly turns around and see something black right in the corner of your eye. The pain travels to the other side of your spine. You hear gasps and slight panicked screams as splatters of blood hits the floor.

The pain was unbearable... You fall onto your knees and try to stiffen your entire body to lessen the pain. But, the pain worsened as the pain continued down from both sides of your spine.

You scream... Warm streams flow down your back even further. You weren't sure if it was actual sweat or blood... You let out many pained grunts.

The growing pain stops... But the post-pain remained. But only for a moment. As you gain your bearings you see black splotches onto the floor. You reach out for one...

You were partly expecting your finger to fall through its void, but no. It was soft... As you go to pick it up, it had a stem... Yet, you could feel its soft outer part...

A... Feather?...

You look over your shoulder...

Wings.

Black... Wings...

You look back straight ahead... Darius... Right...

He hurt Stella...

You want to make him pay for it...

To make him suffer...

With a wave of your hand, the sun turns into the moon, switching it from day time to night. Despite the arena lights turning on, you flick your hand again and they all go out. People began freaking out...

"What the actual hell?" Darius looks at his surroundings, "Since when could you do that?!"

You don't answer him.

*Darius' POV* She doesn't answer you... Everything began growing darker and darker.

the only thing illuminated was her... Her now-red eyes and blood-red feathers all over her wings...

You were terrified...

"Afraid of the dark?" Her voice tickles your ear

You let out a scream and turn to where her voice came from. You swing your sword, but met with darkness...

"I'm not afraid of the dark," You lie, trying to keep yourself composed.

"Don't be coy," Her voice echoes, "You're terrified. I can sense it."

You swing again, but the same result as last time... Nothing.

"If anything it's you who's terrified," You try to taunt her, "You're the one hiding in the shadows. So... So if you're not a coward, come out ant fight me!"

You wait...

And wait...

you grunt out in pain as you felt knuckles make contact with your face. your body falls back first onto the ground.

"I will make you pay for what you have done to Stella!" She growls

"That bratty, privileged princess?" He asks

She appears mere inches away from your face, grabbing you by the collar of your armor.

"I dare you to speak ill of the princess one more time!" She yells

Her wings lift her into the air and she kicks you in the chest, knocking you back first onto the floor.

*Stella's POV* You open your eyes halfway.... Feeling your life beginning to slip away... Despite everything in darkness, you could pick out Cirrus..

Cirrus...

The room began growing brighter... You could feel yourself being lifted from the floor, the pain in your stomach ceased and the object was nowhere to be found.

*Cirrus' POV* You could see your shadow... You look at it, and see how much your appearance changed....

"Cirrus," Stella's voice calls for you

You lower your clawed hand and turn to face the bright sunlight emanating from her. Lights began lighting themselves... Or rather, Stella began lighting them.

"Stella?..." You mumble, slightly smiling

You stumble your way towards her as her form began to show more. Her wings were larger than her first transformation, a few sections of her hair was up in pigtails, her crown was made up of stars, her outfit shades changed to oranges, pinks, and hints of blue: a traditional palette for a sunset.

"Oh, Stella you're beautiful," You smile

"Cirrus... My little bird," She sighs

She hooks her finger under your chin and tilts your head up. She lifts her hand and makes a star shape. Orange sparkles being left behind as she made it. The shape gently deforms and gently falls upon your face. You close your eyes to take it all in. You could feel her lips touch yours in the process. You open your eyes to cleared vision.

"Hah," You sigh, "Looks like you have saved me not once... But, twice."

She gently lands back on the ground, but lets out a sigh of exhaustion. You stretch your arms out just before she falls to the ground. You immediately pick her up.

"That took a lot ..." She sighs into your shoulder

"Don't worry, I got you," You say

You suddenly hear a yell. You look over to see Darius making one last attempt to kill you. However, he is immediately apprehended by the guards.

"Your Majesty. I- What'll happen with him?" You ask the queen

"We will question him," She answers you, "For now, return to Stella's chambers."

+*+

You tuck Stella into her bed. You let out a groan. You needed out of armor... Just.. Everything...

"I'll be back," You whisper into Stella's ear

You kiss her temple and make your way back to your 'chambers'.

Chapter 6

[dia-souls]

🥀 Subayui fanfic 🥀

Pairing : Subaru 🗡️ and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Ava

Genre: Smut, NFSW, Sexual Themes

Chapter : 2 ( ending )

Warning: ⚠️ This fanfic includes NSFW please read at your risk and if you are uncomfortable with the themes of this story then I recommend you read more of the light hearted ones we have created. ⚠️

🌹 ~ Sweet Rose~ 🌹

Yui immediately hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Her whole body felt this intense heat coming from inside and a dew lingered on her skin which made her feel gross. Once she reached the bathroom she frantically turned on the tap and splashed ice-cold water on her face. Her mind was still reeling from that extreme dream she just had.

What exactly was that-she thought as she splash more and more water on her face trying to extinguish the fire that was still burning nonstop in her gut. After a few minutes, Yui turned off the water and slumped on the bathroom floor to catch her breath. The heat in her stomach had reconciled just a bit to where it was less uncomfortable. Her hair was damped and strains were stuck to her wet cheeks. Her nightgown was completely soaked throughout and to top it all off, she had ruined panties. “Haah….just what had happened? Why was I having that dream about me and Subaru-Kun?! I feel like such a pervert! How will I even be able to show my face to him tomorrow? Ugh!”

Yui crouch herself into a ball and stayed like that for a while until she had enough strength to get up and go back to her room. After witnessing the horror of the “mess”, she left on the bedsheets, she immediately ripped them off her bed and race down to the laundry room, shoving her sheets in the washing machine. She wiped the sweat off her brow and lean on the dryer until her stuff finish. She prayed to god that nothing like that would ever happen again.

Little did she know, it appears that karma was inching to punish.

For 5 days. Five unbearable intense days. Yui would go to bed and each time she would have a different dream involving Subaru and herself. And each time she would wake up a mess, unable to think straight and feeling as hot as a volcano. During those days she avoids Subaru at all costs. If he was walking down the hall, she walk the other way. If they were in the limo, she wouldn’t sit beside him. And if they were having dinner, she would be on the other side of the table.

Yui hated that she had to avoid him but she didn’t have a choice. If got within one centimeter of him, she might combust on impact. The best thing to do is lay low and wait till these horrid dreams disperse. However, what she hadn’t known was, Subaru had caught on to her strange behavior over the past week and it was starting to piss him off.

When he tries to corner her about it, she finds some way to escape or would avoid him entirely. Like every time she was around for even just a second, her face would become a tomato red color and she would run away like triplets were chasing her. It began to bug him each time she made an effort to pretend that he wasn’t there, and after the fifth day, he had enough of this cruel game she was playing. He was going to find out one way, or another.

On the sixth night, Yui was in her room, sewing up a tear in her uniform and reading a book on dreams that Ruki had given her. She wanted to know the cause of her perverted dreams but was way too embarrassed to tell someone. Especially the boys. She felt ill just even imagining what they would say to her if they found out about her annoying problem. They tease the living crap out of her and call her rude names than something probably even worst!

“Ah. I can’t think straight! What’s wrong with me? Those dreams have been plaguing my mind since Wednesday. If I have another one I might just go crazy!” She sighed. “I need something to calm my nerves. Hmm, maybe a glass of cold water might help.” Yui got up from her bed and smooth out the wrinkles in her new nightgown. Her old one had been batter and beaten by the boys, not to mention that it was the poor subject of all her dreams.

She went to go buy a new one but when she arrived at the store, she was pressured by one of the staff women to buy a white lacy one that was much shorter than her previous one. No matter how many times she tried to pull it down, it would always come back up. Another thing she wasn’t so keen on was how the gown showed off her cleavage. Once again she tried to pull it up but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Luckily a white cardigan came with the outfit so she was still able to cover up. She opened her door and made sure the coast was clear before heading downstairs.

Once she made her way to the kitchen, she didn’t turn on the light to make sure she wouldn’t wake anyone. So she used her phone’s flashlight to find the correct cabinet that held the glasses. The good news she found the right cabinet, the bad news is that it was high up which meant she was going to have to get on her tippy toes.

Yui placed her phone down on the counter and reached with all her might to open the cabinet. As she was doing so, her cardigan began to slide off her shoulders but she was too focused on the task at hand to notice. “Just a little more! Who thought it was a good idea to put the cups on the tallest shelf? Doesn’t Reiji know that some of us can’t reach that high? Ok, I’ve almost…go it…just a bit-“ As Yui's finger grazed the handle, another hand popped up from behind and open it.

Yui felt present behind her. She had thought it might’ve been Reiji who had come to scold her about being up so late. However, when she turned around to apologize, there, was the same man that she so desperately tried to avoid for the past week.”S-Subaru?!” Yui jumped back in surprise. She tried to back away from him but remember that there was a counter right behind her.

Yui looked at Subaru. He too was dressed in causal night clothes consisting of a plain black shirt with grey pants. His hair looked freshly washed and straightened but compare to how deadly his eyes looked. She knew she wasn’t about to leave easily.

“Oi. Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep in your room like a good girl?” Yui held her breath as Subaru walked closer to her. The effects of his presents were taking a toll on her body. She was so flustered but there was no way she could let Subaru know that.” I wanna t-to get a glass of water.” Yui whispered as she fiddled with her hands trying to look at anything but his face. Subaru set down the cup and pushed Yui more into the counter then pressed his taller body against her shorter one.

“You’ve been actin’ real weird lately. I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you for a whole week now but it seems like you’ve been avoiding me” Yui immediately tensed up! Oh no he found out? Was she that obvious? Yui lips quivered as she looked for a way to escape. She thought about slipping past him but he was already one step ahead of her. Subaru slammed his hands on the counter, blocking the poor girl from any chance of escape. “Honestly, did you think that I wouldn’t find out about your strange behavior? God, you are stupid aren’t you? If anything your little stunt has been pissing me off and I think you should take responsibility.”

Subaru grabbed Yui by the wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen. Yui tried her best to plead with the vampire to let her go, but he was having none of it. After this bullshit week, he thought it was time they had a little chat. Subaru had taken them to his bedroom and pushed her in. Yui stumbled and fell back on top of his coffin.

Subaru locked the door and went up to the frightened girl who was frantically looking for a place to run. Subaru grabbed her by the arms and pinned her down. “Now, tell me. Why the fuck have you been ignoring me like I’m so kind of a virus?!” Yui stayed silent. How is earth was she supposed to tell him about her dreams? The embarrassment was too much to bare.” Tch. If you don’t answer me then I’ll just have to ask your body.”

Subaru licked his lips before ripping off her cardigan and yanking the straps down. “Wait no! Subaru stop!” But he wouldn’t listen. Subaru placed his nose on her porcelain white skin before licking a stripe up her neck. Yui teeth dug into her lips to stop herself from moaning. This was getting dangerous. If Subaru doesn’t stop his menstruations, she might just, *BITE*. Yui yelped in pain as Subaru's sharp hot fangs shank deeply into her neck. Blood began to flow into Subaru's mouth and down her chest. She tried to struggle but it was no use. Her body wasn’t listening to her, instead, it was obeying only Subaru. As her blood pour down his throat, he couldn’t deny that it taste different.

It tasted extraordinary. The taste was so rich and sweet, it was thicker so every drop quenched his thirst. However, his hungry still was relentless. He tear his face from her neck and licked every inch of blood there was. No wasting a single drop. “Haaa…your blood…fuck it's good. The texture of it has changed from the other times I’ve sucked it. I wonder if that’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me. Didn’t want me to find out about how different it tastes huh? Or maybe it’s something else. I’m in a pretty shitty mood right now and the slightest thing could set me off. So if you wanna keep living then I suggest you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.”

Yui had her head turned away, her breathing was slow but her heartbeat kept getting louder. Her cheeks were flushed with red and her eyes were coated in a heavy layer of arousal. She hated that she didn’t know what was going on with her body, she hated that she was having such lewd dreams every night, and she hated that right now at this very moment, she wanted nothing more than for Subaru to eat her up.

She turned her head to look back at him, her lips were red from biting them and she had a few tear drops running down her face. She wanted to look away from those angry red eyes that captivated her, to not stare at those fangs that made her blood boil, but she had no choice. She couldn’t deal with this unbearable lust anymore! It was too much to handle.

“ T-The truth is Subaru-Kun, i-I’ve been having these dreams lately where….” “Why did you stop? Speak up alright!” “Alright fine! I've been having dreams that involve you and me. In those dreams, something lewd always happens and I end up waking up covered in sweat and something else. The things you’ve done to me in those dreams made my body feel weird and I can’t control it! Even now as you’re looking at me, I can’t bear it! My body is so hot right now and I desperately want your fangs! Your everything….this is why I avoid you because I knew that if I got within an inch of you that I wouldn’t survive! That’s why I've been avoiding you for a week….”

Yui expected him to look at her with disgust and anger for even thinking about him in a perverted dream. But instead, he laughed. “No fucking way! You’ve been having wet dreams about me?! I knew there was something wrong with you but I just thought it had something to do with your blood. But is even better!” A wet dream? Is that what it’s called? She thought that she might’ve heard that term somewhere before but couldn’t even get the chance to think as Subaru got in her face and gave her a toothy grin.

“Heh, who knew you were such a pervert~ I thought you were an innocent little girl but you're more naughty than I thought. Especially with how you look now. Tell you what, why don’t you tell me all the things I did to you in those dreams? And maybe I’ll make them come true.” “What?! There is no way I can say those things! It’s t-to embarrassing?” “ Tch you’re the one here with the lewd mind, not me. Plus as you said, your body is craving me, so why don’t you just give it what it wants? It’s not hard to tell how aroused you are. Your scent is so intense that I can smell it all in my room, and it’s been getting stronger even as we speak. I bet you can’t even take anymore right? You’ve been keeping it in for some time, at some point, your body will stop listening to you. So be a good girl and tell me what you desire~”

Yui wanted to deny it but she couldn’t even argue back. He was right, her body was aching, craving to be touched by him. She had dreamt about it for days and each time she woke up, she was always upset that the dreams stop so abruptly. With a sigh, Yui quickly gave a sincere apology to God and looked back at Subaru.

“W-Well first of you k-k-kissed me all over my b-b-body, then you started to s-s-suck my blood.” Subaru chuckled at her embarrassment. He ran his thumb over her small, plump, pink lips before pressing his own against hers. Yui clenched her eyes shut as Subaru's tongue found an opening and slid in. Their kiss was hungry, hot, and insatiable. Subaru groaned at the taste of her mouth. Why was every part of her body so damn sweet?

Yui meanwhile was trying to keep up with him, she wasn’t the best kisser and right now it was showing, but she didn’t care. She winced as his fangs bit into the bottom of his lips. Subaru eagerly sucked the sweet blood. It was too much for him, he was so drunk off her blood that any crumb of self-control that he had was gone. Yui opened her eyes, and what she saw made her squeeze her thighs together tightly. Subaru hair was completely on his face, blood dripping from his lips as his sharp tongue lick every drop up greedily. His fangs look longer and sharper. His pupils were completely dilated along with any common sense that he had.

Subaru lean towards her ear and in his deep voice whispered, “Oh little girl you have exactly no idea what am going to do with you~ Thanks to the blood running through your veins, it's made my more vampiric instinct kick in. Do you know what that means?” She shook her head. “If means that I am going to fuck the shit out of you until the only thing you can remember is my fangs!” Subaru roughly bit the side of her ear as he yank off her nightgown!

Yui tried to cover herself up but it was no use he had her pinned up and he wasn’t letting her free any time soon. Subaru let go of her neck, and he left harsh kiss marks down her collarbone to her chest. When he finally reached her chest, he grinned. “My brothers are idiots. They think that you don’t have a chest, and they are so surprised to see how nice it is, along with these pretty pink nipples of yours. But then if they ever found out, I’d murder them in cold fucking blood!”

Subaru lips attached to her breast as he nip at it. Yui wanted to beg him to stop but at the moment she couldn’t even think straight. All the pleasure had gone to her head and all she could do was moan as he feasted on her body. Subaru's hand went to her other breast, giving it a tight squeeze that caused her to yelp. “Oh, you like? You should’ve just said so~” Subaru squeezed even tighter as his mouth was busy abusing her other breast. His tongue was evil as it licked and wrapped around her sensitive nipple. Yui rubbed her legs together faster trying to calm down the heat that was growing out of control down there.

Subaru let go of her nipple with a pop! Then turn his head to the other one that was begging for some attention. “You weren’t kidding were you, look how responsive your body is to my touch, I fucking love it!” Subaru took the bud in his mouth once again as his other hand went to the previously abused one. “S-S-Subaru-Kun, please! Don’t….tease me like this! I can b-barely think.” Subaru grinned, and he slowly teased her breast as she begged for him to go faster.

It was killing her because she disparately wanted him to touch her down there. Subaru let the bud go then suddenly he got an idea. Subaru used both of his hands to grab both of her breasts and knead them like dough. Yui let out a string of moans and sobs as Subaru chuckled like the devil! He enjoyed watching her struggle as he played with her body to his heart's contents.

But then he notice that she kept rubbing her tights. Subaru's grin got wider as he took his hands away and forcefully pulled her thighs appear. “Would you look at that? You’ve completely soaked through your panties. How dirty, you’ve made a mess all over my bed. I’m goin’ to make you pay for that!” ‘Please don’t look!” Yui treat to close her legs with all her strength but it wasn’t enough to overpower Subaru”s. He put his head in between her legs as his fangs grazed her inner thigh. He deeply bit into the thick flesh. Blood dripped on his coffin while he did so. Yui sobbed in pain and pleasure. Does she wonder if this was punishment for her lewdness? If so she begged for it not to stop.

She was immediately pulled out of her thoughts by Subaru’s fingers rubbing up and down the damp spot of her panties. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as drool pooled down her mouth. She wanted to cry from how good it felt to finally be touched down there after so long. She’d been too scared to do it herself because of the sinful implications but right now, she needed more. She craved more of his evil touch. She bit her lips that were brushed from early. “Subaru…please…touch me more!” Subaru stop touching her and looked up at her with shock. “I see you’ve finally lost it huh? Well, that makes my job much easier.”

Subaru put two of his fingers in his mouth then slowly drag them down her stomach into her drenched panties then shoved them deep into her aching cunt. Yui jumped from the sudden impact down to a place she had never even touched herself. She should have felt ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty. However, right now that didn’t matter. All she cared about was how the hot coil in her stomach tighten as his finger rubbed her faster and faster.

Watching her lose her mind only made Subaru want to be even crueler to her. He slowed down his fingers, enjoying her whines as she sob for him to go faster. He removed his fingers and made her watch as he sucked her nectar off his fingers. “That’s enough teasing don’t you think~ I think that it’s time for the main course.” Subaru stood up and took off his shirt revealing his body to her. Yui gulped as more saliva flowed down her throat. He then pulls down his grey pants and boxers. Yui thought the first time she would ever see a man shaft, was on her wedding night. Subaru’s was big, thick, and long. A white liquid covered the tip of it, thick veins cover every part of it, and it looked heavy. “Hey, my eyes are up here. You’ve never seen one before right? How innocent you are~” Subaru pushed her back down and pressed his hard chest against her soft one. “Don’t worry I’ll try to be somewhat gentle”

Subaru gave her a soft kiss before, shoving his manhood inside of her wet cunt! Yui screamed as her body was overcome with unbearable pain but such intense pleasure! Subaru pulled out for a second to make sure she was ok. “I-I’m fine. Just give me a second to catch my breath.” Yui held on to him tightly before letting go and giving him the ok. Despite being ravenous earlier, he still wanted to make sure that she was ok.

He slowly pushed himself back inside and this time she let out a moan of enjoyment. Subaru smirked, now it was time to have fun. Subaru slammed himself in and out of her non-stop! The feeling of her wet walls squeezing him so tightly drove him mad. He lifted her legs higher to get a better angle so he could shove himself even deeper inside of her. Yui let out noise after noise as her hands found their way into his hair. She had never felt so hot and heavy but so full. Subaru's name fell from her lips like a chant. As if they were the only words she knew besides, “Faster!”

“If that’s what my prey wants!” Subaru pounded into her relentlessly until she let out a scream. Yui's vision went blurry as white specks blocked her site. “Oh no, you don’t! Not till I’m finished.” Subaru brought up his pace as Yui was brought back from nearly passing out. He gave her one last push before he let out a growl. Yui gasped as she felt a thick substance enter her body.

Subaru kissed her deeply as he continued to empty himself inside of her. Both of them collapsed on his coffin while trying to catch their breaths. Yui's head was full of stars, and her body was limp but a wave of relief washed over her body. That hot uncomfortable feeling she's had since her dreams first started was gone. She was so happy that she didn’t even notice that Subaru had left the room. She tried to get up to find him until a hand touched her shoulder.

“ Oi relax. You’re in no shape to move right now. Just sit back and let me take care of you.” Subaru had a wet cloth in his hand. He went in between her thighs and slowly clean her up making sure that she wasn’t hurt. “Sorry if I was rough. Wasn’t thinkin’ straight.” Yui gave him a tired smile as he threw the cloth away and opened his dresser. He pulled out a large red sweater from the top drawer and walked back to her. “Lifted your arms” Yui raised her arms above her hand as Subaru placed the sweater over her head. He picked her up over his coffin, giving the top a good clean before opening it back up and putting her on the soft mattress. Subaru quickly cleans himself up as well before getting inside with her.

Yui wrapped her arms around Subaru, snuggling her face in his chest. “Thank you.” “Huh? What are you thanking me for?” He gave her a confused look as she smiled at him. “I finally got rid of that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. It’s thanks to you I was able to get rid of it.” Subaru blushed. He wrapped his arms around her as well then buried his face in her hair.”Stupid you don’t need to thank me for anything. You were just horny because of those wet dreams you’ve been having. Next time just come and find me when you have one. Don’t ask anyone else since I’m the only one who can satisfying you .” Yui's heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes. “Ok, I promise.” Yui yawned as sleepiness coated her eye leads.

She closed her eyes and for the first time in a week, she stopped having those dreams. For now at least.

<- [ Chapter 01 ]

Chapter 2 ended.

Thank you reading!

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DirkJake Dreamworld [NSFW]

I wrote this instead of sleeping lol Uh, so yeah! DirkJake NSFW! Hope you enjoy:)

"Golly gosh, another long day!" he huffed with a satisfied tune. "That robot sure takes a lot out of a fella, I'll say!"

Jake pulls on his pajama pants, becoming damp from the shower water still dripping from his hair. A quick shake and water sprays everywhere, he laughs lightly to himself.

"I've been in an awfully good mood today, I wonder why that is? No matter, tomorrow is another day of adventures, better rest up!"

Jake didn't realize quite how fatigued he was until his sore bones hit the soft sheets and his eyelids suddenly dropped. He was so tired, yet his good mood only hummed stronger. A feeling most euphoria-like, he couldn't help his grin as he drifted to sleep.

A gentle breeze. From where? Jakes room doesn't have any windows. The presence of another person makes itself apparent, and his eyes shoot open in alarm, ready to fight, but he only manages a squeak at what he sees not 5 inches from his face.

"D..Dirk..?" Could it be? ..What was he wearing? Where was this? Jake was dreaming, right? Why was Dirk in his dreams, and why did he seem so.. real?

A warm breath tickled his face. This is the real deal, alright.

"I-I have.. so many questions!"

No response. Dirk seemed to be lost in thought, his emotions naturally unreadable, even now in person. Jake gave him a nervous tilt of the head, then glanced around to better take in his surroundings.

A simple bed in a room with a globe for walls and a roof. Almost no furniture, yet it still felt eerily similar to his own room. The edges were dark and foreboding, except for one area of the room, brightly lit by a singular window, letting in a dazzling yellow light from outside that made his eyes squint and cast a glittering sparkle on the floor.

No time for that! Although, time seemed to have stopped. Dirk continued to just stare, mouth hanging open just slightly as though in awe or shock. Jakes hand touched Dirks cheek gently before he had even realized he moved it, bringing a sudden flush to his cheeks.

'Naughty hand! It's no good to go caressing the cheek of my good pal the first time we meet!'

He quickly tries to pull his hand away but just as swiftly he is held in place by a surprisingly warm and soft hand. Is he getting closer? Oh boy.

Dirk drags in a sharp breath,

"Jake," fuck his voice is so smooth, what is even happening? "Jake, I.."

Jake shifted to sit up but was pushed back down with Dirks free hand, a bit more roughly than he would have expected. Jake could have sworn he saw Dirks face heat up slightly.

"Hey, I'm so happy to see you, pal! But, uh, what's going on..? Where are we? I'm all kinds of befuddled!" Jake smiled nervously and attempted to sit up again. Dirks grip didn't give in the slightest. Jake felt a jump in his gut at that, ‘but why?’ Jake frowned. "Di-"

He was cut off by lips on his. His breath hitched and every thought in his brain screeched to a grinding halt. He waited for the kiss to break so he could ask Dirk what the hell he was thinking, but his chance didn't come. To his dismay, he finds himself returning the kiss, which he also did not remember giving his body the permission to do.

A tongue presses against his lips, not a moment later it's inside them. Jake panics again, realizing he doesn't have control over his body, and he feels the vibration of a moan. He doesn't know whose it was, but likely it was Dirk who was turned on to all hell by how eagerly Jake had accepted him.

Finally, the kiss breaks for a breath of air.

"Dirk-!"

"Jake! Shh!!" Dirk sounded annoyed, Jake felt a sting in his chest.

"B-but-"

Dirk leaned in closer, mouth right next to Jakes ear, causing him to shudder. Then, in a low, urgent voice;

"Jake, we don't have forever, alright?"

It was a lie. Not fully, as they would indeed wake up at any time. But now that Jakes dreamself was awake, they could meet every night if they wanted to. Jake didn't know that yet. He simply nodded, getting the point, and the kiss resumed with more urgency, Dirks hands pushing up the inside of Jakes pajama shirt.

This wasn't how he thought his first time meeting his best chum would be. But.. if this was the only time they would get to see each other, he would admit that he would probably rather be doing this than learning about all the details; those could wait for the waking world. It's not like he had much of a choice anyways, as his body continued to move without his permission, doing things far more daring than he would ever do consciously.

Dirk grunted at the feeling of his pants being tugged down an inch. In an instant, he reached down and pulled them off entirely on his own, uncannily floating above the bed to do so before dropping back down. A small startled gasp came from Jake before he was cut off by yet another kiss.

Jakes pants were next, then his shirt. He whined and Dirk removed his own as well.

Then for a moment, all they did was stare at each other, pupils dilated with lust and love, feelings neither knew the other had. Everything was moving so fast, but for some reason it felt okay if it was him.

Another kiss, a palm pressing down on sensitive skin, muffled and desperate moans before they had even really done anything of significance.

"Fuck, Jake. You have no idea how long I've waited" he panted out between kisses and whimpers.

"F-For wha- mff!" His mouth was suddenly filled with 2 long fingers. His ears burned hot.

"You don't need to understand. Just know this has been a long time coming. Suck." The latter half of the sentence seemed to come out more as a growl. Jake obeyed and eagerly licked the fingers and covered them in saliva, his brain not quite processing why Dirk would need slicked up fingers.

As Dirk waited, he impatiently rutted his hips against Jakes, causing a pleased drawn out groan from both of them. The dry humping continued, cocks only separated by two layers of thin cloth.

Jake once again tugged down at the last obstacle between them, bringing a smug grin to Dirks face which did not help the fire in his cheeks. In a blink, they were completely stripped. Neither bothered to look down, they were content staring into each others eyes. Say, when did dirk remove his glasses? His eyes are such a vibrant orange, it made Jakes heart swell.

However, his heart wasn't his only swelled organ, and Dirk intended to see to that. He removed his fingers from Jakes mouth, scissoring them in the air to test just how wet they were. Drops of saliva trailed in drops down Dirks arm, sending shivers up his spine. Yup, that'll do, Jake. That'll do.

Just now it seems to have dawned on Jake the purpose that his spit would serve. Humiliation spread through his body like a wildfire, but Dirk just initiated another kiss and pressed a finger against Jakes entrance. Jake shuddered and moaned into the kiss at the sudden coldness against such a sensitive spot. His stomach muscles twitched as he felt Dirks dick press against it, twitching a bit itself. He broke away from the kiss and shoved his face against Dirks shoulder, letting out a pitiful moan and showering his neck with kisses and soft nips. Dirk sighed and rutted up against Jakes stomach a bit, pressing his first finger into Jake with surprising ease.

"Ah, J-Jake, have you, nh.. do you..?"

No asshole could be this loose untouched. Dirk experimentally pushed the second in already. The muscle clenched around him, and he heard a whimper from Jake signaling that this was enough to hurt. He stopped, slowing his soft thrusting to a stop also so as to not accidentally hurt him. 

A moment passed, then a shaky breath, then Jake attempted to push himself down on Dirks hand. A really fucking sexy way to signal he wants more, and who is Dirk to refuse?

A third finger. Jake hissed through clenched teeth and Dirk pulled back to kiss him again, doing everything in his power to distract him from the pain.

Eventually, Dirk could move his fingers. He heard a soft moan and began searching for a specific spot, continuing to pepper Jakes entire face with kisses.

"Fu-uck, Dirk--! Ah! Ah, Dirk, right there!"

Found it.

Dirk memorized the spot, and pushed against it a couple more times before stopping, pulling his fingers out and looking down. Neither of them would last much longer. Dreamselves were strangely sensitive, it seems.

Dirk came back from his thoughts and looked back up at a whimpering and pouting Jake. He couldn't help but smile.

"Don't you want something better?" His voice was so low it almost hurt his throat. But it was worth it to see that Jakes face could in fact become a deeper shade of red, contrary to popular belief. He didn't need an answer though, as if the actual forest fire on Jakes face wasn't enough of one already. He was already pressing the tip gently against the already slicked hole.

Jakes mouth was once again busied with passionate and loving kisses while his mind strained from burning pain. Compared to before though, it did not last long. Three fingers seemed to be the perfect amount of preparation. Just as he managed to catch his breath again, a completely different feeling flooded his nerves. Pure pleasure. Dirk was already nailing Jakes prostate repeatedly with pinpoint accuracy. Any pain from the speed was swallowed whole by such a shocking amount of pleasure that all of Jakes muscles locked up and his eyes rolled back instantly, mouth open in a silent scream. His whole body trembled, schlong especially. This was so unfair. He wanted to enjoy it, but now he was just moments away from his limit. A brief stop,

"Sorry, Jake. At that rate I was going to finish first."

Then the movements continued, only faster, and Jake gasped breathlessly at what Dirk said, and at the desperate breathing he now noticed against his ear. It was just too much, so much, it was perfect, oh god,

Jake shot up from his sleeping position, panting, out of breath, the brunt of his orgasm spilling to wet his pants. He grunted and gripped the sheets, unable to help but flop back down, arch his back and grip his still clothed dick as he rode out the climax.

"Fuck! Agh, Dirk! What the hell!" The sounds of panting and gasping filled the room, then,

Silence. It was morning. Jake came to terms with the fact his heart rate wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. He laid for a few minutes until he could at least breathe properly, then sat up again. He glanced over at his phone. The screen was lit up with a message.

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

TT: Have fun? That's a rhetorical question. I know you did. Congrats on waking up, let's do that again tonight.