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[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 (You're here) , PART 15

In "Remedy to Cure All Ills"

Arthur pacing around in his chambers after Morgana fell sick and he encountered Edwin.

Arthur: (thinking, trying to convince himself) She's evil, she's going to become evil, it's okay if she dies. She's evil, she's going to become evil, she must die. She's evil, she's going to- (Shouts and throws a lamp againts a wall, furious with himself)¡AAARRGH!(sinks in a couch an covers his face, thinking miserably) Why can't I let her die? I watched her take her last breath before my eyes before, damn it! This shouldn't hurt this much.

Merlin: (enters) Arthur?

Arthur: (sighs and takes his hands out of his face, exhausted) Don't you know how to knock?

Merlin: (with a comforting smile) You know I never do that. (gets close and puts himself infront of Arthur, bending down to be at his height) She's going to be alright, Arthur. She's strong. You'll see.

Arthur: (smiles back, but it doesn't reach his eyes) A man came to the castle this morning. He claims he can cure her. (thinking) Of course he can, he was the one who did this to her.

Merlin: (thinking, wary) Edwin... (says) How could he? Not even Gaius knows what's wrong with her.

Arthur: He says he has a remedy to cure all ills.

Merlin: That doesn't exist. It's impossible.

Arthur: I know that! But what other option do we have? Morgana is dying and we are farther from close to find a cure! We don't lose anything by trying (thinking) And we gain everything by doing it. Once he cures her I can kill him.

Merlin: (puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, hesitantly, but relaxes when Arthur doesn't reject the touch) You really love her a lot, don't you?

Arthur: (with unshed tears) We grow up together. She's like a sister to me. I can't let her die. (Thinking) Even when she doesn't share the same sentiment. I just can't.

Merlin: Wait till tomorrow. If she doesn't get better, you can fetch the man.

Arthur: I'm the prince, Merlin. You can't tell me what to do.

Merlin: But?

Arthur: It's too late the fetch the man now. I'll wait till tomorrow.

Merlin: (smiles) Wise as always, my lord.

Arthur: (caresses the hand on his shoulder, lovinly) Thank you, Merlin.

Merlin: (blushes, nervous) 😳 I... I didn't do anything.

Arthur: You did. (Looks at Merlin's eyes intendly) Thank you. (They stare a each other, faces inches from the other).

Merlin: (snaps out of it and moves away) I-I need to go 😅 (smiles nervously and walks backwards) Eh... Physician apprentice things to do- (collides whit the table and some things fall and he picks them up quickly) Sorry!

Arthur: (laughs softly) Don't stay awake late. Rest.

Merlin: Right... you too. I'll be back to dress you in a minute, so don't sleep until I get back! 😅 (Leaves, thinking) 'Don't sleep until I get back'? Really? 😳😖🤦‍♂️

Arthur: (Sighs, thinking) Sleep. If only I could.

It's rare the times Arthur has a good night of sleep. Nightmares or rather memories of the time Merlin was a tree always assault his mind. Specially the time Merlin was turned before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it, too weak from his wound, too useless. It's better now that Merlin sleeps in the antechambers. He just has to open the door and watch him sleep there peacefully, human and alive, and his heart is at easy again. Now with Morgana at death's door there's no way he's going to catch any sleep at all.

Arthur: (whispers to himself) I still have time. Tomorrow. Just wait until tomorrow.

Time skip. For everyone's surprise, Morgana wakes in the morning all cured, like she has never been ill in the first place.

Uther: (happy and relieved) Morgana! (Goes to her) This is truly a miracle. I thought... I really thought...

Morgana: (smiles) Oh, you won't get rid of me that easily.

Arthur: We certainly won't. (Just as realived and happy, puts hand on her shoulder, unconsciously) I'm glad you're alright, Gana.

Morgana: (surprised he's showing affection to her again, but touched) Gana... You haven't called me like that since we were kids.

Arthur: (realising he put a hand on her shoulder and puts it away) Right. Sorry, I know you don't like it.

Morgana: (messing with him) Oh, you can call me like that if you want. If you let me call you... Art? Arthie?

Arthur: Don't you dare! (He threatens but then they both laugh and look at each other fondly)

Gaius: I still need to make a few tests to see if she is really out of danger, but for what I can see, she'll be fully recovered in no time, sire.

Uther: Of course. Thank you, Gaius.

Gaius: I don't consider this was exactly my doing (looks at Merlin significantly and Merlin makes himself small in his place). But I'm glad to be of service as always, your majesty. I'll prepare some concoctions to prevent any outbrake just in case. (Makes a bow and it's about to leave, but then turns to Merlin sternly) Merlin?

Merlin: (sighs) Coming (bows quickly and leaves with him)

Uther: (frowns, thinking) Is it my idea or did he vow in the direction of Arthur alone?

Arthur: (who saw all the exchange between mentor and ward) I'll go to inform everyone the good news. Morgana, father (smiles politely makes a bow to both of them and leaves too)

Morgana: (sighs, a little sad, thinking) And cold Arthur is back.

Time skip. In Gaius Tower. Gaius scolding Merlin.

Gaius: You used magic on the king's ward?! What were you thinking?!

Merlin: I was thinking that I didn't want her to die! She's my friend and she's very dear to Arthur-

Gaius: Arthur, Arthur. Is what all this is about isn't it? I know he's the prince and you care for him. But let me remind you, he's still the prince of a kingdom that bans magic. Do you have any idea of what would have happened to you if someone discovered you? if someone have seen you?

Merlin: (explodes) Yes I know! Of course I know! Every time a wake up, every time I breathe, I know I could be killed at any moment. I watch every pyre that is made fearing maybe I could be next. I watch every friendly face, knowing that if they knew, if they only knew, they'll see me like a monster. I have to look at Uther, the man that would have me executed, the murderer of all my kind, and I have to serve him and smile at him trying to no throw up every day. So yes I perfectly fucking know, Gaius!

Gaius: ...

Merlin: (with teary eyes and his voice breaks) But I can't stop doing it, I can't separate myself from it. And I tried, believe me I tried, but I can't. Magic is part of me, is who I am. So I'll use it however I see fit, whenever I can, because no one knows the risks of using magic in a kingdom that forbids my very existence better than I do!

Silence...

Gaius: You're right. I don't understand it. I will never understand it. Magic was never to me what it is to you. I'm sorry I didn't see it before.

Merlin: It's alright. I know you only worry about me.

Gaius: It's more than that. (puts both of his hands on Merlin's shoulders) Merlin, in this short time I've known you, you've become like a son to me. I can't bare to lose you.

Merlin: (smiles) You won't lose me. I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you.

Gaius: Then for the sake of this old man, stop doing these things behind my back.

Merlin: Only of you promise to help me rather than forbid me of doing things. I still need guidance, I still need you.

Gaius: Alright (he hugs him close and then pulls away). Lets start with how you cured Lady Morgana. I don't recall giving you any healing magic classes.

Merlin: I didn't have to, I just had to call this little one out of her ear. (pulls out a beetle from his pocket) I think it was what was making her sick. Do you know what it is?

Gaius: (alarmed) Don't touch it! (picks a jar and opens it) Put it here. Now! (Merlin does it and Gaius closes the jar) It's an Elanthia Beetle. They can be enchanted to enter the brain, feed on it until they devour the person's very soul. Thank the gods you managed to pull it out.

Merlin: (who already knew all this, but still has to play ignorant) So Morgana was echanted? By who?

Gaius: There are many sorcerers who wish to cause harm to the crown, my boy. But, whoever it is, once they find out their plan failed, they are going to try again.

Time skip. Merlin leaves Gaius tower with Morgana's concoctions and almost jumps out of his skin, when he sees Arthur is there at the door.

Merlin: (scared, but trying to disimulate, closing the door behind him) Arthur! How long have you been there?

Arthur: (who heard the whole conversation, very affected) I... I just arrived.

Merlin: (relieved, but concerned for Arthur's state) Arthur, are you alright? What is it? (with growing panic) Are you ill? Did something happen to Lady Morgana? Arthur, answer me!

Arthur: (hugs Merlin suddenly)

Merlin: (too stuned to say anything) ...

Arthur: (Pulls Merlin closer to him, thinking) 10 years. You suffered my father's reign and then I made you still live in fear for 10 years.

Merlin: (red and still very concerned) Not that I'm not enjoying this gesture, sire. But, please, say something. I'm going to freak out.

Arthur: (pulls away gently) Nothing's wrong, Merlin. It just... seemed like you needed it.

Merlin: (confused) ... right. (Thinking) He must still be sensitive about Morgana. (coughs, trying to hide his red face) I have to... ehm... give Morgana her concoctions so...

Arthur: (playfully) Are you blushing?

Merlin: No.

Arthur: Your ears are red.

Merlin: They are not!😡

Arthur: Yes, they are. It's hard not to notice. They're as big as your face.

Merlin: Not as big as your fat ass!

Arthur: Have you been staring? 😏

Merlin: (even more red) I...😳 stop wasting my time, get out of my way!😡

Arthur: That's no way to talk to your prince, Merlin.

Merlin: Fine (with exaggerated courtesy). Your highness, my lord, sire, would you make me the enormous honor to remove your royal, pompous, supercilious presence out of my way?

Arthur: (laughs, but steps aside)

Merlin: Thank you, my lord. I'll be forever in debt with you. (Bows in mockery and leaves)

Arthur: (thinking, as he watches him leave) You chose to save Morgana with your magic this time. You shouldn't have risk it. But thank you. You won't have to suffer for so long this time. I'll create I world where you feel safe, you won't have to hide and be scared anymore. I promise.

[quilly72]

Meg woke up from her one night stand brushing her hair to the side as she leaned up against the floor. Peering down in a daze as she wondered where her bra had ended up. Eventually spotting it as she quicklygrabbed it and flicked it back on. Checking over her shoulder as she made sure no one had seen her. Noticing only her and the man she had gone away with half drunk in the room.

She stumbled into the bathroom as she slowly woke up. Splashing some water across her face to speed up the process as she shot back.

"where the fuck did those come from"

She stared at her cleavage. Barely fitting in her tightly clasped bra. She heffted each cup in one hand weighing them. She twirled for the mirror. Her butt perkier and a bit more round. Her legs a tad but longer and slender. Her torso seemingly strectched.

"am I... Taller?"

Meg continued looking herself in the mirror as she filed through the cabinet below. Finding a tape measure as she sprawled it out across the wall.*hic* she bounced in place as her bra strained against her. "Not the time for this" she muttered as she held her breath trying to get rid of them.

She finished sprawling the measuring tape as she leaned against it marking her height on the wall.

5'3" " that's impossible I was 5'0" even like a month ago. I stopped growing like 7 years ago*hic*

She jumped again. Her legs wobbling under her as she strectched up. Her bra dug into her skin. Meg watched herself in the mirror. "Did her boobs just. Swell"

She heffted them again. They seems heavier almost larger rounder. Her ass did too. Her shoulders dragged down as the straps increased their weight. Digging and turning her skin red as her boobs grew heavier.

She leaned against the tape again marking her height a second time. "5'5" that's not possible I shouldn't be*hic*

She shot up again. Her eyes watching as the 5'5" mark lowered in her vision. She dropped the tape measure as it swung and flipped around the room. Whacking the wall with it's whip. She launched back as it whipped towards her. Her body crashing into the cabinet behind her. She regained her balance as she felt another hiccup press up.

She held her breath as it built it's pressure in her. Her face turning red from it as she strained. Her arms clutched the counter top as she dug her feet into the ground. Her face wrinkling from the pressure. As her vision tunneled she gasped.

*HIC*

She shot up several inches. Her bra popped off as she noticed her panties grow thin. Her ass swelling behind her.

"this isn't possible this can't be happening" *hic*

Her panties snapped off of her as she lurched another couple inches up. Her naval pushing above the counter top as her legs wobbled upwards. Her knees shaking.*hic*

She spurted up again. Her head soaring up higher. "She touched her cleavage as it swelled even larger." How do i stop how is this even happening"

"it's speeding up" she held her breath as another one built up she stared in the mirror as it built up higher and higher.*HICC* she yelped as her face grew over the mirror. Her cleavage at the top of it. "It's not working I cant stop. I need help I need to get out of here. I don't even know how tall I am. She raced to the door as she hiccuped again.

Her head growing above the doorframe as she practically ripped the door off it's hinges. She turned to run through as her head hit the top of the frame. Bending forward as she struggled throughthe thin passage way. As she stood back up on the other side she hiccuped again. Her head bashing Into the ceiling. She rubbed her head as she grew wide eyed.

Her one night stand easily 2-3 ft taller. His shorts ripped off his body in to the bed. His legs sprawling over the edge of the bed. His erection sitting 2 ft long.

He groaned and sputtered as he masturbated in front of her.

"it burns I can't*hic"*stop. . He sprouted up another couple inches his head hitting the headboard bending it into the wall. His dick sprouting up another half a foot.

She stood mouth agape as he continued to pleasure himself. "Stop you need to stop we have bigger problems.*hic*

Meg fell to her knees as her neck bent at the ceiling. The discomfort becoming too much. She leaned forward as his legs grew out to either side of her with another hiccup. He slowed down and eventually stopped masturbating as she calmed him.

His dick thrashing and twitching on its own as he groaned. The bed creaking under his weight.

"we need to get out of *hic* here" she sprouted up larger her head looming Into the ceiling again. She opted to fall forward as her head tried to dent the roof. Her arms falling onto the bed as it cracked under their weight. Her boobs swinging forward on to his legs as she leaned over his dick.

*hic* he surged again. His legs growing down to her knees from her knelt position. His dick surging closer to her face as they stared at each other. It still twitched as he strained. "I'm sorry I can't control it especially not with you like this in front of m."

*hic"

She had lost focus she hiccuped again as she sprouted larger. Her back hitting the ceiling. Her feet hitting the wall behind her. Her butt tickling the drywall behind her as well. Her head zoomed up to his. Her cleavage swinging forward covering his dick as it buried in her cleavage. Hestrained and groaned as she felt him twitch.

"don't not know"

*hic*

He instead opted for growing. His head bent at the wall. His eyes staring right into her cleavage. His dick growing in her as he felt the tip of his head push up against her ribcage. He grabbed the carpet as he started to lose himself to passion. His eyes clasping shut as he strained.

His dick thrashed and twitched as she felt a bit of precum drill out. "Don't think about just calm down we will figure this*hic... Out" she whimpered.

Meg swelled forward. Her boobs pinning his pelvis down smashing and smooshing his dick. Her boobs twitching and swelling around it. Her head hit the wall her feet cracking and speeding through the broken bathroom wall. Her movement causing her boobs to swing and jiggle as she felt him losethe battle.

His cum shooting up inside her cleavage as he hiccuped again."sorry he muttered as he curled up under her to fit. Their bodies fighting for room I. The cramped space.

Meg shook and spasmed. "Something wrong something happenIng *HICC HICC HICC*

She shot out of the house. Her cleavage swelling over him as he was lost under her. She sprang up. Eventually standing up as the house crushed under her. She stepped outside of the wreckage eventually finding his body half her size barely breathing.*hic* she lurched up again.

She let out a cry as she came crashing down. Her butt slammed into the pavement as a soft hiccup left the rubble. The debris shuffled out as her one night stand expanded over his own house. His erection already at full flag as she saw his stupid smirk creep into her vision. The amas one that convinced her over in the first place. "Say you want to crush your house in a couple minutes"

[elfgirlcraftworks]

The Anniversary Quilt

Part 1: planning

My parents' 50th anniversary is in mid March and I promised them a quilt. Well, I promised myom. My dad just shrugged and went along with her.

The design

I gave them the choice of double wedding ring (circles on the left) or some sort of lone star (right).

I made these a couple years ago as proofs of concept.

Anyway, she chose lone star. That's actually the easier of the two since it's all straight lines.

Now, there's a ton of variations. I eventually narrowed it down to this one...ish. I bought the pattern on Etsy just to see what math and measurements they used.

This one finishes to 90x90. I need 108 but I'd love 120. They use 5 rows of 2 inch diamonds and 10 inch squares. I wanted to increase that to 3 rows of 4 inch diamonds and 12 inch squares. And before I use up the final fabric I actually made a mockup (shocking for me and quilting)

Good thing I did! Apparently the 2 inches was the side measurement not the height so my diamond turned out to be 18 inches instead of 12.

Okay let's see what we did wrong...

I went back to the pattern and it turns out the 2 inches was on the edge, not the height of the diamond, the height's more like 1 1/4.

Okay. Let's measure and recalculate.

Oh wait, this actually works for the size I need! Woohoo!

Although...it's cutting it close with the fabric I have.

Get it? Cutting it close? ...fabric? Oh that was funny

Anywho

Now to decide on how to arrange the fabrics

The bottom one is the leading contender at the moment. Of course, adding additional prints is always an option (and an attractive one).

Next time: cutting and strip assembly.

[rottenpumpkin13]

To Sephiroth... how were the 3 inches of Genesis?

Sephiroth: Witnessing his three inches in full view brought me joy, and I share in his excitement about them.

Zack: AYO—

Sephiroth: His height increased by three inches this past year.

[wandasreallover]

Obsession|wanda Maximoff x female reader

Part 3

warnings: smut, unintentional knife play, noncon, oral(r recieving)

wanda's pov

she's so adorable.

my oh so innocent, perfect little angel.

Its been months since i genuinely got to admire her like this. i've been waiting for the perfect time to make my re-appearance, spending months hiding in the shadows waiting patiently for the right moment to prove myself worthy of her unconditional love, to show her that she is rightfully mine.

over the last few months i have watched the dissatisfaction towards her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend develop. the countless nights where she would sit around and wait for him dressed up all pretty just to be humiliated when met by the disappointment at his lack of presence. all the nights she would spend with that very same mascara and makeup running down her flushed face. he didn't deserve her, no one does, no one but me of course.

i know all there is to know and soon all she'll know is me and my love. I would never disappoint her, i am nothing like him, no im so much better.

its been around an hour since i first got here and her eyes finally begin to flutter open searching her surroundings as if wading through an imaginary fog. but to no avail nothing has been altered, i haven't moved an inch after setting her position, waiting impatiently to show my love for her. To show her just how much she means to me.

my smile widens, an almost sinister smirk taking over my face, when she notices me standing adjacent to the bed. i watch the panic slowly settle in after as she realizes that she is unable to move her limbs. its adorable watching her struggle against the intricate knots which i spent hours tying just for my little angel. i even tied a cute bow around her neck.

"what the fuck!?" are the first words she utters when she snaps back into reality. pulling harshly at the sturdy restraint. i wait a moment longer, taking in the sight of her struggling before me. My favourite flowy skirt bunched at her hips from her frantic movements, her pretty panties now on full display. " pink how adorable princess" teasing her as she has done me these last few months of watching her parade around unable to do anything at all. her struggling becomes more frantic at my words, wrists becoming raw and sensitive, her stockings being the only thing preventing her ankles being rubbed raw under the ropes.

" wanda what do you want?"

she calls out snapping me out of my trance and i realize i have to shut her up before anyone on this floor submit a noise complaint. i stalk closer to the bed she lies on, moonlight illuminating my face. i see the gears turning in her head, no doubt going into overdrive about my presence and her position. i gesture between the two of us with the jagged army knife in my hand "you we're made for me and i want to prove that to you" she flinched at the action eyes never leaving the weapon in my hand.

"what.no" her voice came out small and shaky only increasing my excitement.

" you belong to me and i am going prove that to you"

" your sick" she suddenly spat making a smirk grow on my face." i just want to prove myself baby will you let me do that, let me show you that i'm better than him."

i hear her hushed breaths and small grunts as she struggled more the closer i bent towards her. with my face inches from hers i suddenly flick the bedside lamp on causing her to flinch once again at the unexpected action. i rose to my height once again and watched her face scrunch as she squinted. how adorable is my little angel?

" you've changed since i last saw you angel, since when did you like coffee? you used to refuse to drink the stuff now you get one nearly every morning."

" what the fuck!?" cutting my dialogue short, which is really a shame because there's is so much i want though talk to her about. " that's rude angel i wasn't finished"

tears begin to stream down her cheeks as i once again get closer and she once again tries to struggle, obviously not yet learning that escaping my love is unavoidable. gently i lower myself above her face giving her a gentle kiss to the forehead before shoving a pair of her underwear down her throat, causing a strangled gag to fill the room.

she tries to spit the panties out but i slowly drag the blade up her chest causing a startled gasp to tumble from her lips and her body to turn ridged as all her movements stop." keep those there angel, please don't make me use this." she responded with more tears, making pleading eye contact.

eventually she nodded, and i leaned in once again placing a kiss on her forehead before taking a step back. her whole body is trembling, tears continuously flow down her cheeks and panties remaining securely in her mouth. taking in my angel, as obedient as ever, for only a moment more.

lowering myself onto my knees in front of her, holding eye contact as i carefully run my knife up the length of her thigh. she squealed as i press the tip lightly over her clit. she began to beg, for what i don't have a clue. my eyes still remain on hers as i gently run the knife lower to the ever growing wet spot on her panties, sparing it a quick glance before smirking back up at her. seeing the flush in her cheeks, a am acutely surprised to see her no longer struggling, and the tears have ceased.

" your enjoying me playing with you aren't you my princess?" she whimpered and shook her head franticly. " i don't like liars princess" i chuckled pressing the knife ever so slightly harder into her clit, not hurting her, never would i hurt my angel, well not anything she wouldn't enjoy. of course she didn't have to know that as she franticly thrashed against her restraints making a point to nod her head in a large movement.

"that's better my obedient little angel." sobbing once more and i maneuvered the knife between her panties and her inner thigh slicing the material in one swift movement. doing the same to the other side before ripping the destroyed garment from her body with little effort leaving her open for me. i tilted my head admiring the glistening wetness in front of me. a wicked smile breaks out on my face as she tries to close her legs but is unable due to the restraint keeping her still.

my beautiful angel, all wet just for me?" the question is rhetorical of course we both already know the answer.

i flipped the knife carefully handling the blade, allowing the handle to brush her clit. a breathless moan falling from her lips as i apply gentle pressure.

"please" her voice muffled behind her panties. "please what angel, use your big girl words" quirking an eyebrow i slowly pull the garment from her mouth. big doe eyes look up at me as she finds her words "please.....don't hurt me, ill be good i promise" her words sting i would never hurt my angel beyond her limits. " what makes you think I'll hurt you, i haven't hurt you so far have i ?" she shook her head slowly. i bring the knife up to her clit adding harsh pressure making her hiss before placing it on the floor beside me.

pushing myself closer to her i begin kissing her inner thighs. "this is mine" running a finger up her slit making her jolt in surprise " relax my angel" i began stroking gentle circles on her thighs making a silent promice to take care of her. again i moved impossibly closer pressing my lips to her clit, once again she jerked away but i held her in place,allowing her chance to relax and get used to the feeling of my mouth on her pussy. once she was fully relaxed i began licking and sucking at her while simultaniously running my hands up her thighs keeping her grounded.

"please...stop" was uttered between her breathless moans. i hummed out my answer, assuring her i wouldn't be stopping any time soon. i finally have my chance to prove my worth to her its safe to assume i will not be stopping anytime soon. she tried to fight me but is was useless as she was bound too tightly. gradually her pleas got louder and her hips began to buck with a sense of newfound urgency. her pussy also began to flutter and throb around me-she was close. i flicked her clit once more, a moan catching in her throat as pleasure washed over her. i sat back and observed the thrashing of her hips, her head and back arching at the sensations, wanted or not.

i continued to stare at her, her legs continuing to tremble as she let out a sob of realization as to what just happened. she has came for me despite her fear. watching her realization wasn't enough i needed to hear it i needed to her to admit that she was mine not his. mine.

"angel" i rested my cheek on her thigh looking up at her." your mine right angel, i need you to say it, please say it"

her chest heaved as she cried out a no.

i picked up the knife from behind me pressing it inter her inner thigh. "angel. say. it" her breath caught once more as her face lit up with fear and aousal.

"I'm your angel" she whispered shyly making me smile.

" that's it good girl your my angel, not his, just my little angel"

dragging the knife up her bare chest i let the knife nick her skin just deep enough to leave a mark. she barely flinched her body is heavy with exhaustion and fear. i continue to run the knife along her body until i reach her wrist where i slice through the rope freeing her from her restraint. doing the same for her other wrist and both her ankles. slowly i bend down making eye contact as i kiss the raw marks on her wrist.

her eyes begin to flutter closed unable to stay awake due to exhaustion. i gently maneuver her body under the covers, giving her a lingering kiss to the temple before i grab the knife which had been abandoned next to her. admiring her once more i take in her relaxed form allowing me to leave content with the fact that she is in fact mine.

a/n- so this is my first time writing smut and i really hope that its good enough for you guys. also there will be a 4th and final part out some point next week. i am genuinely terrified to post this

[wnbawag]

Don't Let Your Intrusive Thoughts Win Part 3

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x OC!Griffin

Summary: Griffin, the 9th 2024 WNBA draft pick, was an unusual case, coming out of the University of Kentucky. You see, Griffin was short. Not just WNBA short, like short short. Like Griffin was barely 5’2. The Liberty, the team she was drafted to, loved to call her the shortest player of all time, but Griffin loved to 1. Remind them that Shannon Bobbitt was also 5’2 and 2. That she was definitely taller than Shannon. So she was the second shortest WNBA player of all time. The Liberty would roll their eyes at her, basically as one. 

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: Not proofread, lemme know if y'all like the direction this is going in!

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Griffin knew that it was probably going to be a stupid idea when Sabrina came up with a mischievous smile and a proposition.

That was how Griffin found herself standing on a treadmill, Leonie on one beside her, both sporting nervous grins.

“Okay rookies, the rules are simple. Griffin beat all of us on the last speed drill, including you Leonie so spot laughing, so we’re going to go head to head on a treadmill to see if Griff’s little legs can keep up with our long ones,” Griffin scoffed at the ‘little legs’ comment, but gave Sabrina a nod that she was ready. 

Sabrina, JJ, Sloot, and Nyara were all around the treadmills, excited to see which rookie would be faster.

Betnijah stood a little ways away, leaning on a nearby wall with her eyebrows raised. She didn’t have anything against seeing which rookie was faster, she just could see this getting out of hand quickly.

Sabrina turned both treadmills on and started both rookies at an easy run. Griffin already was taking almost two strides for every one of Leonie’s, the 14 inch height difference making itself apparent even at a slower pace. 

Sabrina slowly began to increase the pace, neither rookie seemed to be struggling with it. Griffin hadn’t even broken a sweat as they sped into a sprint.

Griffin knew she was at a disadvantage back in high school because of how short her legs were, this caused her to throw herself into track and cross country. She had been determined to match the other basketball players in speed and outmatch them in stamina.

This was playing in her favor as Sabrina had turned the treadmills so fast that she was sprinting almost as fast as she could. Griffin was honestly enjoying the little competition when Leonie hit the ‘stop’ button on her treadmill.

“Griff wins that round, I can’t go any faster,” The 6 '4 rookie exclaimed, rubbing her calf.

“My turn then!” Sabrina took Leonie’s place, matching the speed of Griffin’s treadmill.

This is when, as Betnijah had predicted, things got out of hand.

Sabrina and Griffin were running so fast they were past a sprint, both so competitive that they weren’t about to give in while the other was still running. 

Suddenly, Griffin felt her toe catch on the treadmill and just about saw her life flash before her eyes.

She tried to reach her hands out, anything to stop from face planting on the treadmill as she say the moving tread coming to meet her-

Strong hands caught her around the waist and lifted.

Griffin found herself in- aw fuck.

Breanna had, at some point, come in and saw their stupid little contest.

Even worse, she saw Griffin trip.

This is how Griffin found herself being held, bridal style, in Breanna’s arms, looking up at a very unimpressed veteran.

“Seriously, Sab?”

“I just wanted to see how fast she was!”

“You could’ve just raced!”

“Oh”

—

Being from Kentucky, New York was a … massive change in lifestyle. Griffin had lived in Lexington just about her entire life and hadn’t imagined ever leaving until she was drafted. Moving from basically just a small town to the Big Apple? Griffin was still wrapping her head around how different it all was.

One thing was for certain:

The subway terrified her.

Her first time, she got on the wrong train, somehow ended up in Manhattan, got her backpack literally pulled off her shoulders and stolen, and was followed by a creepy man until she gave up and called the most expensive Uber of her life. 

So … Griffin didn’t take the subway anymore.

No one had noticed yet, Griffin was determined to keep it that way because she was sure the other girls would make fun of her.

She had been lucky to find an apartment nearby, well, as nearby as you can be in New York. 

But it only took her about 30 minutes to walk from her apartment to Barclays. Griffin was content with that, although the knowledge that it would only be around a 5-10 minute subway ride did haunt her sometimes.

Anyways, practice ran late. Which was fine, Griffin could handle herself. She just preferred walking home in daylight, not in the dark. Her area wasn’t necessarily dangerous, she was just aware that she probably stuck out like a sore thumb, a walking “I’m from a small town” sign. 

Aka the perfect target to get her backpack stolen … again.

So Griffin was already not hyped about walking home in the dark, then she stepped outside Barclays and was greeted with the biggest storm she had ever seen hit New York. 

The street in front of her was already flooding slightly and she just knew she would be soaked by the time she got home.

This was going to suck.

“Enjoying the rain, rook?” Griffin jumped as Stewie materialized beside her.

“You have GOT to stop doing that! You’re so damn loud, how do you keep sneaking up on me?” Stewie barked out a laugh, thoroughly enjoying how annoyed Griffin was.

“You weren’t paying attention, not my fault rookie,” Stewie looked down the street to the subway entrance.

“You about to leave? We live near each other don’t we? Wanna make a run for the subway?” Griffin froze.

‘Shit, I’m caught’

“Uh, you go ahead Breanna! I’m actually, uh, I gotta, you know, do some stuff?” Griffin choked out, staring directly in front of her, hoping that didn’t sound weird.

…

It sounded weird.

Stewie clocked it, and sent Griffin a confused look.

“You never call me Breanna,” 

‘Well, shit’

“Yeah I do!”

“Rookie…”

“Fine I don’t”

Breanna leaned against the Barclays doors, clocking how uncomfortable Griffin seemed.

“Talk, what’s up rook?” Griffin let out a dramatic groan and turned to lean her forehead against Barclays wall, something that endlessly amused Stewie.

“So, the first time I took the subway I got my backpack stolen, couldn’t figure out the trains, and got followed. So I just, haven’t taken it since,”

Stewie’s eyebrows shot to her hairline.

“You-you got followed and didn’t tell me?”

“Why in the world would I tell you?”

‘Fair point’

“Okay fine, that’s besides the point. Do you have a subway card? You do? Okay then come on, you’re taking it with me. There is no way I’m letting you walk in the rain the entire way home.” Stewie noticed that Griffin was just in her practice shirt and shorts, no rain jacket to be seen.

‘Rookies … never prepared’

“Here, put this on,” Stewie shrugged off her own rain jacket. Before Griffin could protest, she grabbed the back strap of her backpack and lifted it off the shorter girl’s back. She replaced it with her rain jacket and helped Griffin get her arms through. As she put the backpack back on Griffin’s shoulders, she couldn’t help but smirk a little bit.

Why?

Cause Griffin, in all her fiery, sassy, and frankly sometimes scary self, looked like a little kid in Stewie’s rain jacket that just about fell to the smaller girl’s knees.

Not so scary now.

—

Stewie could tell Griffin was nervous.

She had been stiff, back straight as a board as they ran down the steps to the subway. She was constantly reaching back to feel her backpack and looked two minutes away from just taking it off and holding it.

Stewie personally wasn’t a fan of backpacks and kept anything she couldn’t fit in her pockets in her locker at Barclays.

But the girl was going to drive her nuts if she didn’t calm down.

Not acknowledging it, Stewie reached down and lifted the bag off Griffin’s shoulders, swinging it onto her own.

“Stew-”

“Griffin I am 6 ‘4 and have a resting bitch face, no one’s going to steal it from me. You on the other hand, have a ‘I’m scared of everyone here’ face,” Griffin mumbled her thanks and turned her attention back to the train tracks, waiting for the right train. 

Stewie was starting to notice why Griffin felt so uncomfortable, every man that walked near them seemed to leer at the girl. And several were starting to stand too close for Stewie’s comfort.

One walked right up to them and tried to strike up a conversation with Griffin, who went from nervous to terrified as she was trying to be polite to the man.

The correct train pulled up and Stewie decided she was not dealing with the weird man following them. She slung an arm around Griffin’s shoulders and wordlessly led her away from the man and onto the train. 

Luckily, the man made no move to follow them and Stewie relaxed, taking her arm off of Griffin and standing by one of the poles. Griffin, on the other hand, now felt extremely exposed and tried her best to scoot next to Stewie without making it … too obvious.

It was quite obvious.

As the subway began to move, Stewie reached one hand up to hold the pole. She reached the other out to grab Griffin’s shoulder and move her between Stewie’s body and the pole, effectively sandwiching her.

Griffin decided to not think about how safe she felt, being that close to Stewie, and settled for grabbing the pole as well.

“Thank you, Stewie,” She said in a quiet voice, looking up at the woman above her.

Stewie sent her a soft smile, one Griffin hadn’t ever seen her use before.

“Don’t mention it, rook,”

[houseofhugo]

ONE AFTER ANOTHER: PART ONE

[ SYNOPSIS ] you take him to your room tempted and riled up for a heated session.

[ PAIRING ] lee sangyeon x f!reader

[ CONTENTS AND WARNINGS ] 18+ read (smut), mdni (minors, please do not interact), stepcest, stepfather!sangyeon, top!lee sangyeon (as what fits him), bot!reader, age gap (both are legal, of course), petnames, blowjob, edging (reader!giving), face fucking, throat pie, tan skin sangyeon (yes, that's a warning), sweats sweats sweats, tiny mentions of porn and porn-related terminology as adjectives and compliments

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] this is my first ever smut. if you want to make appreciation of this post, please don't hesitate to like, reblog, comment or do all of the above. hard thoughts are also always open. love, hugo!

[NAVIGATION] PART TWO, THE BONUS CHAPTER

With a single push of your thumb, the click of the doorknob lock behind you bloomed into your ears like music. Your hands are still grasped upon the cold metal behind you but your thumb has been lifted off the button lock. Two open hands then acted like vines as they glided over your skin to find position on your rears—one secured behind your neck while the other snuck up behind your waist. At your eye level, your sight dwells at the low neck of the fitted, bicep-showcasing, sleeveless, gray shirt that extends down enough to fully show off a sexy damp cleavage between firm masculine mounds. From there, your eyes then went up north; through your eyelids, you met the face of the man who let you mix a libido-increasing supplement in his lunch and made you watch him eat every spoon of it right in front of you, and now, he is standing twice your height right in front of you with a wet collar on the shirt darkening the cloth as beads of sweat trail down his temples. The supplement must be making him feel hotter as much as he looks right now.

Who knew you will go this far just to get a man be all over you? And who knew it would be your stepdad for a month now?

"Is it locked?" Sangyeon asked in caution as he held you firmly.

Giving the older a pleased smile, you twisted the knob and both of you heard the lock snapped back open only for you to push it back in with your thumb. Your hands finally left the round metal poking your back. "Yes," you assured him.

His chest descended into ease due to his lessening fear of getting caught—that's actually a minority of his problems right now. Without thinking twice, he hunched and leaned forward to attach his lips onto yours. You're the fuel to this growing fire between you two right now, so won't you just let him work himself for a few moments in devouring your lips?

He wears a pair of beige shorts that only covers one-third of his tree-trunk thighs. You can see through the garment how it hugs and imprints his size that is almost identical to the girth of a kitchen towel tube and quite to the length of a forearm. It's extending down to the leg opening where you caught his whole swelling huge tip with an inch of shaft already peeking out. His hand behind your neck went down to join his other hand on your back to pull you towards him and ground his crotch onto your clothed folds. You held onto his shoulders for extra support. Sensing his desperation, you eventually began munching back at his wet and squelching kisses. Eyelids then draped your sight. You can taste some of the saltiness of his sweat on the skin around his lips. Tilting his head, his nose is now hovering at the zone of your left cheekbone where you feel the air brushing the skin of your left cheek before it gets vacuumed into his nostrils. With that one inhale, he pulls away to have himself a breather; meanwhile, you were standing there silently yearning for the intimate contact that was broken. You want this but you wanna be careful.

"When's mom coming back?" you brought up right away.

"She told me she's gonna meet a few friends until 3 PM to plan their formal gathering."

You turned your head to the digital clock placed on the nightstand behind him showing 12:41 PM in strong red color. Recalling, you two just finished eating during the early minutes of the first half of the hour, so it means the supplement has already done its job on him. You darted your eyes back at his masculine face but something at the corner of your sight suggested you to look around and as soon as your eyes went south first, you knew why.

"What is it?" Sangyeon follows the direction of your head. He sees nothing but his stiff manhood below begging to be freed as it is shoved and pressed on his thighs by the fabric that starts to hardly accommodate his growing and swelling size. You can also see how a line of precum is formed streaming down his calves while his tip drips off that clear and viscous man stuff like a half-way closed faucet. It's just now that he's gotten aware of it which sinks into him how it's quite getting uncomfortable since he's really that big. "Well, look at that. You have no idea how strong that supplement hiked up in me after I ate that food." Through the fabric, he held his cock with is hand in a thumbs up sign as he attempted to wiggle it right at your sight.

You handed over his words to your explorative imagination; the more you think about it, the more you feel your guts warm up. You couldn't help but chew on your lower lip as you press all your fingers right onto your clothed pussy now that you have your stepdad standing in front of you all horny and hot at its peak. However, you don't wanna get yourself losing your shit just yet, so you cupped and pushed his solid shoulder blades down to stabilize yourself standing on your toes reaching his lips with yours to continue the kiss he broke. It went like that for a few seconds until he could feel you nudge forward trying not to trip over.

With Sangyeon's feet apart, he bent his knees as he hunched to even up both of your heights. Feeling stable back again on your soles, you palmed his manhood right at the spot, rubbing his length through the fabric. Of course, it wouldn't be fair if he doesn't do the same. You sensed his right hand slip into the waistband of your shorts. By the time he had is whole hand inside, he began treating your left ass check as the biggest stress ball he has ever held.

A moan of yours was sent out and vibrated through both of your lips. You decide to knead him back while he's stiff and it's quite a pain for Sangyeon since you're treating it like a soft dough when his manhood is nowhere near to that softness; as a reaction, he squeezed his eyes shut and a hum escaped through his nose. He then pushes your head away to break the kiss which distracted you into a full stop from what you were doing with his clothed cock.

"Oh, baby. Guess I can't let you go on like this any further." He ran his words between heavy breaths as he glanced between his legs. "Wanna blow me now, sweetheart?"

You didn't even hesitate and just gave him an immediate nod of excited approval. You signed up for this.

"Yeah? Wanna have the real thing?" A mild laugh was produced from his chest. "Of course, you do."

Sangyeon lets you continue playing his clothed length as he scans your room for the first time. His body keeps nudging back and forth because of the force of your hand on his cock. It's so clear how he's letting you take over from how dependent his hips are to your hand movements. "Where do you want me to sit?" he asked while mentally collecting spots in your room to be in position. Not to mention the way he can already imagine how he would look like getting his cock done in those places was so horny of him.

"Uhm, actually..." Noticing your hotdog pillow next to you on the floor, you horizontally laid it in front of your feet before dropping your knees on top of it one at a time. You then slipped two fingers on both sides of his shorts including his boxer briefs underneath. "Can you just stand?" you proceeded.

Even his smile looks radiant down here. "Anything for you, kitty." He rested his hands on both sides of his waist waiting for you to do your business with those fingers on the waistband of his shorts.

"Want you to take off your top," you instructed.

No horny man will ever be patient, so Sangyeon immediately crossed his arms. Hands fisted at the hem of his white sleeveless top, he crumpled the fabric in his hold. The way he pulls it up with his torso arching backwards seems like he suddenly became your private stripper on the spot. The muscle stretch was so tender and yummy; from his defined v-line, and rock hard chocolate six-pack, up to his juicy pecs, all those gym-molded muscles slowly got undraped right before your eyes. He's such a meal in that tone of tan. The sweat that has been collecting in thick coatings on the surface of his clean and smooth textured skin makes it appear that he received a Midas touch and survived from how golden brown his skin is. You can't believe you're having a man for yourself in your personal space for 20 years since your childhood but you never thought that it would be someone like him.

As you drag down his lower garment right at his knees, you are presented with the way his massive cock that matches the tone of his overall skin made a squelching slap as it sprung up and smacked onto his sweat-glazed abs before the glossy pale-brown head came back pointing right at your face. His dick hole was impressive to dispense a drip of pre-cum that created a short string before falling down on the floor between your thighs. He even got a few soft and damp pubes at the finish line.

Mmh! Delicious. That was so far the hottest thing you made out of him.

With an open palm, you softly struck his shaft from below sending it upward and landing back down on your open hand. Why? You just wanna feel how hefty his cock is in your hold. Not gonna lie, it's almost similar to catching a pillow with one hand.

"You might wanna get your taste buds on that cock now, sweetheart." He reminds you. "You can't play with that if you'll just keep it dry."

The tip was at the level of your mouth. First thing's first. You choked the cock under the tip with your whole hand before treating it like a lever as you pulled it up to uncover his testicles and the thick lining under the shaft decorated with prominent veins. You ran your tongue across your lips before fully sticking it out and leaning over to begin your journey with your tongue at the underside of the base close to his pair of "table tennis" balls. Going up, you started to leave trails of your saliva on his shaft as you made your way up to his tip where you took it whole in your mouth right away. Your hand that was wrapped under the head came down to his base to hold his manhood in place. As he was quite past your pretty lips, you swirled your tongue around the head before your licking organ turns into a shape of an arrowhead inside your mouth because you are about to press the very tip of your tongue right at his slit.

"Oh—" His reaction got caught up mid-throat but he still managed to whisper a, "wow," as he squeezed his eyes shut.

His hands circled into a fist as he kept it hovered over the outside of his thighs to endure the initial stimulation you are causing between his legs, so you thought of bringing them behind his back crossed and fixed. You gave his triceps gentle caresses before your mouth left his tip coated and dripping in your spit. You continued to lick his shaft on the sides just like how anyone would typically consume an ice cream. At the same time, you pepper a few wet kisses until you're back up again at the head where you find the courage to take more of him than a while ago. The slit kisses the roof of your mouth. Still fine with it, you attempted to get his length deeper into you. Since a stiff dick couldn't curve, you hunched your back and tilted your head up to make your throat straight for his size to fit. By the time you pushed yourself on him once again, his head was already resting at the back of your tongue right before your uvula—the one dangling that can make you vomit when excessively triggered—and you thought you would throw up everything you just ate this lunch when you decided to push more of him in; but the next thing you know, your nose has touched something wet with a bit of hair and the pressure in your throat started to build up due to the lack of air, but it's fortunately not enough to pass you out.

"Mmmh. That's it. Warm that cock for me." His mumbles were mixed with an airy tone. Out of curiosity, the man laid his palm under your jaw and pressed your cheeks with his thumb and middle finger causing your inner flesh to concave and touch his girth—the fact that he didn't have to press deep because he already felt his solidness through your cheeks in a split-second. He then leaned back with a hunched back as he tilted his head to see your face before squishing your cheeks once again just to confirm what he felt was reality. "Fuck," he whispered with a smirk. "Did I just fill your mouth instantly, baby girl?"

Sangyeon carefully looks down at you to see you withdraw his length out of your mouth centimeter by centimeter until you were just left with his head again alone in your lips. He releases a deep sigh as he starts to feel your tongue fondle his cock head once again; but this time, with suckles.

"Hah! Ooh, yes!" he exclaims. "Of course, you know what to do—hngg, fuck." He sucked air through his nostrils and released it through his mouth.

You couldn't wait any longer. Laying your hands on both of his thighs, you started bobbing your head in a fixed rhythm. The drag of your lips at the base of the man's tip sends shivers all throughout his hot body as it just begins to fuel him towards insanity.

"Deeper again, baby girl. Want you to savor it all. You signed up for a whole meal, not a snack."

HORNY JAILLLL!!!

Well, who are you to refuse when he's already in the process of outdoing the capability of the lube's glossiness with his own thick layer of sweat starting to look like he just got poured a gallon of it. The way your hands are slipping off his muscular thighs was so surreal. His locks are so wet that it drips off down on you.

By the time you're drooling and you're beating your own throat on his hefty meat, you heard a hummed growl from above. His super wet palms held you by the cheeks to get you off his dick. "Oooh, my gosh!" His release was already right at the tip. He just held you there away as he struggled to prevent himself from building up an orgasm from where he left at. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Curses spilled as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was then followed by a hiss, a huge out breath through his nose, and an undertone moan as he squeezed the base of his cock with his whole hand to prevent himself from pushing anything out.

"Wow," you subconsciously mumbled. "Did you just—that's insane. Does it hurt, though?" You've only seen men edging in porn. You never thought about witnessing a man doing it real time could outdo the videos.

"Not—ngh... at all. I've done this to myself a couple of times." His hand eventually left the base of his cock once he felt the build up of his orgasm crumble back down. "You liked that?" he brought up the question. "Or did I break your fun on my cock?"

Of course, he did; but the mental image of him jerking off was just different to you, exceptional even. Imagine him alone in the room with his current look right now, stroking that fat meat flute for minutes in bed to the thought of you—well, who else is it gonna be? This is your fantasy. It would be weird to think that he's pumping that cock while thinking of someone that is not you.

"I mean...that turned me on," you uttered.

"So you liked it?"

"Why would I not?"

An idea snapped into the older man's mind and he just gave you a mild laugh before grabbing both of your hands and guided you up relieving your knees at the same time. He dragged you away from the door and led you to the corner of your room where a bean bag is getting a spotlight from the sunlight coming from the window. Sangyeon sits there already with parted legs and beckons you to kneel between them.

Sangyeon looked around. "Do you have any lube here?" he asked.

There was a nightstand next to the bean bag and you pointed him that way. The stretch of his torso was so defined when he leaned back in place and pulled the top drawer out where he saw a bottle of lube rolled out. He squirms at his seat until he feels in a comfortable position before handing the bottle to you. "I'm just going to sit here and all you have to do is jerk me off, okay? I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, so you'll know when to cut me off."

"Oh."

"Yes, sweetie. You're gonna edge me good."

And that's an offer you would never turn down on. "You sure about this?" You twisted the cap off the bottle in contrast to your question. Apparently, you want this.

"Come on. I didn't let you get me on that supplement for nothing. I'm giving you myself to enjoy."

Looking down, you bite your lip as you stare at his delicious hard-on standing proud and tall.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Tease me all you want. I'm all yours."

You tilted the mouth of the bottle down hovering above your open hand. Satisfied with the amount that has landed all over your palm, you put the bottle down on the floor and spread the viscous liquid up to your fingers. With your one hand on top of the other, you wrapped them around his shaft and began pumping him in a slow and steady pace to gloss his sex up. Your hands are already tight enough for Sangyeon to begin riling himself up with. He slips his hands behind his back indicating that he has passed over unto you the control over his climax. He then just realized that this is your first time using your hands full time on his cock which is why the softness felt so silky smooth for him—because also of the lube—rather than fleshy smooth.

Leaving only one hand stroking him off, you reached for one of his pecs and went for the pinching work on his erected milkers. His drive started to tense in his pelvis causing him to hunch with his shoulders folding in. You then cupped his chest and gave it a couple of grope and squish motion before moving to his other one to do the same thing. His firm muscle under your touch feels so warm.

He fisted on the fabric behind him as he carefully rested his head back. Trying to prolong himself, he closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils with his chin tensing up. The man thought it would work as a distraction until you abused the pace to produce gooey, luscious squelches which took over his senses rather than the on-the-spot distraction mechanism he just made for himself. At the same time, you were swiping your thumb fast on his nipple which triggered the tickle on his chest.

"Ngh! Hah!" Sections of his muscles contracted through his skin causing his body to appear very ripped. "Baby, I'm close!" His words scratched up his throat before exiting his mouth.

Your hand landed on the base for a split second before coming back up brushing past the bottom of his tip as your touch finally leaves his skin and hovers in a fist above his head. You saw a small white bead of liquid forming at the slit like a pearl before it runs down his shaft like a teardrop cry. You didn't expect to get a first glimpse of his cum that way. That bead was already creamy and thick as—

"Fuck!" The word came out airy of the elder. "Gosh! That was so close!" He looks down to inspect his huge swollen meat. He thought his cock would go limp due to how intense that edging was but look, it's still reaching for the ceiling. His two eyes came up to yours with a sharp stare while he was busy catching his breath through his heaving big milkers. "Hope I looked good with that," he spoke through heavy breathing.

"Thought I was actually watching porn for a sec," you complimented.

"I wouldn't leave the video paused if I were you," he replied.

Not gonna lie, he's a perfect spectacle for this. He would be in huge demand in the club if he was a stripper.

"Vibrators?" you offered.

"Surprise me."

It felt like you just won. You threw a smirk at him before coming back to the nightstand next to the bean bag he was sitting on. You came back kneeling to him presenting a big white microphone-shaped one and a cock ring in between your thumb and index finger.

"Oh... are you gonna use those two on me, munchkin?"

"Why not? I'm just making our every second count."

The cock ring was, of course, elastic. Slipping four fingers—two from each hand—into the hole, you stretched the vibrator over the head of his cock before going down wearing it on him like a headband of an 80's workout attire. The only difference is that it was placed under the tip; but it's cock, so it's unnecessarily gonna choke. You let the vibrator sit there in peace with the vibrating mechanism settled right at the back of his tip.

"Tight?" you assured.

"No. It's perfect," he replied.

Shooting him a short-term smile, you switched the microphone-shaped one on and tested it on his thigh. Just as you expected, you earned a little twitch from him. Without any warning, you also switched the cock ring on, letting the sensation torture his big head and run down his shaft then to his aching testicles.

"Shit!" It caused the older to plant his feet on the floor for his ass to leave the seat a few inches north before sitting back down. "I don't think I would even last a minute with this one at all, sweetie—fuck!" With the continuous withdrawal of the vibration from the object, Sangyeon is back with his rapid breathing through his nose paired with clamped lips as he watches how his length starts to significantly vibrate along. He's actually surprised that a small vibrator can cause his massive cock to do something like that, and you're surprised that he's still manspread despite his whole body flaming to the feeling.

Bringing yourself up from your knees, you hooked your thumb on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, so that you're left with your panties on. You sat on his left thigh and leaned sideways towards his body avoiding the skin of your knee from making contact with the underside of his shaft by crossing your right leg over your left. The way the sweat on his firm thigh muscle acted like an adhesive for your naked ass to sit on made your walls twitch on nothing but air. You rested yourself there and have your right arm sneak over his shoulder. You just let his head fall back on your arms. With your right hand, you use it to hold the big vibrator and let it do its job on his right nipple.

"How are you feeling?" you talked right at his left ear.

He meets you at the left corner of his eyes with his head still thrown back. "You don't know how hard I'm trying to hold myself together right now—hmm." You cut him off with a kiss where you began lapping his lips up just like how he did to you a while ago, and just like your response to his kiss, he laps back at you where wet squelches began to be produced between your wet mouths. Both of you didn't stop as you swallow his deep manly moans and groans and whines. The sounds he made while kissing were coming to you unforced for a while suggesting that he's still not getting his pleasure striking up his cock, but that didn't last when he started humming in a specific pattern.

"Baby," he managed to let out even if it was muffled, but you were so immersed by the feeling of his lips on yours that you didn't stop lapping him up. "Hmm," he firmly and helplessly hummed through the kiss. He just thought of it by now to tilt is head away so that his voice won't be drowned by your kiss. "Don't wanna—ugh, fuck—cum yet, sweetie. You still have—hmm... a lot to do with this body, remember?" He just rapped his words out before turning into a panting mess because his orgasm is already hiking up to his cockhead.

"What?" You didn't catch him.

"Oh, shit!" The rippling sensation was clogging the words right at his throat. "The... vibrator."

"Shit! Sorry." Without getting off from sitting on his lap, you stretched your left arm to reach for the back of his tip where the button and the vibrating mechanism was positioned at. You also turned the big one off before tossing it to your bed.

"Damn it!" It was obviously inevitable for you to get your skin on his cock which made it worse causing a single string of his cum to shoot out of the slit; it was so thick that you are sure you heard a resemblance of a slap on the floor.

That load escaping made Sangyeon impulsive that he told you take the cock ring off right away, so you immediately dropped yourself on your knees and stretched the ring to get it off of his dick.

"Oh, no," you mumbled as another string of cum couldn't help but jump out the slit and land around somewhere. Once the vibrator was removed, you secure it in your fist. Meanwhile, the man already has one hand wrapped around the base of his cock with pressure just so he could prevent himself from the brink of busting the rest his load.

The whole scenario didn't have to be so chaotic but it did, anyway. It's like you just minimally broke a faucet and didn't know what to do.

He raised his sight at you with a crunched forehead and semi-narrowed eyes. "Why do you have that vibrator, anyway? It's for cocks," he asked.

"I actually have not much idea yet about these things when I bought this. The vibration was just so great, so I just bought it as my first one."

The man's eyebrows rose in surprise after hearing that. "Yeah, you're right." He recalls the feeling. "That thing could've turned me into a fountain."

You stretched your arm out to him with an open hand. "Wanna have it?"

"You sure?"

"I mean...we both saw how it fits perfectly."

Sangyeon puts out his hand open. You dropped the stuff on his palm and his hand withdrew in a fist, getting the ownership passed down to him.

"Just don't tell mom that it came from me."

"You're not the only one who's gonna be screwed if I do tell her."

You nodded your head up and down in agreement. "Right."

Both of you consumed a few seconds to stare at each other's face before he breaks the contact by checking the digital clock on the nightstand: 1:34 PM.

"Wanna make me cum this time?" his voice vibrated through his throat in deep and relaxed mumbles.

Well, you don't know if that was a command or request but, either way, you're not refusing a man like him. He squirms at his seat to make himself comfortable before he sweeps the air with his fingers beckoning you between his thighs. "Come here. Use your mouth now," he said.

You nudged forward to get his cock in your hands. It's impressive that he's still keeping his stiffness to the maximum. You keep on humming as you start to take him inch by inch past your lips leaving one hand wrapped at the base to prevent you going all in and save your throat for later. It didn't take long until you were bobbing your head up and down as you stroked his cock in a twisting motion. He then finally rose from the back rest of the bean bag to lean forward towards you giving you an easier access to his whole torso. Big hands run down your hair as you work his size in your mouth.

Look at him now: slippery, glazed, and hot by the natural light and your combined body heat.

Just as you came up from his member, you replace your mouth with your hand keeping the movement coming to his senses. You then stretched your neck to experiment your tongue on one of his nipples; getting his sweat caught on your taste buds was appetizing and mouthwatering rather than salty and disgusting. He's got the yummy bod you love, so you never actually thought of that beforehand.

"Fuck my hand," you rushed your command as you initiated to stack your hands on top of each other and make a hole out of them for him to ram into. Sangyeon couldn't wait. He laid his hands in a fist behind his back causing him to lean back and get a full view of you between his sweat-glazed beefy thighs with your hand below the other covering his tip. He planted his soles on the floor to get a good grip before he began sloppily thrusting up to meet your hands. You can see how his glistening golden abs wave along his noodle-like movements. Even his butt cheeks are tensing as he does it. It really looks like you just got a private stripper dancing for you in your own place. You then kept an eye on his cock head exiting at the top and disappearing back in your hold like those in whack-a-mole, but you're not here to hammer it in; that would hurt.

Sangyeon notices your tongue gliding through you lips as your eyes are darted at his consistent thrusts. "Like what you see?" he engaged. "Like watching your stepdad being a spectacle for you fucking your hands like this? Aren't you a lucky girl?"

"More than lucky, I guess," you plainly spoke as you were so focused on his moves.

The man thought you were not satisfied enough because of your leisure tone, so he became robust on fucking your hand from below. His eyes narrowed as he bit his lip because the fast brushing of the skin of his shaft in your hands was tickling him that it's triggering his balls to push out all the cream he's been saving to give you a pleasant cum explosion. It's painful for him to hold back like this and it's the kind of pain that's keeps him in seduction.

"Hah!" He threw his head back making his sweaty chin, sharp jawline, and the tip of his big nose the only things that are seen of his face from your lower ground view. You took the chance to replace your hand one by one with your mouth by going down as you remove one hand. You wanna surprise him but you eventually coughed when the tip jabbed on your uvula which caused him to raise his head back to see what just happened.

"Sorry, didn't wanna distract you—cough," your words got caught in your throat.

"You could've just told me you want me to mouth-fuck you." Sangyeon stood up from his seat and bent his knees so that his pelvis was at the level of your face causing him to be in a kind of squatting position. You didn't have to be told as you open your mouth with allowance for his size. By the time you felt his tip going past your lips, you shut the excess space your mouth made—which is not that quite much—causing your lips to comfortably wrap around his tip.

"Just tap my thigh if you want me to go deeper, okay?"

You could only nod your yes in response now. Recalling how you coughed to his rhythm, the elder initiated his thrusts by slowly grooving the underside of his shaft on your tongue.

Seeing him through your eyelashes as your head was thrown back a bit for his convenience, you are met with a drenched Sangyeon watching his manhood reappear and disappear in your mouth. Meanwhile, your hands traveled up past his hips and up to his stomach where your palms traveled across his bumpy six-pack. They were so hard that it doesn't feel like you're touching muscles but rather steel.

From your lips directly shaped by the circumference of his shaft, you let your jaw drop a bit before tapping the front of his thigh three times. You didn't know that what he meant by deeper was past your uvula but to your surprise, your body already registered the sudden gag you had earlier and told your brain that you're all fine.

"Shit! Your mouth is so tight down here," he spoke on behalf of his tip that has already reached the back of your throat. "Is this okay?" he assures.

You hummed as you nod making his cock twitch in your throat due to the vibration the wet flesh inside your mouth produced. One of his hands left the back of your head to go up his chest and cup one of his pecs. You can see how he kneaded and squished the muscle and gave his hipple a pinch. Your hand is still there roaming and worshipping his rock hard abs. Now that he's deep in you, you close your lips around his shaft again and hollow your cheeks to give him a tighter feeling around his member. You don't have any idea what's stopping him from picking up his pace in your mouth so you basically reach for his ass cheeks to pull him in. He read that and now, he was already making lewd noises out of his cock and your mouth. You're just getting obsessed by the hefty feeling of his size that has gone directly all over your jaw and how his tip was blocking and unblocking your airway with every thrust he takes. You played along by randomly humming throughout his pace.

"Hoo! Damn!" Sangyeon twitched in your mouth and it felt like he just redirected your whole jawline. "I'm so close, munchkin. Where do you want me?"

You let go of his dick with a cartoon-ish sound of popping bubbles. From base to tip, he's coated in a glossy thick layer of your own drool. He used it for his own convenience to begin jerking off above your head.

"In my mouth, please."

Sangyeon never heard words so loud and clear causing him to stroke himself faster as his breath was shaking to the rhythm. "Oh, baby. You should be honored. I've never came in someone's mouth before." He used his own facts to rile himself up which riled you up too. It's actually true but you don't wanna dig more up from there. You just want everything now to be between you and him. "Holy shit! Lips around the tip now, munchkin."

You leaned forward to take him just as he wanted. The way his cock inserted into your open mouth like a charging plug was a smooth fit. While he went full speed in pumping himself from shaft-end to shaft-end, you couldn't help but think that he's such a pornographic spectacle to do it in front of you. In fact, he really looks like he would do something like that.

"Gonna fill your mouth good, baby girl—fuuuckkk!" Ropes of his white, creamy, and viscous baby batter gushes out from his slit and onto every corner inside your mouth. "Ugh! Take it all for me, sweetheart." As soon as it started to pool on your tongue, the mild sweet taste was accepted by your taste buds as a delicious treat. You can even smell his cum perfectly in your mouth. He's releasing a lot to the point that he can feel how his tip is getting a dip on his own cum that has already pooled inside your mouth. You tried your best to not swallow because you love the feeling of how thick and gooey he is inside you. You're even thinking of gargling it. By the time he pulled himself out, there was a bit of cum that got caught on his tip, so he came back to smear it on your shut lips like a lipstick. He leaned and told you to open up and there he sees the white sticky substance dwelling inside you in thick globs and stretchy webs; it looks like edible lotion. Your throat feels slippery than usual due to those that made it down your throat. "What are you gonna do with that now?" he questions. The man has seen porn about these things but seeing this personally was silently driving him insane.

Your lips pressed on each other and made sure you exaggerated your gulp enough for him to hear; and to your surprise, it was louder than you expected to be because of how hard it was to push into your esophagus from how thick it was. The feeling of his cum sliding down your throat in globs is something you would be addicted to. You even tongued the corners of your teeth and licked your lips just to make sure there's little to no cum left to see from there.

"I guess I have to cum in your mouth just to hear you swallow like that." He strokes your head a couple of times. "That's not something I would hear from a normal gulp."

"There are a few still stuck in my throat that my saliva can't remedy." You tried clearing the way with a few strained vibrations until you knew that only water can take them away. "You must be eating something."

Duh! Look how firm his entirety is. That man is a god! He wouldn't be looking so damn blowjob-able to you if he's not doing something to his own body; and whatever that is, you wish he doesn't cut it off because mmhh... man so yummy as fuck!

"Guess my meals being different from you isn't noticeable."

If not all, most of the healthy shit he was eating every time in the kitchen started to fired like a machine gun back into your memory. "I should feed you more of those," you didn't hesitate to drop those words right away.

A scoff left his nose along with a hot steam of breath. "You really enjoyed it, huh? Can't blame my girl." He looks down at your body just to notice that he's the only one naked in the room. "You're still clothed, by the way," he reminds.

"Oh." You just realized that. "Yeah, right."

"Did you not touch yourself along?"

"I did. I just... wanted to focus on you."

"Well, baby girl, you know I appreciate that." He hooked his hands under your pits to help you to get on your feet. "Let me focus on you this time."

To be continued...

[astr0exe]

K9 [COD MEN (POLY??) X M!READER] CH1

Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3

CAS’ MASTERLIST !!

reader is transmac and autistic cause i said so :)

AO3 VERSION : K9

SUMMARY: The boys meet someone new. He seems cool but his dog seems to enjoy ripping people apart.// The boys meet the K9 trainer

(first time transferring my AO3 work to tumblr so)

(my writing is also quite shit but hey ho)

( i project so so bad with this character)

(pls give me feed back)

CHAPTER 1

Soap's POV :

The Captain dragged us into a meeting and we have no idea why. I was busy watching Princess And The Frog after working out for ages, I just wanted to relax after so many back-to-back missions.

"Thank you all for showing up I do appreciate it, I know we are all probably tired, however I thought this was important to discuss before you saw them around the base." Huh saw who around base? Is someone new joining? I glanced around the room and caught Gaz's confused eyes.

"See who sir?" I asked cautiously, "___ they are the K9 trainer and his callsign is K9 because of this. He has a fully-grown perfectly trained cane corso who is with ___ at all times. If any of you are scared of big dogs then I am sorry because Bucky is huge. There will be a meeting introducing you all do not worry but I thought I should give you a heads up. Dismissed." Answered Price.

Whilst walking next to Ghost in the hallway I couldn't help thinking about what Price said. I don't even know what a cane corso looks like. Oh well, when I get to my room I'll find out cause Google is my friend. "Hey, Lt. Do you know what a cane corso looks like?" I questioned, "I think I have an idea, pretty sure they grow up to 70 cm (27.5 inches) ish and weigh up to 50 kgs (110 pounds) They are massive dogs." Ghost murmured.

I could feel my eyes bulging out of my sockets at the thought of a dog that big.As I finally got to my room, I instantly looked up what a cane corso looked like and I think I shit myself. I have to meet one of those tomorrow.

Time skip : meeting K9 and Bucky

We all sat in the common room for our introductions. Me and Gaz were playing uno whilst Ghost was just watching us like a babysitter would with two children whilst we were waiting for Price and ___. Slowly we heard footsteps, they sounded heavy like platform boots, you could hear heavy breathing coming from Bucky and mumbling muffled talking from K9 and Price. The footsteps gradually increased in volume until Price walked in along with an awkward-looking guy. He wore large combat boots which had to add at least 3 inches to his height, and a large leather jacket with lots of patches on ranging from band patches to quotes. Oh and a trans flag. Nice. His belt was studded like he bought it in the 2000s with added chains which actually looked heavy, he had black eyeliner on and a face mask. If he wasn't like 5"7 with his boots on I'd say he was terrifying.

After I finally stopped staring at this Greek god of an emo boy and got my shit together I noticed his dog, Bucky, who was eyeing everyone wearily as if at any point we would attack him or ___. With how intimidating they both look I think they suit each other.

"Um hi I'm ___ or K9 and I'll be training dogs you take on missions and sometimes taking the dogs on the missions myself. Nice to meet you all. As you all know, this is Bucky, he won't hurt you." He giggled towards the end and oh my god it's like I heard heaven gates open and when I gazed around the room I knew everyone felt the same with all the wide eyes and stuttering introductions.

"Well these are my boys, Lt. Ghost Riley , Sergeant Soap Mactavish and Sergeant Gaz Garrick. Boys this is Sergeant K9 he will be working with you as he described he will also be living on base and training with you lads so I expect them to come back to me feeling welcomed into the Taskforce is that clear?" Demanded Price. "Yes Sir." We all responded in unison.

As I observe K9 and Bucky I cant help but smile at how at ease he seems with his dog. I think he is gonna fit in perfectly.

[tales-from-the-aether-ttrpg]

Tales from the Aether: Heritage

Mundane Heritage: Dragonkin

Dragonkin are the remnants of a civilization that fell long before the Dark Age. What little is known about their culture or how they came to be is mostly speculation based on the few ruins that have been unearthed. In the modern day, these behemoths either find their home in mountain peaks, wander the world in small tight knit communities, or have folded entirely into others with a strong presence in elven and human cities. 

Many Dragonkin cling desperately to the fragments of culture and history they have with entire communities dedicated to rediscovering and restoring their lost empire. Whatever calamity occurred that started the dark age has wiped almost all evidence of their long dead civilization from the world but that doesn’t discourage them from searching. 

Regardless of how Dragonkin came to be, their draconic blood cannot be denied. Many Dragonkin inherit immense strength or magical abilities from their dragon blood that make them valuable assets to any community. However, the hype around Dragonkin’s power is often overstated and many Dragonkin find themselves faced with unreasonable expectations they could not hope to meet. Many Dragonkin find comfort in their own kind as they can exist without constantly putting on a performance for others. 

Quirk: Hoarder. One thing Dragonkin did inherit is the Dragon’s desire for stuff. Choose one type of object be it buttons, butterflies, or gold. Your Dragonkin is obsessed with collecting this object and will go out of their way to add some to their collection. 

Appearance: Dragonkin are bipedal with a stature between 8 and 11 ft in height and weigh over 300 lbs. These hulking behemoths share the appearance of their Dragon kin with scales covering every inch of their body, large wings, talons, razor sharp canines, and a long tail. Their scales can range dramatically in color with every hue imaginable from dull reds to icy translucent whites to lustrous emerald.

Size: Large

Age: 300-400 years. A Dragonkin is generally considered an Adult when they reach 60 to 72 years in age. 

Movement: Speed 30 ft. Proficient – Walking and Flying. Inept – Climbing. (Cannot wear Heavy Armor while Flying unless Journeyman in Strength)

Skill: Increase the Rank of one of the following Skills: Primal, Mysticism, Alteration, Unconventional Fighting, Unarmed Defense, Stealth, or Luck.

Passive: You gain a +1 bonus to your Magic Score.

Night vision: You can see 30 ft in pitch black and 60 ft in dim light. 

Vulnerability: +2 Psychic and +2 Lightning vulnerability. +5 Frost Resistance.

Talents (choose one): 

Dragon Breath: You inherited the Dragon’s ability to create and harness elemental energy with their breath. For 2 Stamina or 4 Arcana, you can use your Main Action to produce a 15 ft cone that deals 3 Dice of one of the following damage types: Fire, Frost, Lightning, Poison, Acid, Thunder, or Force. When you choose this Heritage, select one damage type for this ability. The damage dice is determined in the Spells section [page#].

Dragon Claws. Your unarmed attack deals 1d4 damage of one of the following damage types: Fire, Frost, Lightning, or Poison. When you choose this Heritage, select one damage type for this ability.

Dragon Bite. You can take a Bite attack as an Unconventional Attack that deals 1d6 damage of one of the following damage types: Fire, Frost, Lightning, Poison, Acid, Thunder, or Force. When you choose this Heritage, select one damage type for this ability.

Your spells known increases by 1.

[illarian-rambling]

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

For the character design ask game?

Hm, this is a tough one. I'm gonna run down the list and see if I find anything lol

Izjik: Nothing that I can think of. She got a new scar on her hand and that's about it. There's another thing too, but it's kind of spoilers ;)

Sepo: He dresses better once he has money, but nothing too significantly different from his existing style.

Twenari: Once she's out from under Undeta's thumb, she starts dressing for herself and developing her own style. She gets a lot of piercings and makes bolder fashion choices.

Djek: He gets some sick tattoos from a god in book 2 (long story). He loves the look of them. They appear as dark ripples staining his fingers and forearms.

Astra: When she was a kid, she dressed in what she could afford, which was usually one step up from literal rags. Once she got adult money after heading to the city, she began to make her own clothes according to her particular sense of style. A few of her fingers also eventually get flipped backwards due to a teleportation accident, but we're not gonna get into that.

Mashal: Aside from the obvious, Mashal does eventually start treating his robotic body like something more than just a waystop until he's human again. He gets a collapsible sword hidden in his arm and a temperature sensor. He lets Astra do some decorative etchings on his shoulders and takes quite a few inches off his height so he's not so inconveniently tall.

Ivander: I mean, the curse certainly changed his appearance. But like Twenari, he too only discovered his style once he got away from his family. He learned how to dress in ways that complimented his unique complexion and let himself experiment with different looks.

Elsind: Nothing too significant. They look however they want to look lol

Avymere: I'm not sure if this counts, but the level of "run ragged" they have between books 2 and 3 increases drastically. They lose weight, their hair grows out, and they have to start using a breathing mask once their lungs get fucked up from the aforementioned teleportation incident. The beggar-like figure they cut in book 3 couldn't be more different from the princely heir of Salis.

Thanks for the ask!

[st4rsinthenight]

Hello!!!!

I have a GT idea for you from rottmnt

It is that all the siblings change size, except Raphael, and he should take care of them and look after them.

For some reason, I imagined combining an idea I saw in a publication. Leo and Donnie would shrink to a tenth of their current height, while Mikey would grow ten times his current height. So Leo (6.5 inches), Donnie (6.3 inches) and Mikey (46 feet) approximately. Then Raph has to help Leo, Donnie and Mikey so they can communicate with each other (since Mikey is too big to hear his shrunken brothers). One scene I can think of is that Mikey almost unintentionally pities his brothers and that causes him to hide in his shell, and it's up to Raph to comfort him, other than Leo and Donnie who will be with him, on top of his head or something; I don't know, I like the angst and soft stuff.

How did this happen? I'm still not really clear on it; it could be that they were bewitched by some witch or given something mystical that altered their sizes.

I was telling you about this one because I've seen that you could do something with it, I just have it as an idea for the moment, but I'm sharing it because it might interest you and maybe it gives you ideas :3

★..raaaaaagh the turtles are cursed to be size shifters. /pos

I feel like with their new found sizes, there would be some unfamiliarity between them. The twins would have trouble regulating the idea of them being more vulnerable to their surroundings as their height has reduced rather drastically. More so Donnie— as he is already fragile due to him having a softshell and now he is basically the size of a..full grown rat I suppose. Though, they could use their height to their advantage, as their stealth would increase meaning that they could track down and follow threats or targets way more easily. Extra ninjasity, one could say. I have a headcanon on how the twins could use their shrunken height to their advantage, but I leave that for another day.

The same crippling unfamiliarity would pass on to Mikey as well, as he is used into being the smallest one in the group, which is something that also enabled him to razz his taz without having to worry that he cause any damage.. any major damage, that is. However, now that his height is that equivalent of a building, it would be rather impossible for him to act out any of his rad skills without potentially destroying the area, or even worse, without harming those around him. I don't know how he could use his height to his advantage, however, his strength would increase, which he could view it as a positive asset. It would be quite funny and cool for him to keep that strength even if he returns back to his normal size. Imagine him chucking and throwing a building with just his bare hand while being his 4'7 foot self again.

..and don't think that Raph is safe— he would as well be at loss on what to do to help out his brothers. He would be quite paranoid when it comes to their safety, and utterly confused as to how to protect them. Maybe, he could keep the twins safe by having them close to them, either perched on his shoulder or carrying them on his hands— or maybe even denying the idea of the leaving to go out on missions at their current state, which should be easy.. in theory, I think. Though, when it comes to Mikey's protection, that is where he won't know how to help. Suddenly, his little brother is all grown. Literally. Which is something that he is not used with. He is usually the big brother, the one who is the biggest and such— and well, he still kind of is. Though, now he has to help out someone is almost 40 feet larger than he is and it might just be a bit.. overwhelming.

But there are some solutions that could assist them regarding their communication.

Now, you said that Raph can not change his size, which would be drawback in case he needs to assist his now 'big little brother', though you didn't mention anything about him not using his mystics to get larger. Or rather— creating a larger mystic projection of himself. He could as well use his mystic projection to hold the twins up to Mikey's face, y'know— as a way for them converse and communicate with one another about how to solve the 'size shifting dilemma'.

Though even then, I kind of doubt that Mikey would able to able to understand his brothers, as the size difference between them is quite extreme— that their voices and ideas would be nothing more of tiny, tiny chirps to him. Another way to help them communicate, is that Raph could translate their miniscule voices to his younger brother and such. I don't really have many comments for the angsty scene at the moment, though I can see patting Mikey's face in reassurance in case he pokes his head out of his shell, erh.

It would be a pretty cool episode I suppose, would donate my only kidney for it happen. /j★

[quilly72]

Meg woke up from her one night stand brushing her hair to the side as she slipped off the bed. She stumbled into the bathroom as she slowly woke up. Splashing some water across her face to speed up the process as she shot back.

"where the fuck did those come from"

She stared at her cleavage. Barely fitting in her already large loose bra. She heffted each cup in one hand weighing them. She twirled for the mirror. Her butt perkier and a bit more round. Her legs a tad but longer and slender. Her torso seemingly strectched.

"am I... Taller?"

Meg continued looking herself in the mirror as she filed through the cabinet below. Finding a take measure as she sprawled it out across the wall.*hic* she bounced in place as her bra strained against her. "Notthe time for this" she muttered as she held her breath trying to get rid of them.

She finished sprawling the measuring tape as she leaned against it marking her height on the wall.

5'3" " that's impossible I was 5'0" even like a month ago. I stopped growing like 7 years ago*hic*

She jumped again. Her legs wobbling under her as she strectched up. Her bra dug into her skin. Meg watched herself in the mirror. "Did her boobs just. Swell"

She heffted them again. They seems heavier almost larger rounder. Her ass did too. Her shoulders be f down as the straps increased their weight. Digging and turning her skin red as her boobs grew heavier.

She leaned against the tape again marking her height a second time. "5'5" that's not possible I shouldn't be*hic*

She shot up again. Her eyes watching as the 5'5" mark lowered in her vision. She dropped the tape measure as it swung and flipped around the room. Whacking the wall with it's whip. She launched back as it whipped towards her. Her body crashing into the cabinet behind her. She regained her balance as she felt another hiccup press up.

She held her breath as it built it's pressure in her. Her face turning red from it as she strained. Her arms clutched the counter top as she dug her feet into the ground. Her face wrinkling from the pressure. As her vision tunneled she gasped.

*HIC*

She shot up several inches. Her bra popped off as she noticed her panties grow thin. Her ass swelling behind her.

"this isn't possible this can't be happening" *hic*

Her panties snapped off of her as she lurched another couple inches up. Her naval pushing above the counter top as her legs wobbled upwards. Her knees shaking.*hic*

She spurted up again. Her head soaring up higher. "She touched her cleavage as it swelled even larger." How do i stop how is this even happening"

"it's speeding up" she held her breath as another one built up she stared in the mirror as it built up higher and higher.*HICC* she yelped as her face grew over the mirror. Her cleavage at the top of it. "It's not working I cant stop. I need help I need to get out of here. I don't even know how tall I am. She raced to the door as she hiccuped again.

Her head growing above the doorframe as she practically ripped the door off it's hinges. She turned to run through as her head hit the top of the frame. Bending forward as she struggled throughthe tin passage way. As she stood back up on the other side she hiccuped again. Her head bashing I to the ceiling. She rubbed her head as she grew wide eyed.

Her one night stand easily 2-3 ft taller. His shorts ripped off his body in to the bed. His legs sprawling over the edge of the bed. His erection sitting 2 ft long.

He groaned and sputtered as he masturbated in front of her.

"it burns I can't*hic"*stop. . He sprouted up another couple inches his head hitting the headboard bending it into the wall. His dick sprouting up another half a foot.

She stood mouth agape as he continued to pleasure himself. "Stop you need to stop we have bigger problems.*hic*

Meg fell to her knees as her neck bent at the ceiling. The discomfort becoming too much. She leaned forward as his legs grew out to either side of her with another hiccup. He slowed down and eventually stopped masturbating as she calmed him.

His dick thrashing and twitching on its own as he groaned. The bed creaking under his weight.

"we need to get out of *hic* here" she sprouted up larger her head looming I to the ceiling again. She opted to fall forward as her head tried to dentthe roof. Her arms falling onto the bed as it cracked under their weight. Her boobs swinging forward on to his legs as she leaned over his dick.

*hic* he surged again. His legs growing down to her knees from her knelt position. His dick surging closer to her face as they stared at each other. It still twitched as he strained. "I'm sorry I can't control it especially not with you like this in front of m."

*hic"

She had lost focus she hiccuped again as she sprouted larger. Her back hitting the ceiling. Her feet hitting the walk behind her. Her butt tickling the drywall behind her as well. Her head zoomed up to his. Her cleavage swinging forward covering his dick as it buried in her cleavage. Hestrained and groaned as she felt him twitch.

"don't not know"

*hic*

He instead opted for growing. His head bent at the wall. His eyes staring right into her cleave. His dick growing in her as he felt the tip of his head push up against her ribcage. He grabbed the carpet as he started to lose himself to passion. His eyes clasping shut as he strained.

His dick thrashed and twitched as she felt a bit of precum drill out. "Don't think about just calm down we will figure this*hic... Out" she whimpered.

Meg swelled forward. Her boobs pinning his pelvis down smashing and smooshing his dick. Her boobs twitching and swelling around it. Her head hit the wall her feet cracking and speeding through the broken bathroom wall. Her movement causing her boobs to swing and jiggle as she felt him losethe battle.

His cum shooting up inside her cleavage as he hiccuped again."sorry he muttered as he curled up under her to fit. Their bodies fighting for room I. The cramped space.

Meg shook and spasmed. "Something wrong something happenIng *HICC HICC HICC*

She shot out of the house. Her cleavage swelling over him as he was lost under her. She sprang up. Eventually standing up as the house credaroh her. She stepped outside ofthewre large eventually finding his body half her size barely breathing.*hic* she lurched up again. 'fucking last time I go to a one night stand" she muttered as she approached 75 ft tall.

[sonicasura]

Goliath Virus

Here we are folks with some Resident Evil stuff! This time it revolves around Leon being infected by a modified G Virus that I will call Goliath. I'll be going over both its creation and how it infects our protagonist. Let's get started.

Goliath is an evolved G Virus that unknowningly develop inside Leon Scout Kennedy after injuries inflicted by William Birkin. Unlike other viruses, this strain occurs naturally over a span of time. It lays undetected as the genetic structure is different enough from the G Virus to avoid destruction by vaccines.

Goliath remains dormant at the beginning of its life cycle. It feeds only on viruses, parasites and germs that are detrimental to the host. This strain is symbiotic in nature as it can't survive should Leon perish.

Goliath will continue until it's large enough to enter Stage 2. This is the stage where subtle mutations will occur inside the host. Effects include slow aging, slightly boosted healing factor, minor decrease of cell death in skin, and minor increase in muscle growth.

Goliath would remain in Stage 2 indefinitely for the rest of the host's life. Unless a pretty potent virus or parasite is introduced such as Las Plagas for example. This will cause Goliath to go into Stage 3 and where the true horror takes place.

It takes approximately 4 hours for the virus to enter this stage. Signs of Goliath entering Stage 3 are: heightened aggression, increased appetite, pituitary gland doubling in size and start producing growth related hormones. Only when the virus truly reaches this stage does mutation begin.

Some potential traits of Goliath mutations depend partly on the catalyst (virus/parasite) that triggers Stage 3. Las Plagas generates aspects related to insects or reptiles such as exoskeleton w/o wings, chitin carapace, segmented/jointed limbs, scales, etc. Average traits for Goliath are similar to its progenitor such as multiple eyes and increased growth.

Unlike the G Virus, hosts fully retain their identity albeit with slight feral behavior added in. The need to reproduce is still present within Goliath but it's watered down into a mostly harmless base instinct. Infection only occurs if the host choses to do so otherwise physical contact and bodily fluids are nonviable. Although offspring of a Goliath Virus have a chance at being carriers with varied levels in dormancy.

Should a host fail to take proper care of their body then Goliath will possess them and perform the task itself. The virus has no qualms when it comes to feeding as even rotting meat is on the menu. Whether it's dead or still moving doesn't matter. Further mutation are plausible through introduction of more potent viruses/parasites.

There is a Stage 4 to the Goliath that only activates should the host be under extreme distress. How fast the transition is depends solely on the cause with near death(mortally wounded) occurring within 30 seconds and fear/rage induced stress being 20 minutes. The transformation from Stage 4 is more extreme that the host's mentality degrades to near primality.

Regression can be undone with proper mental therapy although it's heavily advised that those close to the host be present. This is to prevent potential attacks as behavior in Stage 4 is similar to a wild Grizzly Bear. (One wrong move could trigger them.) Stage 4 is a temporarily evolution which will become permanent if overused.

G!Leon stands around 10'3 in height when his virus is at Stage 3. Half his body is covered in a dark blue carapace with a thin grey layer of hide that extends 6 inches outwards from underneath and knits into his flesh. It mainly covers his entire enlarged left arm, upper torso(includes shoulder blade), lower waist(down to the kneecaps), back.

A long spindly dark blue segmented tail comes from his lower back that ends with a two prong stinger. He has a total of 8 different sized eyes across his body that range in size from 2.3 cm to 10 inches in diameter. Three can be found on his left arm, two at his left upper chest, one in the left shoulder and last two hang across the tail.

Leon's left hand has been reduced to large dexterous finger like claws that extend from a 'stump' almost if the carapace eaten his palm. While his face seems untouched, the man's jaw can disconnect and widen grotesquely similarly to a snake. Leon has razor sharp long fangs that function similar to a pen, the points can retract to mimic normal human tooth.

He tends to crave sugar and meat very often. This has led to hunting or foraging to become part of Leon's routine as how much food he needs to consume daily has tripled. He can eat normal human food although the man might dump an entire box of sugar over it if you don't have a sugary condiment.

Due to his unforeseen mutation, Leon has developed a vagabond lifestyle after RE4. He spends his days trying to find a possible cure for the Goliath virus. This has often led to Leon breaking into Umbrella or other bio-research facilities.

He is hunted by people from all sides with their own reasons. Most obviously mean harm to Leon since he's a carrier for an unknown yet powerful virus strain. Whether it's for weaponization or destruction is a mixed bag.

Although he makes it very difficult for any allies to find him either. Leon rather not put the few people he cares about in grave danger. Especially since Goliath would coerce him even harder to stay by their side for his mental health.

Saying goodbye was already difficult enough.

[arvandus]

Finally working on cranking out my Diavolo x Barbatos x Reader fic. So here, have a fun lil' description of our demon prince on his birthday... <3

...now that you were here with him, you were overwhelmed by his size and beauty.  His tanned skin was flawless, his gold eyes sparkling like priceless gems that would make Mammon, the Avatar of Greed himself, jealous.  His smile was breathtaking, presenting two rows of perfectly white teeth.  And his hair was the color of autumn; soft to the eyes, and, you assumed, even softer to the touch.

And he was big.  Not just in height, but in stature, the thickness of his torso alone an indication of his innate strength.  His black and charcoal grey suit fit him to a T, and yet you couldn’t help but notice how the buttons across his chest strained ever so slightly. You wondered if the look was intentional; knowing how impeccably he dressed and how astute Barbatos’s attention to detail was, you were pretty sure it was.

But even physical attributes aside, you could feel the powerful thrum of magic that seemed to be woven through every inch of his body, rippling the air around him in an aura of power.  It was no surprise that he was the Prince of the Devildom; Diavolo was a force to be reckoned with in any capacity.

Which made his gentle, bubbly nature that much more captivating.  It was almost as if he did it out of necessity.  If he were any less friendly, if his smile faltered from his perfect lips in even the slightest, then the threat of his presence would increase dramatically, and you’d be much more afraid of your proximity to him than you were right now.

[wwillywonka]

when you're writing heaven on their minds, what version of willy is in your mind? is it depp wonka or wilder wonka? I know for sure it's not chalamet wonka. or maybe the musical ones? borle or snook?

hi anon! thanks so much for the question!<3

i try to emulate this in heaven on their minds by the very fact that i include bits and pieces from all versions of canon, but my willy is very much an amalgamation of every willy. and when i say every, i mean every, which is why i reward myself (with the self-awareness of its pomposity) with the Wonka Expert title - because i don't consider just one willy wonka to be The willy wonka; they're all him and he cannot exist without every piece of himself.

in terms of physical appearance, i've shared my art of him on here (and on my instagram @/corduroycyborg), and those drawings are about as close as i can get to portraying how he looks in my mind: tall but too thin for his height, mid-length thick curly chocolate-coloured (ha!) hair that he straightens within an inch of its life, deep set electric purple eyes that can increase or decrease in saturation depending on his mood, nose like a rabbit's, perfect teeth and painted nails and gold jewellery and always a thick layer of makeup to hide his insecurities. i also go back and forth a lot in my head about his race considering i myself am mixed asian and pretty much project everything about myself on him. but i like to keep it ambiguous to make him an accessible character for all readers, an intentional choice that plays into the themes in hotm of him feeling like he isn't a person without the media and his fans telling him who he is. hotm (my) willy is definitely more based on 2005 because that is my favorite version (and because i am hopelessly, unfortunately attracted to twink johnny depp for no reason) but also because i feel like that movie does the best job of externalising his inner self through his appearance. wilder wonka is classic, of course, but i've always thought, even as a kid, that he just looks too damn nice, is too charismatic. wilder wonka, while definitely mad (the boat scene>>>), is just a big ol' teddy bear. his hair looks so soft, and the way he picks up charlie and twirls him around is so 🥺🥺🥺. gene wilder himself said that he wanted his wonka to look trustworthy so that he could focus on making his personality unpredictable, which i appreciate and think works well in the 1971 movie - but willy is supposed to be antisocial and scary and off-putting. it makes him so much more interesting to me. the original book describes him as bright and colorful, yes, but also as someone charlie immediately wants to unpack, to study, to understand. and the way wilder wonka doesn't even wear gloves...!! that's a hugely essential part of willy's character and his adversity to the outside world, and it just isn't present in what is typically considered the "best" version.

in chapter 7, i describe willy lounging in a oscar wilde-esque fashion, with a floral robe and lipstick and a french bob. i know this is technically me stretching the femininity of depp wonka perhaps a little too far, but it's my own special charm i've built around the character in the past many years of him being my favorite character of all time. perhaps it's just me being really bisexual and projecting my particular type and relationship with gender onto him; i accept that and own it. i will forcibly feminize my blorbos all i want and that is my right. now, to address gareth snook wonka. tbh the worst wonka look besides the unspeakable tom and jerry movie. THAT BEING SAID, uk tour willy is probably my favorite portrayal of the character ever. he's unpredictable, he's scary, and his attractiveness and charms are so unexpected but make so much sense in the most surprising ways - snook wonka is cunty, i'll say it. mix his personality with depp and that's MY willy!!!

and yeah, definitely no chalamet wonka. i literally don't think about him at all while writing the character unless i'm considering how noodle fits into the story. and i've said this before but i don't care for borle wonka even though i know he's a fan favorite. sorry lol.

TLDR: 93% depp, 6% snook, 4% dahl, and 2% wilder. ("but that's 105%!" yes.)

((p.s. the artist who appears most on the big unpublished playlist i have for him is lana del rey. if that helps paint a picture🎀🍫🐇🍒).

[theradicalscrivener]

So how big did Felipe’s dick end up being seeing as you referred to it as a “huge hog”? And how did Caleb interact with it when they were having their fun (could he even reach it…)?

Felipe was very short starting out, and he had a modest piece. Not tiny, but definitely not huge by any means.

Felipe had only done 1 cock growth potion. Each subsequent growth was just additional effects from his prior dose reactiviating. So each time he took a potion, he gained (roughly) the same amount.

You know what they say... The difference between science and smut is writing it down. ...or something like that...

Felipe's starting stats:

Body: 5'4 (163cm)

Dick: 5" (13cm)

After the firs night, he gained a nice bonus of two inches which put his dick at 7" (18cm). A respectable piece to be sure.

Then fast forward to the camping trip where he briefly turned into a hyper hung macro titan. After he shrunk back down, not only did he have some added height, but his dick grew again!

Felipe's measurements:

Body: 5'7 (170cm)

Cock: 9" (23cm)

Thus begins the experimental phase. The first step in the experiment was to try the same thing again and compare the results. This meant taking another height potion to see what the results were. With both potions stacked, he grew twice as much as before.

Felipe's measurements

Body 6'1 (185cm)

Cock: 11" (28cm)

Realizing that his height spiked more than before, he decided to do an opposite potion to reverse the effects, but instead it only made his growth go down by one stage. (So it went +3" then +6" then back to +3")

Current measurements.

Body: 6'4 (193cm)

Hog: 13" (33cm)

Felipe decided to try and double dose the shrink element to see if it would make him shift two stages in the opposit direction. His theory was that this would make him go from +3" to -3". This did not work like that. His height stayed static. He wasn't sure if this meant that the potion was completely nullified by the double dosage or if it had still only counted as one dose.

Current stats:

Body: 6'4 (185cm)

Hog: 15" (38)

Second rule of research: When in doubt, do it again. He took ANOTHER double potency shrink potion. This resulted in him shrinking slightly.

Current size:

Body: 6'1 (185cm)

Hog: 17" (43cm)

At this point, he was relatively sure that doubling the amount of shrinking element in the potion did not actually change the effects. It was unclear whether this was a saturation issue or an absorption issue, but it seemed safe to assume that increasing the amount of the shrinking element would not change the effects, but of course, he may not add more, but he could add less. He tried again with half a dose

Body: 5'7 (170cm)

Third leg: 19" (48cm)

Felipe had been so focused on his height that he had forgotten to keep track of things below the belt, but now that his cock was longer than Caleb, he started to take note.

Truth be told, Caleb spotted the difference a while ago, but he chose to remain silent on the issue...

Still. The fact of the matter was that Felipe's cock now dangled to his shins and Caleb only came up to his knees. Caleb could have shared a spiderman kiss with Felipe's soft cock back when the behemoth was only 13 to 15 inches, but he chose to keep his mouth shut as long as possible to see how long it would take Felipe to notice.

It took A LOT of self-restraint to keep from blowing his cover (and his load) as Felipe's cock steadily grew and grew.

Upon realizing just how huge his hog had grown, Felipe immediately set to work crafting a cock shrink potion to counteract the effects of his previous growth, but Caleb managed to talk him into taking some time off from the R&D and focus instead on R&R. Felipe had been pulling so many late nights lately. He needed to rest a bit and clear his head (and empty his nuts).

That night, Caleb decided to show Felipe what he could do with a cock that size. Caleb licked and nuzzled the head of Felipe's fat cock - a head that was even larger than Caleb's own! Steadily, Felipe's fat cock swelled and grew until it stood straight up at attention. Felipe's spire loomed tall, his massive nuts filled the space between his spread legs. His sack the size of a beach ball. Caleb placed a leg on either thigh and straddled Felipe's colossal cojones.

Felipe's back arched and his body shuddered as he felt his little lover grinding against the sensitive underside of his towering cock. Caleb was so small and his dick so huge that the tip of his rigid rod was even taller than Caleb, and given that Caleb had to spread his legs to straddle Felipe's thighs, Caleb could only reach the lower ridge of Felipe's fat cock head. Caleb dug his face into into the soft flesh where the shaft met the head and lapped at the trickle of pre that dripped down Felipe's shaft.

Felipe was in heaven, but he wanted more. It was fun to have his dick played with, but he wanted to see Caleb while it happened!

Felip sat up and gripped at his own cock. He took a thick handful of foreskin in each hand and pulled back on the shaft. The enormous rod tilted steadily like a rocket being prepped for launch and then further still until Felipe was staring down the head of his own dick. The enormous shaft was so huge that the tip of it reached past his collar bone and poked at his chin. If he leaned in, he could actually kiss his own cock right on the lips!

Felipe, however, was more interested in what Caleb was up to. With Felipe's cock now securely grounded like a felled redwood, Caleb was free to straddle it like a roadhouse mechanical bull. With his legs spread wide, Caleb rocked his hips and rolled his body. His own (proportionally) impressive dock grinding against the puffed up ridge of Felipe's log-sized hog as he did so.

Caleb road Felipe's cock like Slim Pickens in the finale for Dr. Strangelove until Felipe could hold it back no longer. What followed was a similarly massive explosion, but unlike the old movie, it was just Felipe's mind and load that were blown.

Felipe laid there gasping for breath as he tried to comprehend how amazing that last climax had felt. It was so hot, and watching his tiny lover tackle a cock that was bigger than he was was both endearing and hot as hell!

Felipe decided he'd keep his new cock size... for now, at least. At least, that's what he told himself. The next time he mixed potions, he tried to mix a body growth and cock shrink agent to try and negate the current effects he was dealing with, but the results were not what he intended.

Current size:

Body: 5'1 (130cm)

Redwood: 21" (53cm)

Again, multidosing messed things up. He didn't slow the shrinkage of his body nor did he stop the growth of his cock.

He opted to do only a dick shrink potion to stabilize his hog.

Current size:

Body: 4'7 (140cm)

Redwood: 21" (53cm)

His cock was even bigger than before. It now nearly hung to his ankles. But at least it was stabilized. He could work with that. The trick now was to get the height figured out.