#Shrink potion

[karimationkat]

[13/78]

This entire thing is based on two things,

my self-indulgent silly au where blue accidentally makes a shrinking potion, but it accidentally spilled over purple and KO/MT is fathering tiny purple

and my backstory headcanon for purple: purple has no pics from their childhood because only navy had the photos and had taken them as he left. No memories, no photos, no evidence of purples childhood was one of the topic post ep 30 Ko/mt and purple once talked about and ko/mt decided help make new memories.

And green just likes to tease purple and asked ko/mt to share the photos

Also, Purple doesn't remember a thing from while they were tiny

[celiabbw]

I know it's been a bit, but Celia is back and this video is a bit different, so you should def check it out!

Celia is hosting a house party at her place and you’ve come in attendance. You decided to take a look around and found a very interesting vial, nothing you’ve ever seen before. You go to pick it up, but accidentally drop it, causing some of the liquid to drop on you which… begins to instantly shrink you down! You’re now standing at 8 inches tall in Celia’s bedroom when you start to hear some heavy foot steps come your way. You see Celia enter her room and try to get her attention so she can help you grow back to normal height. Hopefully the giantess doesn’t have any other idea in store…

🌟 https://linktr.ee/CeliaBBW 🌟

[starfall-sea]

hello kingsisle.... create a house that's decently sized and can actually be decorated or the saw trap goes off

[oddthesungod]

some sketches based on last night's session for the game I DM! 💖

[chuuyas-height]

The Cursed Batch (Wonka)

This is a writing for @gtgotcha4gaza

I'm sorry this took so long omg hopefully the donator will enjoy it-

This is a short story that revolves around the 2023 Wonka movie. This is a SFW work.

You can find this story on Wattpad and AO3

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If Noodle had to pick her most favorite place out of the entire world, that would be Willy's factory. Like most kids her age with a sweet tooth, she adored being surrounded by sweets, chocolate, and the soothing smell of fresh cocoa. Compared to the faceless candy shops in her area that presented their mass produced and imported goods as top quality, Willy's creations were on a whole other level. He used unique and rare ingredients, always achieving a new, unique and improved flavor. Whenever he felt inspired, he would create. 

It was one of those days when Noodle passed the gates of the brightly colored building in search of her friends. Walking through the long corridor, she pushed a door that read “Experimentation Room” which she recognized as their usual hangout spot. Inside, she found the familiar image of Willy mixing several odd liquids of different porosity and color in a small pot. Meanwhile, the shorter man was running around, searching on shelves and cupboards for the ingredients requested. His short legs made for a comedic sight but Noodle managed to contain her giggles. She was glad Willy and Lofty overcame their differences. It seemed the one thing they both adored made them unite: chocolate. 

The two men were so absorbed in their work it took them a good while to notice the girl that stood by the half closed door and timidly observed their whereabouts. 

“Noodle!” called out Willy, “What are you doing there, silly? Come on in already!” His cheerful demeanor coaxed her to approach the wooden table the taller man had been hunched over. 

“New recipe?” Willy hummed in agreement. The same moment, Lofty approached, holding a glass vial which contained a bright blue liquid with an almost gelatine look and texture. Her curiosity got the better of her. “What's that?” 

Willy grinned. “That, my dear Noodle, is a secret ingredient known to bring happiness to anyone who ingests it.” Soon after, the whole vial is poured into the mixture and Willy is mixing the contents of the pot until the liquids develop a soft, minty color. “You'll have the honor to try it first.” He announced, and if it was any other day she would've been overjoyed, but her mother's stern words still rang in her ears. 

“I'm sorry, but mom said we're having guests over tonight and I can't spoil my appetite. She'll know if I have even the tiniest piece…”

“Oh.” The cheerful guy seemed to falter ever so slightly after hearing her words. Lofty on the other hand perked up and looked at Willy with longing. 

“Don't look at me like that. You're not having any.” 

“Why not?” The frustration in his voice was evident. 

“Should've thought about this before emptying yesterday's batch, little guy.” he teased, expecting the smaller man's flaring temper in return which didn't disappoint the slightest. 

“First of all, I am NOT short. My height is quite respectable, and second of all, it was just so tasty I couldn't restrain myself.”

“Then your punishment is to watch me try it all by myself.” he stated before bringing a small piece of chocolate past his lips. He didn't expect so many flavors to burst in his mouth, his tongue not knowing which one to pick up first. A trace of vanilla, a hint of salted caramel and the bittersweet aftertaste of mint were the main tastes battling for dominion in that singular piece of chocolate and once the short lived delight was over, Willy felt obliged to have some more. The content humming that escaped his throat was the only evidence of how much he enjoyed it and the jealousy on Lofty's features was visible. 

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Although her visit ended quicker than she would've liked (as per her mother's orders), her time there was proven to be no less fun, despite the shorter duration. She also unwillingly noticed how Willy scarfed down the entire bar of chocolate by the time she had to leave. She was mostly amused by Lofty's refusal to speak to him for that exact reason and she had to keep herself from laughing lest she resurgened the shorter man's anger. Like always, Willy prepared a basket for Noodle to take home, filled with several chocolates and sweets, saying she should treat her guests as well. And like always, Noodle jumped in the man's arms for a hug. But something felt out of place. Willy had always been a tall guy, but Noodle could've sworn she used to come at least up to his chest. She shrugged it off, thinking it was merely her mind playing tricks on her and left, but not without giving Lofty a hug as well. 

The next day she was pleasantly surprised when her mother announced she was baking an apple pie and that she'd like her to deliver it to Willy, as a thank you for the treats he sent. So there she was, skipping through the busy streets of her town, pie in both arms and a big smile to conclude the merry image. Before she knew it, the all too familiar walls passed before her in a flash and she was about to traverse the production room which was supposed to be the final obstacle between her and her friends. 

It was supposed to be, but it wasn't. 

She didn’t expect to find her friends in such a predicament but there they were, Willy leaning against a wall while trying not to knock over any of the precious cauldrons with the sugary substance, mainly because he was nearing about 20 feet in height. And crazily enough, his body was still expanding. Lofty, who seemed even smaller when compared to Willy's current stature, was standing on his shoulder and trying to reassure him. Their previous bicker appeared to be the last thing to occupy his mind at the face of his friend's problem. 

Noodle couldn't hold the gasp that escaped her mouth nor stop her eyes from turning beady at the sight. The shock was so great her arms buckled and the pie was met with the cold floor. The man that was perfectly normal sized not even a day ago now towered over the entire room like a mountain. 

“Noodle? Is that you?” 

His voice betrayed his anguish and frustration as his body kept steadily enlarging bit by bit. His clothes thankfully remained intact but the fear in his eyes made her heart shatter. 

“Willy? W-What happened?” she asked reluctantly. 

“I don't know! It was so sudden it caught us by surprise as well…”

Instead of being the one surprising him, he ended up surprising her. The gears in her head turned hastily as the girl tried to connect the dots for her friend's sake, who was now drowning in despair. “Was it something you ate…?” she questioned. Willy appeared to be in thought for a moment but hastily shook his head. “No way. All I ate was chocolate.” 

Noodle wasn't surprised by his revelation but she still wondered how he could eat so many sweets yet never gain a single pound. Then, it was almost like a light bulb switched on inside her head. She turned to Willy with a questioning look. 

“What did you put in the chocolate?” 

Willy had to think for a second, but Lofty took the lead and started stating the ingredients one by one. After naming nearly twenty ingredients that Noodle had never heard of before, Willy seemed to perk up at the mention of one in particular. 

“...Liquid stardust, Unicorn's milk, Giant's size–”

“–Giant's size?!” Willy exclaimed wide-eyed. “I asked for a Giant's smile, not Giant's size!”

The room fell silent. 

For Willy, the situation felt hopeless. As for Noodle, she was incredibly disheartened by her friend's predicament and aimed to find a solution in her little mind. And then, it suddenly dawned on her. 

“If a chocolate made you grow, then another chocolate might make you shrink.”

Willy's head rose, his eyes lighting up at the prospect but the hope in them immediately dwindled upon remembering his still increasing size. At this point his top hat had nearly reached the ceiling and his expanding body could barely fit in the small corner he tried to fit into. 

“It's hopeless. I'm in no position to make chocolate in this size. I'm simply too big.” he mused, plunging into despondency with every inch he gained. 

Noodle and Lofty shared a glance, apparently having the same idea. Lofty cleared his throat, indicating he was about to speak to their giant friend. 

“Well, this was an error on my part and I am terribly sorry. I therefore am much obliged to create an antidote for your predicament with the help of the little lass over here.”

Noodle almost rolled her eyes at the last part, as it was unfitting for someone who barely reached 3 feet to call her “little”. She wanted to say something sassy to the shorter man but refrained as she noticed the way Willy's face regained some of its usual warm expression. 

“You'd do that for me?” he asked with a smile on his face. As for Lofty, he coughed and removed his gaze from the giant before him. “Of course, we are colleagues,” he said in a rush, “now if you don't mind I have urgent work to do!” 

Noodle and Lofty raced through the chaotic remains of the Experimentation Room, where Willy, now an oversized giant, sat in an awkward position, his head almost scraping the ceiling.

“We don’t have much time!” Noodle exclaimed, her eyes darting around the room. Willy groaned, his voice rumbling in the distance, “Please… hurry…”

Lofty scribbled down a quick recipe on a piece of paper he found lying around. “Our main ingredients are shrinking berries,” he muttered, “and something to stabilise the formula. Got it?”

Noodle nodded. “On it!” She sprinted to the factory’s greenhouse, returning moments later with a handful of tiny purple berries. Meanwhile, Lofty fired up a small pot of melted chocolate on a portable burner. 

“Start with the berries!” Lofty ordered, his hands moving fast. Noodle crushed them, their juice oozing a vibrant violet, and quickly mixed them into the sizzling chocolate. The room filled with the scent of sweetness and ripe berries.

“We need something to balance it!” Lofty said, grabbing a vial from a nearby counter. He poured in a few drops of an amber liquid, essence of balance, he called it and it was apparently a rare ingredient that would neutralise any extreme effects. The mixture hissed and swirled, turning a deep shade of indigo.

“Done!” Noodle exclaimed as Lofty quickly stirred the mixture, making sure it was smooth. They poured it into a small mold, cooling it with liquid nitrogen in seconds. At last, the chocolate was ready. Noodle climbed up onto one of Willy’s enormous hands and held out their creation. “Here, eat this!”

Willy, carefully trying not to drop the child in his palm, managed to grasp the tiny chocolate between two fingers and popped it into his mouth. At first, nothing happened. He’d plunge into another depressive episode if he hadn't eventually begun to shrink. His massive limbs receded, his body shifting to becoming more like his original size. In minutes, he was back to his usual lanky self, sitting in the middle of the dishevelled room.

The former giant sighed in relief, glad to be back to his normal size. “It worked!” he exclaimed, not believing his eyes. He feared he'd grow big enough to bust through the ceiling! Noodle, happy to see her friend back to his cheerful self, she jumped in his arms hugging him tightly. “I'm happy you're not a giant anymore, Willy. You got us worried back there.”

The man smiled fondly, wrapping his long arms around the girl in his grasp. “Thank you for helping me out.” his gaze shifted to meet Lofty's eyes as well. “You too.” he added. The shorter man merely nodded, acknowledging Willy's appreciation. After a moment of silence he opened his mouth to voice something but was interrupted by Willy, who somehow read his thoughts. “No, we're not making another batch of that cursed chocolate.” 

Lofty frowned but sealed his mouth nonetheless. 

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Ooh Shrink Ray hours!!

Shrink Matteo and break his tail? Like in wolf form? Feel like it would be really fragile if it were tiny.....

Shrink Ray

Author's Notes: I haven't 100% decided what Matteo's werewolf form looks like, but he isn't just a regular wolf, they just call that form 'the wolf' as shorthand, and to separate it from Matteo, because he isn't aware of anything that happens during the full moon to the point where it feels like something else has taken over his body for the night.

Lol this got longer than I planned, thank you for this prompt, it was so fun!

Content warnings: tiny whump, werewolf whump, tail whump, broken bones, 'it' as a pronoun (referring to the werewolf form), painful transformation, back injury, biting

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Dante and Matteo try everything to make Matteo's transformations easier on them both. Locked rooms and cages, shock collars and tranquilizers, you name it. Each one only provides a new way for Matteo to wake up hurt, sick, or traumatized.

Desperate, they turn to magic.

They find the shrinking spell in an old book at a used bookstore owned by a woman who they would believe survived the Salem witch trials. As they exit the store she gives the pair a knowing look that leaves them uneasy.

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Matteo takes the concoction just before the transformation begins. As promised, he shrinks down to the size of a figurine. The modest room becomes massive around him; he barely takes up space on the queen-sized bed.

Dante reaches out to him hesitantly. Matteo closes the gap and leans against his hand. He gives Dante a little thumbs up.

And then the transformation begins.

-

The wolf is no less wild or reckless. It might be cute if it wasn't such a danger to itself and everything around it.

Being small keeps it from destroying the house in favor of destroying the room. Luckily it's a spare room, neither Dante's nor Matteo's. But all of the belongings in it that they hoped would act as distractions prove to be obstacles.

Dante watches in horror as a box of Philip's old trophies and plaques suddenly comes crashing down on the werewolf.

He runs over and hurriedly unburies it. The wolf is unconscious, whimpering softly. Its fur hides the damage but Dante knows there must be terrible bruising underneath.

The final object to remove is a heavy glass award that landed right on the wolf's small tail. When Dante lifts it the poor creature's whines increase in pitch and its breathing quickens. The tail is bent at an odd angle and some of the fur is damp with blood.

"Shh...it's okay..." Dante pets it like a dog, but that only seems to agitate it further. It snarls but doesn't wake.

Unsure how long it will stay like this, Dante takes a moment to examine the broken tail.

Broken is an understatement. Crushed is more like it. The tail is limp in his hands. A shard of bone protrudes through skin on one side, the source of the blood. Dante is relieved that the creature is unconscious; he hates to imagine any version of Matteo suffering this.

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The wolf remains out all night. Occasionally it twitches, whimpers, or growls, but its injuries keep it subdued. Dante stays close until the elixir begins to wear off and the wolf grows back to full size. At that point he puts some distance between them.

Just before dawn the wolf wakes. It tries to stand, but then yowls in pain and drops back to the ground and whimpers some more. Dante watches the mangled tail twitch pitifully.

At least that will be gone when he turns back.

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Dante is only half wrong.

As the wolf begins its painful return transformation, the tail does start to retract. But rather than disappear entirely, it becomes the lower spine of the gradually forming human torso.

This is the closest Dante has ever been for the turn back. The closest he has come to understanding what Matteo's body goes through. No part of him is lost or gained - only violently altered and reshaped.

Howls turn to cries and Matteo's face is his own again, twisted with agony as he writhes on the ground. Dante forces himself to wait for those sharp claws to return to hands before reaching for him. Matteo recoils at first. His eyes open and dart around the room, panicked. But when he sees Dante recognition dawns and he allows himself to be touched.

Dante eases Matteo into a sitting position and holds him. Matteo leans heavily into him, trembling and panting. His bare skin is bruised and hot. He tucks his burning face against the cool skin of Dante's neck and sighs.

While Matteo recovers Dante strokes slowly up and down his back with one hand. When his fingers reach the base of his spine, Matteo shudders in his arms and groans. The skin there is tender and bears the worst of the bruising. The tail is gone, but it left its pain.

"My back," Matteo groans. He grips Dante's shirt tightly. "O-oh god, it hurts so bad Dante, what did I do?"

"I'll tell you later. It's past our bedtime."

"I don't...don't think I can make it to the bed..."

"You don't have to worry about that," Dante whispers as he lowers his head. He brushes his lips over Matteo's shoulder, telling himself he's finding a spot, not leaving a kiss. "Let me handle everything."

"Okay," Matteo replies softly.

As fangs puncture Matteo's skin he relaxes. He gives himself over completely to Dante's care as if even now he is a small thing in Dante's hands, trusting he won't break him.

[crtter]

I can’t stress how canon “Iyami teaches bugs to perform circus tricks” actually is:

[otherclawdeen]

[katkat030]

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[vorish-wonderland]

Azul has been seeming stressed recently. Floyd knows exactly how to help.

Includes: soft/safe vore, comfort vore(?), unwilling prey, stress :(

✮✶Octopus Pot✶✮

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Things have just been going wrong lately.

Absolutely nothing was going according to plan, and it has been stressing him out.

Azul sighed, and continued writing out his contracts.

Maybe he just needs a nice, warm cup of tea... maybe that will help.

"Floyd, could you make me a tea, please...?" He'd ask Jade, but Jade was out on one of his mountain hikes currently.

"Suuuuuuure thing, Azul~!"

"Sometimes I wish I had something to crawl inside of... why must my human form have bones...?" Azul sighed.

That gave Floyd a wonderful idea.

A little less than half an hour later, Floyd returned with Azul's tea.

"Why did it take so long?" Azul asked. "Oh never mind... thank you for making it."

"No problem!"

Floyd left Azul's office, snickering to himself.

A bit weird, but normal behavior for Floyd.

Something about the tea tasted... off.

But Azul didn't care enough about that, he was more focused on his contracts.

When Azul finished drinking his tea, something felt wrong. He didn't know what, but something was definitely just... wrong.

He felt drowsy, he found himself having a hard time keeping his eyes open...

What's... what's going on...?

Azul fell asleep on his desk.

If only he knew where he would be when he woke up...

Floyd was working on cleaning up the Lounge, preparing to close up, when he suddenly felt somebody start moving around.

"Ohhhhh! You're awake! Didja have a nice nap, Azul~?"

"FLOYD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Relaaaaax. I did this for you, y'know?" Floyd sat down for a moment, to have this conversation with Azul. "I heard you saying you wanted something to crawl inside of, like your octopus pot, right?" He paused for a moment. "Ta daaaaaa!! it's like your very own at-school octopus pot!"

"What are you talking about."

"It's tight, cozy, dark... I could even drink some water for ya, if you'd like!"

"I suppose you're right, but there's still so much to do! I have to finish organizing my contracts, and I have to meet with the people who've broken contract, and I have to sort out the menu for tomorrow, and I have to clean and lock up the Lounge, and I-"

"Got it aaaaaaaaaall done for ya!" Floyd assured Azul.

"...all of it?"

"Yep! I put your contracts in alphabetical order based on the person who signed them, I let people know the Lounge is closed tomorrow, I just finished cleaning up and was juuuuust about to lock up before you woke up."

"WHAT?! Why did you tell people that we're closed tomorrow?! We'll lost out on so much business!"

"What's more important to ya? Your mental health, or money?"

"Money."

"Ehe, shoulda expected that..." Floyd said to himself. "Aaaaaaanyways, you've clearly been really stressed all week, so I'm keeping you in there until you feel better!"

"Let me out, right now." Azul demanded.

"No." Floyd stood up again, and grabbed the keys from his back pocket. "You of all people should know you've got nothin' to worry about in there." Floyd exited the Lounge, locking the door behind him. "You just relax in there for a while, ok? I'm not letting you out until you do!"

"...fine."

[tourmalinecomet]

Looks like Dairo should have checked whether the clothes get resized as well with the shrinking potion. x3 Art by pyronicampt [Image ID: A digital sketch of a tiny chameleon-wolf furry surrounded by an empty potion bottle larger than her and clothes way too large for her. /endID]

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[sheikthegeek]

When you’re a sexy space scientist...looking for love while traveling in outer space...so you create a love potion to attract a cute alien...so you can shrink them and add them to your collection...

[shrimpmandan]

Is there a kink for like. I want to examine you under a microscope. That kinda vibe

I think that would be microphilia seeing as I would be Very Small and you could Crush Me Like An Ant

[pikminpediaart]

Potion of Plush is Full of Stuff

Doc stared at the potion in his hand. It was unlabelled. The contents were pink in hue with a few flecks of small, blue stars disappearing between the shimmering surface. Doc wasn't certain how solid those stars were, but he was amazed at the craftsmanship of the potion. "You certainly look drinkable. Probably taste like a pink raspberry lemonade?" Doc cocked his head to the side, trying to picture the flavors as vividly as he could. He felt his mouth begin to fill with saliva. "Huh. I must be hungry.” Doc continued to examine the potion. He knew he was supposed to take it to a client, but something about its design gave it such a tantalizing feel… and knowing this was one of Fluffmaster’s potions only made it even more desirable. “Well,” Doc said, patting his well-defined midriff, “I’ve got some room for weight again. I’m sure Sarge wouldn’t mind if I drank this one… he can always give the client another. I know he’s got a proclivity for making the fattening stuff!” Doc popped the cork and downed the potion immediately. Its taste was… odd. He couldn’t describe it outside of the taste of a dry mouth with a hint of strawberries. It was dissatisfying to say the least, but its effects were immediately prominent when he felt his waist begin to widen out. Slowly but surely it grew outward, pressing against the seams of his pants as it did. He felt heftier already, and it had only been ten seconds! “Probably one of his fastest weight gainers yet,” Doc smirked. Reaching a hand down, he felt the round belly of his and hefted it up. He thought it would stop soon, but when his belly started to spill out of his hands, he started to worry. “Well, shoot. Shoulda realized it sooner, but this DOES have Sarge’s name written all over it…” Trying his best not to panic, Doc tried to spare his pants by unbuttoning them to take them off, but he had already grown to the point where he could no longer reach underneath his ever-growing dunlap. He slapped a hand to his head. “Fast-acting AND large growing? Fluffmaster you certainly did it again…” Doc was about ready to go find a chair to sit on, hoping to let the changes finish… but he felt a strange… “offness” to him now. Much like the potion’s taste being hard to describe, Doc couldn’t describe the sensation he had around his body. He knew it was tingling, but there was something more…. Was he softening everywhere now? He could have sworn his snout was starting to bloat as well, poking his noise upward as it did. Midway through trying to find words to describe what he was experiencing, Doc felt a sudden shirk, as if someone had slammed down on the top of his head to topple him over. “Gah! WOAH! “ Doc lost his balance and fell on his rear… but he didn’t feel any pain from this. Huffing with frustration, Doc tried to get back to his feet, but he found he was unable to lift his own weight. His arms kept buckling whenever he applied weight to them. Had his belly really gotten THAT big? Squinting, Doc looked around for his glasses. He needed to figure out what was happening now. Reaching a hand down, he felt around for his glasses. Though he found them quickly, he found his hands could not pick them up. He couldn’t move his fingers like he wanted. His panic began to rise as he looked at his hands. He didn’t know if it was from his lack of glasses or from whatever this potion was doing, but he could swear his fingers were merging together into useless mitts.  “Wait, this isn’t the normal weight gain potion?!” he asked aloud. “What’s happening?!” Doc tried to call for Sarge’s help, but he felt the front of his mouth begin to merge. Like a zipper, or someone painlessly stitching his lips together, Doc found he could no longer speak… but even if he could open his mouth, he started to realize he wouldn’t be able to vocalize anything now. That dry taste he tasted before? He now knew what it was. Cottonmouth. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton at that point, but now it was more literal… He knew Sarge would be by in a moment and could fix this… but at the same time, he realized Sarge wasn’t the brightest person…. Hopefully, though, Sarge could put two and two together. Though when Sarge arrived, all he saw was a big, huggable plush on the ground. ~~~~~ Plush TF Commission for Furryfan1234! I absolutely loved doing this and may've gone a bit overboard on the shading, but it was a lot of fun! ~~~~~ Doc (C) Furryfan1234 Art/Sarge/Story (C) Me

[itgirldraco]

shrinking potion accident

[brokenmenswhore]

potions | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

summary: regulus invites his potions partner over to his family home to “help her practice”

warnings: DUBCON (MDNI 18+), choking, smut, rough sex

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When Regulus invited you into his home to use his in-house potions lab, you were suspicious. Regulus always had a darkness to him, and as your potions partner, he was never cruel to you, but he wasn’t the type to make such a kind gesture.

You accepted, knowing you could really use the extra practice. Regulus was talented at potions, and you felt bad that you were barely any help in class. As strange as it may be, you figured some extra time would benefit you, and Regulus could teach you and thing or two, if he felt kind enough to do so.

“Come on in,” he said, gesturing you through the door.

You smiled as you followed him through the house, the lighting almost as dark as his all-black outfit.

“I keep my potions stuff in here,” he said, pushing open the door to his bedroom.

“In your bedroom?”

“Mhm,” he responded, completely nonchalant about the fact you were in his personal space, while you felt it was a little strange. You didn’t know him too well, though you were attracted to him, and now you were only a few feet away from his bed.

He walked over to the table. “You coming?”

You swallowed and approached him, looking at the large collection of jars and ingredients spread out on the table.

“Should we maybe let your parents know I’m here? That there’s someone else in the house?”

Regulus chuckled. “The only other person here is my brother.”

“Sirius is here?”

Regulus shot you a look. You and Sirius had a weird past- you hooked up a few times at parties, you caught feelings and he didn’t, and you never spoke again. It was all ancient history, but you still tried to avoid being around him at all costs.

“Why does it matter?” Regulus asked.

“It doesn’t,” you spoke in a small voice, drifting your attention to the table, “so? What first?”

“Figured we could maybe just make sure you’re set on ingredients,” Regulus said. Everything he said was so dry, low, and monotone, and it sometimes made conversation hard.

“I think I’m comfortable with the ingredients side of things,” you told him.

“You’re not.”

You furrowed your brow and looked at him. “Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am!” you fought, “I know my own skill levels, Regulus.”

“I don’t think you do.”

He was so nonchalant about everything, reorganizing ingredients and setting up potion recipes as he spoke, as if anything he said didn’t matter.

You sighed and gave up fighting it, letting him take control and decide where to go from here. There was no point in going back and forth on the same thing over and over again.

“How about we just start with Shrinking Solution?” Regulus asked.

“Fine by me,” you answered.

Regulus backed away from the table, watching you do nothing. You looked back at him. Did he expect you to just do it?

“Well?” he said, “make the potion.”

You sighed. Sometimes he was so annoying and condescending. You looked at the unlabeled recipe and removed 7 red rose petals from a case of singular petals.

You began to drop them one-by-one in the boiling water. You looked at Regulus, who nodded at you to keep going. “How difficult,” you said sarcastically.

Remus folded his arms in front of his chest, watching you carefully.

You added five drops of essence of violet, stirring counterclockwise exactly twelve times.

“I don’t remember shrinking solution having essence of violet,” you told Regulus.

“Are you claiming my recipes are wrong?”

“No, I’m just saying.” You sighed and continued with the recipe, counting out 4 cloves and prepping canary flight feathers.

He didn’t say a word, just watching you make the potion, until you had completed the instructions.

“I also don’t remember it being pink,” you pouted, looking confused at the pot.

“I could have sworn this potion had daisy roots somewhere-“

“Would you relax?” Regulus questioned.

“Something just feels off about it,” you said, inspecting the liquid.

“Does it smell right?” he asked.

You leaned in and sniffed. The potion smelt like lavender, vanilla, freshly cut grass, and all your favorite smells.

The smell maintained throughout the smoke that you breathed in, overtaking your senses and filling your lungs. “Fuck that smells good,” you giggled.

Regulus crept behind you as silently as he could. When you stood up, he was directly behind you, your back almost banging into his torso.

You spun around to meet his gaze. “Can I help you with something?” you asked.

“I don’t know, can you?”

Your eyes locked for a moment, and you were suddenly overtaken with adoration.

“I think I probably can,” you said, all logic going out the window as the potion took over your emotions, your focus completely on Regulus.

“Atta girl,” he tsked, gripping your waist as he looked down at you. “How you feelin’, pretty girl?”

You were overcome with intense emotion, but you fought to remain grounded in reality. “You motherfucker,” you said, letting Regulus know that you were aware he had you make the wrong potion. This was not Shrinking Solution, this was Amortentia.

“No idea what you’re referring to,” he said.

“You know,” you started, twirling his already wavy hair in your fingers, “you could have just asked if you wanted me.”

“Now could I?” he asked, intrigued and eager to hear you continue talking.

“Mhm.”

“I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“Why?”

“You slept with my brother, did you not?”

Your eyes widened a bit. “And you know that how?”

“He’s my brother,” he said, holding you closer to him, his tone finally lifting to a bit lighter of a place, “and I’ve been keeping tabs on you.”

You giggled. “Have not.”

“I have been,” he admitted, “had to make sure you weren’t fucking anyone who didn’t deserve you.”

“I haven’t been fucking anyone,” you told him honestly.

“I know.”

“You wanna know why?”

His gaze darkened.

You sighed, “the only person I’ve wanted to fuck is standing right in front of me.”

Regulus growled, gripping your waist even harder and pulling you even closer. “Then what did I do all this work for? Getting you over here, the Amortentia, you’re telling me I worked for it for nothing?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, amused at how much thought and planning went into getting you here. You weren’t obvious about your attraction to him, but it couldn’t be that hard to notice.

“I feel drunk on you,” you admitted.

Regulus smiled. You had never ever seen him smile before. You didn’t even know he was capable.

“You’re so pretty when you smile,” you said genuinely, a hand moving upward so you could run a thumb over his cheek.

He couldn’t help himself anymore, he crashed his lips onto yours. Your hand found it’s way to the back of his head, holding him closer. You whimpered into the kiss, desperation overtaking your body. You couldn’t help it, the scent of the potion was still filling the room, and you were consumed in Regulus.

“I want you,” you said in between kisses, eager to finally get what you wanted.

Regulus didn’t break the kiss or loosen his grip on your waist, but instead inched you closer and closer to the bed. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you jumped up, attempting to land on the mattress, but Regulus caught you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He leaned over you, your back touching the mattress as you kept your legs around Regulus. He remained standing, the small of your back at the edge of the side of the bed.

Regulus finally broke the kiss, running his hands all over your body and inspecting every single inch of you. “I’m gonna make you scream so loud that Sirius will realize what he’s missing.”

You couldn’t help it, you started laughing. Your heightened emotions won, and the more you tried to stay quiet, the more hysterical your laugh became.

Regulus slapped your thigh. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“You.”

“Shut up,” Regulus demanded, kissing you to distract you from the hysterics in your brain. You melted back into him, forgetting why you were even laughing in the first place.

You were still having too much fun to let him win so easy, and you liked watching him work for it. “Make me.”

Regulus cocked his head to the side. “What did you just say?”

A giggle threatened to leave your lips. “I said make me.”

A hand suddenly squeezed around your throat, not completely cutting off your breath, but stopping your giggling.

Regulus flashed you a wicked smile. “That seemed to work, didn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” you squeaked out.

Regulus moved a hand in between your bodies, cupping your heat from on top of your underwear. You inhaled sharply, desperate for any sort of friction.

Regulus tucked his fingers into the band of your underwear, collecting your wetness with his middle finger as he traced it in between your folds. A sigh of pleasure escapes your lips, and Regulus watched your face intently.

You thought he was going to continue on like this, slowly working you up until you were ready for him, but Regulus had other ideas. Without warning, he shoved two long fingers inside of you, his palm resting on your clit and circling, as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

Your body responded, back arching off the bed, a hand still around your throat. You squirmed a bit, unable to stay still from the sensation.

Regulus watched your chest rise and fall as your back arched and fell, his cock hardening as he watched what he did to you.

He curled his fingers, hitting that gummy sweet spot within you, causing your walls to convulse around his fingers. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he cooed, “come for me.”

His words undid you, the coil of tension within you breaking as you came on his fingers, whines and whimpers constantly filling the room as you calmed down from your high. He pulled his fingers out of you, never breaking eye contact as he sucked your juices off of them.

Once his fingers were licked clean, he unwrapped your legs from his waist, removing his hand from your throat.

“Stay,” he commanded as he untied his pants, pushing them, along with his underwear, down enough to free his hard and swollen cock.

You let out an audible gasp at the size.

“What? Too much for you?”

“How-“ you didn’t even know what to say, “how is that gonna fit in me?”

“I think you’ll be fine, pretty girl.”

Regulus held his palm in front of your mouth. “Spit.”

You did as he said, and he used your spit to wet his cock, lining up his tip with your entrance.

“You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, Reg,” you replied.

Regulus almost showed you mercy when he heard the nickname, it just sounded so pretty coming from you, but he still didn’t. “Beg for it.”

You nodded your head no in protest.

A hand grabbed your face, pushing your lips out and positioning your head so that you had no choice but to look him in the eye. “Beg. For. It.”

“P-please, Regulus I n-“

Regulus slapped your cheek, hard. You gasped at the pain, almost stunned that he did such a thing.

“Use that pretty little nickname you called me.”

“Please, Reg, I need it, p-please-“

Regulus shoved his length into you, a moan of his name leaving your lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Regulus growled, setting a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. He tugged at the bottom of your dress. “Off.”

You did your best to pull your dress off without interrupting his pace, struggling for a minute but eventually succeeding. Regulus leaned in and bit at your bra strap, snapping it back onto your body. He kisses the top of your breasts, shoving your nipples out of the cups, his tongue immediately sucking on one of them.

“Fuck!” you cried out, the pleasure of his mouth on your breasts and his cock splitting you open, and the scent of the potion still filled your nose, almost feeling like too much.

“Louder,” he demanded, serious when he said he would make you scream so loud that Sirius could hear you.

“Fuck, Reg!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, his pace quickening as you did so.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He sucked a sweet spot on your neck, your head rolling to the side to give him even more access.

He was slamming into you, the bed squeaking as your body rocked back and forth. Your legs were weak as they fell off the side of the bed, but Regulus didn’t want the position to change. He grabbed both of your legs, positioning them over his shoulders and fucking into you even deeper.

You squeaked and whined, not even capable of any genuine moans anymore.

“You gonna come again, huh? All over my cock?” Regulus gasped out.

“Mhm.”

“Words, pretty girl.”

“Y- yes!” you squealed, your high hitting you again as you squeezed his cock, a groan leaving Regulus’s mouth as he fucked you while you came, pace never faltering as you attempted to come down from your high.

Regulus was still chasing his own, his lips enveloping yours in a heated kiss as he snapped his hips as fast as he could until he came inside of you, erratic breaths and sighs spilling into the kiss.

“Fuck,” he said, running his fingers through his hair that was sweat slicked and falling in front of his face.

“God, I needed that,” you said, attempting to catch your breath as Regulus laid down next to you.

Regulus didn’t respond, he just stared at the ceiling, calming himself down.

“Reg?” you asked.

“Mhm?”

“You didn’t bring me here just to fuck me and piss your brother off, right?” you asked.

Regulus turned to you. “Do you think that low of me?”

“No. I’m just curious,” you explained.

“No, I didn’t bring you here to piss my brother off,” he answered, “it’s just a massive, massive plus.” He rolled over the placed a kiss on your lips.