#deep muscle massage machine

[devotion-disorder]

be careful what you wish for...the village Killian's from is having a bit of a population crisis right now, and having a nice little human come by could be just what they need...

Oh noooo....I'm just a naive human lost in this big forest with no one waiting for me...would be a shame if some beautiful elves whisked me away and brainwashed me into thinking I'm their pet/breeding machine and only need their "love and devotion". That would be terrible /silly

- 🩵

wdym the beautiful elf men do not, in fact, have my best interests in mind and were planning something nefarious from the start </3 I was just gonna write down some quick thoughts but it kinda got out of hand LOL

Content warning for: implied drugging (hypnotics, aphrodisiacs), dubcon/ noncon touching (nothing explicit though), manipulation, slight obsessive/ yandere themes, general elven condescension?

Imagine that you’ve accidentally wandered too deep into the forest and lost your way, your shoes hardly holding up in the rough terrain, and the last remaining rays of the setting sun are snuffed out by the overgrown foliage…

To make things worse, you walk right into some sort of trap - a stumbling step is all it takes to activate the runic trip switch, and a suffocating cloud of purple gas is the last thing you remember before things fade to dark…

How clumsy of you! Good thing Priest Killian happened to be on his evening walks when he spotted your pitiful form twitching and writhing in the hunting trap he’d set up; carefully he scooped you up and went his way back to the village. Only the most observant would be able to discern that the Priests’ unmoving smile seemed a bit wider than usual.

It was a trap the elves set up for hunting animals, he’d explained. The poison was almost enough to be fatal, had he not been there in time to save you. It’ll also take a bit for all the toxins to be out of your system. No worries though, because Killian offers to take care of you in his quarters until you’re up on your feet again. 

You don’t even remember if you’d managed to give a response, what with lead-heavy limbs and relentless migraine pulsing in your head. Luckily, Killian treated you with utmost care. 3 meals a day (along with the antidote treatment) brought to your bed (well, his bed), and spoon-fed to you because you were too weak to even sit up. He massaged your stiff muscles and brushed your hair. He ran warm baths and washed you – and even then he never opened his eyes – so at least there was some comfort in that.

Under Killian’s care you gradually regain your strength, save for the occasional dizzy spell and fatigue. But he saved your life after all! Feeling indebted to him, you offer to stay longer in the village to help around. While Killian’s expression is ever-unreadable, you can’t help but sense a bit of…amusement from him upon your suggestion. Regardless, he agrees – so long as you agree not to wander too far outside the village, because it’s very dangerous out there, he said.

And of course, he maintained a watchful eye over you, shadowing your tottering form as you went around introducing yourself to the other villagers. How cute.

You worked whatever odd jobs the elves had for you. which isn’t much at all. Mostly just menial tasks, or perhaps relaying messages. Things that they could’ve easily done themselves with their magic, but it’s fun watching an over-enthusiastic little human do it instead, so eager to please. You would say they are…endeared, perhaps. Or maybe they’re just looking out for you, what with your unfinished recovery. Anyhow, the elves are charmed by the newfound presence in the village.

Killian gifts you a new set of clothes, made by the local tailor (you don’t remember visiting a tailor for measurements at any point though, strange). To help you feel more at home, he said. It's pretty, a delicate garment that flutters cool against your skin in the warm summer heat, with an unmistakably elven style of elegance. It is a little short but, well, elves are known for being tall so maybe they're not used to human proportions? The white silk is a bit sheer in places, and you tried to ignore how it clung to the contours of your body when you sweat…

You hadn’t expected elves to be so openly affectionate. Being a long-living race known for their high culture and intelligence, it made for the perception that they were maybe a bit prudish, engrossed in their endless pursuit of finer things to care about lowly desires. But you suppose the elves are as curious of you as you are of them. You got to know some of them quite well, and soon it was routine for them to envelop you in their embrace. They pet your hair and nuzzle into your neck (Killian said something about how common skinship is in elven culture), at times slipping their digits beneath your clothes…sometimes you don't really remember, because the medicine still made you a bit sluggish. But it's ok! Their affectionate nature is a surprise but one you welcome. You think. 

During all of which, your treatment continued. Just a little longer, Killian promised. The side-effects seem to show no sign of waning, if not worsening at times. Sometimes you struggle to recall what has happened and what has not. The elves didn’t seem to mind, gladly cradling your tired body when you are overcome with sudden bounds of weakness. You poor little thing, they cooed, one hand combing through your hair to distract you from their other that wandered along your body.

Some days the medicine leaves you feeling more flushed than usual, and a strange feeling you can’t quite place invades your senses; a deep, frustrating kind of yearning that throbbed in your core. You assume it's the side-effects of advanced elf sorcery/ enchantment in your antidote treatment. It’s a tad embarrassing, but you can’t really do anything about it when the elves (if not the Priest himself) check in on you so frequently. 

Your only reprieve comes when Killian slots himself snug against your smaller form at bedtime. Were you always this close? You’re not sure if you recall, trying desperately to suppress the suggestive thoughts flooding your brain. His cool hands trail over your body, and it feels way too good against your overheating skin, so good that you can’t even think about resisting as his lips come crashing on top of yours, when he slips his arm underneath your waist to push you closer, closer against him.

Stumbling out of Killian’s quarters in the dead of night, confused, and your vision blurred by hot tears, all you can think about is getting away from him, from this godforsaken place. The other elves stepped out of their houses from the commotion. It was as if something in the air shifted. Their friendly, curious pretenses have dropped completely, leaving a ravenous hunger and unyielding need in their place. The way they leer at your body, the disheveled elven outfit failing to provide much cover, makes your hair stand on their ends. The elves close in on you, their concerned voices laced with something unmistakably sinister. You’re trapped.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your stupor.

“Now, now, I’m sure we’re all very excited about our little one here, but everyone will have their turn sooner or later.” Killian explains. He leans close to your ear, whispering in a volume only audible to you. “Look at you getting everyone so riled up already. Aren’t you such a needy little pet?” You’re paralyzed in fear, but his husky voice in your ears is still setting your nerves alight. 

“I’ll give you two choices. Either you let me 'take care of you' back at home,” his arms snaked around your body again, lithe fingers fanning across your thighs. “Or we’ll give everyone a show, and maybe let them get...a preemptive taste, as well. What’ll it be?”

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: How the Kengan Men would fall asleep with you

Ohma Tokita

• Takes A LOT of convincing to get him to go to bed on time because he usually naps during the day and whenever he feels like it

• But he caves in because you just look so cute in a t-shirt and underwear

• Sleeps in boxer briefs, maybe pajama pants if it's a cooler night. Always shirtless, but you're not complaining

• Hates to admit it, but he loves being spooned. Having your arms wrapped around his waist and your chest pressed into his back just hits the spot.

• Cradle him in your chest and play with his hair, the dude will be knocked out instantly

• Teasing a sleepy Ohma is the best because he has no power over you now. Baby talk it is

• "You sleepy baby?" "Mmgn" "That's okay, go to sleep" "Mmhm" "Good boy"

• Twitches in his sleep, be warned

• He wakes you up because he makes noises sometimes due to his nightmares.

• Give him a peck on the cheek, he'll shut up real fast.

• Is your personal space heater, his body is usually very warm when he's resting (Apart from when he's fighting...and doing something else)

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Boy is he happy, would never miss out on a chance to snuggle up to you.

• He has matching pajamas, you gotta snort at him everytime he whips them out

• Other than that, usually wears a t-shirt and pajama pants

• Socks stay ON

• Handsy, rests his hands on your butt to warm them up. You squeal everytime he grabs it and all he can do is give a shit-eating grin

• Usually takes him a while to actually fall asleep, so he'll just stay up on his phone or talking to you. While you are actually trying to fall asleep

• Falling asleep on his chest boosts his ego a little. Feels extra manly, yknow?

• Likes to hear the sound of your soft breaths, thinks it's utterly adorable.

• Finally falls asleep after taking in every detail of your sleeping face

Raian Kure

• "Sleep is for the weak"

• You have to coax him into bed with neck kisses galore and praise. Man is a sucker for praise

• Metal Band T-shirt and trunks are his usual attire. Loves it when you wear his shirts to sleep, too

• Is the big spoon

• His big vieny arms wrapped around you as you softly massage them. That's basically heaven to him.

• Tucks you into his side if he's not spooning, cranes his head to rest on yours.

• Commands you to go to sleep before he does.

• He feels extra vulnerable with you in his arms and wants to make sure you are alright.

• Anyone walks in while you and him are trying to sleep, consider them good as dead.

• Without waking you up, he'll gently pull you in to kiss the top of your head before he falls into a deep slumber.

• Good luck trying to wake him up.

Gaolang Wongsawat

• Is usually the one telling you to go to bed.

• Drags you away from whatever you're doing despite your whines and protests.

• Wears a nice silk robe when he's finishing up nightly duties before taking it off. Then it's a tanktop and some baggy pants.

• Strips the tanktop off if it gets too hot.

• Some nights he falls right asleep, others he stays up reading until he can.

• Before he even thinks about closing his eyes, he whispers an 'I love you' and kisses either your forehead, cheek, or lips.

• Sleeps on his back

• It's basically muscle memory if you snuggle into his side, his arm immediately wraps around you.

• Soft snores, not loud enough to wake you, but just enough to giggle at.

• Bed head in the morning is a sight to behold, especially if the person with the bed head is the Thai God of War

Yoroizuka Saw Paing

• SLEEP! HELL YEAAAHHHH

• You have to tell him to calm down because he won't be able to sleep if he's too excited for his next fight

• You've gotten used to him sleeping naked at this point, sometimes he'll just sleep in his usual shorts, or if you're luck, boxers

• He's tried to convince you from time to time to sleep naked, and sometimes it's worked... but you're usually the clothed one.

• a HEAT MACHINE I TELL YA. Sometimes it gets too much and you just throw off the blanket you share altogether.

• Snores sometimes, have a pair of earplugs on the nightstand just incase.

• As soon as you think he won't go to sleep, he does

• Looks like a dork while doing so

• He usually ends up halfway off of the bed in the weirdest pose ever.

Kanoh Agito

• Takes sleep very seriously

• Has a whole nighttime routine actually, he's incorporated you into it as well, consider yourself honored.

• Wears a satin button-up and boxers

• Smells amazing when he climbs into bed because he showers right before.

• The bed quite literally sinks because of his size and weight, so you obviously know which side is yours and which side is his.

• Needs you to talk to him in order for him to go to sleep. He used to stay wide awake until his body did a manual shut off. But then you came, and it's like music to his ears to hear you talk in a sweet, sleepy voice. Which soothes him right to sleep

• Asks you to hum some songs to ease his nerves.

• Yeah, he's a huge teddy bear.

• Didn't know what a goodnight kiss was until you did it. It's apart of his routine now to get a goodnight kiss, even though he didn't ask for one.

• Depending on the mood he's in, a goodnight kiss can be a peck on the forehead, or a passionate kiss on the lips. You can gauge between the 2.

• If he ends up on top of you in the morning, do not attempt to push him off. It will NOT work

Wakatsuki Takeshi

• He's a middle aged man, sleep is like vacation to him at this point.

• Won't drag you to bed with him, but makes it a good point to give you a reason to.

• "Come on sweetheart, I know you're tired"

• T-shirt and pajama pants for his usual attire. He looks damn good in them too.

• HUGE Cuddlebug. Literally, he's 6'4 (193 cm) and weighs 3x then what he should because of his sheer muscle density.

• Tell him if he's crushing you when he's resting ontop, he usually makes sure he doesn't though.

• When he looks up at you while resting his head in the middle of your chest makes your stomach do backflips. The best puppy dog eyes you've ever seen in your life.

• Seeing his usually furrowed and hardened gaze soften makes your heart sinnngggggg

• Softly running your nails over his back, scratching his muscles ever-so-slightly just makes his body untense. He's like puddy in your arms

• You could never worry about monsters under the bed when you've got him.

• Both of you fall asleep in unison. No questions asked

[atinystaypixie]

Work Bully!Katsuki

18+, MDNI!!, Not Proofread!

Work Bully!Katsuki makes your day a living hell. Taking the parking spot you were heading to, making you ten minutes late trying to find another one. If he sees you rushing towards the elevator he makes sure to press the close button leaving you to wait for the next elevator. Anything you put in the refrigerator will go missing. He either takes it himself, offers it to someone else, or throws it away just to spite you.

Work Bully!Katsuki who the bosses love and praise. He’s running close as the top employee, but so are you which makes his blood boil. He hates how the bosses can’t just assign him to tasks alone, always wanting their two best to get everything done together.

Work Bully!Katsuki who takes your pens and files when you aren’t looking. You are left to wonder where you left them. Retracing your steps all the way back to the floor you just left. Checking desks, floors, and rooms you just left.

Work Bully!Katsuki that followed you to that room and locked the door. The floor was empty, you both left alone working overtime that night. The man’s cock harder than steel from setting your pretty figure in your skirt all day. Your body enticing him to run his hands over it and bend you over the nearest surface.

Work Bully!Katsuki who ignores your agitation with him as you lecture him about the continuous nuance he is being towards you. Walking up to you and trapping your body against the table in the room before speaking, “I fucking hate you”.

Work Bully!Katsuki who has you gripping his hair as he eats you out on the table. Your thighs squeezing around his head as you moan out in pleasure. His tongue working a number on you, making a mess of your cunt. Between his wet muscle licking every part it can reach and your juices flowing out, your inner thighs and his face are covered.

Work Bully!Katsuki who rips open your shirt exposing your breast to him. Your buttons landing all over the room as he pushes you toward the large copy machine in the room. Pulling down your bra, he gropes the flesh in his hands lowering your top half to the machine. Grabbing  your skirt and tugging it out of his way to relieve the ache in his cock.

Work Bully!Katsuki who turns on the copy machine as he’s thrusting his cock into your spongy walls. Your cunt massages his girth so well that he’s grunting and moaning at every stroke. He’s pushing as deep as he can go, balls hitting your pussy, thighs to thighs, and the sound of skin slapping rings throughout the room with your combined moans.

Work Bully!Katsuki who lets you cum on his dick as he tweaks your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls out of you and makes you drop to your knees facing him. Taking his heavy cock in his hand and stroking it to the visual of your fucked out face.

Work Bully!Katsuki that releases his load on your face as if he is painting a pretty picture. Getting your cheeks and lips covered in him. He leans down and kisses your cum covered lips, pushing his tongue in your mouth. Swirling his cum with your saliva makes you both groan.

Work Bully!Katsuki who throws a wet wipe to you before turning to say, “fucking hate you.” The last thing you hear before he exits the room leaving you to finish getting dressed by yourself.

Work Bully!Katsuki who is smirking to himself as he holds the multiple copies of your pretty breast. Thankful that the copy machine did such a great job capturing his new jerk off material till he finds time to fuck you again.

✨️

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

Another lil thought of mine🥰

ENJOY!

Pixie's Masterlist

[mockerycrow]

Can I request just some comfort Fluff with soap? Maybe him just being at home with the reader and finally being about to fully relax

— love your writing 🤍

MINE, OH MINE (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist — 808 words

a/n: I had actually gotten two of this request, so 🐤 anon, this is for you, too!!! i apologize for my slowness lol this is also short </3

[WARNINGS: None, domestic fluff!]

Johnny has always loved the mornings after he arrives home to you. Of course, he loves that first near rib breaking hug you give each other—he loves the slow and thankful unsteady kiss you share at the front door with his duffel bag at your feet. Johnny loves the way you run your fingers through his messy mohawk during the sweet kiss, the way you lean and melt into him so naturally.

He loves the way you tremble; like you can’t believe he’s with you and he isn’t looking at you through a facetime call. Johnny adores the way you basically refuse to leave his side the rest of the night, barely giving him enough space for him to use the restroom by himself. He doesn’t mind though, because he knows he’s the exact same way. You are clingy the first two days whilst he is clingy all the way up until he has to leave again; neither of you mind.

Johnny loves the way you wear his clothes while he’s away, the way he sees more of his own laundry than yours in the laundry basket by the washing machine down the hall in the laundry room. Johnny loves the way it’s clear when he steps into the bedroom to put his bag away, you hog his side of the bed. He appreciates your insistence on helping him take a bath, his pajamas already in your arms. You know how to massage the knots out of his shoulders and back, you know the exact pattern on how to stroke his hair and tickle his neck to make him incredibly still. Johnny loves the way you’re concerned about his eyes when washing your hair, cupping right about his forehead to prevent any possible droplets of soap to drip down into his tear ducts. Johnny loves that you care enough to squeeze his hair at his hairline to keep it from dripping down his face.

Johnny loves the way you allow him to rub your back once he’s out of the bath and properly dressed; you’re sitting on the bed with the Scot sitting behind you, his legs crossed as his big and rough hands press against the tense muscles of your back through your his shirt. He loves the way you sigh with your lips closed from being content, the way you instinctually lean back into his touch, the way his thumbs press into your shoulder muscles and rub them in circles to relieve the tension that has most certainly built up, deep in your bones and tissue. He loves the way you tilt your head when he peppers soft kisses to your shoulder, leading up to your neck.

What Johnny loves the most, though, is waking up next to you after these nights together, after returning from deployment and missions. He loves waking up with his nose buried into your shoulder with an arm wrapped around you, the other under his own head for comfort. Johnny loves waking up with his head buried in your chest, or maybe your head is buried in his. He loves waking up to see you still sleeping, your lips parted ever so slightly in your sleep, your face devoid of stress and anxiety. If you snore, the man very much treasures every noise coming from you; it’s a sign of life, and he would fall asleep to the sound of it every night if he could.

Johnny likes to run his fingers against your brow ridge and then down your temple to your jaw, his fingertips sliding against your pulse for a moment, just feel your heart go ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum. Sometimes on a rare occasion, you’ll wake before him; which is how he found out you watch him sleep. Of course Johnny isn’t upset when his eyes flutter open and the first thing they do is lock onto yours. He finds out you wait for him to wake up like he waits for you, admiring his face, his chin scar, his hair. You look at him like there’s nothing else in the world and that makes his chest so tight and gooey.

He likes it when you mumble “I can’t understand you” in the mornings, the grogginess thickening his accent. Johnny likes your little smile when his voice rumbles in the morning, the sound penetrating deep into your chest and staying there. Johnny likes it when you kiss him in the morning, despite the fact that his morning breath has always been worse than yours. He likes it when you cup the back of his head in these morning kisses—all he can think about is you, you, you. Johnny likes it when you insist on staying in bed for a bit longer, despite your alarm for work having already gone and past.

Yeah, Johnny loves coming home to you, alright.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Overbaked

I’m playing around with the format on these a little bit. This story has two endings, one of which is here and the other of which can be found here: FML: Underbaked

Consider this the more corruptive ending.

I’ll say up front that this one is on me. My boyfriend and I had been going steady for a while now. He was cute and smart, but after a few years he just wasn’t the kind of guy I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Things had just gotten… bland. We hardly ever went on dates, spent most weekends apart doing our own hobbies, and sex was a bit like going through the motions. I wanted a change. So, I ordered one. A new “white noise” machine. But it did a bit more than that. You just adjusted the settings and in a few nights it could grow, shrink, age, add hair, add muscle. I think I even saw a setting for a gender flip. It cost a pretty penny but I figured it would be worth it. I ran it for a while with no settings, just so he would get used to it. But, when I had a business trip that was going to take me out of town for the weekend, I figured it was a perfect time to see what it could do.

Before I left I opened the hidden panel and decided to start pretty simple. I would just program it to make him bigger. More buff, more masculine, maybe a bit more dominant. Could be a nice change to get taken care of when I got back. I dialed in the knobs, said my goodbyes, and flew off for the weekend. Meanwhile, back at home, my sweet boyfriend dozed and grew, none the wiser to his changes. And there were some changes. By the time I flew in Sunday night, a whole new man was there to greet me.

“Hey babe, you miss me?” In just a few days he had ballooned in size. His biceps were thick, easily picking me up into an embrace. His pecs were strong and juicy as I held onto them while gazing in his eyes. His kiss was strong and assertive, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh cut sandalwood. And his cock was girthy, as I felt it slowly swell and press up against me. I gave in as he pushed me down to the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. My pants were on the floor in a moment as I laid back in just my jockstrap, ready to receive him.

He pulled me down to the end of the bed, and slowly massaged my puckering hole. I don’t know if the machine somehow taught him how to handle me but as he worked is fingers inside it was so easy to relax and let him stretch me out. He replaced his fingers. I felt his cock, firm and throbbing, as it slid into me. I squeezed as I adjusted to his new size. I felt so full, but it just kept sliding in. As he began to hit my prostate a surprising moan escaped my lips.

“That’s right babe, open up for me.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. His beard was soft, his lips pillowy. I felt every motion of his body, every little adjustment sent a throbbing through my body. “You’re so cute like this. You ready for daddy’s cock?”

I could only let out an anticipatory whimper as he slowly began thrusting. With one hand he caressed my torso, the other he held my shoulders in place. I was anchored down as he picked up steam. Soon both hands were on my shoulders as he put his weight behind the thrusts. I tried to tell him to slow down, but something about how assertive and confident he was kept the words from my lips. And then it hardly mattered, as he found my prostate and my mind dissolved. He was destroying my ass as all I could do was try not to drool all over myself. All thought was consumed by pleasure as his balls slapped heavy against my ass.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Your ass is so tight. Fuck it feels amazing.”

“Huuuhnuh…ahhh…uhhhhhh…fuck…meeeeee”

I could feel it coming. I tried to ride the waves of ecstasy but he was not letting up. Suddenly he inhaled sharply.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” he cried. He made no signs of slowing down.

“Cum…cum in-me.” I was about to burst.

He let out a deep growl as with a final thrust he plunged into me and the floodgates opened. At the same time I saw stream after stream hit his chest. We came at the same time. Panting he ran his finger down his chest and popped a thick glob in his mouth

“Yeah, you even taste delicious.”

This time I pulled him to me, kissing his beautiful face as he slowly pulled himself out of me with a wet pop.

And that should have been it. It should have stayed that way. It was supposed to be amazing. But, somehow, life always gets complicated.

It started with work. Maybe it was a side effect. With how he carried himself, he couldn’t help but turn heads when he entered a room. He would talk about how well respected he was, how all of a sudden people gave a shit when he said something. I guess it came with the territory. But that respect turned into a promotion, and that promotion had him working later and later hours. Plus, with his new body, he had to maintain it. He spent at least two hours at the gym, lifting and running and stretching. He would come home smelling musky, and I would basically be waiting in the bedroom to suck on his sweaty cock. Those nights were some of the best. But then he made friends, gym bros to hang out with, and he would get home well into the night, too tired to do much but watch TV before passing out. Then, my work project turned south at the end of the year. Our client was furious and I had to fly out almost every other weekend to some meeting to plead for time or try to get the project back on track. It felt like we just kept missing each other.

“I know it’s been hard to manage time but can we please have this weekend,” he begged one Thursday night, “I miss you. I miss us.”

I sighed, “I can’t. We just have to make it to the spring when we launch and it should be good. But until then I have to keep up with these clients.”

“I know, I know but can’t they send someone else?” He came in close and began to stroke my hair, “I need my good little boy here.”

I flushed and turned away, “You know I’ve been working for years to close this project out. I can’t just leave it when we are this close to the finish line.”

He looked hurt, “So instead you’re just leaving me behind?”

I snapped my head back to his, “You’re one to talk. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. One promotion and suddenly you want to lecture me on my career? Plus all the time you spend with your gym buds. Enjoying the sauna together?” The moment I said it I knew I crossed the line

“…I’m going to bed.” He slammed the bedroom door behind him.

“BABE! No, that’s not what I meant. Please-” I jiggled the locked handle. No response. Dejected, I turned towards the couch, collecting what throw pillows and little blankets I could.

I tossed and turned all night, yet when I woke up he had already slipped out without a word. I wandered back to the bedroom and tried to find solace in the shower. Warm water ran down my back as mulled over the prior evening. When did things get so tough? It felt like just yesterday we were just some freshly graduated kids, now we hardly saw our friends or each other, just crunched all day at the office. Things back then were so… simple. That’s it! I shut off the water and quickly dried off. In the bedroom sat the machine. We had kept using it just for the white noise. Worked like a charm, who knew? It may have been what caused all this, but maybe it held a solution. There was the knob I was looking for: simple. I took it and cranked it up. I needed change and I really needed it quick. Two nights would perfect. If it was anything like last time, by the time I am back Sunday night this could all be solved. I threw a bag together for my trip and went off to the airport. Today I would give him space, and by tomorrow I had a hunch the problem would practically solve itself…

I woke up the next day, groggy from the flight and meetings yesterday. I was not looking forward to another full day today. Just then, my phone buzzed next to me. A text came through from my boyfriend:

got a long day ahead babe. miss u 😘

He looked so… care free. There wasn’t a bag under his eyes. And he never just texted to say he missed me. He never seemed to have time. Seeing him with his arm frown back and that stupid little smirk got me going more than I expected it to. I texted back:

I miss you too. I hope you aren’t too bogged down with meetings today. Love ❤️

He responded: no meeting’s, boss had a safety talk last week. just work

Safety talk? Whatever, I’m sure he would be fine. Probably one of those cyber security talks from the 2000’s. Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it too long. Had to get ready for this team meeting.

The weekend was a blur. Meeting, crunch, eat repeat for two days straight. I hardly had time for myself, much less checking in on my boyfriend’s progress. But he seemed to be coming along nicely, and I could surmise a bit. His stressful job in engineering had been replaced with construction site manager, then just a regular blue-collar worker. His texts had become more casual, and when I talked with him for a few minutes Sunday morning he was kicking back with some friends having a beer. He even took a nap Sunday afternoon, speeding him along maybe a little further than I would have liked. He sent me this text when he woke up as I was on my way to the airport:

Mmm, I miss u, gonna need ass when ur back

The next text was just a picture of his rigid cock. I chuckled a bit. I definitely had gone a bit too far but we could adjust that later.

I miss you too babe. You should probably get up. I’ll be home in a few hours and you can have me then 😉

Little did I know.

I hopped out of my cab and began working through airport security. I made it to my gate with plenty of time to spare. While I had made it to the gate, the plane, evidently had not. Winds and snow out of the northwest had delayed it. It was supposed to be an hour delay. But as one became two, the storm system had moved south.

Passengers of flight AM267, we regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed. With the current storm system, we are not projecting to be able to leave till tomorrow at 8:47am. On behalf-

I tuned out as my mind began to race. Tomorrow? That would throw off my whole work week! And the product launch would have to be delayed even further if I’m not there…

I began crunching the numbers on how far back this would set us as I hopped on a shuttle to the nearest hotel. With the sudden influx, it took a few hours before I was checked into my economy room next to the elevator. I had made the necessary calls to my team letting them know about the situation and… oh shit. I didn’t even call my boyfriend! He’s probably still waiting up for me. Quickly I fired off a text letting him know what was up. The day had been exhausting, I wouldn’t be up for much tonight anyways. I didn’t even change out of my jeans as I passed out on my bed.

The next morning the storm had passed, so it was back to the airport to catch my flight. We were luckier than most, I figured it would take them at last 2 days to be fully back on schedule. Still, everything had been thrown out of sync with the delay. It was almost 2:30 by the time I was sliding my key into the front door. I walked upstairs to throw my luggage in the bedroom when I stopped outside the door. Inside, I could hear a faint crackle, like the fray of a radio. Just the sound gave me a headache, and I felt an itch in my teeth. And then it clicked, and my stomach dropped. I threw open the door and immediately turned off the machine that had been running all day. A faint breathing was behind me. I turned and my eyes went wide.

There he was, still laid back on the bed, hat on his head, wide awake. The thousand yard stare said it all. He had been listening all night and all day.

I tried to shake him awake to no avail. He was lost in whatever fog had dulled his brain.

“Need… ass… need fuck…” he mumbled. Drool started to drip out his mouth.

I turned back the machine and pried off the back panel. I began urgently analyzing switches and knobs, trying to determine which would reverse the changes. Even just a way to turn the damn thing off. It just kept buzzing and buzzing and buzzing… I felt a tight grip around my waist.

“Come babe, you want cock?”

My boyfriend had come out of his stupor, but not much. His cross-eyed stare had set itself on my body. His paws were rested firmly on my hips as he drug me closer to him.

“Let me go, I need to figure this out”

“No,” he slurred, “I need you.” He leaned in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted salty and sour. His beard was far more unkept and rough. He smelled virile this close, musky and horny. “You like simple,” he said. No, not said. Commanded. All that daddy energy he brought before was somehow put behind those words, and for a moment I felt submissive to him. And he only needed that moment. “Come.” He lifted his arm and stared into my eyes. A wave of stench rolled down and hit my senses with a crash.

His gaze, the smell, and the buzzing in my ears. It was all too much as I was drawn towards his pit. I resisted for a moment, giving a hesitant whiff under his gaze. He made no movement. He didn’t have to. I was soon buried in his pit as I huffed his stupefying scent. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t right, that I was supposed to be fighting back. But a different whisper entered my mind:

Didn’t I want this? Wasn’t this my choice? Who was it that wanted it to all be so simple?

He pulled me out for a moment to slip my shirt off before I dove back in. At this point I was practically drooling, and I began cleaning him with my tongue. He stroked my chest and back, squeezing my pecs. They felt soft beneath his firm grasp. He soon switched me to the other side and muttered to me:

“Good boy. So horny.”

I was. I was so horny. The more I licked the more my crotch throbbed. My cock was rigid at attention as he pulled me out of his pits.

He’s so hot. Need him. Need cock.

No, no my brain tried to scream, but it sounded distant. A thick fog was between me and my thoughts. Maybe it should stay that way…

My boyfriend stood up and I fell to the floor. Slowly, he began pulling off his jeans.

I instinctively turned over to receive his cock. My ass was already slick, wet in expectation. Even having sex was so simple. As he pressed his cock against my hole it slid in like a key in a lock. It just felt right. And as he gripped my shoulders and began to fuck me, each thrust felt like a thought was popped in my head. He growled a deep, primal growl as the last thoughts I ever had washed away in the waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My brain felt like the static from the machine. The only thing I had left was instinct. And instinct was telling me to ride the man behind me.

“Fu-uck- m-me- up- da-ah-ddy”

He only grunted as he increased the pace. It felt like hours as the ebbs and flows of our libidos managed to keep us both on edge, so close but never finishing. Till finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I could only manage a moan as I came all over the bedsheets.

“Fuck that’s so hot.” he said, and with one final thrust filled my guts with his dumb cum. Hehe. Cum. As he slid out I couldn’t handle any more. I passed out face down ass up on the bed.

The next morning I was horny again. And then by lunch. And then by bed time. Days blended together as we fucked, ate, worked out, and slept together. The machine next to our bed never got turned off. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do with it? Eh, it was too complex. Best to leave it alone as I had my brain fucked out for the third time today. I don’t know how we got by. We never moved out of our house. We always got food with no problems. Anyone who came by would just do whatever we asked. The few times anyone came inside they quickly learned that it was a lot easier to simply give in. If they resisted, babe would simply take them back to the bedroom until they changed their minds. They would come out all smiles, agreeable to whatever we needed. It was as simple as that.

[imsilay]

APPETENCE

hey, idk how i managed to finish A WORK but here we are. MDNI. please :>

“C’mon liebling, you can do one more f’me” he mumbled softly as his fingers caressed your spine softly, running up and down within the length of it. “Didn’t you missed me?” his voice thick and low with arousal. You whined and squirmed on his lap with the feeling of his cum oozing out of your abused and puffy lips. He had been going for an hour and he looked like he had no intention of stopping any soon. His big palms covered the small of your back and massaged the sore muscles, earning a grunt from you.

“Do you ever get tired?” you whined and buried your head into his cloth covered neck. His mask was covering his expressions but you could just feel him pout at your words. “No, liebling.” he mumbled, squeezing your sides softly. “And here i was thinking i’m the old one.” you could hear the faint disappointment hidden in his voice. You felt like someone ripped open your ribs and punched you in the heart. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him. Oh and he made sure to use that.

That manipulative bastard. You hated him for knowing you so well.

“Just one more.” your muttered and god he was like a child who got permission to eat candy. The candy being you, he grabbed you by your middle and lifted you up until he could line up his thick cock to your entrance. You dug your nails onto his shoulders aa he slowly sunk deep inside you, his tip kissing the sweetest spot inside your pulsing walls. “So fucking good.” he breathed, head trown back to headboard. You could see his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as you sat still on his cock. Neither of you made an attempt to move, he relished the feeling of your walls engulfing his cock to the brim and you tried to adjust the fullness. You could feel the sweat sliding on your back as you got more and more hot. König wasn’t any different from you, his bare torso and neck glistened with sweat, his chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

He was used to all kinds of tortures but none of them were as hard as being away from you. Not being able to feel any part of you or hear your sweet voice drove him mad. He was barking orders and slaughtering enemies, taking all of his anger out off the poor recruits and unlucky enemies that dared to stand on his way. Yet being the killing machine he was, he never dared to hurt you. Even with his words he was always on the thin ice. Thinking thousands of times before saying a word to you and restraining his hands in his pockets around you so he wouldn’t be all over you. Sometimes the urge to manhandle you around almost would get the best of him and he would fold his arms around his chest firmly, the voices in his heads screaming at him to grab your wrists and pin them to your back. Then he could bend you over that couch and pound into you like his sick mind wanted. But no, the day his hands landed on you, he swore that he’d cut them.

Handling you was such a delicate job, and he was as careful as a gardener with their favorite flower. His fingers grazed the soft skin of your sides as he brought them up, up to your cheeks. His calloused and lengthy fingers wiped the tears even you haven’t noticed yet. You shivered although you were burning inside. Leaning into his palm you fisted the hem of his mask, wanting nothing more than ripping it off and kissing him like the whole night you wanted. But you knew better, he had a rule.

The mask stays on. Which unfortunately meant no kiss for you.

“Easy.” he whispered softly, other hand that wasn’t holding your face pushed you into his chest. Your cunt clenched around his hard shaft. Your arousal dripped and soaked his balls. You squirmed when your sensitive nipples brushed against his chest. You could feel his muscular chest and toned abs right against your bare skin. The skin to skin contact calmed you down but it didn’t helped the way his thick cock spread you open. “Calm your adorable little butt down liebling. If you keep squirming i won’t be able to wait.” he breathed, biting down on his lip and pressing your body still against his with two big arms. “Then don’t.” you moaned, snapping the thin ropes that kept him together. His arms hold you still as he started to drag his cock in and out of you.

He started off slowly, finding a pace that made you nuzzle his neck and breath him in. And he kept picking up the pace as your moans hot louder and louder until you were screaming and the bed was making creaking noises. He cursed under his breath then bit his tongue to not moan like the whore he was. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a quick maneuver you were facing the ceiling and his big palms were grabbing your ankles. He looked godly as he kissed each ankle before throwing your legs over his shoulders and making you squeak with his tip kissing your cervix. Your feet dangled over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist and lifted you slightly off the bed until the angle was just right and he was reaching the deepest part of you with the each thrust.

You grabbed the sheets for dear life as he fucked you nice, fast and properly. Soon your walls pulsed and clenched around him, forcing him to cum inside you and milking every last drop of his cum. He replaced you carefully on the bed slowly pulling out off you and watching as his cum dripped out of your cunt. He wished his phone was near to film it. After a while of adoring the view he slumped on top of you like a weighted blanked. Very heavyweighted blanked. He pushed his mask above his lips and lazily sucked hickeys around your neckline. He was imagining to do it since you were bouncing on top of him at the beginning of the night. “Mein, mein, mein.” he whispered, hoping that you wouldn’t hear or understand but you heard and understood. Like every other nights. You were used to being claimed by him. You were his, at the end.

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[tofu83]

Offset your own debt

Martin Fisher lost a lot of money on a gambling machine and was caught and locked up in a small room. The Boss said he could leave after his friend paid off his debt. But he knew no one would help him and he must escape while he couls to avoid execution. It was strange that the back door of this room was unlocked, so he quickly slipped out.

Behind the door was a long corridor full of screens. After he took a few steps, all the screens lit up, and they were all spirals that kept turning.He felt dizzy and at the same time, a soft voice came from the loudspeaker:

"You lose everything, including your clothes, take off your clothes!" He subconsciously followed the order and stripped himself naked.

"You also lose your old identity, you are nothing." He nodded in understanding.

"Whatever the Boss gives you, you accept unconditionally. Now put on the rubber shorts. You will wear them forever. It marks your new identity: the Boss's slave." A mechanical arm handed over a pair of rubber shorts, and Martin put them on. A little tight, but it feels exactly right.

"You are too thin to be a qualified slave. Drink the Boss's latest protein drink, and then start your process." He drank the drink handed to him by another robotic arm. It was very thick and tasted salty. It also had a fishy smell and was not tasty, but he liked the nutritional supplements given to him very much.

"Now lift the barbell, lunge forward, and follow the instructions." Martin started moving and working out.

His skinny body should not have been able to bear such a rigorous exercise, but under deep hypnosis, he far exceeded his limit. And because the Boss's special drink not only prevented his body from getting injured, it also allowed him to rapidly evolve due to high-intensity exercise. His shoulders and back were getting wider, his limbs were getting thicker, his chest muscles were getting bigger, and his abdominal muscles were getting more obvious. When he reached the end of the alley, he had changed from a nerd to a jock.

The robot arm took the barbell away, and Mark came to a door. "Your transformation is almost complete, now comes the final test."

He stood still. After a series of changes in his body caused by exercise and supplements, he could no longer think and could only accept instructions.

"Who are you?" the voice asked.

"The Boss's slave," he shouted back.

"What is your name?"He couldn't answer. His head had undergone a violent transformation and he had completely lost his memory.

"Your name is M13."

"My name is M13."

"As the owner's property, M13 has offset Martin Fisher's debt. Martin Fisher is allowed to leave, and M13 will stay forever."

"M13 will stay forever."

"Very good, your transformation is 100% complete and you are allowed to open the door and enter."

The Boss was half lying on the bed, enjoying the massage from two slaves while watching his newest slave walk in. M13's toned body was full of sweat and glistened under the light, which made the boss very satisfied.

M13 knelt down in front of the Boss, lowered his head and asked, "How may I serve you, master?"

[yunoclips]

could you do a sub!johnny and/or sub!yuta hc? I’m so happy I found your blog, your writing is so amazing and i’m happy others discovered your talent too!!💖

Thank you <33 you all are so kind ❤️😭

I'll do sub!yuta for this and make a separate post for Johnny.

Sub!Yuta HC's

Likes it raw , rough and nasty.

Very adventurous with it.

If you ride him , ride him fast. Don't give him a chance to breathe. He wants you to choke him out and ride him until he passes out.

Slap his face and spit in his mouth.

Fuck him with long , hard deep strokes. He wants to be fucked so good that his body is numb. Fuck him so hard that the back of his thighs hurt from the friction.

He wants to cry from pleasure, in his mind pleasure isn't really pleasure if there is no pain.

Fuck him from behind and tug his hair really hard. Just grab a fist full and flush his body against yours.

Whisper filthy things in his ear. "Look at you , crying like a filthy whore over being fucked. I bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this" or "Crying like a girl over dick. Pathetic" He loves that stuff.

Likes to be watched , sometimes he begs you to fuck him so he can be loud. He wants people to hear him falling apart.

Manhandle him. Toss him around the bed , twist his body in uncomfortable positions. It excites him.

Likes to be feminized.

Cum in him. If you're using a strap, use an ejaculating one. He likes when it drips out of his hole and runs down his thighs while you fuck him.

When he's topping you , slap him around and pull his hair if he's not listening. He likes when you remind him of his place. Not going fast enough ? Nothing a tap to the face won't fix.

Likes when you cuff his hands while hitting it from the back. The burn of the cuffs against his skin is just the right amount of pain.

"Look at you rutting into me like a dog, how shameful. Don't even know how to fuck right. Is that brain of yours working ?"

Force him onto his knees and spread your legs wide in front of his face. Masturbate right in front of his face while he leaves his tongue out like a desperate dog. Tell him that if he touches himself he won't be able to cum for the night.

When he's giving you head , close your thighs on his head and keep it like that till he taps on your thigh. When he picks his head up gasping for air with arousal coated all over his face , just laugh at him.

Whip him with a paddle and coo at him while you massage the redness. "Too much , I thought you wanted this?"

When he's too well fucked to speak , he'll start merging his sentences in Korean and Japanese. "Look at you , fucked so stupid that you can't even speak right."

Into wax play. Loves the heat of wax dripping down his abs while his cock rests hard and full on his abdomen.

Loves when you slap his cock while it's hard.

When the two of you make out it's hot and nasty. Teeth on teeth , swapping spit. It's more like you are trying to suck all the breath out of him through his mouth rather than kissing.

Attach a vibrator to the head of his cock and cuff him. Watch as he turns inside out and wrestles with himself all over the bed.

When he masturbates he likes to use those fuck machines. He turns it on to the highest setting and uses it until he passes out from the pleasure.

Likes cock cages.

Likes to be bruised and marked.

Fuck his throat until he loses his voice. Drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Hair stuck to his face , eyes rolled back.

His safe word is cherry. But sometimes his mouth is stuffed with cock so he can't really speak. He'll just tap your thigh 3 times instead.

The aftercare consists of a lot of sweet words and reassurance. Make sure he knows everything you said wasn't real. You love him so much.

He needs you to carry him around for a while. His lower body is almost always numb after everything and it's really painful when he tries to stand.

Needs a warm bath with bath salts that relieve muscle aches.

Likes to eat light things like sushi and soups.

He needs a minute before you start to touch him again , he needs to make sure he's grounded and sometimes when you touch him he falls back into headspace.

Tell him you love him lots.

[silverskye13]

"You're bleeding."

It's an obvious statement, one Tanguish feels a little foolish for. Of course Helsknight is bleeding. He just won his match. It's amazing how strong these Colosseum fighters are, how much damage they can do to each other, especially when they're matched up well. And Helsknight is the Champion of Hels -- if for no other reason than the popularity with the crowd, every one of his matches is a good match. It has to be. Anything less and it's not the Champion, is it?

Helsknight looks dazed. It's a familiar look. After a particularly rough fight. It's like the knight can't believe the fight has stopped. It takes a few minutes for his heart to stop sprinting. So he goes through the gate, dragging his sword up to the nearby wall and plants himself on the bench, and he stares into the middle distance, breathing, bleeding, waiting. It's a familiar look. Today he's spattered up to the elbow in blood, and it runs between the links of his chain mail in thin calligraphy lines. It gathers in the bends in his pauldrons, makes more stark the dent in his chest plate. If it's not cleaned and polished off in the next few hours, it'll settle in those places and poison them with rust, and the next time Helsknight fights, he'll be more vulnerable. Blood is such an insidious thing sometimes, the way it weakens when it flows.

Tanguish moves to the knight, a bowl of water in one hand, a healing kit in the other. He takes the knight apart like he's a machine, slipping delicate fingers across the gauntleted hand, undoing straps and buckles to show the bruised knuckles beneath the armor. Metal and leather can only do so much. Bodies break surprisingly well, when they're testing their limits. Helsknight sighs as Tanguish massages his hand, searching for broken bones. The knight is almost feverishly hot to his frost-laden touch, and Tanguish watches the swollen skin start to pale as the cold soothes it.

"You don't have to do that," Helsknight says, his voice a thin and distant rasp, still lost somewhere in the adrenaline crash. "Just... give me a minute to rest."

"I am," Tanguish answers him gently and keeps working, unclasping the buckles on the chest plate and pulling it free. He lays it gently on the ground, and takes pride in how Helsknight breathes easier. The knight rests, eyes fluttering half-closed and sighing as Tanguish works. Cold hands trace over blooded armor and fevered skin, setting right the wrongs. He dabs at cuts, eliciting hisses of pain that he immediately soothes. He puts ice to bruises, and water to sweat and blood, and Helsknight revives, slowly. His breathing lengthens and deepens. The flushed skin cools. The muscles relax.

"How did the fight go?" Tanguish asks when Helsknight's eyes flutter open again.

"I won."

"You can say it better than that."

Helsknight smirks, his vitality slowly returning. He sniffs and runs a tongue across his teeth, making room for the words where there once was blood. Tanguish doesn't know how the knight stands the taste, but then again, Helsknight has been in a great many fights. Maybe blood loses its flavor after so long.

"You watched the fight."

"And so did they," Tanguish looks up to the ceiling, where the cheering of the crowd still sometimes surges and roars. "But none of us can tell the story the way you can."

"Blood is memory without language."

"See, that's what I mean."

"Weaving bard's tales already?" someone asks, another fighter sitting on another bench, cleaning a bloodied sword. "You haven't even rested yet."

"He's resting now," Tanguish says, running the damp cloth over a gash in Helsknight's arm. That one will need stitches, or a health potion. Helsknight's hand shakes when Tanguish cleans it, and there's color in the cut that means its too deep, gruesomeness he doesn't want to put names to, for fear it'll make him sick. Helsknight spares the wound a glance before pointedly fixing his gaze away from it. It always strikes Tanguish as funny, that the knight can't look at his own wounds. He can inflict them, he can tend them in others, he can ignore them, but admitting he's wounded is a mountain he struggles to climb.

Helsknight closes his eyes again, but the eyelids keep moving, like a man dreaming or searching for words.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"When they opened the cage."

Helsknight nods. He sits in silence for a long moment. In a few days, when all wounds are healed and all aches soothed, Helsknight will write in a little book he keeps under his pillow:

Blood is memory without language The wounded creature screams And though the sand drinks life away We lay linked by crimson streams

Brothers you and I, creature Kin on parched and bitter sand Though mine is spilt for glory Yours is spilt by crowd's command

What place is this, what hell endured That brings us to this yield But happenstance and hubris And hungry crowd's bone field

What beast are you to me, creature What creature I to you You are a footnote in a story And I the death of you

Again repeat what we both know Whilst life, for now, entwine That we are linked in blood my love Shared memory divine

[snoozingredpanda]

Day 16: Fuck Machine [NOX ; FEM READER]

The sound of the machine whirring back and forth fills your senses as the dildo is shoved back and forth into the air. Nox watches it, testing it to see if it was working well.

You sit on the edge of the bed, naked with two orgasms already under your belt. The sight of the machine made your mouth water, even more when Nox lubes it up, giving it a small handjob.

Her eyes flicker to meet yours as she turns it off, nodding to the area of bed where she wanted you to lay. You nod softly and crawl over, settling yourself on your back with your legs spread.

She dribbles lube all over your pretty cunt; she had a thing for seeing your pussy all wet and slippery, especially when she could walk back and just observe.

Lining the tip of the dildo and your hole, she gives you a small smile, before turning it on.

It starts out slow, just the tip of the dick moving in and out. It still sent shivers down your spine, soft moans leaving your lips.

“F—fuck, Nox,” you whisper, as she sits down on a stool nearby, watching your cunt take the cock. The remote control in her hand gave you hope she’d be nice today and let it fuck you senselessly.

You try your best to show her you’re a good girl, keeping your legs spread wide and hands off your tits which you so desperately wanted to touch. You were showing her you didn’t need to be tied up, that you were obedient and a perfect slut.

You swear gently as she slowly ups the speed and depth of the dildo, most of it being eaten by your greedy pussy. A delicious ‘sclack!’ sound echos around the room, your juices and the lube making such wet, pornographic sounds.

“Mm— fuck, baby,” you whimper, raising your hips slightly to get a better angle. It felt fucking fantastic, reaching so deep inside you, brushing your special spot with each movement.

Nox watches with perverted heterochromic eyes. Her tongue swipes across her lips, her callous hand gently turning the controller menacingly.

She was fully clothed, sleeves of her shirt rolled up to reveal her muscled forearms which you found so unnecessarily attractive. In fact, all of her was so brilliantly attractive, from her hands to her cunt which you so desperately craved.

Admiring her, you snap out your fantasy as she turns the fuck machine up to its near-max, the dildo being thrusted in and out at a brutal pace.

Your walls clamped down on the silicon, back arching, presenting your pebbled nipples to her gaze, moans uncontrollably leaking from your lips.

“N—Nox! C—cumming!” You cry out as you cum, the bubble in your belly popping violently as pleasure drowns you in a tsunami of bliss.

She smirks, watching you like a hawk as a milky ring formed at the base of the dildo. She takes out her phone and takes a few photos of you, and a video showcasing your beautiful moans and the soft bulge that the dick makes in your belly.

Overstimulated, you whimper and whine, but she doesn’t stop it. She won’t until she’s satisfied.

And so she makes you take the cock until your fourth orgasm — sixth of the night — washes over you. It’s painful, your aching limbs unable to move on their own, muscles twitching from the pleasure.

The fuck machine slows to a stop, and Nox moves it away from you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Good girl.”

Then she leaves the room, but you know she’ll be back. And soon she is, holding a wet warm cloth, a bottle of water and a bag of mini cookies.

She wipes you down, tenderly massaging your swollen cunt as she cleans the cum and lube away, as you sip on your drink and munch away.

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing her cheek when she gets close enough.

She replies in dutch, a phrase you’d come to adore, “Ik hou meer van je dan van de aarde zelf.”

Content, you snuggle into her, letting her take care of you like you deserve.

[octuscle]

hey man, just saw your story about the guy getting long hair and a bit of muscle. wont lie, thats the absolute dream, Im also already starting to lose my hair at 22 and would love to have longer hair again. I'm also way too into growth curses right now. Maybe I should take a trip to the hair dresser, think he could give me an embarrassing cursed mullet that just keeps making me get bigger and smellier until im a freaky bodybuilder?

"Strengthens the hair roots, strengthens your body". What a stupid slogan. And the design of the cheap-looking bottle was probably created by an intern who was fired immediately afterwards. What's more, the hair tonic smells like the locker room of a high school football team. That's the only good thing about the stuff. You massage it into your thinning hair. And feel reminded of times long gone. Shit, it was hot jerking off with the other boys. You get a hard-on… Somehow you were expecting a miracle with your hair. But nothing happens. Well, if you already stink of the sweat of pubescent boys, you might as well go training.

Yes, the training was better than usual. More weight on the barbells. More repetitions. But you're also sweating a lot more than usual. And when you change your clothes after training, you can see your armpits. Shit! What a bush! The smell of musk is breathtaking. On the way to the shower, you change your mind. You put your clothes back on from training and put on a sweat jacket. And you go to the pub on the corner. There's a boxing match on TV. Quite a few of the guests look like they've been boxing themselves. It smells of beer, tobacco, sweat and frying fat. You stroke your hair. It feels fuller than usual…

When you wake up in your student digs the next morning, something is different. Posters of 80s bodybuilders on the walls. Pull-up bar on the wall. Sandbag from the ceiling. You take a deep breath from your armpit. And reach for the dumbbells. Fuck, you're a machine. Eat, work out, eat, work out, eat, sleep… Sometimes showering. Sometimes washing your hair.

"Strengthens the hair roots, strengthens the body". A shitty slogan . But it's your first sponsor. And the product suits you.

[tword-brainrot]

Hot Rock Hijinks!

Switch!Wilson 🖊️

Switch!House 🏡

Word count: ~2450

House is attempting to be sweet for Wilson by giving him a romantic evening followed by a massage but, his sweetness is cut short by Wilson’s sensitivity

“Stop squirming!”

House exclaimed, attempting to win husband of the year via massage.

He had the yellow lightning dimmed with scented candles burning on the table and a slow jazz record playing.

He had even made Wilson dinner that night; a pasta primavera.

Truly, he had outdone himself.

“Ihihihi cahahan’t!!”

Wilson was in a pile of tiny giggles, unable to cope with the sensation on his back and shoulders.

“I swear to god, Wilson. There’s no way in hell this tickles that badly.”

House replied, lightening his touch.

This, however, had the opposite effect that House was going for as Wilson erupted into tittering.

“Ihihihit does!! Thahahat’s ahahactually wohohorse!!”

Wilson squeaked, scrunching his shoulders to meet his ears.

“Can’t be as bad as this though~”

House gave up on the massage for a moment to instead begin drawing circles against Wilson’s bare skin, focusing in on the spine.

“Eeeheheheeepp!!! Hahahahouse!!”

Wilson whined as he wrapped his arms around his torso.

“Yesss~?”

House teased as he swung each hand to where Wilson’s sides met with his back, trailing up and down them in a zig zagging pattern.

“Plehehehease! Ihihihit tihihickles!”

Wilson giggled as he hugged himself tighter in a poor attempt to cope.

“Oh well, that’s too bad. I know how hard you work, I was sure this would help ease some tension…”

House drew, trying to move back to Wilson’s shoulders in a final effort to do what he had originally planned.

This time, he used deep pressure with his thumbs on Wilson’s shoulder blades, a technique he was taught personally by a masseuse.

Typically, this results in a relaxation of the shoulder muscles and helps to improve blood flow of the…

“HAHAHAHOUSE!!!! NOhoHoHohO!”

Well, so much for being nice…

“Good lord, It’s supposed to be relaxing! Is this why you cuhuhut the tahahags out of your shirt?”

House asked as he started to laugh along with him, genuinely amused by how this was causing this sort of reaction from him.

“YEHEhEhEHes!”

Wilson admits, giggling to the point of folding into himself

“Do you need me to switch to the hot rocks? I put them on after dinner, they should be ready now.”

House asked, stilling his hands to give poor Wilson a breather.

“Mahahahaybe? I’ve never tried those before. How hot are they?”

Wilson asked, a bit concerned with how sensitive he was.

“I set the machine to 95°, don’t worry your pretty little head over it. Just lie down and I’ll go get them, ok?”

House smiled, heading to collect them from their receptacle

As House returned, he had also grabbed a bottle of massage oil that had a few different types of essential oils spattered into them for pizazz. He pulled a chair up to the couch and began to warm the oil between his hands before spreading it as quickly as he could.

Wilson’s muffled giggling could be still be heard rather clearly, much to House’s delight.

He carefully picked up the rocks and aligned all 8 of them onto Wilson’s spine to sit for a moment.

Wilson’s shoulders finally relaxed and he let out a tiny happy sigh.

House took the lower two rocks and began to circle them gently into Wilson’s lower back.

Wilson, however, spasmed so quickly that a few of the upper rocks tumbled to the ground.

House let out a chuckle, reaching down to collect the rocks. He carefully removed the others before using two rocks to glide up and down, just behind his ribs.

“wAHAhAIT! WahAhAhAIT!!!”

Wilson squeaked, unprepared for all the sensations at once.

“God, you really can’t handle this, can you? Poor thing~”

House teased, working the rocks back towards Wilson’s shoulders.

As the oil was massaged in full, Wilson noticed a tingling wherever it touched. Combined with the quick movement of the hot rocks, it was enough to make him nearly tumble off the couch.

“WhAhAhAhAt is thAhaHaHaT??? Why-HeEhEh! Is it tingly??”

Wilson asked, thinking he may be allergic to it.

“It’s peppermint? It’s going to do that, I’m surprised you didn’t know that with your home goods oil diffuser having ass.”

House jived, ditching the rocks in favor of tormenting Wilson.

He sneakily applied a bit more of the oil to his hands before running them up Wilson’s sides, squeezing them as he made his way up. As he made his way down, he applied circular friction which activated it.

House then simply removed his hands, allowing the oil to do it work.

“NoHohoHohoO!!! HahAhAHOUSE!!”

“I’m nohohot even touching you??”

House snickered, fully entertained

“PLeheEhEAse do sohAhomething!!

WAhAhAIT naHaHAT THAHAT!”

Wilson’s pleas were cut short by House indeed doing something. He started to scribble up and down his sides, gliding across the skin with little to no resistance.

“NOhOhoHo! HAhA-HOuSe!! PLeEheheheAse!! PLeEehehease!!”

Wilson pleaded, though not moving much or putting up much of a fight.

“Please what? I’m not stopping so, don’t ask for that. Although, I doubt you’d ask me to do that~”

House teased, noticing his lack of moving away. In fact, if anything, he had leaned towards House’s scribbling fingers.

“BuhuHuhuT, it tihihihihickles wohohorse thahahan usual!”

Wilson snickered, covering his face in the pillow beneath him.

“Is that why you aren’t moving? Wanting to fully experience it, hmm?”

House purred as he landed a few kisses on the nape of Wilson’s neck, moving his attack to glide across his now overly sensitive shoulder blades.

“If I can’t massage the stress out of you, just let me tickle all those worries away for you~”

House whispered into his ear, noting the tingling on his own lips.

Wilson, however, realized something very important as he giggled beneath House. He didn’t wear any gloves to massage him….(why would he, silly nilly?? Lmao)

He whipped around and caught one of House’s wrists, pulling himself and House into a sitting position.

“Now, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

House asked, using his other hand to scribble across Wilson’s stomach.

Wilson nearly released his wrist but, held firmly to lightly drag his nail across House’s palm.

“Gihihiving you a tahahaste of your own mehehedicine!”

Wilson responded, now fully scribbling across House’s palm.

House quickly erupted into laughter, not expecting the heightened sensitivity of his hand.

“WIHIHIHILSON!!! WAHAHAIT!!”

He shrieked, ceasing his attack on Wilson to try and pry his wrist away

“Nuh-uh! You started this!”

Wilson retorted, pulling back House’s fingers to skitter across his heart line

“BUhuHut I WahahaS trying *snrk!* to BeheEhe nice!!!”

House snorted, gripping at Wilson’s wrist to no avail

“Yeah, trying is a good verb”

Wilson drew, focusing in on the center of House’s palm

“I dihihihi-didn’t eheheheven Hehehe! Get to shohohow you the *snrk!* behehest part!”

House whined, pathetically

“And…what would that be?”

An intrigued Wilson paused for a moment, allowing House to speak.

Although, House didn’t need to speak as he bent downwards to lick his own palm, making direct eye contact with Wilson as he did so.

“W-what was that for?”

Wilson was so flustered by this action that he kinda forgot what he was doing and released his grip.

“It’s edible…”

House smirked as Wilson’s face turned bright pink.

Wilson gulped, realizing that he was practically a piece of meat covered in honey staring directly into the eyes of a hungry bear.

Authors note: This was starter prompt number 31 from the list in my intro!

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Fake dating part 2

Part 1

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I took @al-astakbar​‘s idea and run with it.

Resume : Alone on an strange planet with a little chiss girl you walk desesperatly trying to reach coordinates given by a beacon. Here you are saved by Grand Admiral Thrawn’s crew and he proposes you an incongruous solution to your problem...

You silently follow the Grand Admiral through the numerous corridors of his ship, it’s enough for you to lose your way you worry. There are so many paths and doors, it hurts your brain. You do your best to follow his long strides on the cold metal floor without shoes. You cross paths with some officers, they all stop on their track to salute their superior and then you feel their curious gaze on you, wondering who you might be and why you’re here, you quickly avert their gaze and lower your head in their presence, careful not to anger anyone. Apparently they are not used to seeing their Grand Admiral followed by someone with a slave collar, that thought is somewhat reassuring. You look at the back of the head of the man holding your life in his hands, detailing his height and imposing measurements. The tight fabric of his uniform does not hide his muscles and Makers know you want nothing to do with them. Those are his assets to kill… You shudder at this thought.

“Here we are.” He softly announces.

He engages himself in a corridor with a large bay window giving on to an operation room, and on the table is…

“Moarorou!” You shout, pressing yourself against the window.

“She is in good hands.” He simply says “I trust them to save her.”

Asleep and perfused, the little girl seems at peace while the droids operate her. You wish you could hold her hand.

“I want to be with her.” You ask, turning towards him.

“Out of the question, it is a sterilized room.” He flat out refuses, “You will see her once they are done.”

You lower your gaze and turn back to the little girl. Poor sweetheart… You feel a burning gaze on you and you don’t dare meet it.

“We should head towards the second room, you need treatment too.” 

You do? You’re so used to being beaten and bruised by now… But it is true, you have scars all over your arms and legs and a burnt wound on your flank.

You obediently follow him to a room where a droid greets you and guides you to an infirmary bed. As the Grand Admiral leaves to give you some intimacy, it proceeds to do a complete check up, from weighing you to blood test and mandatory vaccines after dressing your wounds. You mechanically obey the machine, too used to receiving orders, it would have asked you to shake hands like a dog you would have without asking any questions, this is how deep it is ingrained in you…

“Here.” says Grand Admiral Thrawn right behind you.

You jump out of your skin. When did he come back?

He hands you a pair of boots exactly your size. You take them, unsure. You didn’t have the right to own shoes as a slave, you forgot how it feels. You pass them on after thanking him. It feels like a second skin. Strangely you feel more confident with them. You thank him again.

“Do not mention it, I cannot have anyone walking bare feet in my ISD. Now, do not move.” He slides behind you and you feel him manipulating your shock collar.

He must check your number to verify their registers. You refrain from sighing, an imperial remains an imperial, whatever happens.

You hear a click.

And your collar falls on your lap. You look at it, dumbfounded.

“Sir?”

You thought he would have waited for your response and sold you back on the black market if you refused his offer…

“You thought I would not get rid of it?” he asks, seeing your confused expression.

“Well… no, not before I gave you my answer at least…” you explain.

“You brought me back a valuable person. Consider it the payment of my debt to you.” 

You massage your throat, touching it for the first time in years.

“You… you have the right to free someone?” you ask with a small voice.

“I am a Grand Admiral, little is forbidden to me.”

You accept his answer as a fact and don’t press the matter. You mask it but hope is flourishing in your stomach, after so many years… finally!

Karyn Faro enters the infirmary, saluting the Grand Admiral.

“Sir! You asked for me.” She asks in a strong and clear voice.

“Yes, I want you to guide our guest to her new quarters, I will go back to the bridge.” He orders

She nods and signifies to follow her and quicker than that. You hop on your feet and follow her in another maze of corridors, but you start to recognize the patterns, you’re less lost this time.

“There it is.” She opens a large door with a card that she hands you “Do not loose it.”

You enter the room, or rather the suite and stop, turning back to her.

“Are you sure this is the good room?” You wonder.

“Yes. Is there a problem?” 

Well it's… Big. You’re standing in a small living room with sofa and kitchenette, giving on a large bedroom and a privatized bathroom. You’re more used to the cell shared with several other slaves.

“No, it’s… it’s perfect. Thank you.” You bow to her.

She simply nods and goes back to her duty.

You walk into the living room, timidly, afraid to take too much space, to make too much noise, even though you’re alone. You find a remote on a table and press the buttons, curious. A part of the wall opens for a TV screen to appear, you press another one and music starts. Another one pushes a bar off the wall. Okay that’s too much. You tidy, close back the walls and cut the music, put the remote where you found it, like you never touch it and go see the bedroom. It is a large room with a double bed, a wardrobe, a big mirror and a bay window giving on space. The wardrobe is full you notice, with a safe hidden as a drawer. The bathroom is white and clean, with a bath and clean towels, you touch them, they are soft and fluffy. everything for maintaining basic hygiene is here. You can’t resist the urge to brush your teeth when you see the new toothbrush waiting for you. It feels so good and fresh! What a delicious sensation! 

Returning to the bedroom you notice a datapad on the bedside table. You take it and turn it on. You’re curious of that Grand Admiral Thrawn. You search the holonet about him, finding different biographies and videos of him at different ceremonies. An article of the Universal Encyclopedy informs you of his greatest victories and gives you a resume of his life, or at least his life since he appeared in the Empire. What you suspected was right, him and Moarorou aren’t from the Empire, but are from the Unknown Region. He accepted to answer interviews of journalists of the regime but consistently refused to answer anything about his life previous to the Empire. So you got an incomplete portrayal of the man. 

You don’t know much about military things, but his record seems impressive, victory after victory, promotion after promotion, from one medal to the other he seems to supplant any adversaries. Except on the political field. It appears each and everyone of his victories came with a political scandal. 

But he manages to get out of it everytime.

You reopen your eyes when you hear knocks on the door. You must have drifted to sleep without realizing it. You open the door to Faro, awaiting for you.

“The Grand Admiral awaits you for dinner.” She indicates with her strong voice.

You must have slept more than first anticipated, dinner already?

You nods hurriedly and close the door behind you. She looks at you up and down, clearly judging you but says nothing.

“This way, please.”

You walk in silence behind her but curiosity devours you.

“Is it in your prerogatives to take care of priso… of guests?” you dare ask.

“No.” That is all she answers.

“Oh… Then why you-”

“He orders and I obey, simple as that.” And like that, the conversation ends.

You don’t dare raise your voice anymore, and she’s not one to do small talk.

You reach a door with stormtroopers guarding it, she gives one of her cylinders-thing and they step to the side.

“Here.” She says, and left you here, alone with the guards.

The door open and you enter a large suite, rich with decors. The Grand Admiral is standing, hand clasped behind his back, observing something.

You don’t say a word, to not disturb him, fidgeting your fingers.

“Come closer.” He simply says, without even turning towards you.

You approach. He seems enthralled by some vase on a stand.

“What do you see?” he inquires

What? Is he asking you your opinion on how he decorates his chambers?

“A vase.” you answer neutrality.

Never give your opinion.

“And?”

You approach again, observing it more intently. It’s a terracotta of three complimentary colors, surely a wine carafe. It has fine details and some speck of gold sprinkled in the clay.

“Huh… Looks like a hutt jug.” You notice.

He slowly nod.

“Indeed. Can you see anything else?”

“That’s the kind of jug we find in their northern worlds, the south would have used metal. But outside of that…” You shrug, unknowingly.

“That is well.” He murmures. “Dinner is ready.” and he heads to the dressed table. 

He pulls a chair and gallantly invites you to take it, as you approach he looks you up and down. 

"You did not change clothes ?" He asks, puzzled. 

You could ? You do not touch what your masters don't need. 

"I thought the order was to come immediately." You explain 

"You could have taken the time to put on more comfortable clothes than this hospital pajamas. I would not have held it against you, you are my guest." 

Yes, you heard that. 

You sit down and he pushes your chair forward, like he would have done to a high Lady. The table smells deliciously good, making your mouth water with different types of salads and vegetables, a main course with fuming meat, rice and lentils and a bottle of wine. He opens it and serves you first, then himself. 

"Because I brought you someone important ?" You ask as he sits down. 

"Yes."

"And if I did not ?" 

"What do you mean ?" He inquires, cutting his meat.

"If you only found me, a slave alone in the forest, would I still be your guest ?" 

He looks into your eyes with a stern expression 

"Does it matter ?" 

"Yes." You try to control the shivers in your voice "It matters to me."

He doesn't respond, letting silence take place. 

"No. Probably not."

You sigh internally. You knew it. Under his gallant behavior and nice dispositions, he remains an Imperial. A slave trader. 

"Those hypotheses do not matter." He says camly, taking a bite of his dish "The fact is you came together, and you took care of her. I cannot let this good deed go unreward-"

Your stomach growls suddenly, a deep hollow sound. Deeply embarrassing. You flush immediately. 

"Why do you not eat ? Is it not to your taste ?" 

"No !" You hurriedly says "I just… Waited for your permission to eat" You confess

He raises an eyebrow. 

"This is an order you had to obey ?" 

You nod. 

"Those times are behind you." He designates the table filled to the brim, encouraging you.

You slowly serve yourself, a little of each, not too much and start eating delicately using table manners you've seen your masters use. 

He looks at you intently, like he would observe an animal behind bars. 

Your stomach growls again but you don't press yourself. 

"There is nobody to impress here, eat as you please." He says casually.

You look at him to see if he's serious. 

Then you dive on the meat, with your hands you bite into it hungrily, tearing it apart, getting back from years of malnutrition. 

Maker this is so good ! It has been years since you had meat. You gulp it down feverishly, licking the sauce off your fingers, growling with satisfaction. 

He looks at you, caressing his chin. 

You stop. 

"Too much ?" You ask embarrassed, sauce dripping from your chin

 "Everything is well." He shakes his head. "Like I said, those times are behind you. Let's focus on the future."

You listen, munching down your meat with lentils. 

"About this offer I made, you might want to know what it entails." 

You nod, mouth full. 

"You would hold the role of the wife of a Grand Admiral, it comes with some… Obligations. You will need to escort me to galas, ceremonies, spending time with high ranked rich people and pretend you are from the same world. Adopt their codes and customs, abide by their rules. Everywhere you will go you will represent me and all I stand for, your failures will be mine. We will make you a proper high standing lady and need to get your education right as Moarorou's, we will train her and care for her like true parents. There will be a lot of stress and pressure."

"Until we sent her back ?" 

"Indeed." He nods

"And after ?" 

"After you will be free, you could live your life as you want." 

"And if I refuse ?" 

"Then we will disembark you from the ship on a nearby planet with some money and your new life will start that day." 

You slowly nod, wiping your mouth with a napkin. 

"And Moarorou ?" 

"She will need to remain hidden on the Chimaera, alone in a cabin with only droids or complete strangers she can't communicate with to care for her. It would be an oppressive and uncaring environment for a child her age. If you accept, she will get to have two parental figures and a proper education you would take part into, you could use my apartment on Coruscant and offer her, and yourself a better lifestyle."

"For a time…"

"For a time" He concedes

"Why not simply send her to Coruscant ?" 

"I cannot send her alone in this black vipers nest."

"Why? You speak of her so highly, is she some kind of Royalty in your world ?" 

He smiles enigmatically 

"She is so much more valuable than Royalty."

It doesn't advance you. He rises from his seat. 

"Sleep, and tell me your answer tomorrow. The choice is yours."

You follow him to the door, hiding a burp behind your hand. You eat too much. 

"You said I could see her!" if he thought you would forget that…

"Once she wakes up from the operation, you will be free to see her."

He politely escorts you back to your room. You don’t say a thing but you you’re tremendously disappointed, you hoped to Moarorou right after dinner.

“Is there something wrong?” He suddenly asks, stopping in his track.

“No… No.” you lie. 

You castigate yourself. ‘Hide what you think, hide what you feel. Do not let them see.’

He shrugs and continues.

"I wish you good night." He greets you and disappears. 

You spend the night tossing and turning in those fresh clean sheets. Questions assault your mind, and memory of the crash alike. 

What to do ? What to do ? 

Remaining with him could give you protection against your masters, but remaining with an Imperial ? 

Could you do it? Close your eyes on all the atrocities he will commit ? 

But you can't leave Moarorou alone with him. She trusts you. You can't abandon her… 

You sigh. 

In the morning you pass on decent attire. You wince, there are only dresses. You take the most concealing one and walk directly to the Grand Admiral's office. It seems like he's at work for several hours already. 

You inhale deeply, gathering your courage.

"I accept" 

@thrawnspetgoose

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Hurts So Good: Vampire!Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I'm writing this while I'm actually surfing the red tide myself so >:) Very self-indulgent

Contains: Period sex, blood (obviously), oral sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, light breast worship

He could smell you from the car. He sat there in the dark, head reclined back as he indulged himself in the faint smell of you, eyes shutting for a brief moment as he couldn’t help the smirk growing on his rugged face. It taunted him, twisting his mind in a way that allowed him to be both feral and in control at the same time.

Opening the door, the bitter wind brushed against him, the chilly air settled around him but it didn’t do much to distract him from his new objective. He gazed at his home, eyes lighting up when he saw your silhouette move past the curtains and off to somewhere deeper inside of the house. The yellow light bleeding through the closed curtains shined on his dark pupils, a faint and familiar pulse at the back of his eyes told him to move forward.

He followed the scent, sultry and deep like vanilla rum with something a little more spiced. His made his mouth started to water, saliva pooling under his tongue as he fumbled to get his house key into the deadbolt.

As soon as the door opened, the scent smacked him across the face. He stood there, stunned in the doorway as he took in that sickly sweet scent that teased him so. He had been gone from home for so long, that he never thought he would remember a scent like this, but standing here basking in the scent of your cycle was heavenly. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Chris dropped his bag at the door and kicked it closed with the heel of his boot. He half-expected you to pop out of wherever it was you went off to, but he found it even better if he went searching for you. It wasn’t hard either, following his nose as though he were a bloodhound, he found himself leaning against the archway of the kitchen, staring at the back of your head as you leaned against the counter. The coffee machine was on, pouring out hot water with a mechanical groan as you fumbled with a tea bag. You were aware of Chris’ presence, turning your head just barely to peek over your shoulder before you turned back to your mug with a smile.

You knew what he wanted.

You felt Chris suddenly at your backside, your body heat met his chilled skin in need of some of your passion and charity. He brought his arms up to your waist, circling his bulky forearms around your hips. He splayed his hands out flat against your abdomen, pressing firmly against your muscles he knew ached so badly. You couldn’t help the content sigh leaving your lips as you leaned against him, dipping the tea bag into the water as Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Miss me?” he smirked against your ear.

“Don’t I always?” You picked up a spoon from the drying rack and stirred your tea. “Did you miss me?”

Chris nipped at the shell of your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin like a specter. You shivered with anticipation, your face growing even hotter than it already was. His hands caressed down your stomach only to slide under his hoodie that you were wearing and graced your skin with his big, cold hands. They felt perfect, rubbing deep circles into your aching flesh. You moaned softly at his touch, not ashamed that he clearly heard it as he smiled wolfishly against you.

“Missed you the moment I left,” he growled softly. He massaged your throbbing abdomen a little deeper. “And what a surprise I come home to find.”

“It’s not like I planned this, you know,” you playfully scoffed as you sipped at your tea.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before nipping at the skin, tugging it with his sharp teeth. You felt his fangs softly graze against your ear and neck, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Why don’t you let me spoil you, princess?”

His words were so dark and gravelly in your ear it made your knees weak. Those words went straight to your aching cunt. You were wet, of course you were but even more so now, not having masturbated since you found out Chris would be coming back home.

“I should be the one spoiling you,” you set your mug down on the kitchen counter. “You’re the one that’s been out for over three weeks.”

“You’re already gonna spoil me rotten tonight.” You gasped softly when he spun you around, your lower back now digging into the kitchen counter as Chris caged you in with his burly arms. His eyes were brighter than rubies, gunmetal blue now shined like neon signs, the red reflecting off of your eyes so beautifully. “What do you say?”

Your hands gently grasped at the collar of Chris’ jacket as you started panting softly.

“Chris-” You swallowed thickly, lust clouding your mind. “Take me, Chris.” An idea suddenly popped into your head as your boyfriend started to make his move. You bat your little eyelashes at him and lowered your voice. “It aches, Chris,” you purred.

You watched as the humanity briefly left Chris’ eyes, pupils were blown wide, almost covering the shimmering red hues. His hands snatched at your waist, fingers digging in deep as he brought you so close to him that your chests were pressed flat together. Just the feeling of your pulse pounding against your skin brought life to his undead one. He hoisted you into the air, urging you to wrap your legs around his trim waist as he followed his own intuition to your shared bedroom, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss.

You whimpered softly, hands coming up to his brawny shoulders, stroking the tender muscles that rippled under your touch. You felt his fangs brush against your bottom lip, human teeth nibbling while his fangs prick at the delicate skin. He urged you to open your mouth as he stumbled through the narrow hallway. It suddenly felt so much smaller as he bumped into the walls hard enough for the pictures to shake and rattle. The faint taste of copper sat bitter at your tongue had Chris reeling, kicking open the bedroom door and all but tossed you onto the bed.

Just the sight of him standing there, ruby eyes glazed over with primal lust, fangs gleaming in the low lighting, a bit of your blood blushed his lips. It made your cunt throb with need only for you to be so cruelly reminded of why he was so turned on all of a sudden when a horrible cramp had your insides quaking.

You must have made a face as Chris slowed his descent upon you, eyes still glazed over as he eyed between your face and his target.

“What’s wrong?” he hummed darkly. “It aches?” You nodded, pressing your lips into a firm line and squeezed your eyes shut as the cramp worsened, your insides twinging uncomfortably as you waited for it to pass. He stood over you, eyes softening when you felt one of his hands come up to massage at your stomach. You purred softly, head lolling back as the pain ebbed the more your ever doting boyfriend massaged before you opened your eyes. “This working out for you?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t want me to stop, huh?” His smirk was wolfish and his eyes regained that vixen gleam to them. “Thought you wanted me to take care of you?”

His hand dipped beneath the hoodie you were wearing once again, the blazing heat your skin was giving off felt amazing against his fingers and palm. His other hand quickly joined, kneading at your hip before he gave an experimental tug at the hemline of your- his- hoodie and allowed his hands to travel up, snaking up your torso until his hands met your breasts. You groaned in bliss, the back of your head pressing against the bed as his cold hands squeezed and toyed with your sore breasts, his thumbs rolling over your sensitive nipples. He enjoyed the noises you made and the way your face twisted with delight.

You’ve been so sore all day, and now to have Chris massaging your breasts and taking care of you, it had your head swimming. You groaned and whined when he eventually stopped in his tracks to caress down your hips and waist again, fingers dipping into your sweatpants. His thumb caressed the waistband of your panties, nail biting the elastic, tugging the waistline down just a bit and stalled just in case you wanted to back out. You didn’t dare make a noise, your hands pawing at the soft sheets you knew were about to need a good wash after this. You nodded silently through half-lidded eyes.

He was so gentle slipping your pants and underwear down at the same time, urging you to lift your hips up just enough for him to get them down the curve of your ass. He caressed and kissed at your thighs as he stripped your bottoms off and let them pool onto the floor, occasionally nipping at your soft skin with his teeth. You refused to relax your hips at first, even when Chris put a firm hand against your stomach once again, urging you gently to lay back down but you didn’t budge.

“Relax for me, sweetheart, let me take care of you,” purred.

Fuck, the way he looked up at you with those vampiric eyes had you melting.

“I don’t wanna mess up the sheets,” you whined.

“I’ll take of them. Just let me pamper you.” You gave into his will, laying your ass back down and spreading your legs for him. You shivered when the cool air of the bedroom tickled your slick cunt. “Good girl,” he purred darkly.

You bit your aching lip when you felt his breath dance across your cunt, the cool air making the hair on your body stand at attention. His lips grazed at your nether lips, nose barely brushing against your clitoral hood before he suddenly parted your walls with his tongue. You whined fully, mouth hanging open as you cried in bliss, your cunt throbbed as the bundle of nerves suddenly felt full of pleasurable static. Your hands fisted the sheets as Chris groaned deep in his throat, his hands tightened around your waist for a brief moment before they traveled down to your shivering thighs. He eased them apart a bit more, licking another stripe clean between your petals, lapping at your bloody clit once again. You felt breathless, like the air had been punched from your lungs every time Chris licked your pussy.

The noises this man was making had your body feeling weak. Any other man would find this disgusting, repulsive even, you should also be feeling a little creeped out by this, but the look Chris gave you with those hypnotizing eyes had all of your worries melting away. You wondered briefly how it actually tasted if Chris was making those noises.

He lapped at your aching cunt for what felt like a blissful few hours, his tongue teasing at your sore entrance, eager to lick your clean. You felt a familiar twinge in your lower belly through the aches and pains, you pawed at the sheets before finding a better hold on Chris’ hair. He growled something dangerous into your cunt, a new fire lighting in his gut as you tugged and scratched lightly at his scalp.

You tasted so perfect already, but now? It drove him mad. He craved more, he wanted more. He fucking needed more.

His grip faltered to your ankles, carefully grabbing onto the joints before he slowly drew your legs up, making sure to split you wider. He arched your back just a bit for an even better angle, his tongue plunging inside of your bloodied womanhood. You cried out loud, toes curling and nails biting into his scalp.

It was only when his tongue met your now-cleaned cunt did you finally cum, your scream became choked as your body seized before quickly collapsing on the bed. Your lover purred with excitement, you had just hand-delivered him a reason to keep him down there for a little longer. He moaned as he lapped up your spilled climax, bringing one hand up to your womanhood and inserted a finger into you, lazily stroking your plush walls, stimulating your shocked nerves.

He pressed his tongue flat against you, licking up one steady stripe after another. You tasted even better the second time, sweeter and more tart like wild berries perfectly ripened. He pulled another cry from you when his tongue dove in deeper before he left you suddenly empty, his tongue and finger withdrawing together.

You whined at the sudden empty feeling, your legs dropping from his grip and bounced against the bed as Chris stood. He looked like a starved man, pupils blown impossibly wide and his muscular chest heaving with each breath. Your blood and slick coated his chin, sticking to his coarse stubble. He brought his bloodied finger to his mouth and licked it clean as he kept eye contact with you. As he stood, you couldn’t help but make eye contact with his erection tenting his cargo pants. He groaned as he licked the last of the blood off of his finger, the rubies in his gaze flaring.

“Never thought you’d taste that sweet,” he purred as his hands reached for his belt. “Can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Underbaked

I’m playing around with the format on these a little bit.This story has two endings, one of which is here and the other of which can be found here: FML: Overbaked

Consider this the more wholesome ending.

I’ll say up front that this one is on me. My boyfriend and I had been going steady for a while now. He was cute and smart, but after a few years he just wasn’t the kind of guy I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Things had just gotten… bland. We hardly ever went on dates, spent most weekends apart doing our own hobbies, and sex was a bit like going through the motions. I wanted a change. So, I ordered one. A new “white noise” machine. But it did a bit more than that. You just adjusted the settings and in a few nights it could grow, shrink, age, add hair, add muscle. I think I even saw a setting for a gender flip. It cost a pretty penny but I figured it would be worth it. I ran it for a while with no settings, just so he would get used to it. But, when I had a business trip that was going to take me out of town for the weekend, I figured it was a perfect time to see what it could do.

Before I left I opened the hidden panel and decided to start pretty simple. I would just program it to make him bigger. More buff, more masculine, maybe a bit more dominant. Could be a nice change to get taken care of when I got back. I dialed in the knobs, said my goodbyes, and flew off for the weekend. Meanwhile, back at home, my sweet boyfriend dozed and grew, none the wiser to his changes. And there were some changes. By the time I flew in Sunday night, a whole new man was there to greet me.

“Hey babe, you miss me?” In just a few days he had ballooned in size. His biceps were thick, easily picking me up into an embrace. His pecs were strong and juicy as I held onto them while gazing in his eyes. His kiss was strong and assertive, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh cut sandalwood. And his cock was girthy, as I felt it slowly swell and press up against me. I gave in as he pushed me down to the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. My pants were on the floor in a moment as I laid back in just my jockstrap, ready to receive him.

He pulled me down to the end of the bed, and slowly massaged my puckering hole. I don’t know if the machine somehow taught him how to handle me but as he worked is fingers inside it was so easy to relax and let him stretch me out. He replaced his fingers. I felt his cock, firm and throbbing, as it slid into me. I squeezed as I adjusted to his new size. I felt so full, but it just kept sliding in. As he began to hit my prostate a surprising moan escaped my lips.

“That’s right babe, open up for me.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. His beard was soft, his lips pillowy. I felt every motion of his body, every little adjustment sent a throbbing through my body. “You’re so cute like this. You ready for daddy’s cock?”

I could only let out an anticipatory whimper as he slowly began thrusting. With one hand he caressed my torso, the other he held my shoulders in place. I was anchored down as he picked up steam. Soon both hands were on my shoulders as he put his weight behind the thrusts. I tried to tell him to slow down, but something about how assertive and confident he was kept the words from my lips. And then it hardly mattered, as he found my prostate and my mind dissolved. He was destroying my ass as all I could do was try not to drool all over myself. All thought was consumed by pleasure as his balls slapped heavy against my ass.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Your ass is so tight. Fuck it feels amazing.”

“Huuuhnuh…ahhh…uhhhhhh…fuck…meeeeee”

I could feel it coming. I tried to ride the waves of ecstasy but he was not letting up. Suddenly he inhaled sharply.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” he cried. He made no signs of slowing down.

“Cum…cum in-me.” I was about to burst.

He let out a deep growl as with a final thrust he plunged into me and the floodgates opened. At the same time I saw stream after stream hit his chest. We came at the same time. Panting he ran his finger down his chest and popped a thick glob in his mouth

“Yeah, you even taste delicious.”

This time I pulled him to me, kissing his beautiful face as he slowly pulled himself out of me with a wet pop.

And that should have been it. It should have stayed that way. It was supposed to be amazing. But, somehow, life always gets complicated.

It started with work. Maybe it was a side effect. With how he carried himself, he couldn’t help but turn heads when he entered a room. He would talk about how well respected he was, how all of a sudden people gave a shit when he said something. I guess it came with the territory. But that respect turned into a promotion, and that promotion had him working later and later hours. Plus, with his new body, he had to maintain it. He spent at least two hours at the gym, lifting and running and stretching. He would come home smelling musky, and I would basically be waiting in the bedroom to suck on his sweaty cock. Those nights were some of the best. But then he made friends, gym bros to hang out with, and he would get home well into the night, too tired to do much but watch TV before passing out. Then, my work project turned south at the end of the year. Our client was furious and I had to fly out almost every other weekend to some meeting to plead for time or try to get the project back on track. It felt like we just kept missing each other.

“I know it’s been hard to manage time but can we please have this weekend,” he begged one Thursday night, “I miss you. I miss us.”

I sighed, “I can’t. We just have to make it to the spring when we launch and it should be good. But until then I have to keep up with these clients.”

“I know, I know but can’t they send someone else?” He came in close and began to stroke my hair, “I need my good little boy here.”

I flushed and turned away, “You know I’ve been working for years to close this project out. I can’t just leave it when we are this close to the finish line.”

He looked hurt, “So instead you’re just leaving me behind?”

I snapped my head back to his, “You’re one to talk. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. One promotion and suddenly you want to lecture me on my career? Plus all the time you spend with your gym buds. Enjoying the sauna together?” The moment I said it I knew I crossed the line

“…I’m going to bed.” He slammed the bedroom door behind him.

“BABE! No, that’s not what I meant. Please-” I jiggled the locked handle. No response. Dejected, I turned towards the couch, collecting what throw pillows and little blankets I could.

I tossed and turned all night, yet when I woke up he had already slipped out without a word. I wandered back to the bedroom and tried to find solace in the shower. Warm water ran down my back as mulled over the prior evening. When did things get so tough? It felt like just yesterday we were just some freshly graduated kids, now we hardly saw our friends or each other, just crunched all day at the office. Things back then were so… simple. That’s it! I shut off the water and quickly dried off. In the bedroom sat the machine. We had kept using it just for the white noise. Worked like a charm, who knew? It may have been what caused all this, but maybe it held a solution. There was the knob I was looking for: simple. I took it and cranked it up. I needed change and I really needed it quick. Two nights would perfect. If it was anything like last time, by the time I am back Sunday night this could all be solved. I threw a bag together for my trip and went off to the airport. Today I would give him space, and by tomorrow I had a hunch the problem would practically solve itself…

I woke up the next day, groggy from the flight and meetings yesterday. I was not looking forward to another full day today. Just then, my phone buzzed next to me. A text came through from my boyfriend:

got a long day ahead babe. miss u 😘

He looked so… care free. There wasn’t a bag under his eyes. And he never just texted to say he missed me. He never seemed to have time. Seeing him with his arm frown back and that stupid little smirk got me going more than I expected it to. I texted back:

I miss you too. I hope you aren’t too bogged down with meetings today. Love ❤️

He responded: no meeting’s, boss had a safety talk last week. just work

Safety talk? Whatever, I’m sure he would be fine. Probably one of those cyber security talks from the 2000’s. Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it too long. Had to get ready for this team meeting.

The weekend was a blur. Meeting, crunch, eat repeat for two days straight. I hardly had time for myself, much less checking in on my boyfriend’s progress. But he seemed to be coming along nicely, and I could surmise a bit. His stressful job in engineering had been replaced with construction site manager, then just a regular blue-collar worker. His texts had become more casual, and when I talked with him for a few minutes Sunday morning he was kicking back with some friends having a beer. He even took a nap Sunday afternoon, speeding him along maybe a little further than I would have liked. He sent me this text when he woke up as I was on my way to the airport:

Mmm, I miss u, gonna need ass when ur back

The next text was just a picture of his rigid cock. I chuckled a bit. I definitely had gone a bit too far but we could adjust that later.

I miss you too babe. You should probably get up. I’ll be home in a few hours and you can have me then 😉

Little did I know.

I hopped out of my cab and began working through airport security. I made it to my gate with plenty of time to spare. While I had made it to the gate, the plane, evidently had not. Winds and snow out of the northwest had delayed it. It was supposed to be an hour delay. But as one became two, the storm system had moved south.

Passengers of flight AM267, we regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed. With the current storm system, we are not projecting to be able to leave till tomorrow at 8:47am. On behalf-

I tuned out as my mind began to race. Tomorrow? That would throw off my whole work week! And the product launch would have to be delayed even further if I’m not there…

I began crunching the numbers on how far back this would set us as I hopped on a shuttle to the nearest hotel. With the sudden influx, it took a few hours before I was checked into my economy room next to the elevator. I had made the necessary calls to my team letting them know about the situation and… oh shit. I didn’t even call my boyfriend! He’s probably still waiting up for me. Quickly I fired off a text letting him know what was up. The day had been exhausting, I wouldn’t be up for much tonight anyways. I didn’t even change out of my jeans as I passed out on my bed.

The next morning the storm had passed, so it was back to the airport to catch my flight. We were luckier than most, I figured it would take them at last 2 days to be fully back on schedule. Still, everything had been thrown out of sync with the delay. It was almost 2:30 by the time I was sliding my key into the front door. I walked upstairs to throw my luggage in the bedroom when I stopped outside the door. Inside, I could hear a faint crackle, like the fray of a radio. Just the sound gave me a headache, and I felt an itch in my teeth. And then it clicked, and my stomach dropped. I threw open the door and immediately turned off the machine that had been running all day. A faint breathing was behind me. I turned and my eyes went wide.

There he was, still laid back on the bed, hat on his head, wide awake. The thousand yard stare said it all. He had been listening all night and all day.

I tried to shake him awake to no avail. He was lost in whatever fog had dulled his brain.

“Need… ass… need fuck…” he mumbled. Drool started to drip out his mouth.

I turned back the machine and pried off the back panel. I began urgently analyzing switches and knobs, trying to determine which would reverse the changes. Any of them. I didn’t want a dumb brute of a man. I wanted my boyfriend back. I slowly began to cry when all of a sudden:

“Hehehe… HAheHa- AHHAHHAHA”

I snapped back around to see my boyfriend laughing his ass off.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face. You were terrified.”

I shouted through tears, “WHAT?!? Wha- what is happening? WHAT DID YOU DO?”

He was red in the face, “You thought I wouldn’t get suspicious? The tech is good but it isn’t that good. I could feel something was off the moment I walked in after you left.”

I was choking back tears, “You… were… you were pranking me?!?”

“You deserved it after that shit. Honestly, what were you thinking babe? Just gonna dumb me down and all our problems would go away?”

I was at such an emotional high I could only cry as I slumped into his strong arms. He had that same fresh smell, the smell of the man I loved, still with me. He moved to comfort me better.

“That’s it, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

I felt at ease in his embrace. He leaned down and began to kiss me.

His lips were delicate as they met mine, careful and probing. I his soft and masculine touch sent a shiver down my spine. As his tongue found its way into my mouth I could taste whiskey on his breath. I pulled back a bit:

“Celebrating without me? We could share a glass.”

He chuckled, “Just a glass to ease my nerves. I was a bit worried you would be furious with me.”

“Oh I still am,” I furrowed my brow in faux rage, “I thought I had lost you.”

He slid me off his lap and onto the bed. He leaned over my frame. “Well I’m right here,” he said, “What do you want to do with me now?”

I reached up and squeezed his pecs. “As punishment for worrying me,” I said, “I want that cock I was promised yesterday.”

He chuckled, before turning rather serious. I was worried for a moment I had offended him. “Gladly,” he said, leaning down for a kiss. But pulling away he whispered, “But as punishment for you trying to change me, you’re gonna have to take it.”

I felt suddenly the weight of his member against my hole. When had he slipped my pants off without me noticing? I became acutely aware of just how girthy it felt. Maybe he had made some changes for himself while he was gone. He quickly threw my legs onto his shoulders and rubbed his slick head against my hole. As he breached me, I moaned, feeling my anus suddenly stretched wide. He gave me only a moment to adjust before he began pumping. Slowly, he picked up speed as my cock came alive. I began rubbing my crotch before he smacked my ass and swatted my hands away:

“You want that taken care of too, you just have to ask. I am here to satisfy.” He placed his thumb over my head and rubbed my pre around my head, sending me writhing. He then spat in his hand and grabbed my shaft and started pumping in time with his thrusts. The combination was unreal, and I began bouncing in sync with him.

“I love you,” he panted, “I love you so much.”

“I- love- you,” I muttered between breaths. He grinned and picked up the pace. I disolved into a moaning mess, my prostate being milked by his quick thrusts. His stamina was unreal, it was hard to keep up. And then, I felt a throb. I knew what was coming.

“Fuck,” he said, “I can’t hold it much longer. Your hole just feels so good.”

I felt my cock throb in response. I couldn’t hold it either. “Yeah babe, cum-” was all I got out before he released. He grunted, but didn’t let up as he continued to stroke my cock. He was determined to finish me off too. He didn’t have to wait long. A minute later my jizz shot across his beautiful chest, even getting a little in his beard. I felt him examine his work, taking pride in his boyfriend.

“I missed you,” he said, and collapsed on top of me. He was warm and heavy in all the best ways.

“I missed you too,” and I wrapped my arms around him.

[bigmusclenm]

Muscle Mastery Studio

A short commission I wrote a while ago for a friend of mine. I hope you enjoy it.

As Jamar completed another set of chest presses, he felt his massive pecs filling his tight shirt nicely, straining the fabric to its limits. Deep inside him, he wondered how his shirt hadn’t ripped yet. Like did after completing a set, Jamar stood up and flexed his impressive muscles, making them bounce magnificently. Then, he squeezed them and marveled at how big they felt.

He loved how big his pecs were becoming, still far from reaching his ultimate goal. That’s why he had loaded the barbell he had just benched with multiple heavy plates on each side. Looking around at the other guys in the gym, he noticed that nobody was benching as much as he had just done, noticing no one else had such a glorious chest as he did.

With a grin, Jamar continued to bounce his pecs and then moved on to the next machine. He started doing chest dips as he envisioned himself with the biggest set of pecs that had ever existed. While he had seen other guys with big chests, he wasn’t modest in admitting his pecs were already incredibly magnificent among them. However, there was no limit for the chest size he truly desired. With each rep, he felt his already massive chest becoming more pumped than ever before, only encouraging him to keep working out to see them blowing up with size. He was making some great efforts to achieve the massive chest he had always desired and knew he could go beyond his wildest dreams.

Jamar had been focusing his recent workouts on his chest because he wanted to live up to his nickname: King of Pecs. Every single inch of his body was incredibly impressive, but he had a special liking for unbelievably big pecs. He was called ‘King’ for a reason, and if he wanted to maintain his title, he needed to have the biggest pecs ever. That’s why, even though his routine was supposed to end with the dips, he moved to another machine and started doing cable crossovers repeatedly. He could feel his pectoral muscles burning, knowing it would lead to astonishing growth. He knew it was not time to stop; it was time for him to work out even harder. Nothing was gonna stop him now.

After what felt like an eternity, Jamar finally stopped and marveled at how massive his chest looked. He was sweating profusely after the hardcore workout, but it was all worth it. Despite the soreness in his chest, Jamar was so captivated by its size and shape that he didn’t care about the uncomfortable feeling. Instead of complaining, he took his tight shirt off and started flexing his pecs again because he loved seeing them bounce. Then, he grabbed his phone and recorded a short video of how amazing his pecs looked, knowing that his audience would love to admire how much their ‘King’ progressed after his workout.

Once Jamar had uploaded the video, he continued squeezing his pecs, trying to deal with the incredible, yet pleasurable, soreness. He knew very well that the uncomfortable sensation was a good sign for gaining more muscle mass. Even then, he remembered hearing great comments about a nearby massage clinic. He had never been there before, but some guys he knew enjoyed visiting the place after their workouts. As he looked down at his ridiculously pumped pecs once again, a big grin spread across his face, and he decided to pay a visit to the massage clinic.

Jamar went to the locker room to shower and grab his bag. All along, Jamar couldn’t resist squeezing his pecs whenever he had the chance, still amazed at how thick they were looking. By the time Jamar arrived at the massage clinic, his pecs felt somewhat sensitive after all the squeezing. Aside from that, as he looked down at his pecs and continued massaging them, he started to feel aroused. The sensation was different, but it only got Jamar even more excited.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to Muscle Mastery Studio. My name’s Jake, and I will be assisting you today. How may I be of service?” Jake said with a friendly smile.

“I was hoping to get a massage? I just finished a long workout, and my pecs are kinda sore. Do you have anything that could help? My name’s Jamar, by the way,” Jamar said as Jake picked up some forms and started filling them up.

“I’m sure we can help, but before we proceed, may I confirm if your workout was intended for muscle development? If so, I have a very special massage in mind that can help you with the soreness and provide other benefits,” Jake said, looking enthusiastic.

“Well, yeah. Of course, it was for muscle development. I want to build bigger muscles. Does the massages depend on that?” Jamar asked.

“This one does, but I’ll explain more once we have begun. I signed you up for our UYP massage, which stands for Unleash Your Potential. I’m sure you’ll like it. Please, follow me,” Jake added, leading Jamar down the hallway.

When they entered a small room with a bed, Jamar immediately felt at peace because It was a nice place. The room was small and dimly lit, candles flickering on the wooden walls. The smell of lavender and eucalyptus immediately gave a relaxing sensation. As Jamar took a deep breath, enjoying the smell, Jake asked him to take off his shirt and lie on his back in bed. Jamar nodded and obeyed, already excited about the massage. He had some questions about the technique, but Jake looked professional as he prepared for the session. He decided to relax and enjoy the service instead.

Jake took some coconut oil and made sure to coat his hand with it to reduce friction during the massage. The oil also helped relax and stretch the skin, perfect for an ever-growing Jamar. With a kind smile, Jake stood behind Jamar’s head and leaned forward to lightly tap the man’s pecs with his open hand. As Jake continued this and eventually started rubbing Jamar’s chest very softly, he explained that it helped increase blood flow and relax the muscles. Even this simple warm-up, as Jake called it, was making Jamar feel nice.

Once the warm-up was completed, Jake used the palm of his hand to apply gentle strokes that started at the center of the chest and moved outward toward the shoulders. Although it was a simple motion, some soft moans escaped Jamar’s lips as the sensation exceeded his expectations. Every time Jake’s hands stroked his pecs, Jamar felt a peculiar surge of power building within his muscles. It was as if the massage was activating his muscles and actually unleashing their full potential.

Jake continued with the sweeping strokes, and Jamar couldn’t contain soft moans. As Jake worked on his pecs, Jamar looked down at his pecs and got confused as they looked thicker than before. However, he didn’t mind this change as he really wanted bigger-looking pecs, but he didn’t know a massage could achieve such results. As Jake spread more oil over Jamar’s chest, it was undeniable the muscles were relaxing but also thickening a lot.

Then, with more coconut oil in hand, Jake placed his fingertips on Jamar’s pecs and gently kneaded the tissue using circular motions. He started with light pressure and gradually increased it as Jamar felt all the tension going away. Another sensation spread through his chest as Jamar let out several “mmm” and “oooh, ahh.” Jamar paid close attention to his chest as Jake continued kneading, and he finally confirmed his suspicion: his pecs were getting bigger right before his eyes. The more Jake kneaded the flesh, the bigger they looked and the more aroused Jamar became.

Jake applied even more oil to the visibly expanding pecs and started squeezing the muscles using his fingers and thumbs. This sent shivers down Jamar’s spine and made the growth speed up. The more Jake squeezed and released the pectoral muscles, the more they grew. In just a brief moment, Jamar’s pecs went from huge to massive, quickly approaching inhuman proportions.

Jake continued his handy work and paid special attention to some knots he found, causing the muscles to expand even more. Jamar moaned and looked down in awe as his pecs swelled to the size of basketballs, and they were only getting bigger.

With each passing second, there was more surface for Jake to work on, but he gladly kept spreading oils over Jamar’s massive pecs. Jake started applying deep and targeted pressure using his thumbs, and this stimulation made Jamar pant heavily. As a result, his massive pecs heaved up and down with every breath he took, visibly growing larger with each rise. Jake started working on small circular motions, feeling the muscle tissue thicken under his touch. He knew that the pectoral muscles were quite sensitive, but Jamar’s overdeveloped pecs were giving him immense pleasure at the moment, causing the big guy’s cock to harden in his shorts.

For Jamar, the sensation was better than anything he had ever experienced. While Jake continued stroking Jamar’s pecs, paying close attention to the area around his overly sensitive nipples, the massive chest was close to beach-ball proportions.

The sheer size of Jamar’s pecs was accentuated by his heavy panting, which made them bounce. Also, the oil coating the overly stretched skin made the chest glisten magnificently under the light. Additionally, his nipples looked thicker and harder, prompting Jake to playfully tease them. All along, Jake continued massaging the massive muscles that now stuck out several feet in front of Jamar.

The muscular chest looked incredibly strong, and when Jamar raised his arms, the motion it caused on his pectorals was truly hypnotic. Jake smiled once again as his hands released Jamar’s newly enhanced pecs and shifted his gaze to another big thing bulging on Jamar’s lower body.

“How do you feel? Has the tension disappeared?” Jake asked, moving around the bed as Jamar came down from his high.

“It did and… fuck, that was intense. What did you do to me?” Jamar asked, sitting up and feeling the new weight of his massive pecs. They weren’t only truly gigantic, but the heaviness was just as amazing.

“Unleash your potential. That’s the primary purpose of this massage. I must admit, I’ve never seen such impressive results after just one session, or after any number of sessions. It seems you have incredible potential for muscle development,” Jake explained, sitting beside Jamar and gently tapping his massive chest. “Which brings me to another big thing I can take care of.”

“Oh… well, I guess I got a bit excited,” Jamar said when he realized Jake was referring to his huge dick that was painfully hard in his shorts. “Well, if you don’t mind, sure, go ahead,” Jamar added and took out his foot-long thick cock that was already throbbing with anticipation.

Jake looked at it in awe and immediately grasped the massive cock, to start working on it with the same passion he had shown for Jamar’s pecs. He had some tricks up his sleeve, so it didn’t take long for Jamar to start panting heavily, gasping for breath, and desperate for release. With a playful smile, Jake started moving his hands up and down on Jamar’s huge dick. The man-meat was so thick that Jake had to use both hands at first to pleasure his clients, but the loud moans coming out of Jamar’s mouth were proof that he liked it a lot.

As Jake started firmly stroking Jamar’s huge dick, a constant stream of pre leaked out of it. This helped Jake to massage the skin more passionately. With his right hand, he started using his thumbs to press subtly at the thick base, then extending the motion to the glands. This sent shivers down Jamar’s spine and made him tremble in pure ecstasy. As Jake repeated this process a few more times, he noticed Jamar’s cock looking more pumped than before, as the massage increased the blood flow.

As Jake’s right hand kept stimulating Jamar’s cock, his left hand moved to the big guy’s plump balls. After carefully fondling them, Jake started squeezing them with passion, and this increased the moans echoing in the room. Jake rubbed small circles around the area near the base of the dick, and he saw Jamar’s body trembling even more. Jake felt the flawless cum-filled orbs getting even fuller because of Jamar’s arousal. Jake’s skilled hands were working wonders, and Jamar could barely contain his horniness and excitement. He was so incredibly aroused that he couldn’t resist rubbing his own massive pecs, losing control within a second.

“Ohh… dude… mmm… I can’t hold back anymore…” Jamar managed to say between moans. The heavy panting, the loud moans, and the fact that Jamar’s dick was leaking lots of pre-cum, were early signs that he was about to shoot a massive load. “Aahh yes… fuck yes… Jake… I’m cumming… ohh… ahhh… FUCK!” With a loud groan, Jamar’s cock started shooting huge globs of thick pre.

Both of them were astonished by the sheer volume of Jamar’s the cum load, as it was like a gushing firehose. Massive globs of thick cum landed on Jamar’s abs and pecs, and even on the walls beside him, as buckets of cum also coated his groin. The wave of cum was so immense that Jake’s hands and the mattress were also covered by a thick layer of cum.

He looked around and noticed the massive mess he had created, but he was simply too excited about his newly enhanced chest to care about the big mess. As Jamar marveled at the biggest orgasm he had ever had, Jake smiled at him and started carefully cleaning the massive amount of cum from Jamar’s body.

“That was quite a big load. The biggest I’ve ever seen. I think I truly unlocked cock’s and balls’ potential too,” Jake said as he carefully wiped off the cum that had landed on Jamar’s chest. The big man burst out in laughter, making his ballooned pecs jiggle hypnotically.