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Why Should Fashion Brands Use Fabric Testing Labs for Quality Control?

In the fast-paced world of fashion, maintaining high-quality standards is critical for success. Whether a brand is designing a luxury collection or producing mass-market apparel, ensuring the quality of the fabric used is vital. The quality of the fabric directly influences the final product’s durability, safety, appearance, and comfort. One of the most effective ways to ensure fabric quality is through the use of a Fabric Testing Lab.

Fabric testing labs play a crucial role in quality control by evaluating a variety of characteristics that affect a fabric’s performance. These labs are equipped to perform a range of tests that help fashion brands meet industry standards, improve their product offerings, and ensure customer satisfaction. In this blog, we’ll explore why fashion brands should rely on fabric testing labs for quality control and the significant advantages they provide in the production process.

What is a Fabric Testing Lab?

A fabric testing lab is a specialized facility that conducts various physical, chemical, and environmental tests on fabrics and textiles. These tests assess the fabric’s durability, safety, colorfastness, shrinkage, and other important qualities. The lab reports provide detailed data that manufacturers and fashion brands can use to ensure the materials they choose meet the required standards for performance, safety, and aesthetic quality.

Fabric testing labs adhere to international standards like ISO (International Organization for Standardization) and ASTM (American Society for Testing and Materials). By conducting these tests, fashion brands ensure that their products meet global requirements and are ready for the market.

Key Reasons Fashion Brands Should Use Fabric Testing Labs

Ensuring Consistency and Quality

Fashion brands rely on fabric testing labs to ensure that every batch of fabric is consistent in quality. Whether it’s cotton, silk, polyester, or any other material, maintaining consistency in the quality of fabric is essential for creating high-quality garments. Fabric testing labs help brands detect variations in fabric quality that could affect the final product.

For example, fabric testing can reveal differences in color, texture, or strength between batches. These inconsistencies can cause variations in the final product’s appearance, fit, and durability, leading to consumer dissatisfaction. By testing each batch of fabric before use, fashion brands can identify issues early in the production process and make necessary adjustments, thus ensuring consistency across all products.

Improving Durability and Longevity

Durability is one of the most important factors for any fashion brand, especially those involved in mass production. Consumers expect their clothing to last through multiple wears and washes. Fabrics that lose their shape, shrink, fade, or become damaged after just a few washes can result in negative reviews, returns, and a damaged brand reputation.

Fabric testing labs conduct a series of tests that assess the durability of fabrics. These tests can include:

Abrasion resistance – ensuring the fabric can withstand regular wear and tear.

Tensile strength – testing the fabric’s ability to resist tearing or breaking under pressure.

Pilling resistance – checking if the fabric forms small balls or pills after rubbing.

Colorfastness – ensuring that the fabric’s color does not fade when exposed to washing, light, or sweat.

By evaluating fabric durability before production, fashion brands can select materials that are more likely to maintain their appearance and performance over time, which directly contributes to customer satisfaction.

Ensuring Consumer Safety

With increasing awareness of health and safety concerns, consumers are more cautious about the clothing they buy. Fabrics that contain harmful chemicals, heavy metals, or allergens can pose a risk to the health of the wearer. In particular, children’s clothing, intimate apparel, and activewear are categories where safety standards must be meticulously followed.

Fabric testing labs help fashion brands ensure their materials are free from harmful substances. Common tests conducted in fabric testing labs include:

Chemical analysis – testing for toxic substances such as formaldehyde, azo dyes, phthalates, and heavy metals like lead or cadmium.

Flammability testing – ensuring that the fabric complies with fire safety regulations.

By using a fabric testing lab, fashion brands can ensure that their products are safe for consumers, reducing the risk of product recalls and legal issues. It also helps brands meet specific safety standards required in different markets, such as OEKO-TEX® Standard 100 or REACH (in the European Union).

Compliance with International Standards and Regulations

Fashion brands that export their products to international markets must comply with various regulatory standards. These regulations vary by country and can cover a wide range of criteria, including chemical content, fabric performance, and safety. For example, the United States, European Union, and other regions have specific regulations regarding the materials used in clothing, especially when it comes to chemical safety, colorfastness, and labeling.

A fabric testing lab ensures that fabrics meet the necessary requirements for export. Whether it’s GOTS (Global Organic Textile Standard) for organic fabrics or REACH compliance for chemical safety, fabric testing labs provide the necessary certifications and reports that prove compliance with these standards. This is particularly important for fashion brands looking to expand their market reach and tap into new international territories.

Cost-Effectiveness and Waste Reduction

While the costs associated with fabric testing may seem like an additional expense, they can actually save fashion brands significant amounts of money in the long run. By identifying issues early in the production process, such as faulty fabric batches or non-compliance with standards, brands can avoid costly mistakes down the line.

For instance, fabric testing helps prevent the use of defective fabrics in final products. If these defects were not identified early, they might lead to expensive product recalls, dissatisfied customers, and damage to the brand’s reputation. By testing fabrics before mass production, fashion brands can reduce waste and the need for expensive rework.

Enhancing Brand Reputation and Consumer Trust

In today’s competitive market, consumers expect high-quality, reliable products. Fashion brands that consistently produce garments with exceptional quality can build a strong reputation and consumer trust. Fabric testing labs play an important role in ensuring that each garment meets the highest standards.

Brands that invest in fabric testing show their commitment to quality and consumer safety, which can set them apart from competitors. Furthermore, many consumers today are more likely to buy from brands that prioritize sustainability, safety, and transparency. By choosing safe and durable fabrics, fashion brands can enhance their reputation as responsible companies that care about their customers’ health, safety, and satisfaction.

Sustainability and Eco-friendly Fabrics

With the rising demand for eco-friendly fashion, many brands are turning to sustainable fabrics and processes to reduce their environmental footprint. Fabric testing labs play a key role in this shift by ensuring that fabrics meet sustainability certifications such as OEKO-TEX® Standard 100, GOTS, and other environmentally-conscious guidelines.

These tests examine the environmental impact of fabric production, such as water and energy use, and check for the presence of harmful substances in the fibers and dyes. By using fabric testing labs, fashion brands can ensure they are using sustainable fabrics that comply with global standards and appeal to eco-conscious consumers.

Conclusion

Fabric testing labs are a crucial component of the quality control process for fashion brands. By ensuring that fabrics meet durability, safety, and performance standards, these labs help brands improve their product quality, protect their reputation, and meet international regulations. In today’s competitive fashion industry, quality control is more important than ever, and fabric testing is an essential tool for achieving that goal.

Whether it’s ensuring the comfort of everyday clothing, producing safe children’s wear, or creating eco-friendly fashion, fabric testing labs provide fashion brands with the tools they need to succeed in the global marketplace. By prioritizing fabric testing, brands can not only improve their products but also enhance consumer satisfaction, reduce waste, and ultimately, build a loyal customer base.

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Hex Machine - Viktor x Reader

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Viktor makes a machine to cheat human exhaustion.

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F/M. 18+. Smut. Fucking Machine. Spit. Dom Viktor. Light Choking. Dirty Talk. NSFW.

There was a rather sheepish knock at your door. You were puzzled, you were not usually disturbed at night. Viktor, your boyfriend, was busy working on something that he wouldn’t reveal to you, and your friends hadn't made any plans with you this evening. You slid on your slippers and walked through your hall to answer the door. You opened it to Jayce. He looks startled at your answering and is flushed pink. That’s strange, he must have some urgency.

“Viktor needs you. In the lab. He’s uhm, finished making your surprise.” He stammers.

“Jayce, you look red, are you okay?”

“I helped him make it; I didn’t realise it was for-.” He replies, “I thought it was a drill.”

You are thoroughly confused as you say your goodbyes to Jayce and close the door. You hurriedly undress and redress and head outside, carried by your curiosity. You take the fastest walk to the lab, knocking on the door once you get there. There’s a few more seconds of silence than usual as you wait for the door to be opened from inside. There’s a mechanical whirring sound coming from within which pauses and ceases as you hear footsteps approaching. The door opens.

“(Y/N)! Jayce sent you. Yes, good.” Viktor ushers you inside, sliding a hand around your back, perching his palm on your waist. He grins widely.

In the middle of the lab, covered with a large blue sheet of fabric is some strange contraption.

“Viktor, what is this?” You ask, a little bewildered. It is larger than you expected and takes up the majority of the lab.

“It’s a surprise. A rather large one, which I am sure you will be very fond of. Guess.”

“…a drill?” You test the waters.

Viktor scoffs and stifles a laugh, “Jayce got to you first, hm.”

He approaches the cloaked object and reaches out his arm to swipe its cover away, somewhat like a magician. With a swoop the fabric falls to the floor. You still have no idea what it is.

“It’s a-?” You attempt, not wanting to disappoint in your misunderstanding.

Viktor looks amused.

“It’s my most wonderful creation and you can’t even tell what it is?” He smirks. “You’ll understand once you are in it”

“In it?”

“Undress yourself.”

“Right here in the lab?”

“Are you curious Miss (Y/N)?”

“Yes.”

“I repeat, undress for me.”

You did as you were told, slowly and intentionally seductive as he watched you intensely. You removed your clothes layer by layer. You enjoyed it when he was quite stern with you, you liked it when he took control.

“This is the hex machine. “He proudly announces.

“…the hex machine?” You giggle.” Viktor that name...”

“You won’t be laughing when I have you strapped to it, Miss (Y/N).”

Viktor reaches out for your hand and guides you towards the machine. It has a large black frame with a sling in the middle like a swing set. Positioned underneath is a strange piston on a rail. The seat of the swing sits around hip height to Viktor and suspends you above ground with both of your legs spread and fixed to material stirrups.

“Viktor, what kind of a machine is this?”

“I told you, the hex machine.”

“What is it used for?”

“…hex.” You sense he found the joke as funny as you did. “Here, I’ll help you into it.”

You grab the frame with both hands and lift yourself up as Viktor adds support to your waist. You fit into the seat nicely and it supports your back in such a way that you are leant backwards at a slight angle. Quite a revealing angle.

“And now you put your feet in the stirrups”

It was impossible not to feel vulnerable in the position he was placing you in, effectively spread eagled in the centre of the lab, supported and pulled apart with slings and metal poles. Viktor admired you, tied up for him. Your soft skin made a contrast to the harshness of the metal and roughness of the fabric.

“I have always wanted to try this position with you, but my leg never allowed it.”

He steps forward, pushing his hips into yours, your wetness showing on the deep colour of his trousers as you press against him.

“With you being supported like that, I can have you exactly how I want to.”

At this, he begins to unbutton his trousers and pulls down his zip. He slides the trousers over his hips, presenting you with a view of him in his underwear, with his impressively straining cock threatening to push upwards and through his waistband at any moment. He releases himself, springing free, and kicks his underwear out of the way of the mechanism. He raises his hand to your face.

“Spit” he demands.

You spit into his hand, and he reaches down and coats himself, stroking from base to tip, ensuring he is full covered. You see him as he watches you, the lust in his face and twitch in his body as he takes in your magnificence. To see you so available to him made him twitch once more. The confident, intelligent, strong woman that you were, immobilised in a machine intended fully for his pleasure. It was almost too much.

“I am afraid Miss (Y/N) that this use of the hex machine will be entirely for my benefit. I am going to detail the order of events as I am sure you will be as curious as I about the capabilities of a machine like this.”

He speaks deliberately as he continues to stroke himself.

“Firstly, I am going to prepare us both, then I am going to fuck you. Then I am going to demonstrate the true purpose of the machine. Is this understood?”

You nod.

“Obedient and obliging, my perfect experiment.”

Viktor raises two fingers to his mouth, coating them with his tongue before lowering them to you and inserting them slowly. You feel them stretching you. With the position the machine is forcing you into, they feel deeper than usual. He has engineered perfect comfort, perfect utility, perfect sex. He quickens and you watch as his forearms move in rhythm, the arms of his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You feel yourself soak his fingers. He notices, acknowledges your readiness. Viktor lines himself up with your entrance, carefully considering the angle and familiarising himself with the heights of the machine.

“Are you sure this is comfortable?” He asks, “If you need any adjustments, I can fix it.”

“I am as comfortable as I can be with you pressing into me like that,” You hiss, trying to push forwards to allow him to enter.

“Patience” He chuckles, mockingly pushing against you so you can feel only the tip.

“Viktor please.” You plead, pushing forwards again to try to use the rocking motion of the swing to enlighten you.

“Besides, if you wanted to use force to get what you want, you would have to push-“At this, Viktor firmly pushes you, “backwards.”

You swing backwards, swooping back forwards in opposite motion, landing straight in alignment with him, he enters you fully and you both choke out in moaned surprise. As you are fully filled with him, he grabs your thighs, stabilising the swing. He holds you firmly, grinding into you with his hips, finding deeper depth and stretching you, before pushing you backwards once more.

With each thrust timed perfectly and with Viktor keeping his balance with the strenuous lifting handled, he fucks you with complete energy and passion, bouncing you on him with force. You are struggling to catch your breath, being batted from airborne to filled within seconds repeatedly.

“Oh fuck (Y/N), this is even better than I had imagined”

You were held firm by the restraints holding you up, with your view of Viktor using you to your full capabilities, immobilised like some poor fly in a spider’s web. The slapping of the two of your bodies coincided with your vocalised pleasure. The wet sounds filled the lab. It sounded absolutely indecent. You wondered at which point Jayce figured out the machines purpose. You wondered if Viktor explained it to him, or if he left the room in blushed hurry as he slowly realised his friends’ intentions - all his hard work, just to convert you into an easily accessed object for his pleasure.

Viktor continues to thrust and push and watching him work himself in and out of you has your release building. The growls that are escaping his throat are raw and needy.

“I’m going to fill you”, he insists, “I will have you walk away from here dripping, do you understand?”

“Yes!” You cry out, “please, I need it.”

‘Need what?”

“Need you.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck, you Viktor. I want you to fill me.”

At your request, he slams into you hard, and harder and harder, until he’s panting and sweating and right on the edge. His hips are doing all the work, and his free hand is wandering and desperate. He gropes at you, trailing over your breasts, before settling on your neck lightly.

“You are mine. All of you is mine, the only thing I will share you with are my inventions”

You do your best to clench your internal muscles around him, trying to pull him into you, trying to regain some control in this domination he is offering you, trying to send him over the edge prematurely. You give in, relaxing your core, allowing him to take you exactly how he pleases.

“I am yours, Viktor.”

He halts your movement on the last swing, securing himself deeply to the base inside of you before releasing, filling you fully. His eyes roll back in pleasure. Viktor is gasping for breath as he put all his strength into the final thrust, he uses the frame to steady himself. He kisses your forehead, peppering your face and lips too before slowly pulling out. You feel the hot rush of his warmth seep out, dripping down your entrance and onto the lab floor. You feel desperate for your release. The final few thrusts have left you wanting and needy.

“Viktor, please, please I’m not done.”

“I told you to be patient.” He smirks, mesmerised by watching you drip. He steps away from the machine, altering the rail along the bottom. He approaches his desk, removing something from a box. His back is to you, though as he turns you make out the shape and length of a very familiar object. He mounts the dildo to the rig before adjusting it once more, this time lining it up with your entrance. He returns to his desk, retrieving a controller.

“I can assure you, (Y/N), you will be more than satisfied.” He presses the button and humorously announces, “Behold the power of the hex machine.”

The machine whirs and the dildo begins to thrust, mimicking Viktor’s pace. It lubricates itself using the joint wetness that pools inside of you and slides in and out with ease. Viktor seats himself at his desk chair, shuffling along to you to achieve a better view. The dildo is smothered, foaming and relentless, a perfect imitation of Viktor. He reclines in satisfaction, legs propped up, as you are overwhelmed over and over and over again.

“Machines supplement where human biology fails us. Let’s see how long you last, Miss (Y/N).”

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Maturity Test Part 1

The waiting room buzzed with a nervous energy, a mix of anticipation and dread that hung thick in the air. Rebecca fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers tracing the lace pattern absentmindedly. Beside her, Olaf was tapping his foot, his face a careful mask of indifference, though the slight tremor in his leg betrayed his unease. Anna, the calmest of the trio, sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her posture straight, and her expression serene.

At twenty years old, they had all reached the first critical milestone in their lives—the Maturity Test. Every person was required to take it at twenty, and then every five years after that. The test was designed to determine their place in society, not just in terms of their roles and responsibilities, but their very lifestyle. No one knew exactly how the test worked; it was a closely guarded secret, passed down through generations, the results shaping the course of every citizen’s life.

A door at the far end of the room opened with a quiet hiss, and a woman in a crisp white lab coat stepped out. “Rebecca Green,” she called, her voice soft but commanding.

Rebecca stood up, smoothing her dress one last time before following the woman through the door. Olaf and Anna exchanged a glance, but neither said anything. What was there to say? They had all grown up together, gone through school together, and now this test would decide their futures.

The door closed behind Rebecca, sealing her into a small, sterile room. A single chair sat in the center, facing a large screen. The woman gestured for her to sit.

“Relax, Rebecca,” the woman said, her tone soothing. “This will only take a few minutes.”

Rebecca nodded, though her heart was pounding in her chest. She sat down, the chair surprisingly comfortable. The screen in front of her flickered to life, displaying a series of images, words, and scenarios. Rebecca tried to focus, answering the questions as they appeared, making decisions, reacting to scenarios, all while trying to keep calm.

After what felt like both an eternity and only a few seconds, the screen went black. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of machinery. Rebecca’s hands gripped the armrests of the chair, her knuckles white.

Finally, the screen lit up again, displaying a single word in bold letters.

TODDLER

Rebecca stared at the word, her mind reeling. Toddler? What did that mean? But before she could process it, the door behind her opened again, and the woman in the lab coat re-entered, this time accompanied by a man in a similar uniform. He held a small bundle in his hands.

“Rebecca, your classification is toddler,” the woman said, her voice still calm. “This means that, from now on, your lifestyle will be adjusted to fit your new status. This includes, but is not limited to, the wearing of diapers, a supervised environment, and the cessation of adult responsibilities.”

The man stepped forward, handing her the bundle. It was soft, wrapped in pastel-colored fabric. Rebecca’s hands trembled as she took it, unfolding it to reveal a thick, padded diaper. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Your new caretaker will meet you shortly to explain everything,” the woman continued. “Please follow the attendant, and they will guide you to your new quarters.”

Rebecca could barely move, her mind swirling with confusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of resignation. She was led out of the room, clutching the diaper to her chest like a lifeline.

As she passed by the waiting room, she caught Olaf’s eye. He gave her a tight, sympathetic smile, but there was nothing he could say. Anna, still composed, offered a small nod, acknowledging Rebecca’s fate.

The door closed behind her, leaving Olaf and Anna in silence once more.

“Olaf Lindstrom,” the same woman called, and Olaf rose to his feet. He walked through the door, his heart pounding in his ears.

The process was much the same. The questions, the scenarios, the flashing images on the screen. But Olaf’s mind kept wandering back to Rebecca, to the diaper in her hands, to the word TODDLER that had flashed on the screen. Was that really her future now? What would his be?

When the screen finally settled on his classification, Olaf felt his heart skip a beat.

PRESCHOOLER

The woman re-entered the room, but this time she held something different—a package of pull-ups, adorned with cartoon characters and bright colors.

“Olaf, your classification is preschooler,” she said. “This means that while you have some independence, you will still require supervision and assistance with certain tasks. You will wear these pull-ups, and your activities will be limited to those appropriate for your status.”

Olaf stared at the pull-ups, a strange mix of relief and disappointment washing over him. He wasn’t a toddler like Rebecca, but he wasn’t classified as an adult either. He was stuck in some in-between stage, not quite a baby, but not fully independent.

He was led out of the room, clutching the pull-ups. When he passed the waiting area, Anna’s eyes met his, her expression unreadable. She offered him a small, reassuring smile, but Olaf could see the concern behind it. They had all known that their futures would be decided today, but none of them had expected it to be so drastic.

Finally, it was Anna’s turn. She walked into the room with her head held high, her steps confident. The test followed the same pattern—questions, images, scenarios—but Anna’s mind was calm, focused. She had always been the responsible one, the one who took care of her friends, who excelled in school, who made the right decisions.

When the screen displayed her classification, Anna felt a sense of vindication.

ADULT

The woman in the lab coat entered, holding nothing this time. She simply smiled at Anna, a warm, approving smile.

“Anna, your classification is adult,” she said. “You will continue to live as you have, with full responsibilities and privileges. You have passed your Maturity Test.”

Anna nodded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. But as she left the room, her thoughts drifted back to Rebecca and Olaf, to the diaper and the pull-ups, to the new lives they were about to lead.

As Anna walked out of the room, she glanced back at the door where Rebecca and Olaf had exited. Her heart ached for her friends, especially for Rebecca, who had been reduced to a toddler by the system. But she knew there was nothing she could do. The classifications were final, and everyone had to live by them.

As she continued down the street, Anna silently vowed to check in on Rebecca and Olaf, to be there for them despite the gulf that had just opened between their lives. Because while the system had classified them differently, they were still her friends, and she wouldn’t let that change.

Anna walked up to the familiar house, the one she had visited so many times before, yet it felt different now. It had been two years since the Maturity Test, and so much had changed. She had just finished her BSc, an accomplishment she was proud of, but now that she was back home, she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation about reconnecting with her old friends, especially Olaf.

As she approached the front door, Anna could hear muffled laughter from inside. She knocked gently, and within moments, the door swung open to reveal a beaming Olaf. He looked almost the same as she remembered, but there was something different about his demeanor—something softer, less assured.

"Anna!" Olaf exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he pulled her into a warm hug. "It’s so good to see you!"

"You too, Olaf!" Anna replied, hugging him back tightly. "It’s been way too long."

Olaf stepped aside to let her in, and as Anna entered the house, she noticed the subtle changes. The living room had a more childlike vibe now, with toys neatly arranged in one corner and colorful educational posters on the walls. A large stuffed animal sat on the couch, and there was a faint scent of baby powder in the air.

Olaf looked a little different too. His clothes were casual, a bit more childlike than she remembered—loose overalls and a bright, playful t-shirt. And there was a visible outline beneath his overalls that hinted at something... padded.

Lilly appeared from the kitchen, wearing a soft smile and holding a tray of snacks. She looked every bit the doting caregiver, dressed in comfortable clothes that belied her new role in Olaf’s life.

"Anna, it’s so great to see you again," Lilly said warmly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "I’ve heard so much about how well you’ve been doing."

"Thanks, Lilly," Anna replied, returning the smile. "It’s good to be back home, even if just for a bit."

Olaf began chatting animatedly about his life, clearly eager to share.

“So, I’m in preschool now,” Olaf said, his voice carrying a mix of pride and something else—a hint of embarrassment, maybe? “It’s... well, it’s different from what I thought I’d be doing, but I’ve made some really good friends there.”

Anna nodded, listening intently. “That’s great, Olaf. What kind of stuff do you do in preschool?”

“Oh, you know, we have story time, arts and crafts, and lots of outdoor play,” Olaf said, his eyes lighting up as he talked about the games they played. “It’s really fun, actually. And we have nap time after lunch, which is... kind of nice.”

Lilly chuckled softly, ruffling Olaf’s hair. “He’s the star of the class, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Olaf blushed deeper, looking down at his juice box. “I guess...”

Anna smiled, sensing the comfort yet slight awkwardness Olaf felt in this dynamic. “Sounds like you’re doing great, Olaf. It’s good to see you so happy.”

But then Lilly’s expression turned slightly mischievous. “Olaf, why don’t you tell Anna about that big milestone you hit last year?”

"And, uh," Olaf continued, his tone shifting slightly as he glanced at Lilly, "I also... well, I passed 'Unpotty Training I' last year."

Anna blinked, taking in the information. She had heard of Unpotty Training classes but hadn’t really considered what that meant for someone like Olaf. The idea of Olaf, her old friend who used to be so independent, having accidents like a toddler was hard to wrap her mind around.

Lilly, however, looked absolutely delighted. "He did so well in that class," she said proudly, as if discussing an academic achievement. "He’s such a good boy. He was one of the first in his class to have real accidents."

Olaf squirmed in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "I-I guess..."

Anna glanced at Lilly, noticing the way she gently but firmly guided Olaf’s behavior. There was a subtle push and pull in their dynamic—Olaf trying to hold on to his independence and maturity, while Lilly seemed eager to encourage his regression. It was an intriguing contrast.

“That’s... really interesting,” Anna said, trying to be supportive while still processing the situation.

Lilly smiled, sensing Anna’s curiosity. “Olaf’s doing great in his preschool class, and he’s learning to embrace this new phase of his life. But, of course, I’m here to help him with whatever he needs.”

Olaf looked at Anna, his expression somewhere between pride and a plea for understanding. “It’s been... different, but Lilly’s been really supportive. She... she helps me a lot.”

Anna watched the interaction, noting how Lilly’s influence seemed to be gently guiding Olaf further away from the maturity he was trying to cling to. It was clear that Lilly enjoyed her role as a caregiver—no, as Mommy.

"So, what happens after these five years?" Anna asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Lilly’s eyes gleamed slightly as she looked at Olaf. "Well, after five years, we all take the Maturity Test again. Depending on how things go, Olaf might stay a preschooler, or... maybe he’ll move on to the next smaller stage."

Olaf’s blush deepened as he looked down at his hands. "I don’t want to move backward, Anna. I want to stay a preschooler... or maybe even move up, if I can."

Lilly chuckled softly, clearly amused by his determination. "We’ll see, sweetie. There’s no rush. For now, let’s just focus on enjoying where you are."

Olaf looked up at her, his expression a mix of resignation and affection. "Yeah... I guess you’re right."

Anna walked through the bright, cheerfully decorated halls of the regression school nursery, a place she never imagined visiting until now. She hadn’t seen Rebecca since before her classification, and she wasn't sure what to expect. The walls were lined with colorful murals, depicting scenes of playful animals and idyllic nature, clearly designed to be soothing and engaging for the residents. The soft hum of lullabies played in the background, adding to the nursery’s serene atmosphere.

Finally, she reached the room number she had been given and knocked gently on the door. A moment later, it swung open, and Anna was greeted by a young woman with a warm smile, dressed in a uniform that marked her as one of the caregivers.

“Hello, you must be Anna,” the caregiver said kindly. “Rebecca’s been talking about your visit all week. She’s just inside, playing with her toys.”

Anna smiled back, feeling a mix of emotions—anticipation, curiosity, and a twinge of sadness as she stepped into the room. It was spacious, filled with soft, pastel-colored furniture, and various toys scattered across the floor. In the middle of it all sat Rebecca, her back to the door, completely absorbed in stacking brightly colored blocks into a wobbly tower.

Rebecca was dressed in a simple shirt with a cartoon character printed on the front, and Anna’s eyes were immediately drawn to the diaper peeking out from beneath it. The thick padding crinkled softly as Rebecca shifted.

“Becky,” Anna called softly, using the childhood nickname that felt oddly appropriate now.

Rebecca turned around, her face lighting up with a broad, innocent smile that made her look younger than her twenty-two years. “Anna!” she squealed, dropping the blocks and crawling over to her friend. When she reached Anna, she wrapped her arms around her legs in an enthusiastic hug, her diaper crinkling loudly with the movement.

“Hi, Becky,” Anna said, crouching down to return the hug. She was struck by how different Rebecca seemed. The way she moved, the way she looked up at Anna with wide, expectant eyes—it was as if Rebecca had truly turned into the toddler she had been classified as.

“Wanna play blocks with me?” Rebecca asked, her voice slightly lisped, whether naturally or from the regression, Anna wasn’t sure. “I’m makin’ a big tower!”

Anna smiled gently. “Sure, I’d love to.” She sat down on the plush rug next to Rebecca, who immediately returned to her task of stacking blocks, her small tongue poking out in concentration.

As they played, Anna observed her friend closely. Rebecca’s mannerisms were so childlike—the way she clapped her hands in delight when the tower didn’t fall over, the way she babbled excitedly about the different colors and shapes of the blocks. It was clear that Rebecca had regressed quite a bit since her classification.

“So, Becky,” Anna started, picking up a block and turning it over in her hands, “how have you been? Do you like it here?”

Rebecca nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing with the movement. “Yeah! It’s so fun! I get to play all day, an’ the caregivers are really nice. They give me cookies when I’m good!”

Anna smiled, though there was a hint of sadness behind it. “That sounds nice. And you’re happy?”

“Uh-huh!” Rebecca chirped, not a care in the world as she continued stacking her blocks. “I don’t hafta worry ‘bout big girl stuff anymore.”

Anna nodded, watching Rebecca with a mix of concern and curiosity. The girl in front of her was so different from the Rebecca she once knew—carefree, unburdened, but also entirely dependent on the nursery and its routines. It was a stark contrast to Anna’s own life, where responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders every day.

As they continued to play, Anna couldn’t help but notice something strange—Rebecca’s diaper, which had been dry when she arrived, was still dry. She had been there for nearly three hours, and Rebecca hadn’t shown any signs of needing a change. It struck Anna as odd, considering everything she’d heard about regression schools and their “residents.”

But as the hours passed, Anna started to see small signs. Rebecca would squirm a little more, shift her weight from side to side, and occasionally pause in the middle of talking or playing, as if she was distracted by something. Anna noticed but didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass her friend.

Finally, after about three hours, Rebecca paused mid-sentence, her eyes going wide for a moment. She looked down at her diaper, then back up at Anna, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. “Uh-oh...” she mumbled softly, her voice tinged with both embarrassment and a hint of relief.

Anna watched as the colorful designs on Rebecca’s diaper began to fade, the telltale sign of it absorbing wetness. There was a faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and then Rebecca sighed softly, a look of contentment spreading across her face.

“I did a pee-pee,” Rebecca said quietly, almost to herself, as she absentmindedly patted the front of her now-soggy diaper. There was no shame in her voice, just a simple acknowledgment of what had happened.

Anna reached out, gently rubbing Rebecca’s back. “It’s okay, Becky. Do you want me to get someone to change you?”

Rebecca shook her head, leaning into Anna’s touch. “No, it’s okay. I’m comfy.”

Anna continued to rub her back, noticing how Rebecca seemed completely at ease with her situation. "You really seem to enjoy it here," Anna said softly.

Rebecca’s smile faltered for a moment as she looked down at her soggy diaper, then back up at Anna. "Well... I heard that if I'm a good little girl and don't put up a fuss, they might let me grow back up before the next... matur... matuwity... test," she said, struggling with the word.

Anna’s eyes widened slightly. “Maturity test?”

Rebecca nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. “Uh-huh! If I’m a good girl and don’t make a fuss, maybe when it’s time for the test again, I can grow back up!”

Anna’s heart ached a little as she listened. It was clear that Rebecca had latched onto the idea, hoping that by being the perfect little toddler, she might get a chance to return to her previous life. Anna wasn’t sure if that was really how it worked, but she didn’t want to burst Rebecca’s bubble.

“That’s a good plan, Becky,” Anna said softly, pulling her friend into a gentle hug. “You’re doing great.”

Rebecca beamed up at her, the simple praise enough to make her day.

[testing-services]

The Role of Fabric Testing Labs in the Apparel Industry

The apparel industry is one of the largest and most dynamic sectors in the global economy, contributing billions of dollars annually. As fashion trends evolve and consumer expectations increase, the demand for high-quality fabrics has never been higher. The need for ensuring fabric safety, durability, and overall performance is essential for the success of apparel manufacturers. This is where fabric testing labs play a critical role. Fabric testing labs ensure that the fabrics used in clothing meet required standards for quality, safety, and durability, which ultimately impacts the quality of the finished products.

In this blog, we will delve into the crucial role fabric testing lab play in the apparel industry, focusing on how they ensure fabric quality, safety, compliance with regulations, and help brands maintain consumer trust.

What is a Fabric Testing Lab?

A fabric testing lab is a facility where fabrics are tested for various attributes, including physical properties, durability, safety, and performance characteristics. These labs employ a range of testing methods and standards to evaluate materials before they are used in the production of garments. These tests ensure that fabrics meet industry standards and regulatory requirements while also safeguarding consumers from potentially harmful materials.

Fabric testing labs play a key role in every stage of the apparel manufacturing process—from initial fabric sourcing to the final product reaching consumers. These labs focus on testing fabrics for various aspects such as colorfastness, strength, durability, shrinkage, chemical composition, and allergenic properties.

Why Fabric Testing is Crucial for the Apparel Industry

In the competitive apparel industry, the quality of fabric directly impacts the brand's reputation and consumer satisfaction. The importance of fabric testing cannot be overstated. Here are several reasons why fabric testing is essential:

Quality Assurance: The primary goal of fabric testing is to ensure that fabrics meet the necessary quality standards. Testing verifies that fabrics are durable, comfortable, and free from defects such as irregularities in texture or strength. This process guarantees that apparel made from these fabrics will perform well over time.

Consumer Safety: In addition to quality, fabric testing ensures that fabrics are safe to use. Harmful chemicals, allergens, and other toxic substances can be present in fabric, especially in fast fashion items. Fabric testing labs help detect and eliminate these substances, ensuring the safety of consumers.

Regulatory Compliance: The apparel industry is heavily regulated, especially when it comes to the use of chemicals in textiles. Fabric testing labs ensure that fabrics comply with international standards, such as the OEKO-TEX® Standard 100, REACH regulations, and other safety guidelines.

Brand Integrity: In an era of increasing consumer awareness, fabric testing is essential for brands to maintain consumer trust. A brand that produces garments with high-quality, safe fabrics gains a reputation for reliability, leading to better consumer loyalty.

Cost Savings: Testing fabrics before they are used in apparel production can help brands identify potential issues early in the process. This reduces the chances of costly recalls or rework later in the manufacturing cycle, saving both time and money.

Key Tests Conducted in Fabric Testing Labs

Fabric testing labs conduct various tests to ensure fabrics meet the required standards. These tests are essential in ensuring that the fabric performs as expected in different conditions and does not pose any risks to consumers. Below are some of the most common fabric tests performed:

1. Physical Properties Testing

One of the primary tests conducted in fabric testing labs is the assessment of a fabric’s physical properties, including:

Tensile Strength: Measures the fabric’s ability to withstand pulling or stretching forces without breaking. This test ensures that garments made from the fabric are durable and can withstand everyday use.

Abrasion Resistance: Evaluates the fabric’s ability to resist wear and tear from friction. This test is particularly important for fabrics used in activewear, outerwear, and other garments that undergo constant movement.

Pilling Resistance: Tests how the fabric holds up against the formation of small balls of fiber (pills) on its surface after friction. This is essential for ensuring that garments look fresh and new even after multiple wears and washes.

2. Colorfastness Testing

Colorfastness refers to a fabric’s ability to retain its color when exposed to various conditions, such as washing, rubbing, and exposure to sunlight. Fabric testing labs assess the following types of colorfastness:

Washing Fastness: Measures the fabric’s resistance to fading or bleeding when washed.

Light Fastness: Tests the fabric’s resistance to color change when exposed to light.

Rubbing Fastness: Assesses how well the fabric holds its color when subjected to friction, such as during normal wear or when it comes into contact with other materials.

These tests are vital to ensure that garments maintain their aesthetic appeal over time and do not stain other clothing or materials.

3. Chemical Safety Testing

Chemicals used in the production of fabrics—such as dyes, flame retardants, and finishing agents—can pose health risks to consumers. Fabric testing labs conduct tests to detect harmful chemicals and ensure that fabrics meet safety regulations. These tests include:

Formaldehyde Testing: Formaldehyde is commonly used in fabric finishing to reduce wrinkles and shrinkage, but it can cause skin irritation and other health issues. Fabric testing labs measure formaldehyde content to ensure compliance with safety limits.

Heavy Metal Testing: Heavy metals like lead, cadmium, and mercury can be present in fabrics, particularly in dyed or printed textiles. These metals can be toxic and pose serious health risks. Testing for heavy metals ensures that garments are safe for consumer use.

Pesticide Residue Testing: Fabrics made from natural fibers like cotton may have pesticide residues. Testing ensures that these residues are within acceptable limits to prevent allergic reactions or skin irritation.

4. Shrinkage and Dimensional Stability Testing

Shrinkage testing measures how much fabric will shrink after washing or exposure to heat. This is especially important for apparel that is expected to retain its shape and size after multiple washes, such as cotton t-shirts or wool sweaters. Fabric testing labs assess dimensional stability, which ensures that the fabric does not shrink excessively or lose its shape over time.

5. Flame Retardancy Testing

For fabrics used in certain types of apparel, such as uniforms for industrial workers or children's clothing, flame retardancy is a critical safety feature. Fabric testing labs test fabrics for flame resistance to ensure they meet the necessary safety standards. Fabrics that are flame-resistant are treated with special chemicals that delay or prevent the spread of fire, providing an extra layer of safety for wearers.

The Impact of Fabric Testing Labs on the Apparel Industry

Fabric testing labs not only contribute to the quality and safety of fabrics but also have a significant impact on the apparel industry in the following ways:

1. Improved Consumer Confidence

As consumers become more knowledgeable about fabric safety and quality, their expectations for textile products have risen. Testing fabrics for potential allergens, chemical residues, and durability ensures that consumers receive products that are both safe and reliable. This builds trust and strengthens the brand-consumer relationship.

2. Compliance with Global Standards

As apparel brands expand into international markets, they must adhere to global regulations and standards. Fabric testing labs ensure that fabrics meet international standards such as the OEKO-TEX® Standard 100 or Global Organic Textile Standard (GOTS), helping brands maintain compliance across multiple regions.

3. Innovation and Sustainability

Fabric testing labs play a key role in supporting sustainable practices in the apparel industry. By testing innovative fabrics made from sustainable materials or eco-friendly processes, testing labs help brands assess the environmental impact of their products. This drives innovation and the adoption of greener materials and production methods.

Conclusion

Fabric testing labs are an integral part of the apparel industry. They help ensure that fabrics are safe, durable, and high-quality, which directly impacts the performance and safety of the final products. From ensuring chemical safety and shrinkage resistance to testing for durability and colorfastness, these labs contribute significantly to the industry’s success. By working closely with manufacturers, fabric testing labs help create garments that meet consumer expectations, comply with regulations, and foster long-term brand loyalty. As the apparel industry continues to evolve, the role of fabric testing labs will remain critical in driving quality and safety standards to new heights.

[best-testing-lab-uae]

The Importance of Fabric Testing in Abu Dhabi’s Growing Fashion Industry

Abu Dhabi’s fashion industry is experiencing remarkable growth, driven by its burgeoning market and increasing global influence. As the city cements its status as a fashion hub, ensuring the quality and compliance of textiles has become more critical than ever. Fabric testing labs play a crucial role in this landscape, providing essential services that support manufacturers in delivering high-quality, safe, and compliant products. This blog explores the importance of fabric testing in Abu Dhabi’s expanding fashion industry and highlights how these labs contribute to the sector's success.

1. Ensuring Product Quality

In a competitive fashion market, the quality of textiles is paramount. Fabric testing lab in Abu Dhabi help manufacturers maintain high standards by conducting comprehensive tests that assess various properties of textiles.

Key Quality Tests:

Mechanical Properties: Testing for tensile strength, abrasion resistance, and tear resistance ensures that fabrics can withstand regular use and maintain their integrity.

Colorfastness: Evaluating how well textiles retain their color when exposed to washing, light, or friction is crucial for maintaining the aesthetic appeal of fashion products.

Performance Characteristics: Assessing attributes like moisture-wicking, UV protection, and thermal insulation helps ensure that fabrics meet the functional needs of consumers.

By providing detailed analysis and verification, fabric testing labs ensure that textiles meet the desired quality standards, which is essential for building consumer trust and brand reputation.

2. Compliance with Regulatory Standards

Abu Dhabi’s fashion industry operates under strict regulatory frameworks that govern textile safety, environmental impact, and labeling requirements. Fabric testing labs play a vital role in helping manufacturers comply with these regulations.

Regulatory Compliance:

Chemical Safety: Testing for harmful substances such as formaldehyde, azo dyes, and heavy metals is crucial for ensuring that textiles are safe for consumers. Compliance with local and international safety standards helps prevent health risks and legal issues.

Labeling Requirements: Accurate labeling of textiles, including fiber content and care instructions, is mandatory. Testing labs verify that labels meet regulatory requirements, helping manufacturers avoid penalties and ensure transparency.

Environmental Standards: With increasing focus on sustainability, testing labs assess the environmental impact of textiles, including the use of eco-friendly materials and manufacturing processes.

By ensuring that textiles adhere to regulatory standards, fabric testing labs help manufacturers navigate the complex regulatory landscape and achieve market acceptance.

3. Supporting Innovation and Sustainability

As the fashion industry evolves, there is a growing emphasis on innovation and sustainability. Fabric testing labs in Abu Dhabi support these trends by providing testing services that cater to new and sustainable textile technologies.

Innovation in Textiles:

Performance Fabrics: Testing labs evaluate advanced materials designed for specific functions, such as moisture-wicking sportswear or thermal insulation for outdoor apparel. These tests ensure that innovative fabrics meet performance expectations and provide the desired benefits.

Smart Textiles: With the rise of smart textiles that incorporate technology, testing labs assess functionalities like conductivity and data transmission. This ensures that these cutting-edge fabrics operate effectively and meet industry standards.

Sustainability Testing:

Eco-Friendly Materials: Testing labs verify the use of sustainable materials, such as organic cotton or recycled fibers, and assess their impact on the environment.

Certifications: Labs provide certifications for eco-friendly practices, such as OEKO-TEX® or Global Organic Textile Standard (GOTS), helping manufacturers demonstrate their commitment to sustainability.

By supporting innovation and sustainability, fabric testing labs enable manufacturers to stay competitive and meet evolving consumer demands.

4. Facilitating Market Entry and Global Trade

For manufacturers aiming to enter international markets, fabric testing labs in Abu Dhabi provide essential support in achieving global trade compliance and market acceptance.

Global Certifications:

International Standards: Testing labs offer certifications recognized worldwide, such as ISO or ASTM, which are crucial for exporting textiles to global markets. These certifications demonstrate adherence to international quality and safety standards.

Export Documentation: Labs provide detailed reports and documentation required for regulatory approvals and market entry. Accurate documentation helps streamline the export process and facilitates smooth entry into international markets.

By providing the necessary certifications and documentation, fabric testing labs help manufacturers expand their reach and successfully compete in the global fashion industry.

5. Enhancing Brand Reputation and Consumer Trust

In the fashion industry, brand reputation and consumer trust are critical factors for success. Fabric testing labs contribute to building and maintaining a positive brand image by ensuring the quality, safety, and compliance of textiles.

Consumer Assurance:

Quality Assurance: Testing labs provide validation of fabric quality, which reassures consumers that the products they purchase are durable and reliable.

Safety Assurance: By verifying that textiles are free from harmful chemicals, testing labs help build consumer trust and ensure the safety of fashion products.

Transparency: Accurate testing and certification provide transparency regarding the composition and quality of textiles, enhancing brand credibility and fostering consumer loyalty.

By supporting quality assurance, safety, and transparency, fabric testing labs play a key role in enhancing brand reputation and consumer trust.

6. Streamlining Production Processes

Efficient and effective production processes are crucial for the success of textile manufacturers. Fabric testing labs assist in optimizing production by providing insights and recommendations based on testing results.

Process Improvement:

Material Selection: Testing labs help manufacturers select the best materials for their products by providing detailed information on fabric properties and performance.

Quality Control: Regular testing throughout the production process helps identify and address quality issues early, reducing the risk of defects and ensuring consistent product quality.

By offering valuable insights and recommendations, fabric testing labs contribute to more efficient and effective production processes.

Conclusion

Fabric testing is a fundamental component of Abu Dhabi’s growing fashion industry, supporting manufacturers in ensuring quality, regulatory compliance, innovation, and market success. The top fabric testing labs in the city provide essential services that help navigate the complexities of textile testing, from meeting local and international standards to facilitating global trade and enhancing brand reputation.

As Abu Dhabi continues to thrive as a fashion hub, fabric testing labs will remain crucial partners for manufacturers aiming to deliver high-quality, safe, and compliant textiles. By leveraging the expertise and services of these labs, manufacturers can stay competitive, meet consumer expectations, and achieve long-term success in the dynamic fashion industry.

[deathbyathousandspiders]

hey! could you write something where tony accidentally finds out the reader, his daughter, and peter are dating? they’re both scared for his reaction but then he’s actually super cool about it :)

I LOVE STARK!READER !!

i got saucy w this one :,) my b

!!! 18+ MDNI !!!

content warnings — steamy peter make outs, light swearing, sexual content, suggestive dialogue.

✨masterlist✨.

2.1k.

Nothing could beat lazy Sundays at the compound. The whole team was either MIA, on a mission, or training, so every room fell still with serenity. It was the perfect time for you to stick your nose in a book, and lounge around the empty estate. Your father was off somewhere across the complex working on some gadget, which left you free to roam around wherever you wanted.

Your hair gently tickled your bare shoulders as you tied it up, laying your book face–open on the kitchen island so that you could keep reading and grab a snack. The air conditioning nipped at the skin exposed from your minimal clothing; your black–cropped tank top and favorite pair of shorts didn’t protect you from the artificial frost in the air, but it certainly helped with the heat when you stepped outside.

Just before your hands fell back to your book, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Their shape and placement was something so familiar, the touch brought you more comfort than startle. Cedarwood and bergamot were quick to fill your nose whilst your boyfriend’s head craned into the base of your neck. His fingers locked to the belt loops of your shorts, tugging you back into him so that he could feel more of you.

“I’ve been looking for you..” His voice was throaty. Needy. The pads of his thumbs traced tiny circles into either of your hips, gently pressing further into your skin when your hand stretched up to comb through his fluffy brown curls. His affection and body heat were a welcomed company in the cold of the kitchen.

A smile found your face, even though Peter couldn’t see it from where he was. “I missed you too, baby.” Humming, your fingers scratched his scalp. “D’you know who’s here right now?” Your voice grew hushed, heart racing with the small adrenaline rush infiltrated your system.

“Your dad’s in his lab, Steve and Natasha are in the gym, and Vision’s with Wanda in the meeting room, but otherwise.. Everyone else’s out..” Peter’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke just above a whisper, his lips finding your collarbone. “Sam, Bucky, Thor..” In between each name, he placed another kiss on your neck, only inching higher. The more skin he nipped at, the more your fingers curled around his hair, curving your neck so that he had more access to you. “Bruce, Clint, Rhodey, Pepper…” His whispers sent shivers down your spine, especially as his left hand slid under the fabric of your shirt.

As Peter trailed kissed up to your jaw, a shuttered moan caught between your lips. You fought the urge to roll your hips back into his, knowing that you couldn’t finish what you were starting. If anybody found you two, your secret relationship would be out, and your dad would give you hell for it. “Peter.. We can’t…” You spoke breathlessly, tugging at his hair; it was an attempt to pull him from your body, but you didn’t try too hard.

His lips hovered over his favorite soft spot in the crevasse of your jawline, brushing his teeth along the surface of it just to rile you. It certainly didn’t help that he aimed his breathy chuckle right at it, but god did it feel good. “Why not?”

You huffed impatiently, eyes half lidded whilst your entire body anticipated the gentle brushing of his lips against your neck. His cooling fingers teased at the bottom of your left breast, testing waters you two hadn’t touched before. Sure, you’d let Peter Parker touch you like this plenty of times before, but never in the open like this. Never in the open where your secret could be outed.

“Cause I–” You felt the tug of Peter’s smirk against your skin at how worked up you were already getting. “I’m reading…” You knew that Peter was well aware of how secretive you needed to be. ‘Reading’ was merely just to give him a hard time.

He let out a quiet sigh, pressing a lingered kiss to your cheek. His thumb lightly rubbed at your rib cage beneath your shirt, but otherwise, he gave up his attempt. “You’re sure I can’t even get one kiss?” He asked, pouty even in his tone of voice.

You turned your head to look at him. Your eyes glanced at his lips just to tease him, “Over my dead body, Parker.” Your voice still sang out low, wanting nothing more than to taste him right then and there.

Peter’s face inched closer to yours, snickering quietly at your stubborn response. “Not if your dad kills me first..” He mused, voice still just as groveled as before. His lips nearly brushed against yours, but the sound of the floorboards outside of the kitchen made you both add three feet between you.

“Why would I kill you?” Your dad’s voice hummed nonchalant, as if he wasn’t interrupting such an intimate moment. He walked right through the thickening tension like it wasn’t the weight that it was. Tony’s focus seemed to be glued to his holographic wrist watch, completely oblivious to Peter’s hand slyly slipping out from under your black camisole.

You and Peter glanced at each other, astonished that he seemed so unfazed and unaware. Perhaps, your father didn’t hear as much of the conversation as you assumed he did. Maybe he truly was clueless to the blush coating your cheeks, and the timid bulge poking at the fly of Peter’s jeans.

“Uhh..” Peter lost every thought that occupied his brian. “Because I ate the last Pop Tart. I–I just figured you’d be upset.” Even he didn’t sound convinced about the excuse.

Finally, Tony looked up from his watch, eyeing you first, then Peter. This was the closest you two were to getting caught, and even though the AC was cranked fairly high, it felt like the air suddenly ran much cooler. Your heart was in your throat, easing a little when your father walked over and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Tony leaned back on the kitchen island beside you, crossing his arms over his Nirvana band–tee. “Lucky for you, kid, I’ve got a whole secret stash in my lab.” He spoke with his typical Tony tone, “I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

Little did you or Peter know that your father actually heard most of your conversation. How much of it? He’d never tell you. Tony Stark knew that you and Peter had the hots for each other for a long time. He was just waiting for both of you to come clean about the relationship, or for the perfect time for him to address it. He’d known for a while, but the longer it took, the more entertaining it was to act like he was oblivious to it. Now, how he found out about the relationship, he’d never tell that to you either.

“Are you calling my daughter a liar, Rogers?” Tony asked the blonde from across the pool table, watching as the captain missed the shot with no reaction.

Steve stood upright, stepping back so that Tony had room to make his turn. “No. No, Tony.” He started, “All I’m saying is that if Peter were chivalrous, he would ask you for your permission first. That’s all.”

The topic of the evening was why you and Peter both flaked out of game night. Ever since Sam joked that you could’ve been bailing to go out together, every conversation Tony had was directed on how likely the possibility truly was.

His eyes squinted at Steve, readjusting his cue and stance in one swift movement. He knew Steve was traditional, but sometimes, Tony forgot just how traditional he really was. “They don’t need my permission. They’re teenagers.” Tony creased his hips, focusing on the pool table for a second. “Besides,” with a faint clank, Tony knocked two balls in with one hit, “Maybe she asked him out. It’s the twenty–first century.”

Steve sighed with a slight twinge of annoyance, both at Tony’s coyness and his success in their game. He leaned on his cue like a cane, watching the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist walk around the table again. “Alright, fine.” Steve huffed. “But if they are out canoodling tonight, what are you going to do about it?”

A focused glare glistened in Tony’s eyes as he bent over to take the shot. He pulled the cue back a few times, pondering on both his turn and the question. If he made this shot correctly, he could win the whole game; if you and Peter were really out on a date, what would he do?

Tony shoved the wooden rod in his hand, acing the shot just like he calculated. He subtly smirked to himself, looking back at Steve to answer his question. “I’ll find a way to give them hell for it.”

And that, he was. Ever since he caught you and Peter getting frisky on the security system later that night. That conversation happened months ago, and Tony still managed to make both of you incredibly jittery. He wasn’t entirely sure why it was such a big deal to tell him, or why you’d kept it a secret for so long, but he knew sooner than later you’d find a way to tell him.

Little did he know, Peter Parker was finding his way onto your bedroom in the thick of night after patrols.

You unlocked the door to your balcony, welcoming him in with the kiss you meant to give him hours earlier. Hungrily, your lips clasped with his, getting drunk on his taste, and lacing your fingers in his hair. “God, I missed you..” You spoke between kisses.

“Missed you too, baby..” Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, finally able to relax in your presence.

Both of you took steps towards your bed, slow and steady to avoid the lack of contact. Peter’s mask was lost somewhere on your bedroom floor, and you wasted no time to press the button on his chest and strip him from the suit he’d been wearing.

Peter got to your bed first, sitting back on it and quickly helping you climb on top of him. His hands grasped every inch of you that they could — grazing your neck, squeezing at your hips, grabbing your ass, and now inching up your inner thigh as you straddled his lap. His hips arched up to meet yours, pressing up against you in a delicious way.

Tongues greeting each other, you both moaned into each other’s mouth. You couldn’t get enough of each other, and the foreplay only reminded you of how little patience you had for it. You didn’t just want Peter right now, you needed him. Inside you. The ache in your lower stomach felt throbbing, and you were confident that your arousal was already coating the fingers Peter had at your upper thigh.

Just as you both parted the kiss to catch your breath, your bedroom door abruptly opened, light invading the room. Your blood ran cold as your head snapped toward the door in time with Peter’s; you both met the casual stare of your father. Tony Stark stood in the doorframe, unfazed, in pajamas, toothbrush in his mouth.

The room fell quiet, apart from the sounds of the bristles cleaning Tony’s pearly whites, and the faint heavy breaths that you and Peter tried to catch.

Taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, Tony was the first to break the awkward, deafening, silence. “Hey, Kid.” Tony’s head nodded upwards, as though he were greeting Peter in public. Not like he was speaking nonchalantly to Peter, flushed, in boxers, sat beneath his daughter’s thighs. “Next time, can you use the front door so that I don’t have to disarm the security system?” Even if little he knew, little was still more than nothing.

Peter stared blankly at him, sure as hell that this had to be some nightmare he just hadn’t woken up from yet. He glanced at you, then swallowed the frog stuck in his throat. “Uh– uh, yep! Yeah, I–uh, I can do that!” He wasn’t sure why his voice always raised two octaves when he was nervous, but it definitely made this moment that much more amusing for Tony.

With a small smile, your dad grabbed the doorknob with his freehand. “Thanks.” He then put the toothbrush back in his mouth, slowly shutting the door. “Have fun! Use protection.” His words were muffled and spat due to having his mouth full, but he shut the door after that.

As awkward as it must’ve been for you and Peter, Tony found that moment to be as satisfying as he pictured it to be. Boy, he would give Peter the talking to of a lifetime in the morning, but it thrilled him to know that you’d found someone who made you so happy.

He didn’t see need to kill Peter either, after all.

[venus-haze]

You're My Best Friend (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: Homelander was a test tube baby, raised in isolation in a cold, clinical lab. But that doesn’t inspire America, does it? Vought tasks you with creating the idyllic backstory for its hero, and what starts as a limited comic run spirals out of control when Homelander himself demands your help in making the story a reality.

Note: Gender neutral reader, but no other descriptors are used. Based on a request by @crash-and-cure as well as a bastardization of one of the sweetest love songs ever written (sorry, John Deacon!) This got kinda meta? Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, I guess some gaslighting on Homelander’s part? Do not interact if you’re under 18.

When Vought hired you to create their long-awaited Homelander origin comic series, you were thrilled—until they gave you so little information about his childhood to work with, you weren’t even sure you could come up with one comic, let alone the ten they requested. The details about his childhood were minimal, not even a full printed page—a loving mom and dad, played baseball, did well in school, strong sense of justice from a young age, his friends called him “Johnny.” Your requests to meet with Homelander so you could get some stories from the man himself were constantly denied.

You almost considered dropping the project, until you decided to throw caution to the wind and pull from your own childhood and set it in good ol’ generic suburbia. Some of the storylines were based on your own experiences or things that had happened to people you’d grown up with, though you changed enough names and details to not link it to anyone in particular. Except yourself, of course. Using a pseudonym professionally meant you felt no need to change your own name in the comics. Sure, making your cooler fictionalized self Homelander’s childhood best friend was a bit self-indulgent, but no one would know, really.

To your relief, the editors at Vought loved your ideas, making minor changes before bringing the storylines to their comic artists to bring it to life. The result was Finding Homelander: A Boy’s Journey To Be a Hero. The issues flew off shelves when they were first released, ironically praised for their relatability and authenticity. Vought extended your contract, asking you to produce the cartoon adaptation and another ten issues.

Still, in all of that, you’d never met Homelander. A representative from Vought emailed you to let you know to tune in to his interview on a talk show one day, saying that he’d be talking more about the cartoon project on it. You recognized the host, Tracey, always chipper and having some extravagant giveaway for her audience members. Daytime TV was never your thing, though.

“I think what resonates with so many people is how relatable your childhood is,” Tracey said, holding up a copy of Finding Homelander issue #3, where he saved ‘you’ from getting hit in the face with a baseball at one of his games, catching it with ease. It’d been the happy ending to a short storyline of him struggling to find his place on the team and you encouraging him to not give up. “You and Y/N were pretty close, do you still keep in touch?”

“You know, Tracey, not as much as I’d like, unfortunately. Adulthood can be so busy, you need to cherish those childhood memories,” Homelander said. “I did give them a call when the comics first came out, and wow, the laughs we had over those old antics of ours. Talk about a walk down memory lane!”

You guessed the bullshitting was all part of the promotional circuit for Homelander. Knowing this childhood of his was your own fabrication, you couldn’t help but wonder what else about him was fake. Maybe he wanted to maintain his privacy, you could certainly understand that. You couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your mind that said it wasn’t so simple, that the narrative Vought pushed was a cover to hide something in Homelander’s past.

“Now, I’ve heard rumors of a cartoon show based on the comics in the making, is this true?”

“It is! I’m excited for this project, getting back to my ‘roots’ so to speak. I’ll be voicing myself, of course, but it’s funny you’d bring up Y/N, because they’ve agreed to voice themself, too.”

“How fun!” Tracey exclaimed over the roar of the talk show crowd’s applause and cheers. “I guess this is the hopeless romantic in me, but I hope this reconnection leads to something a little more. I’m just a sucker for childhood sweethearts!” 

Homelander laughed along with the host’s giggles, “Well, you never know.”

You balked at the television, mouth agape. Surely he couldn’t be talking about you. ‘Y/N’ could be anyone with your same features. Vought had probably hired a professional voice actor for the role and were pushing the authenticity angle. The whole situation felt odd. 

When you checked your work email again on your phone, you nearly dropped it on the floor. 

SUBJECT: Meeting with Homelander This Week

The email contained a list of days and times throughout the week wherein Homelander would be free, apparently wanting to meet you to thank you for the success of the comic series and discuss upcoming work. Yeah. That last part you sure as hell wanted to discuss too. You responded with the soonest time available, in a meeting room in Vought Tower the following evening. As soon as you hit ‘send’, you wondered what exactly you were getting yourself into.

Anticipation filled your gut as you went about your day leading up to meeting the supe himself. What would he be like, really be like? Was there even a version of Homelander that wasn’t hopelessly manufactured for the masses? You knew then that his upbringing was a lie, and thus stood the probability that so much else was, too. 

When you stepped into that meeting room, you hadn’t been expecting his face to light up at the sight of you. 

“Homelander, hi, it’s great to—“

“No need to be so formal, Y/N! You can call me Johnny, just like old times,” he said cheerfully, in on a joke you clearly hadn’t been aware of.

“Sorry, Johnny,” you said, playing along. “It’s great to see you again.”

He pulled you in for an unexpected hug that you returned. “Figured we should catch up before things really start getting crazy, don’t you think?”

You nodded, your nose brushing against him as you did so. Just as your lips parted to offer an apology, he smiled, shooing away the assistant who’d accompanied him out of the room. 

He sat down, motioning for you to do the same.

“Gotta say, I’m a fan of your work,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on, though.”

“What’s there to understand? I’m not allowed to know more about my best friend, our lives together growing up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Wasn’t hard for me to put two and two together, but considering everyone else around here has their head up their asses, they have no idea,” he said, before lowering his voice conspiratorially and giving you a charming smile. “I haven’t told anyone. What’s a secret between friends?”

You nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention on you. “What do you want to know?”

He sighed, resting his head on his hand. “Everything.”

So you told him. Not quite everything, of course, but enough to abate his curiosity. At least for the time being. His interviews were sharper, more specific with details rather than rattling off whatever had been in the comics. You watched in shock as convincing photos of his Little League days were posted to his social media accounts, anecdotes provided by his increasingly frequent conversations–or more like interrogation sessions–with you, but in his style, of course. It was almost scary what the graphic design team at Vought could accomplish, not that you’d ever know how, exactly, as they were all under the same strict NDA that you were.

He started spending more time with you, too, and after a while, it did seem like you were old friends. Part of you flinched whenever you called him Johnny, because Johnny wasn’t even real, but with your complacency, this fabrication was slowly morphing into a strikingly tangible memory. With each conversation, he drew you deeper into the world you’d been paid to create for him until you found yourself slipping up.

You’d been showing him a goofy stuffed monkey on your desk, a cute little thing with big sparkling eyes. A prize for getting two out of three at the ring toss. Probably spent more money winning it than it was actually worth, but it was about the effort, the memories made.

“You remember, don’t you? You won it for me at the county fair,” you said without thinking.

He laughed in agreement, as if he actually had. Except he hadn’t. Your high school boyfriend won it for you a week before graduation. Sensing the mood shift, he set down your prize and looked at you with the same intensity he had when you first met.

“It’s been a while since we were there, huh?” he said. “Why don’t we go back?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Go where?”

“Home.”

With a strong arm around your waist, he took off for your hometown. You could hardly tell which way was up or down, he was flying so high, but he didn’t seem to mind the way you clung to him at all. When he finally landed, you recognized the community baseball field where all of his fictional games were set. 

“Geez, it’s like nothing’s changed,” he said cheerfully.

You looked at him in disbelief. How long was he going to expect you to go along with it? Or maybe the question you should have been asking was, how long were you going to enable him? The end wasn’t anywhere in sight as he took your hand, and you walked him through your childhood, further enmeshing him in it until you arrived at the house you grew up in. 

The middle of the day, no one was home, and so you let yourselves in like you owned the place. Suddenly, the house seemed too small for a man like Homelander to occupy, but he was engrossed in the details of it. He scanned the kitchen, no doubt inspecting the contents of the fridge and cabinets with his x-ray vision. Moving onto the living room, he stared at photos on the wall, the magazines and DVDs that were strewn on the coffee table, giving away your parents’ taste in entertainment.

“Which one was your room again?” he asked.

You swore you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you wordlessly led him to your room. Each step down the hall felt dangerous, as if you were about to walk into a trap. Face-to-face with the closed door, you opened it, standing aside while Homelander looked around, from what you had hanging on the walls to the knick-knacks you’d left behind.

An uncomfortable tension settled over the room when Homelander closed the door of your childhood bedroom. An odd blend of hurt and amusement spread across his face as he observed the way you were eyeing him, body ready to fruitlessly run from him the way a rabbit would a hawk.

“C’mon, after how long we’ve been friends, I would never hurt you,” he said, as if reading your mind. “We’ve been through so much together. I mean, we were each other’s first kiss.”

You froze. Issue #9. That was something Vought’s editors had added, claiming a romance angle would make the series appeal to the younger female demographic. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

He slyly backed you into the wall, leaning over you as you slinked down the slightest bit.

“Show me how we did it,” he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. “So clumsy and nervous, I can even feel you…quivering.”

“Homelander, I don’t know what you’re—“

He tsked. “Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Johnny—“

He hummed in satisfaction. “It’s alright. I know it’s been a while.”

You let him kiss you, sweetly in a way that put your actual first kiss to shame. His lips were soft against yours, his tender movements intentional as he cradled your face, pulling you the slightest bit closer to him when you kissed him back. 

A sense of familiarity settled over you, warm and comforting like pulling a blanket out of the dryer on a chilly evening. Every time it seemed like you were beginning to overthink the situation with Homelander, he drew you back in with the kiss, a more than effective distraction until you pulled away with a dazed smile on your face.

[blackwoodwinter]

Kinktober/ Monstertober Day 2 Werewolf

Tw: vaginal fingering, humping, oral sex femal receiving, vaginal sex, knotting, multiple orgasm

Your a researcher studying monsters. Humans know little to nothing about monsters and its your job to find out. You given an internship and werewolves test subject to look over.

When you got accepted to work as an intern in a monster research facility you were determined to prove your worth and dedicate yourself to your research and supervisor.

You'd be under the wing of the head researchers in monster physiology and the thought made you buzz with excitement. Monsters are a known occurrence in your world but just how many or how they function still remains a mystery to regular people in the normal world. But here in the research facility you would change that and discover the secret of every monster.

You thought that wouldn't be a problem until they assigned your own test subject to look over. A massive werewolf named Amaris with golden eyes and soft fluffy brown and gray fur. After being subject to all sorts of experiments it was your job to make sure he was healthy, examine him, talk to him, feed him, pet him, comfort him.

Slowly your heart ached watching him locked in his cage, suddenly you didn't know if you were built to run this sort of research anymore. Time and time again you thought of handing him the key card and letting him escape, but you were just too conflicted. You wanted him to be free and get away but part of you didn't want to lose him. He was always so sweet he’d lick your hand and the gap between your fingers, his tongue wet and hot.

He was teasing you, you were sure, he'd sit on his knees looking up at you with his golden eyes, heavy with lashes giving you the sweetest bedroom eyes as he licked your fingers. Whine as you pet and scratch his ears, arching his back when you scratched it. Joke back when you talked about your day to him. Amaris loved your touch, the sound of your voice and he wanted you and everyone else to know it. He snarled and barked if any other intern tried to go near him and take over your job. He behaved well if it meant getting back to his room to be spoiled by you. Or he lash out on purpose to be comforted by you and bury his head in your lap demanding you pet and soothe him, his tail wagging smacking the floor content.

Once you forgot your lab coat in his room and Amaris spent the entire night getting high off your scent humping the pillow fervently with your coat wrapped around his face. His cock bounced on his pillow while his hand pumped his cock, squeezing his knot and wishing it was your cunt wrapped around it instead. By the end of the night his pillow was ruined and so was your coat along with his sense of shame. He threw away the pillow but kept your coat to comfort him for the rest of the month as he worthlessly jerked himself every night wishing it was you riding him instead. The nights passed and Amaris only felt his need for you to worsen when a full moon was approaching and Amaris knew he needed you, he needed to tell you how he felt. Every time you went to his cell to comfort him he'd struggle like a puppy in need of housebreaking to keep his cock in his pants and mount you.

Amaris was sure you'd seen his erection pressing through the fabric of his pants, at first he had the shame to cover himself and hide but as the full moon approached he seldom attempted to cover his cock straining the fabric at his crotch. He was sure you saw, he could smell your arousal thicker every day, sweet and musky drifting from that hidden place between your legs.

Finally it was the night of the full moon and he was rabid and feral. None of the researchers understood why, not that they could get near enough to find out why. As a last minute resort they decided to send you in to figure out why. The head researchers noticed Amaris strong preference for you and hoped he’d accept you and figure out why the werewolves lashed out so bad under the full moon every month. Little they know they know the knot thay had just tied you in.

Knocking gently on his cell door you walked in slowly seeing his room a scattered mess except for the bed. Standing at the center of the room with his back turned to you stood Amaris in his half form, gray and brown tail sweeping from side to side, his legs ending in massive wolf paws. Fur peaked out from his shirt covering his forearms, making his hair look thicker on his head two wolf ears perked up.

“Amaris?” You asked quietly, hoping you didn't startle him. Amaris instantly whipped around, golden eyes wide and crazed mouth open showing off his lengthened canines lining his mouth. Without a word he had you wrapped tightly in his arms.

“Y/n! y/n I missed you so much.” Nuzzling his head in your chest and neck he whined like a lost puppy, tail wagging happily as he held you. “Oh y/n if you only knew how much I need you right now”

“Amaris what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?”

“It's a full moon tonight y/n I need you, I need you so bad y/n. You have no idea how much strength it’s taking me right now”

“What does it mean when it's a full moon Amaris?” Puzzled you ask him

“I'm in heat y/n,” He looked up at you, his eyes round and pleading. “ I want you, I want to be inside you so bad. I need to be with you when I'm in heat. Please y/n say you want me too y/n, I need to know, if you don't i'll accept it.” Despite his desperate pleas he was honest, there was nothing more he wanted to do more than to bury his face in your cunt. But he had to know, he had to hear it from your lips. He wanted to know you wanted him too.

“I-I” You stutter at his sudden proposition, his words being enough to ignite the arousal all over your body, leaving you tingling. You wanted him there was no denial but you felt your face burn as the words formed in your mouth. Leaning in, you decided to answer him by kissing him. Surprised, his eyes went wide, golden eyes sparkling in excitement. Groaning, he leaned in, licking your bottom lip. He inhaled your scent tasting your saliva, he wanted more oh so much more and this kiss would only fuel his hunger.

Pulling away from the kiss a thread of saliva dripped from his mouth, his eyes lidded heavy with desire. “Say it, I want to hear you say it y/n. Say you want me, say you want me inside of you.”

Nearly moaning it you finally managed to say it aloud between wet slippery kisses, “I want you Amari. I need you inside me, please.”

Without a word he had you in the air before laying you down on his bed in his cell, his clawed hands tearing off your clothes until only your soaked panties remained. Taking in the sight he groaned, seeing the glistening patch forming around the sweet spot between your legs. Lazily he dragged his tongue across the fabric taking the juices that had formed, inhaling your scent. With a clawed hand he pulled your panties down before burying his face between your cunt, wet folds sliding deliciously across his face and mouth. His nose buried perfectly rubbing against your clit, sending waves of electric pleasure that made your toes curl with each sloppy kiss on your cunt.

It was nearly too much, you buried your finger in his curls as you tugged him deeper into your cunt, as he happily obliged. He felt his cock strain painful in his pants as he continued to eat your pussy out. He thrusted his tongue into you again and again, licking the juices until they dripped down his chin and neck. You tasted sublime, he drank your nectar between your legs until he was drunk with it. Sucking sweetly in your clit he gently teased your hole with his finger sliding in and out. Gasping you felt your pussy clench on nothing as he continued to tease your cunt with his finger.

Digging you fingers into his scalp you begged “ Please Amaris I indeed more, don't tease me like that”

Chest heaving as you begged, you gasped as you felt him slide in two fingers deep into your pussy. Pulling on his hair, grinding your pussy on his face, his fingers working your pussy coated in cum. He scissored his fingers stretching you out prepping you to fit his cock and his knott. Hips bucking you grind your hips feeling your first orgasm coming closer with each swirl and suck on your clit and each thrust of his fingers. Gasping you arch your back thighs shaking as you cum in his mouth. Juices flowing out into his tongue for him to lapp up like a dog.

Gasping you lay with shaking thigh as he lapped up the last of your juices making you quiver with each flick of his tongue to your sensitive clit. Slowly he sits up between your thighs and the cloth cock pressed against your cunt. Breathing heavily you lay on his bed watching as he pulls out his cock, long and girthy curved upwards with two veins bulging along its length from both sides. The tip looks a darker red brown glistening with a thick droplet of leaking cum. He pumps it twice in his hand and you notice a bulge at the base and your eyes go wide in small horror. His cock is massive as it is, but that bulge definitely won't fit.

Almost as if noticing your horror he looks up and smiles showing off his canines in a dashing reassuring smile, “ Don't worry darling, you'll fit around my knot I prepped you well.”

Aiming the tip of his cock you feel it press against your entrance spreading your lips around it. Moaning you writhing in bed feeling him dip his tip in and out teasing you again. Before you have a chance to complain he slides it in making you gasp in shock as your pussy is forced to swallow his cock.

Panting and arching your back, he grips your hips and begins to thrust viciously into you. Your cries are broken with each thrust. Gazing up at him you see a feral look in him. His eyes are laser focused on you, watching your tits bounce, seeing your pretty wet cunt stretched around his cock with each ramming thrust. Moaning you dig your nails into his hips as your next orgasm rips through you. Clenching down on his cock you cum around him pulling him in deeper. Just the sight of your pussy spread, clit exposed makes him shift completely losing any semblance of his half human form. Now instead you meet with a 7 foot werewolf drooling all over you, rippling muscles coated in soft fluffy brown fur with patches of silver to contrast his golden eyes, and a massive pink cock hanging between his legs.

Suddenly you cry out feeling him grow inside you, not cause he knotted you, but because of the massive wolf cock thrusting into you. Mewling incoherences you beg him to slow down but one looking down at you cunt you see your stomach bulge with each thrust making your eyes roll back. Swinging your head back you lock onto his furred arms mewling and begging him to fuck you.

“Amaris, you feel so good. Please fuck me Amaris it feel so good please dont stop.”

Wild but listening Amaris does not relent thrusting with the precise speed and position making sure you cry with each thrust as he hits your sweet spot everytime.

Quickening his pace he feels his balls grow tense as his own orgasm approaches. Burying deeper with each thrust, he feels his body shudder with ecstasy. Grabbing your waist he pulls you down with full force and position forcing his bulge and cock deep into your pussy. A scream rip through you feeling his knot stretch you pussy out a new orgasm squeezing the bulge of his cock like a vice. Wrapping your shaking legs around him you grind against his bulge riding out the high of your orgasm.

Throwing his head in a howl he thrusts his knot in you shuddering in release as his balls empty out loads of cum. Thick hot cum paint the inside of your pussy white flooding you, leaving you two a squelching mess of cum and sweat.

Gasping wrapped around him, you smile and pet his head scratching his ears in blissful satisfaction.

Whining Amaris begins to wag his tail as he humps you against the mattress interrupting your thoughts. Each hump rubbing the outer edge of his bulge against your clitoris.

“You wanna keep going, Amaris?” Asking sweetly, smiling at him.

“I won't be done until my heat is over y/n.”

“Mhmm?”

“I’ll just have to fuck that pretty pussy until my heart is over or you are drained by cock dry.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth he bent down to nuzzle and kiss you as he pushed the knot deeper into your pussy eating soft moans from your lips.

Outside from the cell in the research control room the red faced interns listening in on the microphone feed from the overhead in the control room realized their own assigned werewolves were acting abrasively from their heat and considered helping them by offering a willing pussy fuck or a dick for the she-wolves to bounce on. Others considered asking the other monster species if they too went through heats and if they did they wanted to know if they could help just the way you did. The head researchers, though embarrassed and red faced, wrote down the data and scribbled new plans on how to deal with the rest of the monster specimens for next month.

Authors note: Please let me know if y’all’s want a part two. Also please feel free to comment unhinged shit, that fuels me to write more.

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[prettiestlovergirl]

DON'T STOP

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; semi-public; teasing; oral (f. receiving); light dacryphilia; established relationship; mean! mattheo; hickeys; pushing the french-speaking-mattheo agenda, but be warned my french is shit, they don't exactly teach you pet names in high school french class lol.

concept: you n mattheo are studying in the common room when he gets bored and comes up with a more interesting way to study.

a/n: this idea came to me when i was studying for my lab exam and thinking 'wow, this would be so much more fun with a mean curly haired man absolutely wrecking me' n so, here you go! enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

you had been studying in the common room for what felt like hours now, really cramming for this godawful history of magic test. you were stressed out of your mind, but you couldn't risk missing a thing.

you were sitting up on the couch well into the night, your legs curled up underneath you as you continued to take notes in the silence, occasionally making a comment to yourself out loud while you worked.

you'd been so in the zone; you hadn't even noticed the second body entering into the room until you heard that familiar, deep voice in your ear.

"princesse, mon amour, (princess, my love,) what are you still doing up?" he asked, his voice a bit husky from sleep. you'd have been a bit turned on if you hadn't been so startled.

"bloody hell! you can't just sneak up on a girl like that." you hissed, setting your textbook down onto your lap while he chuckled at your startled reaction, waiting for you to go on.

"i'm still up because i have to study for this bloody test." you huffed, following him with your eyes as he walked around the couch, giving you the wonderful and incredibly distracting view of your boyfriend in those damned gray sweatpants.

"let me help." mattheo hummed, a wicked smirk growing on his face as he got himself situated on his knees in front of you. "need to get some studying in anyways." he stated, his hand gripping your ankle and tugging your forward.

"no, mattheo, stop. really, i need to study!" you whined, biting your lip as he tugged your legs out from under you. "we are gonna study, i'm just an active learner." he smirked, pressing a kiss to your ankle. "read the textbook out loud."

"mattheo..." you complained, huffing a bit as his started to kiss his way slowly up your leg. you shivered lightly, the view of him on his knees in front of you never failed to make your brain go a little fuzzy.

"c'mon princesse, (princess) need you to help me study. you don't want me to fail, do you?" he asked, giving you a fake pout as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts.

finally, you relented, just like he knew you would, and lifted your hips up for him. "bien, mon âme." (good, my soul) he smirked, sliding the fabric down your thighs and tossing it off to the armchair behind him.

if there was one thing mattheo loved, it was getting you to break so he could bury himself between your thighs. if you'd let him, he'd probably stay there forever, living in permanent pussy drunk bliss.

"start reading, princesse. (princess) thought you said you really had to study." he hummed, teasing you with his words and his fingers as he started to rub soft circles on your increasingly dampening panties.

it was sososo hard to focus with his hand on your clothed pussy, but still, you did as told and picked the textbook back up, starting to read aloud from where you left off.

you did your best to speak as clearly as possible, but it was almost impossible when his fingers pressed harshly against your covered clit.

he started rubbing the fabric into your skin, getting your panties soaked in your own arousal as your grip on the book tightened. "f-fuck!" you gasped.

"mm, don't recall fuck being in this history book, weird." he murmured, his lips pressing warm kisses along your thighs, lazily marking you all over as you let out an indignant little whine.

you glared down at him, but went back to reading aloud, doing your best to keep going through your uneven breaths. once he was perfectly satisfied with the number of marks on your thighs, he used his thumb to pull your panties to the side.

he groaned softly to himself, his tongue running along his lower lip as he admired your glistening pussy. you squirmed a bit, the cool air hitting your warm core making you stutter a bit as you went on.

"i-in the en-end, he was, uhm, unable to come out v-victorious" you stated, your voice breathy before your pretty lashes fluttered shut when his free thumb made contact with your bare clit.

"ah, ah, ah." he chided, pausing his actions but keeping his thumb pressed against the swollen nub. "can't touch you if you aren't reading, princesse. (princess) how are you gonna learn if your eyes are closed?"

"so mean..." you grumbled before letting out a gasp as he shoved two of his fingers into your pussy quickly, your eyes immediately opening again. "'m sorry, what was that?" he asked, curling his fingers up inside of you

"n-nothing! nothing, 'm sorry, nothing!" you moaned, his fingers immediately getting drenched in your arousal. "that's what i thought." he smirked, waiting for you to start reading again before thrusting them in and out.

"he had to... to f-flee━ oh fuck ━ civilization." you stuttered, your brain getting hazy again as he attached his lips to your puffy clit, happily gliding his tongue over it again and again. "from th- there, he h-had to be-become a stowaway."

he fucking loved how hard you were working, seeing how much effort it took you to get each word out only seemed to spur him on, making him speed up his fingers n suck a bit harder. "need you to speak up, princesse. (princess) really want to make sure i understand everything."

you let out a louder whine, sticking your lips out in a pout as you shook your head, your eyelids getting heavy n your breath getting all shallow. "fuck, fuck, fuck, i can't, please, i can't!" you whimpered, batting your lashes rapidly to blink away the budding tears.

mattheo let go of your clit with a wet pop, looking up at you intently while he curled his fingers up a second time. "aw look at you 'bout to cry." he mocked in faux sympathy as you looked down at him "you can and you will." he stated.

a sob finally broke past your lips as his tongue found its way back to your clit, your hips bucking and your hands tightening around the textbook.

your vision blurred, but you did your best to keep reading, your body slumped against the cushions as his tongue and fingers worked in sync to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

mattheo honestly could have stayed here forever, just devouring your messy cunt as you soaked his chin and fingers in your arousal. he lived for the way you whined and sobbed above him, loving your broken sentences.

this went on and on until finally you finished the chapter, another sob of relief escaping you as your back arched. "fuck, please, please mattheo i need to cum so fucking bad, please!" you begged, eyes squeezing shut.

"did so good f'me, princesse. (princess) so good, cum f'me." he hummed, sending vibrations onto your clit that finally pushed you over the edge, your cunt fluttering around his fingers while your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

your juices soaked him completely as he continued to suck your clit, going until you started to whine and beg him to stop, trying to squirm away from his eager lips.

"jesus..." you panted, placing a hand over your chest to feel your racing heart as you came down from your high.

"mon amour, (my love) jesus had nothing to do with your cum on my lips. credit's all mine." mattheo chuckled, that same devilish smirk on his lips.

"now, i think we should go over it one more time. just to make sure you've really got it memorized..."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

tags: @bratetteprincess , (gasp, dove reveal??? so soon??)