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yourfitnessgoal · 7 months ago
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Top 5 Signs of Gaining Muscle in Females
Gaining muscle as a female can be a very tricky and at times confusing thing. Unlike men, they have lower levels of testosterone—a critical hormone responsible for muscle development. Still, these hormonal differences do not mean women cannot build muscle. The correct training regimen, coupled with a perfect diet, can do the trick. Knowing these signs of muscle growth will keep you motivated and

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clonememesfrikyeah · 9 months ago
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You know what would be the worst? If at the end of the war when all is said and done, after the clones lost every little thing they had, after Vaders rise and the Jedi’s fall, after all that death and hardship and misery? It would be terrible to be a clone and wake up like suddenly coming out of a coma, in a stasis chamber that they grew up in and rarely left, there was the craziest dream just before and there’s the lingering feeling something important just happened, this is Kamino 35bby, all the information they were just fed is already neatly stored in their perfect flash-memory brain. No ones died yet, all of that was a simulation based on a calculation of events to instal orders and hone the discipline of troops. It’s dark, there’s no way of telling if anyone or anything exists beyond the boundary’s of the inside. There’s a designated call sign and designation along with vitals displayed in the line of vision, it’s also counting down the seconds to when a new simulation is set to begin.
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eats-the-stars · 1 year ago
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doing all kinds of research into growth hormone deficiency to figure out what’s going on w/my 4yo nephew. kinda telling that they called us up in the late evening on 4th of July weekend to tell us that his growth hormone and blood glucose levels are both “dangerously low.” they ran the numbers by two separate endocrinologists and it’s honestly not a huge surprise since he’s definitely got growth issues. Very anxious because they really made it sound like he needs these growth hormone shots to work or else he’s not gonna make it. And I don’t think there’s a Plan B for this kind of thing. So even if he has bad side effects, it’s either the shots or nothing. So I’m both not looking forward to having to start giving him these shots, but also wanting to bite the bullet and give him the shots and have the doctors test his blood again and say “Okay, the shots are working, he’s going to be okay as long as he takes them.” It’s terrifying because I don’t think there’s a second option here. And his case is very unique. He has seen a ridiculous amount of doctors, they have done so many tests. and none of them know what he’s got going on. they can treat all the individual stuff so far, but it’s frightening when there aren’t any other cases they can point to and say “See, that person had the same thing and this is what you can expect in the future.” I think right now they think he might have two super rare medical conditions that when combined present differently than anything they’ve seen before, confusing any attempts at diagnosis. which could be it. he has a lot of “1 in super big number” children are born with this specific thing. the doctors have honestly settled on “he just has his own thing going on” and I don’t think we’re gonna get a decisive answer an that, ever. At least the novelty does compel a LOT of doctors to be willing to see him and suggest things and run tests and fight insurance for his treatments. my sister’s also great at advocating for him. she works in an elementary school so she’s very good at using her "working with small children” voice to make people feel like they should be very polite and listen carefully because this is what we’re going to do, okay? Also lucky because in my experience, pediatrics takes shit more seriously than adult medicine. part of that is probably because nobody can maintain a heart of stone in the face of a “medically complex” 4yo blissfully playing with his little Lightning McQueen toy during the whole appointment while his guardians want to know if he can live without this treatment, if the insurance company denies it.
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majikkulu · 3 months ago
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━━ ❝ masterlist ❞
these are my personal observations and may not resonate with everyone. please take them with a grain of salt, as i'm not a professional astrologer! :))
♱ gemini risings with lilith in the first house or conjunct their asc often appear younger than their age, which can lead to past discrimination or exclusion. their youthful look might make it hard for them to be taken seriously or voice opinions, and they might have been teased for their appearance. as they age, they may receive comments about their agelessness and notice that people are hesitant to engage with them in conversations. they might also be seen as intimidating, standoffish, or even shy, and could be perceived as having a serious, sad or "resting bitch face."
♱ your saturn's sign, house, and degree can indicate people who impact you and teach important life lessons. these individuals often stay in your life long-term, offering both support and challenges. for example, my saturn is in cancer in the 2nd house at a virgo degree. many of my close friends and family have cancer, virgo, or taurus placements, and each has taught me something valuable. even though some cancers have betrayed me, those experiences were to shape me fr. take my bestie, who has saturn in cancer in the 11th house at a pisces degree. i’m a pisces with a strong 11th house stellium. i’ve noticed similar vibes with my favorite artists too.
♱ people with venus sextile saturn deeply value being appreciated and seen by others. they often seek long-term, serious relationships and handle challenges with maturity. they give their all and show great respect to their partners, often attracting or being drawn to older partners. those who meet them usually find them unforgettable.
♱ people with venus trine pluto crave intense, passionate love. their deep feelings are often transformative, with even short-term relationships leading to significant personal growth. they have a magnetic presence that's both striking and sometimes intimidating, and they connect on a profound, soul-deep level, drawing others in with their powerful emotional intensity and mysterious looks.
♱ people with jupiter in the 5th house are incredibly charming and approachable, drawing many people to them. they often connect easily with children and might have a natural talent for engaging with them. these individuals likely experience numerous crushes and pursue a wide range of hobbies with enthusiasm. they also have a talent for creative pursuits like music, art, or dancing.not to mention, their love life is often quite fulfilling.
♱ people with sun square ascendant may struggle with self-confidence and self-presentation early in life. however, as they grow older, they often develop a stronger sense of self and learn to embrace their unique qualities. over time, they become more confident and self-assured, appreciating who they are and how they express themselves.
♱ mars in taurus can take a long time to get genuinely upset. they tend to be slow to anger but can become easily frustrated. their anger is usually kept under control, but when it finally erupts, it can be intense and difficult to manage.
♱ chiron in the 9th house may struggle with faith and frequently question their beliefs. they might face challenges in school, but these often improve with age. some may have been pressured into church as children, contributing to their journey of exploration and self-discovery. as kids, they might have followed others' expectations instead of pursuing their own interests, leading to a continual quest for personal understanding and truth.
♱ virgo risings have great muscles and well-defined bodies.
♱ i've noticed that natives with a 4th house stellium often come from big families or have many siblings. they typically have a strong connection with their family, frequently staying in touch and valuing their relationships. their family can have a significant influence on them, playing a central role in their lives and shaping their sense of identity.
♱ i’ve noticed that individuals with pluto in the 10th house often receive mixed reactions from the public. they tend to be both admired and disliked, with their reputation evoking strong, polarized feelings. even if they’re not actually a “player,” their public persona might give off that vibe
♱ a lot of sagittarius moons, moon-jupiter aspects or moon in sag degrees are incredibly playful and flirty. they thrive on socializing and enjoy being the center of attention. their vibrant energy and enthusiasm often make them the life of the party, drawing people in with their lively and engaging personality.
♱ what i've noticed is that natives with cancer rising or the moon in the 1st house often attract a lot of popularity and are well-liked by many. they typically have an easy time connecting with others and are true social butterflies. females with these placements, in particular, often attract a lot of attention from men, thanks to their bubbly, fun personalities and their attractive, approachable appearance. on a negative note, i’ve observed that some people with these placements can also display deceitful, lying, or manipulative behaviors. (pls don’t come for me!)
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vilsoo · 9 months ago
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TAGS. nsfw, fem!reader, gym bf!toji, toji is just so horny, he rips your leggings, manhandling, dirty talk, unprotected sex
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leg days with toji was his favorite. not because he gets to work on his quads, but because he gets to watch you work on your glutes and hammies. he knows exactly what you’re doing wearing those butt scrunch leggings, showing your ass in front of him as you do your romanian deadlifts, lying leg curls, and hypertensions. it was impossible for him to concentrate; he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your pump. but what also pisses him off is that he knows that you love being his little distraction. it’s gotten to the point that the both of you got carried away left the gym a little earlier than usual, forgetting one important thing you would do every leg day for muscle growth; your cardio.
luckily you didn’t have to worry about that at all with toji. cardio with a man like him who’s more than twice your size with large biceps and impressive upper body strength can suffice as the intense cardio you needed after a workout. but cardio at home can vary in many, many different ways

“i’ve been wanting to do this the moment you walked out the house looking like this.” toji’s voice was so terse as if he’s been riled up way past his limit, pushing you over your couch’s armrest and ripping your leggings open that had you whining on the cushion. “oh shut up, i’ll buy you a new one.”
he gives a couple of harsh slaps on your ass before he burries his face into it, humming like a greedy, desperate man as he indulges in your juices that he wasn’t surprised you were so turned on by this. he just wanted to torture you, use you, manhandle you for working him up (un)intentionally at the gym— you were barely able to see him buried between your legs, holding your thighs apart in place as he flicks his tongue repeatedly in and out of your pussy, sloppy and messy for him.
“other guys get to check this ass out for free, but it’s too bad they can’t eat it out the way i do,” toji chuckled as he toyed with your clit with his fingers, easing in and out of the entrance of your pussy. “i pity them. they’re fuckin’ missing out on how good you taste
 but you know i don’t like sharing.”
all you could do was reply with whimpers and pathetic muffled moans, with no sign of a coherent thought running through your head from the way he sucked on your clit while fingering you. but just as you were about to warn him of your orgasm nearing, he immediately stops, as if he can tell from the way your thighs began trembling and your muffled moans became more needier and louder.
“you’re gonna come in my mouth already? we haven’t even gotten to the cardio part yet, pretty girl,” he teases as he harshly slaps your ass again. “ride on my cock first until you come. you’ll also feel that burn in your thighs.”
that wide grin on your face was all he needed to see before he lays down on the couch with his cock already out and hard for you. you manage to stand up and position yourself in reverse cowgirl on your knees between his legs, showing your ass off for him to slap and grab again. you take his cock and rub it on the folds of your needy, aching pussy before sliding down on it with all your weight. immediately you can feel his dick twitch eagerly inside you, the living room filled with the lewd sounds of your ass slapping against his skin and your wet, soaking cunt enveloping his dick. you can feel the burn in your thighs with how fast you were thrusting your hips on him, sweat trickling down both of your skins. the pain and the pleasure ignited in your body like ecstasy, working yourself out but also fucking yourself so good on his cock. when you arch your back and kept gyrating and bouncing your hips on him, you can feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that it unleashed an orgasm in a white-hot sensation.
suddenly toji already grabs your waist out of impatience, sitting up on the couch and setting your body down on his lap. “you did so good for me, coming on my cock like that.” he kisses your temples as he slid his hand down to rub your clit. “but for teasing me so bad today, i get to fuck you like a dumb whore on this couch. you’d like that, right? when i remind you of your place?”
again, you grinned like an eager little slut ready for him to use you. your back was pressed against his chest, him forcefully spreading your legs open and locking your legs high up in the air in full nelson. taking his cock that’s still hard, he roughly bucks his hips into you. his cock kept repeatedly ramming the sensitive spots in your cunt that tears starting to glisten on your face, your jaw slackened, and your eyes rolled back. toji’s stamina could never go out even right after you two had just left the gym. it was just a hot sight to see; a messy slut with her leggings ripped open, legs locked in the air and forced to watch yourself take his thick cock pounding deep in your pussy that your thighs couldn’t stop trembling. no glute exercise, no hamstring exercise, or not even cardio on the stairmaster could compare to the intensity and soreness you feel in your legs from toji fucking you like this.
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bigwishes · 4 months ago
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A Bubbly Boost
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Eddie had signed up to a new supplement trial a few months ago and heard nothing back, he had almost forgotten about it entirely until this morning when a package arrived for him at his door. It was small only slightly bigger than a ring box and when he opened it up there was a small vial filled with a clear fluid. He checked the box for the instructions.
drink and report how long changes tank using qr code
It was all it said, it seemed simple enough. Eddie swallowed it down without a second thought. It was disgusting and tasted like bubble mixture and was thick like glue in his mouth.
After swallowing it Eddie quickly rushed to get a glass of water to wash the taste out. Quickly gulping down the glass his stomach felt straight, light and hot, and a little bloated. It was a weird sensation that he couldn't describe.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP
Eddie suddenly let out a huge belch he didn't even feel coming. After he felt his stomach get heavy as it began to make a large gurgling noise.
BUUUUURRRRRRRP
Eddie felt it that time but couldn't stop it
"aw fuck.." UUUUURRPPP
After the third a sensation began to spread across Eddie's body, like he had just spent 6 hours in the gym doing a full body workout, his body was tight. His stomach felt like it was expanding outwards. Eddie rushed over to a mirror and saw he was in fact bigger, like he had gained 10 pounds of muscle in the last 5 seconds,
he felt the sensation creeping up his neck
BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP
Eddie watched as his body expanded with each passing belch. He began to panic but couldn't look away.
At first his shoulders grew wider
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPP
then his chest and lats inflated with mass
BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
His arms blew up so large his bicep would make a basket ball look like a tennis ball.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP
His legs began expanding and he had to adjust himself as his massive thighs pushed his dick and balls awkwardly forward.
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Eddie began to feel a powerful sensation brewing in his stomach. The gurgling sound rung out through his house and he placed both hands abs feeling the vibrations as he braced himself.
His face grimaced as he felt extreme discomfort brewing under his abs
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP
UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPP
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP
UUUUUUUUUUURRRrrrp
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Eddie began to panic as he watched his perfect abs begin to bloat out into a roid gut
"AW FUCK WH-WHATS HAPPENING TO ME"
Eddie stared in the mirror, his body was ruined, he just wanted a pound or two, not two hundred, and he didn't look anything close to natural, the big growth hormone gut and the small stretch marks that appeared on his pelvis near it made that abundantly clear...
6 Months Later
Eddie couldn't drop even a pound of muscle no matter what he tried, he even took 2 months off from the gym and went on a diet but nothing...not a pound down. However after a bit it started to grow on him, he liked how much he could move in the gym, he liked that he could eat whatever he wanted and it didn't impact how much fat he carried, he liked nobody ever tried to take his seat at house parties, mainly because nobody wanted to sit on sweat soaked fabric but there was one perk he had fallen in love with, something he didn't expect to be such a turn on all the time....
Eddie got home from the gym, dropping his his gym bag and 3 bags of take out trash on the floor, he striped down and left his sweaty gym clothes in a line trailing to his couch. Over the past month Eddie had stopped caring about picking up after himself, it didn't matter anyway he was always sweaty better to embrace it...
Eddie sat down on his couch hearing the thing bend under his weight and watching the sweat from his thighs bleed into the fabric. He put his massive sweaty feet on the coffee table feeling the relief as the massive amount of weight he carried shift onto the couch.
His stomach let out and aggressive gurgle, he placed his hands on his roid gut rubbing his abs feeling them stretch outwards and become tighter. A loud glugging noise rung out into the room
Eddie threw his head back and moaned in response as the tight bloat reached its limit
"ah fuck yeahhh" Eddie lifted his head and smirked feeling the pressure rush up his body
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BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
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iguessthisisanewobsession · 2 years ago
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A Catfish??
All of the bat children are horrified when they found out the boy Damian has been talking online, someone they were expecting to be a 5’3 twig. Someone who Damian has been crushing on for years turned out to be a 6’3 muscle-bound fucker that makes Jason look small.
They are even more horrified ïżŒwhen they realized they never gave Damian the internet talk and for some reason Bruce is not reacting like this is something of concern and what the fuck-?!
The reason Bruce is not freaking out like the rest of his kids is quite simple.
He can see the last of the baby fat clinging to Danny’s face, he notices how even though Danny is a walking tank of a being, he still glances at the doorways like they could not be trusted.
Like he wasn’t used to his height.
No Bruce is not concerned, because all signs and research just points to one fact.
Danny Fenton has came into a Fenton-sized growth spurt.
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onelittlespiral · 1 year ago
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Warning: Bear Attacks
As we move into the holiday season, we would like to issue our annual warning about bear attacks. With colder weather setting in, an increased number of bears will be driven indoors as they search for food, warmth, and mates. And bears are far more dangerous in confined spaces.
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Take this specimen here for instance. At first glance, he seems like a kind, friendly, fuzzy man who would keep you warm through a cold winter night. Maybe not the most happening upstairs, but he means well. Would you believe that just this summer he looked more like this?
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Young and cute, but certainly not the hairy beast we have seen him turn into this season. If you are going out this winter, be aware, and be alert for the warning signs and know what to do if a bear sets its sights on you. First, how do you identify a bear? There are a few common varieties, each with their own quirks:
You have the very standard Grizzly bear, warm and cuddly. Pronounced dad bod. Notice the expression, the signature bear smirk. This will be one of the earliest signs that a bear is on the hunt.
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Of course you also have the muscle bears. Their signature muscles will be coated in a thick layer of fur, accentuating their size. Hair will peak out from beneath heavy biceps, and their tank tops give no doubt to the forest underneath. They will often infiltrate and train you up before attacking. They like their marks ready, bro.
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Even the smaller, younger cubs present a danger this time of year. They may seem helpless, but let us assure you they are far more knowledgeable than they seem. They can cause some of the most drastic changes in age, hair, and temperament. Countless men soon find themselves caring for their cubs, foraging for them, and assuming responsibility as they age into papa bears for their sweet little cubs.
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Now bears will all hunt in their own ways, but there are patterns to their behavior. First, bears tend to congregate together. If you notice one, be on alert for others. Second, beware of beer and whiskey drinks offered to you. These are the trademark drinks of several bear species. Third, monitor the air in a room. That many big, burly men will tend to warm a place up and start to sweat, and bear musk is among their most potent tools to pacify targets. And in greater numbers these effects can be amplified. Their fur traps the musk close to their skin, so the closer they get the more enraptured you will become. If you are subjected to a direct hit from, say, a bear’s pit, it may already to be too late.
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In case you find yourself taken back to a bear’s den, all is not lost yet, but far more drastic measures may need to be taken. Continued exposure to them will accelerate any changes, so you must be quick and decisive. First, avoid any food they may offer you, no matter how starved you may suddenly feel yourself becoming. Feeding the insatiable new hunger will only awaken the bear that is growing inside of you. Second, avoid direct contact with their fur. They may appear warm and inviting, and their cuddles are indeed among the coziest in the world. But skin-to-fur contact encourages hair growth as your body grows a pelt of its own. Third, avoid getting under the covers with them. Their body heat will quickly begin to melt your wits and your body will begin sweating, creating a musk of its own to compliment. Take this young man for example:
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He barely made it out from a cuddle session with a bear, but some drastic changes have already occurred. His 6 pack abs have begun their journey to a muscle gut. He can hardly go a day without shaving or a full beard will quickly cover his face. And the musk he now produces keeps him far hornier than he ever was before. The effect seems to be limited to just himself, for now. Can you believe he is only 21? Hasn’t been carded in months. He had to drop from his football team, no longer in the right shape for it. He now is much more suited to rugby. And he is one of the lucky ones. This one was not so lucky:
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These two photos were taken mere days apart. He was, sadly, subjected to the final transformation: becoming a bear himself. After being taken to a den, accepting some greasy snacks, and cuddled into submission, this poor man was selected to be a bear’s mate. He was laid on his back, had his clothes removed, and the bear started massaging his legs and thighs. He ran his thick fingers over his hole and slowly worked his way inside to stretch him out for what was to come. It wasn’t long before his bear dick was pressed against him, and he felt the thick, veiny cock begin to slowly pump into his cavity. Once bears get started, it is nearly impossible to get them to stop. His thighs slapped against his target’s ass as his wild bush pressed against his hole. When a bear decides to breed, it is hot, steamy, and rough. Moans tend to erupt from victims as their body betrays them, fur pushing out from every follicle, minds consumed by thoughts of sex, food, and men. Their dicks tend to stretch to match that of their mate’s, growing thick as a beer can, and so sensitive. Any memories that conflict with the bear they are becoming are churned by a new, heavy sack. Testicles will swell to the size of golf balls under the effort. Their old lives leak out of their cocks as they are edged, molding beneath their captor until the bear is happy with their target. And then, the bear will come, pumping load after load deep into their new mate. The target’s belly bloats to contain it all, creating the signature bear gut that juts out over their new bodies. The effort will push any last memories out as their cock erupts. Both bears will quickly be exhausted, falling asleep in a sticky, smelly, sweaty heap. And then it’s over. We have yet to discover a way to revert any victims. Not that they would want to. They become enraptured with their new bodies, and begin to hunt on their own for new mates. It is said a bear has an insatiable appetite, and will change as many men as they can get their hands on in a winter season until they find the perfect mate for hibernation.
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It is advised that men stay aware, stay alert, and stay away. Report any bear sightings immediately. And stay tuned for any further information.
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nyashykyunnie · 7 months ago
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˗ˏˋ E-rank(?)! Jinwoo x E-rank Witch! Reader ◛⑅·˚ àŒ˜ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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‌[ TW: Yandere Jinwoo, Violence , Manipulation]
꒰ Reader's Powers are inspired by the beautiful manga titled "Witch Hat Atelier". Please give it a read if you're into otherwordly art and adore fantasy! ꒱
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╰┈➀ ❝ [ Let Me Tear Apart Everything that Touched You ] ÂĄ! ❞
You really don't know when exactly it had started, all you knew was that Jinwoo suddenly had a second puberty and his height doubled or maybe tripled. His lanky body turned from noodlesticks to buff and solid muscles seemingly carved out of stone with how sturdy they are. His muscles would in fact, even hurt you even as you try to inflict pain on him.
You wanted to ask him about it really, but maybe it's just Jinwoo having not reached full puberty in his teens so his hormones decided to finally pop-in and say hi in order to compensate for their lack of action during his supposed growing days.
Either way, you're proud of him.
Jinwoo's growth spurt had inspired you to work even harder. Thus, you started entering more and more gates much to Jinwoo's dismay.
You two had even argued over it several times but it ends with Jinwoo sighing in defeat and begging, begging, you to immediately leave the gate should anything weird transpire.
It's not that he doesn't have faith in you or he is underestimating you, it's just that he knows all too well the dangers of the gates. Still, he steps aside and lets you be on your way.
Your powers aren't really too great to be honest, consuming even. You needed to draw various symbols on the papers you carry around in order to cast spells. Sure, they could be intimidating sometimes since you can cast spells that are big— But otherwise? It's really just for show and doesn't do much damage.
Oftentimes you are ridiculed along with Jinwoo, two jokes of a hunter dating. Birds of the same feather really do flock together. Just like Jinwoo, you had your fair share of mockery and on more brutal days— Your fellow hunters would beat you up when a raid goes unsuccesful.
You never told Jinwoo about those days, you could never have the heart to make him worry more when he is already busy providing for his family and especially for his mother who is stuck in eternal sleep.
Swallow it done and smile whenever you're with him.
That's what you always do, praying so hard that your deceitful grins could fool him and mask the pain you're desperately trying to hide from his pretty grey eyes.
But... Now.
Maybe you should have listened to Jinwoo earlier when he said you shouldn't go out today.
What a big mistake was it.
You foolishly signed a contract with a raid team and did not thoroughly read the terms and conditions just like Jinwoo had strictly instructed you to do so.
Now you're here, absolutely horrified as the group of burly and violent men inched towards you, bloodlust evident as they inched closer and closer— Backing you up on a corner.
You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, but your fight or flight instincts instantly turned into freeze.
Not a single muscle in your body would obey the hammering demands of your heart and mind to move— To run.
As your fear-stricken eyes glanced back at those animal-like men, you started to silently curse yourself too.
You should have been good and listened to Jinwoo, because that man's intuition had always been right. You shouldn't have argued with him when he pressed you to stay, you should have been goo.
You should have.
Now who's the fool cornered like a frozen rabbit in the den of lions? Who's the idiot about to piss their pants from sheer fear?
You shouldn't have cussed out Jinwoo before you left the door.
You should have said that you love him.
You should have told him how proud you are of his progress.
You should have told him that you would always be by his side.
You should have given him goodbye kisses.
But now, the last memory Jinwoo would have of you is your prissy face spatting out how nonesensically overprotective he is of you and that he should be worried about himself instead.
You closed your eyes, accepting your fate until you felt a shift in the air around you. The winds suddenly whistled an eerie tune and you stumbled on your feet as the shadows beneath you quivered and rose to be black flames.
In that blaze formed a man, a distinctive blue fabric popping out of nowhere and a shade that you instantly recognized.
Jinwoo.
His back was turned towards you, his hand shielding you away from the preying bastards.
"Fuck..." One of your kidnappers cusses, grinning maniacally. "I almost shit my pants there buddy, you tryna fucking film a movie or something?"
"He's got quite the pretty boy face, bet it'll be prettier once we rough him about. huh?" Another cackles, flaring Jinwoo's temper even more.
"Sarang," Jinwoo's deep voice calls out, causing your heart to tremble at the dangerous tone. "Close your eyes."
You obey his orders and close your eyes immediately. After having learned your lesson, you're not taking any chances after hearing that dangerous tone in his normally gentle and loving voice.
The next thing that happened was a cacophony of tortured moans and wails. Maybe you could hear some other things snapping, a sound you pray to never know since along with those sounds comes with the chorus of tortured cries for mercy.
Eventually, the brutal sounds would come to an end and you feel someone towering over you.
"Babe," Jinwoo calls out and your eyes would flutter open as you feel gentle fingers caressing the side of your cheek. "Look at me."
And so you do, your gaze falling on his blood-splattered features that looked hauntingly handsome.
Your sobs would eventually come out, both from being struck by fear from the earlier events, to feeling bad about how you yelled at him earlier, to feeling remourseful that this man had to put blood on his hands because of your recklessness.
A series of sorries would spill out from your mouth and Jinwoo only comforts you by pulling you to his chest.
"It's fine, it's fine" He says, kissing the side of your head affectionately as he runs a hand on the back of your head. "It's alright, don't cry, don't say sorry. I know it was scary. I know, baby."
His words would fill you with a sense of relief, not knowing the malintent behind it.
Truthfully, Jinwoo already knew of your predicament and had been aware since you first made contact with those bastards. But he needed you to have a glimpse of the horrors, he needed to make you afraid so that this wouldn't happen again.
He hoped by doing this, you would become traumatized and never dare to step in a gate ever again.
Reckless. Yes.
But he would do anything to keep you out of danger.
Again, and again, he kisses your pretty little face, whispering words of comfort in your ears and subtly manipulating you into never stepping inside these horrible places again.
All you need is Jinwoo.
You wont have to worry about money any more.
So don't step into these places, just be a good doll and stay home.
Let him do all the dirty work.
Or else Jinwoo will have to do this again. You don't want that, do you, dear?
You wouldn't want Jinwoo to cut off everyone's necks, do you?
Good?
Good.
Good.
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A/N: Whoopsies, I made another Yandere Jinwoo fic... Hahah... Sorry guys.
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ʚ(੭Ž͈ ᐜ `͈)à©­ .ïœĄâœ§ïœ„ïŸŸ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.
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novlr · 1 year ago
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How to Write Envy: A Quick Guide for Writers
If someone has something, either an object or an attribute, that your character covets, they may show signs of envy. You can show envy through associated emotions and yoï»żur characters' behaviours and expressions.
How do they behave?
Compare themselves to others
A dismissive attitude
Downplay the achievements of others
Frustration or disbelief at others’ success
Show signs of longing or desire
Show grudging admiration
Exhibit copycat behaviour
Show signs of low self-esteem
Be excessively competitive
How do they interact?
Mock and belittle the person they envy
Be overly critical
Be passive aggressive
Be insincerely complimentary
Use sarcasm when talking about the achievements of others
Be obsessive or hyperfocused
Use manipulation to get what they want
Forget about personal boundaries
Rude or short in conversation
Describe their body language
Closed off and arms crossed
Frequently roll their eyes
Avoid direct eye contact
Tensed muscles
Biting lips or pouting
Disapproving facial expression
Red cheeks through anger or embarrassment
Leaning closer to the object of their desire
False smiles
Genuine joy when they’re in the presence of what they desire
Positive outcomes
Envious characters can become motivated to improve themselves to make them worthy of what they desire. If their envy becomes uncontrollable, they may also find personal growth in removing themselves from the situation and finding a new direction in life. It also allows characters the chance to develop empathy toward the person whom they envy or who possesses something that they covet, letting them finally appreciate what they already have.
Negative Outcomes
Long-term envy can lead to lots of negative emotions like resentment, anger, and low self-esteem. This will affect relationships with those around them, leading them to break down or require conflict resolution in order to overcome.
Useful Synonyms
Jealous
Covetous
Resentful
Grudging
Begrudging
Green-eyed
Yearning
Desirous
Longing
Grasping
Greedy
Hungering
Thirsting
Avaricious
Craving
Malcontent
Dissatisfied
Lustful
Wistful
Discontent
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michverdun · 7 days ago
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Whenever other people used this stuff, they talked about how it hurt like hell, but he didn't get that at all. Any soreness was light, and completely masked by the immense amount of pleasure coursing through his body. It felt incredible, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had to stand perfectly still and keep his eyes shut as the growth continued. He couldn't risk any sort of stimulation, or his rock-hard dick would spew out the largest load he'd ever had in his life all over the gym.
With all of his concentration focused on that, he conveniently forgot that everyone he knew stopped growing pretty quickly, usually maxing out at 20 pounds of new muscle. He, on the other hand, had grown over 100 pounds on his first dose with no signs of slowing down yet. No matter what he was in for a very big surprise.
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rubberizer92 · 7 months ago
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It was a bright, sunny day when Thomas woke up. The warm light streaming through his window cast a soft glow over his muscular body. He stretched languidly, feeling the smooth, cool rubber of his skin beneath his fingertips. He had signed up for a rubber drone transformation several months ago, drawn in by his love of all things rubber and the promise of a kinky, fun event filled with fellow fetishists.
He had never expected it to turn into this. Two months of rigorous workouts and gulping down a drink twice a day, a drink that contained what felt like extremely strong growth hormones, designed to develop significant muscle mass. Every day, he felt himself getting bigger, stronger, more magnificent. And every day, he became even more insatiably horny.
The worst part was that when he ejaculated, his cum was black and gooey. It alarmed him at first, but as the days went on and he found himself unable to focus on anything but his own desire, it faded into the background. There was something so intensely erotic about his new, muscular body, about the way it felt to touch it, to feel it touching him, that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.
He stood up from his bed, the smooth rubber sheets clinging to his body like a second skin, and made his way over to the full-length mirror on the wall. As he gazed at his reflection, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of his body. His muscles rippled and glistened with sweat, each movement accentuating their power and strength. He began to run his hands over his chest, feeling the hair on his arms stand on end as he neared his nipples.
He let out a low groan, his arousal threatening to overwhelm him. He reached down and began to stroke his thickening cock, imagining the feel of something smooth and warm wrapped around it, helping him to lose control. As he stroked himself, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would this ever end? Or was it only just beginning?
Thomas paused, his fingers still wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and glanced down at his body. The black cum that had been oozing from his pores for the past few weeks now seemed to be sticking to his skin, making his entire body glisten like some sort of twisted, erotic sculpture. He shuddered, feeling a mixture of revulsion and arousal wash over him. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, the arousal won out, and he was overcome by a desire so intense it nearly brought him to his knees.
He finished himself off, his muscles tensing as he shot thick, black globs of cum all over his chest and abs. It was as if his body was rejecting the very substance it had created, pushing it back out in a primal attempt to expunge it. And yet, somehow, it only served to heighten his arousal.
As he caught his breath, he noticed something else. The black cum seemed to be sticking to his body even more, spreading out from where it had originally landed, like some sort of macabre, living paint. He reached up and wiped some off, only to realize that his fingers were now coated in it as well. He paused, considering this development, but before he could form any coherent thoughts, a wave of desire washed over him once more, and he found himself picking up the phone, calling the laboratory.
He didn't know what would happen next, but he couldn't help but feel that whatever it was, it would only be a part of this incredible, surreal journey that his life had become. And as he waited for them to answer, he couldn't help but wonder if they would be as fascinated by his transformation as he was.
The laboratory door swung open, revealing a tall, imposing figure clad in a crisp white coat. Their eyes flickered briefly to the bound figure in the chair before they focused intently on Thomas. "Ah, Drone CT-29. I've been expecting your call. Please, come with me."
Thomas hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. He forced himself to stand up from the chair, the smooth rubber sheets clinging to his body as he followed the figure down a long, sterile hallway. The walls were adorned with strange instruments and diagrams, each one hinting at the incredible experiments that must be taking place behind closed doors.
As they reached a sealed door at the end of the hall, the figure produced a keycard and swiped it through the reader. The door clicked open, revealing a brightly lit chamber filled with state-of-the-art equipment. "This is where you'll be staying for the foreseeable future," the figure said, their voice a calm, soothing monotone. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
In the center of the room was a large, metallic chair, its surfaces gleaming in the harsh light. "That's where we'll begin," the figure continued. "You'll need to climb into the chair and allow us to attach the necessary sensors and devices. They'll help us monitor your vitals and ensure that you remain in optimal condition for your new role as a drone."
Thomas nodded, still struggling to comprehend the reality of his situation. He climbed into the chair, feeling its cold, unforgiving surface press against his warm, yielding flesh. As the figure began to attach the sensors and devices, Thomas closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath. He could feel the weight of the collar around his neck, the smooth metal digging into his flesh. It was a reminder of his new identity, of the fact that he was no longer in control of his own body.
But as the last device was secured into place, Thomas couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over him. For the first time in his life, he knew exactly what he was meant to do, and he was bound and determined to see it through. He opened his eyes and looked up at the figure in the white coat, a small, hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm ready," he said. "Do whatever you need to do."
The figure nodded, their expression unreadable. They reached up and gently caressed the collar around Thomas's neck, running their fingers along the smooth metal. "This is your new name," they said, their voice soft and soothing. "From now on, you will be known as Drone CT-29."
As the figure spoke the words, Thomas felt a strange tingling sensation course through his body. It was as if the collar wasn't just a symbol of his new identity, but a physical extension of it. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling, and for the first time in his life, he truly believed that he was meant to be here.
Time seemed to slow down as the laboratory around him faded into the background. All that mattered was the chair, the collar, and the steady flow of information being transmitted directly into his brain. He could feel the butt plug inside him, constantly pressing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It was as if he had been designed for this, as if his very existence was meant to serve this purpose.
The figure in the white coat began to speak again, their monotone voice guiding Thomas through the process of accepting his new identity and role as a drone. They told him of his duties, of the importance of serving the greater good, and of the intense pleasure that would be his reward for doing so. As they spoke, Thomas felt himself growing more and more aroused, the black rubber covering his body stretching taut against his swelling member.
Finally, the figure leaned in close, their breath warm against Thomas's ear. "You are now fully integrated," they whispered. "Welcome to the fold, Drone CT-29." The words sent a shiver down Thomas's spine, and for the first time in his life, he knew that he had found his true purpose. He was no longer Thomas; he was Drone CT-29, a vessel for pleasure and obedience, and he was eager to begin his new life.
The figure stepped away, and Thomas felt a new sense of freedom wash over him. He could feel the chair beneath him, the smooth metal of the collar against his skin. He was aware of the butt plug inside him, the constant pressure and fullness, the way it seemed to tap into a deep, primal part of his body. And as he sat there, waiting for his next command, he knew that there was no other place in the world he would rather be.
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occamstfs · 8 months ago
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Terracotta Turmoil
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Another muscle growth racial TF! I went with phonetic Chinese rather than using Chinese characters as it feels hotter to me to be able to read the phonetics! Hope y'all enjoy! -Occam
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Chase was beyond excited for the opportunity that his museum has recently secured. It didn’t seem possible, and perhaps the provenance isn’t exactly strictly clear or legal, but some donors have ensured that an exhibition is soon to begin. Before that though Chase simply had to sneak a look and wandered into the exhibit’s worksite to closely observe the artifact. 
Upon seeing it Chase is less than impressed with the artistry and history of the object instead thinking of what a score they have wrung from whatever schmuck had it. Chase begins counting dollar signs in his head as he approaches the statue, getting close enough to touch it when he sees a flash in the statue’s lifeless eyes. Keeping his mind ever focused on financial gain his eyes race to meet those of the terracotta statue in front of him where he finds naught but the cold rage-filled gaze of a warrior.
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He rolls his eyes and begins to step away to plan the promotions for the exhibit when suddenly he hears a voice in his head, in a language he cannot understand, “RĂșguǒ nǐ yĂ o bǎ nǐ de yĂŹzhĂŹ qiĂĄngjiā gěi wǒ. RĂĄnhĂČu wǒ huĂŹ bǎ wǒ de qiĂĄngjiā gěi nǐ” (If you shall impose thine will upon me. Then I shall force mine upon you.)
Chase suddenly scans the room for whatever coworker must be pranking him, though he is sure that none of them know Chinese anywhere near the fluency of his voice. His eyes flicker to the door as it slowly creaks closed with a click, the lock turning by itself. Chase turns with a suspicious look to the statue. His concentration flickers as he once again sees a glint in the statue’s impenetrable eyes. Chase is not a superstitious type but something unnatural was occurring and he wasn’t to be caught on the back foot. 
He is mousy and short but tries to stand tall and puff his chest up at the statue as he starts to engage, “Your, uh yĂŹzhĂŹ?”(Will?) Wh-” Despite his meager attempt at bravado he immediately falls back in shock finding himself speaking in a tongue that he never even had a passing desire to know. He stumbles back away from the statue, still facing it. The lights dim in the room and the glitter of the statue’s eyes begin to glow outright, “Wǒ bĂč xǐhuān shǐyĂČng nǐ de shēntǐ, nǐ zhĂšge chĂštĂłuchĂšwěi de shǎguā. DĂ n nǐ jiāng chĂ©ngwĂ©i wǒ lĂ­kāi zhĂšlǐ de mĂ©npiĂ o." (I take no delight in using your body, you utter fool. But you will be my ticket out of here.)
Chase is compelled to make eye-contact with the merciless eyes as they burn a hole into his mind. He is immediately beyond confused and dizzy, no longer sure of anything in the world besides the fact that his condition is only to rapidly deteriorate even further. He feels himself lose control of his mouth as drool begins to pool within it. Little loss though as he is rapidly losing the ability to form any thoughts in English anyway. 
He falls to his hands and knees, mouth agape as he spits up onto the floor. The floor shines like a mirror reflecting the light above as a spotlight onto him and making evident the sinister shine of the statue’s eyes as they continue to burn. He stares at his hands clenched on the floor struggling to latch his mind on any thought that remains. As he struggles suddenly a thought appears through the fog as if it were the most evident thing in the world, DiāoxiĂ ng bĂč shǔyĂș zhĂšlǐ (The statue doesn’t belong here.) 
Chase isn’t even taken aback as his mind starts to return, now using a language he’s never learned. If his thoughts are all in Chinese there is no conceivable explanation beyond that it is the language that he was raised in, but he was gweilo(western) no? He brings his eyes to look at his reflection in the recently waxed floor to see something immediately jarring. His mouth is still ajar, still slightly leaking drool, but his reflection looking back at him has an unmistakable scowl and smirk. 
He recoils, though staying on the ground, as he notices that his short messy hair is starting to grow and straighten. His sandy blonde locks swiftly begin to darken as they lengthen into something far more fashionable. He feels his face respond to the unconscious worry in his mind at seeing his appearance change. In response his reflection bares its teeth as the scowl becomes crueler, the eyes beginning to glow just as the statue’s did. 
He forces his eyes shut to avoid them being penetrated by the burning gaze once more. He is no longer able to open them as he feels his eyelids throb and tighten. Chase grunts and clenches his teeth as pain surges through his face before he forces his eyes back open and is once more greeted with unfamiliarity in his reflection. Impossible to miss were the epicanthic folds that now hang over his blue eyes. He continues to stare at them, seeing his skin begin to pale and smooth as his hair turns black to the roots and his eyes begin to darken, slowly turning brown.
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Chase stares at his own irises as they almost move beyond brown to instead be as pitch black as his hair. At the same time a laugh that Chase still recognizes as his own rings through the exhibition hall, though each echo as it returns back to his ears is deeper than the one that came before. He clutches at his hĂłujiĂ© (adam’s apple) feeling it throb larger into his hand. He gasps sharply, feeling more air rush into his lungs as he takes a breath deeper and more labored than ever before.
Now with only one hand keeping him from falling to the ground Chase watches as the eyes of his reflection glow with a rage centuries old, challenging him to not fall on his face as he feels the force of gravity upon him ever-more difficult to ignore. Just before totally collapsing he wrenches his hand from his neck to catch his fall. Struggling against the weight of his body as it feels heavier by the moment, Chase feels his arms begin to strain the sleeves of his dress shirt. Sweat drips from his hair to stain his reflection as his biceps force themselves larger than his shirt could possibly hold. 
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Drawing off all the remaining will, or yìzhì rather, he has to resist. He pushes himself higher from the ground rising further than his arms should be able to push him. His biceps burst with power as they grow to the size of a lesser man’s thighs. Sweat drips down his massive arms trailing from thin but present black hair now filling his pits. Chase looks towards his chest and no wonder his breaths were suddenly nigh-impossible, the buttons had already burst from his dress shirt as pecs had forced themselves from his chest and below them abs defined as those you see on only the most prodigious bodybuilders. 
Chase smirks to himself seeing how he has grown. He knew he simply could not let himself fall, his people were zhĂ nshĂŹ (warriors) after all. His proud smirk is now truly mirroring his smug reflection. Chase flexes every muscle he can in his more powerful body, feeling the strain of his strength as he tests the limit of each newly formed muscle group. His whole body convulses in pleasure as he becomes acquainted with the power now within him. He feels his hitherto ignored cock grow firm as he feels nothing but pride for his body and his homeland.
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He pushes himself fully off the ground to land on his ass as it too grows to break past the limit of his pants. No longer looking at his reflection Chase feels his thighs tear through his jeans and his feet grow large enough to make finding any replacement shoes impossible. His briefs struggle to hold his still growing erection as he continues to bask in his body and power as he finds himself once more sitting in front of the terracotta soldier. 
Rather than seeing it as the financial boon that he intended to when he walked in. Chase now sees it as a testament to the artistry and history that his home country deserves. He feels a fire burn in his chest as rage begins to fill him at seeing such an extraordinary artifact of his culture being subjected to this tourist trap of a museum. His eyes twitch as the last attachments to his old life fade beyond even his subconscious as he remembers the life and history of his real identity. 
Chen was not going to sit around and let this relic of Chinese opulence and power be disgraced by this sorry show. He looks down towards his reflection one last time and sees his face now perfectly mirrors the proud smirk that it has displayed since he first saw it. Chen laughs the same laugh he has always known, one deep and slow, as he stands to prepare his repatriation of this terracotta soldier. First things first though, he’ll need a few new friendly faces, a few new countrymen. He makes for the door whispering to himself as he feels his cock surge in his pants, “DĂ odǐ shĂ©i lĂĄi zǔzhǐ wǒ” (After all, who is going to stop me.)
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ichore · 5 months ago
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I wonder how many times you think we can tease alhaitham in the library before he snaps and ends up edging us under the table?
tags, warnings: alhaitham x afab!reader, reader is a librarian, they're in a relationship, alhaitham is a busy man but god knows even he can't resist you, fingering, public sex
wc: 707
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The tired, golden hue of the late afternoon Sun seeped through the stained glass windows of the House of Daena. The fragrances of fresh ink and old parchment mixed in the air, merely the knock of your heels disturbed the stillness of the library as you made your way across the building to sit next to the Scribe.
He whispered a hi before his attention darted back to his paperwork, his hand writing his signature expertly before adding the next paper to the enormous pile on his desk. You pouted; although you knew what it meant to be a Scribe for him, it never not felt like you were robbed of your time together, even if you were a librarian and you got to see him everyday. You tried your best not to forget he has his own office, but he sacrificed the peace and the quiet solitude of his own space to see more of you.
“Have you checked your messages?” you asked, whispering as a habit despite the library sounding hollow. You dragged your finger along the edge of the mahogany table as you made your way behind his back. His headphones flickered with a vibrant green light, letting you know that he sound proofed himself and he probably didn't even know that you two were alone. Your hands found his collarbones, your fingers kneading the tension in his shoulders before traveling down to his broad chest as you kissed him on the cheek. A pleased huff of air left your nostrils at the sight of his bulge being bigger than usual - meaning he did see your messages and the pictures of you in lingerie as the attachments.
The sound of the wooden chair being pulled out from under the table was echoing loudly in the emptiness of House of Daena before you took your seat next to him. Bored, you took a piece of already signed paper into your hand and began to lazily run your gaze across the written words; THE RESEARCH OF HILICHURLIAN LINGUISTICS. Was it not for Alhaitham looking mighty handsome next to you, perhaps you would've had interest in the paper. Your free hand found the hard muscles of his thigh, your eyes stayed on the paper as you began to massage the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before your fingers traveled upwards. A smirk curved your lips upward as you noticed the growth of his shaft, the frequency of his sighs as you teased him under the table - yet, it was Alhaitham, and it still felt like forever before he finally had enough and his half gloved hand made its way under your skirt.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath at the feeling of your wetness pooling and waiting for him between your thighs. His face remained the same, but his fingers shook with excitement as they began to run along your slit, wetting themselves with your sticky nectar before he moved into your clit in circular motions. Your bosom rapidly rose against his bicep as he took it as an indicator to how close you were, which made his cock leave its own mess as a wet stain on his pants. He could not take it anymore, the green of his eyes glance at you with carnal curiosity as he dropped his pen to remove his headphones. “Not caring about what people think is usually my forte, but you're beating me to it this time.”
“Love,” you started with a smile before pressing your lips against his, your grip on his cock tightening as you felt his precum roll onto your fingers. He was so adorable with the confused furrow of his brows when you slightly pulled away to brush your nose against his. “It's past 7, no one is here, but you and me.”
It took everything in you not to giggle loudly at the sight of him looking around and realizing that you were right, but your joy escaped in a yelp as he gingerly grabbed you by the back of your neck into a passionate kiss as easily grabbed your thighs and put your ass onto the table, and he groaned. “Well, in that case, I'm going to fuck you right here.”
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kitweewoos · 4 months ago
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Evan "Buck" Buckley is an upcoming player with the NHL, a winger signed to the LA Kings after being scouted from the Hershey Bears, and he's finally found a home with his team. He can get his energy out in a constructive way rather than a destructive one, and he's good at hockey. He learned how to skate from Maddie when he was just a kid, a way for her to distract him from their parents' disappointment, and he learned how to be fast even before his growth spurt and muscle gain. He's tall, and strong, and one of the fastest skaters in the NHL. He's happy, and he can see his team going all the way to the Stanley Cup if they're good enough, if they practice and learn how each other work, if they become one on the ice. Then, the unimaginable happens. There's an accident, another skater crashes into him and then another, something cracks loud enough to be picked up by the television microphones, and Buck can't get up on the ice. He presses his face into the cold and sobs through the pain. He's rushed to the hospital and they have to surgically fix his leg. His doctors aren't sure he'll walk again, let alone skate, and he can't hear that. He can't, if he wants to survive this. His physical therapist, though, Doctor Thomas Kinard, "Tommy" as he insists on being called at their first appointment, thinks he can get Buck's mobility back and get him back on the ice before the next season, if Buck follows his routine and does the work. Buck is more than motivated, and he'll do anything that Tommy tells him to (and maybe it's not just because Tommy's a good doctor, but he's also very pretty and Buck is a simple bisexual man). Tommy is funny, and smart, and he doesn't let Buck get away with anything, pushing him to work harder and be better. He is good at what he does, and if he looks good doing it, Buck doesn't mention it to anyone. His hands are magic, and Buck doesn't mention to anyone that his favorite part of their appointments is when Tommy gives him a small massage to help prevent clotting. More than just a physical therapist, Tommy helps him understand that he is still an athlete, he is still worthy of his fans and his friends' attention, that he isn't just his injury or his scars. He reminds Buck every appointment that he's doing a great job and that he is so proud of the progress that he's made. He feeds Buck compliments like treats, and Buck has never had so much praise to feel genuine. It's addicting, far more than the pain meds he's given to make it through the day. He keeps his hands to himself, and his comments about Tommy's attractiveness, about Tommy's hands, about how he wouldn't mind those hands elsewhere on his body, at least until their final session when Tommy clears him to go back to work, and discharges him as a patient. Buck sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at Tommy. "Would it be inappropriate to ask you for your number?" "If you'd said that at the start of the appointment, yes, but since I'm no longer your physical therapist, here." When Buck plays his first game the next season, there's a roar of welcome applause from their audience, but all he sees is the man behind the bench, wearing his jersey with a big grin, cheering him on just the same as he did when he was recovering, and the way he will for the rest of their lives if he's very lucky.
Dedicated to @gregorygerwitz and @regent-of-rarepairs <3
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percynorthwest · 2 months ago
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Jegulus kinktober day one + two
Cunnilingus + begging
@jeguluskinktoberr
Explicit MDNI - pls
Regulus laid splayed out over the bed. His legs were hanging off of the bed’s edge, and in between them, keeping them apart with two steady hands, was James. He was on his knees on the floor, a sight for sore eyes when Regulus had been able to sit up and look down on him.
But, as he’d gotten closer to tipping over the edge, his muscles started to twitch and were close to giving out, so he had laid down, holding one hand on top of James’ head, fingers twisting in his hair.
It felt so good.
James knew him inside and out, both figuratively and literally, and he knew what made Regulus quake with pleasure. And, he knew the telltale signs of his incoming ‘little death’.
James raised his head from between his legs, and when Regulus looked down to him, to ask him to continue, a smirk stopped him in his tracks. James had something in mind. His cheeks were glistening, and he looked up at Regulus with a certain faux innocence, almost unwittingly, as if he was completely unaware of how he’d yanked Regulus from his orgasm that was oh so close.
“Fuck,” Regulus grunted, “continue.”
James just kept smiling at him. Then, his smiled faded a bit, and his eyebrows were drawn close together. He was using his fucking ‘puppy-dog-eyes’ and had a hurt look on his face.
“That wasn’t asking very politely.” He reprimanded.
Hadn’t James been keeping his hands on top of Regulus’ thighs, Regulus would’ve almost kicked him in the stomach, but all and all he had half a mind not to even try, knowing that his muscles wouldn’t even have worked enough to do so.
“C’moooon,” Regulus threw his head back at the bed in frustration, and raised his hips, trying to seek some sort of friction.
“Ap, ap, ap,” James reprimanded, yet again, “what’s the magic word?”
And that smirk on James’ face returned also, yet again.
“You want me to beg?” Regulus complained in disbelief.
James didn’t say anything, - in so answering the question- but he had returned between Regulus’ legs again, and drew slow and gentle circles around where he needed it the most. It wasn’t close enough to the amount of pressure he needed. James was still just teasing.
Regulus groaned. He could feel his cheeks heating up, more than they already were.
“James,” he pleaded.
James still didn’t answer, just kept going with his gentle ministrations that drove Regulus out of his mind.
“Jamees,” he pleaded again, with even more urgency in his voice, but he knew it was for nothing, he knew what James was after.
“Fuck,” he said silently, finally caving in to what James was asking of him. “Please James. Please touch me. Make me cum. Please, more.”
It was so fucking pathetic, but he was so close that his head was almost spinning of pleasure that was just out of reach.
“There’s my good boy,” James teased, that smirk once again returning to his lips.
And fuck, maybe Regulus did have a praise kink, ‘cause he almost came right then and there.
James returned fully to his previous doings, now more decisive and with more determination.
”Please please please,” Regulus continued begging, it came out without him even thinking of it. He was lost in the chase for pleasure, lost in James.
James added his fingers in the game, and Regulus knew that he was soon done for. The fingers traced his hole, teased lightly. First one, and soon two, were inserted and pumped at the spot that made Regulus’ legs shake.
James continued sucking, even as he pumped the fingers in and out of him. He bobbed his head slightly, something Reg knew that he didn’t need to -Testosterone had given him some growth but not that much- but the action still made his stomach flutter with excitement and further pleasure.
And just like that the bubble of pleasure burst. Regulus felt fireworks of ecstasy from his head to his toes. His stomach muscles twitched, and the fingers that still were in James’ hair pulled slightly.
James continued until Regulus slightly started pulling him away, off.
His whole body was still twitching every now and then. It felt like it lasted forever.
James climbed on top of him as he came down. He placed gentle kisses on his neck, and stroked his hair slowly.
When Regulus had caught his breath, James looked at him.
“Was that okay?”
Regulus huffed.
“I almost kicked you for doing that, but fuck
” he traced off. “I don’t think I’ve ever came like that.”
James smiled, pleased at himself.
“I’m going to get back at you for this.” Regulus said. “Give you the same treatment,” he explained. “Will keep you right at the edge, until you’re all tears and pleads.”
“Fuck yeah,” James said, and now gave him a kiss on his mouth.
Regulus could taste himself on James’ lips, which was something that slightly aroused him. He could feel James hardness at his leg, and decided that there was no time like the present.
I’ve never written smut, or like anything close to it, before so
. lol
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