#than just adding more fabric into a tight waistband

[balkanradfem]

Fixing pants with overly-tight waistband

So, I accidentally found some warm winter pants in a box under my bed! I was extremely happy to find them because I've been out in freezing temperatures in jeans, my legs getting red and irritated from the cold. However, these pants I found, there's something interesting about them; they've got their waistband completely cut off.

I have no memory of cutting that off, but I'm 100% sure it was me, because I know what my line of thinking was. The waistband was too tight, and the pants were high-waisted, so I thought, hey, I just need to cut off this tight part and then the pants will be wearable. And then, after I cut if off, I found out, that no, you can't just cut off the piece of pants that keeps them on your body. They slide off. So after that bold move I just abandoned them in a box. I had no confidence that I could fix them, but this has changed! I am not any better at sewing than I was back then, but my confidence is through the roof, I believe I can not only fix this but make them the most comfortable pair of pants I own.

I rummaged around to find some materials I could use for a new waistband, and I was purposefully picking materials that are very stretchy, soft and warm. I want a soft stretchy waistband! I ended up being specifically drawn to these 2 black sleeves; they're from a sweater, super warm and stretchy, and also durable. I also found an elastic that I ripped out of some sweatpants in the past because it was too tight.

I decided to make the elastic longer by adding a piece of cotton fabric in the middle, and I sewed that together, I feel like it doesn't matter if there's some normal cloth in there. It won't be visible anyway.Now, to make those sleeves into a waistband. I figured out I could do it without cutting them into pieces of fabric; they're already sewn into tubes. So instead I cut them to be the same length as my elastic, and sewed them together into one long tube (I made a mistake at first and flipped one sleeve on the wrong side. But I redid it and now they're good).

Now my long tube can hold the elastic in it! But then I decided, wait, I would prefer if I just folded those tubes into a new, doubly thicker tube, because I really want as many warm layers as possible on my hips (don't wanna get cold). So the tube is folded, and elastic is placed in.

So now I needed to sew these sleeves into a new tube, with the elastic inside, and I figured, hey, I could just sew them onto the pants at the same time, so I don't have to sew that part multiple times.

I lined up the tube with the pants, and you can see I very haphazardly just sewed them on with a normal running stitch; I was mostly doing that to try it out, and see how it would look like all put together. I then sewed the elastic together in a circle, and closed the tubes together as well. The waistband at this point was shorter in length than the cut off hem of the pants, so I was lightly scrunching the pants while sewing, to match the length, knowing once I put them on this will not be visible and even out. Then I tried them on, and while it looked okay, my running stitch came apart, and the waistband separated!

You can see here how half of the waistband is off. I was so focused on scrunching the pants I forgot to make the stitch adjusted to the stretchy fabric.

I know sewing machines have a special stitch that is used on stretchy fabric so the stitch itself is stretchy, but I never found out how to do something like that by hand, and I was at that point, in a room with no internet so I wasn't gonna find out. Instead, I invented my own little stitch that would do a good-enough job. In the second picture you can see how every few stitches, there's thread just going around the edge, that was my trick. This way, when I'm stretching the waistband, instead of the thread breaking, it will pull from these areas where I've wrapped it around, because it's a bit more loose in there and can be tightened without breaking. I've also sewn it in 4 sections, so its not one continuous thread going through the same waistband.

Once I did that, I was mostly done! Here's the pants mended and how they look on me.

I've converted them into sweatpant-like garment, which, yes, good. But! I was wrong about one thing. That elastic, even though I added some length on it, was still too tight, making me feel uncomfortable and tight. So. I opened up the waistband again. Pulled the elastic out. Stitched it back, and tried it on. And decided to keep it like that. This fix didn't need an elastic, I was just paranoid that my new waistband wouldn't hold without one – but it was stretchy and firm enough to hold without any issues! They look just the same as with the elastic in them. I've since worn them outside and they're great!

This entire fix maybe took an hour and now I have comfortable pants to wear all winter. 10/10 recommend trying it out.

Also this is not an official way how to fix a waistband, I've done it before by just adding extra fabric to the waistband that was already there, and it's a lot less work, however... this works too. If you've.. chaotically cut the whole waistband off. Completely salvageable.

[nereidprinc3ss]

whiny and spoiled

in which reader is being a brat but spencer just can't help himself from taking off her clothes and going down on her anyway!

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: MUNCH!SPENCE (aka canon compliant!) oral fem receiving (duh lol) reader referred to as a girl, bratty reader, idk if this is soft dom spencer or if this is just pure unadulterated munch spencer who will eat pussy at the drop of a hat, overstimulation kinda, sexy and hot, will make u bust a/n: requests are tentatively open in that i may not complete them but i will surely consider them!! thank you guys for all the positive feedback, it's so motivating and i love that you seem to like my stuff so much! please lmk if you like this and what you'd like to see more of in the future! so many ideas and WIPs

You’re lounging on Spencer’s bed when he gets home, fiddling with one of his Rubik’s cubes and kicking your feet in the air absent-mindedly. 

You look up as he opens the bedroom door and gestures for you to remove your headphones, looking a little bemused at the scene in front of him. 

“How was work?” you ask, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his bag and comes to kiss you in greeting. 

“It was fine,” he dismisses, hands braced on the mattress as he leans over you, looking you up and down. “Why are you wearing boots in bed?” 

“Because I didn’t feel like dealing with the laces.” 

“Take them off, please. You have no idea how much bacteria and filth you’re introducing to the place I sleep.” 

“Probably no more than I do with my hands,” you shrug, shaking the Rubiks cube in his face for added emphasis. He plucks it from your hand and sets it on the bedside table. 

“I’m asking politely,” Spencer says, raising his eyebrows slightly and standing up straight, probably wondering if this is the thing you’re going to push him on tonight. You chew your lip, cocking your head as you regard him. 

“I want to keep them on. They’re my good luck charm. People leave the scary girl wearing the stompy boots alone.” 

He circles to the foot of the bed. 

“Are you saying you want to scare me away?” 

“No. But I don’t need the boots to scare you,” you tease. 

You squeal when he grabs your ankles and pulls you down the bed, beginning to unlace one of your shoes. 

“Do these actually intimidate people?” he asks absent-mindedly, focused on loosening the laces. 

“I mean... I don’t know. Maybe some people,” you splutter after a moment, slightly flustered. 

“Hm. I guess I don’t find you all that scary to begin with,” Spencer admits, tugging the first boot off and tossing it to the ground before getting to work on the second one.  

“Shut up. I’m totally scary.” 

But you’re losing your steel as he looks down at you, eyes raking over your body. There is a hungry sort of sparkle in his eyes now—one that has become familiar and sends a thrill through you. 

“Maybe to people who don’t know you very well.” 

Your eyes narrow. 

“Don’t patronize me.” 

The second boot is removed and joins the other on the floor. His hands begin running up and down the front of your legs. You shiver.  

“I’m not patronizing you, honey. I’m just being honest.” The movement of his hands ceases as he seems to consider something. “Do you want me to be scared of you?” 

You swallow, eyes darting over his face and looming frame, wishing he would keep touching you. 

“No,” you find yourself saying. “But fear is respect. Everybody likes being respected.” 

“I don’t know if I agree that fear and respect are the same,” he muses, smiling ever so slightly, “but I respect you very much.” He resumes moving his hands, higher this time, over your thighs and under your skirt. “I just can’t imagine such a sweet girl being perceived as intimidating.” 

“I am not sweet,” you mutter, distracted by the way his hands skim so lightly over your skin—flipping your skirt over your stomach.  

“Right. You’re terrifying,” he amends gently, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your tights. “Up.” You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the sheer fabric down your legs and carefully off your feet. “The pink underwear are really scary,” he teases, snapping the fabric against your hip. 

“Shut up,” you repeat breathlessly, face heating. “You’re the one that got them for me.” 

“I did, didn’t I? They look good on you.” Finally, he looks up from the pink lace to your eyes. “Can I take them off?” 

“You don’t always have to ask, you know,” you breathe. Sometimes, the answer is obvious enough. 

“I like hearing you say yes.” 

You flush, because what he really means is that he likes when you get desperate. 

“Yes, you can take them off.” 

A smile flickers over his face as he slides the underwear down and off, making sure to take his sweet time. Every brush of his thumb on your calf, every delicate pass over your ankle gives you anticipatory chills.  

“Before I’m dead?” you ask, slightly strained. He tsks, tossing them on the bed. 

“Someone should do something about that attitude of yours.” 

“My attitude is your fault.” 

“Because I like giving you what you want? Sue me.” 

“Spencer,” you grit. 

He slings your ankles over his shoulders. 

“See? You’re not scary. You’re just whiny and spoiled.” 

And before you can defend yourself, or at least make a sufficiently withering reply, he’s leaning down, licking a broad stripe between your legs that for once renders you speechless. Any comment on the tip of your tongue dies as the tip of his becomes all you can think about, melting into a content moan while you rake your fingers through his hair. He sucks lightly on your clit until you’re rolling your hips and then he releases, moving to press kisses to your inner thighs. “Are you going to be nice now?” 

“Mhm,” you promise, wanting only for him to keep pleasuring you in that mind-numbing way of his. 

“Are you just saying that?” 

Another kiss. 

“No! Mean it,” you whimper. 

“Good girl,” he says, rubbing your outer thigh.  

The next kiss is planted on your clit, before he’s taking it into his mouth again and leaving you a whiny mess. You throw your head back and your eyes flutter shut, melting into the bed and not bothering to hold back your sounds. 

“Fuck.” Your voice is small, a gasp as he begins to flick his tongue over the bud, each brush against the sensitive spot making your hips stutter. He rubs your leg soothingly but doesn’t let up—you look back down to watch as best you can through your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you,” you murmur. 

He laughs against you and the vibrations only make you feel higher, whining and bucking slightly when he begins to lap at your slick entrance—kitten licks so light they’re torturous. 

Spencer obviously has a goal in mind; there’s no hesitation and the teasing is minimal. He just wants to make you feel good. And it’s working. The man eats pussy like he’s in love with it.  

His name is rolling off your tongue when he kicks into full gear, firm, fast circles around your clit that make you dizzy and hot.  

“Oh, my god—” you cut yourself off with a languid, shameless moan, rolling your head to the side but keeping your eyes glued on him. He groans in approval as your hands card through his hair, moving one hand to slide affectionately up and down your stomach as the muscles there tense and flex.  

“Fucking obscene,” he mutters, pausing for another filthy, wet kiss to your cunt. “Taste so good, angel girl.” 

“Mm... wanna cum,” you beg, rolling your hips and hoping he’ll get the message. 

“You will.” Spencer takes a long, luxurious lick as if to prove his point, pulling a desperate mewl from your parted lips. “Because you always get exactly what you want, don't you?” 

“Mhm,” you agree, eyes screwing shut, but the reply quickly devolves into a stream of little ah’s that are so sweet Spencer has trouble reconciling their sanctity with their pornographic nature. And the way you unconsciously, innocently begin to pull him closer, trying to press yourself further into his mouth—well, it’s like he said; fucking obscene.  

Sometimes Spencer likes to tease you at this point, to pull away and say sweet and dirty things that always bring forth your most adorable, embarrassed, desperate whimpers. But you taste so good, and you are whiny and spoiled, and you make such pretty noises when you’re all soft and needy like this and he can’t bear to pull away. Not when you deserve to cum. And it’s thoughts like these that are the reason you’re a spoiled princess, he muses peripherally. Because he’s fucking whipped for you. 

“That’s so good,” you exhale, “just like that, please—fuck!” 

He knows you’re going to cum, and there are many things he could do, many things he could say to fuck you over for his own enjoyment, but now he wants more than just about anything he’s ever wanted to work you apart and taste you cumming on his tongue. So he keeps running a reassuring hand over your stomach, trying to remind you to breathe as you approach your peak. 

You finish, a slow wave of ecstasy washing over you, chanting his name as your hips sporadically roll and stutter into his face, and he’s making out with your soaked, messy pussy in a way that would never lead one to believe he’s ever been shy or squeamish or hesitant in any way.  

“Spencer,” you yelp, incandescent warmth radiating in soft waves from your core and slowing your movements as your hips twitch in an attempt to escape the continual onslaught of his mouth. 

“You can take it for a minute, honey,” 

A defeated, half-pleasure half-pain whine lets him know he’s won as he continues to kiss your throbbing cunt, but soon small, weak moans are slipping unbidden past the barrier of your lips. You realize he’s going to make you cum again and there’s nothing you can do about it but tighten your hold in his hair, groan, and ride his tongue as he eats you for all that you’re worth. 

The second orgasm is softer, blurrier, and equally perfect as the first. It threatens the already tenuous hold you have on your consciousness, strand after strand snapping until you’re barely hanging on. 

“Spencer,” you repeat, slurring as you try to shut your legs. “Please, can’t, baby.” 

“You could,” he says, sitting up and closing your useless legs for you, massaging the weak muscles. “You’ve done more.” 

“Mm-mm,” you disagree, chest rising and falling as your breathing slows. “Don’t wanna.” 

“That’s okay, angel. I’m not gonna force you.” 

You sigh, obviously satisfied. “That felt really good.” 

“I bet it did,” he chuckles, finally moving to lay down next to you. Immediately you curl up to him, and he smooths your skirt back down before tracing soothing patterns on the leg you’ve slung over him. “You’re so cute.” 

“Don’t go spreading it around.” 

“Never,” he promises, mocking but in good nature. The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, as you consider his decidedly unsatisfying answer. 

“You’re not even a little scared of me?” 

He smoothes your hair away from your eyes. 

“No, honey, I’m not. But I’m sure other people find you utterly terrifying.” 

You open your eyes to regard him ruefully, before they narrow again. 

“You have a little something...” you begin, gesturing to your mouth. He snorts. 

“Oh, do I?” 

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: eren x virgin!reader

warnings: smuuttt 18+

Stress Reliever

“Mama, calm down” Eren followed as you paced around the room, before plopping down onto the bed, a pout resting on your face.

“But Eren, what if I fail?” Tears of frustration building in your eyes. Tomorrow was the day you presented your capstone project, and reasonably you were stressing.

Eren had been doing his best to calm your nerves all week, giving you massages, making your meals, and helping you study. It just wasn't enough for you though, you were too nervous.

“Baby, you're not gonna fail, you're the smartest girl I know, and we've been over it a thousand times, I know you're gonna do great you just have to believe in yourself, baby”

“Let's just go over it one more time” You stood, immediately silenced when he lifted you up and laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you as he started to litter kisses onto your face.

“Stop worrying ma, you'll do great, just relax” His grip tight as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, spreading them to make room for himself.

This simple action having your heart race. Despite being together for almost a year nothing happened between you two. Mainly because you both wanted to build a relationship that wasn't based on sex, but also because you were nervous. He was your first everything, and as gut wrenching it was to say, you weren't his.

“Eren” Your breath hitched as his bulge brushed against the crotch of the thin fabric that made up your pajama shorts.

“You gotta relax, ma. You gone let me help you?” He murmured as he kissed his way down your neck.

Maybe this is what you needed, your anxiety to just flow out of you with a mind boggling orgasm.

“Yes” You released a breath.

“Good girl” He smirked kissing you once more before he undressed you, savoring the way you squirmed underneath him.

“You're so beautiful, mami” He whispered as he took his time exploring every inch of your body with his hands and mouth before stopping right in front of your pajama clad pussy, traces of your arousal seeping through the fabric.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants as he tugged them down, your clit slightly peeking out from behind your glistening folds.

“She's so pretty, baby,” He groaned, his thumbs spreading your folds apart as he pressed light kisses to your clit.

“Eren” You silently begged for more friction.

Indulging in your neediness he licked up a long stripe of your arousal. Strings of the fluid mixture connecting his tongue to your pussy.

“Shit, baby, you taste so good.” He dug his fingers into your thighs, burying his face into your folds.

His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing you with each lap before sucking softly, tongue swirling around the bud as your hips bucked. The flat muscle slurping up long stripes of your pussy.

“Fuck, Eren oh my god” You heaved, hands pushing the loose hair out of his face.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sound of his name leaving your lips only spurred him on as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive bud lightly.

“I'm so close, pa” You whined, looking down at him, his eyes closed as he ate you like a starved man.

Your thighs closed around his head as a response to the tightening knot in your tummy, the bite he delivered to your inner thigh releasing a yelp from your glossy lips as you opened them wide. The glare he sent your way turning you on more than it should.

“Let go mama, I'm here” His low voice muffled by your folds as he added a thick digit into your sopping pussy, walls clamping around it at the curl of his fingers and his tounge tracing a zigzag pattern on your clit, before he sucked on the pulsing bud.

“Papa” You cried as he slurped up the juices flowing from your pussy.

“Wait, pa, I can't- too much” You protested, thighs clamping around his head as he lapped at your pussy, sliding in another digit.

“Just one more ma, you taste so good” He licked the insides of your thighs, before pushing them up to your chest.

“And don't close your fucking legs again”

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“Did so good for me, pretty” He panted after ripping two more orgasms from you. Kissing and licking his way up your body, before he engulfed you in a passionate kiss, your taste lingering on his tongue.

“Need you inside, now. Please papa” You begged.

“Are you sure?” Despite just sucking your soul from your pussy, he was still a sweetheart. Green eyes rapidly scanning your face for any sense of doubt.

“Yes, please” You tugged on his shirt revealing the sight sheen of sweat on his toned muscles.

“I'll go slow, but all you have to say is stop and I will okay?” He reached down into his sweats, stroking himself before pulling them down. Boy was he hung, prominent veins along the circumference of his dick, and his red tip leaking pre-cum from the occasional grind he delivered to the mattress while having you cream on his fingers.

“Okay” You let out a shaky breath, nerves rising as he rubbed his tip through your folds, collecting your slick before lining up with your entrance.

“Don't worry baby, just relax for me” He whispered in the crook of your neck as he pushed himself in.

The stretch was borderline unbearable as you felt him slide into your walls. He was thick, and having a hard time moving an inch without you squeezing him so tight.

“Relax princess, let me in” He whispered, taking note of your nails breaking the skin of his back, and your furrowed eyebrows as you tried to adjust.

“M’trying s’jus too big” You practically cried.

“I know, mama. Wanna stop?” He pressed loving kisses to your forehead.

“No, no I can take it. Just keep going” He went slowly, taking his time to minimize the discomfort, and look for any signs of pain as he nestled in between your legs, tip brushing against your cervix.

“Doing so good for me, princess. Just relax” He soothed once you gave him the green light to move.

Before you knew it he was whispering nasty things into your ear as he pounded into you, your second orgasm from his thrusts building in your lower stomach.

“Taking this dick so good for me, ma. Fat ass pussy squeezing me so tight” He grunted, tits bouncing at his feverish movements.

The room was hot and filled with your moans, and slapping skin as Eren pounded into you. He was slowly losing control, relishing in the way your pussy welcomed him in, the white creamy stickiness at the base of his cock having his brain go fuzzy. His only objective to have you cum on his dick over and over again till you were fucked senseless.

“Papa t-too much- mhmph too deep” You cried, despite wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“S'too deep? Thought you could take it, baby. Thought you were my good girl” He faked his concern, bullying his dick into your warm walls.

“I am” You pouted, nails digging into his biceps as he pressed down on your chubby tummy, smirking when he felt his dick poking his hand.

“Then nut on your dick, mama. Be a good girl for daddy” The dam breaking immediately when he rubbed tight circles on your clit.

“Shit” He moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he painted your walls with his sticky cum.

“Did so good, baby” He whispered in between kisses as he fucked his load back into you.

“S-sensitive, pa” You whined as you pushed his hips away, earning a pinch to your hand and fake pout.

“I know” He faked sympathy, pushing your legs up against your chest.

“But I want you to do well tomorrow, lemme make sure I fucked all the anxiety outta you. Yeah?”

wrote for my babes who needed an eren during their finals week cause ik i needed one ૮꒰ྀི˶˃ ⌓ ˂˶꒱ྀིა

anywayssss i gotta question. does anyone have any tips on how to length the smutty scenes i feel as if they're too short but im not 100% sure on how to add more detail. any feedback is appreciated mwah<333

[charliemwrites]

Part 9 of Charmed Slasher Simon

(CW: this is all basically noncon. Like, yeah they had a “deal” but it’s not like it was agreed on in good faith ya know? Stay safe while reading, please, and let me know if this warning needs to be more descriptive)

You shake as Simon trails his fingers absently along your tummy, amused by the way it twitches, tickling and frightened in equal measures. So much he wants to do to you, but only so much you’ll be able to take for this first little triste.

Besides, though not long for this world, there’s only so much he wants that little worm to see of you.

“You ever spend so long fantasizing about something that when the moment finally comes, you’re just spoiled for options?” he muses aloud, pinching your nipples through your thin shirt. He can hear the high pitched noises trapped in the back of your throat, tsks at the denial.

“I’m usually a decisive man, you know that, sunshine. But all the things I want to do to you…”

You squirm when he pinches a bit harder, adding a little twist. He shuffles his knee between your thighs and pulls you back, making you grind against his thigh with every involuntary twitch and shudder.

“Could bruise this pretty ass for running out into the snow like that, reckless thing.” You jolt when he palms the plush fat of one cheek. “Or I could just torture your tight little hole. Leave that pretty pussy aching…”

You make a noise like a sob as his thumb rubs through the layers of your pants and underwear. You try to lean away but he’s got such a tight grip on your wrists that all it does is arch your back.

He inches his fingers over the crest of your hip again, dips back to your swollen clit and soaked cunt. Hell, you’re even wetter than before, a sticky line running down your thigh, fabric clinging to overheated skin. He groans against your throat, has to see it for himself.

You try to protest as he yanks your waistbands down to mid thigh, but he quiets you with those same two fingers stuff in your mouth, teeth scraping his knuckles. You nearly gag as he pets the back of your tongue, imagines how it’ll feel against the fat head of his cock.

In the firelight, you’re gleaming, something out of a fever dream. He leans you back farther and forces your legs wider with his own, lets the heat caress at the insides of your thighs, the creamy slick webbing between your lips.

“Fuck, maybe I should just play with this, huh?” He rasps. “Watched you do it so many times. You don’t know how to edge yourself properly, luv. Always let yourself give in too soon.”

You make a startled noise, huge, watery eyes finding his. He chuckles at the mortified question in them, teases his fingertips over your slit.

“Yeah, sunshine. I watched you fuck this pretty pussy, cryin’ ‘n pleadin’ for me,” he purrs in your ear. “Took everythin’ in me to let you have your fun, to keep from showin’ you how it’s done…”

He circles a finger over your clit, a barely-there brush that makes your pretty wet lashes flutter. Over and over, watches that flush bloom steadily over your face, down your neck. The haze glossing over your eyes.

“How about that, hm? We’ll start from the beginning and work our way through my list.”

He slips his fingers from your mouth, watches you lick unconsciously at the taste of him lingering on your lips.

“Y-you’re not gonna…?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes. Fills in the blanks and can’t help growling.

“Oh, you want me to hurt you, is that it?” he asks. “You want - no, you need an excuse to hate me. You’re hoping I tear you up so that you have an easy out for all these confusing feelings.”

You try to babble out a denial but the shock in your eyes is all the confirmation he needs. He tamps down his anger by dragging his teeth along your neck, working a dark mark into the skin.

You don’t know any better, he reminds himself. But you will.

“Don’t you worry, luv, there will be plenty of punishment for you,” he rumbles. “But you’re going to beg me for it.”

You open your mouth, maybe to deny it, but he pinches your sensitive little clit between two fingers and revels in the way you squeal.

He instantly soothes the ache with gentle circles, trailing kisses along your jaw. Tastes fresh salt on your skin.

“Best save your tears, precious,” he warns, smirking. “You’ll need them.”

He parts your lips with two fingers, leaving you open and exposed, groaning through his teeth at the sight of you. Wet and swollen, so needy for him. You try to buck away when he rubs a finger over your clit, firm strokes up and down.

“If you don’t stay still and take it like a good girl, I’ll tie you down and make you be a good girl.”

You duck your chin, eyes squeezed miserably shut as you try to lock down your body. It’s ridiculously endearing, how you wiggle and then catch yourself, breath hitching as you wait for him to lose patience. He hums whenever you start getting to squirmy, delights in the way you shiver and sink your teeth into your lip. Settle down only for him to change the tempo or the pattern and ruin all your self control.

He amuses himself drawing patterns all over your pulsing clit - circles and stars. Hearts that make your eyes roll back in your head. Zig zags from your weeping hole up to the very top of your slit.

It takes a while for you to truly approach your orgasm with the way he denies you a proper rhythm to build on. But he notices the moment you finally start to reach that peak, not even his reminder to hold still can keep you from twitching and rocking, helpless little jolts of your hips.

He coos. “So desperate to finish. Is it because you think I’ll be done with you once you do?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to get more friction, more pressure. He lets you rush right up to the edge and then stops, skipping down to circle your hole. Luxuriates in the fresh flood of wetness coating your thighs. It yanks you back like a dog on a leash, your orgasm right there but just out of reach.

You don’t even seem to realize what’s happened for a second, mouth hanging open and a cute little furrow between your brow. When he chuckles, teasing up to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, it seems to click. You shoot him a dismayed look, the most precious hint of betrayal lurking in your glassy irises.

“N-no…” you nearly beg.

He smirks, nips at your puffy bottom lip. “You can say no if you like. Or even stop. We had a deal, though, didn’t we?”

“R-Riley…”

You scream when he spanks your pussy. Not nearly as hard as he craves, but it sends pretty streamers of tears down your hot cheeks. Another, two fingers directly to your clit. You nearly crumple, only his hold on your wrists keeping you upright.

“My real name, sunshine, or I’ll give you a reason to say no,” he warns.

“S-Simon,” you whimper, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

He shushes you, petting apologetically at your throbbing core.

“I know, luv, I know. But you’ll never learn if I don’t teach you right.”

The tears don’t stop as he drags you right up to the edge again, bullying through the lingering sting of getting spanked with overwhelming pleasure. When he pulls back a second time, you start up the “no’s” again, voice shattered into pathetic little pieces.

“That’s alright,” he murmurs, “say whatever you need to get you through, I won’t be mad.”

He gets you so so close once again, cock twitching against your ass as it grinds back against him. But he lightens his touch, not stopping but not letting you fall, easing the pressure up and up and up until even the slightest graze would break you.

Instead, he pulls away entirely to squeeze at the plush of your thighs and hips, cooing over the way they shake for him.

“Simon,” you sob, tucking into his chest. He slows his touches, watching you try to curl into him, chest burning with something bloodier than love. “Simon, please. It hurts.”

He hums, sliding his hand back up to your pussy, massaging your labia. Careful not to touch your needy clit.

“It hurts, hm?” he croons, unable to keep the mean pleasure from his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to. Where does it hurt?”

You hiccup, sniffle. “M-my… my…”

“Tell me, sunshine, or I can’t make it better.”

You fold a bit, bounce, almost like a tantrum. So out of control on sensation and emotion that you can’t keep it together as you form the words.

“M-my pussy. It — I need…”

He hums again, fingers trailing down to your hole. Teases his finger at your entrance and feels it spasming around nothing.

“So empty,” he breathes. “Is that it, luv? Your little cunt is aching to be filled?”

You shudder on a cry but nod, face hidden against his neck. He lets you, far too endeared by your attempts to find comfort from the man torturing you in the first place.

“Hurts,” you repeat.

“Do you hate me yet?” he mocks.

You keen softly. “Y-yes.”

A tap to your clit again. If you weren’t so strung out you’d probably even find it pleasurable but right now it makes you writhe and beg him to stop.

“Dont lie,” he warns, voice low, “where are my good girl’s manners?”

“‘M sorry,” you whine.

“One more time now - do you hate me yet?”

Your words seem to get caught up in your throat so you shake your head. Hes tempted - so, so tempted - to make you admit it aloud. But he doesn’t want to be too mean, not yet.

“Good girl,” he whispers, “that’s my girl. You want me to make you feel better now?”

You sniffle again, lean back into him a bit more. “Please.”

“There we go,” he praises, “nice and polite. I’ll take care of you, luv.”

Your body is so ready that it’s nothing for him to slide a finger into you, slick already running down his palm.

“N-no no,” you mumble.

“No what? I’m making you feel better.”

“‘S not — need more. Please, please, Simon.”

It’s hearing his real name in your small, reedy voice that finally appeals to what little mercy he has. He fits two fingers into your cunt and curves them to rub your silky walls.

“Fuck, you’re tight, sunshine,” he groans through his teeth. “You’re gonna choke my cock.”

You squeal as he starts rocking his hand, fucking you at an easy pace, getting you accustomed to the new stimulation. Starts building up your orgasm again, piece by moaning piece, finding every spot that makes your back bow with pleasure.

“Please, please, lemme cum this time Simon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He huffs in amusement, caressing his thumb over your crossed wrists.

“Oh baby, you don’t have a choice.”

He flattens his palm against your core and pumps his fingers faster, harder. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit with each twitch of his wrist. You get tighter and tighter, voice pitching up and up, until your entire body goes taut, walls clamping down almost painfully.

He strokes you through it, brutal and relentless until you’re screaming at him to stop. That it’s too much. He releases your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat, obsessed with how delicate it feels in his palm. Just the slightest squeeze of his fingers and your eyes roll back. The second orgasm gushes from your abused cunt, all over his wrist and your thighs, dripping puddles onto the carpet.

He loosens his hold slowly, work you over through it, feeling you squeeze and pulse with aftershocks.

When he glances at your pretty, flushed, and tear-stained face, your eyes are shut. Out cold.

He chuckles and gently lays you out closer to the fire, grabs a pillow from a nearby chair to set under your head. Lingers for a moment, rubbing over your back, massaging gently at your shoulders. Your wrists are already bruising.

Then a muffled noise calls his attention.

Brandon.

“Now the second half of the deal.”

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When camping with your best friend (with benefits) doesn't go to plan

NSFW smut · block & don't read if you're uncomfortable · reader gives a bj, cursing · wc: 1139 · requested

Your phone vibrated in your hands, you shifted your gaze down to it to find a text from your best friend.

come to my tent

there's no one here atm

A small smile found its way across your lips, you wasted no time in hurrying out of your tent and down to where Riki's was pitched.

Some of the boys invited you and other mutual friends to go on a short camping trip with them out in the woods, you were ecstatic over the fact it meant getting to spend more time with your favourite person, Riki.

"Took you long enough," The said boy teased as you unzipped the opening to his tent and threw yourself inside, while simultaneously shushing him by placing your finger across your lips. You made sure to close the entry back up.

"The others left to go on a walk, my baby, there's no one here," He spoke, his deep voice was tainted by firey excitement, yet it was still hushed and cautious. The tone of his voice was music to your ears.

The pet name caused you to erupt into quiet giggles as you crawled over to him on all fours before settling on his lap, straddling his thighs. The both of you shared a swift look, nothing but soft smiles filled the tight, dark space.

You wasted no time in closing the few inches that were left between the two of you. Your stomach erupted into an array of butterflies as you engulfed his soft, plump lips with your own. Your lips danced against one another's. Goodness you loved the feeling of his lips, no one else's could compare or even come close to how good his pillowy ones felt against you. You could've stayed making out with him like that all night.

His touchy hands only added to your butterflies.

Riki's smile broke the kiss for a split moment as he breathlessly spoke against your swollen, red tinted lips, "What if I invited you over to talk? You're so needy,"

He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a quiet, high-pitched moan from your throat that drove him wild. He loved the noises you'd make, even more so considering he was the only one who got to hear those heavenly sounds of yours.

You could feel him growing harder and harder under his sweat pants, and although the feeling of him against your clothed core was making you feel lightheaded, you successfully fought the urge to grind down onto him. You had a different plan in mind for your best friend that evening.

Riki watched you carefully with a raised eyebrow as you climbed off him, a tender look settled in his eyes. You kneeled beside his large body as he laid back and propped himself up on his elbows. Feeling more playful than usual, you began to fiddle with the waistband of his sweat pants, salivating when you noticed he only had sweats on.

"Baby, please," Riki almost whined, which only turned you on even more, "Please do something,"

You smiled to yourself as you watched his twitching bulge, proud of how hard you've managed to get him by barely even doing anything. A string of hushed curses escaped his lips as you palmed him through the gray fabric.

"..I'm already close," Riki groaned, sounding like he was disappointed. You chuckled in reply before you ever so slightly pulled his sweat pants down, finally revealing all of him. 

You placed a few soft pecks on the sensitive skin, followed by some kitten licks. After licking up the shaft, you proceeded to take the entirety of his length into your warm, more than welcoming mouth. You sigh in content. He sucks in a breath, the vibrations only adding to his dizziness. He could've sworn he saw stars.

"Oh my fuck, y/n," His hips bucked upwards mere seconds later, his member perfectly hitting the back of your throat, "J-just like that,"

After a few minutes of Riki squirming underneath you, you decided to give your mouth a quick break as you continued the job with your hands. You knew exactly how he liked it best.. and boy did you do your best for him. Riki's head fell backwards at the sight of your small hands wrapped around him, sticky and wet. His chest tightened with every kiss you left on his tip.

"And to think you called me the needy one," You chuckled quietly as you played with him against your tongue,

"I will never not be needy for you," His eyes shut, his eyebrows twisted in pleasure. He was in such a state of pure bliss he could barely choke out coherent sentences.

"Y/n.. I-I'm gonna cum,"

What did I do to deserve having him like this for me?

"It's okay, let go for me," You reassured Riki before taking him back inside. The wet warmth made his abs tense up for what might've been the fiftieth time underneath his thin, white tee.

"F-fuck.. Fuck," One of his hands found its way into your hair, gripping the strands tightly between his fingers. He helped guide your head as it bobbed on him.

As Riki coated the inside of your mouth, you made sure to swallow every last sticky drop while maintaining eye contact with him. He looked so prettily fucked out, the sight had you squeezing your thighs together.

Mustering up all the energy he had left within himself, Riki sat up and went straight back for your lips, his grip in your hair not budging. He could taste himself on your tongue.

"Are y'all done yet..?"

Your jaw fell open at the sound of the familiar voice that came from outside the tent.. That was Jay.

You stared at Riki, your eyes wide. He stared back at you just as shocked as his hand fell from your hair, he was still trying to catch his breath. The panting boy immediately pulled his sweats up, his lips pursed, holding back a laugh.

"Did they hear us?" You mouthed, he shrugged in reply.

Your hand flew to your face, covering your mouth as you tried to not make any further noises. Riki's eyes focused on the entry to the tent.

"I'm already close~" What sounded like Jake's mocking voice was heard next, you gasped quietly.

"How long have yous been out there!?" Riki shouted, your body fell forwards across his as your cheeks flushed red. His long arms wrapped around your figure, you couldn't help but laugh against his torso.

"We didn't want to interrupt.. Now stop sucking dick and come out here to eat proper food," Another one of the boys added which had caused Riki to quietly start laughing with you.

You spent the rest of that night hiding your face as the boys continued to crack jokes non-stop.

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Yours

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: (aged up) nsfw, smut with no plot, possessive & hard-ish dom Neteyam, pure filth

Mine (part one)

“Oh, fuck.”

Neteyam’s eyes flutter closed, head tilting back in pleasure as your lips part around the head of his cock. He can’t help but rut into you, long fingers tangling in your braids. A soft sigh leaves his mouth as it falls open, a string of moans filling your tent.

You hum lowly, rounded eyes blinking up at him. Heat pools between your legs at the expression of ecstasy etched into his features. Your hands trail up and down his thighs gently, loving the way they tense beneath your touch.

Your tongue swirls around his thick cock, paying extra attention to the underside, just the way you know he likes. He groans above you when you press him deeper, ignoring the few gags that catch in your throat.

He grips your hair at the scalp, tugging firmly, a low growl rumbling through him. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, cock twitching in your mouth as you allow him to to pull nearly all the way out before thrusting his length deep into your waiting mouth.

Your core aches with mounting desire, not only from your mate's sounds of pleasure, but because of the way he so publicly staked his claim over you earlier. Despite the barbaric nature of it all, you can't deny that seeing him jump to your defense without hesitation made your stomach flutter.

One of your hands leaves his thigh, slowly caressing the length of his strong leg before smoothing over the fabric of your loincloth. You just need something to hold you over, anything to quench the overwhelming need within your slick core.

Just as your fingertips nestle beneath the waistband, Neteyam's eyes pop open and he roughly tugs you from his cock.

“Did I say you could touch, baby girl?” He rasps lowly, voice hoarse with pleasure.

Heavy lidded eyes glare down at you, reminding you of his agitated state. It was easy to forget, when he’s so pliant under your touch, but with that one single pointed look, you know you’re in for a long night.

A whimper falls from your lips, fingers inching closer to your pussy as it desperately clenches around nothing. You lean back, his cock pulling from your mouth with a pop.

“Please, Nete.” You blink up at him hopefully, lips pursing in the cute little pout he can never deny.

His jaw clenches, grip on your hair tightening to an almost painful degree. Another broken sound fills the room as he roughly guides your mouth back toward him, cock twitching in need.

Usually, the adorable look on your face would have him weak in the knees, giving you whatever your heart desires, but tonight…tonight, he has no room left for softness. He’s too riled up, too much anger and frustration still lodged in his chest to relent even a fraction of control.

He needs to dominate you, to possess you. Prove to himself—and anyone close enough to hear—that you’re his. His to take, to claim, to devour.

“Hands behind your back.” He grunts through clenched teeth.

Your breath hitches, pussy gushing at his commanding tone. Your body has no choice but to oblige, fingers instantly pulling from your loincloth. You wouldn’t dare disobey him while he’s like this, knowing the punishment likely wouldn’t be worth the momentary satisfaction of making him snap.

Once your fingers intertwine behind your hips, Neteyam is quick to yank you forward by your hair, forcing his cock between your lips. Your eyes flutter, stomach flipping with desire at his roughness. It’s a side of him you don’t get to see often, but when it emerges, you’re reduced to a nothing more than puddle of need.

“Eyes on me, sevin (pretty).” He orders firmly, and you instantly obey.

A long moan rumbles his chest, one hand leaving your scalp to hold your jaw between his fingers and thumb. His cock thrusts into your mouth harshly, the added pressure from his tight grip making his eyes roll back in pleasure.

Within seconds, an intense orgasm washes over him, abs tensing as thick ropes of cum fill your throat. Moisture blurs your vision as you try to keep your breath steady while choking on his huge cock.

Suddenly, he yanks you back, arms wrapping around your middle to hoist you from the floor and toss you onto the bed. Your chest heaves as you prop yourself up onto your elbows, hooded eyes watching as Neteyam sinks to his knees at the foot of the mattress.

Long fingers curl around your hips, effortlessly dragging you to the end of the woven structure. His palms skim along your thighs, sweltering gaze holding you hostage as he peels your legs apart. He tears your loincloth off in one harsh tug, before discarding the tattered material on the floor.

“Go on, touch yourself for me.” He rasps, slinging both of your legs over his shoulders as he nestles between them.

His heated gaze flicks downward, transfixed on your glistening pussy that’s spread just for him. Your eyes pop wide, a disappointed whimper falling from your parted lips.

He glances at you pointedly, daring you to disobey. “You were so desperate before, weren’t you?”

Sharp teeth catch your lower lip, chewing on the plush skin as your hand hesitantly caresses down your chest, over your trembling stomach, until finally landing where you need it most.

A quiet gasp fills the room as you drag one finger through your swollen pussy lips, digit gliding over your slick easily. Neteyam groans, cock already painfully hard again at the sight. His noises spur you on, encourage you to gently prod against your entrance.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You know that, right?” He growls, gaze still locked on your finger as it disappears inside you.

You mewl pathetically, back arching from the bed as a wave of pleasure courses through you at his dirty words.

“Every little tahni (freckle), every stripe…especially right here.” His eyes flick up toward your face, watching your expression tighten as he presses a sloppy kiss in the dip of your thigh, only inches away from your pussy.

Your hips jerk at the sudden spark of sensation, a broken moan rumbling your chest. You add another finger, desperately searching for the relief you know only his cock will provide.

“It all belongs to me, doesn’t it?” He murmurs, laving a trail of kisses down your inner thigh.

When you don’t respond, his fangs nip at your skin, making you buck against him again. Your fingers plunge into your sopping pussy faster, chasing your mounting release. You feel so filthy, so wonton as your hips grind against your own hand, arousal dripping down to your wrist.

“I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question.” Neteyam growls against your skin, soothing the mark from his bite with a soft lick.

“Yes!” You breathe roughly, chest heaving. It’s the only response you can muster, pleasure overwhelming every one of your senses.

Without warning, his palm comes down on your inner thigh, landing a firm slap against the sensitive skin. You cry out, instantly realizing your mistake. Your thumb finds your clit, eyes rolling back as you’re thrown closer to the edge.

“Yes, sir!” You correct, voice hoarse as you’re reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess.

Neteyam groans at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, tongue running along his lips. Restraint tightens his chest as he holds himself back from pouncing on you, from devouring your pussy and pushing you over the edge.

Typically, he wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum, absolutely loving the sight of you falling apart for him. But in his current state, the flood of possessiveness that still courses through him whispers that you need to be punished. That he needs to remind you who’s really in charge.

His cock strains against his lower stomach, aching for relief, but he ignores it, completely focused on you. When your breath catches, spine bowing from the bed as every muscle in your body tenses, he knows it won’t be long.

He grips your wrist without warning, yanking your fingers from your cunt just as you reach the edge. You cry out pitifully, pussy clenching desperately around the sudden emptiness. A broken sound falls from your lips, eyes popping open in surprise.

“Were you about to cum without permission?” Narrowed eyes peer up at you, his lips pulled into a devilish smirk that does nothing to quell the throb between your legs.

“No! No, I—please, Nete…” You gasp, thoughts hazy, unsure what you’re even asking for.

In one fluid motion he rises to his feet before towering over you, pressing one knee between your legs to balance himself as he leers down at you pointedly. Long fingers curl around your neck, and your head instantly tilts back to present yourself to him.

“Who’s pussy is this?” His free hand cups your dripping sex, and your body jerks against the possessive hold.

“Yours.” You whimper pathetically, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “It’s yours, ‘Teyam.”

“And what does that mean?” Warm breath fans your face as his heated gaze pierces yours.

“Means I…I need to ask.” You can’t help but grind against his hand, seeking friction for your aching core.

“Fuck, baby girl. I love seeing you like this. So desperate for me, and only me, hmm?” He groans, dipping all three fingers into your cunt easily.

“Yes, sir!” You cry out, back arching at the pleasurable sting of his digits stretching you.

Moisture flows freely from your eyes, coating your cheeks in sticky tears that Neteyam dips his head to kiss away. His lips leave a searing trail down the side of your face and along the column of your neck, avoiding his fingers that still hold your throat hostage.

His thumb finds your clit, gently circling the bundle of nerves, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. You’re so, so close, lower belly tightening with your impending orgasm.

“P-please, Nete—sir, can I?” You blubber, unable to form a complete thought as you’re brought to the razor edge, every ounce of energy used to hold yourself back until he grants permission.

A sob wracks your chest when he pulls his fingers out, leaving your hips rutting against the air as you chase another denied release.

“Shh, baby girl. I got you.” He coos into your ear, gripping the base of his cock to line it up with your sopping entrance.

A low growl rumbles his chest as he sinks into you in one swift thrust, pressing his tip firmly into your womb. You tremble beneath him, barely aware as he gently pulls your queue free from under your spine.

He throws his head back when he makes tsaheylu (the bond), a surge of sensation making his hips stutter as he pounds into you. He’s already close, the sight of you submitting to him so readily enough to make him cum untouched.

“Go on, baby girl. Cum for me.” He rasps, reaching down to pinch your clit firmly between his fingers.

You scream, body instantly spasming in an intense orgasm. Your pussy flutters around his cock, throwing him into his second release of the night. His head lowers into your neck, forehead pressed into you for support as he rides out both his and your pleasure.

His thrusts slow, becoming languid as he rocks into you gently. His grip on your neck loosens, palm caressing the sticky skin of your heaving chest. Your heart thrums wildly, breath ragged as you come down from the blinding pleasure.

Neteyam tenderly pulls out of you before sinking into the bed at your side, nestling his face deeper into your neck. One of his arms slides beneath your head, the other slung across your waist possessively. You hum quietly, eyes closing as a wave of sleepiness washes over you.

“I’m yours, ‘Teyam.” You whisper lowly, fingers gently wrapping around his forearm.

“I know, baby, I know.” He murmurs, peppering your skin with soft kisses as you settle into his embrace.

He doesn’t stop even when you drift off, lavishing your body with affection. His kisses trail up and down your neck, your shoulder, all the way to the tips of your fingers as he intertwines them with his.

A small smile tugs at his lips as his eyes flutter closed, feeling assured that while you are most definitely his, he’s just as much yours.

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 28: Tight Fit (Double Penetration)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader x Heavy

Summary: Medic asks a trusted coworker and friend for help when it comes to fulfilling one of your fantasies

Tags: threesomes, double (vaginal) penetration, size difference, riding, lube, man handling, dirty talk, praise, begging, comfort, aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

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You hadn’t realized how intense it would feel to have so much attention on you, but you couldn’t deny it was equally exhilarating. Medic on his own already knew how to smother you with affection until you were a blushing mess. You should have known adding a third into the equation would begin to border on overwhelming. “Are you sure you’re both alright with this?” you asked, taking some effort to keep your voice steady as two pairs of hands wandered your body, incessantly tugging at clothes in a half-coordinated attempt to remove them from you.

“As we’ve told you already, liebling, we are happy to do this for you.” Medic spoke between kisses pressed haphazardly against your cheeks and along your jaw. “Isn’t that right, Herr Heavy?”

From behind you Heavy made a sound of agreement as he reached around and tried to undo the buttons on your shirt with hands that were large enough to cup the front of your chest with one palm. The sheer size made an act as mundane as unbuttoning a shirt seem intimidating. Part of you would be content to simply be cradled in such a massive man’s arms forever. Another part of you, a far more licentious part, couldn’t wait to see if Heavy was large in all aspects of his physicality.

You and Medic had been engaging in activities such as this for a long while. In fact, it was pretty much known that the two of you were an item. However, threesomes had always been an object of fantasy for you. The novelty of it was alluring. Not to mention there was just something about being desired by two men at once that appealed to you. It probably would have remained a fantasy if it weren’t for Medic himself. Ever the mad scientist at heart, he had managed to pry the information out of you after an incident with some truth serum. You were pleasantly surprised when he was not only willing, but eager to fulfill your desire, and who better to help him than his most trusted colleague?

Medic hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down. His eyes went wide with momentary surprise before he quickly collected himself. “No underwear?” he asked, shooting a smug look at Heavy, who was sporting a slightly more restrained grin. “Someone came prepared, hm?”

“I didn’t know what to wear,” you admitted, beginning to stammer as you went on. “I don’t really have anything fancy or frilly.” Your breath hitched as Medic continued to kiss and suck at the soft skin of your neck. “I thought about buying something, but lingerie is so expensive, and-”

“Девочка, do not worry.” The sound of Heavy’s voice, quieter than you had ever heard it, yet still just as commanding, put a stop to your rambling.

“He’s right, meine liebe,” Medic reassured you, cupping your cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Just be a good girl for us, and all should go well.”

You nodded, although you couldn’t stop a shiver from running up your spine when Medic’s teeth grazed your neck. His kisses slowly trailed down to your collarbone, gently biting at the skin every so often. As for Heavy, he came up behind you, essentially trapping you between the two men as he too began to pepper kisses along your nape, caressing your waist gently, as if he feared you would snap if he touched you too roughly. You pawed at their clothes, pulling at buttons and flies or gripping at fabric, but any attempts to undress the two men were futile. Your hands were clumsy and they always found a way to redirect your grasp. It was a power play, no doubt about it-leaving you bare and exposed while they remained fully clothed, for now.

When the back of your thighs hit the edge of the bed you stumbled backwards, finding yourself seated on the mattress. You were barely even aware of being guided towards the bed, preoccupied by the barrage of teasing kisses and even a few bites that left faint bruises on your neck. Heavy climbed onto the mattress, seating himself behind you and and letting you lean back against his immense body while Medic looked over the whole scene in front.

Medic’s gaze was surprisingly soft as he leaned in and met your lips with his. You made a soft sound against his mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He dominated the kiss, a hand holding the back of your head to control when you could pull back for air. A shudder ran up your body as his free hand ran up your front, eventually cupping your breasts and gently kneading the supple flesh. When he pulled away you whined, a sound that went ignored as he turned you around to face Heavy, who was sitting back and patiently waiting, his cock having been freed from the confines of his pants.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. Fuck, he was big. You didn’t even realize how long you were staring until you felt a sudden swat on your ass. It wasn’t harsh enough to hurt but it made you gasp in surprise, turning back around to look at Medic with an accusatory glare.

“Sorry my dear, but we don’t want to keep Herr Heavy waiting now, do we?” He met your glare with a smirk, watching as your gaze softened when you were reminded of what exactly you were expected to do.

You straddled Heavy with some effort, eventually positioning yourself over his cock. You were already wet just from anticipation, and you prayed that would ease the stretch you were bound to feel. With a deep breath, you began to sink down onto him. The reaction was immediate, your sharp gasp mingling with a low groan from Heavy as you took him in inch by inch, not forcing yourself down too fast. Even though you were dating the team’s physician, that would still be a terribly embarrassing way to injure yourself.

As for Heavy, he gently eased you onward, encouraging you to hold onto him if needed, to use his body to keep you steady. You were a bit disappointed to find that his shirt was still on, running your fingers over the short sleeves where his class insignia was embellished. You had hoped to get an eyeful of that muscular build, but you weren’t about to let such a small disappointment deter you. You had more important things to concentrate on, like the stretch you felt as you finally reached the base of that cock, hilting Heavy inside of you with a cry, immediately followed by a sigh of relief. Just fitting him inside you felt like it had taken forever, and you took some time to stay still, adjusting to the feeling.

“Good girl,” Medic crooned from behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles. “Such a good girl for us.”

“I will go slow, when you are ready,” Heavy whispered, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to his size. You began to squirm, as if you were struggling to ride him. Even so, he waited for you to give the go ahead in the form of a nod. He reached forward, nudging Medic’s hands away so that he could grasp your hips. You felt yourself being lifted and lowered rhythmically in Heavy’s grip, and soon realized that he was moving you of his own accord, gently but firmly bouncing you on his cock. The pleasure coupled with the strength you knew must have been necessary to maneuver your body so easily almost made you swoon. “Вы прекрасны,” Heavy sighed, taking in the sight of you losing your mind atop of him.

You couldn’t understand the words he spoke, but the admiration in his tone was obvious enough to make you blush. You were being moved faster now, having adjusted well enough that you hadn’t even noticed the increase in speed at first. The stretch and fullness that were initially sources of discomfort now felt so good. A moan escaped you as you let yourself be fucked and used by the colossal man, blissfully ignorant of the state Medic found himself in as he watched from behind.

Medic’s breathing had grown labored as he watched you ride his colleague. He was palming himself through his jodhpurs, trying to take some of the edge off. It was a bit embarrassing, especially for someone who usually considered himself a patient man. Sometimes he could even be content with simply watching a scene like this play out from the corner of the room, indulging in his more voyeuristic interests, but the sight of you stretched so perfectly around Heavy’s cock had him far too worked up. The sounds you made as you bucked and squirmed turned the pleasant warmth of his arousal into a desperate, burning need.

With a shaky exhale, the doctor came up behind you and began kissing the nape of your neck. You relaxed into the sensation, leaning back until you heard the distinct, metallic sound of his belt buckle coming undone. “Gott, liebchen, I don’t think I can wait anymore.” His voice was low and dripping with lust, making you shudder at the sound of it alone. “You’re wet enough to take us both, ja?”

Your eyes went wide and a shiver ran up your spine. The thought of both of these men thrusting into you frightened and aroused you at the same time. You imagined being filled so completely. Perhaps it was the dopamine or adrenaline that eventually overrode your sense of apprehension. Whatever it was, you responded much quicker than expected with a sincere “Fuck, yes!”

You let out a soft mewl when Medic’s length was pressed against you. He was painfully hard, desperate to feel you fitted around his cock. Heavy held you still, whispering soft words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the rush of blood in your ears. A soft snap, the popping of a cap, alerted you to a bottle of lube that Medic had grabbed from the nightstand. Perhaps it was initially meant to help you take Heavy, but since you had passed that milestone with little issue, it now had a new and very essential purpose.

Medic stifled a groan as he spread a generous amount of lube over his length, precum already beading at the tip from just the slightest bit of stimulation. He was practically shaking in anticipation of being inside you. He was desperate to feel how your body would squeeze and clench around him so nicely. He pressed a final kiss to your nape before he began to push in, entering beside Heavy with care, making sure to go slow.

No matter how eager you were for this, you couldn’t stifle a pained keen at the foreign, burning feeling of taking two men at once. Heavy rubbed gentle circles over your back, hushing your cries and encouraging you to lean against his chest. He whispered to you, reminding you to breathe, promising you that the pain would pass. Heavy leaned back, holding you against him and changing the angle of your bodies to be more comfortable as Medic finally hilted alongside him with a soft moan.

You whimpered when Heavy gripped your body tighter, barely restraining himself from bucking up into you. You were so tight, almost too tight, and there was no way either he or Medic would be moving until you relaxed a bit. Your hands scrambled for anything to hold onto, switching from the blankets, to Heavy, to anything else within your reach. You breathed deeply, trying to focus on anything that would help you calm down.

“You’re so warm.” Medic’s voice was soft and low, oddly soothing despite the way his words made your face heat up. “Gott, so gut, mein schönes mädchen. You feel so good!”

You cursed softly, still struggling to let yourself relax. Carefully, you tried to buck against the two men, only to wince at the sensation. It was too much.

“Doktor?” Heavy glanced between you and Medic with a concerned expression, looking for some reassurance that you would be alright, that this wouldn’t break you.

“Ja, I know. It is a rather tight fit,” Medic said, thrusting cautiously only to have you flinch in response. “Ah, I'm sorry, liebchen. Perhaps this will help.” A moan escaped you when Medic’s arm snaked around your waist, his fingers immediately going to work on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as Medic began to rub circles over that sensitive bud, his fingers still slick with lube. You let yourself relax into the feeling, focusing on that delightful, frictionless stimulation. Kisses were peppered against your neck by both men, but no one dared to bite, at least not yet. This was meant to calm you, after all, to ease you into the fullness until they felt you relax.

“That’s it, darling. I think you’re ready for us to start moving again, ja?” Medic waited patiently for your response, eventually getting it in the form of a nod. “Perfekt. Misha, take her hips again, slowly. ”

Heavy was eager to do his part, but he made sure to study you for any signs of apprehension or discomfort. He wouldn’t start unless you seemed entirely willing and able to do this. When all he saw on your face was pleasure, he finally began to move you up and down once again. You could now take both him and Medic with relative ease, although you were still getting used to the feeling of being so full. You caught Heavy’s soft smile out of the corner of your eye. That look alone had your heart fluttering.

“That’s it, just like that. Gott, you’re so wet!” Medic’s voice deepened, low enough to be considered a growl. You inhaled sharply when he began to rub your clit harder. “Does it feel good to have us both buried deep in your cunt?”

Your whole body shuddered at the sound of such filthy words. It certainly didn’t help that they were true. “It feels so good,” you moaned, chasing the heat that was building in your core. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Try to hold back, liebe. We don’t want to tire you out too quickly,” Medic whispered. The pressure on your clit lessened. It didn’t completely disappear, but it did fend off your climax for a while longer. Of course Medic would pull a stunt like this the moment he knew you were comfortable, letting his sadistic side show as he admired the way you squirmed, holding back laughter at the sound of your desperate little whines. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll let you come, eventually.”

You tried to look over your shoulder with a glare, only to pull the most positively pathetic expression instead. Quickly, you turned away, your face reddening. Heavy’s shirt was clenched tightly in your grasp. Your initial disappointment at the shirt’s presence was gone, and you now found yourself thankful for something to hold onto. No doubt you would be leaving harsh red scratches across the expanse of his chest had he undressed completely. Then again, the very idea that you could somehow hurt Heavy, a man so colossal in comparison to you, seemed laughable. As if to prove your point, his grasp on your hips tightened, moving you up and down faster, as if you were a mere toy. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood as you tried to hold back, stifling your moans into harsh whimpers and the occasional word.

“Please!” you whined, sounding absolutely pitiful. All you could do was hope that your pleas would elicit some mercy. “Fuck, oh fuck, please!”

“Please? Please what, liebchen?” Medic’s voice echoed in your ear, dripping with smug triumph as he drove himself deeper into you, bottoming out again and again. “Use your words.”

You knew you were shaking, tremors spreading throughout your body. There was no way you would last like this. Your mental resolve could only hold your body back for so long before something would give. “Please, please let me come!” you cried, your voice trembling almost as much as you were.

Heavy spoke for the first time in a while, his voice quiet, but slightly strained as he tried to hold back a groan. “She has been good for us, Doktor.” He sounded tense, as if he was growing close as well.

“Ja, she certainly has, unsere gutes mädchen.” Medic sounded breathless. You began to squirm in Heavy’s grasp, writhing and moving your hips in a way that was quite delightful for both of the men. Heavy tried to remain quiet, but you could tell his breathing was starting to quicken. Medic’s dominant facade finally broke down. You felt him shudder, wrapping his arms around your waist, struggling to keep his voice steady as he spoke those words you longed to hear. “Come for us. Be a good girl and let us hear you scream.”

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave the moment you processed what he had said, intensified by how long you had been holding back. You threw your head back, mouth agape. You weren’t sure if you were even making sounds or if you were just frozen in a silent scream. There was also a chance that you simply couldn’t hear yourself over Heavy, whose low grunts and gasps suddenly jumped in volume as he came, his orgasm driven forth by the feeling of you clenching around him. Of course you knew how loud Heavy could be on the battlefield, but god, you had no idea it could be so much more erotic in the bedroom. Your forehead came to rest on Heavy’s chest when the high subsided. His breathing slowed and evened out as he too rode out the final aftershocks.

It was Medic who finished last, thrusting your limp form against Heavy’s body as he desperately rutted into you, completely forgoing any semblance of gentleness. He held your hips so tight, even though it was obvious you were not going anywhere. You were certain there would be finger shaped bruises upon your flesh tomorrow morning. You whined as the sensation began to border on overwhelming, but that only seemed to spur him on more. Medic let out a low groan when he came, resting his forehead against the nape of your neck as he buried himself deep within you one final time.

Both Heavy and Medic were extra careful when they pulled out, going slow and trying their best not to overstimulate you any further. You tried to sit up before immediately falling forward against Heavy. Honestly, it seemed as if you had spent most of this little escapade falling, laying, or being pressed against him in some way, but you certainly weren’t complaining. He held you like porcelain that could shatter with one wrong move while Medic shuffled about the room, gathering all the necessities for some much needed aftercare.

The sensation of a damp cloth against your forehead made you open your eyes, which you hadn’t even realized had drifted shut. You sighed as Medic got to work sponging away sweat from your body from top to bottom. You winced at one point as he traveled lower and he gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, liebe. I’ll try to be careful.” He rested a hand on your thigh before proceeding. “I know you're very sore down here.”

“Наша милая, you did very well.” Heavy’s voice rumbled low in his chest as he let himself relax and enjoy the afterglow. You were eager to do the same once Medic was done with his little cleanup. He was incredibly meticulous with this routine as well, and you couldn’t help but find it humorous that this was the scenario that got him to act like a real doctor rather than a mad scientist. Between Medic’s diligent care and Heavy’s whispered words of affection, you had never felt more desirable. It matched your fantasy down to the last detail, perhaps even exceeding your expectations.

“There, all clean,” Medic said, tossing the soiled cloth into a pile along with the discarded clothes. It was basically the unofficial laundry pile at this point. You were already half asleep, but you were vaguely aware of Medic and Heavy situating themselves on either side of you, whispering softly to each other in words you could just barely make out.

“You are sure I can stay?” Heavy asked, and you realized he was considering returning to his own room. With a soft grunt, you clung to his arm, making your thoughts on the matter very clear.

Medic chuckled. “Well, it seems like our liebchen would rather we all stay here for the night.” You felt a soft kiss pressed to your cheek. “Isn’t that right?”

You gave a sleepy nod and Heavy wasn’t about to question your judgment. You heard Medic still murmuring to himself every so often, mentioning the Medigun and using it to heal some of the bruises left on your waist. You wanted to tell him that you would gladly wear the marks he had given you. They made you feel like you were his. However that was a discussion for tomorrow, as before you knew it, you were fast asleep, head resting on Heavy’s chest and Medic’s arm draped comfortably over your waist.

[vampire-meta-knight]

Goth DIY: Altered Clothing part 2 (final part)

Part 1

This part will be shorter since we have less to cover. But it's still a long post, so I'm putting it under a cut.

Skirts and dresses! The last two dresses and green skirt took the most sewing, but the first dress was as simple as sewing studs on the neckline. The black velvet skirt was altered a bit more to fit me, as it was originally a skirt that had small pleats at the top that made the skirt cling to my stomach and flare out further down, which wasn't flattering on me, so I cut that part off and added a new waistband to get a circle miniskirt, then added lace trim to the hem for extra cuteness and a fancy touch.

Attaching skirts to a crop top is an easy way to make a dress if you don't want to sew one from scratch, but the waistlines did turn out a little wonky, so I use a belt or cardigan to hide that. I also sew a thin line of elastic onto the skirts to gather them before sewing them to the top to make it a little easier and to maintain stretch, since these dresses just pull on. I also don't hang them by the tops, but by draping them through a hanger to avoid stretching out the tops because the skirts are a little heavy (at least mine are, since I added so much to them).

For the green skirt, I added triangular inserts called "godets" to make the skirt flare out, since it was too tight before and didn't swish. I like a good swish.

The skirt with all the lace and pins and grommets and nonsense was one of my earlier projects, so it has three mistakes which I implore you to avoid. One: I didn't line the fabric loops up with the waistband very well, so they look crudely tacked-on. Two: I didn't add any fray check to the holes I made for the grommets, so they stretched out and the grommets are no longer attached to the fabric, just floating there on the ribbon. Three: I didn't stretch the skirt as I sewed on the lace, so now it doesn't stretch in that area; it still fits my waist, but I have to fight with it to get it over my hips. The design is still cute, but I would definitely do it better if I were to make it nowadays.

The half-and-half skirt only has a small alteration, which was actually to make it fit rather than to change how it looked. You see, sometimes you order something online in the same size you always wear from that brand, and sometimes that thing ends up running small and has no stretch. When that happens, when the skirt almost fits you and is just so close to buttoning all the way, get yourself a waistband extender. I made one, but you can also buy them. It's just a piece of elastic with a button on one side and a button hole on the other. Put that on, and BAM! The skirt (or pants) fit you. They won't quite zip up all the way, and it is a noticeable change, so I made a cute lace-covered patch to cover up that alteration so you can't tell I changed anything about it at all.

Now onto the sweaters. I love wearing sweaters in winter, but there seems to be a shortage of goth ones. Nothing a few safety pins and lace trim can't handle! The first three only have safety pins added to them. The coffin ones were done the same way I did my sweatshirts, but this was before I knew about fusible interfacing for appliques, so they got a little wrinkled and don't look as nice. I have a better method now, as detailed in the post I linked. The fabrics were all Halloween fat quarters from Walmart, and I found a picture of a coffin on Google Images as a base to cut out the right shape.

All of these sweaters were thrifted except the two solid black ones with pins--the first one came from Walmart, and the second one was given to me by my mom. Sweaters are plentiful at thrift stores, and they don't even have to be black to be turned into something goth.

That's all of my altered clothing so far, unless there's anything I'm forgetting! Which there easily could be, because I shared about forty garments O-O

I'll share the jewelry I've made next, and then the clothes I've sewn from scratch! This will come sometime in the future, though, because it took awhile to find everything, take pictures of it, and then write about it. And between you and me, I've made a LOOOOOT of jewelry and clothing, so give me some time. As I said in the last post, feel free to message me if you want more detailed instructions or ideas. I'm always happy to help!

Stay crafty!

[quads4days]

The Curse of the Werewolf: Blue Moon Rises

Happy Halloween, Everyone! May your candy be plentiful and your gut full as you enjoy this Halloween Tale! 🎃

Chapter 1: Echoes from the Past

The cold February wind seeped through the gaps in the window, making the heavy curtains sway gently. Chase stared at his reflection in the old, ornate mirror that dominated his bedroom wall. Just four months ago, the image staring back at him was that of a lean, chiseled marathon runner. Now, the man in the mirror bore little resemblance to that memory.

His once-taut skin was now stretched, filled with an extra 60kg that seemed impossible to believe. The sharp jawline, a point of pride for Chase, was now softened, making way for a double chin that settled comfortably atop his significantly wider neck. His chest, once firm and defined, now hung heavier, the pectorals replaced with soft mounds that jiggled at the slightest movement.

But it was his midsection that showed the most drastic change. Chase's washboard abs, painstakingly earned through countless hours of training, were buried beneath layers of adipose. His stomach, once flat and rigid, now protruded in a grand, soft arc, cascading over the waistband of his sweatpants. The once negligible love handles had transformed into rolls that spilled over his sides. Every step, every breath caused ripples to run across the vast expanse of his belly.

Feeling a heaviness not just in body but in spirit, Chase sank into his reading chair, an old tome in hand. He had been scouring ancient texts and obscure internet forums for any hint of the curse Bennett had passed onto him. And there, in a weathered folklore book, he found it. A legend dating back centuries, discussing a curse far more insidious than he had feared. The "Werewolf's Curse," it said, wasn't just about uncontrollable weight gain during the full moon. The original curse allowed the cursed individual to pass it on through a bite, causing the afflicted to be overcome with the hunger of the wolf during the full moon of Halloween, an event that if Chase’s calculations were correct would occur again next Halloween. Administering the curse during such a full moon would rid Chase of his fat body and stop his monthly growth and cause him to turn into an alpha wolf, the image in front of him depicting the most muscular man Chase had laid eyes on in front of an illustration of a full mood. The curse, once transferred, would be his victims problem, leaving the victim heavier and the curser once again free to live their life.

Chase's heart raced, his new, hefty form quivering with anxiety. This was more than just gaining weight; it was a sinister game of passing the burden, forever altering lives. In his frustration, he stood up, the chair groaning under the sudden movement. He grasped his ample stomach with both hands, shaking it as if he could simply cast off the added weight, the thick layer of fat rippling like a disturbed pond. His face was etched with a mixture of despair and anger. He had 8 months until Halloween and at his current pace, could be very well too large to survive until that time came.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the stillness of the room. A shadow passed by the frosted window pane next to the entrance. Someone was at his door.

Chapter 2: Unforeseen Bonds

The door creaked open slowly, revealing the familiar faces of Luke, Sean, and Ethan. But as recognition dawned on Chase, so too did a mixture of horror and surprise. For while he was taken aback to see his brothers on his doorstep, the changes in their physiques were even more startling.

Luke, the youngest, once had the lean build of a swimmer – elongated and streamlined. But now, the once pronounced muscles of his torso were noticeably softened. A pouch had formed around his belly, pushing against the fabric of his tight shirt, hinting at the beginnings of a more rounded physique. The V-line, which once directed one's gaze towards his slender hips, had faded, overshadowed by the soft bulge that started just below his navel.

Sean, always the lithe gymnast, now exhibited a roundness that betrayed his athletic history. His formerly flat stomach, which used to ripple with defined muscles during his routines, now bowed out gently, creating a silhouette that was undeniably softer. His love handles, previously non-existent, were making a noticeable appearance, cushioning his sides.

However, it was Ethan's transformation that was the most dramatic. The eldest after Chase, Ethan had the build of a sprinter – muscular, yet agile. Now, he looked as if he had taken a hiatus from all physical activities. His shirt, stretched taut across his form, revealed a pronounced belly, the result of months under the curse's effect. The belly was rounded, prominent, and jiggled slightly with each step he took. The waistband of his jeans dug into his sides, creating a muffin-top effect, emphasising his increased girth.

“Look at what you have done to us, Chase!” Ethan's voice boomed, anger evident in his eyes. Sean and Luke, equally upset but more contained, nodded in agreement.

Chase looked in horror. “How?” He prompted.

Ethan, his once chiseled jawline now softened, cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the room. "After we, well, taunted you on Christmas Eve, I noticed you seemed feverish, distant. As we all gorged on the desserts, I recall trying to grab a particularly decadent piece of cake from your hand." He rubbed the back of his now-chubbier hand absentmindedly. "In your frenzied state, you bit me. It wasn't a huge bite, more like a deep scratch, but I felt an immediate jolt of hunger like nothing I've ever experienced."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing, "Then, during a family get-together, I had a similar moment of insatiable hunger. I was sharing a pizza with Luke. As I reached for another slice, I accidentally bit him." Luke grimaced at the memory, rubbing the spot on his hand where the mark still faintly showed. "It was bizarre. It wasn't painful, but the sensation was... overpowering. Before I knew it, I was engulfed in this same hunger, and one unfortunate evening, Sean got in the way of my meal."

Sean sighed, looking down at his newly rounded belly. "I never stood a chance. The bite, the hunger, it's like a wildfire, spreading uncontrollably from one to another." The room was silent for a moment, the brothers absorbing the gravity of their intertwined fates.

Chase, overwhelmed with guilt and shock, tried to find the right words. "I didn't... I didn’t know. I swear!" he stammered.

Luke's voice wavered, a mix of frustration and sadness. "Look at us, Chase. How could you not know?"

Trying to calm the rising tension, Chase gestured to the living room. "Let's sit. Talk."

As they settled, the room was filled with the sound of fabric stretching and the occasional grunt as each tried to find a comfortable position with their newfound weight. Chase, in a bid to lighten the mood and also address the gnawing hunger the curse brought, brought out plates of sandwiches, pastries, and a large pitcher of iced tea.

Eating together, despite the grim circumstances, brought back a semblance of normality. The room resonated with soft chews, sips, and the clinking of cutlery. Chase felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering countless meals shared in their childhood. Despite the anger and the many questions that lingered, there was a comfort in this shared moment - a reminder that the bonds of family often ran deeper than any curse or adversity.

Chapter 3: The Gluttonous Moonlight Duel

The brothers, determined to confront the root of their cursed hunger, scoured the city for Bennett. They would force him to take back the cure, they just needed to find him. They looked in the old bars, visited obscure places Bennett might have mentioned, and even hired a private investigator. Their desperation grew with each passing day, knowing another full moon was on the horizon. The truth was, none of them had the willpower to handle the insatiable hunger another full moon would bring.

The brothers, determined to confront the root of their cursed hunger, scoured the city for Bennett. They looked in the old bars, visited obscure places Bennett might have mentioned, and even hired a private investigator. Their desperation grew with each passing day, knowing another full moon was on the horizon. The truth was, none of them had the willpower to handle the insatiable hunger another full moon would bring.

The day of the full moon arrived faster than they had hoped. Although the sun still dominated the sky, a gnawing hunger began to grip them. By nightfall, their restraint faltered. 

The brothers' unity in their quest to find Bennett frayed when the next full moon approached. A latent competitiveness, fostered since childhood in sports and academics, reared its head in the most unseemly manner. Each brother secretly harboured the hope that if they ate the most during the full moon, they might somehow outpace the curse's effects. It was a twisted logic, born of desperation and sibling rivalry.

In the heart of the city stood a 24-hour buffet that the brothers once frequented after marathon training. It now became their arena of competition. As the first pangs of hunger struck, Chase, a remnant of his former athletic self, loaded his plate high, the pile almost obscuring his newly bloated face. His shirt, already snug over a belly that had been washboard-flat merely months ago, looked ready to give way as he heaved mouthfuls of food.

Ethan, who was already bursting out of his clothes from previous feasts, seemed hell-bent on leading the pack. Every bite he took stretched his shirt a bit more, threatening to expose the soft, doughy expanse beneath. With each plate, a new roll seemed to emerge, his belly extending ever outward.

Luke, normally calm and collected, had a wild glint in his eye as he attacked dish after dish. His trousers, once loose, now bit into his flesh, creating noticeable muffin tops. His belly, firm and flat just months prior, bounced with each step, revealing his rapid transformation.

Sean, the youngest and least affected until now, was not to be outdone. He gorged with a determination that was both admirable and horrifying. As the night progressed, the waistband of his jeans dug deeper and deeper into his increasingly softening midsection.

The buffet transformed into a battlefield, with plates as weapons and food as ammo. The staff watched in horror and fascination, having never seen such voracious appetites. By the night's end, the brothers, each trying to out-eat the other, were sprawled amid a scene of utter devastation.

Dawn's light found them in Chase's living room. Chase, his belly stretched and bloated, spilled generously onto the floor, his shirt buttons ripped open unable to contain his newfound girth. Ethan, beside him, looked as if he'd swallowed a beach ball. His shirt, already tight at the start of the evening, had split open, revealing a quivering mass of fat.

Luke, curled on a chair, had clearly undergone the most dramatic transformation. His shirt had ridden up, exposing a once-taut stomach now soft and pudgy, quivering with the slightest movement. Sean, sprawled on the couch, was barely recognisable. His face, once angular, was now cherubic, and his stomach, round and distended, was a testament to the night's excesses.

Their food-fuelled competition had left them all losers in the cruel game of the werewolf's curse. The pressing need to find Bennett and break the curse became more palpable than ever.

Chapter 4: The Bitter Reveal

The stifling August heat was only made more unbearable for Chase by the weight he carried. Nearly 260kg now, he moved with difficulty, each step a reminder of the curse Bennett had placed on him. An investigator they had hired had finally tracked Bennett down to a park in the heart of the city, and Chase had managed to make his way there, accompanied by his brothers.

Bennett was a revelation, a stark contrast to the man Chase had known. Gone was the mountain of flesh, replaced instead by a physique that would not be out of place on a magazine cover. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and abs that seemed carved out of stone. Bennett stood shirtless, performing calisthenics, drawing admiring glances from all around.

Chase, lumbering forward, could hardly believe his eyes. "Bennett?" he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Bennett turned, his ice-blue eyes regarding Chase coolly. "Well, well," he drawled, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "If it isn't the marathon man himself."

Chase felt a hot flush of embarrassment as Bennett sauntered over, taking in Chase's massive form with obvious amusement. Without a word, Bennett reached out, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of Chase's belly, making it jiggle. Chase tried to pull away, but Bennett's grip was firm.

Around them, onlookers whispered and pointed, some even laughing. Chase felt like a sideshow attraction, humiliated and exposed. Bennett seemed to revel in the attention, clearly enjoying the power he held over Chase.

"You see, Chase," Bennett began, his voice dripping with condescension, "I had grown tired of my own immense size. The curse, as , is both a blessing . By transferring  my weight to you, I was able to revert to this." He gestured at his impeccable form. "I chose you that Halloween night because you were the perfect specimen. A fit, trim man, ripe for transformation."

Chase struggled to find words, his shame almost too much to bear. Bennett continued, "And the more you gain, the stronger the beast inside me becomes, did you know that? Each month you have been getting fatter, I’ve been getting stronger.” Bennett flexed his massive biceps. “Last month must have been a big one chase, I could hardly fit through my apartment door I gre so broad, all because you can’t keep yourself from eating like the pig you are.”

As if to emphasise his dominance, Bennett reached into his pocket and produced a large chocolate bar. Without warning, he pushed it against Chase's lips, forcing him to take a bite. "Eat up, fatty," he whispered maliciously.

Chase, tears of humiliation forming, felt anger rising inside his substantial stomach. He began to run after Bennett as he fled, the four father brothers trying to catch the last chance they had at a normal life.

Chapter 5: Labyrinth of Shadows

Under the mottled shade of the summer trees, Bennett's toned and muscular form glistened with a sheen of sweat, each sinew and contour exaggerated by the sun's dappled light. His shirtless torso was a testament to physical perfection, a sculpture come alive, every muscle rippling and flexing as he darted effortlessly ahead. The sunlight played tricks, casting an almost golden halo around him, making him look even more godlike. Behind him, the brothers labored in pursuit.

Chase, the heaviest amongst them, moved with surprising speed for a man of his size. Each step caused his swollen belly to bounce and jiggle, and his clothes strained to contain his expansive girth. Despite his massive size, there was a determination in his eyes, a fire fueled by the burning humiliation Bennett had subjected him to.

Ethan, despite being the next heaviest, tried to keep pace with Chase. His once trim waist now spilled over his jeans, and his shirt, too tight to button, flapped open, revealing a soft belly that danced with each heavy step. His face was flushed red, both from exertion and anger.

Luke and Sean, both now considerably plumper than they used to be, panted heavily as they followed. Their once fit physiques, though not as transformed as Chase's, were now cushioned in layers of soft fat. Their fuller cheeks and double chins bounced rhythmically, and their bellies, though smaller than their elder siblings', bobbed with every step, the shirts they wore riding up, exposing the lower curves of their new-found paunches.

The chase was a spectacle. On one hand, Bennett, the epitome of fitness, darted forward like a gazelle, while on the other, the brothers, weighed down by their new bulk, lumbered behind, a strange mix of determination and despair in their strides.

As Bennett led them on, the town's old carnival lot loomed in the distance, its rusting rides and dilapidated tents casting eerie silhouettes against the setting sun. Without pausing, Bennett made straight for the haunted house attraction, its entrance a gaping maw beckoning them in.

Not thinking twice, the brothers followed, their heavy breathing echoing in the dimly lit corridors of the haunted house. Strange shadows danced on the walls, and the sound of distant laughter filled the air, giving the place an atmosphere of chilling anticipation.

As they delved deeper into the labyrinthine twists and turns of the attraction, it became clear that this was no ordinary haunted house. Rooms expanded and contracted, hallways led to dead ends, and ghostly apparitions appeared and disappeared at will.

Suddenly, the brothers found themselves in a vast chamber, the ceiling lost in shadows. In the center stood Bennett, an eerie light illuminating his flawless physique from below, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance and intertwine with the darkness.

"I've been watching you for months fat boy,” Bennett sneered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Did you really think you could escape your fate, Chase?"

The singular door that allowed them entry suddenly slammed shut with a thunderous clang. Instantly, a thick, opaque gas hissed from unseen vents, rapidly filling the room. Despite their best efforts to hold their breath, the gas's overpowering nature made the brothers' heads spin. One by one, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, succumbing to unconsciousness.

When they awoke, the scene was more terrifying than any nightmare. The brothers found themselves bound on individual metal tables, cold and unyielding. Chains wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles, rendering any movement impossible. Overhead, dim bulbs cast an eerie, flickering light, causing their now plumper shadows to dance grotesquely on the walls.

Bennett, now dressed in a dark tailored suit that accentuated his Adonis-like physique, leaned over Chase, his blue eyes piercing into Chase's soul. "You see, Chase," he began with a malevolent grin, "there's a little detail about this curse I hadn't shared. If you pass it on this Halloween, my growing power will be halted. But if I keep you here," Bennett's hand glided across Chase's expansive stomach, the coldness of his touch sending shivers down Chase's spine, "and ensure you keep eating and expanding, my strength will grow exponentially, unending. Imagine the possibilities."

The weight of Bennett's revelation hung heavily in the air, as the brothers exchanged terrified glances, realising the direness of their predicament.

Chapter 6: The Inescapable Feast

In the chamber's gloom, the four MacIntyre brothers lay captured, a grotesque banquet of burgeoning flesh. Each one was placed strategically so they faced one another, a cruel design by Bennett to ensure they bore witness to each other's continuous expansion. All of them were bereft of clothing, highlighting the stark transformation they had undergone in their captivity. Their fat forms were immobilised, not just by the sheer weight they had put on, but also by the chains that bound them to the cold, metallic tables.

Attached to each of their faces were tubes, which seemed to pulsate with a life of their own. From these tubes flowed a golden concoction that was the brainchild of Bennett's malevolent imagination. This liquid, he had explained with a smirk, was a specially concocted blend. A fusion of mass gainer to swell their size, an appetite stimulant to keep them constantly hungry, a muscle relaxant to ensure their bodies absorbed every calorie, and a thick sugary cream to accelerate their weight gain. The brothers had no choice but to swallow the relentless flow of the potion.

Chase, the eldest and once the paragon of health, lay with his midsection expanded grotesquely outward, a vast dome that rose and fell with his labored breaths. His once sturdy limbs were now submerged under soft, wobbly layers of fat.

Ethan, the next in line, had always been a tad larger, and this predicament had simply exaggerated his natural tendencies. His midsection was a maze of soft rolls and creases, with the skin stretched taut from the rapid gain. It was clear that his body had struggled to accommodate the sudden influx of weight. His cheeks were chubbier, giving him a boyish appearance that contrasted with the large double chin resting on his neck. He now had a belly that sagged significantly, folding over itself. The skin stretched and shiny, bearing testament to the rapid accumulation of pounds.

Luke was distinguishable by the peculiar distribution of his new weight. His backside had grown immensely, creating an elevated mound on the table. It wobbled independently of the rest of him, it had blossomed into a large, rounded mass that lifted him slightly off the table, and when he occasionally shifted, it would jiggle for several seconds, betraying its softness.

The youngest, Sean, was a spectacle of even distribution. The added weight had rounded him out uniformly. His once angular face now exhibited plump cheeks and a fullness that erased the vestiges of youth, giving him an almost cherubic appearance. s belly, while not as pronounced as Chase's, was still a significant mound, with a deep crease where it met his pelvis.

Bennett's potion was a masterstroke of wickedness. As much as they were horrified by their situation, the brothers couldn’t help but feel a perverse yearning for the golden nectar, their bodies betraying them with each insatiable gulp.

Chapter 7: The Power of the Full Moon

The atmosphere in the chamber became electric as Bennett purposefully moved to a lever on the wall. With a swift pull, the roof slowly split apart, revealing the ominous night sky. The brilliance of the September full moon flooded the room, illuminating every crevice and corner, bathing all in its ethereal light.

Striding with purpose, Bennett shed his clothes, standing in his full muscular glory, every sinew and contour outlined by the luminescent moonlight. The very aura of strength and dominance emanated from him as he soaked in the full force of the lunar energies.

Chase, Ethan, Luke, and Sean, already incapacitated, could do little more than become vessels for the overpowering transformational energy of the full moon. The effects of their curse, magnified by the celestial event, took hold with unprecedented vigour. Their feeding tubes, already delivering the potent potion into them, seemed to pulsate faster, urging them to consume more. Greedily, they swallowed, their bellies making soft, sloshing noises.

Chase, already the largest among the brothers, began a grotesque metamorphosis under the moon's influence. The once athletic form, now imprisoned by layers of lard, seemed to come alive with a voracious appetite for expansion. His flesh, as if possessed, started to ripple and quiver, each wave pushing the boundaries of his skin further. The room echoed with the sound of skin stretching taut and the soft sloshing of the liquid coursing through his feeding tube, catalysing his transformation.

Above his head, a scale displayed the alarming rate of his growth. The numbers, which had been steadily climbing over the weeks, now leaped forward at a frantic pace: 320kg, 325kg, 330kg. The pace was unrelenting. Every second seemed to add more weight, each digit flashing faster than the last. 335kg, 340kg, 345kg. It was as though some invisible force was pumping him full, each pulse adding kilograms. The soft, pliable fat from earlier was now consolidating into heavy, pendulous masses. His belly, once able to sway slightly, became more solid and pronounced, stretching down and threatening to touch the floor. As 350kg approached, his legs, buried beneath the burgeoning bulk of his abdomen, were slowly being swallowed up, becoming mere appendages to the leviathan mass that was his stomach.

His sides filled outwards, like dough rising unchecked, consuming the space around him. What was once a distinguishable waistline vanished into rolls that cascaded down, merging with the equally expansive swell of his hips. As the scale hurtled past 360kg, his chest, no longer discernible from his midsection, was now a plateau of flesh, rising and falling with his increasingly laboured breaths.

The transformation was a haunting symphony of expansion. Chase's body, under the potent combination of the moon and Bennett’s concoction, seemed hell-bent on becoming an unending expanse of fat. The room itself seemed to grow smaller as his enormity filled every available inch, turning his form into a dark monument of excess and overindulgence.

Ethan, previously a robust figure, was now a distorted version of his former self. Once tipping the scales at a fit 100kg, he had always carried his weight with a sense of pride, a touch of bulk to his frame that gave him presence. But now, his body betrayed an entirely different story. The scale above him blinked rapidly: 150kg, 155kg, 160kg...

As the weight packed on, his once broad shoulders were now rounded, padded with thick layers of soft adipose. His midsection, previously taut with muscle, was now a vast expanse, billowing outwards, pushing his once toned pecs into soft, pendulous breasts. Each ripple and shudder of his body made it expand sideways, making him wider and broader, as if trying to occupy as much space as possible.

His abdomen was a canvas of rolls upon rolls, cascading downwards and outwards, each layer softer and more pronounced than the one above. The once firm belly now sagged heavily, folding over in thick layers, every fold deepening with each kilogram he added. His navel, once a simple indent, was now lost within the deep canyon of his belly. The sheen on his stretched skin, reflecting the dim light of the room, bore silent witness to the extreme pace of his gain.

His face, though still recognisably Ethan's, was puffier. The chiselled jawline was now obscured, buried beneath chubby cheeks that gave him an almost innocent, boyish appearance. But this semblance of youth was betrayed by a heavy, large double chin that rested heavily on his neck, quivering with every breath. The scale above hesitated momentarily at 190kg, before inching agonisingly forward. It settled, blinking, just a hair shy of 200kg, marking Ethan's shocking transformation.

Luke, with his gymnast background, had always flaunted a lower body that drew attention, a chiselled monument to his countless hours on the pommel horse and parallel bars. As the curse’s effect took hold, the very athleticism that defined him became his undoing.

His buttocks, previously firm and rounded from years of discipline, continued to expand at an alarming rate. They swelled in size, morphing from solid muscle to soft, yielding flesh that jiggled with every heartbeat. Each cheek ballooned outwards and downwards, reminiscent of overfilled sacks of rich cream. The tables creaked ominously beneath the mounting weight, protesting the rapid deposition of fat. It was as if gravity itself had decided to claim Luke's posterior, pulling and stretching it down, rendering it a dominant feature of his burgeoning silhouette.

In tandem with his expanding rear, Luke’s thighs thickened dramatically. Once lean and muscular, they now resembled overstuffed sausages, straining with the rapid addition of fatty tissue. The inner thighs rubbed together with an audible chafing, each step a testament to his newfound girth.

His love handles and hips didn’t escape the cruel twist of fate either. Fat accumulated around his midsection at an alarming pace, causing his once narrow waist to broaden and blur into his ballooning hips. His once taut sides now bore the burden of heavy flaps of fat that jutted out, creating a pronounced pear-shaped silhouette. The defined V-line he once boasted had disappeared, replaced by a soft, flabby curve that merged his abdomen with his inflating love handles.

Luke's scale, affixed above, mirrored his drastic transformation. Numbers soared the former lean 90kg man, skipped past the 130kg mark, and settled with a mocking finality at 153kg, marking the rapid and shocking expansion of the once agile gymnast.

Sean, with his youthful sprightliness and lean form, seemed almost ill-suited for the curse's perverse machinations. Yet as the full moon's power coursed through him, the transformation it wrought was nothing short of astonishing.

Initially, the youngest of the brothers began to expand uniformly. It started with a slow puffing out of his chest, followed by a widening of his waist. Every part of him began to inflate simultaneously, as if an invisible force was pumping him full of air. His pecs, once flat and athletic, became rounded mounds that protruded from his expanding torso. His arms, though still visibly muscled underneath, were blanketed with a layer of fat, turning them from chiselled limbs to thick, padded appendages.

But it was his midsection's transformation that truly defied belief. As he gained, his belly didn't droop or sag like his brothers'. Instead, it swelled outwards in all directions, giving him the appearance of a perfectly spherical ball. This even distribution of weight rendered his navel almost a central point on this vast expanse of white, taut flesh. His back, too, curved outwards, ensuring that from any angle, Sean looked like a near-perfect circle.

His legs, once slender, became tree trunks of fat, each thigh nearly touching the other all the way down to his knees, their muscular definition hidden beneath the soft layers. His calves, too, puffed out, making it seem as if his feet might disappear beneath the inflating mass at any moment.

His face, always cherubic, became rounder, the sharpness of his jawline now obscured by a layer of plumpness. His cheeks resembled juicy apples, full and rosy, while his neck seemed to have been absorbed into his swollen chest and chin, creating a seamless transition.

The scale positioned above him blinked and whirred, reflecting his burgeoning mass. The digits climbed: 100kg, 110kg, 120kg, before finally settling with a small beep at 130kg. The sight of the number only accentuated the uncanny, balloon-like transformation of Sean, the boyish brother who had morphed into a fleshy orb under the moon's malevolent glow.

Amidst this transformational chaos, Bennett's body too underwent a change, but in stark contrast to the brothers. Every muscle in his physique bulged, growing larger and more defined. Veins snaked their way across his body, pulsating with the power he was drawing from the full moon and the brothers' plight. His shoulders broadened, and his chest expanded as if an unseen force was inflating him from the inside. The sheer force of his muscular expansion seemed to be in perfect tandem with the brothers' fattening.

A powerful energy permeated the chamber as each man reached a climactic point in their transformations. Bennett, at the height of his muscular growth, appeared as the ultimate alpha wolf, while the brothers, though immobilised, could not deny the overpowering dominance he exuded.

Suddenly, the overwhelming force of the combined transformations reached a crescendo, and the room was filled with a blinding light, enveloping each of them. Moments later, the room plunged into darkness, the weight of the night's events causing every occupant to fall into a deep unconsciousness.

Chapter 8: The Heavy Reality

The room's chilling atmosphere was stifling, but even that couldn't hide the warm, pulsating hum of four obese bodies, each grotesquely distorted by an unthinkable curse. Chase tried to shift, to get a better view of his brothers, but the sheer weight of his own body inhibited him. His vision was dominated by his massive, fleshy breasts which, like twin mountains, jutted out and were only surpassed in scale by the undulating mound of his stomach below.

It wasn't just their size but their feel; the very texture of his flesh had changed. Where it had once been taut and firm, it was now soft and doughy, yielding to even the slightest touch. He could feel every roll, every crease, every stretch mark that adorned his new body, mapping out a topography of his torment.

A strange sensation tickled the underside of his gargantuan gut, and it took him a moment to comprehend what it was. His belly, distended and pendulous, had grown to such a magnitude that it now grazed the cold, stone floor, pulling his skin in different directions.

Sean, Luke, and Ethan, while not as massively transformed as Chase, were unrecognisable. The brothers who once laughed, competed, and shared a lifetime of memories together, now lay incapacitated by their own bodies, their features obscured by layers of fat.

The faint echo of footsteps grew louder, and the door creaked open, revealing the towering, muscular form of Bennett. His physique was a stark contrast to the brothers: where they were round and soft, he was chiseled and hard. The malevolent gleam in his eyes made it clear that he took perverse pleasure in their plight.

"Good morning, boys," Bennett's voice oozed with malice, filling the room with an even more pronounced sense of dread. "Enjoying your new figures, I see?"

Chase tried to respond, to muster some sort of defiance, but all that came out was a heavy, laboured breath. Bennett approached him, his eyes raking over Chase's form with a mix of pride and mockery. The muscular man leaned over, his hands caressing the vast sea of flesh before him. Each touch sent a shiver through Chase, as Bennett seemed to savour the sensation of so much softness beneath his fingers.

"You've always been the standout, haven't you, Chase?" Bennett whispered, his breath hot on Chase's ear. He pressed himself into Chase's side, hugging the mass of flesh. "420 kilograms. A magnificent size. And just think," he continued, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "in a month's time, this will be but a memory as you grow even larger."

With a final, lingering touch, Bennett straightened up and moved towards the door. "Enjoy your stay," he smirked, the door slamming shut behind him, sealing the brothers once more in their fleshy prison.

Chapter 9: Encroaching Desperation

In the cold, dimly lit chamber, the incessant drone of slurping and gulping seemed to magnify, echoing off the stone walls in a macabre symphony of gluttony. As days melded into nights, and nights into days, Chase's perception of time warped. The room, which once seemed vast, now felt increasingly confined, not due to any change in its dimensions, but rather the ceaseless expansion of the occupants within.

The sweet, viscous nectar that flowed into Chase's mouth through the feeding tube was intoxicating. Every gulp was a mix of bliss and torment; the pleasure of the taste juxtaposed with the horror of his uncontrollable growth. Even as his thoughts grew muddled, one unyielding desire remained at the forefront of his mind: to consume.

Chase's body was a testament to excess. His mammoth breasts, heavy and pendulous, completely obscured his vision, pushing up towards his face in their quest for space. The sheer enormity of his belly was incomprehensible; it sprawled out in every direction, the skin stretched thin, glistening with sweat and speckled with reddened stretch marks.

But then came a new sensation—a pressure at the front of his distended gut. At first, he assumed it was just another roll of his own fat folding over itself. But as the minutes passed and the feeling persisted, the unsettling truth dawned upon him. The pressure was external. It was Ethan's body meeting his, their growth pushing them inexorably together.

The brothers' bodies, once distinct entities, now melded and merged, their boundaries blurring in this grotesque tapestry of flesh. The very air in the room seemed to grow thinner as their combined bulk consumed the available space. Chase's moans of pleasure and discomfort intertwined with those of his brothers, creating a haunting chorus that spoke of both ecstasy and despair.

As the feeding continued, Chase's thoughts spiralled into chaos. He was trapped in a cycle of arousal and horror, torn between the pleasure of the relentless feeding and the impending doom that lurked ever closer. The forthcoming Halloween full moon was a ticking time bomb, promising either salvation or an even grimmer fate.

With each passing moment, one thought grew more and more pronounced in Chase's fevered mind: Would the moon's transformative power be their saviour? Or would they simply continue to grow, their bodies pushing and pressing against each other until they were nothing but a mass of flesh, smothering one another in their insatiable hunger?

Chapter 10: Shadows of the Full Moon

The hollow echo of night birds and the rustling of trees filled the cavernous chamber as the roof creaked open, revealing the inky sky. Stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, but what caught Chase's strained eyes was the pale, foreboding glow of the Halloween moon. Its silver light bathed the room, casting ghostly shadows and illuminating the vast, undulating expanse of flesh that the brothers had become. The brothers, their restraints now released, attempted to communicate with each other. Their once-strong voices were now muted, distorted by the sheer mass of their swollen, fat-encased throats and the torment of weeks in bondage. Sean's voice emerged, more a distorted moan than a clear utterance. "Chase... God, you've... transformed... must be pushing past 650kg."

From deep within his own cavern of flesh, Luke struggled to project his voice, each word a battle against his engorged jowls and cheeks. "Sean... my God, you're unrecognisable... you've ballooned beyond 300kg!" Amidst the layers of fat that blanketed him, Ethan managed a choked whisper, the strain evident in his words, "Luke... you're not... not trailing far... easily 250kg."

Chase's world was a suffocating cocoon of his own body. Everywhere he turned, mountains of his own flesh blocked his view. Desperately, he tried to shift, the mass of his form resisting at every attempt. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his heart raced, and his breathing came in ragged gasps as he endeavoured to catch a glimpse of Ethan’s scale. After a nightmarish struggle, he saw the numbers, and the reality bore down on him with a weight even greater than his flesh: an unthinkable 450kg.

A sudden rush of cold air heralded the entrance of a new figure. Bennett, now an 8-foot titan of muscle, loomed over the brothers. Every rippling sinew of his body seemed to be chiseled from stone, a stark contrast to the soft, expansive forms beneath him. Naked and unashamed, he manoeuvred his way through the mounds of flesh, his sneering face a mask of dark triumph.

He clambered atop the vast terrain of the brothers' combined bellies, his powerful form casting a long, threatening shadow. As he settled, the sheer weight of his muscular frame pressed down on them, eliciting groans of discomfort. Bennett's fingers, strong and unyielding, dug into the soft fat, manipulating it, toying with the brothers as if they were nothing more than playthings.

Lying atop the vast sea of the brothers' stomachs, Bennett looked up at the rising moon, his face illuminated in its haunting glow. "I hope you're enjoying your new forms," he whispered malevolently. "Because this is only the beginning. You'll be my everlasting machines, your bodies expanding endlessly, fuelling my growth."

Chase's heart raced. The moon was at its zenith, and the curse's power was at its peak. This was their one chance, the one moment when the curse could potentially be reversed. But the realisation was a double-edged sword. As he tried to summon the will to act, the enormity of his form betrayed him. He was immobile, trapped by his own body.

The room felt colder, the weight of Bennett's body and the impending doom pressing down on them, magnified by the power of the Halloween moon. The lines between hope and despair, between salvation and eternal entrapment, seemed to blur.

Chapter 11: The Curse Reversed

The atmosphere was electric as Bennett rose to his feet, every sinew in his bulging muscles tightening in anticipation. He lifted his arms, reaching out to the heavens as the glow of the massive blue moon washed over him. It was as if the universe had painted the sky especially for this moment – the moonlight, pure and unfiltered, cast a silvery-blue sheen over everything, painting the grotesque scene in stark relief.

“Grant me your power!” Bennett roared, his voice echoing with raw desire, every fibre of his being resonating with the pull of the moon. He stood tall, his chiseled form in stark contrast to the vast landscape of flesh beneath him. The brothers, for all their grotesque size, seemed almost dwarfed by his towering, muscular presence.

But as Bennett revelled in his moment of ascension, an unforeseen twist awaited him. Slowly, he felt a peculiar sensation. Glancing downwards, he realised with growing horror that his foot was sinking into the soft flesh beneath him. As if it was quicksand, the mounds of fatty tissue began to envelop his leg.

"No!” he cried, panic evident in his voice. Trying to retract his foot, he only found himself sinking further. The very mass he had cultivated in the brothers was now becoming his prison.

The brothers, sensing his vulnerability, began to stir, their moans of despair transforming into growls of determination.

“Hold him!” Sean gasped, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. And with an effort that seemed impossible for his overstretched body, he rolled forward, his mouth finding purchase on Bennett’s straining bicep. Bennett screamed, a sound of pure agony, as Luke, with newfound strength, lunged forward and clamped his jaws onto Bennett’s outstretched hand.

Ethan, his face a mask of determination, managed to hoist his swollen form enough to take a bite out of Bennett’s shoulder. The pain was clearly excruciating as Bennett's cries reached a fevered pitch.

But the crescendo was yet to come. Chase, the largest and most transformed of them all, summoned every ounce of his might, rolling his colossal mass forward. As he moved, waves of fat rippled outward, pushing Bennett further into their collective mass. As the moon reached the zenith of its power, Chase, with a look of grim determination, leaned over and bit down hard into Bennett’s thigh.

The muscular titan's screams of pain and fear resonated in the room as he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of flesh below him. As his head began to submerge, the combined weight of the brothers bore down on him, muffling his cries.

And then, as the final seconds of the full moon's peak ticked away, the room was filled with the chilling, combined howl of the brothers. The sound echoed, merging with the night, until everything faded into blackness.

Epilogue: Happy Halloween

Chase grunted slightly as he struggled with the rebellious button, but ultimately gave up. The silver strands of his shirt clung to the striations of his impressively muscular chest, highlighting the sinewy contours of his physique. The Halloween night air was cool against his skin, but he felt a warmth radiating from within, the pride of his transformed body. Every ripple, every bulge, was a testament to their hard-fought victory against a dark curse.

Flashing back to that horrifying Halloween night, Chase shuddered, even with his now almost invincible physique. The nightmares of their ordeal persisted, but amidst that darkness emerged a new beginning for him and his brothers. Their shared trauma had cemented their bond even further. The brothers had not only defeated the curse, but in its wake, they had morphed into muscular gods, their bodies sculpted as if by the finest artists.

Ethan, always the tallest, now had shoulders so broad they seemed to span doorways. His washboard abs prominently displayed under the tight fabric of his werewolf costume. Luke, previously lean, now boasted legs so muscular they looked like they could lift a car. His toned arms flexed effortlessly, causing more than a few onlookers to gasp in admiration.

Sean, the youngest, had retained some of his boyish charm, but it was now paired with the physique of a seasoned bodybuilder. The definition in his back muscles alone drew attention from afar. He had traded his youthful naivety for an athletic confidence.

The carnival lights painted a surreal glow on the night, as the brothers converged at the entrance of the haunted house. Their laughter was hearty, filled with camaraderie and jests about their synchronised werewolf attire. They appeared more like models from a fitness magazine than men who had once been trapped in a nightmare.

Entering the haunted house, they navigated the dimly lit corridors, the scent of musty old wood and artificially aged props assaulting their senses. And then, they came upon an attraction titled 'Human Blob'. The grotesque figure of an immobile man, seemingly weighing a tonne, lay before them. Its face was obscured by the layers of fat, making it seem eerily lifelike.

The brothers exchanged knowing glances, the atmosphere thickening with tension. Luke hesitated a moment, then reached out, giving what appeared to be an animatronic figure a tentative poke. To their horror, the flesh yielded slightly under his touch, warm and pulsating. However, the brother’s knew that this wasn’t some carnival contraption, but a living, breathing entity. And not just any entity – the grotesquely swollen form before them was unmistakably Bennett. The mighty and malevolent figure from their past had been transformed, cursed by the very power he sought to harness. The blue moon had taken its revenge, transferring the combined weight of the brothers onto Bennett and then some.

His once muscular physique was buried beneath layers and layers of accumulated fat. His limbs were buried beneath his bulk, and his facial features were almost indistinguishable, smothered by the rolls that cascaded down. A stifled, gurgling sound emanated from deep within the folds, a chilling testament to the life still trapped inside this mountain of flesh. This was Bennett's cruel fate: with every full moon, he would continue to expand, forever trapped in his ever-growing prison of flesh. His eyes, the only recognisable feature, pleaded silently from their sunken sockets. They told a tale of endless hunger and an insatiable appetite that the brothers could once relate to. Ethan whispered to his brothers, “He's still growing...”

Chase, eyes cold, approached the engorged form of Bennett, leaning close to where he assumed the man's ear would be. “Happy Halloween, Bennett,” he murmured, his voice dripping with a mixture of pity and vengeance. The blob shuddered and a loud moan filled the air. The brothers left the haunted house, but the haunting image of Bennett's grotesque transformation would remain with them. Every full moon, they would return, feeding Bennett in a twisted act of mercy and ensuring his curse continued. It was their way of remembering the nightmare they had escaped and the price of meddling with powers beyond comprehension.

Under the pale illumination of the full moon, the brothers paused. Its intense light bathed their chiseled forms, casting elongated shadows on the ground. A sudden surge of power pulsed through them, making their skin tingle. They exchanged anxious glances, bracing for what was to come.

Chase's eyes widened as he felt a peculiar sensation, like molten steel flowing through his veins. With a mixture of awe and apprehension, he watched as his thighs began to swell, the sinewy muscles expanding and bulging. The fabric of his pants groaned under the strain, the seams straining and beginning to pop.

Ethan, smirking, slapped Chase's now even more muscular posterior. "Always told you those calves needed catching up," he teased, a twinkle in his eye. Chase huffed a laugh, flexing his burgeoning calves for emphasis. "Just making sure you guys don't forget who the biggest brother is," he quipped back.

For a moment, the atmosphere lightened, the brothers basking in their newfound strength and unity. Their laughter echoed through the quiet night, a stark contrast to the eerie memories of the past. With their broad shoulders touching and their heads held high, the brothers continued their journey, leaving footprints embedded deeply in the ground, symbols of their growing power. As they walked, their forms grew ever more imposing, silhouettes of raw strength against the moonlit night. A howl rang into the night from the haunted house, the curse of the werewolf audible to all dormant for now until once again, the bite of fate is shared with another.

[darkandstormydolls]

Finally went through the pictures I took a couple weeks ago for my Alice in Wonderland costume and I’ve very excited to share them!

I’ll admit that this isn’t the greatest costume I’ve ever made, but hey, it’s cute and iconic and good for frolicking.

I actually did a ton of research for this dress. I didn’t want to do a “historically accurate Alice” by any means, but I definitely wanted it to be historically informed at least. I looked at a bunch of images and drawings and extant dresses of little girls dresses from the 1850s and 60s (the book came out in 1865), and also went down a rabbit hole of looking at every illustrated edition of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland that I could. Fun fact I found: apparently the first in color version had Alice in yellow. But the blue dress is just so iconic, so I felt like I just had to go with that. The neckline ended up a little wide (I ended up taking it in a bit after taking these pictures) and the mix of dropped shoulders and puffed sleeves with that ended up reading more 1830s than 60s to my eyes, but it is what it is. The wide neckline, puffed sleeves, gathered bodice, buttons down the back, and tucks on the hem were all details from mid Victorian children’s clothes. I meant to do the skirt a lot shorter, around midi-length (still a little older than the seven and a half Alice is said to be in the books, more appropriate to a nine or ten year old), but the pinafore ended up longer than anticipated, so I made the skirt longer to preserve the amount I wanted showing, leaving them a smidge above the ankle and making my version of Alice closer to her early teens (which makes the more girlish details on the rest of the dress seem a little odd but oh well).

The pinafore of course was essential. I added little pockets to the front (mostly decorative, there are more practical pockets in the dress), and the trim is made up of lace and a layer of ruffled/pleated fabric (another fun fact: rather than gather it like a sane person, I instead decided to do about seven million incredibly tiny pleats. I regretted it. Quickly.). It was kind of inspired by the American Girl Kirsten’s’ birthday dress and pinafore, with the tapering in the back, and I added long ends to the waistband to tie in a big bow in the back. The shoulders on this were kind of wide as well, but it balances with the dress alright and I can tie it in a way that makes it a little better.

My other additions to this outfit were a couple of petticoats (one I already had with a ruffle on them hem, one I made for this with some narrow flounces by the hem, pantalettes with lace trim for that very iconic Victorian child look (except the skirt ended up too long so you can’t actually see them), black tights, and a hair bow. I debated for a while between black velvet (more like the original) or white (to preserve the contrast, since I have dark hair) and settled on a white ribbon from my (extensive) ribbon stash.

All in all, while this costume isn’t by favorite, it’s still pretty cute and comfy, and I’m pretty happy with it.

[pangtasias-atelier]

An Askran Gift

Just like wrote this with no brain power, only desire and came out with 2k words out of nowhere lmao. And also because after saving 1.5k orbs, I only got 1 Askr besides spark so was fucking pissed and still am! But oh well! So here's him getting fat as fuck lol

Warning: This is a fetish story!

“I must admit,” Walking down the Order’s numerous halls with the summoner by his side, Askr puts the two’s slow, leisurely stroll on pause. Askr also takes deep breaths and wheezes while he speaks. “In all my expectations upon summoning you, I never imagined such a thing quite like this,” Despite his confession, Askr maintains an agreeable, cheerful smile. He also rests a large, flabby hand on his belly, the tight, form fitting clothes he once wore still as ever form fitting despite the accommodations for his larger size due to how much he fills out the outfit.

Askr’s gut is a rather respectable ball of fat that reaches past his waistband and down to his knees; the upper bit of fabric from the tied robe on his lower half is pushed down from his sagging belly and tucked, hidden away underneath his stomach fat. Likewise, his once defined washboard abs and riblets are hidden under all his extra weight; all his musculature is smothered with hundreds of extra pounds from Askr’s recruitment to the Order upon being summoned a few months back. Those few months certainly have done wonders to the rest of Askr’s girth. His stomach by far the least impacted from copious upon copious amounts of lard added to his figure, the Dragon God of Askr has a rather defined hourglass shaped fitting of his bull characteristics. 

Askr’s two dark, over swollen tits rest heavily atop his gurgling gut—still digesting the multiple pounds of food for a snack. His large chest spills out the plunging neckline of his shirt; the inner portions of his breasts which are larger than his own head pressing up against one another at the same time as they dig against his rotund arms. Askr’s chest nearly adds up to be the weight of his own gut, the two massive tits almost three fourths the size of his stomach. His thighs make even slowly waddling extremely difficult with how massive the two pillars for legs obstruct each other, and every other person who needs to get past Askr’s width in the Order’s wide—but still narrow with every man’s rising weight—hallways. Askr’s loosely tied robe, able to function as a bedsheet from the sheer width of the fabric, clings to his massive, cumbersome thighs. Askr’s pants dig into his enormous legs. The material is particularly stretched around the upper bit of his thighs. Especially with his large shapeless ass, Askr’s rear spilling out his pants unlike the well behaved dragon he usually portrays himself as. The flowing cape behind him thankfully covers up Askr’s wobbling, shapeless exposed shame. His cape manages to make its way down to Askr’s fat filled calves, the lard from them smothering his ankles as the two in turn press down on his tired, overburdened feet from his crushing weight. Even with his own abilities—moving at a tremendous weight only possible from Askr’s strength and magic—the 900 pound bull can barely muster enough energy to maintain the movement, especially when he finds himself much more willing to laze and graze, Askr finding Kiran’s changes to the Order all too agreeable despite his initial dismay and misgivings.

“But you don’t mind it, right?” Kiran responds. Having walked in front of Askr, the wide, spacious hallways still inapt in handling over a third of a ton of fat side by side, he turns around to face Askr. Kiran’s own large gut which struggles to stay contained underneath the navy blue button up, buttons holding on for dear life as the fabric strains enough to leave gaps large enough to show off Kiran’s large, blubbery gut in between the taut buttons smushes against Askr’s own still larger gut. “Because I have a special little gift for you,” Kiran smiles down at Askr, the lofty summoner still managing to stand over Askr’s tall, respectable stature. Askr's gut wobbles from the eager slap Kiran gives it, and Kiran turns back around, giving him a grin as he leads him ever on, the two waddling far past morbidly obese men a normal sight. 

The two eventually manage to reach their destination after a strenuous few minutes of walking which seem to drag on for ages for Askr—both of them wheezing and heaving at the end of their short yet sluggish walk. “And may I ask what this special gift entails?” Askr's ass presses against the wall as he uses it as a resting spot, the blubber from his wide, doughy backside and large rear spreading across the surface. He tilts his head back with his mouth wide open. His rotund figure falls and rises with each deep gulp of air he takes. Askr even jiggles, his gurgling hungry stomach demanding food once more.

The two in one of the Orders’ plethora of hallways, the plain, regular area manages to still feel off to Askr. Glancing around, both visually and magically—using his abilities to feel the energy—he hides his frown upon the strange aura, as if the hallway feels like every other one yet feels just as comfortable and welcoming as the residential wings. The extra bit of adornments in the hall with the addition of plush blue rug used solely in the residential wings only strengthen his feelings. 

Kiran smiles at Askr, the same eager, sincere smile he first presented himself with upon meeting him. “It's just a little snack I used to give all my supports before,” Kiran lies.

“Before they all got too fat to even walk,” Askr thinks to himself, finishing the rest of Kiran’s response. Though, the thought of becoming so big that walking would be nothing but a thing of the past doesn't sound disagreeable to him. Not with the abundance of magic to still aid the smaller immobile blobs, nor when the sight of such a tremendously large man is a rather common sight. Askr's stomach helps fill in the last few wavering walls of resistance Askr might have had, the deep trembling growl in his gut needing—no, demanding—food right away. “Then I will gladly accept a gift from such a fine friend,” Askr laughs, now at ease.

“Perfect! I'm sure you'll love it,” Kiran says as he finally unlocks the door and enters inside, the door usually left unlocked with the room meant to be discovered, Askr's painfully unaware self inept at taking Kiran's hints like the beast laguz before him. He stumbles into the darkness like everyone else who's entered before, but unlike them, Kiran knows exactly where he's going. “Ugh, lemme reach a window for some light,” he leads Askr inside, still pretending to fumble around. Kiran takes careful steps—even more careful than his already slow waddle.

Askr follows behind him; his already sluggish steps are even more laughably slow with the poor visibility. The sound of the door clicking behind him makes his ears twitch, his eyes also widening. “I’m sure you enjoy pranks with how insistent you are on tapping people but I hope-” Askr can’t even finish his sentence when he has to close his eyes shut at the sudden burst of light that floods the room. It takes him a few moments for Askr to regain his bearings, eyes fluttering open. And his mouth hangs wide open upon the sight that awaits him.

The room is absolutely massive. Even larger than the Order’s numerous training areas—all but one renovated into massive mess halls filled with an abundance of feasts and heroes to eat it all—Askr can barely grasp the size of the room. The room even rivals the sheer size of the throne rooms or ballrooms in the largest castle’s home to Askr or Embla. Even with his and Kiran’s already rotund size, the two morbidly obese, near immobile men take up only a handful grains of sand’s worth of space in the sprawling room. The other inhabitants take up a much more sizable, ridiculous portion of the room, not much space now left for the two large men.

Askr can’t even tell apart the enormous, massively fattened blobs in the room, much less identify which heroes they are. Askr can barely assume that it’s only three other men from the feeding tubes attached to portals above their obscenely fat bodies that make even him seem like a twig next to them. And their feeding tubes loudly whir from the waves of food forcibly gushing down into their mouth; though the muffled moans show that all three men gladly enjoy themselves. Two of them are much more comparable to one another in size. They look almost exactly the same, the main difference being one’s slightly paler shade of skin. Said blob, also known as Keaton, is also much more top heavy compared to the other. Keaton’s gut and breasts surge forward in front of him, the mountain of fat cascading in front of him and smothering his immobilized thousands of pounds ago legs. His lard rises high up from so much stacked on top of itself that it hides his sunken face that sports numerous neck and chin folds. Or else Askr would be able to see the twitching wolfskin ears. Keaton’s breasts lack any discernible shape to them much like the rest of his corpulence. And the other similarly sized blob, Kaden, is shaped practically opposite to Keaton. Kaden’s extremely bottom heavy barely able to be described as a body leaves his thighs billowing out on both sides of him. The two carriage crushing thighs manage to spread out wider than his own gut. Though the ends of his legs are still covered up by the sheer expanse of how far out his stomach surges forward. Kaden’s ass completely smothers his bushy orange tail, the two mass asscheeks billowing out behind him. And yet the two massive men still pale in comparison to the titanic wall of blubber behind them. So large, the enormous third man’s monumentality is slowly beginning to push away Kaden and Keaton. The two of them lacking much of a shape to begin with, the third man’s figure is simply fat all around. Yarne’s enormity spreads out in all directions, the obscenely several tonnage of bunny requiring two feeding tubes to keep himself satisfied. Yarne’s breasts cascade down his waterfall of a gut, the two crushing breasts going so far as to touch the rising mound of fat known as his thighs. His long taguel ears are hidden behind the mountain of a gut and also blend in with the pale tons of blubbery they rest on, Yarne’s immensity only broken up by the deep patches of black body hair he has all over his body.

Askr still wide eyed as he stares at the three men, he only realizes that Kiran is right in front of him until it’s too late. A perfectly inconspicuous piece of chocolate is right in front of his face. The delicacy looking like any other one, the overbearing aroma that wafts to his nostrils grapples with his mind, the cloyingly sweet scent the only thing he can think about, even with three enormously fat blobs right in front of him. “Hnngh w-wait!” Askr shouts as he raises a meaty hand to his forehead. Beads of sweat trickle down his portly face, the rivulets of water pooling down on his hefty rack for breasts. Askr takes deep, heavy breaths. He does his best to try and clear his mind, thoughts of anything but what he already craves in his deepest desires taking hold of him. Askr moans as he feels his body warming up. His clothes begin to tear as his body swells fatter. Even standing begins to become more and more difficult than the already taxing chore it was. His limbs become even more useless, the last vestiges of flexibility deteriorating away to make room for more lard. “Wh-what did hnhh did you do,,,”

“I’m giving you what you wanted,” Kiran pats Askr’s head, playing with his blue hair before moving onto caressing his bull horns, watching him continue to blow up with more and more flab.

Askr moans upon the contact. And soon afterwards, he finds himself falling to the ground. But he thankfully has all his extra cushioning to soften the fall. “You’re turning me… making me into them,,,”

“No,” Kiran whispers into his ear, using Askr’s expanding blubbery body as a mattress. “You’re going to be even better,” Kiran continues playing with Askr’s extra appendages, his hands rubbing his bull ears now. 

Askr takes a better look at the three blobs in front of him. Thinking he was just expanding so rapidly, he realizes that the other three men are also rapidly losing weight. It doesn’t take long for Askr to reach the same size as Keaton and Kaden, Askr completely immobilized long ago with even his fingers and toes unable to be moved. It only takes him a little while longer before he even realizes that it is the wolfskin and kitsune, the two just barely immobile blobs. And yet they still continue to lose weight, both of them ending up just a few hundred pounds shy of Askr’s weight before this, both of them able to now waddle at a sizable 600 pounds. Meanwhile Askr is still growing, still not at Yarne’s size, he just barely manages to surpass the also slimming down Yarne by the time Kaden and Keaton begin to slowly waddle and test their regained mobility. Askr continues to say nothing; he simply continues to moan, his eyes almost shut tight in the pleasure of feeling himself fill out the expanse of the room, more and more of his vast body taking up and demanding space like the god he is. Even as he passes Yarne’s initial blob of a size, Askr continues to grow, barely able to reach the bare minimum of coherence by greedily demanding more in between tired, exhausted moans. He doesn’t even pay attention to Yarne as his weight loss slows down, basking in his enjoyment so much he doesn’t even notice his now visible taguel ears. Askr doesn’t even feel the three six hundred pounders that scale his monumental body, the god of the country now taking on the entirety of the weight the three beasts just lost. He does focus on the fact that he’s stopped growing. His high of enjoyment now diminished, he simply basks in his own enormity.

Not that Askr can truly look upon his own splendor, his vision mostly taken up by his rotund distended cheeks that each alone now weigh more than several men combined. Askr’s hourglass figure still manages to somehow withstand the several couple of tons added to his body in such a short time frame. His two monumental breasts graze the stone floor itself, the bit of lard that rests on the tile pooling in front of his still enormous gut. Askr’s ass spreads out behind him, the large rear unable to even be identified as his rear with how shapeless it is. And his tail is now completely swallowed in between the lakes of fat for an ass. His thighs spread out on both sides, his width alone about three fourths of the room’s width. Askr still a moaning mess, he only pays attention upon the arrival of the nearly a tired, sweaty ton of combined lard for three beasts that managed to climb his enormity. 

“I wahhnt moore,” Askr demands, his speech even slurred and exhausted from the sheer girth of his size. 

Kiran pats his head, gleefully overseeing the entire process. “Don’t you worry. These three are going to take care of you for a bit. So just let yourself be praised and pampered like you want to, fatass,” Kiran transports himself out with a portal, saying goodbye with a final ruffling of Askr’s hair and a large spread of food conjuring itself out from a portal he left as one final treat. 

“Lord Askr,”

“You’re so fat,”

“You must be so hungry,”

“Feed Lord Askr,”

“Lord Askr needs to be bigger,”

The three beasts rub and fondle Askr’s enormity—the minuscule amount of his enormity that they can reach of him—all of them shocked upon his size. Their jealousy of no longer being the fattest still evident, they reason that it doesn’t mean they can’t make Askr even larger, all three also glad for the sudden mobility, no matter how slow their still morbidly obese selves are.

And Askr happily allows the three loyal subjects to feed him, the overfed cow voraciously demanding more in between hurried bites crammed into his mouth. He can’t allow himself to remain upstaged.

Not when even he knows that his current throne room filling size can’t even hold a candle to the castle crushing blobs that are Kiran’s supports.

[daddyhausen]

Could you possibly write 10, 24, and 52 from the nsfw headcanons list for Wardlow?

• headcannon — wardlow •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { wardlow masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } public sex, gym sex, mirror sex, submissive x dominant dynamic oral sex { male receiving }, size kink, filming, dirty talk, hair pulling, facials, throatpie, cumplay, brat taming, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, squirting, cumshots

{ word count } — 972

{ pairing } — fem!reader x wardlow

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 10 } — look what you do to me

{ 24 } — don’t be gentle

{ 52 } — i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet

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to say he was distracted was an understatement

barely able to keep focus on his reps with the tantalising view in his peripherals

you stood by his left side, counting each squat with a slow, methodical bend

the curve of your ass accentuated by the movement

not to mention the alluringly tight yoga pants

the sage green fabric clung tightly to your skin

an emphasis on your heavenly curves of which he adored

a tightness grew in his gym shorts

one of which made him thank that the gym was pretty much empty aside from a few stragglers finishing up their final sets

he set his weights down, placing them back on the rack

not even bothering to finish his set

he stood behind you, admiring how round and perky your ass was

each time you bent down, your ass grazed lightly against his cock

a small groan fell from between his clenched teeth

“what are you doing?”

your queried, peeking up at him through the mirror

“i could ask you the same thing”

he smirked down at you

“uhh…working out?”

you chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the sizeable bulge pressing into your ass

“look what you do me”

his voice low, almost a quiet growl

you peered behind your shoulder, finally noticing how hard his was

a thick gulp rose in your throat

mouth salivating at the thought

already knowing what he was hinting at

“michael, are you insane?! we can’t, there’s people still in here!”

you whisper yelled, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment creep upon your cheeks

“it’s fine, little one, plus they’re leaving anyway”

you peeked over his shoulder, realistic that the two of you were indeed the only people left in the gym

“ok, what about the cameras?”

you smirked, holding your hands triumphantly on your hips

feeling like you’d won the conversation

“i know a blindspot, c’mon”

“of course you do” you thought as he took you by the hand

leading you to a more secluded area of the gym

it was only a small corner of the gym where the cameras did not intersect

but the mirror was what he was more intrigued by

“now…on your knees, babygirl”

you rolled your eyes playfully

eventually sinking to your knees, freeing his cock from his gym shorts

the thick appendage sprang up from the waistband

almost hitting you in the face

his tip glossy with pre-cum, the taste lightly salty on your tongue

both your hands wrapped around the base of his shaft

making them look so small in comparison

he reached for his phone in his pocket

pressing record as your lips wrapped around his tip

barely managing to go any deeper than that

“such a naughty little whore”

you cheeks blushed with heat at his words

innocently batting your eyelashes up at him through the lens of his phone camera

he panned the camera up to the mirror

capturing the scene in full view

your head softly bobbing with small rhythmic movements

his hips bucking up every so often

hitting the back of your throat with a small gag from you in response

“fuck, babygirl, suck daddy’s cock, just like that-“

his words grew increasing choked

feeling his cock pulse on the flat of your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks, allowing him greater access to your throat

“i’m cumming, baby…oh fuck yes-“

a flood of warmth filled your cheeks

his seed mingling with your tastebuds as you pulled back

swallowing him greedily

the remainder dripping down your lips

splashing up onto your cheeks as he lazily jerked himself off

“face the mirror”

he kept his phone poised on you as you bent over slightly, once hand stabilising yourself against the mirror

almost the exact same position that got the two of you caught up in this predicament in the first place

he pried down your yoga pants with one swift tongue

your panties drenched in your sweetness

a sight which only made him shudder in delight

“i haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet”

you merely giggled innocently, swaying your hips from side to side with silty movements

effectively putting on a show for him

he placed his phone down by one of the weight machines

still recording

he took the time to admire your lower half once more, how soaked your cunt was just for him

“don’t be gentle” you whispered softly against his lips as he leaned down to kiss you rather feverishly

“trust me, little one, i won’t”

his movements were impatient almost

wasting no time to fill you to the brim with his cock

“oh fuck, daddy!”

the initial thrust took you by surprise, having to brace yourself against the mirror one more

you admire the sight

being absolutely fucked out and getting to see every expression you gave

just how well he’d unraveled you in mere seconds

the way his cock was so evident through your skin

he kept a hand on your waist, the other locked in your hair, keeping your gaze in the mirror

“you feel so fucking good, baby”

your whimpers echoed through the gym, feeling so full of him

“g-gonna c-cum…” you cried out, already buckling under the weight of your orgasm

wetness dripping down your thighs, much to his amusement

“good girl, that’s it, make a mess for daddy”

your thighs shaking upon release, barely able to keep yourself up

he released your hair from his grip, wrapping it around your waist as he pulled out

jerking himself off until his spilled into your panties, coating the already soaked fabric with his milky seed

he pulled your panties up along with your yoga pants

his cum radiating with warmth against your cunt

making your squirm back into his chest

“finish your workout little one, then i’ll give you all the creampies you deserve”

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[delusionalbit]

colby pt.9

warnings: smut, cursing, fingering.

words: 681

Colby came back from Romania after 3 days there, he missed you but not only your body too so the first thing he did is to drag you to the bedroom and start making out with you. Colby had been away for three days, but it felt like an eternity. He'd missed Gaby more than he thought possible. As soon as he got home, he wasted no time in pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. His hands roamed over her curves, feeling every inch of her body that he'd craved.

‘’ I've missed you, babe...''

he murmured against her lips, breaking their kiss momentarily.

'' I've dreamed about this moment...’’

His fingers slipped under her shirt, tracing the lines of her spine before cupping her ass firmly. The heat between them was palpable, and Colby could barely contain himself. He wanted her right here, on the bed, against the wall, anywhere... With a growl, he pushed her towards the bed, eager to have her beneath him. you moaned softly at the feeling of Colby's lips against hers, her own responding eagerly. She loved how he always seemed so hungry for her, like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. And when his hands began to roam over her body, she melted even further, arching into his touch.

‘’Mmm... ‘’

she whispered, nipping gently at his lower lip before pulling away just enough to speak.

''Missed you too.''

Her own hands reached up to pull off his jacket, tossing it aside before moving onto his shirt. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned it slowly, teasingly, letting him know exactly what she had planned for him once they were both naked. As he pushed her towards the bed, she stumbled slightly, her legs feeling weak from desire. But she caught herself quickly, turning around to face him again. Colby watched intently as you stripped him of his shirt, revealing the muscular chest beneath. His breath hitched at the sight of her nimble fingers working their way down his abdomen, heading straight for the waistband of his pants.

‘’Fuck, babe...'' he groaned, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. ''Not yet...’’

He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel just how much he needed her. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his briefs.

‘’I want you spread out for me...'' he breathed heavily into her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. ''Let me take care of everything...’’

With a swift movement, he pushed her onto the bed, following closely behind. His knees parted her thighs, allowing him room to explore every inch of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.* *Colby growled lowly at your words, his body reacting instantly. He grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her panties to the side to reveal her wet folds.*

‘’You're so fucking wet...'' he grunted, sliding one finger inside her tight cunt. ''You really do want it rough, don't you?’’

Without waiting for an answer, he added another finger, pumping them in and out of her at a slow pace. His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud.

‘’How does that feel?'' his voice was husky, filled with lust. ''Can you handle more?’’

‘’please just fuck me babe please’’ I said begging for him to fuck me

Colby couldn't help but grin at your desperate plea, his body thrumming with anticipation. He removed his hand from between your legs, a loud pop echoing throughout the room as he pulled his soaked fingers free.

‘’That's it...'' he murmured, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. ''Just like that...’’

With a single thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, a guttural groan escaping his lips. Your tight walls gripped him tightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

‘’Fuck...'' he gritted out, beginning to move. His thrusts were hard and fast, each one driving him deeper into your slick heat. ''

''That's it... Take all of me...’’ after many hours of fucking and teasing we both fell asleep in each other arms.

[miasiegert]

Day 2, and one workshop photo of MY work

Before I say ANYTHING, hello to Wichita folk from Chaz. :) He was shocked (and delighted) at how much people enjoyed the show and we absolutely are brainstorming things for the future. So a huge thank you for the support and kindness. It meant a ton to him (and obviously me and David as well!)

Day 2 was a roller coaster... for ME!

I'm very suspicious because everything is going so well. Too well. Things never go this well. So I decided it was time to start really stoning some costume pieces that I hadn't before while David got supplies.

Then I got a phone call, never a good sign, from David asking me could I get the padlock open for the gate.

Padlock? What Padlock?

There are no concrete answers, only a guess... but it's believed that people who share a lot to store their boats left and padlocked the gate behind them so I was TRAPPED in the costume shop (which is a completely different building/drive away from the theatre) all alone with no food and had been the entire day while David couldn't get me.

Some chaos to get a key and get out, and David decided to go to the night time run through for notes. Chaz told me to take tonight off because I went through ND hell as there was a loud beeping noise nonstop and I had to turn my headphones up louder than normal (I usually watch a show in the background--today was "Power Book III: Raising Kanan" from Starz) so it hurt then the panic of being alone and trapped.

Anyway, what I *Did* realize was that I absolutely can share a wip of Bedazzling more of the Reba!Suit because that is my costume, that has been seen onstage before, there is no actor in it, no full costume, and it's MY original design.

Way back, we had very cheap acrylic rhinestones because we were too poor for better ones. Now, we're mixing in preciosa and swarovski with some crystal and glass ones. We have not removed the acrylics YET because a lot is carefully plotted fill ins and until I have enough time to REALLY thoroughly do it, I don't want to remove any sparkle.

So, for your pleasure (or not, Idk, maybe you don't care) this is the epaulets and belt for the Gumbie Tap Suit that's my design. If you notice a few interesting things with the waistband/tail, that is because it's got four strong snaps for the waist. There's stretch but not as much as some of our other specialty fabric, and different tappers prefer different tightness. We're hoping to add some snaps as this Jenny is between sizes and really wants a snatched waist (she didn't want to take the costume off--never seen anyone so happy before!)

I will be adding gold, yellow, and orange to it. I added purple to Misto in two shades and some AB crystals.

I forgot if I said this or not but I was requested to rhinestone Misto's shoes for his song number. I can't wait to show people pictures. I'm pretty sure there will be video. The last time I saw a very flippity Misto was my first pro production where an INCREDIBLE cheerleader/gymnast/hiphop dancer was cast. It was incredible to watch. This choreo is really fun and Misto's actor's manner actually does come across as shy and aloof at first... then super excited and happy. METHOD ACTING OR JUST HYPED ABOUT COSTUMES??? The world may never know.

I think people will REALLY like Rumple and Mungo a LOT. Cassandra is FANTASTIC.

Also anyone here have Starz? I need to gush over "P-Valley" and cry over "Hightown" s3 with someone! "Raising Kanan" is good but not hitting me in the feels the same way.

[gaydrummerboy]

In 2024, I'm going to...

“New years eve is so boring!” Zack exclaimed to his 2 roommates, Jake and Mike. 

He looked around and watched them playing on their phones, Mike was flicking through Instagram while Jake was hopelessly swiping through a variety of dating apps. 

“We have our finals in a few days, if we go out and get drunk, then we won’t get any studying done before them” Mike said without taking his eyes from the screen. 

“Yeah, studying with a hangover never works” Jake agreed, locking his phone and dropping down onto his little belly that had recently started to peek over the waistband of his jeans when he sat down. 

Off all three of them, Jake was the only one that had given in and gained the freshman 15 over their 3 years studying and living together; somehow Zack and Mike’s appetite and tendency to snack on unhealthy foods hadn’t affected their waistlines, Mike was even in better shape than when he started college, boasting an impressive 6 pack and toned pecs under his baggy T-shirt.

“But it's so boring!” Zack replied, throwing himself down onto their worn sofa. “There’s has to be something we can do for fun” 

Mike continued scrolling through social media until he came across an advert for a new app that's just been released.

released today! Install our new app and get a sneak peak at what your 2024 is going to be like!’ Mike continued to watch the advert intently, hoping to find something to shut up Zack. Simply install the app and snap a picture of yourself and see what it says about the next year for you! Our newly patented software collates everything about you (from information available on your device ) and provides a picture and small statement as to what you’re going to do and look like in the new year!’ Disclaimer - the app is still in beta, no personal information is kept on the app.

Mike had lost nearly all interest by the end of the ad and ignored the disclaimer, ‘probably just legal stuff to cover themselves’ he thought to himself then he had an idea t o break Zack's boredom and keep him quiet for a few minutes. 

“Hey Zack, I’ll send you a link to this new app that was released today, I think you’ll like it” Mike called over to him. He shared the link to Zack, and within a few seconds, Zack had started to install the app onto his phone. 

“thanks I guess, but you know I don’t believe in horoscopes or any of that future telling crap” he mumbled before tapping the new icon and waiting for it to load. 

Zack watched as the screen went black for a second then a burst of colorful animations covered the screen. Without thinking he pressed accept to every pop up that came up. ‘probably just permissions like every other app’ he thought to himself, not reading the text fully before pressing accept and without thinking he pressed agree on the final pop up that said something about experimental features.

The app came to life again and in the center of the screen appeared a large camera icon, he pressed it and the camera showed himself, laying on the sofa, his red shirt riding up slightly to reveal his happy trail and flat, undefined mid-section.

Zack moved the camera so it showed his face then on the screen a sentence appeared, “in 2024 I’m going to...” then after the sentence there was a jumble of letters, changing into one another until, after a few seconds, they stopped and he read the complete sentence. “in 2024 I’m going to... work hard at the gym” he chuckled as he read the words. “Yeah right” he lowered his phone and saw his chest was reflected onto the camera, the statement lingered in the top of the screen. 

He stared at the screen for a moment, his chest looked different, under his shirt he had a completely flat chest, devoid of any muscle or fat, but in the screen it showed his v neck shirt was tight, barely able to contain 2 meaty pillows beneath the fabric. 

Zack quickly got to his feet and stared at the screen, his chest was still looking pumped and his jawline looked more angular. “fuck, I wanna see what else this app can do” he says to himself as he carefully puts the phone down and undresses down to his baggy boxer briefs in front of Mike and Jake. 

Neither of them paid attention to him until Mike catches a glimpse of Zack standing half naked in their living room, it looks like he’s trying to flex invisible muscles. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mike shouts, looking his skinny roommate up and down. 

Zacks looks away from his phone toward Mike, smiling giddily. “that app you shared with me said in 2024 I’m going to work in the gym and the filter on it makes me look buff as hell!” Zack looks away from Mike and back to the screen and continues trying different poses. 

“Fuck I look so good, I gotta save this” he says to himself, Mike can see the outline of Zacks cock slowly growing ad he admires himself. 

Zack raised his phone as high as he could to get all of himself in the picture; from his sharp jawline, plump pecs and toned 6 pack to his rippling thighs and took a picture of himself. 

Before Zack could say anything, however, he felt a strange sensation all over his body and under his skin. He dropped his phone onto the sofa and stared at his skinny frame. The sensation felt like it was under his skin, like something was stretching or growing. Zack let out a quiet groan and felt his erection begin to throb painfully as he watched his flat chest fill out with muscle until they were the same size they appeared on his phone. Next, he watched as his undefined belly flattened out into a firm 6 pack that even rivalled Mikes, and lastly, his thighs grew out, exploding with muscle into two thick slabs of meat covered in veins. 

Zack was completely speechless as his transformation finished. He felt his boxer briefs become tighter. He turned around and watched his flat ass fil l out into a nicely toned ass, the perfect size for a guy of his build. 

“guys look, you aren’t going to believe this!” He beamed excitedly, noticing how his voice sounded a little deeper too. 

“You know we have a rule about masturbating in the....” Mike started, testing his eyes from his phone and looking up at his roommate. “What the hell happened to you!” Mike couldn’t believe his eyes as he took in the sight of Zacks bulging muscles.

“I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with that app you sent me or something” he chided, trying different stretches and poses, “but I feel as hot as I look” Zack looked over and bounced his left pec and Mike, causing him to blush in return. 

“That’s impossible, an app can’t do this to you” Mike stood up and approached Zack and ran his hands over his toned arms, feeling the sinewy muscles under his skin, Mike started to feel a little aroused at his friend’s new size. 

Jake looked up now and dropped his phone to the floor when he saw Zacks new physique. “That can’t be you, Zack,” Jake stated in denial. “you’re playing a prank on us or something” Jake got up from his seat with a grunt, pulling his shirt down to hide his little paunch and semi erection. 

“Better believe it's no prank, Jakey, this is all me” Zack stated, oozing confidence and striking different bodybuilder poses. “Looks like you’re not the biggest guy in the room anymore” he turned to Mike and jabbed his finger into his muscular chest. 

“Oh yeah? Use that app on me then, and we’ll see what I get.” Mike stated, walking over and standing in the middle of the living room. “take my picture with that app” 

“Uhh, maybe you should strip down just like Zack did?” Jake piped up, slowly getting closer to Zack, trying to inhale his musk without looking suspicious. 

“Yeah, do that!” Zack cheered, Jake felt a wave of elation wash over him, hearing Zack agree to his idea. “gotta see in full detail what your new year is going to look like” Zack grinned.

“Alright, fine” Mike agreed as he began to strip in front of Jake and Zack. Jake tries to steal as many glances as he could at Mikes body as he undressed; from his firm pecs, washboard abs and bulging biceps to his vein's thighs, Jake wished he could be between them now, pulling Mikes black briefs to his feet and servicing him, sandwiched between his meaty thighs.

It only took Mike a few seconds to disrobe down to his briefs, Zack let out a long whistle as he freely eyed up Mike's adonis-like build. “let's see what the app says about you and your new year then” Zack grabbed his phone, as he stared at his home screen, he felt compelled to take a few selfies of his new body, but he resisted the urge and opened the app and faced the camera at Mike who was growing impatient. 

Zack stared at the screen again and continuously read the caption ‘In 2024, I'm going to...’  followed by a jumble of changing letters, and slowly, one by one, the letters stopped changing until they formed words; As Zack watched the words form, a sly grin began to form on his face. 

After a few seconds, the caption was complete, and Zack read it aloud to Mike and an anxious Jake. “Well, Mike, it says here, ‘in 2024, you’re going to discover a new love for baking and enjoy your fill of sweet treats...’” Zack read aloud. Both Mike and Jake looked confused while Zack could barely keep a straight face as he stared at the new mike on his screen. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Mike said, taking a step closer to Zack but he stopped short when he felt his stomach rumble as if he’d hadn’t eaten all day. "I think it means you're going to be the biggest guy in the room again" Zack said, grinning from ear to ear.

It all happened at once, Zack looked up from his screen and stared at Mike and watched the transformation first hand, Jake looked at the screen then up at Mike and his cheeks flushed red. 

Mike looked down at his toned body and watched as his stomach started to push out as a layer of fat started to grow over his abs until they were covered completely; it continued growing until he sported a generous beer belly, then, he watched as his firm pecs filled out and began to spill over his sides and rest on his soft belly. The growth didn’t stop there though, Mike felt himself adjust his stance as he felt his thighs push together as they grew wider, his hips followed suit too, filling out until he had a pair of love handles, rolling over his tight briefs. 

Mike thought the changes had stopped and went to speak but he stopped himself when he felt his briefs grow tighter to accommodate his extra large rear. He tried to turn to look at it but being so fat, he was not as flexible now. His stomach surged forward again with one final gurgle as it rested nicely, hanging over his black briefs which were at their breaking point, Zack thought, by the way the seams are coming apart. 

“What the hell!” Mike shouted, grabbing his new found pudge and shaking his belly, feeling himself jiggle all over. He stormed over to Zack and plucked the phone from his hand with his chubby fingers and stared at the screen. There was no denying it, the words Zack read out were clearly displayed on the screen above a chubby version of his former self. 

Seeing his formerly skinny roommate get extremely buff and his buff roommate gain so much weight nearly sent Jake over the edge as he tried to hide his throbbing erection in the waistband of his tight sweatpants. Once his leaking member was secured with the elastic, against his little belly, he went to grab the phone from Mike and readied the app to take his picture. 

“It’s my turn, i wanna see what i get” Jake said determinedly, reading the words and watching the changing letters until it showed his fortune. 

The letters had stopped changing and his picture on the screen hadn’t changed, he looked closer and he was certain nothing was different; he looked up and saw Mike and Zack were watching him with a hint of excitement in their eyes. 

“It says here, in 2024, I’m going to find an unconventional relationship in a familiar setting” he stared at the words, puzzled by what the app meant. Both Mike and Zack stood there speechless for a moment until Jake yelped slightly after feeling a hand wrap around his hips. 

“I guess you can’t get any more ‘unconventional’ than getting with your 2 roommates” Zack whispered into Jake's ear, pulling him closer against his firm body. 

“Yeah, especially since one is a big tough jock” Mike stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the 2, joining the embrace. Jake loved the feeling of Mike's warm fat pressing against him; images of pressing his face into his fat chest were flooding his mind. 

“And the other is a greedy fatty” Zack whispered again. Running his hands over Jake's belly and gently grasping his throbbing erection through the fabric.

“But, uhh, you’re my roommates” Jake stuttered, feeling the heat irradiate from the 2 naked men on his sides. 

“Don’t be silly we’ve seen how you look at us” Mike leant in and buried his face in Jake's neck, kissing him sensually; Jake felt his composure slip as Mike's soft lips pressed against him and he let out a quiet moan. 

“We know what you want and we’re going to give it to you” Zack growled, squeezing his cock harder and jerking it through the moistening fabric. Jake felt himself succumb, he couldn’t resist any more, he didn’t want to. He knew any arguments he made would fail, he had dreamed of being with them both separately but both of them together, one extremely buff and dominant and the other so fat and passionate was giving him new fantasies and dreams. 

Jake felt his will dissolve as he wrapped his arms around Mike and Zack, feeling the sinewy muscles Zack bore and squeezing as much of Mike's fat he could reach. Before he could protest, he felt Zack rip his t-shirt off his body, revealing his hairy little belly and pulling the grey sweatpants to the floor, leaving him in only a pair of grey boxers where an obvious pre cum wet patch was on the front. 

Mike looked down hungrily and lent down to devour his prize while Zack tightened the embrace around Jake, exploring his hair body; he started at his chest, teasing his nipples, squeezing his belly and then his hands wandered over his hips for a quick squeeze then to his juicy ass; Jake felt himself arch his back in reaction to Zacks touch, pushing his ass out to encourage him further. 

Zack let out a quiet groan as he grabbed Jakes ample ass with both hands before pulling both his and Jakes boxers down. He went behind him and started grinding his throbbing cock between his cheeks and brushing against his hole. 

“Let's take this to the bedroom” Zack ordered, pushing him and a hungry Mike towards his bedroom and throwing Jake onto the double bed. 

The next few hours went by in a blur of hot pleasure, gasping moans, and the best sex all three of them had ever had. The new year came and went without them noticing the countdown or fireworks outside. Once they were all finished and drained off all their energy they fell asleep, Jake felt so content cuddling up to Mike's pillow like body while Zack's cock rubbed against Jake's hungry hole. 

Once the morning came, Zack awoke first with a big stretch, Jake woke up followed by Mike; before any of them could talk about last night, Zack let out a quiet gasp as he looked down onto body, expecting to see his adonis-like physique but his skinny, pathetic frame had returned. Mike looked down too and smiled as he ran his hands over his muscular frame but Jake could tell there was something wrong in Mike's eyes. 

“I’m glad I'm back to normal but I’ll admit it did feel kinda nice being so soft and…” Mike trailed off and Zack jumped in, “Fat!, i’ll definitely miss being so jacked” he looked down and put his hand on his flat stomach.

“I’m definitely going to miss what we had last night but i guess we know what the new year holds for us all” Jake smiled then leant in and shared a passionate kiss with his 2 roommates, he put his hand on Mike's toned abs and smiled. 

[kayfabecrush]

I typically see myself more as a visual artist than anything else, but I do enjoy writing fanfic for funsies from time to time. So enjoy this short lil thing i wrote to amuse myself

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Mox leaned back in the steel folding chair in the AEW mens locker room. He was exhausted from his fight followed by a promo and then a press conference. He was bloody, sweaty and his body was full of tension. The locker room was quiet and empty, as most of the talent had gone home hours ago, but Mox hadn't even had time to take off his ring gear still soaked with his opponents blood.

He took a deep sigh, and tried to release the tension and frustration in his body. Most people would be thinking about going home, and taking a nice hot shower, or eating a nice big dinner after a match like tonight, but not Jon Moxley. Something about tonight's match felt off, or missing to Mox.

Jon closed his eyes as the match played in his mind. Visions of moxley rolling around with this evening's opponent played, and it quickly became clear where these feelings were coming from.

Mox's breathing quickened as the face of his opponent morphed in the face of his former tag partner Seth. Mox's body flushed at the mental image of him straddling Seth Rollins in front of a crowd of people while they exchanged blows. Jon began to massage his sore thighs and a small moan escaped his lips.

Mox's thoughts of previous matches quickly turned into memories of their time on the road. His mind wandered to the many times they had shared hotel rooms.

Jon's hand continued to caress his thigh, as he moved it upward, his cock began to harden in his tight ring pants. Moxley unbuttoned the waistband of the restrictive fabric, unzipping them all the way. His hand wandered into his waistband and gently stroked his quickly hardening cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

More small moans escaped from his lips as the bulge in his underwater grew larger. Mox ran his other hand across his chest gripping at his thick pectoral muscles. He couldn't help but remember Seth's hands grasping at him while he rode his cock in the motel 8 in Atlanta.

"Fuck" Jon muttered, just loud enough for it to echo in the still locker room. The smell of sweat and blood washed over him as he took a deep inhale. The scent flooded his memory with memories of Seth on his knees in front of the solid oak bench of the WWE locker room. Jon couldn't help but think about the warmth of Seth's mouth around his cock as he pulled his swollen member from the confines of his snug underwear. He ran his thumb over his swollen, sensitive head before leaning forward and spitting a generous amount of his own saliva onto it.

Jon watched as the glob of spit ran down the length of his shaft. He moved his hand up the length of it slowly spreading the improvised lube all over his stiff cock. The added moisture mixed with the dried blood in his hands and coated his thick shaft with a sticky crimson sheen.

"Mmmphh Fuck" he groaned while leaning his head back against the cool tile of the locker room wall. He closed his eyes again and allowed the x rated picture show playing in his mind to continue. His mind wandered back to the thought of Seth on his knees. Jon bit his bottom lip thinking about his hands wrapped in Seth's long, luxurious hair, how it made the perfect handle for fucking his mouth.

Jon's pace quickened slightly and his breathing became more shallow. He had completely forgotten where he was and all he could think about was using Seth Rollins as his personal fuck toy again. He missed the way Seth was always eager to please, how he could choke Seth nearly unconscious with his cock down his throat, and Seth would beg for more.

Jon felt his orgasm building. He gripped his shaft just a little tighter, and his moans could easily be heard from down the hall. As he grew closer he remembered how much of a cum slut Seth had been. All he could think about was Seth begging to be filled. His mouth, his ass, all over his face, Seth could never get enough. Finally, the image of Seth with cum dripping from his mouth sent Jon over the edge.

Mox let out a loud grunt followed by several quieter low growls as rope after rope coated his hairy torso. His body finally relaxed, flushed and covered in his own cum. The room was quiet again except for his heavy satisfied breathing.

Jon cleaned the cum from his body using one of the small white sports towels provided in the locker room. He began packing up his gear to head back to the hotel for the evening, when his phone rang.

The screen illuminated blue light as it rang displaying the caller ID "Seth". Jon answered the phone

"Hey buddy, I was just thinking about you" he said with a sly smile.