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[ahqkas]

♯ DEALER ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!ravenclaw!reader

SYNOPSIS! smoking had never interested you before but when the local dealer catches your eye, you might get the experience of a professional

WORD COUNT! 2.9k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! smoking, theo is hogwarts’ dealer, reader is inexperienced in the area of smoking, theo teaches reader how to smoke, kissing

NOTES! i do NOT promote smoking / dealing in this, it’s simply a work of fiction!

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

CIGARETTES, SLENDER CYLINDERS OF FINELY CUT TOBACCO WRAPPED IN PAPER, HAVE LONG HELD A FASCINATION FOR MANY. Each drag brings a mix of sensations: the initial spark and crackle as the flame meets the tip, the first inhalation that fills the lungs with a warm, almost soothing burn, and the exhalation that releases a plume of smoke, curling and dissipating into the air like whispers. The nicotine within offers a swift release, a rush that calms the nerves and sharpens the focus, although temporarily.

In the heart of Hogwarts, where the whispers of ancient stories mingled with the soft rustle of parchment, existed a sacred place of knowledge known to all as the library. To the ordinary eye, it was just a place of shelves filled with dusty books and boring atmosphere. But to those who knew where to look, was a hidden secret only some had the privilege of knowing. It was here, that Theodore Nott found his sweet spot.

Theodore Nott moved with a smooth, practiced ease. He blended in perfectly, among the towering shelves and the scent of old books. To most, he was just another student, perhaps a bit more mysterious than others. But to those who sought him out, he was a source of comfort, someone who could give them relief from the intense pressures of their magical education. A dealer.

Theo's operations were known to be like a well-choreographed dance. A subtle nod here, a quiet exchange there, all under the watchful yet unsuspecting eyes of Madam Pince. The library was the perfect place for his discreet business. It offered the privacy and anonymity that his clients needed - students from various houses looking for a way to escape their stresses.

Cigarettes, slender and neatly wrapped, were his main product to sell. Easily accessible and easily sold. Each one was more than just a tobacco roll; it was an object of escape. Theo understood the draw of that first spark, the way the flame flickered before lighting a moment of calm. He saw it in their eyes - the relief as the smoke filled their lungs and the world's worries seemed to disappear, even if just for a moment. He wasn't just selling cigarettes; he was providing a brief moment of peace.

But the Slytherin's trade wasn't limited to tobacco. For those in deeper need, he offered small vials of potions, each carefully brewed and discreetly hidden. These elixirs could calm stressed nerves or boost a tired mind, depending on what was needed. Theo got everything you could dream of.

His reputation spread quietly through whispers in common rooms and soft murmurs in the Great Hall. To some, he was a lifeline; to others, a tempting distraction. And through it all, Theodore Nott remained a mystery, a figure covered in secrecy, walking the fine line between the pursuit of knowledge and the lure of the forbidden.

He was intelligent, cunning, and unbelievably handsome. No one would suspect him for a dealer.

That boy got your interest.

You stood hidden behind a tall shelf in the back corner of the library, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you peered through the gap between two dusty volumes of Hogwarts: History. The library was quiet, the usual hum of activity reduced to a soft whisper. You were careful to keep yourself concealed, not wanting anyone to notice your presence, least of all the Slytherin boy.

Your eyes were fixed on Theo, who was standing in a quiet corner of the library, partially hidden by the towering bookshelves. His movements were smooth and calculated as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small vial filled with a bright blue potion. The vial shimmered under the soft light, casting an ethereal glow that caught the eye of the Hufflepuff girl standing nervously before him.

Theo handed the potion over with a calm, practiced ease, his expression unreadable. The Hufflepuff quickly slipped a handful of coins into Theo's hand, their fingers brushing briefly before the girl tucked the potion into her robes and hurried away nervously. You watched as Theo carefully counted the money,

Good to know you won't be first to approach him with those feelings.

You stepped out from the safety of your hidden place, your heart racing as you made your way towards Theo. The decision had been made in your mind - you needed those cigarettes, even though you had never smoked a single one in your entire life. The Slytherin interested you, and what was better than the idea of approaching him with a business offer?

Theo's eyes flickered up as you approached and a flicker of surprise appeared on his face before he quickly masked it by his usual calm demeanor. He had noticed you before, the pretty Ravenclaw with the fierce personality, always absorbed in your studies. You were the exact opposite of his usual clientele, and that piqued his interest. What was the Ravenclaw's good girl doing here, with him?

He watched you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, noting the determined set of your jaw and the way your fingers clenched around the strap of your bag that clung to your shoulder. You were nervous, that much was clear, but there was also a resolve in your eyes that he couldn't ignore.

As you came to a stop before him, the faint scent of old books and parchment lingering in the air between the two of you, Theo tilted his head slightly. "[Last name]," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. This would be interesting. "What brings you here?"

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I need some cigarettes," you said, the tome of your voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Theo's eyes narrowed slightly, appraising you. He had seen many students come to him for relief, but your request was something he wasn't expecting in the slightest. Still, he had watched you from afar, intrigued by your quiet determination and the air of mystery that surrounded you. Could you blame him though? You were pretty, smart, and had a flicker of fire in you.

Just Theo's type.

Your request hung in the air, tension crackling between you like static electricity. Theo's gaze softened, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding as he considered your plea. Sure, he was a dealer, but he wasn't heartless.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he began cautiously, his silver eyes flickering over your determined expression. "You've never smoked before, have you?"

Well, that was surprising. How did he know that? You shook your head. "No, but I need something, anything."

Theo paused, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew the risks of smoking, the addictive grip it could have on a person's life. Merlin, he smoked almost every single day, of course he knew. Yet, as he studied you, he couldn't not notice the desperation in your eyes - the same desperation that had driven countless others to seek him out.

But you  wanted him for something entirely different.

Finally, with a sigh, he relented, his hand reaching out to offer you the pack of cigarettes in his hold. "I'll give them to you, but only if I can share one with you," he proposed, his voice soft yet firm, insisting on it. He wouldn't take a no for an answer in this. "And I'll teach you properly how to smoke. It's not something to take lightly."

Your eyes widened in surprise, gratitude flooding your features. Your plan worked. “Thank you, Theo," you breathed out a sigh of relief. "That means a lot."

The Slytherin nodded and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Consider it a lesson in the art of stress relief," he said with a hint of amusement in his tone. "And the pack of cigarettes? It's on the house."

Decisions are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives, guiding us along paths both familiar and unknown. Good decisions illuminate our journey of life, leading us towards fulfillment and growth. They are born from careful consideration, informed by wisdom and experience, and guided by values and aspirations. In contrast, bad decisions cast shadows upon our path, obscuring our vision and stirring doubt and regret within us. They arise from impulsivity, fear, or ignorance, leading us astray and causing pain and disappointment. Yet even in the bad decisions, there lies the potential for growth and resilience, as we learn from our mistakes and strive to make wiser choices in the future.

You wondered if asking Theo for the cigarettes was a good idea.

You stepped into the cool night air of the Astronomy Tower, the darkness enveloped you like a familiar shadow. Above, the sky stretched out, filled with millions of flicker kisses stars. The moon, a delicate crescent hanging low on the horizon, cast a gentle glow over the landscape.

You tilted your head back, your gaze drawn upward to the constellations that adorned the heavens. To your left, the recognizable figure of Orion stood out, its three bright stars forming the distinct shape of the Hunter's Belt. Nearby, the sprawling form of the Great Bear dominated the northern sky, its outline marked by the gleaming North Star. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you identified the graceful curves of Cassiopeia, the Queen of Ethiopia, her celestial throne outlined by a delicate arrangement of stars. Nearby, the Pleiades cluster sparkled like a cluster of diamonds, its seven luminous stars casting a soft glow against the night sky.

The sinuous shape of Draco, the Dragon, snaked its way across the firmament, its serpentine form twisting and turning amidst the sea of stars. You through of the person whose name matched, and hung out around Theodore Nott every day since the beginning of your years at Hogwarts.

Theodore Nott. Of course your mind would run to him.

You found yourself leaning against the worn wooden railing of the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, the cool metal digging into your forearms as you stared down at the pack of cigarettes you had received from Theodore nestled in your hand. With a heavy sigh, you traced the embossed design on the pack with your fingertips, your thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke on the night breeze again.

You had never imagined yourself in this position, a cigarette pack in hand, contemplating the choices that had brought you to this moment. Funny how decisions were full of consequences.

Theo - the quiet boy from Slytherin who had caught your eye despite the whispers that surrounded him. He was the one who seemed to exist on the fringes of Hogwarts' social circles, yet commanded a silent respect from those who sought him out for his promised offerings.

You couldn't deny the curiosity he stirred within you, the way his piercing silver eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and his cold presence beckoned you like a moth to a flame. Despite the stark differences between the two of you - you, the respected Ravenclaw, he, the mysterious dealer from Slytherin - there was an undeniable pull between you, a magnetic force that defied logic and reason of the question: why?

Opposites attract, they say, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to the saying.

Before you could react any further, Theodore Nott appeared beside you, his presence as silent and mysterious as ever. The faint scent of tobacco and earthy cologne trailed behind him. He smelled nice.

Without a word, he materialized a slender cigarette from his pocket, the tip ready to glow with a soft ember by the time he placed it in the corner of his mouth. He held the cigarette between his fingers and without breaking eye contact, he spoke in a low, calm voice, guiding you through the new experience with a patience you hadn't expected.

"First, hold it like this," Theo instructed, gently placing the cigarette between your fingers, positioning it just right. His touch was light, almost fleeting, but enough to send a spark of fire through you. You mimicked his hold, feeling the slightly rough texture of the cigarette paper against your skin. Theo's fingers lingered briefly over yours, adjusting your grip until he was satisfied.

"Now, bring it to your lips."

You felt a nervous tremor in your chest as you positioned the cigarette between your lips, its unfamiliar weight resting delicately. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but all you could focus on was Theo, standing close enough that you could see the slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, never left yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. How could a man be this beautiful?

Theo raised his wand, the tip glowing softly. "Hold still," he murmured, his voice low and steady. You complied, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the wand's flame drew nearer.

He leaned in, his fingers brushing your cheek as he steadied the cigarette. The moment stretched out, and with a flick of his wand, the tip of the cigarette ignited, the flame casting a warm, flickering light over your face. It felt oddly comforting.

"Now, take a slow, deep inhale," Theo instructed, his eyes never wavering from yours. The flame's glow highlighted the depths of his gaze, making the moment feel both surreal and intimate.

You did as he said, drawing the smoke into your mouth. The initial harshness made your eyes water, but Theo's unwavering gaze kept you grounded.

"Relax," he whispered, his voice a soothing sound to your nerves. "You're doing fine."

As you exhaled, your shoulders relaxed as well, the initial discomfort easing into something more manageable. Theo's proximity made the experience less daunting.

"Again," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Slow and steady."

You gave him a nod, your eyes still locked onto his as you took another drag, this time more controlled, more assured. The smoke filled your lungs, and as you exhaled, you felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Theo's lips curved into a small, approving smile, a silent acknowledgment of your progress and your heart skipped a beat.

Just as you started to feel more confident in your actions, Theo reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cigarette from your hand.

With a deft movement, he placed it between his own lips, a smirk playing on his face. Your breath hitched as you watched him, your eyes drawn to the way his lips curved around the cigarette. The pink lipgloss you had carefully applied earlier left a delicate mark on the paper, and now Theo's lips were tasting the gloss.

His eyes glinted with amusement as he took a slow, deliberate drag, inhaling deeply. The ember flared briefly, casting a warm glow over his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, making him look like an angel. As he exhaled, the smoke curled and twisted in the air between the two of you, dissipating into the night.

He removed the cigarette and examined it, his thumb tracing the faint outline of your lipgloss. The smirk on his lips grew more pronounced, a blend of amusement and something deeper, something almost appreciative. He turned his gaze back to you, the intensity of his stare making your pulse quicken.

"Interesting choice," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the words punctuated by a cloud of smoke. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to the cigarette, the smirk never leaving his face. "Pink suits you."

Without fully understanding what compelled you in the moment, you felt yourself drawn towards Theo, the world around you fading into a blur. You leaned in, the distance between you closing in a heartbeat. The night air seemed to hold its breath as you moved, your focus entirely on Theo's face, his smirk fading into a look of surprise.

Your lips met his with a gentle urgency, capturing the soft, teasing smile that had been playing on his mouth like it was nothing. The cigarette fell from his fingers, forgotten as his hands moved to cup your face, the coolness of his skin contrasting with the warmth of your own.

The kiss deepened, and you felt the soft flutter of his eyelashes at the apples of your cheeks.

When the two of you finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, the night air seemed to rush back in, filling the space between you. Your heart raced, your mind reeling from what you had just done. You searched Theo's eyes for a reaction, finding a mix of surprise and something that looked remarkably like admiration.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence stretching out, filled with unasked questions and unspoken answers. Theo's smirk returned, softer this time, as he ran a thumb over your cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair.

"Well, that was unexpected."

You nodded, your own lips curving into a shy smile. "I don't know what came over me," admitting, your voice barely held the tone of a whisper.

Theo's gaze softened, his fingers lingering on your soft lips. "I'm glad you did it," he said quietly, the words hanging in the air between you.

Tonight had changed everything, and you couldn't wait to see where this path would lead. After all, the consequences of your actions didn't disappoint and you would be a fool to let the aftermath of it go.

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[beloveds-embrace]

OK IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE

so I keep seeing these ads for “pheromone perfume” pop up. the women in who advertise it say that it makes men go crazy, it smells amazing, they can’t get their bfs off of them whenever they put it on (and usually they put it on and then set up the camera and wait for their significant other to walk in the room and react to it)

and every time I see one of those ads, I think of designationless reader.

idk if that’s something they’d ever do, but I feel like it would be interesting for them to dab some of it on their wrists and behind their ears, as well as where their scent glands are and see how the guys react to it 🤭🤭

Anon i love you and I am smooching your brain so hard rn

The idea had been simmering in your mind for weeks, born from the endless pheromone perfume ads that flooded your late-night scrolling. People with bright smiles swore their perfumes were magic, capable of driving their partners wild with desire. But you weren’t like those people. You had no designation, no scent, no pheromones to speak of-

The ads made you feel like an outsider all over again. But they also left you wondering- what if there was a way to bridge that gap, just a little?

That’s how you found yourself at a specialized lab, the kind that catered to people willing to spend a small fortune for something deeply personal. It wasn’t easy. The process was invasive, awkward, and expensive. The technicians had taken a lot of samples of your body- skin oils, sweat, saliva- examining them under microscopes, running them through machines you didn’t understand, distilling your very essence into a single vial of concentrated potential.

When you walked out with the tiny glass bottle, your wallet was lighter, and your chest was tight with nerves.

What if this didn’t work?

What if it did?

Being scentless had always set you apart, a quiet absence in a world built on pheromones and instinct. You didn’t have the alluring pull of an omega’s sweetness or the steady, grounding weight of a beta’s calm. And you certainly didn’t have the commanding presence of an alpha’s dominance.

You were… nothing.

Not that your pack ever made you feel that way. Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz treated you like you hung the moon, their affection constant and overwhelming. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, you wondered what it would be like if you could scent them. If you could mark them the way they marked you. If you could pull them closer without relying on their instincts to protect what was theirs.

You’d dabbed the finished product on experimentally: just behind your ears, at the base of your throat, and along the faint line of your collarbone. You added drops to your wrists and even a little over your faulty scent glands, though you weren’t sure why. It had no scent for you, and you were almost worried that they might have scammed you.

But their reactions convinced you otherwise.

The moment he walked into the common area, his steps faltered. His broad shoulders stiffened, and his blue eyes sharpened, narrowing as if sensing something just out of reach. He sniffed once, subtly at first, but then again, deeper, his nostrils flaring, and his hands flexed at his sides.

“Something’s… different.” He muttered, almost to himself, but his voice was low enough to send a shiver through you.

“Something wrong, Cap?” You asked innocently, feigning ignorance as Soap entered behind him.

Soap stopped in his tracks, bright demeanor dimming as his eyes zeroed in on you. His head tilted, his mouth parting slightly as he breathed in deeply. “Lass,” he murmured, soft and careful. “What are you wearin’?”

“Clothes? What else would I be wearing, Soap?” You replied, voice dry just enough to be convincing. You raised an eyebrow, then, and crossed your arms. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Gaz appeared next, his movements slower than usual as he approached. Dark eyes narrowed, his focus razor-sharp as his body tensed. He didn’t speak immediately; instead, he circled you slightly, his hands twitching like he wanted to reach out but didn’t know where to start.

Ghost entered last, his imposing frame cutting through the room’s tension like a blade. He didn’t say a word, didn’t ask, didn’t even hesitate. He simply stopped in front of you, his chest rising and falling steadily as his head dipped slightly, his masked face inches from yours. His gloved hands found your waist, and a low growl rumbled in his chest as he inhaled deeply.

“What?” you asked again, blinking at them with wide eyes, your voice lilting with carefully curated confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Price stepped closer as well, his boots heavy against the floor as he studied you. “You smell… different, love.” He said, voice like the distant rumble of thunder.

“Different how?” you asked, biting back a smile.

Johnny couldn’t hold himself back from you any longer, his hands sliding over your hips as he leaned in, his nose brushing against the curve of your neck. He let out a low hum, his warm breath skimming your skin. “Christ,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing your throat, “you smell good. Like somethin’ I can’t quite place.”

Gaz knelt at your side, his hands wrapping around your wrists. He brought one up to his face, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin. “Sweet,” he murmured softly. “Warm, like you’ve been wrapped in sunlight.”

Ghost growled again, deeper this time, the sound vibrating through his chest as his gloved fingers tightened on your waist. He pulled you closer, pressing his masked face against the other side of your neck, and the rumble in his throat sent a shiver down your spine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice trembling just enough to sell the performance. “I didn’t do anything.”

But the pack wasn’t buying it.

Price’s hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he tilted your face up. Piercing blue eyes searched yours. “You sure about that, love?” he asked, a low grumble that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

Soap pressed a kiss to your collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin lightly as his hands slid beneath your shirt. “Disnnae matter,” he murmured, voice thick with affection and something more primal, more hungry. “Whatever it is, it suits you.”

Gaz hummed in agreement, his lips trailing up the inside of your wrist to the sensitive skin of your palm. “Feels like it’s everywhere,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “Can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you, dove.”

Ghost was silent, but his actions spoke louder than words. He lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the edge of the table with a deliberate slowness that made your heart race. His hands found your thighs, his grip firm but gentle as he leaned in, his masked face pressing against your stomach. The low growl in his chest deepened, a possessive sound that sent a thrill through you.

They were relentless after that.

John claimed your lips, firm and demanding, his hands cupping the back of your neck as he tilted your head back. Soap followed, his kisses trailing along your jaw and down your throat, his hands exploring your body with a reverence that made you shiver.

Gaz and Simon kissed the inside of your thighs, their teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as theirs hands held you steady and open, all theirs.

“Perfect girl,” Simon groaned against the back of your thighs, thick fingers digging into your skin. “Ours. Whatever you’d done- you don’t need it. You’ll always be ours.”

Hours passed in a haze of touch and heat, their attention unyielding as they marked every inch of you as their own. They murmured about your scent between kisses, their words a mix of worship and devotion. You played your part perfectly, letting soft, breathless sounds escape your lips as you clung to them, your innocence a carefully crafted mask.

By the time they were done with you, your were very sure they had rubbed off all the perfume off your body, and covered you with their own scents.

When they finally pulled back, in the nest, their bodies heavy with satisfaction, Price cupped your cheek with gaze still burning with intensity. “You don’t need anything to make us want you,” he said, low but steady. He stared straight at you, so that you would not have any reasons to doubt his words. “You’re already perfect.”

You smiled, letting the words wash over you, but said nothing. Your secret was safe, for now.

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family B-Side (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two (on the way!) Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)

Did I already post today? Yes. Did I also post two chapters of Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins today? Yes. I am just incredibly productive today, who knows when it's gonna happen again lol

Anyway, finally! The next B-Side! This bitch has been stewing my guys, so I hope you enjoy it lol

There are two memes at the very end of this one, so definitely stick around

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't 😘

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For four weeks, Eddie feels himself losing his mind. He finds gifts in his locker every other day, and he's convinced they're from Steve Harrington. He now has a taxidermied bat, a fancy-looking vial with a skull and crossbones embossed in the glass and filled with mysterious liquid, an actual human skull that Eddie immediately incorporates into his next campaign, and a spider. An actual spider. A live spider that, after a little research, he learns is a fucking Black Widow that seems unnaturally friendly.

Eddie can't stress that part enough. Multiple people have mistaken the spider for an intricate vest patch because it just sits perfectly still over his chest pocket. It only moves to rub its head against Eddie's fingers whenever his hand passes over it, and even then it's careful to avoid hurting him with its pincers.

He names her Nox.

Those aren't the only gifts he's received, but they're the most notable, and Eddie is overwhelmed and flustered by the positive attention he's suddenly receiving.

The other thing driving him crazy is Pubert Addams, a guy Eddie had never paid much attention to before but now considers his mortal enemy. He's convinced Pubert is, at worst, potentially abusive or, at best, delusional and taking advantage of Steve's kindness and inability to brutally turn him down. Or maybe Eddie is the crazy one; he doesn't actually know. Whichever it is, Eddie is ready to take the very nice dagger he now has (gift number 15; yes, Eddie has been counting) and stab him with it.

Because he can't get more than two minutes alone with Steve before Pubert appears out of nowhere. Eddie runs into Steve in the hall while everyone else is in class? Pubert shows up with a hall pass two seconds later and literally waltzes Steve away from him. Eddie finds Steve camped out in the library during study hall? Pubert materializes in the chair next to Steve before Eddie can sit down, leaning far too close as he asks Steve to explain something from their shared Gothic Literature class. Eddie, by some miracle, is behind Steve in the lunch line (and he calls this a miracle because Steve always brings his lunch in a pink box with black skulls, which Eddie considers incredibly brave of him to carry around like it's nothing)? Before Eddie can do more than say hi and get a blinding smile in return, Pubert fucking Addams shows up and drags Steve away while promising to share his lunch.

Eddie is just about to lose the last shred of patience he's struggling to maintain when Steve finds him. Ironically, it's the same bathroom where they first talked, the one with mysterious mold growing in the corner that Eddie is convinced is some new species. It's the only bathroom with a busted smoke detector, and Eddie goes there to get high during his free period.

He's halfway through a joint, smoke curling around him as he sits on the sink counter and tries not to think about what else has been there, when the door swings open, Steve walks in, and Eddie chokes on his inhale.

"Don't die like this," Steve says, stepping closer and patting Eddie's back like they know each other, "It's no fun."

Eddie finally gets himself under control, taking a deep breath and wincing at the way his lungs burn. "No worries," he croaks out, regretting the departure of Steve's hand on his back. "What are you doing here? Please don't tell me you plan to use this bathroom."

"As curious as I am about the bacteria teeming on these toilet seats, no." Steve sounds genuine, like he really does want to swab the toilet seats and see what grows. Instead, he places his bag on the sink and pulls out a familiar vial with a familiar skull and crossbones. "I just came to drink."

"Oh?" Eddie says, leaning forward with a grin. He looks Steve up and down, taking in the pale blue sweater vest and immaculately pressed jeans. "You don't look the drinking type, Stevie."

Steve hums, popping the cork out of the vial and taking a swig from it. "This isn't exactly hard stuff," he says after he swallows, distracted enough that Eddie thinks he misses his eyes lingering on Steve's throat as it bobs.

"Just beer then?"

"What?" Steve asks, looking at Eddie like he's delusional. "No, it's cyanide and vinegar."

He says it with such conviction that Eddie believes him despite knowing cyanide is poison. "Metal," he says, looking away to take another drag of his joint as he struggles to break through his own awkwardness and hold a conversation that will somehow sweep Steve off his feet and make him forget all about Pubert Addams.

Before he can think of something clever and smooth and funny, Steve leans close and raises a hand to his chest. Eddie is about to warn him that Nox is, in fact, real when the spider scuttles onto Steve's fingers and settles in his palm. She does a little up-and-down motion, circles in his hand twice, and rubs her head against his wrist. "You've been taking good care of her," Steve says.

"Uh, yeah. How is she not biting you right now?" Eddie asks, remembering all the times Nox has warningly snapped at others who tried to touch her.

Steve snorts and allows Nox to return to her spot on Eddie's vest. "I raised her," he says, his tone casual like he isn't admitting to showering Eddie with inexplicable gifts for the past four weeks, "of course, she won't bite me."

"So, it has been you," Eddie replies, wanting to hear it from Steve himself.

With a soft hum, Steve takes another sip from his bottle. "Who else would it have been?"

Eddie licks his lips, takes another drag of his joint to brace himself, and hops off the counter. "So, uh, does that mean you li--"

Before the rest of the question can be asked, the bathroom door swings open again, and Eddie feels his eye twitch as Pubert Addams frowns at them. "So, this is where you were," he says, walking over to Steve and putting an arm around his shoulders.

"I told you I was going to the bathroom," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he stuffs the vial back into his bag.

Pubert looks Eddie over, a derisive huff escaping him as he dismisses Eddie and looks at Steve. "On the other side of the school? Really?" he asks, and Eddie would be overthinking what that means if he weren't sure his veins were about to burst.

"We were talking, you know," Eddie says, gaining Pubert's attention again. Steve looks at him, too, his eyes a little brighter.

"I'm sure," Pubert replies, rolling his eyes as he takes Steve's bag. "And now we're leaving." With that, he leads Steve out of the bathroom, the door swinging shut before Steve can do more than smile apologetically and wave.

Anger surges through Eddie, and the shaky drag he takes to finish off his joint does absolutely nothing to soothe it.

He's going to kill Pubert Addams.

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Funnily enough, Steve's mother doesn't learn about his crush until he's five weeks into it. When Debbie finally does discover the crush, it's because she walks in on Fester and Steve decorating homemade cookies shaped like anatomically correct hearts. She pauses in the doorway, looking between the two covered in flour and raspberry jam, and asks, "What on earth is going on here?"

Steve looks up, sees this as his chance to finally tell Debbie, and smiles brightly at her. "I'm in love, Mother. He's allergic to raspberry, and Father agreed to help me make him cookies with raspberry filling, so he can feel the same breathlessness I do when I see him," he explains, using his thumb to wipe raspberry jam off his cheek.

Debbie stares at him for a few seconds before looking at Fester. "How long have you known?" she asks.

"Five weeks," Fester admits, looking apologetic. "I wanted to tell you, Pumpkin! But Steve asked me not to so he could tell you himself."

She sighs and walks over to the island, sitting on the edge of a stool and taking one of the cookies for herself. She bites off a pulmonary vein, looking thoughtful as she chews. "I must admit, these are damn good cookies," she finally says, taking one more bite before passing it to Fester to finish. "Tell me about him."

And Steve does. He gushes about Eddie for a solid hour without taking a single breath, spilling everything he's seen Eddie do and how he's reacted to all of Steve's gifts and how he gets so obviously jealous when Pubert butts into their conversations. He tells Debbie about Eddie not screaming when he saw Nox, about him selling drugs, and about his interest in music. Steve laments his hair but eagerly describes the treatment routine he already has in mind.

By the time he's done, the cookies are decorated and his mother's expression has grown a little pained. "Steve, darling, come with me," she says, getting up from the chair and leading him out of the kitchen while Fester starts to clean up.

Steve waits until Debbie has brought him to her spare room to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well, did you remember my rules about crushes?"

"Yeah. I've talked to him a lot."

Debbie smiles and brings Steve over to the bed, sitting him down and straightening his hair before perching next to him. "Then, you're not in trouble, but you've been going about this all wrong, dear."

"Should I tell Pubert to stop making Eddie jealous?"

"Absolutely not," Debbie says, shaking her head firmly. "In fact, he could try harder. Nothing gets to a man like someone he can't have, especially if he thinks they're in distress."

Steve blinks, frowning slightly as he tries to figure out where, exactly, he's gone wrong. Eddie seems perfectly enamored with him, after all, and Pubert's goading is encouraging his affections, which is the only reason Steve has allowed it to continue. "Did I give him a live spider too soon?" Steve asks, figuring that's the problem here.

"No, that's not...," Debbie trails off, mutters something about Fester being an idiot, and clears her throat. "Steve, your father is the last person you should approach for love advice."

"But...you agreed to marry him, so he must have done something right," Steve says.

Debbie barks a laugh, waving her hand dismissively. "I married your father for his money. I attempted to kill his entire family and only stopped when he promised to give me everything I asked for. I would hardly call him a casanova."

Steve nods along, smiling a little as she speaks. He's heard their great love affair many times, but he doesn't get tired of it. "But you actually love him anyway, right? Father says it's because he showered you with gifts. So, that's what I'm doing."

"I...do love your father," Debbie admits, sighing as though she doesn't know how that happened either. "But it's less because of his gifts and more because...he gave me the devotion I wanted. Anyway, if you learn anything from us, it should be that love comes second."

"What comes first?"

Debbie smiles, the expression positively devious, and Steve can't help returning it. "Obsession," she says, her shoulders rolling back some as pride fills her. "Occupy his every waking thought. Make yourself irresistible. Make him dream of you at night. Overwhelm him with desire until he simply must act on it."

"Oh," Steve says, thinking of how his father acts around Debbie and realizing that obsession never quite went away. But it's worked out well for them, and he knows his mother has experience with luring men into her arms. He nods once and asks, "So, what should I do?"

"I'm so glad you asked," Debbie says, her smile bright and her eyes filled with excitement. "You'll have Eddie falling to his knees before you in no time."

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Eddie didn't think it could get worse. He was already attracted to Steve, already distracted by every little movement.

He was wrong. So incredibly wrong.

Because here he is, his mouth dry and his palms sweaty and his cheeks warm because of Steve. He's not even doing anything. Well, that's not true. Steve is curling his tongue around a lollipop before sucking it into his mouth like he'll die without it. But it's more than that. It's the painted-on jeans that hug his legs; it's the pastel pink hoodie (with little bats on the cuffs) that rides up whenever Steve moves to show off a strip of skin just above his waistband; it's the way he finishes the lollipop and pulls out lipgloss, casually telling Pubert it's raspberry flavored as he puts it on.

Eddie swallows around the dryness in his mouth, gripping his locker door so tight that his knuckles turn white as he looks inside it. Sitting innocently on top of everything is a Tupperware container of cookies with raspberry filling (according to the label), and Eddie is ready to eat one just so he can die knowing what Steve's lips taste like.

That's not even the worst of it. The worst is that Steve transfers into Eddie's Music Theory class, smiling innocently while the teacher introduces him and then directs him to sit at the empty desk next to Eddie. When he's close, Eddie realizes Steve smells like cookies and cream ice cream, and he's tempted to ask if Steve smells like his favorite flavor on purpose.

The teacher saves him from the embarrassment of blurting out the question by announcing a project. The teacher then dooms him by telling everyone they're required to work with their desk neighbor. Eddie grips his pen tightly when the teacher tells them to spend the rest of their class time discussing the project.

"So," Steve says, getting Eddie's attention. When he looks over, Steve is leaning forward on his desk, chin propped in his hand as he looks at Eddie. "Want to come over to my place after school? To work on the project, I mean."

Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds, his tongue stuck in his throat. To his credit, Steve doesn't say anything or call Eddie out for staring at him. He just waits patiently with a little smile curling his lips. Eddie finally clears his throat, his voice coming out a little strained when he says, "Yeah, sure, sounds good. After school. Your place. Project."

Smooth. Real smooth.

When Steve just smiles wider and stretches his arms above his head, pulling his hoodie up, while suggesting they do the project on the evolution of heavy metal music, Eddie realizes he's probably going to die after school.

He can't wait.

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And, finally, a two-for-one meme special because I couldn't decide which was funnier:

[venusandsaturnsrings]

cw: dubcon, n0ncon, needles, knives, painplay, n power dynamics

it was petty theft that got you here. an impulsive decision and lack of pocket change had you not so subtly snatching some silly product and in seconds you were dragged off by a member of the Gardes. the trial was speedy and you were handed a single month sentence to the fortress that turned into several though you had honestly lost count. due to the dukes own interest, he plucked you from the general prison populace and kept you tucked away in his own quarters permanently.

you weren’t a hardened criminal and didn’t get the chance to learn any tips or tricks from other prisoners so trying to pick a lock was a foolish idea but desperation leads to such stupidity. it was a brash attempt at some sort of tool combined with wiggling the knob and banging against the door obviously too loud that had Wriothesley whipping it open and knocking your skull against it. his scowl was fierce and you honestly wished looks could kill knowing a cruel punishment was to come.

teary eyed and shaking, you couldn’t even beg for mercy as the first cries were soon stifled with his tie in your mouth. he wasted no time stripping you and tying you firmly to a cold medical cot, grumbling out curses and other irritated verbiage. he opened and slammed a variety of drawers and cabinets, pulling out different tools he kept out of your line of sight, always preying on the fear he could build inside you. Wriothesley took his sweet time in gathering all he’d need before slamming a metal tray on the table next to you and contemplating his first choice in inflicting unforgettable pain. he settled on a thick needle. a wicked grin spread across his face.

hands coming to crudely slap, massage, and pull at your tits, he warmed you up before bringing the metal to your chest. ignoring the rapid shakes of your head and sobs, he made quick work of harshly threading it through the flesh of your left nipple. his fingers jostled it around and seemed to imitate the way he’d certainly be roughly taking you later as he slipped it in and out numerous times to maximize the pain and border on brutalizing your once clean chest. a thick piece of jewellery followed before he gave the other nipple the same treatment as blood dripped down, pooling against your sides and sternum. as if that wasn’t enough his hands returned to the tray once more to retrieve a clean and sharp blade.

he hummed a tune you didn’t recognize as he seemed to ponder over what design would be best along your stomach and collar bones. no amount of bracing yourself could’ve prepared you for the sting as he dragged the metal deep enough to scar. clean cuts of a W landed themselves on each collarbone before he carved a heart paired with some intricate swirls along your lower stomach, spitting on them once satisfied. Wriothesley dragged his fingers harshly over the fresh wounds smearing the blood everywhere. he once more turned to the tray.

spots danced across your vision from the searing pain and you almost missed the sight of the next item, a small vial of dark indigo liquid. he pulled the tie from your mouth and used one hand to keep it open before pouring the entirety to the back of your throat before snapping your jaw shut forcing you to sputter uselessly and swallow. his smile almost seemed sweet as he explained the purpose; enhancing sensations. quickly the pain you felt snapped tenfold and you were past the point of crying and launched straight into shock. the pets that landed along your head, soft coos, and condescending praise imitated that of a real lover and you wanted to throw up. Wriothesley moved himself to kneel atop the cot and spread your numb legs. you knew what was to come.

[gothhabiba]

Measuring inequality قياس عدم المساواة

A measuring cup demonstrating the unequal division of water under the Occupation

[ID: A slim glass vial shown in 4 different states: empty; filled about 25%; filled a bit more; and filled nearly to the top. End ID]

€47,50

This measuring cup demonstrates the unequal division of water enforced by Israel across Palestine. Filled to the top line (500 ml), it represents the average 300 litres that Israelis consume daily. If you fill it to the middle line (167 ml), it means the amount of water the World Health Organization recommends per person daily. Filled only to the bottom line (117 ml), you see the average amount of water Israel allows for Palestinians in the West Bank.

The cup lacks traditional measurement values, reflecting that many Palestinians must constantly calculate the remaining amount of water because rooftop water tanks are refilled irregularly. Navigating this water apartheid, Palestinians have to think: “If I take a shower now and do the dishes, can I still wash my clothes as well?”

Measuring inequality was born during our create-shop in 2015.

Further reading: Water insecturity or Water apartheid? by the Slow Factory [Instagram post]

Palestinian Natural Resources: The Occupation Benefits and Palestinians Pay The Price by Michael Jabareen’ [infographic in PDF]

Targeted Environment: The Effects of Israeli Occupation on The Palestinian Environment [infographic in PDF]

Design

Mirte Van Duppen (NL)

Helen Underhill

Production

Jaba Glass Factory (PS)

Glass

26 x Ø 6 cm

[quilly72]

Britt walked over to her door after she heard the doorbell. Silently creeping up to it as she practically jumped up to the peephole to look through. On her tip toes watching the delivery truck start to pull around the corner.

"I didn't order anything." She muttered as she unlocked the door. Peaking through the crack as she saw a small white box sitting right in front of her. Britt cautiously opened the door as she dragged the small box inside. Checking around the neighborhood as she shut the door again.

Inside she stared at the box. Wondering what could possibly be inside that she had forgotten about. Britt picked it up, walking it to her couch as she opened the package. On top a thin piece of paper obstructing the cylindrical vial underneath.

Gtsgro products introduces you to their new and improved Hormone Enhancers. Her eyes kept scrolling down the paper.

Congratulations on being randomly chosen for gtsgro new client testing phase. Please at your earliest convenience follow the instructions on the vial and enjoy your new gtsgro product.

Britt tossed the paper to the side as she curiously reached and grabbed the vial. The small tube no bigger than her pinky in length and about the width of a button. Inside a thick liquid sloshed around as she read the instructions. 1 serving. Drink contents inside as wanted. Note gtsgro products may cause swelling, libido increase, anxiety, and or hyper anabolic growth.

What are you. She muttered as she started to twist the cap off. She peered inside as the thick pink liquid slipped around inside like syrup. Her nose caught a whiff of the sweet aroma.

Britt was enticed but still cautious putting the company name into her search bar. What pulled up was minimal amounts of info. Nothing drastic or eye-catching as she scrolled through the product line. Most of it consisting of various sex toys and libido enhancers. She checked the time noting she had half the day still to herself before her new date was coming by to pick her up.

She took a deep breath as she pondered if it was what she wanted to do. The liquid sloshing back and forth in it's container as she held it up. Britt held it close. She did have a couple hours after all. Plus a company that specialized in sex toys probably was committed towards making her have a better time. Britt read the side effects again. Her eyes focusing on libido enhancement as she took a gulp. Britt brought the vial to her lips as she closed her eyes. Downing the liquid as the thick syrup slid out.

Britt gagged as she felt it hit her tongue. The bitter taste burning into her tongue as she forced it back. Britt puckered as she stopped drinking. Exhaling and groaning as she threw the vial down. "FUCKING hell I wouldn't of drank it if I knew it tasted that... Bad."

Britt felt herself get lightheaded as the liquid hit her stomach like a brick. Britt blinked as tried to focus. Her vision blurred as she felt her head get heavier. Britt felt herself start to pull into sleep as she slunk down into the couch. Her arms getting heavier. Her body tingling as her eye lids started to creep downwards. "No .. I can't... I have to get ready.. for my..." Her voice slurred off into mumbles as Britt felt her body heat up. Something feeling off and weird as she heard a slight croak fill the room. Her eyes closing as Britt felt herself lose her grip.

Britt slowly shifted. Groaning as she tried to wake up. Her eyes still shut as she moved her arm. Her chest was buzzing as her phone vibrated back and forth with various pings. Her hand stumbled towards the phone as she finally clasped it in her hands. Finally peaking though her eyelids as she tried to read the messages. Her vision blurring and mixing the various reminders as she scrolled her way through the phone. As she woke up a bit more her eyes settled on one particular message.

Be there in an hour Hope you're ready.

Britt fought to wake up as panic hit her. Her date. She checked the time. She had 15 minutes if he was running late. She opened up the chat as she responded. Yep I'm ready can't wait. She rubbed hereyes as she sat up. Her mind racing with thoughts. Her outfit. Makeup. How long was she sleeping. Britt jumped to her feet as she stood up. Suddenly feeling herself drag forward unexpectably

"FUCK" She launched forward. Her feet lost balance as she careened forward. Britt braced for impact as she stumbled onto the ground. Her body dragging across the carpet. Britt placed her hands on the carpet as she pulled herself off the ground looking down to make sure she was okay as Britt gasped. "Where the fuck did these come from." Britt stared down her cleavage as her boobs pulled her forward. Her small a cups pushing out of her shirt as they bulged out and under her bra.

Britt stood up more carefully as she grabbed her chest. "They're huge I mean do they even make bras this big" she stared at herself as she unclasped her overburdened bra. Sliding it out as her tits fell into her shirt. "I mean how did they get his big it's not possible for them.." she stopped as her body rumbled. Her skin crawling as she heard her body groan and tremble. Britt gasped as she watches her tits push forward. Almost unconsciously protruding outward as her vision shifted. "Wait did I just get taller."

She stared around the room as everything seemed more distant. Her feet slightly further away than usual. Her arms slightly longer. Her sleeves inched up higher on her forearms as her shirt failed to cover her wrists. "I need to get help." Britt rushed to the box. Her tits bobbing back and forth as she struggled with her new assets. She plucked the vial off the ground as she read the box and the vial. No contact info. Britt pulled out her phone as she scrolled through the minimal results. Towards the bottom a call option. Britt clicked on the link as She shuddered. She felt another spurt hit her.

Her body groaning as her tits pressed forward. Her nipples rubbing against her shirt as she felt her sweatpants start to shift. Looking back her as her ass bubbled backwards. "Nooo stop getting bigger you fucker" she grabbed her shirt as she failed to even cover her tits. Her sweater now a glorified crop top. Britt heard a trill go off as her phone connected. The video call opens up as some random half dressed stick figure sat down on his chair. "Welcome to gtsgro help desk. You request and we'll do our best. I'm Todd how can I help you today.

Britt stood in her living room as she wobbled. "Your stupid little test vial you guys sent me is making me FUCKING HUGE. " She screamed as she saw him roll his eyes.

"ma'am can you give me specifics on the type of product you were sent.

Britt grew frustrated as she grunted. Her clothes digging into her as she tried to speak.

"it didn't come with a label all I know is I drank your product. Fell asleep and now my clothes don't fit and I have a date in like 10 minutes.

"ma'am I really can't help you If I don't get some more details. The product name number. Maybe your shipping label. A frame of reference of how much you have grown."

Britt furrowed her brow as she pushed her finger down on her video options opening her camera as she tried to show him. Todd now giving all his attention as he raptly stared at the screen.

Britt moved the phone around as she struggled to show her whole body. Her tits covering her lower half is she raised it up. Her upper half not even in the picture if she lowered the phone. "Hold give me a second."She shuffled into her bathroom as she set the phone down on her sink. Raising one arm to support her breasts as she backed up.

"do you see this I'm fucking huge my dates gonna be here any second and.. Fuck not again. "

She stifled her grunts as her body croaked. Shaking as her tits pushed forward. Her nipples poking out as her sleeves started to rip. Her neckline creasing into her neck as she heard a seam pop. Britt hastily swung around as she spotted her ass peaking out. Her sweatpants tightly wrapped aroound her legs as the fabric stretched and warped.

"you have to help me I can't stop it's been doing this ever since I took this 4 hours ago"

Todd snapped out of it. "Did. Did you say hours.

"yeah why what's that supposed to mean.

"oh nothing it's just most gtsgro products don't kick in for a couple days or weeks on average. " He picked up his desk phone as he started punching in a number.

"wait so what are you gonna do are you gonna send something or... HEY LISTEN TO ME"

Todd hit a key on the keyboard as she watched the screen go black.

FUCK.

Britt tossed her phone as it shattered across the wall. She stifled a cry as her body croaked again. Her feet slipping across the tile as they stretched out. Her shirt finally failing as it popped up off her tits. Her boobs sliding under as the sweater choked her out. Britt gasped and struggled as her neck swelled out against her shirt. Jutting her fingers in-between her collarbone and shirt. "Can't breathe stupid l.. rip off already. "

She thrusted her arm forward as her sweater tore off her neck. Her momentum tipping her forward as she caught herself. As she moved her legs her sweatpants tore down the length of her legs her ass pushing out the back of her pants as only that tathers hung onto her ass. Her panties digging into her as she grimaced.

Britt stood back up as she stared at herself In the mirror. Her skin glistening her vision wobbling and tunneling as her body groaned again. She braces in pain as she wobbled back up. Her nearly naked body rasing up.

Her pants snapped off as her panties snapped in two. Her thick butt pushing it past its limit. Her head sliding above the mirror as Britt stared up at the roof. "Wait when did that get so close. I don't remember being this taAALll."

She groaned as her body croaked longer and harder. The sound filling the house as it shook her bones. "It's bit fucking stopping I can't WAI.."

Her head thumped the roof as her neck bent to the side. Her arms bracing as her boobs dragged her down. Her butt swelling into the back wall as she stumbled for balance. "I'm too FUCKING big I have to get out of here now."

Britt bent down as she crept throughthe door her body quaking as she shimmied through. Her body barely squeezing through the hole as she heard a knock on the door.

"Britt you ready it sounds kinda chaotic In there.

"Fuck he's here what am I gonna do ummm yeah be there in a sec just give me a bit"

She gulped as she looked for something to cover her or maybe good excuse.

She reached for a blanket as she tried to drape it over her. The blanket barely covering half her chest as she tossed it aside. "Come on Britt think think Britt"

Her body croaked as her date heard the building shake. Taking a step back as three black vans pulled up. "Sir step away from the building. Inside a shriek pierced through the walls as the hazmat team started setting up to brustthrough the door.

The creaking I side growing louder and longer as the wall thudded and cracked.

"I CANT FIT I CANT FIT"

"on three.

1... 2... 3

Breach breach breach.

The door swung open as a loud scream pushed them all back. Her foot swinging outside as her head bursted out the roof. Furniture and walls shattering under her weight as Britt's head swung on a swivel as she looked for help. "I can't stop they keep getting bigger each TIME"

Her body shook as her house crumpled off of her. Her legs stretched across the driveway as her tits bounded forward. Her ass creeping over her yard as they started to back up. One of the hazmats calling into a radio. "Code blue I repeat code blue it's so much worse than anticipated.

Britt strained again as her legs toppled a van over and crushed it. Her head disappearing as her massive tits hovered above them. Her ass pushing into the neighboring house as the walls cracked.

The sound of her croaking filled their ears as they all stared up as she rapidly expanded towards them. Falling under her massive thighs as she raised up. She grew over the block then the neighborhood. Each time an ominous croak and groan filling the city before more of the lights disappeared. By the time day broke. Britt Kay unconscious over two whole cities. Her body settling into the rubble under her.

[borderlandsresearcher]

MK1 Girlies x Reader:

What She Smells Like 🪷

WOMEN LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL FOOD!!!

CW: suggestive, mentions of polyamory, gn reader, not proofread.

(A/N @ the bottom)

Kitana

-lotus flower, cherry blossom, rose

* Kitana's fragrance is a comforting mixture of various native Edenian plants, as she spends most of her free time frolicking in the palace gardens. Every night she is greeted with a warm, steaming bath, littered with petals from her favourite flower. She loves nothing more than soaking in the essences of her homeland, feeling connected to both herself and nature.

* When she's on duty serving her sister, the leather from her armour overwhelmingly distracts from her natural scent. She found a way to kombat this by leaving small flowers in her pockets and spritzing on the perfume she made between each break.

* When you're not around, she misses your scent more than anything. She'll steal one of your shirts and cuddle with it until she falls asleep. She has gotten too used to you being around, and it devastates her everytime you leave.

* Because of this, you leave behind a bottle of your perfume for Kitana each time you know you will be gone for a long period of time. She is slightly embarrassed when she finds out you know about her habits, but is grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Mileena

-dark cherry

* Smells like you/Tanya let's be honest

* She tries her best to maintain a consistent scent by using various products, ranging from perfumes to body creams to lip gloss!

* Her scent may be a little overwhelming at times, but with the amount of running around she does it tends to wear off throughout the day.

* She sweats quite often, especially during training. Neither you or Tanya seem to mind, expressing that you both love her no matter how smelly she is after training 😆

Sindel

-lavender, sage

* She bathes in various flowers, similar to Kitana.

* During the mourning period of her late husband, she would burn many plants in his honour. She did this so often that the smoke would rub off on her, following her throughout the day.

* When she's feeling down, she allows her daughters to braid flowers into her hair, the aroma complimenting her feminine aura.

* Just like Kitana , she craves your scent whenever you aren't around.

* When Jerrod returns as Ermac, she is overjoyed. She now gets to revel in the warmth of her lovers, appreciating each of your unique scents.

Li Mei

-lavender

* Li Mei learned all of her beauty tips from Sindel, including proper perfume application.

* Sindel gifted her with a vial of lavender perfume from her personal collection for her to sneak into the Umgadi inner sanctum, although she never used it ...

* That was until she was disgraced, and she deeply missed the smell of her empress. She wore it as frequently as possible, and as she climbed her way up the ranks to First Constable, she was able to afford as many bottles of liquid lavender as she desired.

* To you, it was simply the scent she enjoyed. But to her, it was a reminder to whom she serves, and the memories she had lost along the way.

Tanya

-Almond, vanilla, coconut

*The Umgadi are strict on cleanliness, but not so much on luxuries such as perfumes or scented creams. It borders on the line of vanity, which they frown upon. Fortunately, Edenian women tend to value their hair above any other beauty aspect, a trend indirectly started by Empress Sindel.

*The Umgadi embrace this tradition, and allow for the sisters to indulge in frequent haircare, as long as it does not distract from their duties.

*Tanya takes advantage of this. She not only wants to look, but to smell good for both you and Mileena. She works scented oils into her hair, perhaps a bit more than what she actually needs, but anything to make an impression on her lovers. And if you're lucky enough to get some alone time together, she'll let you do it for her, as well as returning the favour.

*Begins to smell like you/Mileena if she's around you long enough.

Ashrah

-dragons blood, rose

* Demons emit a strong musk depending on their mood.

* When she's happy, she'll smell of dragons blood and roses, which is the one you are most accustomed to, seeing as your presence brings her joy.

* When sad, she smells of rain and moss. It is your least favourite scent for this reason...

* When she's lustful, she'll smell of cinnamon and other spices. You and Syzoth are the only ones to have witnessed such a scent.

Nitara

-blood orange, amber

* Despite what you may think, Vaternians care quite a bit about the way they smell, as they are always seeking a potential mate.

* Although, these scents will usually consist of things that attract their own kind, such as human blood.

* But for you? She goes the extra mile. Bathing herself with citrus, spending the few coins she has on exotic Sun Do spices to rub into her clothes, and even changing her diet to animal blood as to not attract others. You are the only mate she desires.

Khameleon

-Tea tree, peppermint, coconut

* Like Tanya, she takes advantage of this loophole. Before she met you, she never really paid attention to how she smelled. The only requirement was that she was clean and presentable in the eyes of the royal family.

* When the two of you started seeing each other, she started to notice little things she normally wouldn't in other people. Your scent, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats fast when she lay on your chest during those rare private moments-- she noticed it all.

* All she wanted was for you to see her the way she sees you, so she goes to Tanya for advice. Now, the girls pamper their hair together, giving each other knowing looks as they do so.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

A/N: Hope this was alright, lemme know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choices or not!!! I am open to constructive criticism :)

[herbgerblin]

i think the ask i just sent got ate so i will resend: taz tlt au??? :0 taako the necomancer and lup the cav or vice versa... whatever u feel in ur heart... otherwise i AM v interested in your gideon and harrow designs. mayhaps a little dulcinea

Ginny, this one was hard, I was sitting on it for days!! I couldn't decide who would be what. I realized I just really wanted to entertain "what if they were both necromancers?" first, so I will jump on those thoughts and if I have more about either or both of them as cavaliers I will make a follow-up (I also haven't landed on a Dulcinea design yet but I will keep u posted.) ID is in alt.

Taako | Bone Magic (Marrow) | Specialty: Organic Matrices

I think his interest in transmutation could translate to adeptness in living bone tissue, which is considerably more flexible and spongey than dead bone. Defensive capabilities include rapid bone growth and hardened cartilage. Offensive capabilities include severing nerves and fibrous tissue, inhibiting calcification, and malformed blood production. He'd be well-studied in mineralization and organic matrices (making fancy bone structures.) He has a bone hat, a hat with bones. Some of them are just decorations but you never know which :) He keeps several in stasis because he needs them to be fresh.

Lup | Flesh Magic (Blood) | Specialty: Circulatory Flow

I think her interest in evocation could translate to adeptness in cardiac conduction and thermoregulation. Defensive capabilities include conducting electricity to restart a failing heart and decreasing oxygen demand in low-oxygen environments. Offensive capabilities include restricting blood flow, forcing blood to pool in specific areas, or inducing hypothermia. She would also be well-studied in metabolic processes and hormone distribution (important!!) She has a cool cardiovascular tattoo on her back and arms (I was too sleepy to draw most of the lines don’t @ me.) And she carries vials of different blood types on a belt because you never know when you need blood :) :) :)

[starryybrained]

Unaware

Whumptober Day 19: One way out

Masterlist

Content: Lab whump, sedated/unconscious whumpee, explicit surgical procedure, vivisection, noncon body modification, stripping whumpee while unconscious, nonsexual nudity, noncon touch, dehumanization, scientifically inaccurate/fantastical medical procedure

As Saul lays unconscious with the beeping of monitors and the hum of the surgical equipment surrounding him, the world grows small and sharp, focused. The environment becomes so much more productive than before. More streamlined. No longer is there a man before Dr. Greyson, but a living thing that looks like one, has the anatomy of one, breathes and has a pulse just like one. A subject.

Mechanical arms power on at her command, precise and ready to cut him apart, expose his insides, slimy and inky-blue.

Dr. Greyson readies a video feed to archive footage of the surgery, making sure the angle is perfect, the image crystal-clear.

Screens surround her with different images and graphs, vitals and data that will supplement her work, all glowing brilliantly blue, illuminating her and her subject with their icy glow.

There’s only one way out now. Only one way he’ll get out of here alive. An objective not even he is aware of.

Survive the surgery.

Dr. Greyson cuts away his uniform first. Her silvery scissors glint as she does, the motion swift and familiar, knowing. She drags away the unwanted fabric, discarding it. It will be sanitized and recycled later. (After all, nothing here should go to waste.)

She barely blinks at his naked body before her, not even giving it a second thought. It’s all flesh and blood, bones and organs to her, the content of anatomy textbooks.

Machines ready, she starts up the vivisection process, typing in a quick keyword to initiate it. The mechanical arms whirr and click ever so slightly as they move into position, barely audible, and a scan runs over his body, mapping out where to make incisions, a half-second flash of glimmering blue light that disappears as quickly as it made its presence known, passing over his body.

One arm lasers away his body hair until his skin is bare and smooth where they need to make the cuts, another changes its tip to a blade as it does, beginning to slice the skin after the other arm finishes.

The blade goes into his flesh easily, and blue wells up where it touches, creating a dark, shiny line across his chest and stomach. An additional set of arms help pry apart his skin as the knife cuts deeper, plunging through the layers of fat and skin.

Once it’s finished, one pins the skin back into place, leaving the ribs and his organs exposed. The scene is slightly lewd, wet and fleshy and slightly pulsing like insides usually do… and he’s all exposed and left so vulnerably open — however Valeria and her machines handle it with the unflinching accuracy and coldness only a Rigorian surgeon or their tech could have.

He doesn’t even stir, his only movements are the involuntary ones laid out for all to see. His hearts beating. His lungs shrinking and growing with every breath. The swell of his stomach following each inhale. All measured and recorded for posterity.

Dr. Greyson changes the machines’ procedures to a more custom set, the one made specifically for her experiments, and the machines follow her commands fluidly, transitioning into the experimental procedure without so much as a hiccup.

With a click, three of the arms change their tips to nozzles, panels in their sides opening to reveal empty glass tubes. Dr. Greyson fetches the vials with the specimen inside and loads the panels up. They click shut automatically after she does, stationary until each is filled, and then they return to working on him.

As they position themselves where they ought to be (his heart and on either side of his lungs), Dr. Greyson checks her subject’s vitals.

Stable…

Wonderful.

She watches closely as they pump his body full of the specimen, making sure it stays confined to his innards.

It should be fine, considering the modifications the biotechnologists have made to the specimen’s mental faculties and biological processes. Once it bonds with her subject’s tissue, it shouldn’t be able to rid itself of him — and vice versa.

It merges quite well, melting into his chest, squirming between his ribs and seeping into his serosa, making itself right at home. The screens before her show the very percentage of their coalescence, the number slowly creeping towards 100%.

It finally reaches completion, and the only change is the stained appearance of his internal organs, the slimy, desaturated blacks and greys clinging to his insides.

Good. The operation is now two-thirds of the way through.

Dr. Greyson manually moves the pumps away from his chest and torso, now-empty, dripping with remnants of the black goo. The tips recede back into the arms, self-cleaning – Valeria taps in the code for them to start sealing Saul’s body up, idly monitoring the machines, relaying her observations onto a screen. Her notes glow, reflecting against the surface of her glasses while the machines do their work, sealing his body up. 

He shouldn’t have so much as a scar left afterwards.

… Shouldn’t have.

The skin parts after it’s sealed. The specimen’s ooze leaks through the cracks as the skin parts, resisting the seal.

Dr. Greyson’s gaze hardens. Fuck. She’ll have to take this at a different angle.

Instead of beating a dead horse, she decides to go in herself, readying her tools to stitch him up.

The needle and thread go in easily, and come out caked in slime, filthy. The synthetic thread holds together though, and soon Dr. Greyson is able to tie it off, manually cleaning and disinfecting the area.

As she does, the skin on his chest darkens, turning dark and muck-colored. When she touches it, it gives, softer than skin normally should be.

She’s so glad she’s recording this.

Verbally putting down her notes, she probes his body, examining him.

“Subject continues to be stable after needing stitches. The self-administered mastectomy scarring is unaffected by leakage. Subject’s body and internal organs are considerably discolored. Subject’s skin in the thorax area –” she gives his chest another press, testing how much give it has, pulling her hands away when it dips under her touch like slime – “has a considerable amount of give.” She presses again, making sure she can feel his bones. “Ribcage is intact, however.”

“Specimen seems to have integrated with no offensive side effects. Subject remains unconscious.”

She disposes of her dirty gloves and snaps on new ones the moment her hands are bare.

“The surgery appears to be a success… I am entering the subject into the recovery phase now.”

He made it.

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[the-ravens-requiem]

1 – Craft

There was a saying that Doctor heard once. ‘Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.’

Doctor liked to keep busy for this reason. There was no virtue in constant productivity, of course, but there was something of a nagging ache in their chest when sitting idle for too long. Like they were wasting time – time borrowed --No, stolen. Wrenched from the hands of countless others, a fact that Doctor would never forget.

So it was that Doctor often took up various hobbies. Something to occupy their sleepless nights, something to keep their hands working even when most of the world was asleep. They’d gotten decent at a few things; Paper-crafts, bookbinding, embroidery. Tailoring, flower-arranging, crocheting. Calligraphy, painting, woodworking…Just to name a few.

The newest endeavor that Doctor had undertaken was basket-weaving. It was both a simple, repetitive task and a complex artistic challenge. Utilitarian, as well – The baskets served their purpose in the shop, displaying dried flowers and herbs, vials of medicines and bottles of potions.

The first few attempts had been a delightful failure, of course, but that was part of the joy. The foundation of learning a new skill was built upon these failures, after all. Each mistake a new stone set, brick by brick until a brilliant spark of experience rendered a new plateau of challenges feasible to overcome.

Maybe that’s what Doctor really liked about these hobbies. The struggle – sore and tired hands shaking and trembling with fatigue. The triumph of another project completed. Sitting back after a long session to gaze upon their work, improving with each attempt. It was a tangible, lovely thing. A physical representation of time spent well. Something to keep them going, even amidst their tireless work. And it was soothing, too.

Sitting upon their chair by the crackling fire, contained by the fireplace fashioned from old stones from the lake nearby, the warm orange glow casting strange flickering shadows over the shelves lined with books and trinkets in remembrance of their many travels.

This was the closest thing to peace.

[crushedsweets]

if nina could make a product of literally anything, what would it be?

i assume it would be something fashion-wise but i’m not sure

mmmmm.... i agree she'd probably lean into something fashion-wise, but im specifically thinking jewelry or heels!!! i could see her wanting to make lines of necklaces and earrings with little weapons and fake vials of blood and stuff like that.

yall know cybersigilism tattoos? i dont know if theres a name for it, but she'd make jewelry/shoes with that sort of vibe!! silver/black, shiny, sharp.

then probably a few gold lockets and stuff . . . for she is a lovergirl at heart . . . mmm... im just imagining a little jewelry/shoe line for her rn

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved on our archive

By Adeola Adeosun

Amidst a resurgence of COVID-19 cases across the United States, pharmaceutical company Gilead Sciences, Inc. has announced a voluntary recall of its antiviral drug Veklury, commonly known as remdesivir, in cooperation with the U.S. Food & Drug Administration (FDA).

The recall comes after the discovery of glass particles in vials of the medication, raising concerns about patient safety at a time when the drug's importance in treating severe COVID-19 cases is once again being underscored.

The affected lot, identified as 47035CFA, was distributed nationwide in the United States beginning July 16, 2024. This FDA-monitored recall coincides with data from the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) showing high levels of COVID-19 viral activity in wastewater across the country, despite a recent decrease in positive cases.

As of September 13, the CDC reports that while overall viral activity in wastewater has been demoted from "very high" to "high," 21 states still show "very high" levels, particularly in the West. Sixteen states exhibit "high" levels, eight are classed as "moderate," and only Michigan and Rhode Island show "low" levels. New York stands out with "minimal" levels, the lowest classification.

The recall of Veklury comes at a critical juncture in the pandemic's trajectory. While positive tests now account for 14.9 percent of all COVID tests (excluding at-home testing) in the U.S., down 1.6 percent from the previous week, the emergence of new subvariants has kept health officials on high alert.

According to Gilead's risk statement, the administration of Veklury which contains glass particles could lead to a range of complications, from local irritation to potentially life-threatening situations if particles enter the bloodstream and cause blockages in vital organs.

Veklury has been a key tool in treating COVID-19 since its FDA approval in October 2020. It is indicated for use in both hospitalized patients and those with mild-to-moderate COVID-19 who are at high risk for disease progression.

The recall affects the lyophilized form of Veklury in single-dose clear glass vials containing 100 mg of remdesivir in powder form. Gilead has reported no adverse events related to this recall to date but is taking proactive measures to mitigate risks.

This recall also comes as the U.S. grapples with a new class of COVID-19 subvariants nicknamed FLiRT. As of August 31, the dominant subvariant, KP.3.1.1, accounted for more than 50 percent of all U.S. COVID-19 cases over the previous two weeks, with FLiRT variants collectively responsible for over 80 percent of cases.

While these new variants appear more infectious, they generally do not cause such severe symptoms. However, the CDC continues to monitor for common symptoms including fever, cough, shortness of breath, fatigue, and loss of taste or smell.

Healthcare facilities possessing the recalled Veklury are urged to cease use immediately and return the product. Gilead has established a dedicated information line at 1-866-633-4474 for those seeking details about the recall.

Patients with concerns about their COVID-19 treatment are advised to consult their healthcare providers, and any adverse reactions can be reported to the FDA's MedWatch Adverse Event Reporting program.

[strayshornystuff]

An incident with… portals?

A knock on the door. It was those damn kids again, ding dong ditching again. During my episode with Mr. Slimey, who was safely stoppered in his little vial on my coffee table, with tape on the cork, those kids had decided to spray paint the door to my apartment, the brats. I’d never even seen them in person, but I heard them as they bolted off, laughing. I slowly walked to the door, hoping to catch them out by standing right next to the door. *Knock knock* “GOTCHa oh hi sorry are you okay?” Instead of a small child I saw the delivery man, jumping at my exclamation and falling on his arse, looking up with blood-filled cheeks. I quickly reached out to help him up, but before I could even apologise properly, he just looked at me sympathetically and said, “Those kids again?”

“Yeah,” I respond, “If you’ve seen my door, that was them.”

“Far out-” he vaguely gestured at the door “-they’re pretty good at drawing dicks for random kids…”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, any case this is for you!” He scooped up the package that had fallen on the ground, and placed it in my arms. “Hope you can get someone for the door soon!”

“Thanks!” I call after him, and then I turn back in to my apartment.

I gently put the box down on the table, grab my kitchen shears, and look carefully at the cardboard cube in front of me. It was larger than the one the silver little devil had come in, but looked the same in every other way. I figured that I ought to get the matter over with, and so the tape was sliced, and the flaps opened. Inside were two plastic circles, each with a sticky, glue on the back, like on wall hooks. And on both of them, on the non-sticky side, were glowing holes, one with a blue glow, and the other with an orange glow. Except something didn’t look quite right…

I took each of the circles out of the box, and placed one on the table, while I kept the other in my hand. And when I looked through the table portal, I could see myself from where the other one was. I looked back and forth, mesmerised by the fact that I had legitimate portals, in my hands. While looking back and forth, I noticed a piece of paper in the box, with a couple of short lines of text on it. Curious for its message, I snatch up the paper, and read.

Congratulations! You have received our newly made portal product from our sci-fi toy line as part of your subscription! The portals have a range of about 200 km of perfect, seamless connection, and will not generate any undesired effects, such as collapse, cancer, or other crippling conundrums, no matter what you stick in the hole, or how long you do so. To change the size, flick the lock switch, place your hands on the portal walls, or the walls of the circle, and squeeze/pull to desired size! The rest is up to you to find out! Not responsible for any damage or harm caused through great misuse. To cancel your subscription at any time, message our customer service number at 04XX XXX XXX

I could hardly believe it. They had censored their customer service number, in a box that contained a wormhole. Even if it was stable, I needed to know who was sending me these. And secondly, this was considered a toy? Does that make Mr. Slippery slimey aphrodisiac mercury over there… a toy as well? And the word ‘line’… was there more of these toys? It was too much to wrap my head around, I couldn’t. I slumped down on the couch, and drifted off to sleep, my head spinning from everything…

…zzz…

I felt so good… someone was eating me out from behind, and they were good… I felt so fuzzy… I felt obligated to stimulate them, but there was already an ass in my face, I was already going to town on them… oh my… what was that glow on their skin? I tore away for a moment, looking up… and was greeted by the back of my own head raising at the same time, in front of me, as the pleasure paused for me, for them, for me again…

By the time I woke up, it was already… 1930? I’d slept through most of the afternoon, it seemed. I sat up, and immediately my eyes fell on the portals again. I blushed, thinking of the dream I’d just had. I placed one hand over my crotch, feeling overexposed, and recoiled when I felt myself completely soaked. My heart was fluttery, I was this wet, and the portals were just there… my hallway was about the right width… “should I?” Was the question I asked myself, only realising that it had been said aloud after the fact. I mustered up the courage, and grabbing the portals, moved over to my hallway. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom along the way, as well as a dildo (the one normal toy I seemed to own), and placed it under my feet once I was where I would do this.

Slowly, I stripped, peeling off my soaked pants, lifting off my hoodie, until I stood there naked, the air frigid against my lustful skin. I picked up the portals, sticking them on the walls, and pushing my hands against the walls of the portal, stretching it until I could have probably crawled through without much resistance, before finally locking their size. I took a deep breath. One small step, pull the other leg through, and my butt was snugly through the portal behind me, poking cutely through the wall in front atop my legs. Bracing myself with my hips against the portal walls, I leaned forward and buried my face into myself. Simultaneously, I let out a small yelp as I felt the same face touch my own butt, warm and soft. I looked up for a moment, before complimenting the me in front.

“Such a cute butt… be good for me…” my voice stretching forward, as the sound reached me from behind, sending a shiver down my eager body.

I took another deep breathe, and started gently licking, lubing myself up for later. It was a struggle to consistently hit the areas that made me feel good, but by the time my tongue had slipped inside of me, I had gotten pretty good at forcing sighs out of myself between dives. I kept going, harder, faster, wetter, more, ohh, ahh, AH! My legs trembled as I came, fluids leaking out of me, my brain only knowing pleasure and the command to keep going that the dopamine rush demanded. That was the first, soon it happened again, and a third time, my brain slowly melting, diving in, forgetting to breathe.

I was wet enough now for the dildo. I reached down, picking up its length, and gently started rubbing its tip against my hole. I had played with myself before, but for some reason, the sensation was just that much stronger. Maybe my brain couldn’t understand it was my own doing to myself. I could barely muster the courage to penetrate myself, but once I did, it slipped in with no resistance at all, sliding deeper, until it was up in my guts. I moaned as the wave of pleasure swept over me, engulfing my thoughts and forcing them all down toward my dripping, needy hole. Before I knew it, the toy was sliding in and out of me, my body moving automatically, understanding its task. For hours, I stayed like that, fucking myself over, and over, harder and deeper, until eventually, my memory faded into a fuzzy mess…

I woke up slumped over the portal edge, with the towel underneath me soaked and my legs dead. I reached for my phone, and saw that about a couple of hours had passed since I had started. How long I had been passed out exactly, I couldn’t tell, just knowing that I had fucked myself unconscious, and might be doing so in the future~

Hello reader! I randomly remembered that portals have some uses, and decided I might write this short story to think of how it might play out. Though, I think portals are best used when there are more people involved than just me… oh well. Hope you enjoyed reading, let me know any ideas of yours, or critique for what I might do better, and see y’all next time! :3

[quilly72]

Hitomi felt her heart pounding. Not 5 minutes ago she had snuck into the secret laboratory and stolen the vials of hormone accelerant. She had planned on just slipping them into her purse and leaving without anyone noticed but she had a hiccup in her plan. A new I term who had caught her off guard and initiated a conversation had thrown her off her time.

She checked her phone the rival company asking if she had secured the product. She didn't even respond as she quickly and quietly slinked to her desk. Halfway there she watched the light sho out and then flicker back on. An alarm barked across the intercom as the doors and windows slammed shut. "This ain't good" she muttered. She tried to make it to her desk to slip the vials into her purse but was cut off when everyone stood up as security rushed into the room. "Everyone put your arms where we can see them and make your way to the edges of the room.

Quickly thinking Hitomi took the vials and shoved them in her bra. One of the vials glancing her bust and scraping it. She rubbed it and buttoned her shirt back up. Adjusting her too as security ushered them forward. They all were ran through a relatively simple security check

Somehow her guard completely missed the three glass vials stuck in her cleavage. Hitomi tried to look as normal as possible. Her eyes darting across the room nervously as she tried to not break a sweat.

"Hitomi" she fieze in place

"please see your attending supervisor. Hitomi shuffled her way over. Her body heating up and pulsating. Something was wrong this wasn't just nerves it was something else she thought to herself. Hitomi followed her guard as he ushered her into a secluded office. Her boss sitting at a desk as he looked over security feeds and charts.

"Hitomi it has come to our attention that one of your division employees was the one to sneak into the laboratory. Hitomi barely breathed they had found her. How stupid could she be to use her own divisions key card

She didn't even make a sound frozen in place. The cold vials sitting under her boobs as they brushed against each other a faint clink escaping her bust. Her boss stared in confusion before brushing it off. "Do you have any idea who could of stolen these vials."

Hitomi broke a sweat her body racing higher in temperature. Her heart pounding. Her skin tingled as her insides churned as if they were brushing against each other. Her chest grew tight but she brushed it off. "No no I can't imagine any one of my employees doing anything that stupid."

Her boss nodded in agreement. "Yeah I guess your right. I still have to ask though. Has anyone been acting weird. Our of character. Taken more breaks than usual"

Hitomi shook her head. Another vial scraping her chest as she did. She grimaced as it dug into her skin. Blood trickling out as she subtly removed the needle from her cleavage. Her chest grew tighter. Her bra strained against her. She could barely breathe as she pushed out words. "No I think one of key cards must of been stolen." She stood frozen still as he nodded again.

Hitomi grimaced. Her cleavage practically trembling. Her shirt was strectching out as she noticed her cleavage bulging over her bra line. "Fuck no this can't be happening not now"

Hitomi still stared at her boss however not cracking.

Her boss turned to her. Hitomi held her breath her cleavage pushing against her shirt ready to burst out at any moment. She made small movements and caved her chest to not reveal her secret right here right now.

"I guess your right. Still your our inside woman if you learn anything let us know."

"yes sir" she nodded. She went to turn the momentum finally growing to be too much.

Her cleavage bounded outward her boobs ginormous. Three buttons flailed outward hitting her boss in the eye as he recoiled in pain. Hitomi bounced with her growth not quite falling back down. She reached her arm up as she caught the vials that were now hurtling throughthe air. The final one poking her in the hand as the liquid seeped in her bloodstream.

She plucked it out of her skin just as it emptied. All three of the vials having unloaded atleast some of their contents. Her boss stood up towering over her as he grew furious"traitor. I can't believe you." Guards get in here now". Hitomi dropped the vials as she flung around the guards rushing in. She raced to the back of the room as she spamsed. Her body growing.

It was as if she was hopping up but not lowering back down. Her boobs bulged over her bra as she struggled to breathe. Her suit sleeves raced up her arms her elbows barely covered. Her pant legs raced up calves as her pants button flung off. Her shirt buttons strained as her suit button flung off hitting another guard.

She escaped their grasp as she tried to run away. One of the guards catching her hand. She turned to face him as she felt another wave of vertigo hit her. "Let me go"

She grew up again. Her bra clung to her skin digging in deeper as her shirt and suit popped off. Her suit tearing along her back as her shirt constrained her. Her butt ripped the seams in the back as her onats turned to capris. The guards stared at the growing woman as she grew stronger and harder to capture.

Hitomi's colleagues watched as she struggled the previously 5' something woman now easily 6' something

Hitomi broke free of the guard as another wave hit her. She nearly lost her balance as she grimaced. Her pants and shirt tearing off her. Her shoulder blades pulling her shirt apart. Her bra snapped one calso as her cleavage bulged to her neck. She duh at the band as it finally popped. Her boobs flinging forward no longer crowding her throat. Hitomi rushed to the door as another wave hit her.

Her back lengthening just as she ran through the door frame. Her forehead landing squarely atthetop. She recoiled back. The crowd gasping In sympathy of the growing woman. Hitomi regained her balance and ducked through the door. The guards now more of a suggestion. "I have to get out of here..."

Hitomi grimaced again. She lurched upwards"when is it going to stop"

Her panties flung to the floor as several coworkers snapped pics and videos. She scowled at them as she tried to cover herself pushing her way through the crowd. Her new height making it was easier as most people barely reached her hips. "Almost there come on..."

Hitomi surged again. She lost her balance as she fell to her knees. Her head narrowly missing the ceiling. She fell to alm4s as she began crawling. Another wave hitting her again. Her legs growing into the crowd. Her boobs swaying back and forth as they nudged people to and from. People began scooching back as she shoved people to the ground "sorry can't control it. I just wanna leave. She crawled towards the door before... She breathed out deeply. Another wave passing her. It was growing faster and larger. Her entire body grew right as her back surged toward the ceiling. Her butt planting itself on top as her knees buckled and squirmed. People began. Rushing backwards as they realized she may not stop. Hitomi ducked her head as another wave hit her. She could barely move as she dropped to her elbows. Her boobs. Pushing her back into the ceiling .. sandwhichinghef in place. " Stop growing" she heard someone call out

"what do you think I'm trying to dooo."

She surged again the ceiling bending. Her legs sprawling out into the crowd as her head Rose above them. People clawed over each other as she further and further. Hitomi reached for the door as another wave forced her back. Her body tensing as she rushed backwards. Her legs knocking people to the ground. Her thighs and hips smashing people against desks and wall. Her head scraped the ceiling as her boobs flattened against the wall. Hitomi laystuck pinned to the ground as she tried pushing her way through the ceiling to no avail.

Another surge hit her as she moaned. Her feet hitting the far end wall as she bent her knees. More muffled screams disappearing under her. Hitomi's head now barely fit in the room as her cleavage spilled out from under her. Her back bending the ceiling up. Another surge cracked the ceiling. Her hips and thighs filling the room barely leaving any space for anyone. "I'm sorry I can't stop fend for yourselves. Another surge opened the ceiling the cool air rushing in. Hitomi tried forcing her way up but failed. Her final surge sent her filling the room. She scrunched into a ball as she struggled for room. Her boobs hip and thighs filling every space. The final muffled scream disappearing under her.

Hitomi breathed her body having relaxed. "I'm done I think I'm done"... But I'm stuck" she huffed as she tried to figure a solution. She smirked as she realized. She bent her foot into what she thought was her boss room before smashing it down. Feeling a cool liquid splash across her as her body tightened again.