#i know it shouldn't bother me but these things pop up in my head every time i watch these scenes now

[crowfromfoggyforest]

Hey, guys...

What if Alastor being portrayed with a "circus body" was linked to this quote from the pilot: "The world is a stage, and a stage is a world of entertainment"?

He sees the whole world as his stage and other people as the audience, like in a circus. He wants all eyes on him and control over everything. Also, his whole attitude and basically everything he does is a performance.

Can we please agree that's what it means?

#yes i'm desperately trying to get the “alastor is a circus” thing out of my head #you guys are really good at ruining the best scenes #first you ruin the best line of the finale with “haha his name is alastor altruist” and now this... #i know it shouldn't bother me but these things pop up in my head every time i watch these scenes now #so yeah #let's overshadow it with real theories #i'd love to hear your theories to help with this #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin theory #hazbin hotel alastor #low effort #theory #might delete later #vent #i guess

[jungle-angel]

Winter Blues (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's the time of year when you're not feeling quite yourself, but thank God for your husband

You had come home later than usual after a long week, exhausted beyond all human reasoning and your body screaming for rest.

All week long it had been one thing after another, first with your students and then with having to prep for the holidays and stressful situations outside the home. You felt every last cell in your body screaming for you to rest, your head heavy and aching from the stress.

You parked the truck in the driveway, the snow falling heavily as you stepped out onto the driveway with the last minute supplies for Thanksgiving dinner. The stress had weighed so heavy on your mind that no sooner were you through the door than you cracked. The tears started falling from your eyes as you hung up your coat, scarf, hat and mittens.

Your crying must've been a little more noticeable than you initially thought when you felt a set of arms coiling around your waist and a soft cheek smushed against the back of your head.

"My sweet baby," Bob mumbled. "What's wrong?"

"Oh Bob," you whimpered. "I'm just.....I can't.....I can't right now."

"Shhhh," Bob hushed. "You come with me and get settled. I'll make you a hot mint tea and we'll pop in a movie."

You nodded as he kissed your cheek. He helped you over to the couch where a blanket had been messily tossed aside, no doubt from an afternoon nap he had taken. As soon as you heard the kettle on the stove beginning to whistle, Bob brought in two mugs full of steaming hot peppermint tea, one for you and one for himself.

You told him everything that had happened in your day, even the little things that seemed to be bothering you. You felt a little bad dumping it all on him at once, but you knew he was a good listener who would help you.

"Oh sweetheart," he said wistfully. "Don't let it get to you. I know it's easier said than done, but I don't want you to stress yourself out."

You snuggled a little closer to him, his warm body comforting and soothing like the mint tea you had both been drinking. "I know I shouldn't stress myself out like that but....."

"Hey," Bob said reassuringly. "You know I love you even when you're stressed out right?"

You nodded.

"So come here and lets get cozy," he said, drawing you closer and kissing your head.

Bob switched on a movie and when it began playing you laughed a little. "Really Bob?" you chuckled. "Isn't it a little too early for us to be watching Christmas Vacation?"

"It's never too early for a Christmas movie sweetheart," he said happily, gently stroking the back of your neck and pressing a sweeet kiss to your lips.

You both laughed throughout the movie, quoting it back and forth until you forgot the troubles of the day, the both of you warm and cozy under the covers and falling into the deepest sleep you could have imagined.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

[beom-pyu]

my wips! ★⋆⁺˚⋆｡ °₊*️

see what's coming soon:

(more under the cut!)

I CAN'T SWIM, IDIOT (choi beomgyu x fem!reader) POSTED.

SYNOPSIS:

your best friend just so happens to enter you both into a married-couple-greece-resort-stay-all-expenses-paid giveaway hosted by some random insurance company he found on twitter. but those things are always scams—there's no way you'd end up having to pretend to be beomgyu's wife for one week in a foreign country. and there's absolutely no way you'd end up seeing your childhood best friend in a different light after your stay. nope—not a chance.

RESET (kang taehyun x fem!reader)

coworkers to lovers, rivals to lovers, fluff, comedy, smut

SYNOPSIS:

working as a game developer has been your dream for years. you fought long and hard to work your way up to the top, and you've finally secured a stable, well-paying position at one of the lead gaming companies in the country. things are going well—until your head hires a new programmer to work alongside you for a new campaign. while you are excited to see fresh faces in the office, a problem quickly arises—you can't seem to get along with your counterpart. his know-it-all attitude rubs you the wrong way from the very beginning, and each day, you find it harder and harder to get anything done when he's over your shoulder, critiquing your every move. you don't know how much longer you can put up with his nagging until you downright lose your mind... and maybe your job as well.

(current word count: 3.24k)

TEASER:

“um, hello! nice to meet you. i’m y/n y/l/n, lead character designer,” you introduce yourself with a small bow, looking up to see taehyun smiling at you with those pretty wide eyes.

“i specialize in character design as well. i guess we’ll be working side by side this year,” taehyun shoots you with a blinding grin. your heart stutters a bit at his unwavering eye contact, nodding with a small smile.

“i guess so. you sure you can keep up, though?” you playfully flirt towards him, a low and quiet ‘ooooo’ coming from soobin and yeonjun on either side of you. taehyun remains unfazed at your comment, shrugging slightly at your words with raised brows.

“i’d like to believe so. i’m looking forward to seeing what you got, y/l/n.”

you smile a bit, your gaze unbreaking with his cat eyes.

“likewise, kang.”

END CREDITS (choi yeonjun x fem!reader)

underground boxer au, exes to lovers, heavy angst, fluff, smut

SYNOPSIS:

yeonjun feels as if he's stuck in a loop. every day is the same, boring, painful drag—work, fight club, dinner for ma, and repeat. he's completely numb to everyone and everything around him. why shouldn't he be? the only person he's staying alive for is his mother—if he were to die today, earth would continue to spin without a second thought. that is, until you pop back up into his life—and now everything he knows is flipped onto its head. you left him because of the way he is... so why are you staying this time?

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TEASER:

“i think i’m just gonna head home. ma is probably waiting for me.” yeonjun forces a small, strained smile towards beomgyu, watching as the younger’s shoulders droop in disappointment.

“you are so lame,” beomgyu huffs, pushing yeonjun’s shoulder lightly. “dude, just come celebrate with us tonight. i swear i won’t ever ask you again.”

yeonjun shakes his head, shrugging on his gray zip-up before turning back around to walk out of the locker room, beomgyu still hot on his heels. “don’t feel like it, beomgyu. just drop it.”

beomgyu chases after yeonjun as he walks back into the crowded arena, shoving his way through all of the sweaty bodies as another fight starts up.

“you’re the most boring person i’ve ever met,” beomgyu shouts.

“and you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met,” yeonjun shouts back, not even bothering to turn around and face the younger.

to be added:

rockstar!yeonjun x lead singer!reader - exes to lovers

farm boy!taehyun x city girl!reader - strangers to lovers

soon-to-be-married!soobin x wedding planner!reader - exes to lovers

#beom-pyu #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt angst #txt smut #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt x you #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #yeonjun imagines #soobin imagines #beomgyu imagines #taehyun imagines #hueningkai imagines

[safetystars]

The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

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party girl / seungkwan x reader / 18+ mdni

when you need liquid courage to fuck your best friend

Seungkwan was just back from an okay date when he saw an unexpected caller ID pop up on his phone. Hoshi calling him past midnight on a weekend, when was that ever a good thing?

“What did you do?”

“No, not me,” Hoshi replied, sounding surprisingly sober. “Y/n.”

Seungkwan’s frown deepened. “She told me she was studying today.”

“Well, look who’s here and wasted as hell. Come before she pukes on my precious sofa.”

Hoshi hung up before Seungkwan could argue, but he was already reaching for his jacket and keys.

It’s been a while since Seungkwan had to pick you up. Every party you’ve ever been to, from birthday parties in kindergarten to your first actual party in college, Seungkwan was there besides you - like he was in every important and non important stages of your life.

He drove off campus to the house Hoshi shared with several others, having to park three blocks away because of how crowded the street was. As soon as he got out of the car, he could hear music blaring in the near distance.

Seungkwan invited himself in Hoshi’s house - he’s been here too many times to count. He squeezed through the buzzing crowd, exchanging hasty greetings with people he recognized, but his attention was solely on finding you as he looked around the room

You were sitting on the sofa; or to be exact, you were curled up on Lee Chan’s lap, your hands comfortably resting on his arm, whispering something in his ear. Chan looked helpless as he simply sat back, letting you continue whatever game you were playing.

Seungkwan’s stomach burned. His initial reaction was to steer back, but when Chan met his eyes and mouthed “HELP ME,” he had no choice but to go and confront you.

“Y/n.”

“Kwannie,” you slurred, not even bothering to turn your head. “Aren’t you busy screwing your girlfriend?”

Seungkwan felt a sharp jab in his chest. You never talk to him like this.

“It’s just a date and she’s not my girlfriend. You’re drunk. Let’s go home.”

“No, I’m staying with Channie today, right, Channie?”

“Um, I might actually go and... get something to drink? God, I'm thirsty. See you guys later!”

He fled, leaving Seungkwan with a very drunk and sour you. You still refused to look at him, taking a swig from the plastic cup in your hand.

Seungkwan grabbed your wrist. You let out a yelp as the drink spilled over you, but that was the least of his worries.

“You’ve had too much,” he grunted. You whined in protest, but you were too drunk to physically fight back as Seungkwan, quite literally, dragged you out of the party and to the car.

It was silent on the drive back. Seungkwan considered dumping you on the doorsteps of your dorm and leaving someone else to deal with the mess you were. Unfortunately, your roommate was out for the night, and he couldn’t leave you like this. When you might wander off and find another guy to get friendly with.

He carried you up the stairs and to your room. He had the keys; you've said it was only for emergencies, but Seungkwan's emergencies included using your bed for naps between classes or just simply coming to bug you.

Today, though, was a different story. You and Seungkwan have fought endlessly since kindergarten, from petty playground fights to times when you stopped talking to each other for days. But one of you eventually caved in and made up after every fight. This was one of these instances, right?

"If you expect me to come every time you go and throw yourself on some random guy..."

“I didn’t even ask you to. I was doing fine with Chan,” you mumbled, knowing what you say was going to get him agitated. Seungkwan clenched his jaw.

“Well, I’m sorry then, you could have just fucked Channie and I shouldn't have cared. Why should I care?"

His voice rose louder than he intended to, and he could see a flash of hurt in your eyes. You both didn’t know - no, pretended not to notice - why you were working each other up like this.

Then the next second, you were kissing him. He stumbled backwards onto your bed, the force knocking the wind out of him.

It wasn’t like what Seungkwan had imagined from time to time - in the quiet afternoon library, or cuddled beneath the blankets of his bed, or on the doorsteps of your dorm, after a sweet date. It was messy and angry. You reeked of alcohol and Chan’s perfume.

Your hands grabbed his face, and Seungkwan found it so easy to get lost in the heated kiss. He could feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks, and everything was so overwhelming, he didn't know what to think. It just felt good. It felt perfect.

He was brought back to his senses by your hands snaking under his shirt.

“You're drunk, I'm not doing anything if you're - ”

“Please please please Seungkwan. You know I’ve only wanted you, all this time.”

Did you really mean it? Seungkwan tried meeting your eyes, but you were busy trailing kisses down his jawline, his neck...

You sank down on your knees. Seungkwan's breath hitched as you lowered his pants and brought your mouth to his bulge, embarrassingly hard from just the kisses alone.

Heat rose to his cheeks as he contemplated whether to look away from such a sinful sight - you, his best friend, his first love, his crush since forever, giving him head like you needed it. He could cum from just seeing you in this angle, nestled between his thighs and looking cute as hell.

Seungkwan had such a pretty cock. You ran your tongue up his length, swirling at the tip and using your whole mouth to take him in. One hand you kept wrapped around the base, the other you used to get yourself off. Seungkwan watched your hand travel underneath your skirt, moaning sweetly on his cock as you pleasured yourself.

He so badly wanted to be the one touching you, fingers buried in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. Just his imagination made him lightheaded, and he couldn't stop the loud moans as he came, hot cum hitting the back of your throat.

You tried swallowing, but some of the white was smeared on your lips. Seungkwan impulsively leaned over and kissed you square on the mouth.

“Did you just taste yourself?”

“It was gross. Spit it out next time.”

A next time. You smiled to yourself as you softly pushed him on his back, straddling him. You took off your shirt and bra. He was mesmerized by the sight, staring at your body being unwrapped like a Christmas present, your gorgeous curves, until you guided his hands there. He squeezed them gently and ran his fingertips over your nipples, earning a soft sigh from you.

"You're such a good boy Kwannie... Now let me ride your pretty cock. Hard already for me, hmm?"

Seungkwan groaned as you lowered yourself on his length. You squirmed around, getting used to his girth, but quickly picked up your pace as you felt it grazing your sweet spot.

Seungkwan covered his face with his hands, unable to take in everything without his face burning.

"Look at me,” you said, lacing your fingers with his. Seungkwan was all red and fucked out as you bounced on his cock, and knowing that you had so much power over him, hearing him moan your name, made the heat pooling in your lower body swell. You stifled a cry as an intense orgasm washed over you, falling over on Seungkwan and desperately wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your sensitive nipples brushed against his smooth chest, making you shiver, but it was the warmth of Seungkwan filling you up that brought you past your limit.

You were suddenly tired. You felt Seungkwan’s ragged, uneven breaths, his length still burried in you, the hollow of his collarbone perfectly matching the curve of your cheek…

.

You jolted awake, surprised to see a sleeping Seungkwan right next to you, his body pressed against yours. Your bed was too small for two people to share. Sunlight filtered through the edges of the curtain, dappling his cheekbones, and as you brushed his hair out of his eyes, you remembered everything from last night - your words, his words, how the kisses tasted like.

You both had started seeing other people since high school, but it had hurt, every single time, when Seungkwan would get a glimpse of you laughing at a random guy's jokes, or when you would call Seungkwan at the most spontaneous of times, only to find out that he was on a date with some other girl.

It was just a childhood crush. You’d eventually grow out of it. You were best friends before anything.

That was what you kept telling yourself, but apparently, it wasn't the case when it was Boo Seungkwan.

#svt smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut #seungkwan imagines #svt #seventeen #svt fanfic

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Teeth

Part 5!

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Anxiety, stalking, job shenanigans, Billy wiling to protect you in every way possible.

A/N: Babes, I am having the worst day possible. I could use some love. Please, please, send something, anything my way if you have any appreciation for me. ❤

'Billy, it's what my friends call me.'

Was that what you were? Friends?

Or was it an accident?

'Right, sorry for bothering. Just curious.'

Okay, that was a good place to end.

You put your phone down, moving to grab a glass of water, but spinning back excitedly when another alert comes in.

'Don't say sorry. Or else.'

Fucking shit, was he flirting?

No way.

'Or else?' you ask.

Your heart pounds.

'Or else, I'll demand your apology in person, preferably over dinner.'

Holy fucking shit he was.

He liked you?

No, no way.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

Dammit, he was still a client.

Shit, you shouldn't.

'Sorry, Mister Russo, but I don't want to-' You begin to type it, but quickly backspace.

'Can we do it as friends?' You erase that too.

Yes, you wanted to say yes, yes sir, take me into your arms and then preferrably your bed.

Damn, you didn't know what to say.

the typing bubbles pop up, and you wait patiently.

'Let's table that conversation though, at least until our work relationship comes to an end. Yes?'

You breathe a sigh of relief.

'Yes, that sounds great.' You answer.

You move toward your window, looking over, hoping to catch sight of him.

He's there, shirtless once more, black joggers wrapped around his legs, wide shoulders and large hands.

He sips at his coffee, holding his phone up.

You look down, typing out a little message to send to him. You watch the corner of his lips pull up into a smile as he reads it.

'Happy Sunday.' Is all you'd said.

.

"Anvil accepted the proposal."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good work." Andrew informs.

"Thanks, I thought I was on thin ice for a second there." You say, taking a sip of water in your relief.

Andrew nods in understanding.

"So we'll pass the project on to someone else so you can focus on other things." He says casually.

Wait, what?

He was giving the project to someone else?

"Wouldn't it be easier if I held on to it? I mean, I did all the grunt work for the assessment, I know the building better than anyone else here."

Andrew shrugs.

"It's just a building. Won't be that hard for someone else to pick up. We really need you focusing your skills elsewhere."

No room for argument.

Your shoulders drop, you nod in compliance.

You'd worked so hard, and that was it, someone else would get the credit for your work.

You were going to quit.

Maybe this was for the better, William wasn't a client to you now, maybe you could finally take him up on dinner.

You shake your head angrily, maybe he was the one who requested you be taken off. Maybe he'd only entertained the thought of you because you were a woman.

What if his only goal had been to seduce you?

You sigh, shoulders dropping as you approach your desk, noticing a couple of work documents come in.

You open them absentmindedly, sorting them into the right area on your desk, still deep in thought about what you should do.

Realistically, you should quit, if they didn't respect you now, they probably never would.

Very infuriating, maybe your place of work could use a little brushing up on ethics too.

You pull the last document from the last envelope and you frown.

This.... was a photo of you.

.

Billy was pissed.

He'd been invited in to sign contracts with your company, and discuss lead times and security protocols, and he'd just discovered that you'd been pulled from the project.

For once, he and the predator were in agreement.

He was going to raise hell.

"Unfortunately gentlemen, we have a problem."

He heard Andrew's heart pick up speed.

"What is it?"

Billy leans back in his seat.

"I'd prefer your old specialist, I've had time to watch and assess her work. She's able to answer almost any question I ask, and where she is unable, I don't have to wait long for an answer."

Andrew swallows.

"All my specialists are very much equipped to handle your questions." He protests.

Billy leans back, nods his head.

"I'm sorry, then I'm not interested in accepting your proposal," He leans forward, rises to a stand, "Pleasure doing business with you." He says, extending a hand to shake.

Andrew is sweating now, the stench of his anxiety permeates the air.

"We can come to some other arrangement, keep her on the project, so that she has time to focus on everything she needs to."

Billy hated that idea. It meant you would have to ask someone else's approval for your ideas, that someone else would be able to take credit for your hard work.

In every aspect, Billy found himself protective of you, and he wanted your complete involvement, or none at all.

"Then we don't really understand each other very much now do we?" He says, dropping his hand and turning away.

"Be reasonable, Mister Russo-"

"-I'm not being reasonable? I want the specialist that assessed the weak points in my company and drafted a plan to take lead on carrying out that plan. How is that unreasonable?"

Andrew hesitates, he swallows, the predator pulls hungrily at Billy, demanding blood, enticed by the scent of fear.

"She- she resigned a few days ago. Doesn't work here anymore."

The news shocks him, a little bit of worry snakes down his spine though he keeps himself calm.

He checks his watch absentmindedly.

"We could have saved a lot of time if you'd just told me that from the start." He nods his head at both men.

"Have fun finding someone half as good as her. Goodbye."

He turns finally, walks out of the office, smiles in satisfaction as he hears Andrew swear angrily.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, a quick text in your direction.

'We need to talk.'

.

Except you didn't want to talk to him. You'd been hiding in your house for the last few days, ever since you'd quit your job. The photo sitting on your kitchen counter.

It was you, leaving Amy's apartment a couple of weeks ago. It had worried you, that when you'd felt like you were being watched.... you were actually being watched.

You didn't say anything, wondering if it was just a one time thing. One single photo was barely enough to go to the police with, you'd be overlooked for more important things no doubt, and worse yet, what if things got worse because you reported it?

It just wasn't a good enough risk to take, so instead, you'd rushed on quitting your job, and decided to get back into the job market.

You're studying the photo when his text comes in, you wanted to burn it, pretend it didn't happen, and move on with your life. It was just one photo after all.

You reach for your phone, reading his message, the ominous nature of it sinking into you.

You try to be professional in your response.

'Sorry, Mister Russo, but I'm not available today.' Is your response.

'I just heard you quit your job.'

'Yes?'

'Why didn't you tell me?'

You blink, you don't know how to respond to that. You were barely acquaintances, you didn't owe him anything.

'Why would I have told you?' You ask.

You can almost sense his frustration.

'Let's meet. There's a café a block away.' He follows up with a location.

'6 p.m? Yes?'

When you don't respond, his next message is just your name, you find yourself clenching involuntarily, you can almost hear his voice in your head, the casual way he demands compliance.

'Okay.' Is all you say.

You still feel like you're being watched. From the moment you step out into the street, your heart is pounding, your lungs squeeze in your chest.

Was there someone watching you right now?

Would there be another photo?

You look around, and you check your peripherals, and though nothing is amiss, you still feel watched.

It's terrifying, you stop halfway to the café, you almost turn around and run back home.

Despite being afraid of outside, you knew that you were safe inside. You'd done a full assessment of Anvil's security, after all, you knew the weak points, and though there weren't many, you're sure Billy- William would have compensated for most of them by now.

But out here, there were too many places for an assailant to be hiding. It was scary, and you were almost petrified by the thoughts. There was a stalker, or even a new serial killer, just around the corner.

You really needed to book another session with your therapist.

You sit in the back corner of the little café, a very rustic interior decor, filled with stained wood countertops and paintings made out of coffee on the faded red walls.

The sound of the coffee grinder goes off every now and then, the steamed milk foamer next, and you find yourself relaxed by the repetitive sounds. No one looks at you, spares you a glance, and there's even a comfort in that.

But he takes the air out of the room when he walks in.

Your stomach, as knotted as it is, knots even more at the sight of him, heart fluttering, begging for something you've never had before.

Dressed down, grey shirt, black jeans, you want to sit on his firm thighs if only for a moment. He's not wearing a coat, or even a jacket, despite the chill in the evening air. He probably runs hot, and you think about what that would feel like, in bed, beside you, before you come to your senses.

"Would you like something?" He asks, when he comes up to the little booth you're at, palms braced against the table, eyes glancing at the menu in explanation.

"It's on me." He says easily.

The corner of your lip rises.

"Why? Because I left my job you think I can't afford a vanilla latte?"

Something rises in him, amusement perhaps, his eyes move slowly down your body, and then back up to your eyes.

"You think you're funny, but don't worry, I'll get you your vanilla latte."

He straightens, eyes lingering on your burning face. He turns, and walks to the counter.

You gulp.

Jesus Christ.

He comes back, with a cup for you, and one for himself, and you thank him easily.

"Tell me what happened." He starts, and you look up at him, his face composed, no room for argument.

You swallow.

"They pulled me from the project."

He nods.

"And... it made me feel undervalued... overlooked."

He takes a deep breath, you can't tell what's going through his mind.

"I turned the contract down."

You blink in surprise.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted your expertise, not some idiot who would lie to me and think they're getting away with it."

You lean back, sighing.

"They're going to think we're involved."

He shakes his head.

"Because I value your opinion?"

"Do you? Or is this-" You cut yourself off, glancing away.

"Say it."

"Is this... only because you want to be involved with me?"

A long moment of silence, your heart drops. He was going to make fun of you for assuming something like that no doubt.

"It's not that. It's the way you think. It's the way I can see you thinking ten steps ahead. Most people, are too focused on the brushstrokes, when you're looking at the whole painting."

Tears spring to your eyes. You look up, blinking fast to push them away. Your throat tightens.

To be seen like this, shook you to your very core.

"Thank you, I appreciate that." You say softly, voice barely above a whisper.

No one, had ever seen you like this before.

It made you want him. You'd been thinking this entire time that he couldn't give two shits about you, when he'd been appreciating your work ethic from a distance.

Did he like you? Probably not, but that was okay, because this was a good alternative.

"I want to hire you as a consultant." He follows up, smiling at you when your eyes widen.

"Mister Russo-"

"-Billy, please."

"Mister Russo," You emphasize with a shake of your head, "this is too much."

"How is it too much?" He asks, leaning back, "You're experienced with the innerworkings of my company, you know the layout, you know the problems. Name a price, and be there on Monday."

You clap a hand over your mouth, a soft laugh of disbelief bubbling through.

"You're insane." You say, eyebrows raised, daring to speak to him in such an informal manner.

He grins, beautiful and alluring, leaning in, eyes filled with mirth.

"I know I am. It's why I'm good at what I do. Think about it."

You nod, deep in thought.

You had a couple months of rent saved up as is, you would be able to survive for a little while if you turned him down.

On the other hand, Anvil was one of the best security companies in New York. There was no safer place. Any potential stalkers would find difficulty in getting random letters to you.

Plus, he valued you, he saw your worth, had made it extremely clear.

Only a fool would turn down what he could offer- or someone extremely smitten.

"To be very clear," You say, avoiding his eyes, "You're not offering this because you're interested in sleeping with me, are you? Because if you are, then I don't want it."

.

"I'm not interested like that." He lies, feels the predator roar in anger, curling one hand into a fist in his lap to fight it.

Her safety matters most, he tells himself, job safety included.

He would protect her.

Even if it meant he couldn't touch her again.

.

You can't help looking around.

It's dark now, and you're so on edge, looking behind you, studying each alleyway you pass, the paranoia pulling at the seams of your sanity, demanding you panic.

"We're not being followed." William says calmly from beside you.

You swallow, looking over at him.

"How do you know?"

He smiles softly, gazing forward.

"Before Anvil, I served ten years in the Marines. Three tours. I know when I'm being watched."

So you were just paranoid then.

You squeeze your fists tightly, releasing the tension in your body before confessing.

"A couple of months ago, someone tried to kill me." You say to him, eyes glued to the ground.

"I'd been camping in the woods with my friends, we did it every year, this time-" The words die, you can't find the strength to speak.

"I know. Anvil runs background checks. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

You breathe a sigh of relief, you'd figured the company had looked into you. Ensuring you weren't a security threat was very important. If it wasn't being done, you would have suggested it yourself.

"Yeah, thanks. After, it's just hard to relax when I'm outside. It's hard to do anything."

He nods, deep in thought.

"It's a good thing you work for a security company then, no safer place to be."

Later, into the night, when you're fast asleep, the predator visits you in your dreams.

"I'll keep you safe," He whispers into your ear, lays a soft kiss on your cheek.

You hum in bliss, arms curling tighter around the pillow you're holding, yearning for something you could only dream of.

.

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[sneakersnacks]

Come Back Safe to Me

Authors Note: Hello everyone! First post on here. There isn't any use on Y/N or anything like that. I'm not sure where this story will eventually go, I am kind of writing this because I also have scenarios pop up into my head and I always feel better writing them down.

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tw: GSW's, Guns, Military scenarios

“Sir I know for a fact she shouldn't lead this mission on her own.” Ghost said with a stern voice, almost slamming his hands on Price's desk.

“Ghost, she's more than capable of doing this, why are you set on her not leaving base without you?” Price retorted back, lifting up his eyebrow with the end of the sentence. 

They didn't know this, but you were on the other side of the door, listening to their conversation. Did Ghost not trust you? Did he not believe in your skills as a soldier? Just last week you were the only to actually hit high marks in training, that should be enough proof. You have been on countless missions with him, all of them successful. He was always by my side but the one time he isn't he doesn't believe in my capabilities? Pushing those thoughts to the side you lightly tap on the door. 

“Come in.” Price says

You enter and meet Ghost's gaze before you look at Captain Price, “Sorry to intrude Cap, I just wanted to check in before I set off with the team.” you say, trying not to notice the stare Ghost is giving you, if looks could kill, you would be dead by now.

“Ah yes, Crow, everything is all set in order, I wish you luck on your mission. Come back safe.” he says.

“Of course Sir.” You give a light nod and exit the tiny office. You close the door behind you and start walking down the hallway. You hear Price's door open and slam shut with heavy footsteps coming after you.  You know its Ghost, just the looming presence in the hallway gives you chills up your spine. 

“Crow.” he says from behind you.

You stop and turn on your heel, looking up at him with a stone look, “What.” is all you say, you can tell that this response catches him by surprise. “Are you here to tell me that I am not fit to lead this mission?” 

You see his eyes narrow and a glint of guilt flashes in his eyes, “Crow…” his voice is soft when he says your callsign.

“If you didn't believe in my skills as a leader or even just a soldier in general you should've told me from the beginning, don't give me false hope and make me doubt my own skills.” You say, your index finger jabbing at his chest. He just looks down at you, he didn't mean to make you angry, you weren't supposed to hear him say those things. He wanted you to be safe, how was he supposed to make sure you were safe if he wasn't there with you? He needed to protect you, he knew you could easily protect yourself but he just needed to be there with you. He couldn't lose you. He let you continue to be angry and rant at him but couldn't take it anymore and grabbed your hand before you could poke him in the chest for the second time. 

“Crow, please, believe me when I say you are capable of doing anything.” he squeezes your hand in his, his rough tactical glove almost scratching your skin, it didn’t bother you though. “I… just can't lose you.” he says, his voice soft. 

It's now your turn to be caught off guard, you look up directly into his eyes and he looks down at you like he was looking into your soul, “Ghost I-” you start to say before you hear a pair of footsteps come around the corner, Ghost quickly drops your hand and you get sad as you feel the warmth leave you.

“Lieutenant Crow.” Someone says from down the hallway, you turn around even though every cell in your body just wants to stay close to Ghost.

“Yes Alea?” 

“Pol and Gate are ready and heli will be good to go in about five minutes.” she states, you can see hee glance at Ghost but then give you her full attention. 

“Of course, thank you Alea, I will be right behind you.” You say, giving her a nod, she returns it and walks away from Ghost and yourself. You turn to face Ghost again, “I will be fine, I promise.” 

“Don't make promises you can't keep” his voice was low and not above a whisper. You reach up and touch his cheek, the fabric from his mask blocks you from touching his skin but even so the warmth he gives off radiates through the mask. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes. 

“Ghost, I don't make the promise if I can't keep the promise. It's a simple mission, in and out. You know how these things are.” You say, he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours and grabs your hand pressed on his face. 

“Aye, but I won't be there with you. I trust you, I just have never been worried about someone like this before, this is new to me.” He confesses and your heart flutters. “Come back safe to me.” is all he says and releases your hand, he turns around and walks down the hallway away from you. 

You are left there standing in the hallway, your mind racing and trying to process everything that just happened. You always had secret feelings for Ghost, that was apparent but you always told yourself to keep things very professional with him. He was part of the task force with you and emotions didn't need to get involved. Ghost always had his usual cold stone demeanor, you assumed there was nothing there on his end. He gave you the same amount of affection as he did with Soap, nothing but playful banter here and there but nothing came before missions. Even on our off time he would hang in the background when the task force would hang out. 

You start walking from the building and onto the heli, you see Pol, Alea, and Gate all strapped in ready to go. You grab your pack from the side and put it by your feet and buckle in. 

“Is everyone ready?” You say to your team. They all nod and give a sturdy ‘Yes Ma’am’. The door shuts and you feel the heli lift off the ground. “The mission should be rather simple,” you say trying to be loud enough so they can hear you, “We collect intel, possibly get a few things then we leave. In and out.” 

“In and out,” Pol says with a smile on his face. You give a smile back and try not to think about being above the ground, no matter how many times your were in planes or helicopters you hated the feeling of not being on solid ground.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the desolate terrain as the small team of operatives moved stealthily towards their objective. The base was a mere twelve clicks away from their drop-off point, nestled deep within enemy territory. The mission was simple: gather critical intel without alerting the hostiles to their presence. You led the way, your sharp eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. Beside you, Sergeant Alea maintained radio silence, her fingers deftly adjusting the settings on her portable communications device.

Private Pol and Gate, both seasoned soldiers, followed closely behind, their movements synchronized with military precision. The crunch of gravel beneath their boots seemed to echo louder in the silence, each step a reminder of the perilous nature of their mission.

The team reached a vantage point overlooking the enemy base, the cold wind ruffling their uniforms as they huddled together, peering through their night-vision goggles. In the distance, the enemy base sprawled like a hive of activity, unaware of the impending threat.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you addressed the team. "Stay sharp, everyone. We need those visuals on the base, but we can't afford to be seen."

Sergeant Alea nodded in acknowledgement, her fingers dancing over the communication device once more, relaying critical information back to their command center. The intel they gathered could change the course of the entire operation.

Minutes turned into hours as they continued their surveillance, your eyes never wavering from the base. The tension in the air was palpable, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Pol and Gate pushed a bit forward, while you and Alea stayed a bit behind. Your point of vision being able to see almost everything. Alea scribbles down times and notes when trucks would pull in and out of the compound.

"Lieutenant." Pol said over the comms, "We see a group of five coming out of the base, seems to be a patrol group, they are coming a little bit too close for comfort." he states.

Your heart raced as you scanned the approaching patrol through your night-vision goggles. They were closing in fast, and it was clear that their cover was about to be compromised. Without hesitation, you barked out orders. "Pol, Gate, fall back and find cover. Alea, keep relaying that information. I'll distract them and draw their attention away."

Pol and Gate retreated silently, fading into the darkness as Alea continued her vital work.

You stepped out from your hiding spot, your heart pounding in your chest. The patrol drew nearer, their flashlights cutting through the night. With practiced ease, you aimed your silenced pistol and took a deep breath, ready to create a diversion.

But just as you were about to squeeze the trigger, a sudden burst of gunfire erupted from the shadows. Bullets whizzed past you, and you felt a searing pain in your side. You stumbled backward, instinctively returning fire as best you could.

The patrol was caught off guard, their attention diverted from your team members. In the chaos, you managed to take down one of the enemy soldiers, but the pain in your side was overwhelming.

As the firefight raged on, you felt yourself growing weaker. It was then that you saw Pol, his eyes wide with fear and determination, rushing towards you. With all the strength you could muster, you tried to shout a warning, but it was too late.

A bullet meant for you found its mark, and you crumpled to the ground. Through the haze of pain and darkness, you could see Pol, his face contorted with grief, kneeling by your side. He grabs the back of your collar and drags you away from the flying bullets.

"Lieutenant I am so sorry, where did you get hit?" He is panicking right now. You take a deep breath and pull up your shirt that was tucked in. A bullet wound on your right side and another one through your shoulder. Pol saw both bullet wounds and his face paled. That was never a good sign. You here footsteps rushing towards us and Gate appears Pol.

"We have to go now!" He shouts, the both of them pull you up your arms slung over their shoulders. Alea was only a few feet away and you could see her on comms asking for evac.

"Lieutenant Crow has been shot! Get us out of here now, we are making our way to evac point!" She shouts into the mouth piece. "Crow you better fucking stay with us." She tells you as the three of you meet her.

Your eyes felt heavy and your body was numb from the adrenaline. Your feet barely kept you up and it seemed as if Pol and Gate were just dragging you at this point. Certain thoughts flashed through your head but one of them just kept coming up, "Come back safe to me". Fuck, why did this have to happen. You thought of Ghosts calm and collected eyes just turning into panic as he got the news that you were hurt. Probably dead. You were losing a lot of blood, you could feel it soak into your shirt.

Your squad made it back to the evac point, barley, but you made it. Pol lifted you into the heli and set you down on the floor of it. Alea got right to work and started to examine your wounds. Two GSW's both a clean enter and exit. You grabbed Alea's arm and for a second she stopped what she was doing to look at you, "If I dont make it-" you start out but she cuts you off, "Crow you are going to make it, knock that bullshit off" she snaps at you. continuing to bandage you up as best as she could.

"You gotta tell Pol this isn't his fault," you start "but also, you have to let Ghost know I'm sorry." She doesn't look at you at first but you yank her arm so she meets your eyes. She sees the seriousness in them and nods her head.

Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You take a shaky breath in and exhale as calmly as you can. The last thing you remember is Ghosts words in your head, "Come back safe to me."

*Authors Note: There will most likely be a part two lol ill just have to see where I want take this, if you read this I really hope you enjoyed it :)*

#modern warfare #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod x reader

[samisonehotman]

𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞 — 11:10PM

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Colby Brock / Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "Don't Shut Me Out." / You take off into the Vegas desert after you and Colby get into a fight

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Angst / SFW

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 30 Day Masterlist

Vegas in the winter was miserable. It got below 'holy fuck it's cold' after sundown and left every breathing thing wishing it'd just catch hypothermia and die. And that exact thing led you to starting a tiny little fire nestled against a boulder.

You and Colby had gotten into one of the nastiest fights so far, leading him to storm off further into the townhouse yelling some rude nonsense about how 'being your best friend was so difficult'. In turn, you walked right out the front door and slammed it extra hard just to send a message. One road led to another, and another brought you to the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. Paved road had turned to dirt, and you had found yourself hidden away in a field filled with sizeable rocks and bushes.

The silence stretched far back behind your little nook, quite literally not a single sound more than the crackling of fire. And, on top of that, the fire was— obviously— only able to really warm one side of you. You were honestly very shocked that there had been no emotion the moment you slammed the door. Up until this point, sitting in the dust, you had felt... nothing, honestly. Your phone sat screen up in the dirt, fire reflecting off the screen to make a little square of orange. You had done so good about handling your feelings and expressing them: and now, seeing Colby's contact pop up on your phone screen as it rang, broke you.

At first the tears were slow. One pattered onto your thigh, soaked up by your jeans. Then, two and three heavy, thick drops fell. The damn broke, and you went from emotionless to sobbing in the middle of a field, cold, lonely and hurt. The incessant ringing cut off, and you were left in the near silence again.

After some time that you didn't keep track of, headlights pulled up a distance behind you. It didn't garner a reaction. It was Colby, nobody else would be all the way out here; and especially not for you. Silently, he sat down in the dirt next to you. "Your location was still on Life360." He whispers, his own voice hoarse. You don't even acknowledge him. "Don't shut me out." Colby says, nudging your shoulder with his.

"I didn't know my habits bothered you so much." Finally, after several long minutes, you speak. Colby stares at the fire, "They don't. I was just angry and said things I shouldn't." You lean against his shoulder, head tipped to rest in the crook of his neck. His head lays on yours, and you smile for the first time all night. "I'm sorry." He apologizes. while he doesn't elaborate, you don't expect nor want him to. And you weren't apologizing; you weren't at fault.

Colby convinces you to get up and get in your car, eventually. It's some time very late into the night, cold and dark. You follow him home— after kicking the fire out— and even though you park second, you're in the house first. Before you can march up to your room, a hand grabs your arm and spins you. "I don't think apologizing is enough." Colby says, holding you close. You sigh. It'll be rocky for the next few days.

Tired eyes blink, long. Weary brain finally losing its emotional adrenaline, you're hardly aware you're moving until you're hyperaware of being in your best friend's bed. "Why can't I be in my bed?" You ask, voice cracking. "You're freezing. I'm worried." Colby bites back, and he's right; you can't feel your digits and there's a subtle but firm tremble to your body. So you let him crawl in and pull you close, and he lets you leech off your body heat. You start crying again, at some point. In the dark, in your best friend's bed, in his arms. He shushes you, hand softly stroking your hair. You feel emotionally broken, fighting with Colby had drawn so much energy.

"We'll talk in the morning, go to sleep." Colby whispers when your cold hands clutch onto his shirt, trying to ground your body raked with sobs. He doesn't try to make the tears go away, just holds you close and whispers sweet nonsense you only catch occasionally. "I hope you never try to shut me out." He murmurs, right before you fall asleep.

#Don't Shut Me Out. #3: #colby brock fluff #colby brock x reader #xplr #sam and colby #samandcolby #colby brock #colbybrock #11/13/22

[trials-of-a-spirit-worker]

Hi, I happened to stumble upon your page and I have an inquiry.

So ever since I was a child I was VERY attracted to witchcraft even though I had no access to it. Like it was something unconscious, I live in Saudi Arabia and everyone is VERY RELIGIOUS to the point where even Harry Potter was banned before I could even watch it as a child (just emphasizing the fact that I had no way to know witchcraft) but somehow I knew what it was. In my specific case, it had to do with demons. I always found myself thinking about them in completely unrelated situations like thoughts would suddenly pop up in my head. I would also unconsciously try to summon one like some third party was willing me to do so and I just felt very obligated to at least, I was very young when this happened (I'm talking 4-6 years old). Later on, whenever I would wake up I would see a blurry gray silhouette of what seemed to be a man rising with me from bed, being outside when I opened the bathroom door waiting, felt like I was being watched in the shower, visited in my dreams, etc. When I grew older (13-15) it started to get REALLY weird. Like the thing would visit me in my dreams whatever the dream was and somehow I would wake up with my hand in my private??? Like I would wake up touching myself every. Time. It. Visited. Sometime last year I got a nightmare of said demon\figure chained in the corner of my room snarling at me and trying to get to me. Later on, I had a dream of being watched by owls, seagulls, and some other brown bird, I was aware in the dream that it was 3 a.m., my bed was moved from an angle and I could see human remains and trash under. Could you please help me piece together what all of this means? I still want to practice witchcraft but every time I try to I get super dizzy and I feel like I'm being watched. (I'm a solar witch and a 16-year-old female)

Hello anon!

When I was younger, I also felt the pull to witchcraft/spirit work. I think it just means we're a little more sensitive to the call. Anyone can be a witch, yes.

But there are signs that come to us that sometimes just shouldn't be ignored.

I hope you're being safe first of all. I don't know how restrictive your situation is and I do know some places in Saudi Arabia and other surrounding places can be less tolerant of witchcraft and non-accepted religions and practices. Much like parts of the states are the same way. As a closet witch myself, I sincerely hope you'll find a place one day when you're older to practice freely without fear.

Second, my first thought is some form of incubi because of the sexual touching but I don't want to jump the gun and misinform you. But harmful spirits do sometimes use sexual misconduct to weaken a person's resolve. Or...some spirits are just really weird like that. In either case, I'm so sorry this is happening to you.

If you can, find some jade for better dreaming. Moonstones, Obsidian and Amethyst are good protection too.

If you have a diffuser or any way to release essential oils, sage would be a good one to have on you. Peppermint, Sweet Orange, Tea Tree and Frankincense are great for better dreams and should hopefully repel that strange entity hounding you.

If you have incense, those would work wonderfully as well especially in any of those scents I mentioned above.

Because whatever is going on really does seem like torment on the entities side. You don't deserve that.

Pray to whoever you worship for guidance and protection from this twisted entity that's bothering you. If you don't have an deity who you follow, I recommend just looking to the universe to give you the wisdom and protection to deal with this being.

A small truck that anyone with any level of energy work should learn/work to master is warding yourself off. Again, anyone you worship or work with, ask them for their protection, envision a cloak, a light, a bubble—I've heard many forms of this shielding whatever works for you and comes naturally and cover yourself in it. Something that'll work to bring you peace. Even if the entity shatters it the first couple times, be persistent. Put it up again.

It'll show the entity you're not going to tolerate suffering from it any longer.

Stand strong, lift up your head, and keep hope. I truly hope this helps you even if it's just a little bit, and don't hesitate to come back of you need more help.

I'm sorry this took so long, I wasn't ignoring you. Life gets away from you sometimes...you know? But I'll do my best to help with what I can.

#witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #witch community #spirit work #spirit witch #advice #anon ask #anonymous #energy magic #good luck anon #answered asks

[aurorarouge8]

Writer's Block

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Ratchet X Reader (Platonic)

Reader has writer's block.

*I do not own gif*

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"Write," I muttered to myself snappily. Despite my mind being filled with a century's worth of ideas, I could hardly find the words to translate them into stories. Let alone have a solitary idea for where I should take my current story. "Write," I muttered again, this time louder than I'd previously intended, catching the attention of Ratchet.

"It doesn't write for you," Ratchet quipped from his workstation, grumpy as ever. I knew logically that his tone wasn't directed at me, rather a project that he was working on. However, in my sour mood, logic had been thrown out the window, and this was obviously a grump with me.

Pursing my lips together, I held back a snappy comment about technology and that it probably could with text to speech or AI. Nevertheless, I stayed quiet, bubbling with my frustrations that eventually popped into the sad relief of disapair. It was better than the alternative of anger and saying things I shouldn't, but it never seemed better as I slouched into the couch.

After a brief moment, I finally spoke up, "I know," I said while sighing and rubbing my eyes tirelessly. "I just can't write. I haven't been able to for months. I've tried, but the story I'm writing feels disconnected from the other chapters, and it's been months without an upload!" My frustration began to bubble again towards myself, "the one-shots that I've come up with, well I can't find a way to write them. I have these ideas, but they're all crazy, and how do I even begin to put them down to paper? Or detail the events that lead up to that point, Ratchet? I just can't write," I cried out, grateful that it was just us in the base.

Taken aback by my sudden declaration, Ratchet stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. He wasn't upset by my outburst or believed it to be silly (to a certain point). He'd heard every human and/or bot snap and cry out in displeasure at some point, and he was familiar with it within himself. He also understood the frustration of having blocks in work. "It'll go away, give it time," he told me in response to my simple problem.

"It's been months!" I reiterated tirelessly. It was becoming overwhelming, I had so many ideas with no way to release them. Every time I tried to write, it was all wrong; too many details, too little detail, wrong word, wrong sentence, it makes no sense. It was dreadful.

Hanging my head low between my knees, I gave up. I couldn't possibly find the right words to describe what I wanted to say. The soft clanging of his footsteps trodded over, stopping as he stood by the human loft area. I didn't bother to look up. "Tell me a story." He said, a careful softness to his voice.

At his words, I lifted my head in confusion at the request, "What?"

"Tell me a story," he repeated. "You've always described writing as telling a story. So, you talk, get out of your own way, and I'll scribe." He explained, his usual grumpness now back in his voice as he described what he thought was fairly obvious.

Although I would be willing to give it a try, I grumbled to myself, "I'll just pick it to shreds like I always do." The words wouldn't be right, or a sentence would be wrong. The tale would be garbage.

Ratchet rolled his eyes, closing my laptop with the tap of his finger. "Probably, but you could give it a try," he reminded, "a try not taken, is a chance unlived."

With a sigh, I nodded my head and crossed my legs while turning to face him. "Well... I suppose so... there was once a town..."

#transformers x reader #rachet #transformers #transformers prime #Rachet x reader #platonic

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: They won their match but lost each other in the months that followed. So Hook's not expecting the text he gets one afternoon on a quiet day in the middle of his bogus suspension: "What could Danhausen have done differently?"

(You know me too well and keep hitting all my damn fave tropes lmao lmao)

He's already hit the gym, had breakfast, and marathoned an entire season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (which will never, ever go anywhere beyond himself and his Netflix account), so admittedly, he's already in a fairly odd state of mind when the text comes through, which might explain why all he can do is stare at it for several minutes stretched long and languid.

What could Danhausen have done differently?

Hook's heart thunders against his ribs.

Done differently? Is he...is he talking about them, like them as in the heavy with meaning, full of finality them Hook still finds himself choking on in the darkest parts of the night? But neither of them have bothered to reach out for months: their whirlwind tag team had slowed into only occasional lunches, then to a few erratic texts, and then...silence.

Of all the things that Hook regrets, this is easily the biggest one; the one that sometimes stumbles him when it gums up his legs, the one that still sends butterflies out into his stomach when he catches sight of the familiar face paint backstage. He's out of it, and bored, and antsy and that's the only reason that his fingers manage to type back a reply before the roar of self-preservation panic can stop them.

It wasn't your fault. Hits send.

Then his heart flares huge, swelling through his throat as he struggles to keep his food down. He shouldn't have answered. He shouldn't have--

His phone screen lights up. But Danhausen must have done something wrong.

"No," Hook whispers, to his quiet apartment, the space he barely knows anymore. Writes back: You did nothing wrong.

The seconds feel like hours.

Then why did Hook disappear? Danhausen thought we were friends.

We were friends, Hook types, and hates how awful it sounds. Past tense? Well, he certainly can't lie, not about this.

The response: What happened? Please tell me.

Hook bites down on his lip. Thinks. Hates the way his stomach has begun to churn.

Before he has time to formulate a reply, another message comes through: Danhausen misses Hook very much.

Hook misses Danhausen so much he's fairly certain he'll be devoured by the agony, but he can't...he doesn't know how to write it, explain it.

He's stuck, unable to offer an explanation that doesn't give his whole heart away. And he's too fucking scared; that's the rub. He's always been too fucking scared, and so he bolted.

He must delay far too long, because Danhausen sends another text, clearly assuming Hook is refusing the rest of the conversation: It's okay. Hook is not beholden to Danhausen. He does not need to explain anything. But

The text stops. There's nothing more. Why isn't there anything more? Hook stopped breathing two minutes ago.

Finally, the rest pops up: Danhausen thinks Hook is more valuable than anything else in the world, even if Hook never wants to speak to him again.

"What?" Hook inhales, the air cutting like glass shards along his throat. His nerves flare spiky, barbed.

He types, blindly, head spinning, you were the only thing I could think about. All the time.

He breathes. Thinks he might die right here, on his couch.

Really? His phone displays. But Hook was the only thing Danhausen wanted. All the time.

He can't...he can't mean that...

Hook writes: wanted how?

In every way possible, comes the reply.

Hook slams his thumb down on the green CALL button so hard he nearly breaks his phone. It rings once, twice, and then Danhausen picks up with a cautious, "Hook?"

"I've loved you since June," Hook says, and he doesn't know how, isn't sure how he gets the damn words out past his teeth, isn't sure how he hasn't puked by now. "D, I couldn't... I didn't know how..."

"Oh," Danhausen says, an exhale. A sigh. "Oh, Hook. We have been very foolish."

"Have we?" Hook whispers. He's too afraid to hope.

"Yes," Danhausen says, soft. "Hook. Danhausen loves you, too."

Hook swallows, his whole body shaking. "Yeah?"

"Mm." There's a pause, and some sort of scuffle in the background, noise Hook can't identify. "Hold please, Hook. Danhausen has just seen Stokely."

"What--"

"I'll call you back," Danhausen says. "Danhausen must go commit murder for you."

"Wait, wait, wait--"

"Hello, Stokely!" He hears, just before the line clicks dead, leaving Hook to stare at his phone trying to figure out what just happened and how to function normally with the euphoria mixed with trepidation flooding through his veins.

What, and he cannot emphasize this enough, the fuck?

#please ignore me having 17 mental breakdowns in the corner thanks!!!!

[aquagirl1978]

heya! i hope you’re doing well! I absolutely loved the hc of ikevamp Leonardo and Arthur getting frustrated with mc but reconciling after some hurt feelings and space but i was wondering if you could do it where the roles are reversed so mc is mad at them? and possibly add le comte & vlad to the mix of you feel comfortable writing them? ( i wanna make sure i’m not overstepping your guidelines) also i know your more invested ikemen prince which also slays ✨💖 lol so if you want you can write something more loosely similar for characters of your choosing like a small drabble or something if you desire to or feel up to it. Thank you sm! Have an amazing day! !! ❤️❤️🎀✨🌙💛

Hi @iheartgirlymcs111 - I'm so glad you loved those headcanons! Sorry this took me a while to get to (I'll blame summer vacation for going by so fast!). It took me some time to think of some scenarios, but I hope you like this. (And while my blog does tend to lean towards Prince, I do actively read Vamp - and gladly accept requests for Vamp!)

IKEMEN VAMPIRE HEADCANONS - MC REACTION TO BEING MAD AT SUITOR (ARTHUR, LEONARDO, COMTE, VLAD)

Arthur Conan Doyle

"Why do you always have to tease Isaac?" you asked pointedly, hands on your hips.

Arthur looked at you over his coffee mug, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Every day, you pick on Isaac."

"But he likes it!"

"No, Arthur, he doesn't. Don't you notice how quiet he gets? How he often leaves the room to get away from you?"

Arthur put down his mug. He got out of his chair and approached you - but you pushed him away.

"A hug and a kiss will not solve this." Arthur looked down at you, a frown marring his face. "Pouting won't help either."

Sighing, you walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are going?" Arthur called out, following you.

"To my room. Please don't follow me." Arthur sighed, but obeyed your wishes, returning to his mug of coffee.

Alone in your room, you sat with your thoughts, wondering what you could do about this situation. Sighing, you fell on your plush bed, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would soon come and ease your thoughts.

You weren't sure how long you were napping, but a persistent knock at your door woke you.

Before you could answer it, Arthur opened the door a crack, popping his head inside. Crossing your arms, protecting your heart, you returned to your bed.

"Listen, luv," Arthur said softly. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that." Your ears perked up at his words; you tilted your face towards his, curious to hear what else he had to say. He reached out for your hand, which you tentatively gave, the walls in your heart gently crumbling.

"I thought about what you said.... And as much as I hate to admit, you are right. I can be..." His big blue eyes searched yours, hoping he hadn't ruined what you had, that he could salvage things. "I can be better."

Your heart filled with warmth hearing his words. You always knew Arthur was a good man. Now he just had to figure that out, but you would always be there, happy to help him figure that out.

Leonardo da Vinci

"Leonardo, ahh.... Please don't stop."

Leonardo's teeth grazed your delicate skin, his mouth fastened to your slender neck. In the heat of the moment, he moaned against your skin, your fingers carding through his dark locks as his fangs descended.

As if doused with a bucket of ice water, Leonardo rolled off you immediately.

Disappointed, you wrapped yourself in a sheet, your body still breathless.

"You don't need to stop every time..."

Leonardo shook his head. "No, cara mia. I have to."

It broke your heart to see your love so conflicted - you were aware that the closer the bond with a vampire, the higher their desire, their need to drink from their lover. You also knew his deep desire to never pass this curse onto you - he never wanted you to lose your humanity.

But Leonardo wasn't the only conflicted one - you once had wanted to be turned. But that option was taken from you, ripped from you. Without consultation or debate. Most times, this did not bother you. But sometimes, like tonight, it did.

You climbed out of the bed; collecting your clothes, you began to get dressed - which was no small feat considering the state Leonardo kept his room in.

"Where are you going?" His amber eyes wavered with sadness as he reached out to you.

"I think it's best if I leave for a while." You turned and walked out of his room, making your way to the kitchen.

Once in the familiar surroundings of the kitchen, you made yourself a cup of tea. As you drank the warm tea, your mind filled with sweet memories of Leonardo.

Deep down, you knew he had your best interests at heart - even if sometimes, the thought of losing him sooner than later made you dream of eternal life.

By the time you were done with your beverage, your heart told you to return to your love. Grabbing a bottle of Rogue from the cabinet, as well as a clean glass, you made your way back to Leonardo's room.

Opening the door, you heard the soft sounds of a sleeping Leonardo. Your heart smiling, you made your way to the bed.

"Cara mia?" His voice filled with sleep, he reached out for you; this time you let him in, allowing him to pull you close. He took the glass from your hand, carefully filling it with the life-sustaining substance.

He drank quickly, for now it was time for you two to properly make up after your fight.

le Comte de Saint Germain

"Ma cherie, your dress for tonight is laid out on your bed."

"My dress? For tonight?"

"Oh," your lover said, his voice innocent and sweet. "I must have forgot to tell you. We were invited to a ball this evening..."

"Another ball..." you muttered under your breath.

Immediately picking up on your change, le Comte tilted your chin towards him with his thumb. "What's wrong, ma cherie?"

Sighing, you debated how to tell him how you felt - how do you say to this wonderfully kind, generous to a fault, sweet, loving man that you feel suffocated?

"Comte," you said, the pressure in your heart building. "When do I get a night with just my boyfriend? No balls. No dancing. No fancy gowns."

"I thought you liked this..."

"I do... but it's a lot. I'm feeling...."

"Do you not like the dresses? We can get you some new gowns."

Closing your eyes, you hoped your heart wouldn't beat right out from your chest. "Comte, it's not just the dresses. I want a boyfriend. Now a father parading me around to all the nobles."

Comte looked crestfallen at your words. "Is that how you see me?"

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to my room." You stood up and walked to your room, leaving the love of your life lost and confused.

Walking into your room, you found the ball gown spread on your bed; the gown was shades of golden honey, reminiscent of your love's eyes, the perfect shade for an autumn ball.

Flopping on the bed, careful not to disturb the gown, you wondered if you had overreacted perhaps. Comte was different from you, this was true. There would always be a part of him you didn't fully understand due to those intrinsic differences.

For some unexplained reason, you found your fingers dancing along the fabric of the gown, the many layers of gold reminding you of your love.

As if compelled to do so, you found yourself changing into the golden gown. You quickly pinned your hair up and put on your favorite necklace. As ready as you could be, you ran off in search of le Comte.

You found him on the balcony, the scent of cigarillos still fresh in the air. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his eyes widening when he saw you dressed.

"I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I changed my mind." You looked around nervously, glad that he was out here alone. "If it isn't too late..."

"It's never too late, ma cherie." Comte approached you, a bright smile spread on his lips as he swept you into his arms in a tight embrace. "But I don't think I can share you tonight. Let's stay home tonight, we can dance here."

Vlad

As soon as you saw him headed towards the withering bud, you ran, stopping in between Vlad and the rose.

"Vlad! You cannot keep plucking any and every bloom you think is decaying."

"And why not?" he asked gently. He reached his hand out, his fingers stroking the browned petals. "This one is sick, it will ruin the rest of the bush."

"It still has life in it." You pulled his hand away, your eyes glaring daggers at his. "If you keep this up, you will be left with a garden of nothing. It will all be gone. Do you want that?"

"No. But if I leave the diseased one...."

You threw your hands up in frustration. "I cannot listen to this. I'm going back to the mansion."

The heavens chose that moment to open up and unleash a downpour of rain; Vlad looked at you sadly as you turned and walked away, making no movement to try and stop you.

During the carriage ride home, you stared out the window at the pouring rain as you wiped the tears from your face.

Before you wanted it to, the carriage arrived at the mansion, your tears still wet on your face. After thanking the driver, you stepped out and saw Vlad waiting by the door.

You scrubbed your cheek with the heel of your hand and lifted your face as you headed towards the pureblood.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice taking on the similar chill of the rain around you.

Vlad flinched at your words. "I didn't pluck the bloom," he said quietly. Sighing, his eyes met yours. "I don't want an empty garden." He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his snow-white head against your shoulder.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. You loved this man; nothing was going to change that. Vlad had so much good in him, you knew you could help him right his ways. Step by step.

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #arthur conan doyle #ikevamp arthur #leonardo da vinci #ikevamp leonardo #comte de saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #vlad #ikemen headcanons #otome #otome games

[fireemblems24]

Golden Wildfire Ch 8

Spoilers for GW up to Ch 8 below.

STORY

Shahid may as well have been called "plot tool" lol.

Are Claude and Edelgard going to make some kind of Alliance now? I hope he's not stupid about it.

Claude's like maybe attacking the larger, richer country with more soldiers and resources wasn't a good idea, lamo. As much as I loved punching the Empire for once rather than just always fighting defensively, Claude really picked up the stupid stick.

It hurts every time I see Judith.

Man, I don't like how they retconned Gloucester. He's getting treated like a saint now. It's so weird. I feel like they softened up a lot of people, and I'm not sure i like it.

Haha, at least he called the Empire foolish for starting a two-front war.

CAMP

Oh, wow, no side missions. I have two paralogues unlocked though, so I'll probably do those.

Honestly, I'm a bit relieved. These levels take forever and I'm not even putting time into plotting builds or anything. I def want to replay AG one day where I put more time into just building out all my favs.

Honestly, part of me is tempted to drop AG and speed run SB and GW (which are both really boring so far, sorry) so that way I can just blow through them and take my time with AG, but I can't imagine not going back to AG to keep me going lol.

I'll just do an indulgent, S-Rank everything, unlock all the everything AG type run later.

MARIANNE & BERNADETTA B SUPPORT

Not who I would've picked to support Marianne, but I can see it.

Yep, this is as awkward as you would've guessed with neither sure what to say and lots of just "..." and "ums."

Bernie finally breaks the silence talking about pretty bugs. Marianne is into the conversation since she's a Disney princess animal lover. And Bernie just like creepy things.

Then it dies. And Marianne struggles to find another topic and talks about the sunrise.

In the end they had a successful conversation. Since I support Marianne having friends, I support this.

LORENZ & BALTHUS C SUPPORT

So why does Balthus get a support with Lorenz, but not Hilda?

Balthus asked Lorenz about a Claude investigation, but Lorenz doesn't know much about it.

Lorenz thinks Balthus' father is behind the questions. Balthus is doing it for money, unsurprisingly.

Lorenz puts down Balthus as a corrupt commoner, but Balthus is secretly a commoner, which doesn't surprise me since Hilda and Holst are his buddies.

Lamo, Balthus said Lorenz says whatever just pops into his head. Doesn't sound like a compliment.

BALTHUS, HOLST, & HILDA PARALOGUE

I'm using two of the three, so this shouldn't be too bad. I can make Balthus an adjunct.

Balthus is hiding from someone, then turns around and asks Hilda and Shez for money. Hilda encourages him to pay them back. Then Balthus leaves.

Holst arrives and bothers Shez about bothering Hilda. Then they catch him up about Balthus.

Balthus sounds like an absolute nightmare and asshole of a person, ngl. He steals from people, fights, and drinks. Hilda and Holst can do better.

Oh, shit. The goal is to rescue Balthus, so I can't just rescue him? But the Golden Deer are basically broke, so IDK if I can level him up enough to survive.

So his stepmother sent assassins after him because she wants her younger son to lead instead. Honestly, don't blame her for that last half, but big yikes.

Ok, that wasn't too bad since I got to control Balthus pretty quickly.

Balthus seem wholly unbothered by his step-mother trying to kill him. He talks about it like she's throwing a tantrum, lol.

Did Balthus' real mom raise Shez?

LEONIE & SHAMIR PARALOGUE

Welp, they didn't get a support this time, but they got this at least. Feels bad Shamir didn't get one with Cyril, but I don't think the poor dude is even playable this time around.

Shamir is trying to pull a mysterious vanishing act and Shez can guess what she's up too including romantic rendezvous, fighting, or drinking. See, this is why Catherine and Shamir are meant for each other.

Ohhh, Shamir is breaking up with someone.

Not a former lover, though. A noble who has an infatuation with her and is threatening her if she doesn't come back. Shamir plans on just dealing with it herself.

Lamo, Shamir doesn't mind killing them.

Leonie is leveled up, but not Shamir, so Leonie will just tout her around.

Shamir burned the captain bad - "You're still alive. I guess it's true only the good die young." Like, damn, woman.

They sent a whole army against Shamir lol.

Cool to see three mercenary women all talking mercenary stuff.

Wait, WHAT? A WOMAN is the one after Shamir. Go off, Fire Emblem.

Leonie, my sweet summer child, has no idea what Shamir was alluding to. That's Caspar/Hilda support levels of naive, except Leonie's older lamo.

MAIN BATTLE/STORY

Short chapter this time around, which is nice. I saw it's the same for Scarlet Blaze in chapter 9. I'm assuming Azure Gleam will get a chapter like this too, except that time I'll be bummed.

Shahid has no personality outside of bloodthirsty idiot.

So Shahid has no clue that Claude is in the army he's attacking. So Edelgard is the only one the writers don't make kill their own family. Claude and Dimitri are just built for angst.

Yep, here's a cut scene where poor Claude gets to kill family now. He should've just let Shez do it. Cool cut scene though.

Claude thought he wouldn't feel bad about it, but he does. That's just being human, Claude.

Lorenz is like a whole ass 10 levels ahead of everyone else. Dude is a monster in this game.

Will the Golden Deer actually learn Claude is from Almyra this time? Claude lied again, saying he just went there for political stuff and that's why he meant Nader. Ah, well, maybe later on.

Shahid really was just a plot tool in the end. He had no personality and was just the evil prince from Almyra that makes it easy to wrap that up with a nice bow.

Lamo, Raphael gets closer to figuring it out about Claude than anyone else. Perfect.

Arval is like ugh, why are they celebrating? There's still a war going on. Arval is a party pooper, confirmed.

Claude feeling bad because he killed Shahid, which would have more weight if Shahid was an actual character.

Arval doesn't trust Claude, but I swear if I hear the word "scheme" in a Claude route one more time, I'm going to scream.

xxx

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

[lightvsdark18]

Some responses to voicelines (Ruggie)

Hey, here's your prize! Shyeheehee, ain't it nice to be rewarded just for coming to school every day? You better be here tomorrow, too.

*confused and shunned to speak*

Why're you tryin' to look after me? You're such a weirdo.

What's wrong with wanting to help you out?

You really are such a goody-goody. Don't come cryin' to me if it bites you in the rear. Though depending on what it's about, I miiight be inclined to lend a helpin' hand.

Good to know, you brat.

Looks like I'm still growing. I gotta keep you around!

Oh, now you need me.

School Uniform

As they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Unless someone else is paying for it.

Can you really afford to be spacing out?

... Maybe a little bit.

Need somethin' from me? I'll hear you out if you gimme something in return.

Like what?

I'm willing to keep an eye on Grim anytime you need a break. How's ten marks an hour sound?

... I'll think about it.

You gotta think about what you'll be doin' after graduation and act accordingly. Life doesn't end with graduation, y'know.

I'm fully aware of that, Ruggie. It's just hard when you have no motivation.

P.E. Uniform

I'm a whiz at sports. Well, I'm better than you, anyway.

I don't play sports, so you're really not complimenting yourself there, Ruggie.

Uuugh, I'm starving. I wanna gorge on sugary donuts dunked in milk until I pop.

... Chocolate donut holes.

You got on Coach Vargas' bad side? Just compliment his physique and all will be forgiven.

But he doesn't deserve compliments from me.

Labwear

You'd better stay away from the botanical garden. If you bother Leona while he's trying to nap... Ooh, I shudder to think.

You act like I haven't disturbed his naps before.

Jack is growing a cactus in his room. Is it for emergency rations or somethin'?

I think he's just growing it for fun.

When it comes to cooking, all I can do is throw together whatever's on hand, but it seems like Leona doesn't care as long as it's edible.

I have a cheap meal idea: rice, ground meat and taco seasoning.

I can tell you what was on last year's test. I'll even give you the friend discount!

I think I can handle the test on my own, thanks though.

Ceremonial Robes

You don't know about this school's history? But you GO here!

That doesn't mean I'll look up the history. I shouldn't even be here.

How about a nice picture of you in your robes to remember the occasion? It's just ten thaumarks a copy! What a steal, right?

Really, Ruggie?

Ugh, I'm beat. I'm always so tense durin' formal ceremonies, since I'm not used to them yet. How about you?

I get fidgety from sitting for so long.

Your makeup's smudged. It's okay, I'll fix it. Don't worry, I used to do this as a part-time job!

Oh, okay.

Dorm Uniform

Who just stepped foot in my territory?

I got leftover cookies.

I'm heading to the cafeteria with Leona. Wanna come with? Havin' another gofer will make things a lot easier.

*shakes head playfully*

The most important thing on the savanna is to never let your guard down. If you do… you'll be someone's dinner!

Grim, he meant you'll get bullied.

Even if you can't use magic, there're plenty of ways you can make up for it. Want the whole lecture?

No, not really.

Gala Couture

I used to babysit the neighborhood kids back when I lived in the slums. I'd make 'em flower crowns like this.

Aw.

Leona looked almost princely in his fairy getup. ...Wait, duh. He IS a prince.

But he doesn't act like one.

Easy there. If this outfit gets wrinkled, Professor Crewel's gonna chew our heads off.

He can kiss my ass, I don't want to be here.

Halloween

You better run if you don't want your treasure plundered!

What happens if I don't have treasure for you to steal?

Hmm. Pie, gratin, soup… Oh, don't mind me. Just debating what to do with all the pumpkin guts we scooped outta the jack-o'-lanterns.

... I think the soup because it's chilly out. Heh, pumpkin donuts.

Did you see what Ortho did to scare people? He'd ambush 'em and blast loud screams and banging sounds. The way people jumped and freaked out was hilarious!

I hope he doesn't do that to me cause that hurt me than scare me.

It's a Halloween night packed with ghosts. You might wanna take off now if you don't wanna get scared.

You're saying this to a horror fan. The fun is just starting.

Pirate ships remind me of this time I worked on a cruise ship and got real seasick. Luckily, I adjusted after a few days at sea. a price, of course.

You worked on a cruise?

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst voicelines

[loyaltylanced]

1010 words under the cut. Small warning for the brief, implied death of a child.

" Why am I here, again? "

" Well... You are the weigher of souls, sir. "

" She's a child. She hasn't lived long enough to damn herself to hell. "

The child in question is quickly lifted up, held close. It's -- not quite upsetting, it happens all the time, but rather -- somber, every time he has to do this. One little life, cut so short. She seems entranced by everything, the vivid greenery, the nature around them, and there's something so innocent in it that Michael has to find the amusement in it.

He shoots the other angel a stern look, regardless.

" You can easily be replaced. Don't bother me with something so trivial again. "

The petrified look on his face is almost satisfying.

He steps away then, starts in and toward the countless doors that line the hallways. An idle wave of his hand, some long-forgotten motion that's more of a reflex, and another appears at the end of their walk. For her part, the child is quiet, finding whatever little thing grabs her attention. Babbling softly to herself, perhaps trying to make sense of this.

What a curious thing it must be. She'd barely had time to make sense of her world, and now -- well, adults can barely comprehend the sweet hereafter. He cannot imagine what it's like for a child.

He sets her down, kneels down to her level. " Is there anything you've always wanted? Something you've always wanted to be? To do? "

She ponders this. " I wanna be a dragon, " she whispers, as if it's some big secret; as if her mortal identity hangs in the balance.

To his credit, Michael hums in thought. " What kind of dragon? "

" Big and strong. Strong enough to protect the kingdom! " She's beaming, clapping her small hands together gleefully.

Oh.

" I'm sure you'll be the strongest dragon there is, " he assures. It's a relatively simple ask, a little reality warping here and there. A small smile turns the corner of his lips, and he leans in, matches her enthusiasm. " Would you like to breathe fire? "

She gasps, delighted.

" Yeah! And I wanna fly, like you! "

A glance to his own wings, then. A brief movement, almost a flutter, and a raised eyebrow at her. She giggles, nodding.

" Like that! "

" I think I can arrange that. " He looks up to the door, smiles almost wistfully. He stands, a palm presses against the cold steel. A beat of concentration, a glow around his hand, and he looks back down to her. She's taken to clinging to his leg, attention rapt on the door.

" Whoa. Are you magic? "

" Something like that. " She looks at him, suspicious.

" Like a witch? " He has to stop the snort of amusement. Oh, if only she knew.

" I suppose. But not like the wicked witches in fairytales, the good kind. " She seems to accept that.

" Like the fairy godmother! "

He does snort, this time. It's quiet, and she seems not to notice. " Are you ready? " He lifts her again, gestures to the door with his head.

" Are my mama and daddy gonna be there? " She's so quiet, tentative, and his heart would break if the archangel had one.

" In time. Do you think you can keep the kingdom safe until they arrive? " She brightens, as if given a task akin to Atlas. She nods, very seriously, and it's almost amusing how her head looks like it's about to pop off her shoulders.

" Uh huh! I'll be so brave! "

" I know you will. " It's quiet, soothing, and he steps over the threshold with her. It's like stepping into a scene from a storybook; all bright colors and whimsy, castles and knights on horses. A gloomy forest, dreary, and yet -- still that fairytale feel. Her eyes light up.

" This is just like in the book Mama used to read to me! "

" I'm glad, " he murmurs. There's always something so imaginitive about someone's personal heaven; something so human. It's so simple to appease her, and he supposes he shouldn't be surprised -- after all, not a day ago her biggest worry in her life had been whether or not her parents would read her one more book before she went to sleep.

And yet.

" Dragons live in castles. "

She's looking pointedly at his wings, enraptured and curious in the same note. A chuckle, and Michael readjusts her in his arms. " Is that right? " They move of their own accord, spread like he's going to take flight. He will, but he's giving her the warning.

She's absolutely giddy.

Angel flight is usually instantaneous, but he allows her to take the lead, explore the fanciful world that she's created. It has its own charm, and she seems pleased enough with it. She tugs at his wing, much like the rein on a horse, and he lands down on the top of the castle.

" You can always change things if you like, you know. Forever is a long time to be a dragon. "

She considers this.

" Yeah, but that's okay. " A tilt of his head. " When I wanna be something else, I'll just call you! "

He doesn't have the heart to tell her that's not how it works. He nods instead, thoughtfully.

She looks down, serious, like she's picked up on it. " -- You'll come back, right? When you bring Mama and Daddy? "

The nod is much more decisive this time.

" When they're ready. " She looks unconvinced, for a moment, and he supposes he can't blame her -- it will be years and years before either of her parents join her. Such is the frailty of life. " I promise. In the meantime -- " A glance around, exaggerated, that same reassuring smile returning to his face. " I think this castle could use a dragon. "

She's practically bouncing on her feet, that childish excitement over getting to be the dragon in the storybook overtaking her once again.

" I'm ready! "

It's simple, the boop of his finger to her nose; and as she starts to sprout wings, Michael takes that as his cue to leave. This is not his story to play out, after all.

#drabble tbt #tw; implied death #no one asked for dad michael but i decided that's what you get

[innytoes]

For the fanfic writer ask, 1, 5, 7, 13, and 28? Also, I absolutely love your writing, it's fricking amazing!!!! Happy fanfic writer appreciation day!!!!

1: Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Found family domesticity with plot sprinkled throughout. Even the Darkest Timeline is overwhelmingly just... people loving each other and trying to live their lives together.

5: Share one of your strengths.

I think I'm pretty good at writing dialogue. It's one of the first things that usually pop up in my brain and then I write the scene around it.

7: Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Her dad had taught her how to play the piano. They used to write songs together, squished together on the little bench in front of his keyboard. Her mom had taught her how to hack, fingers flying over a different type of keyboard, making music with code and bytes and command lines.

I love this bit from Breanna and the Phantoms, it's just so poetic and moody and it flowed out of my brain in one go.

13 What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Make Garbage You Enjoy! Write for yourself, not in the 'oh you shouldn't whine about comments because you should write for yourself' way but in the 'write pure self-indulgent nonsense' way. That super niche crossover you're pretty sure nobody but you will vibe with? WRITE IT. That smut fic with the kinks you've never seen in that particular fandom? WRITE IT. The forty millionth coffee shop AU of a fandom? WELL THIS ONE IS MADE BY YOU SO WRITE IT.

Write what makes you happy. It doesn't even have to be good. You don't even have to post it if you don't want. But the internet is wide and full of weirdos, so who knows who will find your work and be like YES. THIS IS WHAT I'VE WANTED EVEN IF I DIDN'T KNOW IT.

28 Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

There are SO MANY GOOD FIC WRITERS out there! Some that I know, because if you bother someone enough on tumblr you more or less become friends eventually.

To keep it fair, I'll link one person who isn't just one of my tumblr mutuals. RebelPaisley writes (wrote, I don't think they're writing for JATP anymore and I can't seem to wrestle my way through Descendants for long enough to be able to read their fic) amazing fics with lots of angst and misunderstandings and feels and they're funny and so good and it was TORTURE waiting for the weekly update because you just wanted to KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.

@invisibleraven is amazing, she finds ways to take cliché prompts and TURN THEM ON THEIR HEAD so you never actually know what you're going to get. A+ amazing domestic fluff but also sometimes heart-crushing angst or an AU you never thought would work. (And she has a new prompt list up every Friday which is both super cool and also made me freak the fuck out the one time she had a long weekend and posted it on Thursday because my freelancing ass never knows what day it is.)

@daintyduck99 is the queen of soft schmoop and wholesome fluff and her fics are like a cozy blanket to wrap yourself up in. Also the queen of Rulie, and the one who made me ship it hardcore in the first place.

There are so many more omg I am blessed.

#personal waffling #fic rec #kind of