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lustfulslxt · 5 months

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hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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Hello, I would like to request a dabble of Rowan in a suit and tie with the summoner. Like a sequel. The summoner removes his spell from the other guys before they left, Rowan came to the party after it was over. The summoner lets Rowen keep the ability to change his size himself so he can make it up to him. Like the others, Rowan is cocky, has huge pecs, and loves to hug. They spend the next day with size and muscle shenanigans in comparison to the others. Thank you 🙂

The requester asked for first person with changing perspectives. I’m admittedly rusty with 1st person PoV, so I hope it still came out well. Probably won’t be seeing much of this style from me lol

Sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy it!

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Seeing Sharena happily chat with Feh, the Askrian princess cooing at the strange owl, I can’t help but speed up my pace. Sharena always punctual with her time with Feh, then my lack of punctuality is true. Going from a steady walk to a rushed jog, my pecs bounce with every heavy foot that comes crashing down onto the tile. The tight clothing the summoner had given to me creases and stretches in my rush. Clothes far more formal than I'm used to, the summoner had gifted me a suit and a tie. The new garbs are admittedly a bit of more dubious quality but I’ve never cared for such things; thankfully, neither has Lianna. A simple black suit, that's a bit too tight but I kind of prefer it like that now. Under that is a plain white button up, the buttons strain from my pecs. Not that the sleeves aren't straining either, the fabric taut around my skin. A yellow-mustard tie reminiscent of my old tunic, the thin fabric kind of gets lost in between my pecs. And it is sometimes a bit too tight around my thick neck. Black slacks for pants, the admittedly soft fabric strains just as much as my sleeves, my powerful legs nearly visible with how tight they are. And when I run, well, I may have been the unwitting subject of one of commander Anna’s attempts at raising money for the order. Knowing the summoner’s capabilities, I wouldn’t put it past him to have my suit enchanted for it to rise up every so often. Or for the summoner to make my clothes always a bit too small but never rippable. Not that I complain much. Or at all really, having the ability to grow larger is amazing. Mowing down others in battle has never been easier.

My second sighting on my way is seeing the other of the summoner’s favorites walk out of their room. A few spotting me, they either grin at me to taunt, or sigh. The former mostly being Ranulf, the laguz enjoying taking part in any sort of joke or laugh. The latter being Hinata and Touma, both of them just as terrible, if not worse, with being on time than I am. But that doesn’t matter, even next to them, I’m still taller and buffer. Touma may be somewhat close but I still got about half a head of height on him.

Barreling inside the summoner’s room, he completely ignores me! His shoulder is colder than even Brunnya’s nasty Fimbulvetr. I clear my throat, steadying myself.

“I’m so sorry!” Throwing myself on the floor, I’m sure any of the servants back in Aytolis would gawk at me, but they also haven’t seen an upset summoner. “I was sparring with Ike and we both lost track of the time and I,” Clearing my throat I stand on one knee and grab the summoner’s hands. They both feel so small in mine. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Both of my eyes closed, I slowly open them as the summoner doesn’t respond.

“Hmm,” They move their hands from mine, slowly tapping their finger against their cheek. Looking down, the little twitch at the end of their lips is slightly upturned. “Well, I guess I can make an exception,”

The summoner standing up, they beam at me. Being their favorite makes this stuff a bit too easy I feel but, it’s worth it. Reaching down, the effort of scooping them into my arms feels just as easy as arm wrestling one of the laguz.

Before I even had time to process Rowan’s bulky frame moving, he already had me in a vice-like grip. My feet hanging off the ground, my head ends up smushed into his meaty pecs, each alone larger than my head. And although he apologizes afterwards, his over enthusiastic nature gives away his lack of apologeticness.

“We’ve still got plenty of time left in the day!” Rowan shouts, one hand pointing forward as he once again picks me up. A bit gentler this time, he slowly lifts me up before letting me down on his broad shoulders. “Now, hang on tight,” Giving me a piggyback ride as if I was nothing more than a child, which wouldn’t be the worst comparison taking into account Rowan’s muscular size, he rushes forward. Listening to him, I take his advice further, hanging on for my dear life as Rowan storms through hallways. His long powerful legs aiding his form, he makes quick work to arrive at our destination in a short manner.

Feeling like jello, my legs shake as Rowan slowly places me on the ground. Glancing around, I spot the usual vibe and vigor of the training grounds. But no, to be more exact, we’re in the weight room. The place is a favorite of the stronger heroes in the order. And especially of the heroes I may have given the special ability to change their size. Though, no one has complained about such a thing, so I feel we’re in the clear.

The room is filled with less heroes than usual due to lunch being served in the mess hall right now. Bartre is the first to spot Rowan, the older man guffawing and slapping Rowan’s back in cheer. Gerik soon approaches, far less boisterous than Barte, Muarim approaches me, diverting my attention.

“Ah, summoner, you’re doing well it seems,” Muarim pats my head, the tiger smiling.

“Yeah, I’m glad to see you’re doing fine too. I feel like I don’t see you too often in here,” Muarim chuckles at my question.

“With you summoning more often, I can’t let myself fall behind,” I can’t help but stifle a laughter at Muarim’s concern.

“It’s more likely for Askr to suffer a snowstorm than for you of all people to fall far behind, Muarim,” He grins down at me, nodding his head in appreciation.

“Yo, are you two gonna join us or what?” Rowan now at the opposite end of the room. Gerik stands beside him, while Barte is lying down on a bench. The metal clanks as he lets the bar down.

“Hah, stack another 25!” Gerik and Rowan listening to him, they both put a 25 weight on each end of the bar. Bartre positions himself, taking deep breaths. His knuckles turning white, he slowly lifts the bar up. Muscling bulging, Bartre guffaws as he lifts the bar all the way up, letting it slam down on the rack.

“Damn, three hundred pounds old man. You still have it in you,” Gerik commends Bartre, both of them grinning.

“Can’t let my fellow CHOP members upstage me,” Barte purposefully flexes his bicep, his veins popping. “Now, it’s your turn,” Gerik pushed forward, he gives in.

“Alright alright. Don’t be disappointed when you find out you’re stronger than me,”

Standing next to Rowan, his own excitement oozes onto me, waiting for his turn. “Someone is giddy,” Rowan grins at me, bouncing a pec.

“Not as much as you’ll be when I win,”

Gerik grunting brings my attention back to him. The weights unaltered from Bartre’s impressive, three hundred lift, he slowly brings it up just as Bartre just did. At the crest, he slowly brings the bar back down unlike Bartre. Letting out a ragged breath, Gerik grins back at the rest of us. “New I wouldn’t be able to lift higher, but we got Muarim and Rowan to make us feel like mages,”

With the cheers of the others aiding him, Muarim sighs before giving into peer pressure. Not even bothering with the bar, he begins adding weights onto both sides without a thought. Counting the weights, Muarim has four hundred and fifty on his bar. His defined chest close to it, he takes one single breath before calmly lifting the bar. Strain only slightly visible from a few beads of sweat, Muarim slowly brings the bar down. He lets out a sigh, his face flushes afterwards. Not from any sort of strenuous effort but from Gerik’s and Bartre’s cheers.

“Four hundred-fifty!” Bartre slinks an arm around Muarim, pushing shoulders against him.

“Thanks,” Muarim, shyly tosses. “But that’s nothing compared to Rowan,” Quickly deflecting the attention away from himself, I fall for it too, immediately turning to Rowan.

Rowan not standing beside me anymore, he’s already lying down on the bench. The fram clearly not made for someone of his size, the bench feels more like a chair, his broad defined back splaying off of it. His legs jutting off the end of it, he spread them wide as he grips the bar. The bar is already raised from Rowan’s chest resting under them. His arm span ridiculously long, he has to grip the bar nearly at its ends. The silliness of the sight goes forgotten as Rowan lifts up his bar with ease. Several weights packed onto each end, the bar bends on both ends even with the machine guiding the bar and giving it support. Slowly bringing it back down, Rowan escapes without a single sweat, his wide grin focused at me.

Gerik’s piercing whistle breaks the silence. “Seven hundred,” A whoop and another slap on the back from Bartre is thrown Rowan’s way, Rowan far too proud.

Eventually, the others head on out to the dining hall.

Everyone else finally gone, I beam down at the summoner. Grabbing their hand, I lead them to the pull up bar.

“Hang on to me,” The summoner confused, they slowly process my words before doing so. Twice as wide as them, it’s a bit hard for them but they do eventually manage. Unable to see them under my chest, the top of their head rests under them. Hanging onto the pullup bar, my feet still graze the floor even while holding my legs as high as I can. Pulling my entire body up, the effort is admittedly a bit harder than weight with so much muscle crammed onto me, but I still don’t break a sweat. Going as much as I can, the summoner’s faltering grip has me stop. Letting go, I place them back on the ground. Their face flushed, I cheekily grin at them.

“One more thing,”

“It better not be pushups again,” The summoner smiles back at me, us having done this once more.

“No,” Lying, I look around for something to do on the spot. Finding nothing, an idea fills my head as I look back at the summoner. “Just ten reps,” Grabbing them, they let out a puff of air as I hold them by their legs in my left hand and by the shoulder in my right hand. Making sure my form is perfect, I hold my hands out straight and slowly curl the summoner. Disgruntled, their face is still red, the summoner unwilling to look me in the eyes. Nothing more than a feather to me, the ten reps end faster than they started. Putting them back down again, I grab their hand before they can fuss.

The summoner confused, their short steps makes it hard for them to keep up with my quick gait. Lifting them up, a simple classic bridal style makes them quiet down, their face flushed as I practically cradle them in my massive arms, my pecs as a pillow. Heading back to their room, I go at a decent pace.

In Rowan’s arms, I keep quiet, unbothered by the development. The instant we reach my room, he lets me back down but not before Rowan lets out a loud yawn. More performative than realistic, I scoff at him.

“I think it’s time for a nap,” Sauntering to my bed, Rowan even bounces his bubble butt, his cheer radiating off of him. Lying down on my bed, the frame slightly dips from his weight but holds. Though his feet hang far off the mattress. “Let me get you a nicer, bigger bed,”

Taking advantage of the growing magic I’ve gifted him, Rowan grows larger. His already bulky frame appears massive as he gains extra width, each muscle suddenly more powerful than before. His biceps grow even larger, past the size of my head, the pack of muscles lining his beefy arms feel so densely packed and condensed. His broad shoulders widen to accommodate such a high amount of mass, Rowan’s powerful thighs widen as well, the already tight pants suddenly that much tighter. Yet his pecs are the focal point for Rowan, the area his and my favorite. His massive jugs for pecs lightly dig into his chin, his pecs a testament to his monstrous, powerful size. My bed dips a good chunk more now with Rowan’s larger size. His suit still fits him just fine, the fabric is even more stretched than before, but the spell to never rip holds perfectly, Rowan's suit growing with him. Though his tie feel comical on him, the thin strip of fabric not even making it past his pecs.

Letting out a chuckle, I join him. His arms instinctively wrapping around me, he moves me so that my head rests partially against his pecs. My back resting on the rockbed of Rowan's abs, the hard surface isn't the most comfortable, but taking a nap with Rowan is far from the worst thing in the world. The act is actually incredibly worth the slight discomfort. Trapped behind Rowan's thick biceps, I make myself comfortable my eyes drooping as I look forward to the rest of the day.

#my writing #buff!rowan #buff emblem

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