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Death Note Yandere L Lawliet x Wife Reader Smut

(The picture above was edited by me).

NSFW content // Angst // Click here part 2

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Involves themes of kidnapping, stalking, cheating, non-consensual sexual behaviors, breeding, the usage of sex toys and bondage.

L's internal monologue:

Darling, if you measured good and evil deeds by current laws, I would be responsible for many crimes, however, nothing would be more unjust than not rescuing you from your loveless marriage. Yes, your husband is a courageous and hard-working task force member, but he's also a neglectful piece of shit towards you.

He doesn't even know your sleep schedule or how many cups of coffee you've ordered in the past three months, is he even aware that your birthday is in 70 hours, 16 minutes and 43 seconds? My love, you're just like a beautiful puzzle and every day my cameras and private investigators find more precious pieces.

Nothing is of greater importance than you Y/N, I love you so much. I feel like such a creep but I don't care, I have never cared, everything in life is a game including love, and I have never lost, why? Because I am L.

Present Day, (your birthday):

You slowly open your heavy eyelids to find yourself in a well-furnished bedroom decorated with expensive decor and silk curtains and bedding. Your head was pounding and your limbs were weak, were you drunk? Did your friends bring you here to rest after you fainted during your birthday party?

You immediately panicked when you realised you were restrained to the bed across from a crouched, pale man with dark, piercing eyes. It was your husband's supervisor on the Kira investigation, Ryuzaki.

You were merely acquaintances since you only visited the headquarters to drive your husband home or to bring baked goods for your husband and his co-workers. He was odd and reserved however he always praised your cooking and never failed to impress you with his intelligence. You felt sympathy for him since your husband told you he was basically a lonely workaholic. Your husband even joked that maybe he had a crush on you since he gazed upon you like his cake and cases; with desire and fascination, (lolololololol).

You could only think of one logical explanation for why you were here with him.

"Ryuzaki! Do you suspect that I'm Kira!? Is that why I'm here?!" you cried, "No" L responded flatly. "Then what's happening? Where am I?" you whined, "I would rather you not know of your location, but rest assured you are perfectly safe" L replied calmly. "If this is some sort of joke it isn't funny, untie me now!" you snapped, "Yes, I fully suspected that you would be averse to this my darling". "Darling?! Ryuzaki I'm married! You brought me here didn't you!" you exclaimed, "Yes, since I wish to demonstrate why I'm a more suitable romantic partner for you Y/N". Scowling you said, "Well you've already messed up because kidnappers are not my type! My husband is a good man".

"During the past 6 months, your husband has cancelled 130 dates, has only engaged in sexual activity with you on 4 separate occasions and seemingly has not acknowledged your birthday. You deserve someone who is much more attentive and devoted like myself, surely you understand that I rescued you from a loveless marriage".

You were silent. That creep had been fucking stalking you.

He opened the bedside draw, obtaining a large, pink vibrator, "Perhaps this will help, consider it a birthday gift" L chuckled. He lifted your skirt and ripped into your underwear, "Don't you dare!" you snarled, "I'm going to demonstrate how satisfying sex can really be" L uttered while ogling in between your legs.

You choked as he began clumsily massaging in-between your thighs with the sex toy, experimenting with various speeds and intensities to discover what your cunt enjoyed the most. You clenched your teeth to contain your moans since you didn't want to give this sick pervert any validation, however being as perceptive as he was, you weren't able to fool him.

"Your pupils are dilated, your face is flushed and your vulva is already producing lubrication, all typical signs of arousal" L remarked bluntly. "W-what?" you stammered, "Trying to remain quiet is useless Y/N since I already know that your body is finding this device pleasurable. So please, let me hear those pretty little moans of yours, you were always so quiet during sex with your husband my love".

You struggled against your rope as L swirled the vibrator on the highest intensity level around your sensitive, swollen clit. But it was hopeless, you couldn't escape the waves of incredible pleasure that vibrated throughout your pussy. You were in an intoxicating daze and your body was hot and trembling; you were so touched starved that your body was already begging to cum. "Ryuzaki!" you screamed while you squirted all over the vibrator; feeling shocks of electrifying pleasure overwhelm your cunt while your legs jolted.

You gasped as you suddenly felt L smoothly slid his aching dick inside your quivering and dripping hole. He began rocking his hips back and forth, his eyes fixating on his cock which was now glistening from your sweet cum. Aha! Hah! Oh...hah..you feel so...so amazing" L whined, "Stop..aha...fucking me...you..hah..bastard!" you panted. "Aha..ugh..I won't be m-much longer, so there's no need to worry Y/N". You were praying that nobody would hear the creaking of the bed, L's whining or the squelching of precum.

You already could feel another orgasm stirring within you since his desperate thrusting never allowed your body to relax. His firm shaft gliding against your aching g-spot felt like shocks of thrilling ecstasy filling your loins, it was fucking addicting. "I-I am close t-to" L stuttered as his thrusting became erratic and rapid, "Already?! P-pull out!" you yelped. "Ngh! Aah! Aha!" L grunted as he spurted his thick, creamy cum deep inside your greedy, soaking pussy. "You idiot" you moaned as his lengthy, hard dick continued relentlessly slapping against your womb.

"I want y-you to hah! Climax a-again, now aha" L babbled while rubbing the vibrator against your needy clit. Your eyes locked, those once cold, dead eyes were now filled with passion and vulnerability, his gaze was practically saying, "I need you Y/N, I need your body, please surrender to me, don't hurt me". "I-I going too..ah..aha!" you groaned before another explosion of pleasure shot throughout your body. Your pussy clenched tighter around L's shaft as you cummed, squeezing another load of rich, hot cum from his throbbing erection. L tossed aside the vibrator, tore through your blouse and began sucking your nipples, leaving them slippery and hard. "I love you so much Y/N" L purred, "Kiss me then" you whispered shakily. You were disgusted with yourself but your husband hadn't fucked you with the same amount of lust and love for months.

Your hands broke free and in-tangled with L's dark, fluffy locks while you both sloppily kissed, "I'm s-sorry my love, I-m g-going to...aha again!" L choked. "Use me as your cum slut Ryuzaki" you begged, no longer caring that he wasn't using condoms and that you weren't taking birth control. "Say that again Y/N! And aha! Keep clenching around me like that, ngh!", "Use me Ryuzaki! I'm your cum slut, fill my pussy over and over again, do whatever you want to me". "G-good girl" L hissed while finally draining his balls of milky, sticky semen; fucking his own leaking cum back into your abused cunt to ensure your womb would be filled with every drop.

L slowly slipped out his dick and buttoned his jeans, you slapped his face and hastily untied your ankles. "You know that really hurt" L mumbled while rubbing his cheek. You rushed to the door and shook the locked door knob, "Open this door! Right now or I'll kill you!" you shrieked. "You found just as much pleasure as I did in that experience so why be so averse towards me? I love you so much Y/N, you look so beautiful" L praised. "Of course, you'd think that you pervert! I'm half naked and filled with you fucking cum" you snarled, "I'm a pervert?".

"Yes! And a monster! My husband is a great detective so he will find you and throw you in prison forever!" you snapped, "Only a monster can catch another monster, it's why I'm a far greater detective and why you'll be residing with me for a very long time" L replied monotonously while kissing your forehead. Whining you said, "I hate you", "I love you too" he whispered.

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 3

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: The Morning After™️ or what I like to call Feelings have Entered the Chat.

words: ~4.2k | ao3 link in title

chapter-specific warnings: light smut (cunnilingus, larissa receiving), slight angst, shapeshifting (of a non-sexual nature), fluff

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A bright beam of sunlight on your face woke you from your slumber. You blinked your eyes open, briefly dazed and wondering where you were. The bedroom was absolutely opulent, decked out in luxurious wood furnishings, mirrors with gold finishings, the works.

Last night’s events came flooding back to you and you felt your chest and face go red. Your chest, which you realized was completely bare. You pulled the sheets up to cover yourself, suddenly a bit self-conscious. 

“Have you finally chosen to join me in the land of the waking, my dear?” A smooth voice to your right snapped you out of your daze and you whipped your head around to find Larissa seated at her vanity in a silk robe, pinning her hair up into her signature updo. Her lips curved upwards into a devilish smirk and her eyebrow was quirked.

You frowned, having hoped you’d wake up in the older woman’s embrace. “How long have you been awake?” 

“A while,” Larissa admitted. She used her teeth, her brilliantly white teeth, to pry open a bobby pin, before pinning up another curl at the crown of her head without looking in the mirror, as if she’d done it a million times before. A faint blush colored her complexion. “I watched you sleep for a while, but I’m an early riser so I tend to get restless.” 

Heat spread through your entire body at the prospect of Larissa holding you, watching you as you snuggled into her, blissfully unaware. “I’m sorry, if I’d known-”

Larissa silenced you with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense. You need your sleep. Now,” she pinned two final curls in place. “Do you drink coffee?”

“I do.” You smiled, watching Larissa stand and make her way towards what you presumed was the kitchen.

“Stay here,” she ordered, before disappearing for a moment. 

She returned a short while later with a small tray consisting of two mugs of coffee and some milk and sugar, which she set gingerly on the bedside table closest to you before joining you on the bed. 

You sat up, wincing slightly at the soreness between your legs - an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde. 

“Was I too rough last night?” She bit her lip, worry evident in her gaze - it warmed your heart, the way she cared for you, even though you barely knew one another.

“Not at all! It’s a good kind of sore, I promise.” Larissa’s eyes flicked between yours, searching, then a slow smile spread across her face when you beamed back at her, cheeks rosy.

Larissa leaned over you to reach for the tray. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Oh, um, milk and sugar please." You glanced at her shyly. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“So do I.” Larissa winked at you, preparing your coffee and handing you one of the mugs.

You drank your coffee in amiable silence, thighs pressing against each other. Though Larissa’s updo was already perfectly in place, her face was bare - blonde eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones, pale pink lips closing around the rim of her mug. There was a scar just above her lip that had somehow escaped your notice until that point, and it made her even more stunning.

“You look beautiful,” you said, unprompted. A heavy blush overtook Larissa’s face, not unlike a sunset.

She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking your jaw with her thumb, and a shiver ran down your spine. “Sweet girl, kind girl,” she murmured. Her words shot straight to your core. 

You surged forward, claiming her lips with your own. Your tongue soothed over the scar, eliciting a surprised whine from Larissa’s throat. You set down your own mug and reached blindly for Larissa’s, causing her to chuckle.

“Insatiable, aren’t you?” she teased.

You huffed. “You would be, too, if you hadn’t gotten to taste me yet.” Larissa’s eyes darkened and she moaned, grabbing you by the waist as she pulled you on top of her. 

“You want to taste me, darling?” she panted between kisses. 

You nodded fervently, pulling her robe open and pushing it off her shoulders.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

You wasted no time and began to place a plethora of open-mouthed kisses down Larissa’s body as she positioned herself on her back. You nipped and sucked at her pale skin, spurred on by the way the blonde was moaning beneath you.

You settled between her legs, inhaling deeply, aroused by her scent. Her cunt was already dripping for you.

“Darling, please,” Larissa whimpered, her hands coming to rest on your head, pushing you into her sex. You licked a path through her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue, moaning against her sensitive bundle of nerves. The vibrations drew a moan of her own from her throat, and she bucked her hips into your mouth.

A ringing phone caused you to pause your ministrations. Larissa’s hips stilled; she dropped her head back and groaned, before reaching blindly over to the nightstand and grabbing her phone.

“Marilyn, what can I do for you?” She propped herself up on her elbows and mustered her most professional tone, though she sounded a bit out of breath.

“Slow down… Ms. Addams did what? … Thank you for informing me. I will take care of it… No, no, you didn’t disturb me at all…”

You smirked, choosing that moment to latch onto her clit. Larissa let out a moan which she attempted to disguise as a cough.

“Yes, I’m fine. I must be going, if that’s all? … Thank you. Goodbye.”

Larissa glowered down at you. “Sorry?” You grinned, earning yourself a playful slap over the head from the principal. 

“I should punish you for that.” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, and wetness pooled between your thighs.

“Is that a promise?” She seemed to see the dilation of your pupils, to hear the eagerness in your voice, for she looked at you with such regret that your heart nearly clenched. “You have to work now don’t you?”

Larissa nodded apologetically. “I’m afraid I have something to take care of,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I won’t have the time to drive you home, I’m afraid, but I can call you a taxi. It’s on me.”

“I can’t ask you to pay for that!” Your eyes widened, pulse racing. The last thing you wanted was for Larissa to think you were after her for her money (which she clearly had quite a bit of, if her choice of interior design was anything to go by) or anything of the sort. 

“Darling,” Larissa sat up properly so she could lean towards you, taking your chin between her fingers. “I want to. It’s the least I can do.”

You nodded hesitantly and Larissa smiled, before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and shooing you off the bed. 

You fetched your clothes off the floor and dressed, eyeing Larissa as she chose her outfit for the day - a simple yet professional olive green dress with long sleeves and a square collar.

When she turned to face you, she was wearing a full face of makeup, her signature red lip in place. 

“H-how did you…?” You blinked a few times, mind reeling. Larissa smirked, cocking her head as if to say “figure it out”.

Oh. “Can you, uh, shift on makeup and stuff?”

“And stuff, yes,” Larissa teased, nose crinkling as she grinned down at you.

“But you were doing your hair this morning, couldn’t you have just shifted that, too? It looks really complicated… beautiful! But… It looks like a lot of work.”

Larissa smiled at your compliment. “I could shift it into place, yes. But sometimes I quite enjoy doing my hair and makeup by hand. It’s… soothing.”

You nodded. “I think I understand that.”

Larissa’s heart swelled, your acceptance and understanding of the deepest parts of herself nearly causing her to lose her composure and push you back onto the bed to make passionate love to you. But she had a school to run, and a situation to take care of, so she grabbed her phone and dialed the local cab company.

Fifteen minutes later, Larissa guided you out of the school via a few empty corridors and a side entrance, you assumed so as to avoid the prying eyes of students and colleagues. The cab she’d called was waiting for you by the front entrance.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek and ushered you into the cab, closing the door behind you and making her way back up to the school in a hurry.

~~~

You didn’t hear from Larissa after that. You knew she was probably busy fixing whatever issue had come up at the school, and you wanted to give her some space - not to mention you didn’t want to come across as needy. But when three days had passed and you hadn’t heard a peep from the blonde, you started to wonder if maybe you’d done something to upset her.

“Just text her,” Robin said, leaning against the counter as you twirled nervously on the barstool in your kitchen, relaying your worries to your roommate. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, she could think I’m the most annoying person to ever exist and decide she never wants to see me again?”

“You mean, just like you’re seeing her right now?” Robin raised an eyebrow and you huffed in frustration.

“You know what I mean.”

“I know. But you’re gonna kill yourself with what-ifs if you don’t. And maybe she’s thinking the same thing. Maybe she’s waiting for you to text her.”

“As if someone like Larissa is waiting for me to text her.” You rolled your eyes, anxiety gnawing at your stomach.

“Fine, then don’t. But your moping is getting annoying.” Robin shot you a grin before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading for her bedroom.

You eyed your phone warily. What would you even say? Hi, are you alive? Hi, do you hate me now? Hi, I miss you. You cringed at yourself.

Just as you reached for your phone, Robin peeked her head back into the kitchen. “Are you still coming to Jericho with us this weekend? Leah needs to know.” Robin’s sister had just started working at Pilgrim World and insisted you all visit her at work, offering to get you free admission for a day.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll go.” You smiled at the brunette, who nodded and replied, “cool, I’ll tell Leah then” before disappearing from view.

You breathed out a sigh. You could do this. It was just a text. And if Larissa really didn’t want to see you anymore, well, you barely knew each other anyway. You’d get over her. No harm done, right? Your stomach churned at the thought of having to get over Larissa Weems.

Y/N: Hi :) Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Is everything alright?

You held your breath for a moment, before realizing it would probably take a while for her to reply if she was working, tossing your phone on the counter and dropping your head into your hands. Your ringtone sounding moments later nearly caused you to fall off the barstool.

Your heart thundered wildly in your chest as you answered Larissa’s call.

“Hi.” You tried not to sound as out of breath as you felt.

“Hi, darling,” Larissa sounded exhausted. “Thank you for checking in. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner, this week has been… trying.”

“I’m sorry, Larissa. If there’s anything I can do…” There was a beat of silence in which you swallowed nervously.

“Don’t be.” Her voice was soft, laced with something akin to regret. “I’m afraid I don’t have much time this week, however, we’re planning an event for the school and it’s very important that it goes well. Perhaps next week?”

“Yeah, of course! Just, you know, let me know.” At least she wasn’t upset with you…

“Darling-”

There was a commotion on the other end of the line and Larissa sighed.

“I apologize, I have to go.” There was a hard edge to her voice, as if she were gritting her teeth.

“Sure, uh, see you. And good luck - with your event.”

“Thank you.” You could hear a hint of a smile in her voice and took that as a minor victory, before the line went dead.

~~~

Larissa was having a very busy week. Saturday was Outreach Day and between that and the near constant shenanigans of a certain raven-haired student, she barely had a minute to herself. 

Her days were an endless loop of meetings with Mayor Walker regarding Outreach Day, meetings with Sheriff Galpin regarding the mysterious monster wreaking havoc on the town, emails, proposals, staff meetings, calls with Dr. Kinbott - she worked until late in the evenings and spent her nights tossing and turning, getting up early the next morning to do it all over again.

What kept her afloat were thoughts of you, of your evening together. Conversation had flowed so easily between the two of you. Even when Larissa had laid a part of herself bare that she normally didn’t share with anyone, you’d been so accepting and understanding - despite being a normie. And you’d fitted together so perfectly in the bedroom, you’d taken her so well, been such a good girl for her. So beautiful. You’d made her feel so good - and when you asked her how it felt for her? As if you genuinely cared about her pleasure. That’s when Larissa realized she was in deeper than she’d thought.

But every time she’d wanted to call you, she was interrupted by someone. And by the time Tuesday rolled around and she hadn’t heard from you, she was afraid she’d scared you away completely with her distance. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for this relationship thing. Not that what you two had was a relationship - yet. But when she’d woken up next to you and felt how you’d curled into her warmth, watching your eyelashes graze your cheeks as you slept beside her, she’d found herself yearning for something that had once felt so unattainable, that was now closer than ever.

Her phone pinged with a text, and her heart leapt when she saw your name on the screen.

Y/N: Hi :) Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Is everything alright?

Having just gotten out of a staff meeting, she knew she had to take the few moments she had to herself to hear your voice.

The phone call was, of course, cut short by Wednesday Addams bursting into her office unannounced - it was just Larissa’s luck, really.

She was relieved to have heard your voice, to know you weren’t completely put off. Though the nervous edge in your tone… But those thoughts would have to wait until after Outreach Day. She would make it up to you somehow, she resolved.

~~~

The second half of the week passed much the same as the first, without any signs of life from the blonde principal who’d captured your eye - though now you knew, at least, that she didn’t hate you or anything like that.

Saturday morning came and you woke to the sound of fists pounding against your bedroom door.

“Come ON, Leah’s expecting us at 12,” Robin yelled.

You groaned, rolling over in bed and peeking at your phone. Shit, you’d overslept. 

“Sorry,” you called, voice still raspy with sleep. “I’ll be done in 10.”

Leaping out of bed, you rummaged through your closet, opting for a simple black turtleneck and a pair of jeans before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and yank a brush through your hair.

The drive to Jericho was the first time in a week you felt carefree, thoughts of Larissa far from your mind as your roommates cranked up the radio and sang along to Taylor Swift.

When you arrived, Robin parked the car and the four of you spilled out. You were surprised to find the small town bustling with people.

“What’s going on here? The last time I was here it was like a ghost town.” You eyed a group of teenagers crossing the street towards Pilgrim World.

Robin shrugged. “Wanna get some coffee at the Weathervane before we meet up with Leah?”

You nodded and followed your roommates into the little café, where more teenagers sat in various booths, chatting away.

“They look like Nevermore students,” Robin muttered under her breath, and your stomach flipped. If that was true, did that mean Larissa would be here as well? Was this part of the event she had mentioned? You scanned the café, finding no sign of the blonde. 

Shaking your head lightly, you got in line behind your friends and tried to redirect your thoughts.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice with a lilting English accent called out from behind you. Butterflies erupted behind your navel as you whirled around, craning your neck back to gaze up at the very woman you’d been daydreaming about seconds prior.

“Larissa?” She looked almost shocked to see you, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, before a wide smile spread across her face.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Larissa said softly.

“Uh, my friend’s sister works at Pilgrim World and got us free tickets,” you replied, unable to stop your own grin.

Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Cassandra’s voice behind you. “Earth to Y/N, are you gonna order something or just stand there flirting?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Larissa, who was turning rather pink herself.

You turned to the barista. “Can I just get a hot chocolate please?”

“Make that two.” Larissa leaned over your shoulder, brushing lightly against the fabric of your turtleneck, and handed the boy a folded ten dollar bill.

“Are you sure? You don’t-”

“Yes.” Larissa’s voice was firm and commanding, and you shivered. 

“Thank you, Larissa,” you replied quietly.

“I have 20 minutes before I’m expected to meet with Mayor Walker, if you’d like to join me?” Her voice was so full of hope it made you melt, and you nodded eagerly.

“So should we wait for you or…” Robin raised her eyebrow at you, tilting her head towards Larissa.

Your apologetic gaze said it all, and Robin giggled. “Just text me if you need a ride home.” She smirked and led your friends out of the café.

You waited for your drinks in silence, Larissa glancing around the café almost nervously. When the drinks were ready, the older woman handed you her mug and asked you to pick a booth, stating she would be right back.

You chose a booth in the far back corner of the Weathervane and sipped your hot chocolate, trying to contain your giddy excitement at the prospect of getting to see Larissa unplanned, when a tall, dark-haired woman slid into the other side of the booth.

“Sorry but I’m waiting for-” Your brows furrowed as you took in the smirk of the woman opposite you, the arched brow over icy blue eyes that bore into your own. There was something so familiar about her, so very…

Larissa. 

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. And then, “I’m sorry,” as your face turned crimson and Larissa’s smirk grew, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You have no need to be. I thought it would be better like this. I am here on official Nevermore business after all and in my true form I’m afraid we wouldn’t have a moment to ourselves. I hope I didn’t startle you.” She cocked her head to the side, and you shook your head, drinking in her form.

She looked good, you thought. Long black hair with bangs that fell just short of her eyebrows, contrasting with her pale skin and those blue eyes you loved so much; neck adorned with a thin black choker, matching a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Yes, she looked good. But Larissa still looked better.

“So these are your students?” You cleared your throat, looking around at the teenagers in their striped blazers. Larissa nodded proudly. “What are you all doing here?”

“Today is Outreach Day. It’s a tradition of fostering Outcast-Normie relations, a type of awareness day, if you will. I want to build a sense of community between the people of Jericho and our Nevermore family. We’re not so different, after all.” Larissa smiled fondly, taking your breath away. You could sense her pride in her work, how much she cared for her students and her school, and it made your heart swell.

“So that’s what’s kept you so busy this week?” You meant for it to come out as teasing, not expecting the principal’s face to fall a bit. 

“I would have loved to see you, but an event like this takes quite a bit of planning. And I’ve got some students giving me quite the headache recently.” She smiled sadly and took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“It’s okay, really. I didn’t mean it like that. I know your job is important.” You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hesitating for a moment. “I was just nervous to text you, I thought… I didn’t want to come off as needy or anything.” You blushed again (you seemed to do that an awful lot around her) and stared down into your mug, looking up when you felt a hand on your arm.

“Darling, look at me,” Larissa said softly, and your eyes met hers, full of care. She took a deep breath. “It has been a while since I’ve done anything like this,” she admitted, speaking slowly. “My career tends to make it difficult for me to pursue… anything, with anyone. I may be exceptionally bad at this, but I do appreciate you texting me. I actually think it’s nice to be needed - for something other than cleaning up someone else’s mess.” She smiled hesitantly, her eyes scanning your face.

To say you were touched by her openness would be an understatement. “So you don’t hate me?” you teased, earning yourself a chuckle from the older woman. 

“If you don’t hate me,” she teased back.

“Never,” you replied, smiling wryly. 

Larissa held her hand out for you to take. You did, and she brought your hand to her lips, placing soft kisses to your knuckles, then flipping your hand over and kissing your palm. You had to suppress a moan as her soft lips grazed your tender skin, and you could feel Larissa’s smile against your hand.

She checked her watch and sighed, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “I have to go. The mayor and I are inaugurating a fountain for Joseph Crackstone in the town square this afternoon. The Jericho High School marching band will be putting on a little concert. One of my students will even be joining them. If you’d like to watch…” Her tone was hopeful and your pulse quickened at the thought of Larissa wanting you there.

“Of course, I’ll be there.” 

Larissa leaned in to kiss you - and you froze. It was Larissa, you knew it was Larissa from her eyes, her mannerisms - and yet the woman in front of you just looked so different, it gave you pause. It almost felt as if you were somehow going behind Larissa’s back.

She stopped inches in front of your face, sensing your hesitance.

“Is everything okay?” She furrowed her brows in worry, her stomach sinking. 

“Yeah - I’m sorry, it’s silly.” You waved a hand in front of your face in embarrassment. Larissa cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“Nothing’s too silly for me, love. What is it?”

“I just… you’re, you know,” you gestured lamely down her body, cheeks flushing as her eyes bore into your own, the gears in her mind turning as she struggled to follow your train of thought. “You’re not you? Well you are, but you don’t look like it - I think,” you were stumbling over your words, internally scolding yourself for surely offending the shapeshifter with your ignorance in these matters.

Larissa’s face softened as you continued your rambling. “I just feel like I’m, uh, cheating on you if I kiss you like this? Which is ridiculous, I know, because we never said if we were even exclusive you know, so if you’d like to see other people as well that’s totally cool with me, I just - you know what? Forget I said anything. Maybe you should kiss me, shut me up or something.” The shapeshifter giggled, a bright, dazzling smile stretching from ear to ear. “As much as I would love to kiss you senseless right now,” she started, her warm breath mingling with yours, drawing a whimper from your throat. “I am quite flattered that you prefer my natural form. And I would not like to see other people, I am quite enamored with a certain rambling someone.”

x

tags for those who seemed interested: @rainbow-hedgehog @enchantressb @alder-saan @eveymay @amateurwritescm

[omgthatdress]

Night Gown

early 18th century

The Victoria & Albert Museum

"The loosely cut style of this man's informal robe is based on that of the Japanese kimono. Robes like this became popular in Europe from the mid-17th century, brought back by members of the East India Company, and by the 1670s European tailors were making them. The exact geographic and cultural source of the style was not generally well known in England, where they were called 'Indian gowns' when made of any non-European fabric, for example, Indian cottons, Chinese or Indian silks.

This nightgown is a striking and rare example, in very good condition for its age, made from blue silk damask woven in China for import into Europe. Such silks were primarily intended for furnishing, and appear in merchants' records as 'bed damasks'; the length of their pattern repeat was displayed to best advantage in the long drop of bed curtains. A silk damask of closely similar design to this was used to furnish a room in the summer palace of Prince Eugene of Savoy, Schlosshof, in 1725 (now in MAK in Vienna)."

[syncopein3d]

Left Alone 1: Abandoned

Author's note: This originally came as a reply to this prompt, but I thought I'd give it its own beginning for easier linking on my masterpost page. I did a poll here to decide who finds Tolly, and it just wrapped up, so here we go!

Tropes/content warnings: vampire whumpee, male whumpee, non-binary caretaker, morbidity or thoughts of death. There will be a lot of play with, and discussion of, the concept of consent in this series, as it applies to many topics. Mostly we're talking about consent to be bitten, but being bitten in this universe varies from "mild discomfort" through "multiple climaxes" and I don't know where the story will end up yet, so I think it's important to be clear going in. If there's more specific gore etc., I'll try to also do content notes as it comes up. “Stay in this room.”

It wasn't a large room. It was the width of the basement, but shallower, so that he could lie full length on the floor in one direction but not the other. He was six feet and a handspan tall. Six feet and a handspan long, if he didn't lift his arms. He would have needed a special coffin, or he must needs lie curled up inside it, not stretched regally in state. He would never have a coffin at all. That would have meant an end.

It wasn't a large room. It wasn't particularly well decorated. There was no silk paper on the walls down here, just bare stone encrusted with mold and damp. There was a rug. It was old when he was shut up inside, the dark green and gray colors faded, pipe dottle burns scorching several spots. He knew each one by heart, and had often speculated as to their respective age and how far apart they had happened back when this rug stood in front of the fireplace in the upstairs study. He had counted every single thread and every single strand of every single dull golden tassel. It only took him a couple of minutes, so he did it often. He had never been thwarted by throwing down a handful of seeds, not Bartholomaeus Bardulf. The debate as to whether he should stop counting the thread he had pulled from one side to play cat's cradle with raged on for some time. Eventually he had painstakingly weaved it back in, a tiny bit at a time, with his long nails, just to end the torment of uncertainty.

It wasn't a large room. There was no window, because that might have ended his suffering. Black Tolly only knew day from night by the dragging of his limbs, the need to lie down and cease for a while. He never fought it. It was time away from this place. Sometimes while he lay dead, he dreamed, and sometimes in his dreams he was outside. Every time he arose from lying on his back on the rug, hands neatly folded across his once-white shirt, he scratched a marking into the wall.

It wasn't a large room. Besides the rug, there was only a table in the corner and a single chair. They were plain furnishings, the sort of straight peg-and-groove stick construction you would want for something that needed to last a long time but didn't need to impress anyone. The chair was not for him. It was for his old friend Nicholas, who had left him down here for the last time three thousand, six hundred and twenty days ago. It was where Nicholas would sit when it was time for the needle and the vials.

Bartholomaeus Bardulf missed the needle and the vials. They had been an interruption of the monotony of his days. Sometimes, with new blood fresh in his mortal veins, the years crawling backward across his face, Nicholas would stay and talk to him. Tolly was polite. He had no power to be otherwise while the charm of Nicholas' voice held him in thrall, while Nicholas wore the old gold ring with the glittering ruby stone. He did not even resent this after the first six hundred days or so.

“Stay in this room,” he always said, when it was time to go. He never said “goodbye, Tolly.” Because they both knew he would be back. At least, Black Tolly had been sure of that. And then, three thousand, six hundred and twenty days ago, Nicholas had departed and never come back. And then Tolly had nothing, no meals of barely warm, half-congealed animal blood brought him in the same glass bottle, no moral debates as he paced the far wall and watched Nicholas grow younger, no pleading for his long eternity to end. Blood of cow and pig was not enough, not what Nicholas had promised him, and he gradually weakened on it, but it was better than nothing. On nothing at all he grew thin and withered and gray, his hair a few white strands clinging to his yellowed scalp, his canines permanently large and prominent with his thirst.

It wasn't a large room. There was nothing to see, nothing to do. Even for a creature like Bartholomaeus Bardulf, Black Tolly, Bardulf the Bastard, an old monster with the patience of the long dead, to keep sane you needed something. You needed anything at all. He made his marks on the wall. He counted his threads. He carved in the opposite wall with his talons, because those did not weaken as he began to dry up. Now there was an elaborate mural of curlicues and arabesques there, leering grotesques peering from the stylized vines and bushes of the forest of his mind. More than one of them had the face of Nicholas, beautiful, beloved, despised, hateful Nicholas.

And then, on the three thousand, six hundred and twenty-first day of his captivity, he heard noises from upstairs. Tolly threw himself at the secret door, screaming, pleading hoarsely, but the stone walls were too thick, and no one heard him. No one heard him scraping at the clean wall, ruining the smooth expanse of the moldering stones where he might have begun another mural in time. No one heard him pounding. His strength had waned with time, but still he paced, intent on every smallest sound.

When he heard the faintest echo of footsteps, detectable only to a creature with such exquisitely tuned hearing as the old monster, he threw himself against the secret door, milk-white eyes unblinking and intent on the smallest crack. He didn't really expect it to open. He was hoping for some scrap of scent, some sound of breath, some tantalizing agony to at least give him something to think about for the next hundred days. It utterly shocked him when it began to open. He darted backward into the far corner beyond the rug, crouched at the foot of his mural, and watched the door swing open.

“Stay in this room,” Nicholas had said. And he could not cross the threshold, could not even reach across it with his long, bony arms. But then the scent of fresh, living blood smote his nostrils, and he hurtled across his cell in a frenzy, desperate for it. And came up short just before the door, hissing in agony as every muscle in his body contorted in absolute refusal to move further.

For a second the stranger – exquisite, delicious creature, like Nicholas, savoring of life and health – was confronted with a gangly cadaver in a dusty once-white shirt and the tattered remains of a gray suit that had once been an expensive bit of tailoring, the narrow lapels immaculate, the trousers to bag at the knee just ever so. He never took the jacket off. The thirstier he was, the more he felt the cold in his dead bones. Part 2: Discovery

[crimsonbastard]

I made you into My Pet PT - 2

This is Part-2 of this one shot that I wrote few months ago.

The GIF does not belong to me

I took inspiration from several Lenector Fics that I gobbled up. But most of this work is of my own brain worms.

Hope you guys enjoy this!

To read the next part

"I made you into my Pet!"

He stopped thinking, as it only made it worse. All he remembered of that dreadful walk was the clack of his boots on the marble floor. Not the flickers of the torches on the icy corridor, not the winter wind hitting the opening of his shirt, with piercing cold. He willfully dissociated from the world around him, he couldn't concentrate on anything, he couldn't focus his vision on anything but the marble floor he was walking on. He did everything in his power to not lift his gaze and see her.

Lenore gently tugged his arm as she led him, she knew she had her work cut out for her, but she accepted the challenge. She heard his steady breath behind her. His heartbeat, returning to normalcy. The quivers of his muscles subsiding. She knew her touch was the last thing he wants right now, but it was the only thing that helped him get back on his feet. After what seemed like an eternity of twisting and turning in what appeared like a labyrinth she finally stopped.

Hector realised they had stopped once he began to hear only one set of footsteps, his. He finally lifted his gaze off of the icy marble floor and rested it on an 8 foot tall mahogany double door, with intricate floral carvings.

Lenore pushed her small delicate right hand through, revealing a furnished bedroom with a red carpet. It was half the size of the council room they just left from. It was a classic set up, in the center, a large king sized bed with black velvet sheets proudly stood besides a desk and dressir. The desk had a few parchments lying on it with a quill stand and an ink chamber. No doubt, thats where she writes her diplomatic letters. The large window to the right displayed the room’s content to the icy mountains of Styria. Through the corner, away from the crowd, stood an inconspicuous corridor that lead to the bathroom. A simple steel chandelier hung from the ceiling, reflecting its cold flames against the marble floor. A red velvet carpet covered most of the floor, reflecting the night and the blood.

"I'm afraid your chambers will take a day or two to finish. The mason is a talented man but I want to make sure that you're given quality. So I guess I'll be keeping you in here, in my chambers for the time being"

She put it so non chalantly as she let go of his hand to rummage through the dresser. She took several different tunics and assessed them. She gave a satisfactory hum as she found one that seemed to meet her liking.

"There!"

She presented a simple Blue Tunic, woven of silk.

"This will bring out the color of your eyes!"

Nothing, he was still too dazed to even acknowledge the happenings around him.

"Hello, Pretty boy? What's going on in that silly little head of yours?"

Lenore cheerfully chided him. It was at that moment that Hector returned to reality. Everything materialised and he noticed her holding the tunic in front of him. It became painfully aware to him that he was now in her chambers.

"Now now Hector, you don't expect me to dress you up now? Do you?"

She hithered, a wink followed at the end of her sentence. Her cheeky smile showing a hint of fang. She couldn't help with her sultry tone throughout.

"I don't want anything from you"

He muttered under his breath. Doing everything he can to defy her whims. Even if they were for his benefit.

"Nonsense! This tunic is of fine silk. It's far more comfortable and better than the rags that you've been wearing until now. It'll even help keep you warm in our walks!"

She was taken aback. She was hoping a change of scenery and new clothes would loosen him up but clearly that wasn't the case.

"I don't know Lenore. It's not like I have a say in the matter, now that I'm your slave!"

He grumbled. Arms now crossed and eyes dangerously narrowed. There wasn't necessarily venom behind those words. Just exhaustion.

At this, she sighed, she set the tunic aside, gently placing it on the desk and crossed her arms. Crossing her arms, she pouted. Her eyes, narrowed, indicating tiredness but at the same time they had an understanding glare, there was no hint of irritation, or anger. She relaxed herself and smiled again. Resting her arm on the chair of the desk.

She had her work cut out for her when it came to him. She reminded herself. But she'll be patient. And she'll make him understand.

"You're not my Slave Hector! You're my Pet ! They're two different positions. As my pet I'll take care of you. I'll protect you from Carmilla's wrath. I'll shower you with my affections and I'll be your voice in front of my Sisters. And I already told you. Your chambers will be ready soon and you'll also have the freedom of the castle!"

She calmly and methodically put it as she gently gestured towards him with her arm. She didn't hide her smile when she mentioned about showering him with her affections which was accentuatated with the blush on her porcelain cheeks. The twinkle in her ember eyes strengthened as she talked about it, with a warm, pleading looking in her eyes, beckoning him to see the positives.

"I don't care about that Lenore! I trusted you! I pledged my life away to you! I thought you wanted to run away with me! You took my trust and spat it back on my face!"

He growled, his voice, husky. Clear

Venom was imbued on those words of his this time. Hector suppressed the urge to execute every conceivable act of defiance, just to spite her. He thought of attacking her again like the time when she first visited his cell bearing gifts of peace. He hoped that she would overpower him like last time and accidentally kill him in the process. Or even better, He thought of running out of her room and jumping out of the corridor, into the stone cold courtyard below. Dying would be certainly preferable than losing what little remained of his dignity. Little by little he gave in to those urges. The sweet release from his dehumanizing servitude sweetened it's allure with each passing moment.

But before he could pour actual intent to his thoughts he could feel a slight buzzing on his finger. The finger where the ring rested. It started to tingle. Burn even. Lenore's voice from the council room echoed.

"These rings are linked, you wear them and his creatures will be loyal to you too. And if he ever tries to harm us, take the ring off or tries to run away the ring will cause him so much pain that he would think he shat out his own heart"

He knew then and there that even his own death won't happen on his terms. She controlled everything in the end. She gets to decide when he would die. She gets to dictate his life from now on. He was stuck in a gilded cage.

A defeated exhale left his mouth as he resigned himself. It was over. She enslaved every aspect of his life, from the way he would live, his death and even the most intimate aspect, the one thing that defined him, his forging. He collapsed on his knees again, but this time on the soft carpet instead of the painfully cold icy marble floor. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he clutched his head.

"Hector!"

Lenore glid over to him, not making a sound. She bent down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders once again as she tugged them towards her. Bringing his head to her chest.

She couldn't bear to see him like this. She knew he was hurting, she knew she was the cause of it. But there was no other way to secure his life. It was the only way she could make sure to keep him safe as well as placate her sisters' wrath, especially Carmilla. They needed tangible proof of his loyalty to the Styrian cause. And the rings were the only way. She gently caressed his silver hair. As she properly took in the state this poor boy was in. He needed someone to care for him, to guide him.

His tense frame began to relax. The aching muslces began to loosen up. He was leaning into her touch. How he hated it.

This woman is the source of your damnation damnit!

But she also felt so good. So so good.

Her tender touch soothed the ache of his heart. Her embrace made him feel safe. Feel wanted.

But before Lenore could ponder over the next course of action to take she heard him grunt and felt his body jerk away from her touch.

He took a step back, breathing hardly. Clear disgust displayed on his face as he defiantly grimaced. He steeled himself yet again.

"No...not again"

A hoarse whisper escaped his lips as he fought back the tears. His ironclad resolve bringing about a second wind to his body. That resilience of his was one of the qualities she admired in Hector. No normal man would've survived the hell Carmilla put him through, making him march 800 miles from Brailla to Styria, for a month when Winter was at its peak.

He was Carmilla's personal punching bag, a medium for her to blow off some steam after her failed coup on Dracula. The very Dracula whom Hector served. And not simply serve, he was one of the two humans, two Forgemasters, whom Dracula made his close confidants, his trusted human generals to organize the war effort on their own kind, the very kind that ostracized them and turned them into outcasts, Dracula sought their counsel and help once he decided that humanity had no valid reason to exist after they killed his human wife.

Carmilla managed to persuade Hector to see reason. The Old man had gone mad, he lied to Hector, he wasn't simply going to cull the Human race and put the survivors in pens as he promised the naive boy, He was going to purge them all.

"Hector please-"

"No!"

He spat back. He was at his wits end and if this went on any longer, he would give out. His shoulders rising and falling with each weary breath. His Silver locks swaying with each breath as they framed his face. Aquamarine Eyes glinting from the torches in her chambers.There was grace in every movement of his. Even when he was at his worst, even when he was beaten down and naked in the cell. Even when he was inside her. He looked graceful. Lenore mused.

"You're all the same! You and Carmilla, you come bearing false gifts of peace. You talk about how you're looking out for me with your kind words only to plunge the dagger from behind once I've expended my usefulness!"

The Bloody Audacity. She thought.

As much as she loved her sister, Lenore always abhorred violence. She refused to accept that dominance and subjugation is the solution to every problem. She prided herself in her diplomacy. Getting their rivals under the fold without senseless violence was one of her many accomplishments as the Diplomat of the quartet. Unlike Carmilla, Lenore doesn't believe in violence, she believes in commerce. You get something I get something and we both leave happy. There's a degree of compromise involved as neither of the parties get what they want but there's also the satisfaction.

For her, Violence was always a last resort. Yes, she beat Hector during her first visit to his cell, but that was only out of retaliation. He attacked her first, grabbing her throat, threatening to rip it out if she didn't let him go. But there was no malice behind his actions, it was more akin to a skittled puppy lashing out of fear than anything. A wounded animal frantically trying to save itself. If only Carmilla didn't beat the shit out of him and made him march 800 miles, chained up and without his boots, if only her sister tried to reason with the man again and gave him a purpose to work for them. Things would've been different. That's how it always is. Carmilla loses her temper and Lenore has to implement damage control.

She convinced Hector that what they're doing is exactly what he thought Dracula promised him, a cull. Conquering the region between Styria and Brailla and fortifying their new empire and securing the livestock. The plan guaranteed their safety for centuries to come but they didn't have the man power to execute it yet. Their army dealt severe casualties during the siege at Brailla. Things were going as per their plan until an outside party teleported Dracula's castle away and killed him themselves. Dracula was dead, and the vacuum that his death caused in the Vampire power structure was too good to be passed up. Hector's army of night creatures will help secure their expanded empire, or greater

Styria as Carmilla calls it. She convinced him of their plan. Now she must convince him that his current position is for his own good, that this is what he truly needed. She didn't lie when she said she liked him. She does. But she's loyal to her sisters first and foremost. But once she brings Hector into her fold he'll be hers. Her own little slice of cake for an eternity to enjoy for. But for that she must put in the work.

She knew that Hector, as he is right now won't be able to listen to reason. A plan already forming in her mind.

"Alright Hector, I understand that you're in no state to listen to what I've to say. I can't blame you.

As much as I would like to spend the entire night, to stay by your side and ease you into it I can't. I have urgent matters to attend to to. So in the meantime, please make yourself at home. There's the corridor leading to the bath. I can't have you in this miserable condition, now that you're under my care. There's the tunic I selected for you on the dresser. If you don't like it then please choose your pick from the collection. I'll have a servant bring you proper food, god's you must be starving. There are books here that you might like. I probably won't be back until sunrise. So please, make yourself comfortable and get ample rest in the meantime. We'll talk once you're in a better state of mind"

She gave a reassuring smile, there was not a single hint of exasperation behind those ruby irises. She was being genuine. Her small delicate hand pushed through the huge Mahogany door again and she ventured out. The click-clack of her heels fading out.

Hector let out a breath of relief. He didn't know how much more he could take it. To breath the same air as that woman. To share the same space as her. But he was more disgusted of the fact that he was upset when she left. But he tried his best in hiding it. He knew if he didn't then she would know she still had some leverage over his heart. She had his forging skills, but he will never come to her willingly.

He won't offer himself to her like he did in that cell. He would forge away night creatures to the quartet's content, to her content, but he will never give her the satisfaction of seeing him like she did in that cell.

But she did make sense, he was dirty and exhausted. He swatted some grime that collected on his temples with his arm. He sure could use a bath. Part of him wanted to spite her and sleep on the floor, unwashed. Like a disobedient dog. But he was too tired for anymore theatrics. If he were to live in this gilded cage, he might as well allow himself a few basic comforts. Just a few.

No more and no less. He didn't want to give her the idea that he was starting to lean into her affections. Because in his heart he knew that this was a battle of attrition, and he was dealt with the short end of the stick.

[hic-sunt-daemones]

Ties That Bind

So, let’s talk Black Butler II. I know it’s the odd one out—non-canon, polarizing, and often overlooked—but I can’t help but love it. There’s something about its dark themes, Alois’ desperate search for love amidst his trauma, and the intricate way it ties everything together that sticks with me. And Claude Faustus? Twisted, detached, and fascinating in all the best (and worst) ways.

This brings me to my OC, Chasan—a mute angel drawn into the tangled web of this story. I don’t know exactly where this fanfiction will take me yet, but sometimes you just need to let the words out and see where they land.

I’ll be exploring this mix of despair, desire, and detachment in a way that feels right for me, so expect snippets, musings, and maybe more as the story unfolds. Here’s to diving headfirst into this beautifully dark world. Let’s see what comes of it.

Read "Intro: The Spider In The Morning" below (956 words)

Intro: The Spider In The Morning

The first rays of dawn barely pierced the heavy drapery of Trancy Manor, their golden light suffocated by the shadows that clung stubbornly to every corner. The air was thick with a sense of unrest, a quiet tension that had become as much a fixture of the manor as the spiderweb filigree adorning its furnishings.

Claude Faustus ascended the grand staircase with measured steps, a silver tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. The other adjusted his glasses, the lenses gleaming faintly. On the tray sat a porcelain teapot, a single cup, and a dish of cream, all arranged with the same precision that governed every action the demon butler performed. Yet beneath his immaculate façade, irritation festered—a persistent thorn embedded in his pride.

The master of this house had become insufferable. Alois Trancy’s erratic nature had grown even more unhinged since Claude’s failed attempt to sever their contract. It was a bond that should have dissolved when Alois’s fixation on Ciel Phantomhive derailed their shared purpose. But the boy’s desperate wish, driven by a need to bind Claude to him, persisted. That wish kept the threads of their twisted relationship intact, much to Claude’s chagrin.

When he reached the door to Alois’s chambers, Claude paused. He could hear the restless rustle of sheets, a sharp inhale, and a muffled groan of pain. No doubt the wound Alois had sustained in his duel with Phantomhive still troubled him. Yet the boy’s agony evoked no sympathy from Claude—only a cold satisfaction that he masked with perfection.

With a flick of his wrist, the door opened, and Claude stepped inside.

Alois lay sprawled on the bed, his frail form barely filling the vast expanse of silk sheets. His pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his blonde hair clung to his forehead in damp curls. The moment his sapphire eyes met Claude’s yellowish ones, they burned with a fiery mixture of anger and desperation.

“You’re late!” Alois’s voice cracked, hushed and petulant, though he knew Claude’s punctuality was unerring.

Claude closed the door behind him with the quiet finality of a tomb. “Good morning, Your Highness.” His voice, smooth as polished silver, betrayed none of the disdain curling in his chest.

He approached the bedside table, setting the tray down with a delicate clink. Without waiting for acknowledgment, Claude poured tea into the waiting cup, steam curling like ghostly tendrils. He turned and offered it to Alois, who sat up with a pained grimace.

Alois snatched the cup, glaring at Claude over its rim. “Don’t act like everything’s normal, Claude. I know you hate being here.”

Claude’s piercing gaze betrayed no emotion as he adjusted his glasses. “Your tea is prepared to your exact specifications, Master. A blend of Darjeeling and Assam.”

“Oh, shut up!” Alois slammed the cup down, tea sloshing over the delicate rim. “Do you think I don’t know? You want to run off to that damn Phantomhive brat, don’t you? Still thinking about his bloody soul, aren’t you?”

“Your imagination is as vivid as ever, Master” Claude said, his tone impeccably neutral.

Alois flung back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his nightshirt slipping off one shoulder. He winced, clutching his side where the bandages peeked through the silk. His voice dropped, trembling with suppressed emotion. “You tried to kill me, Claude.”

“And yet Your Highness remains here, alive and well,” Claude replied, his words carefully measured and refusing to let his disdain slip through it.

Alois laughed bitterly, the sound raw and uneven. “Alive, but only because you couldn’t finish the job. Admit it—you’re stuck with me, bound like a spider in its own web.”

Claude turned toward the window, ignoring the cutting twist in his gut as he pulled the curtains open. Sunlight poured into the room, harsh and revealing. Alois shielded his eyes with a dramatic groan, but Claude’s attention was elsewhere. His sight swept over the grounds beyond, pausing briefly at the edge of the forest where shadows clung unnaturally to the trees.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Alois’s tone shifted abruptly, feigned nonchalance poorly masking his need for engagement. “There is nothing scheduled for today, Master.”

Alois perked up, his features gleaming with sudden, manic energy. “Nothing? A whole damn day to myself? Oh, the possibilities!” He rose unsteadily, pacing toward the window with a frenetic bounce in his step. “Maybe I’ll hunt something. Or set something on fire. What do you think, Claude? What would entertain me?”

Claude didn’t answer immediately. His sight remained fixed on the treeline, where he thought—just for an instant—he’d seen a figure. A flicker of movement, a glint of something silvery. But the shadows held their secrets, and the presence was gone before he could focus.

“Claude!” Alois’s voice snapped him back, cuspid and demanding. “Are you even listening? Or are you thinking about him again?”

Claude turned, bowing slightly. “My Master has my undivided attention.”

Alois’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. “Good. Remember that.” He stalked past Claude, his movements uneven but full of purpose. “I think I’ll find something to break. Or someone. Let’s see how far I can push you then before you finally snap.”

Claude inclined his head, his voice calm. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

Alois moved toward the door, his energy as erratic as his thoughts. Yet Claude lingered by the window, his golden eyes narrowing as they scanned the forest once more. The unease simmering beneath his perfect surface refused to dissipate.

Unseen, from the shadows of the trees, grey eyes watched the manor with quiet intensity. A faint breeze rustled the leaves, carrying a whisper of something ancient and foreboding.

Chapter I-I: The Spider In The Garden →

[fruityyamenrunner]

I haven't tried pasting random passages into the bing robot and I haven't seen anyone try it yet so here are my findings

In the 1830s Newman had believed that Catholicism could become what Protestantism had failed to become - a religion for the masses. From that point of view his conversion implied the belief that the Papacy alone could cope with Democracy, and it was the tension he hinted at between the inferential theology of the Church and the simple religion of the masses that made A Grammar of Assent as political a book as The Arians of the Fourth Century.

I n the languages investigated so far, relative time reference has been restricted to subordinate verb forms (finite or non-finite), while main clause (and many subordinate clause) verb forms have received absolute time reference. I t should be noted, however, that these correlations are by no means absolute across the languages of the world.

The circumstellar medium of the B[e] supergiants must consist of at least two components: a high-velocity stellar wind and a dense cool region with low velocity, possibly a disk. In the latter, molecules and dust have formed and TiO emission at 6159 A has been observed (see Zickgraf 1993). Significant polarization has been detected in most of the objects (Magalhaes 1993), showing that the envelopes are non-spherically symmetric.

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ETS Complexes I, III, IV, and V are all compromised in hybrid copepods, but there are no negative effects on Complex II (Ellison and Burton, 2006). As presented in detail above, Complexes I, III, IV, and V are all composed of interacting mt and N gene products. Complex II is the only complex that is composed entirely of N gene products

In October 1994 I was debating publicly with a conservative scholar in Moody Bible Church in Chicago. I had accepted the invitation in the hope that we could lessen somewhat the mutual contempt between opposing Christian groups. In the event, that did not work since he presented himself as a theological hit man opposing and refuting me as an “atheist” (see how these Christians hate one another).

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From the standpoint of logical presentation in the real world, however, we have to carry out a kind of bootstrap operation with regard to the quantity φ; for how could it be known?

Intuitively, you may have no difficulty in seeing the procedure you would use to determine φ from measurements with the counter. But, logically, we need to have the calculation about to be given before we can justify that procedure.

It is not easy to take any of the Hellenistic utopias seriously: they positively invited the unkind attention of a satirist such as Lucian, being “escapist, uncommitted, and gelatinous.”⁹⁷ Behind most of them lurks the ideal of ataraxia, escape from stress: universal brotherhood expressed in terms of fugal myths glorifying the distant and exotic, the Noble Savage as Scyth, Indian, or Hyperborean

The house was new and on this ground floor smelled of concrete and paint. The rooms were not yet fully decorated; the furnishings were sparse. But there were fans everywhere; and the bathroom fittings, from Germany, were rare and expensive. ‘I am craze for foreign,’ Mrs Mahindra said. ‘Just craze for foreign.’

She marvelled at our suitcases and at what they contained. She fingered with reverence and delight.

‘Craze, just craze for foreign.’

From the outset of this meeting, Smiley had assumed for the main a Buddha-like inscrutability from which neither Tarr’s story nor the rare interjections of Lacon and Guillam could rouse him. He sat leaning back with his short legs bent, head forward, and plump hands linked across his generous stomach. His hooded eyes had closed behind the thick lenses. His only fidget was to polish his glasses on the silk lining of his tie.

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Arryved been° this Cristen folk to londe° In Surrye with a greet solempne route.° And hastifliche° this Sowdan sente his sonde,° First to his mooder and al the regne° aboute,

And seyde his wyf was comen° out of doute° And preyde hire° for to ride agayn° the queene,

The honour of his regne° to susteene.°

Perturbat me, C. Caesar, etiam illud interdum, quod tamen cum te penitus recognovi, timere desino: re enim iniquum est, sed tua sapientia fit aequissimum: nam dicere apud eum de facinore, contra cuius vitam consilium facinoris inisse arguare, cum per se ipsum consideres, grave est; nemo enim fere est qui sui periculi iudex non sibi se aequiorem quam reo praebeat: sed tua, C. Caesar, praestans singularisque natura hunc mihi metum minuit.

Le jeune homme dont l’œil est brillant, la peau brune,

Le beau corps de vingt ans qui devrait aller nu,

Et qu’eût, le front cerclé de cuivre, sous la lune Adoré, dans la Perse un Génie inconnu,

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One week after the parinibbana of the Buddha at the salavana or the Mallas near Kusinara, on the full-moon day in the month of Vaisakha, a monk named Subhadda who took ordination in old age spoke thus, "Friend, you need not lament, you need not grieve. We are free from the Mahasamana who used to trouble us by asking us to perform this or that act."

Excellence, then, is a state concerned with choice, lying in a mean relative to us, this being determined by reason and in the way in which the man of practical wisdom would determine it. Now it is a mean between two vices, that which depends on excess and that which depends on defect; and again it is a mean because the vices respectively fall short of or exceed what is right in both passions and actions, while excellence both finds and chooses that which is intermediate.

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Are You Praying to Me? (Zhongli x Childe) ✦ 7k, smut and aftercare

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childe's job is to keep zhongli safe during his transition into mortal life, though he can't help but grow fond of the ex-archon over time. zhongli is a bit ooc (aggresive lmao) this is an AU where the fatui are not evil, zhongli peacefully gives up his gnosis and childe is chosen to ensure his safety during the transition process.

cw: blood, degrading language, mouth fucking, anal and oral sex, spanking, part dragon transformation, rough sex, unprotected sex, consensual but non-safe and non-sane sex

Top Zhongli x Bottom Childe

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

Childe rushed into the funeral parlor, swiftly discarding the paper plate of the Mora meat he was stuffing in his face moments ago. Ferrylady kindly greeted him at the counter: "Good evening sir, you're here for Mr. Zhongli, correct?". Childe wanted to answer, that was until he started choking on the mouthful of meat. "Tartaglia, you are late, again." After he was done coughing, Childe found the consultant standing in front of his office's door staring at the young man in a calm yet slightly annoyed manner. "Yes, hi! Terribly sorry to keep you waiting." he said and ran through the office door. Zhongli sighed and shut the door as they both settled on the sofa.

The office was tastefully furnished with earth tones dominating the walls and windows as pleasant smells of oaky osmanthus wine and freshly brewed tea mixed together harmoniously. Childe was catching his breath as Zhongli poured both of them a cup of tea with his slender fingers coated in a pair of brown silk gloves. "Might I ask why is it so hard for you to comply with a very reasonable meeting hour every single time?", the archon parted the silence.

There was no judgment or mockery in his tone, there usually never was. Childe chuckled lightly, "I am so sorry our mighty Rex Lapis, but Signora wanted to see me regarding the visits I have with you. I'm afraid she is concerned about me being too useless, so now I have new orders for when I see you weekly." he explained. Zhongli had settled back on the couch and was calmly taking a sip of his tea. "Interesting. What are these new orders then?" he inquired with one brow slightly raised.

Childe had already chugged the tea before the consultant was even done talking. "Well, nothing too extreme. I just have a list of questions I need to ask you regularly. I also now have the right to question you about some of your actions and people around you if the Fatui finds any suspicious intel about or against them. Keeping you safe is my primary order, after all." Zhongli was mildly annoyed at the feeling of being treated like a child, but he enjoyed Tartaglia's company, and quite frankly, his life was pretty ordinary after giving up his Gnosis alongside the matters of Liyue to the Qixing.

He already did not have anything to hide and was aware that Childe or someone else was constantly tracking him from a non-threatening distance during the day to make sure he wasn't targeted. It was still a sensitive period of transformation, both for Liyue and Zhongli.

After this consideration process, he decided to cooperate. "Well then. Ask away."

Childe took out a folded, crinkled piece of paper from his pocket. "Oookay, number one: For the past week, have you noticed anyone other than friends and acquaintances around you frequently, or had the slightest impression that someone was following you? Don’t think that you may be exaggerating, we care about every detail that may prove useful". Zhongli laid the teacup on the table, "Do you mean other than you?". Childe chuckled: "Yes, obviously other than the Fatui."

Zhongli stared through the window for a second, contemplating. "No, not that I have noticed." he finally answered. Childe nodded and noted that down. The rest of the questions were also along the same lines, about how safe the ex-archon felt in his estate and workplace, and how smooth his transition was into becoming a standard citizen of Liyue. After the procedural questions, Childe stated that he will be moving onto the specific ones regarding the course of this last week. Zhongli cooperated once again, not saying anything more than necessary and sipping his tea.

"Where were you two nights ago after dinner and why did you not inform us that you would not be returning to your estate?" Childe asked abruptly. Zhongli froze in place for a second. "I do not like how this question is phrased. What is this, an interrogation?" he protested. Childe ruffled his hair, "No, of course not. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that we scouted the position of your house very carefully and...we cannot ensure your safety when you spend the night somewhere else and...with someone we have no intelligence on. You can tell me, even if it is personal. I am not obliged to disclose all sensitive information to the Fatui." Childe explained, offending Zhongli was the last thing he wanted to do.

The older man was sitting in silence, staring out of the window. "Fine. I was with an old friend. We had dinner to reminisce about the old days and continued the night with drinks at his house. It was quite late so he offered that I spend the night at his guest bedroom. Does that explanation suffice?" It was very obvious that Zhongli was getting annoyed. "Is it just a friend?" Childe knew it was wrong to ask that but the words had left his curious mouth almost involuntary.

"Tartaglia, that is extremely out of line? I cannot possibly be expected to disclose such personal details." Zhongli had slightly lost his composure for the first time in ages. Deep down it was bothering him to constantly be monitored like a helpless child, he was no longer a god, true, but he was far from weak. Even without his Gnosis he could take on an entire army. Childe stuttered, "I--I'm very sorry, it's not that...I mean I'm not supposed to ask that. I'm sorry, I got nosy, Zhongli."

The archon's face relaxed again, hearing Childe say his name was so pleasant, and it turned out that the Fatui did not care about his personal affairs after all, aside from this hot-headed man sitting across from him, of course. Zhongli spoke up to mend the situation: "It's okay. I feel that I have overreacted. Might I ask why you were so curious in the first place?"

Childe didn't know how to answer that. His palms were sweating and he was very unsure about what to tell Zhongli. Eventually he decided to be honest but also downplay how much he actually liked the archon. "It's just that... Please do not get this the wrong way, I expect nothing in return and it is probably nothing at all anyways, just this thing I feel but it is just…" he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt Zhongli's hand lightly rest on his leg.

"Why don’t you stop rambling and tell me?" Zhongli asked calmly for him to continue. "Just a... crush. I think." Childe finished his train of thought. "A crush on me? Elaborate." Childe was so embarrassed that his cheeks were completely flushed red. The consultant had already noticed, he was thinking about how beautiful these rosy cheeks made him look paired with the baby blue eyes and fluffy ginger locks.

Zhongli was taken out of his thoughts when Childe started talking shakily again: "What do you mean elaborate? There is nothing to elaborate on... It just means maybe I kind of like you." Zhongli had zero emotion in his expression, which was making Childe even more nervous. Was he genuinely trying to understand what the young man was feeling, was he judging him, mocking him, or maybe even laughing at him on the inside? Childe could feel his stomach twisting, cursing himself in his own head for even saying anything in the first place.

He was pulled out of his own thoughts when Zhongli followed up: "What do you like about me, Tartaglia?" Childe had a thousand answers to that, which one to even begin with? The man was the Geo Archon. He tried to gather his thoughts and not give in to this anxious state as Zhongli started moving his hand on Tartaglia's leg up and down at the worst possible moment, lightly brushing against the young man's pants with his clothed fingers to encourage him to speak up. Childe took a deep breath, "I just like the way you carry yourself and... how everyone shuts the hell up to hear what you have to say whenever you open your mouth. A-and not to even mention how you literally know fucking everything from combat to flowers and... tea and... history, rocks... And, well...You always look so-" Childe couldn't find a non-vulgar word to end the sentence with.

Zhongli's eyebrow was raised. "I always look so what?" he smirked.

Childe got up and headed toward the door. "I won't say it okay? I know you are making fun of me for all this and I won't give you the satisfaction. Forget I even said anything." he sounded genuinely hurt. Zhongli was actually surprised at how much this man feared his rejection, but he was not planning on rejecting anyway, so with an agile move he made his way toward the door and put his hand on Childe’s waist, sending an intense shockwave to every single cell in the harbinger's body. "I am not making fun of you Childe. All I wanted was to hear your thoughts about me. I can’t do that if you're not being honest, can I?" Zhongli called him out. His hands were still lingering around the young man's waist, caressing his hips and lower back.

Childe finally mustered the courage to look up and finish his thought: "What I meant to say is that you always look so handsome." he couldn't help but lower his gaze again. Zhongli hummed in a deep voice that sent a tingle into Childe's stomach. "Is that just an observation you made during our time together or do you think about me when you're alone as well?" the tables had turned and the ex-archon was the one conducting the interrogation now.

Childe could feel a drop of sweat run down from his forehead when the consultant caught it swiftly with the tip of his glove. Childe swallowed the lump forming on his throat before opening his mouth to answer: "I sometimes do." Lie. It was all the time. Zhongli's face was stiff as a rock throughout this interaction, but at that moment Childe could have sworn there was a spark burning in the archon's honey-coloured eyes. Zhongli was in fact getting riled-up as he asked again, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Flushed wasn't even enough to describe how red Childe was turning at the unchaste, unexpected inquiry. He knew he did not have to answer any of these questions, but he was feeling this intense yet calm aura from Zhongli, reassuring him that it is okay to play along. A weird "ngh" sound escaped from his completely dried up throat and he slowly nodded yes.

Zhongli pressed Childe even closer to the wall as he placed his lips onto the young harbinger's. There was very little movement as if the archon was waiting for Childe to become ready to respond, and he finally did come out of the initial shock to move his tongue inside Zhongli's mouth eagerly. He regretted that immediately though, thinking that it came out so sloppy and inexperienced. The thought of it bothered him so much that he could not even focus on the fact that they were kissing.

Zhongli’s hands were wandering around Childe’s hips and waist gently, his lips guiding Childe deeper into the kiss. They had spent enough time for Zhongli to know that this was not Childe’s usual self, he was never this unsure and startled. He always thought he was the wittiest and smartest person in the room, that nothing and no one could surprise him. But there he was, smushing his face into the archon’s like it was his first time.

It was rather cute to Zhongli actually. The harbinger suddenly lifted his hand to brush against the older man’s cheek in an attempt to gain some dominance, he was now moving his tongue more skilfully, exploring Zhongli’s mouth and pulling him even closer with every kiss, he was already getting hard and rubbing his crotch against the archon’s thigh shamelessly to let him know how much he wanted to be under him, moaning and screaming, melting to his touch. Zhongli was so perfect, Childe had never seen him slip, ever, which is why he wanted to see him break so badly. He was still pressed up against the wall, letting out small moans in between kisses into Zhongli’s mouth.

The hands around his waist had gotten more aggressive, squeezing his ass, nails digging into his thighs. The archon pulled away from the kiss and directed his mouth at the harbinger’s pale neck, leaving small kisses behind his ears, under his chin and around his collarbones. Childe could feel his flesh burning even from that, then Zhongli introduced his tongue and teeth as well, sucking, biting and leaving temporary red marks, almost as if he was painting a landscape on the young man’s skin. Childe’s heart was banging out of his ribcage.

Zhongli lifted up his head to glance at the ginger, eyes closed, lips slightly parted and puffy from all the biting and sucking. His left hand wandered around the harbinger’s groin, rubbing his now very hard dick over his pants as his other hand grabbed the ginger locks, tugging lightly.

"You're making me lightheaded, Morax." Childe whispered while he held onto Zhongli's chest for support. The archon's eyes glowed as he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "It has been a while since anyone has called me by that." Childe felt all fuzzy inside, he knew saying that would rattle Zhongli and he was very satisfied with the result. He met the archon's gaze with a playful smirk: "Well, you are my responsibility for the time being and that includes making a thorough research. I take my job very seriously." The corners of Morax’s mouth curved upward as a “hmph” escaped his lips, he resumed leaving kisses around the younger man's neck and collarbones, nibbling at the skin and biting lightly to tease him.

Not being touched at this point was starting to drive Childe crazy, he really wanted Zhongli but begging for anything at all was simply not in his nature. He started grinding more roughly against his thigh to signal that he wanted more stimulation while allowing his hands to wander on the older man’s back, tracing his fingers over his silk jacket and toned muscles. Zhongli slowly pulled away from Childe’s arms and stared deeply into his beautiful blue eyes. “Would you like for me to do more, dear?” he asked, Childe’s heart was fluttering at the sound of him finally calling him something else than his code name. He nodded eagerly trying to hide his blushing cheeks. ”Use your words while you can, your mouth will be full soon.” Zhongli asserted. Childe nodded again and stuttered a “yes please”, still too shy to look up.

Zhongli had already noticed how desperate he was becoming so he wanted to have some fun and test Childe’s boundaries. He looked into the harbinger’s eyes again, only this time less sweet and more demanding: “Very well, then, on your knees.” Childe chuckled, “HA, buy a guy a drink firs-” he was cut off by Zhongli grabbing his hair from the top, slamming him on his knees down to the floor. Childe lifted his head to look up at Zhongli in shock to find the archon staring down on him with a humiliating smirk on his face: “It was an order, not a request at your unmatched wit.” he knew very well that Childe was thoroughly enjoying being degraded like this.

The harbinger got over the initial shock and his usual self was back in a second. “Never seen you this harsh with anyone Xiansheng, you must really be desperate to fuck my mouth.” he smirked back, without breaking eye contact. The intimidation and the anticipation were sending lightning bolts to every single nerve on his body. Zhongli was impressed at how he didn’t budge, he tightened his grip on Childe’s hair when he tried to go for his dick and pulled his head a little back as the young man hissed, he bent slightly from the waist to bring his face closer to Childe’s face: “It seems to me that you are the overly-eager one. Don’t you worry, Tartaglia. I’ll be sure to take care of your pretty mouth.”

He dragged Childe from his hair toward the couch while the young man complied by crawling on all fours. Zhongli unzipped his pants and laid the clothes he was getting off on the couch carefully as a very curious and enthusiastic set of eyes studied him closely. He sat on the couch wearing only his unbuttoned white shirt and underwear. Childe was mesmerized at the sight of his toned body and glowing skin, even in his human form he didn’t look human. Humans had imperfections, Zhongli was perfectly sculpted, too good to be true. The harbinger moved closer to place his body between the archon’s legs, his nose brushing up against Zhongli’s abdomen and groin like a puppy eager to play.

Meanwhile Zhongli was running his fingers through the younger one’s hair and caressing his broad shoulders lightly. Childe could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric, Zhongli’s manner was patient and calm but Childe knew he wanted it too. He lifted his head buried in the archon’s groin and stared into his eyes asking for permission. “What is it?” Zhongli asked. “May I?” Childe was hoping he wouldn’t have to say it out loud. “May you what?” Zhongli was insistent. Childe took a deep breath, “May I suck you off, please?”. He hated asking for it, yet enjoyed the smug expression on Zhongli's face making him feel inferior.

“Take whatever it is you want from me, Ajax.”

A gasp exited the harbinger's mouth at the sound of hearing his real name. It felt so intimate coming out of Zhongli's lips, his deep voice tickling Childe's insides. He looked up at the older man with a curious look. "You are not the only one who has done their homework." Zhongli smiled. Childe chuckled, "Apparently." he dove back between Zhongli's legs and started to leave kisses all over his groin and thighs. The kisses soon turned into bites, earning light groans from the archon as Childe’s hands started to slide off the underwear.

His eyes widened when he realized that he was huge, and not even fully hard yet. “Is something wrong?” Zhongli asked with a smirk on his face, though the harbinger couldn’t see it as his eyes were still locked on Zhongli’s dick. He cleared his throat, “Nothing is wrong…It’s just--Um. I mean you’re big.” his cheeks were turning red.

Zhongli leaned forward to lift Childe’s chin, “You can take it, I’ll help.” he assured the young man. Childe started running his tongue up and down Zhongli’s shaft, occasionally stopping and sucking around spots he guessed to be sensitive. He was getting more comfortable as he was hearing Zhongli moan softly and feel his pretty, slender fingers tug on his ginger curls. With one last lick from the base up he started to roll his tongue around the tip, working his way down again at an extremely slow pace. Now it was his turn to test out how patient Zhongli was.

The archon was very satisfied with how much Childe wanted to please him at first, but now it felt like he was playing him. “Take it seriously before I pierce your throat, Tartaglia.” Zhongli warned him with his head still thrown back. Childe froze for a second as his cock twitched at the sound of that threat. He lifted his gaze to meet eyes with the older man for a second and continued at the same pace. Within a second, Zhongli leaned forward, tightly grabbed Childe's hair and pushed the young man, his mouth still open with shock from this sudden turn of events, all the way onto his cock till he felt the back of his throat with the tip.

Childe looked up desperately with eyes filling up with tears, unable to swallow or move his mouth at all as Zhongli slid him forward and back viciously. After a few minutes, the archon paused for a moment to let the boy on his knees breathe. The sweat and rolling tears were illuminating Childe’s cheeks while he caught his breath without breaking eye contact. “You look absolutely pathetic, it’s very pleasing.” Zhongli praised him. Childe’s eyes lit up with gratitude. Morax started running his thumb on the harbinger’s cheeks to wipe away the tears as he asked, “Would you like me to stop?” Childe nodded no, he held the older man’s hand that was caressing his cheek and lowered it to place kisses on his palm and fingertips. Pleased with the answer, Zhongli hummed as he pushed Childe’s parted mouth along his cock again.

The harbinger’s vision was getting blurry from the fast-paced movement while Zhongli’s now deeper moans and groans were bouncing off the walls like music to his ears. Childe decided to completely relax his neck and face allowing the archon to fuck his mouth however he wanted until he thrusted deep into him to pour his cum down the young harbinger’s throat. Childe swallowed in delight and looked up to find Zhongli with his head thrown back, trying to catch his breath as his hands tangled in Tartaglia’s hair slowly loosened their grip. Childe rubbed his cheeks and hair against the older man’s thighs, leaving tiny kisses to help him come down. Zhongli leaned forward to grab the younger man from his waist and pulled him onto his lap with ease.

He traced his slender fingers along the ginger’s jaw and neck as he spoke softly into his ear: “I thought you would be more rebellious than that.” Childe was getting really needy but did not give it away. “Let’s say I didn’t feel like resisting you.” he smiled innocently as he started grinding slowly against Zhongli’s cock, his right hand found its way to the back of the older man’s neck, unrestraining his beautiful golden brown locks from the shiny, diamond-shaped clip that held them in a neat ponytail.

Childe had figured out by now that Zhongli was good at keeping composure when aroused but he really did not know how to react to affection. So he kept the grinding to a minimum for now and started running his fingers through the archon’s hair, leaving kisses on his forehead, nose and cheeks, occasionally nuzzling into his chest to feel his heartbeat and breathe against his beautifully constructed collar bones sticking out of his pale skin. Zhongli normally would have taken over a thousand times by then and send whoever he was fucking on their way, but instead he sat patiently, watching Childe curiously.

For once, he actually wanted to know how his counterpart wanted to touch him as well. He finally resumed observing and reacted by pulling the young man closer, feeling his boner on his stomach and disrobing him from the gray and red work attire.

The archon hummed as he eyed the broad shoulders and toned muscles patterned with small freckles covering the harbinger’s upper body. Childe smirked, “Like what you see?” Zhongli lifted his gaze to meet the harbinger’s baby blue eyes with his glowing golden pupils, “Indeed, you are very pretty, Ajax.” Childe’s smirk vanished as his heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched on Zhongli’s stomach. “I…” Childe was once again embarrassed to say. “Tell me.” the archon encouraged him while lightly massaging his back. “I’m really…hard and… it really hurts.” Childe scratched his head and used it as an excuse to break eye contact.

Zhongli nodded, getting up from the couch with Childe’s legs wrapped around his waist. He supported him by cupping his ass with both hands as he carried the young man towards the door near the desk. Childe wrapped his hands around Zhongli’s neck as the archon opened the door, revealing a bedroom furnished with dark and tasteful colors with a fully mirror ceiling. Zhongli lightly placed Childe onto the bed to shut and lock the door. The harbinger had already slipped out of the rest of his clothes. Zhongli laid down next to the ginger and turned towards him as he glued their lips together passionately. His hand slid down to stroke Childe’s dick that was begging to be touched.

The harbinger held onto the archon’s shoulders as his beautiful, pale fingers massaged his shaft gently. Childe mewled into Zhongli’s ear, his breathing getting more unsteady as the archon’s movements got harsher, but never sloppy. He was very much in control, carefully calculating how Childe would react and how long it would take to make him crack. He kept going with the same pace until Childe started writhing and his mewls turned into outward moans. “You’re going to cum already?” Zhongli teased. “I—ngh…I sure would like to.” Childe spoke through moans.

Zhongli stopped for a second and grabbed Childe’s hair, pulling him away “You won’t until I say you can.” The harbinger’s rolled back pupils came back to look up at the archon, he wanted to reply but all of his blood was pumping to his dick and he literally couldn’t think of anything to say. Zhongli tightened his grip even more as his brows furrowed, “Do you understand me? Or are you so fucked out already? I barely even touched you.” his tone was harsh and demanding. Childe finally came down from his temporary high and panicked, “Y-yes Xiansheng…Only wh-when you say so…Understood.” Zhongli’s face relaxed again, he let go of the harbinger’s hair and pet it gently, “Good boy.” That interaction alone was enough to send Childe over the edge but he held himself.

“Be a doll and sit on your knees for me.” Zhongli ordered. The young man quickly got up and sat on the center of the bed with his back turned to the archon. Zhongli sat behind him, leaving kisses and marks along Childe’s neck and shoulders while his nails scratched his lower back, leaving red lines. The harbinger shuddered at the sensation, resisting the urge to direct Zhongli’s hands lower. He knew that would not result in a desired outcome, he just had to trust him and be patient.

The archon took his time exploring Childe’s body and easing him into it, eventually pushing his index and middle finger into the harbinger’s mouth. “Suck.” he ordered while Childe had already got to work lubricating the fingers sloppily. Zhongli took them out and played around the young man’s entrance, his other hand roaming around his chest and tummy. “Calm down and don’t hold your breath, I won’t hurt you just yet, okay?” the archon asked with a warm tone. Childe nodded yes.

“Do you trust me, Ajax?”

Childe turned his head to give the older man a kiss on the cheek, “I do.” Zhongli smiled and kept petting the harbinger’s tummy to calm him while he slowly pushed his index finger inside. Childe twitched for a second at the feeling and then relaxed into Zhongli’s arms while the finger started exploring his insides. He threw his head back to rest on the archon’s shoulder and let out lewd moans as Zhongli inserted his middle finger as well. “I can���t tell if this is your first or not. You look relaxed but you’re extremely tight.” Zhongli stated.

Childe chuckled, “I used to fuck arou-Ah…Fuck around a lot but lately I just…mmh…wanted someone special to touch me.” Zhongli smirked and shoved Childe’s face forward onto the pillow, adding a third finger. “So I’m the special someone?” The harbinger was dumbfounded as he suddenly found himself bent over, a muffled “yes” escaped through the pillow. His legs were trembling and it felt amazing but it just wasn’t enough anymore. “I see. Don’t you worry, my dear. I will personally make sure you never go this tight again.” Zhongli said as he stretched the young harbinger wider and wider.

Childe was too flustered to answer, he kept moaning and squeezing whatever he could to keep himself from orgasming. Zhongli slowly dragged out his fingers and scraped Childe off the bed. “How would you like me to fuck you?” Zhongli asked. The young man thought for a second trying to measure up what the archon wanted to hear. Or maybe he just really wanted to know what Childe wanted. He replied hesitantly, “Uh... This was fine, me bent over.”

The archon chuckled, most men he was with usually wanted to face him, which he did not quite understand. To him, sex was carnal, it could be intimate without eye contact and pet names too. He had realized how pleased Childe was when he was degraded, his choice of position wasn’t really surprising, but it was refreshing for Zhongli. “You really are a slut.” he teased. Childe suddenly looked up at him slyly, “Well make me yours then.” Zhongli’s expression went feral for a moment as he grabbed the young man’s throat, choking him from the sides of his neck. “For your sake, I really hope that wasn’t an order.”

Childe unintentionally grabbed Zhongli’s hand to pull it away but it was a futile effort. “It was j-hgh just a-mhm—a request.” he tried to speak.

Zhongli let the harbinger breathe. “Bend over before I change my mind.” Childe caught his breath while he got into position, not wanting to waste a second more. The archon lined up his dick with the young man’s pale buttcheeks, lingering near the entrance and neatly lubing himself and Tartaglia. “If you are genuinely hurt, you will tell me to stop. You, under no circumstance will keep tolerating it to please me. Understood?” Zhongli warned. “Understood, sir.”

“Very well then, relax and be good for me now.” the archon said as he slid gently into Childe’s hole, he could not help but hiss at the stinging. It really had been long since the last time he was penetrated, and Zhongli wasn’t exactly average in size.

The older man ran his fingers on Childe’s back, leaning down to leave gentle kisses on his hips as he eased his way into the opening further and further. “You’re doing so well.” Zhongli said as he started thrusting with almost all of his length. Childe’s hisses began to turn into moans induced by the full-body tingle forming under his burning skin. When Zhongli realized that they were out of the woods, he grabbed Childe’s hips and started pounding into him more roughly. A small scream escaped the younger one’s lips at the sudden change of pace but he adapted rather quickly, moving his hips with the rhythm of the archon in an effort to take him deeper, but Zhongli was insistent on avoiding the harbinger’s prostate. He smirked as he realized Childe’s motive and spanked him across his left cheek.

“Hold still if you want me to give you what you want, Ajax.” The young man groaned with pleasure, enjoying every second of it as Zhongli left his handprints all over his bottom till his eyes filled up with tears. The archon grabbed the soft ginger locks, pulling Childe’s head back to look into his eyes. “Crying for my dick so soon? We’re just getting started.” Zhongli teased. Childe grinned, “Don’t go easy on me, Morax. Promise I can take it.”

The archon pulled out slowly and sat on the bed, pulling Childe onto his lap. He swiftly settled and started sinking down along Zhongli's shaft when the archon's skilful hands grabbed his hips and started thrusting into him, brushing against his prostate slightly this time. Childe bit on Zhongli's shoulder to prevent himself from screaming, the older man was bouncing him on his lap as if he weighed nothing, all Childe could do was hold on for dear life while he fought the urge to cream all over Zhongli's stomach. He was being topped by a man literally sitting under him. Childe lifted his head buried on Zhongli's shoulder to come face to face with him.

The archon looked otherworldly, drops of sweat were glistening on his forehead, mouth slightly parted, low-pitched grunts and steaming hot breath hitting Childe's face as his hands grabbed at the harbinger's hips and delicate waist. Childe wrapped his arms around Zhongli's neck, not fighting for dominion anymore and completely leaving his body weight onto the archon. Zhongli's left hand reached up to cup the blushing cheeks of the harbinger, traveling down to his lips as he parted them. Childe didn't close his eyes, he knew it wasn't going to be a kiss, he watched in lust as Zhongli drained his spit down the young man's throat. He swallowed obediently, his entire lower body was trembling while still being hopped around by the archon.

He looked at Zhongli with half-open bedroom eyes, "Why can't I ride you? You must be getting tired." Zhongli's fingernails grew unintentionally, drawing blood from Childe's sides while his horns started prematurely forming. Childe didn't steer away from his coy, sly act as he moaned at the cuts around his ribs, "Mmh...didn't you like that, Xiansheng, why are you mad?" he took advantage of Zhongli trying to contain himself and took over, rocking his hips and throwing his head back with pleasure. "Don't you like how tight I am for you? If you transform you could probably rip me apart." Zhongli looked at him with metaphoric steam coming out of his ears, "Don't fucking--Ahh... force it Tartaglia, this wouldn't--Hmmpf--end well for you." he hissed, revealing his now pointy tongue.

The veins on Childe's dick were pulsating wildly, all of Zhongli's power was being utilized to prevent his transformation, he had no strength to stop anything Childe was doing. "Just let go... I know how badly you want to punish me." the harbinger kept teasing and for once, Zhongli listened, or maybe he just couldn't suppress it anymore. His skin darkened while amber eyes and lines along his limbs began to glow bright, his horns were so much more glorious than before, most of his lower body was covered in scales, Childe cried out as Zhongli's cock grew even bigger, forcing the walls of his insides.

The archon gained his control back with even more strength than before, he dug his nails deeper into Childe's torso, using the entry points to rock him up and down. The harbinger fought to keep his eyes open despite half of his blood being poured all over the bed and his asshole feeling like it was going to rip open. Yet he was moaning and screaming in lust. He loved the pain, he loved the blood, he loved finally being able to break Zhongli, to have him sweat and curse and go weak, even for a brief moment, it was priceless to Childe. The archon repeatedly banged against Childe's prostate harshly, delivering one last blow deep inside him that involuntarily spilt semen out of the harbinger's dick. Childe stopped himself, immediately remembering Zhongli's rule as the single drop of his seed rolled down the archon's thigh.

The dragon held the harbinger's face gently, smearing his own blood on his cheeks, "Did you just stop yourself?" 

Childe almost couldn't speak, the archon's voice was even deeper and raspier, the way he spoke sent shivers down the young man's spine. "Y-yes... Not until you--say so." he stuttered. The dragon leaned forward and laid Childe down under him, placing the ginger's legs on his shoulders without pulling out. He secured Childe's strong arms

that now looked frail in comparison by holding him down by the wrists. He thrusted in and out of the harbinger, not caring about whether it was too much or not, he knew that was how Childe wanted it. His legs resting on Zhongli's darkened shoulders were shaking and spasming uncontrollably while he writhed, squirmed and moaned under the dragon. He hated obeying but he definitely loved being made to obey. Especially when it was Zhongli. Who else could literally fold him in half and rail him into the mattress?

They both knew Childe could not hold on much longer. Tears started rolling down his pretty blue eyes, the pleasure was overwhelming, all he needed at that moment was the sweet release he craved for. "Oh God." he moaned, his wet cheeks reflecting the light from Zhongli's amber eyes as his own blue pupils disappeared to the back of his head. "Are you praying to me?" the dragon pointed out the irony. "P-please... Morax... I r-really need--hngh--need to cum..." Childe whined. Zhongli reached out for the young man's cock, freeing one of his hands. "I'm impressed that you took it so well." he hissed into Childe's ear while his hand started sliding up and down, massaging the harbinger's dick and stimulating him further. "Go ahead, Ajax. Seal my ownership."

Hearing that was enough for Tartaglia, he released between their bodies and over the bedsheets while the dragon followed his lead, held him close and growled into his ear: "All mine."

They stayed in a tight embrace for a few moments as Zhongli’s body slowly transformed back into human form. He pulled out of Childe carefully as the young man’s weeping ceased. Zhongli stared down sweetly, noticing how frail, pale and small Childe looked now with his eyes closed and limbs completely relaxed. Blood ran down from his torso while his face was covered in his own drool and tears. When his breathing came about at the normal pace, he lifted his eyelids and smiled exhaustedly at the archon, “Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Zhongli twisted his ginger curls around his finger “You look beautiful.” Childe chuckled, “I probably look like a mess.” Zhongli gave him a warm smile “A very ethereal one at that.” Childe realized his eyes were glowing but not in the way they used to. So far they seemed to want to rip the young man apart, burning fast and bright like destructive flames, but now they were illuminated like ambers, reliable, mesmerizing and protective like Zhongli’s usual self. Childe couldn’t help but reach out to stroke his cheek, then moved onto his hair, trailing down the brown as he made his way to the golden strands that draped over his strong shoulders.

Zhongli watched him carefully, unsure of how to respond. Childe involuntarily chuckled at how the man was confused once again. “Are you laughing at me, Childe?” Zhongli asked, not mad but genuinely curious. “Yeah it’s just like, I don’t know how to phrase this but you always look so confused and lost when I touch you, it’s very amusing.” Childe explained himself. “It’s nice to know you’re enjoying yourself at my expense. You see, I’m not the most affectionate being.” Zhongli answered as he lifted up the harbinger and made his way to the bathroom door.

Childe sat patiently on the archon’s lap while warm water ran down to fill the bathtub. “I mean it feels like you fuck a lot of people so you don’t want to do gentle stuff with any of them?” he rested his hand on the older man’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “It is not a matter of wanting but a matter of needing. Mortals deeply value physical and verbal affection since it gives their limited life span meaning. To us, touch is just for satisfaction, and to be divined.” Zhongli was back on paragraph generator mode.

“Basically you just get horny.” Childe summarized. “Indeed.” the archon affirmed as he put the harbinger in the bathtub, carefully washing away the blood, spit and semen without hurting his wounds. Zhongli studied his body covered in hickeys, bite marks, fresh cuts and bruises. Childe lightly chuckled, “Looks like I survived a war.”

“That’s the price of disobedience my dear.” Zhongli grinned as he started cleaning himself.

“Can’t blame me though, what’s more fun than disobeying a God?” Childe threw his head back on the bathtub, he was beginning to regain some of his energy. Zhongli hummed, “Fair enough.” He got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around his waist, Childe stayed put knowing that he would be back to get him as the older man made his way to the bedroom. Zhongli threw away the sheets and brought out his favorite set patterned with abstract illustrations of Qixing flowers, laying it out neatly and changing the pillow covers. He went back into the bathroom and grabbed Childe, drying him and applying a soothing cream to the wounds as the young man hissed.

Zhongli dressed Childe in his own clothes and laid him on the fresh bed sheets. The harbinger sat up and buried his nose in the silk shirt recognizing the familiar smell, he couldn’t help but smile while the archon was getting dressed with his back turned to the bed. Zhongli sat across from him, “Do you need anything?” he asked with a warm smile. Childe held his hand, startling the archon once more “Not really, thank you for taking care of me Xiansheng.”

Zhongli looked down at their intertwined fingers, then at Childe’s face and pulled him in for a hug. The harbinger buried his face in Zhongli’s chest as he wrapped his arms around the archon tightly. They stayed in this warm embrace until Zhongli parted their bodies, “I think I enjoy this Ajax. Would you mind if I slept with you?” Childe’s eyes widened, “You were just gonna leave?!”

Zhongli’s brows raised “I…sleep on the couch when I have a guest. Is that not normal?” Childe laughed as he got under the covers, “Sleep with me, I assume the concept of spooning would rock your world.” he joked. Zhongli followed his lead, “From context I am guessing it is a form of human couple sleeping done with the assistance of-” Childe cut him off by kissing him on the lips gently. “You’re an absolute freak. Now turn around.” Zhongli obliged, turning away on his right side as Childe wrapped his arm around his waist and glued their bodies together tightly.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. Zhongli relaxed his body and allowed it to lean on Childe’s chest, “Very much so.” Childe nuzzled his nose on the back of Zhongli’s neck. “Happy to hear. Goodnight, Xiansheng.” he sounded exhausted yet happy. The archon reached out to hold Childe’s hand wrapped around his waist. “Sweet dreams, my dear.”

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......what the hell does Centaur furniture look like?? You mentioned the trough toilet thingy, but what about normal sitting chairs or couches? Or beds. I assume Olof and the other Drifters Hollow Centaurs sleep on hair or something, but what about rich Centaurs like the Folkvaren Royal Family? (Ten bucks says Sygbarne has straps on her bed.)

That's a very good question, but the answer may disappoint you...centaurs actually don't use furniture! Well, they do, but not in the way that most other peoples do.

Chairs are not really a "thing" in centaur households. Some may own a few chairs or even a couch for their non-centaur guests, but the centaurs themselves just sit on the floor. When they go to restaurants, centaurs move the chairs aside to sit or lay down in front of the table.

The average centaur's couch is called a "sitting area", and it usually consists of pelts, rugs, and pillows arranged into a nest on the floor. Wealthier centaurs might have a large mattress to lounge on, while poor centaurs just use a pile of hay. The same principle applies to their beds.

I imagine the Folkvaran royal family sleeps on nothing less than the finest fur pelts and Morite silks. Due to this species' weight, bedframes are not very practical so they're rarely used. Instead, mattresses may be stacked on top of eachother for extra height.

A centaur's weight also means they can't just get any random mattress. They need one made specifically for heavyweight species, so it won't sag and go flat after a week. These are made out of tougher materials and are a lot more expensive. They also buy special tables that can withstand their weight when they lean on them, and that may be a taller height than standard tables.

Centaur dwellings in general have taller furnishings like cabinets and door handles. Doorways are taller, and so are the ceilings. Rooms tend to be spacious and open without much furniture, so they're not constantly bumping their big horse-asses into things. A standard human house would feel claustrophobic to a centaur.

As for Sygbarne...yeah, I can imagine her family strapping her down "for her own safety" (in reality, for their own convenience...). But since she would not have a bed frame, I think she would be strapped to the floor instead. I think her room would be sparsely-furnished, even by centaur standards. Her family's logic being: the less things she has, the less things she can destroy. She probably has a mattress and some toys, and not much else. Her other possessions like clothing would be kept away from her until she needed them.

Sygbarne's room would be pretty abnormal, but the rest of her family would have exactly what you'd expect from rich centaurs.

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Chinoiserie, a creative style that arose in seventeenth century Europe, has become inseparable from class, richness, and a mix of Eastern themes with Western plan. This combination of societies has brought forth probably the most lovely and novel inside plan components, and one of the champion pieces inside this stylish is the Chinoiserie rug. These rugs, with their unpredictable examples, rich tones, and fascinating impacts, can change any space into a quiet, modern sanctuary.

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A Chinoiserie rug is something other than a story covering; a fine art improves the style of any room it graces. With its definite craftsmanship, rich tones, and immortal allure, a Chinoiserie rug fills in as a demonstration of social combination and the excellence of unpredictable plan. Whether you're looking for a part of anchor a customary front room or a dynamic expansion to a contemporary space, these rugs give an extravagant method for communicating refinement, style, and singularity in your home.

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Looking for the Perfect Carpet? Why Not Go Custom?

When it comes to interior design, few elements can transform a space as dramatically as a well-chosen carpet. Not only does it add warmth, texture, and color to a room, but a quality carpet also ties together the overall aesthetic of your home. However, with countless options available in the market, finding the perfect carpet for your specific needs can be overwhelming. If you're looking for something truly unique, tailored to fit your exact vision, why not consider opting for custom carpets?

Custom carpets, including both custom hand tufted carpets and custom made carpets, offer a personalized solution to your flooring needs, ensuring your carpet complements your home’s décor, provides the comfort you desire, and fits your space perfectly. Whether you're furnishing a new home or upgrading a room, custom-made carpets offer a level of customization and craftsmanship that mass-produced carpets simply can’t match. Here's why opting for a custom carpet is a decision you won’t regret.

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Custom carpets are made to order based on your specific requirements, including size, shape, color, material, and design. Unlike mass-produced carpets that come in standard sizes and patterns, custom made carpets allow you to create a unique piece that is an exact fit for your space.

For example, custom hand tufted carpets are created using a tufting gun that manually pushes yarn through a backing material, forming a plush, textured rug that can accommodate intricate patterns, personalized designs, and various pile heights. The process is labor-intensive and requires skilled artisans, resulting in a carpet that is both durable and unique.

With custom made carpets, you have full control over every aspect of the design. You can select from a wide range of high-quality materials such as wool, silk, cotton, and even eco-friendly fibers, depending on your preferences. The possibilities are endless when it comes to creating a carpet that matches your vision and the overall design theme of your space.

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One of the main advantages of choosing a custom carpet is the ability to create a design that is specifically tailored to your space. Off-the-shelf carpets are limited by standard sizes and patterns, which may not suit your room’s layout, dimensions, or your personal style. When you opt for a custom-made carpet, you can choose a design that complements your existing décor, whether it’s modern, traditional, bohemian, or minimalistic.

Whether you want a bold, geometric pattern or a subtle, monochromatic design, custom carpets allow you to bring your creative vision to life. The color palette is entirely up to you, and you can even include motifs or custom designs that have special meaning, making the carpet an integral part of your home's personality.

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This is especially important for rooms with irregular layouts or unusual architectural features. A custom-made carpet will fill the space beautifully, making your room feel balanced and cohesive.

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When you choose a custom carpet, you're choosing a product made with superior materials and expert craftsmanship. Custom hand tufted carpets, for example, are known for their durability and long-lasting quality. The tufting process creates a thick, plush pile that feels luxurious underfoot and is resistant to wear and tear.

The materials used in custom carpets are of the highest quality. Whether you choose wool for its natural resilience and softness, or silk for its sheen and luxury, custom carpets are built to last. The process also allows you to choose the density of the carpet, ensuring that you get the durability and comfort you need for your specific room.

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More homeowners are becoming conscious of their environmental impact, and choosing a custom-made carpet is a sustainable choice. Many custom carpet makers use eco-friendly materials, such as organic wool or recycled fibers, to reduce their carbon footprint. Moreover, because custom carpets are made to last, they don’t need to be replaced as often as mass-produced options, contributing to less waste over time.

By opting for a custom-made carpet, you also support local artisans and small businesses, which are more likely to follow ethical and sustainable practices compared to large manufacturers.

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A custom carpet is a true reflection of your style, and it will be a one-of-a-kind piece that no one else has. Unlike mass-produced carpets, which are available in thousands of homes, a custom-made carpet is unique to you.

If you're someone who values exclusivity and craftsmanship, choosing a custom carpet is an excellent option. Your carpet will not only enhance your living space but will also become a conversation starter, showing off your distinct style and attention to detail.

6. Comfort and Warmth

Aside from their aesthetic appeal, custom carpets provide an unmatched level of comfort. The materials used in custom made carpets are selected for their softness and warmth, providing a cozy and inviting feel underfoot. Whether you're walking barefoot or sitting on the floor, a custom carpet creates a welcoming atmosphere that enhances the overall comfort of your room.

The plushness of a hand-tufted carpet also contributes to better acoustics in the room, absorbing sound and creating a quieter environment.

Conclusion

If you’re looking for a way to elevate your home’s décor, a custom carpet is the perfect solution. Whether you opt for custom hand tufted carpets or custom made carpets, you can be sure that you’ll get a high-quality, personalized piece that enhances your space in both style and comfort.

With the ability to choose every detail of your carpet, from design to material, and ensure it fits your space perfectly, custom carpets offer an unparalleled level of customization. You’ll enjoy the durability, luxury, and unique style that comes with a piece crafted specifically for you.

So, why settle for a generic, off-the-shelf carpet when you can invest in a one-of-a-kind piece that truly reflects your taste and lifestyle? Choose a custom-made carpet and bring your vision to life. It’s a decision you’ll be glad you made for years to come. #custommadecarpets #customhandtuftedcarpets

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Textile Manufacturing Market Demand, Size-Share, News - 2024 to 2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “Textile Manufacturing Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global Textile Manufacturing Market share, size, trends, and growth forecasts. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

Report Highlights:

How big is the Textile Manufacturing Market?

The global textile manufacturing market was valued at US$ 350.8 Billion in 2023 and is expected to register a CAGR of 4.9% over the forecast period and reach US$ 539.7 Billion in 2032.

What are Textile Manufacturing?                                                                                                                                                                            

Textile manufacturing is the process of transforming raw fibers into finished textile products, involving several stages such as spinning, weaving or knitting, dyeing, and finishing. This industry utilizes a diverse array of materials, including natural fibers like cotton, wool, and silk, as well as synthetic fibers such as polyester and nylon. The process begins with the extraction and preparation of raw fibers, which are then spun into yarn and woven or knitted into fabric. Following this, dyeing and finishing treatments are applied to enhance the color, texture, and durability of the textiles. Textile manufacturing is essential to the fashion, home furnishings, and industrial sectors, playing a significant role in global economies and job creation.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the Textile Manufacturing industry?

The textile manufacturing market growth is driven by various factors and trends. The textile manufacturing market is experiencing consistent growth, driven by rising global demand for apparel, home textiles, and technical textiles across various sectors. Factors such as population growth, urbanization, and evolving consumer preferences for sustainable and innovative materials are contributing to this expansion. Additionally, advancements in technology, including automation and digitalization, are improving production efficiency and facilitating customization, further enhancing market dynamics. The industry is also shifting towards eco-friendly practices, with many manufacturers adopting sustainable production methods and materials in response to consumer and regulatory pressures. Consequently, the textile manufacturing sector is well-positioned for continued growth as it adapts to changing trends and environmental considerations. Hence, all these factors contribute to textile manufacturing market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

By Product Type

Fibers and Yarns

Natural Fibers

Synthetic Fibers

Blended Fiber

Fabrics

Woven

Knitted

Non-Woven

Others

Finished Products

By Application

Fashion & Clothing

Apparel

Ties & Clothing Accessories

Handbags & Others

Household

Bedding

Kitchen

Upholstery

Towel

Others

Technical

Construction

Transportation

Medical

Protective

Others

Others

By Sales Channel

Direct Sales

Retail Sales

Speciality Stores

E-Commerce

Wholesalers

Others

By End-Use Industry

Apparel

Automotive

Medical

Agriculture

Sports

Others

North America

United States

Canada

Europe

Germany

United Kingdom

France

Italy

Spain

Russia

Poland

Benelux

Nordic

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

ASEAN

Australia & New Zealand

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Middle East & Africa

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

United Arab Emirates

Israel

Rest of MEA

Who are the key players operating in the industry?

The report covers the major market players including:

Toray Industries, Inc.

Welspun India Ltd

Donear Industries Ltd.

Hyosung TNC Corp.

Arvind Limited

BMD Private Limited

Alok Industries

Techtex India

Aditya Birla Management Corp. Pvt. Ltd.

C.CORP.

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Rather than floor coverings, put resources into cheap carpets that are sufficiently solid to endure pet development and simple to get, spotless, and supplant rather than a Scratch. Pick floor coverings that contain many tones in light of the fact that the numerous variety mats assist you with distinguishing pet's hair, stains, and soil without any problem. You can pick any mat, however make a point to moor the mat set up with slip cushions or weighty furniture on the edge so your pets can go around securely. The inside creators in Trivandrum request that you pick non-constant circle floor coverings which will be alright for pets.

Pet-accommodating textures for your home.

Attempt to pick major areas of strength for the that isn't destroyed by your pet, don't pick delicate and light textures and, Crypton is an almost standing manufactured texture impervious to stains and scents. For your pet's solace, you can consider ultra-softened cowhide, a machine-launderable microfiber that feels as smooth and enchanting as genuine calfskin, which stays cool no matter what the environment. Calfskin is likewise durable and agreeable to clean however tends to scratches and furthermore, it is more right than wrong to purchase a couch cover or slipcover to sidestep significant harm from the pet nails.

Pet-accommodating wall tones.

Like children, pets are gifted at holding fun with the walls and to reroute annihilating your #1 backdrop, save it for regions rarely seen by your pets. Smirch your vivid walls with launderable paint to make extricating shades significantly more agreeable. Semi-gleam or glossy silk finish paint is great for rooms that notice a ton of movement and are easy to tap down.

Play region for pets.

Pets consume the vast majority of their term inside and they love to diversion itself and your relatives through a huge window they sitting above the road. Track down a legitimate space with a piece of agreeable furniture close by or beneath the window to offer your pets a great chance to play.

Pet security.

Whether you hold a canine or feline, the security of your pet is important. On the off chance that you hold a feline, you ought to focus on the patio security net and window barbecue to reroute the unintentional fall of your little fuzzy pets. You should spent in shrewd gadgets like GPS to screen the pet's movement and avoid them lost.

Pet-accommodating plans for fish darlings.

On the off chance that anybody loves to claim fish, this aquarium configuration is the best mix of excellence with amazing style. This red and yellow wall variety gives an energetic focus on your home insides. Design your aquarium for certain brilliant stone and artificial plants, which will be the ideal home for your minuscule fish.

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The Art of Choosing the Perfect Women's Bathrobe

A bathrobe is a veritably special wear and tear; it signifies comfort and influx. Whether you're coming out of the restroom after taking a shower, enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home, or having a gym day at your own home, the perfect bathrobe for women can enhance your experience making you feel soothed and treated. But there are so numerous options to choose from, how do you go about opting for the right robes?

Types of Bathrobes

In terms of bathrobes for women, there's a wide range available to choose from. Each has its position of comfort as well as functionality.

Terry Cloth Bathrobes Terry cloth bathrobes are known for their immersion and wimpiness which makes them ideal for use after a shower or bath.

Waffle Weave Bathrobes Waffle weave blankets are featherlight and permeable for climates with warm rainfall or people who want commodity lighter.

Velour Bathrobes Velour blankets have a luxurious sense with their plush texture that makes lounging easy.

Silk Bathrobes These silk blankets epitomize luxury by furnishing smooth skin-reaching fabrics that define fineness.

Cotton Bathrobes You may opt for cotton bathrobes that suit your everyday requirements since they're protean and long-lasting.

Considerations Before Buying

Then are some effects to suppose about before buying this kind of vesture.

Fabric Quality- It's stylish to choose accouterments of the loftiest quality that are gentle, strong, and long-lasting.

Comfort and Fit- Make sure to elect comfortable bathrobes for women and give free movement when putting them on.

Absorbency- For purposes of using it after a shower or a bath, your mask should be made from terry cloth fabric because it absorbs so well.

continuity- Check out for corroborated seams as well as strong stitching to have a long-lasting bathrobe.

conservation- In addition, go through different guidelines about taking care of similar fabrics, also pick one that goes with your life and conservation preferences.

Choosing the Right Size

When you buy a dressing gown size does count. Make sure you consult with the manufacturer’s size map before buying commodity.

Style and Design-Different types of bathrobes can feed everyone’s taste kids.

Shawl Collar vs Kimono Style Considers whether you prefer a traditional capelet collar or an ultramodern jumper style.

Length Options There are short, medium, or long lengths available based on individual taste and preference.

Color Choices When choosing color options people may choose classic white, vibrant patterns, or soft aquarelles depending on their characters and tastes in apparel design.

Fresh Features to Look For

Look for any other factors that might make your mask experience special.

Pockets You can use your accessible pockets as phone holders, remote holders, or while you're lounging through other rudiments.

Hoodedvs.Non-Hooded For added warmth and comfort, pick between a hooded or non-hooded bathrobe.

Belt or Tie Closure Opt for either a belt or tie check for secure befitting and redundant convenience.

Brand and Budget

Find good companies that make high-quality bathrobes at a price within your means. Look for brands like Rangoli Furnishings whose fidelity to quality is apparent in their attention to detail.

Benefits of Investing in a Quality Bathrobe

multitudinous benefits come with investing in quality blankets similar as enhanced relaxation, increased comfort, and versatility among others.

Personalization Options

To make the mask entirely yours think about personalization options like monogramming services or customization services

minding for Your Bathrobe

Always look out for the maker's care guidelines so that your mask retains its plushness and wimpiness indeed after several wetlands.

Where to Buy

You can buy one at an online store, specialty stores, or departmental stores which have them grazed in plenitude.

Read client reviews and feedback posts to learn from others ’ gests before making your own decision.

In conclusion, choosing the perfect bathrobe is a particular decision that depends on your preferences, life, and budget. By considering factors similar as fabric quality, comfort, fit, and style, you can find a bathrobe that wraps you in luxury and enhances your relaxation experience.

Source- https://shoprangoli.in/collections/cotton-women-bathrobes

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Refresh Your Dwarka Home with Professional Sofa & Carpet Cleaning

After months of daily use, the carpets and upholstery in your Dwarka home can appear dingy and dull. Don't replace these expensive items, restore them to like-new condition with Dwarka's top sofa and carpet cleaning services! This guide covers how professional cleaners can expertly clean and revitalize the carpets and sofas in your Dwarka home.

Making moves hassle-free and homes spick and span, Dwarka's move in move out cleaners professionally deep clean before you occupy or vacate a property. They scrub floors, appliances, windows, bathrooms and other areas, removing all dust, stains and grime throughout the home.

With their top-notch cleaning and disinfecting services, your new home feels fresh and welcoming, or your previous home looks new for the next residents. Hire moves in move out cleaners in Dwarka for a seamless, sanitized moving experience.

Rejuvenate Carpets with Steam Cleaning

Over time, carpets accumulate grimy buildup from dirt, oils, and spills embedded deep within the fibers. Attempting DIY shampooing barely scratches the surface. For carpets that look and feel new again, take advantage of professional steam carpet cleaning services in Dwarka.

Powerful truck-mounted steam units heat water to high temperatures to break down and flush away stubborn dirt and residue. Wands with strong suction extract all the dissolved muck so it’s not walked back into the carpet. Expert technicians assess each carpet’s fiber composition for ideal cleaning methods. Steam cleaning restores vibrancy and extends your carpet’s lifespan.

Eco-Friendly Solutions for Spotless Sofas

Even with regular vacuuming, Dwarka’s humid, dusty climate can leave upholstered sofas appearing lackluster and soiled. Rather than replacing expensive sofa sets prematurely, call professional upholstery cleaners in Dwarka for specialist stain removal and deep cleaning services.

Using gentle, non-toxic solutions, sofa experts target stains, lift dirt from deep in fabrics, and eliminate odors from sweat and cooking smells that vacuum cleaners miss. They carefully clean cushion covers and base fabrics to avoid shrinkage or damage. With routine professional sofa cleaning, your Dwarka living spaces stay looking stylish and hygienic.

Detoxify Carpets from Bacteria and Allergens

In addition to looking dirty, carpets harbor microscopic threats you can’t see. Bacteria, mold, dust mites, and pet dander buried deep in your carpet accumulate over time. Professional carpet sanitization uses hospital-grade disinfectants and high temperatures to completely eliminate these harmful allergens and germs.

Thorough sanitization provides tremendous health benefits for families with members suffering from asthma or environmental allergies. It also gives peace of mind knowing your floors are truly clean for toddlers and pets who crawl on carpets all day.

Revive Natural Fibers with Specialist Cleaning

Carpets or upholstery containing natural fibers like wool, cotton, or silk require specialist care to prevent damage during cleaning. Reputable Dwarka cleaning services invest in ongoing staff training on properly handling delicate natural fibers. Using precise techniques and customized solutions, natural fiber specialists remove soils and stains without shrinking, discoloring or otherwise harming the carpets and fabrics.

Trust Dwarka’s Carpet & Upholstery Cleaning Experts

Don’t let lackluster carpets and sofas drag down your Dwarka home's appearance and your family's health. Contact experienced upholstery and carpet cleaners for superior services that restore the luxurious look, inviting scent, and safety of your most used furnishings. With regular professional cleanings, your carpets and sofas will impress guests and delight family members for many more years.

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Types of fabrics

Fabric refers to the substance that is used to make various textile product and are commonly used to make cloth, curtain and other home furnishing. It is a flexible material made by weaving, knitting, crocheting or bonding fabrics together. Fabric plays a crucial role in defining the characteristics of textile product. Some common fabric types are cotton, silk, polyester, nylon, wool, etc.,

Types of fabric:

There are two types of fabric types. One is natural fabric and another one is artificial fabric. Natural fabrics are derived from natural substances like plants, animals or minerals. Whereas artificial fabrics are created through chemical substances like petrochemicals.

Natural fabrics have a softer feel and more breathable and it is biodegradable, while artificial fabric is non-biodegradable may not be environmentally friendly.

Natural fibers are formed through biological process. Cotton is extracted from plants, silk is extracted from silkworm, wool is extracted from animals like goat and sheep.

Artificial fabrics are generated through chemical synthesis. Polyester, nylon are polymer-based fiber, rayon, viscose are regenerated fiber.

Fabrics plays a pivotal in our daily life. Whether derived from natural fibers or synthetic fibers, each has its unique characteristics like comfort and durability.