#so will be repeating for the arm hole trim

[youngpettyqueen]

ive spent most of today crocheting working on my coat for my comic con costume and honestly my one and only goal here is for Sean Astin to tell me I look cool when I go see him there

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father’s murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

August draws you onto the dance floor. He tugs your arm so you swing into him, hitting his chest with an oomph as the first song begins. Your first song. Every girl dreams of this, don’t they? Their wedding day. Their first dance. But what about the father-daughter dance? 

You try not to think of anything but that moment. Not that bloody night, not the vows strangled from your throat, or the incessant pulsing of your heart. Just move your feet, sway, let the melody wrap you up and hold you close. 

Your husband has one hand on your lower back, his other cradles your gloves fingers and guides them onto his shoulder. You tilt your head up to see him. The spark in his blue eyes dispels your breath like fog. 

His hand falls to your hip as he turns you with him, moving smoothly around the floor, before all those watching eyes. Beneath the music is a drawn hush. His audience, his people, watch their new king take his crown jewel. 

His hand slips down and brushes the curve of your ass. He pulls you flush to him and growls. You squeak in surprise. It is another show of his dominance. Another proclamation of his power. If your father was alive, he would have his hands cut off but your father is dead and his hand remains as it is. 

“You are not his daughter anymore, you are my wife,” August intones under his breath. 

“Yes,” agree in a hollow gulp. 

“So smile,” he taunts. “Aren’t you happy to have a husband?” 

“Yes,” you repeat again. 

“You don’t seem it,” he challenges. 

You twitch. You make yourself lean into him. You drag one hand from his shoulder and to his chest. You feel the muscle beneath and your chest thrums. You feel his power nested beneath his suit. His cheek dimples, he’s pleased at the play of fear on your face. 

You make yourself smile and run your hand up to his collar and tickle along his neck. His throat bobs and you flutter over the short stubble already poking through his skin. He leans his head down and you nearly trip over yourself as you strain to kiss him. 

He hums, still moving you in his thrall, and his tongue flits over your lip. You let him in. He twirls you and bends you backward as he stills your feet. He deepens the kiss as he keeps you off kilter. The crowd jeers and eggs him on, shattering the brittle tension. 

He parts and puts you back on your feet. He spins you away and pulls you back in. You are weak to his whim. You are his wife, his possession.  

As he turns you, you see your mother. She watches in sombre stillness. She sits as others stands to watch, others joining the fun with their partners. 

Your hand drifts down and you keep it high on August’s shoulder as your other nestles into his side beneath his jacket. He purrs, content at your submission. He kneads your ass and breathes over your hair and veil. He toys with it as it brushes his knuckles. 

“Keep this on tonight,” he growls. 

Tonight. 

You quiver at the thought. This is only the beginning. That small hole in the back of your mind splits into a gaping tear and your fear floods in. 

“Your father always was greedy but I daresay his worst offense was keeping you locked up,” he snarls and kisses your forehead, the trim of his mustache bristling along your hairline. 

You shiver and curl your fingers against him. You cling to him as your legs threaten to give out. Your family mantle is suddenly a chain around your neck. The iron ball at the end will only drag you down. 

He nuzzles your hair, “will you shake when I have you under me?” 

You whimper, “please.” 

“Denial cannot protect you. It didn’t protect him,” he growls. “I could drag you out right now and fuck you over a toilet. Hell, I could throw you down on this floor and throw your skirts up and they would cheer me on. Every last one of them.” 

Terror surges through you and you pull back to look him in the face. To this point, he’s been patient. Stony and strict but not unkind. You can see clearly then what makes him so dangerous. His boldness. His shamelessness. His iron determination. 

“Yes, I know. I know you could. You can,” you eke out. “But I am being good. Sir, August, why would you be cruel?” 

He smirks, “I’m not, am I? I’m reminding you that I can, if you choose to stoke it.” 

“I understand,” you quaver and rub his chest appeasingly. Instinctively as you try to calm this sudden rise in him. “I can be good.” 

“For me or to me?” He wonders. 

“For-- to—Both. Whatever you will have of me,” you plead as you rub beneath his jacket. “Tell me what you want?” 

He stares down at you. His eyes sparkle and the corners of his lips tweak. He brings his knuckles up to pet your cheek. He considers you then stops, his hand on your hip. 

“It is time,” he booms out and signals to someone unseen. 

You turn to search for whoever it is. From your other side, a man approaches with a chair. You spin back and your mother stands. Her hands are fists. Her face is steel. She watches as her shame threatens to boil over. 

August puts you in the chair by your shoulders. You look around as the dancers still and circle around. Those still at their table angle around to see.  

You squirm as your husband gets to his knees. He puts his hands behind his back as Margot comes forward to lift your skirts. You stifle a yelp as she throws them over his head and he bows to drag his lips along your ankle. 

You twitch as he creeps up your stocking. You know what this is. You’ve been to many weddings. You always found the display terribly humiliating.  

His breath plumes over your leg as he reaches your thigh and he pinches you with his teeth. You cry out and your hands are grabbed before you can swat at your dress. Theo pulls your wrists behind you and you writhe as August continues his mission beneath the layers of tulle. 

His nose brushes along your leg and he kisses the tender flesh as you quiver. He nips and licks in a faux search for your garter, only biting down on it as you whine in discomfort. He tugs it down slowly as his growl rumbles against you. 

He brings it down the length of your leg and the skirts fall away from his head as he sits back on his heels. He has the lace in his teeth as his hair is askew from his plunge beneath the fabric. He grabs the garter and waves it at the ground as he stands and chortles in victory. You’re released and fix your skirts frantically. 

“Ahhh,” he scrunches it to his nose and inhales, “I can smell it. My wife is ready.” He shakes the garter in his fist and the crowd laughs, “aren’t you?” 

He turns to you and scoops you up. You cry out as he brings you against his chest. He sighs and looks around at the crowd; at his empire. 

“To the boss!” Theo calls out as he raises a glass and the entire room mirrors him in anointing their new king. 

[lostinthewiind]

Be Still, My Beating Heart

Varric Tethras - Dragon Age

Genre: Fluff + Smut

Rating: 18+

➤ 10 years after the Inquisition's victory against Corypheus, Varric is older, wiser, and greyer—and you're still as in love with him as you were 10 years ago.

Lately, it could be hard to recognize the passage of time. 10 years ago, a hole was ripped in the veil and threatened to end life as you knew it. Now, a hole has been ripped in the veil, threatening to end life as you know it. Cassandra had once rattled off some quote about those who didn't learn from history being doomed to repeat it.

That certainly fit.

In the grand scheme of things, life hadn't seemed to have changed much in the past 10 years. When he stepped into the room, however, the passage of time hit you like a ton of bricks. His once shorter, red hair was much longer and greyer now. His five-O'clock shadow was now a neatly trimmed, salt and pepper beard. There were two scars slicing through his right eyebrow. But most noticeable of all, his eyes had lost some of their light.

This was not the same Varric you had parted ways with 10 years ago, and yet your heart thrummed steadily against your ribcage just the same when you locked eyes.

"Maker, you're just as beautiful as the day I last laid eyes on you." Varric's voice was rough but quiet in your ear as you trailed kisses up and down his neck, arms draped loosely over his shoulders.

That morning, Solas was on a mission it tear down the veil. Tomorrow, Solas would still be on a mission to tear down the veil. But for that evening—for a measly 8 or so hours—it was just you and Varric, locked away in a shabby room in some inn, catching up on lost time.

You hummed softly before sitting back in Varric's lap, fingertips lightly ghosting over his exposed chest. "We have to stop meeting like this." You slid your hands up his chest and neck slowly until you were cupping his face. "The end of the world does not a romantic time make."

"After this, I'm done. I'm done saving the world," Varric said. He waited for you to lean down and kiss him once before continuing. "Once we deal with Solas, we're turning tail and finding somewhere quiet and peaceful."

You smiled softly. "And who is this 'we'?"

"You and me, doll. Who else?"

Your eyes flickered over to the corner of the room, where Varric's crossbow was resting against the wall. Varric let out a warm laugh.

"I'm smart enough to know when I'm the other woman." You adjusted your hips and felt Varric harden beneath you. An involuntary gasp passed through your lips as Varric sucked in a sharp breath.

"There's no 'other woman'." Varric gripped your hips hard and pressed himself up into you again, eliciting the same reaction from you both. "It's just you. It's always been just you."

You chuckled as you pressed you lips to Varric's, the kiss quickly deepening into something more hungry and needy. "You really expect me to believe there's been no one else in 10 years?" you whispered into his mouth.

Varric's warm tongue licked along your bottom lip before catching it between his teeth. "Doll, you know I like to talk a big game, so what I'm about to say next should prove to you I'm telling the truth." He buried his face in your neck and began sucking on the sensitive flesh there. All the while, his hips bucked upwards to meet yours, desperately seeking friction. "All we've done is make out a little and grind like teenagers and I'm seconds away from cumming. Trust me when I say, there's been no one else."

"Seconds away?" You gave an experimental roll on your hips. "Really?"

Varric let out a strained groan. "Fuck, doll, I'm serious. Don't-" His words were suddenly cut off by a choked grunt, and as his hips thrust upward, he bit down hard on your shoulder. "Fuck," he panted as he kissed the spot where he had left bitemarks in your skin. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

You, on the other hand, were the opposite of sorry. "Don't apologize," you told him. That warmth from your core had spread like wildfire to your entire being. "That was hot."

Varric chuckled under his breath. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but there's nothing hot about an old man's premature ... ending."

"Varric." You grabbed his hand and stuffed it down your pants, guiding his fingers over your soaked underwear. "That was really fucking hot."

Varric's eyes widened when he realized you weren't just trying to staunch the bleeding of his ego. "Oh, you weren't kidding. This is because of me?"

You nodded, unable to form words as his fingers prodded at your aching clit. When Varric's sheepish smile turned to a devilish smirk, you knew you were in trouble.

"I'm the luckiest man in all of Thedas." Varric pushed your underwear to the side and gathered some of the wetness on his fingers before pushing inside you. "And tonight I'm going show you just how grateful I am for that."

You threw your head back at the sudden but pleasurable intrusion. Cursing under your breath, you began to gently lift yourself up and down on Varric's thick fingers. The angle was slightly awkward due to still being seated in his lap, but no amount of discomfort could ever possibly overcome the ecstasy you were enveloped in.

"Varric," you moaned.

Oh, how he had longed to hear his name drip from your lips like honey again. There were many times where he had sworn that if he could just spend one last night with you, he could die a happy man. Now that he had you though, dying was the last thing he intended to do—not when he had just gotten you back.

You weren't sure when you had closed your eyes, but when you opened them again, Varric was staring up at you with a level of adoration you had never seen before. Finally, the light in his eyes had returned.

Calloused thumb moving to circle your clit, he smiled wide—a smile of pure, unabashed joy. "I can't believe you're really here. You're here and you're mine again." He pressed harder, the look in his eyes screaming for you to come undone for him. "I missed you every second of every day."

That tight coil inside you that had sat neglected for a decade had finally been brought back to life, and now it was ready to snap. "Varric." You planted your hands on his chest and pushed, trying to prevent the inevitable. "I'm gonna ... stop, please. You're gonna make me-"

"You're so breathtaking like this." Varric held you firmly in place, ignoring your pleas. "I could cum again just from watching you squirm and listening to you moan."

Sure enough, when you looked down, Varric was hard again. His erection was pressing firmly against the wet spot on his pants where he had already ejaculated.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "And there you were trying to make me feel sorry for you, old man."

"This is the effect you have on me," he said. "Now be a good girl and cum on my fingers so I can make love to you properly."

Thumb grinding hard into your clit, Varric's fingers curled tightly inside of you until you were seeing stars. Eyes rolled back, the muscles in your legs gave way as you climaxed and you sunk down all the way to the knuckles of Varric's hand.

After a few seconds, Varric pulled his hand out of your pants and gave your ass a gentle pat. "Up we go." He encouraged you to stand up on your wobbly legs and take your pants off. "Steady there."

As soon as you had disrobed from the waist down and Varric had pulled himself free from his pants, he hurriedly pulled you back down into his lap. Before moving any further, however, he decided to slow things down a bit.

"I want to savour this moment." His cock twitched against you and he pulled you closer for a kiss. "Maker, what I would give to stay in this shitty room with you for the rest of my life."

"Alas, someone has to save the world." You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging ever-so-slightly. "Again."

Varric hummed in agreement before pressing a kiss to the column of your throat. Deftly, his hands worked away at the buttons on your shirt. "I need to feel every inch of you pressed up against me," he explained as he helped you out of the rest of your clothes. Once his shirt was off as well and the two of you were completely nude, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed you again.

Unable to deny yourself any longer, you began to fidget, slowly but surely lining Varric up with your entrance. Varric didn't stop you, and once his tip was prodding at that warm, wet hole he had dreamt about for a whole decade, he wasn't able to deny himself.

"Be gentle with me," he breathed into your mouth. "Slow and steady."

"Slow and steady," you repeated as you lowered yourself down inch by inch.

Varric's death grip on your thighs was enough for you to tell he was already dangerously close to finishing again. You had no room to judge though—not that you ever would—because you were teetering on that precipice just the same.

Once you had steadied yourself, you began to move. Immediately, Varric pushed you back down, nails digging into the soft flesh of your legs. "Not yet, doll," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Maker spare me, you're too good for me."

"Please," you begged. That fire was raging inside of you once more, yearning to be extinguished. "Just a little. I promise I'll go slow."

"I don't want it to end. Not yet." His hands moved to cup your ass. Maintaining complete control, he guided your every movement. The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls caused you both to moan, one of euphoria and one of desperation.

One single stroke had left you both panting, foreheads pressed together as the two of you worked to maintain your composure just a little longer. Eyes closed, you sighed happily when you felt Varric's lips against yours.

"I promise next time will be less pathetic." He smirked against your lips. "Next time I'll make love to you like you deserve."

You shook your head, unable to picture sex better than this. This was what you were sure everyone craved—what people waited their whole lives for and some never achieved. Every nerve in your body was electrified—every touch lingering and leaving you wanting more.

"No," you told him. With that, you began to ride him properly—fear of finishing too fast be damned. "This is perfect."

"Maker's breath!" he cried out. Realizing that you truly didn't care if it all ended just as fast as it had started, he met your enthusiasm halfway and helped you bounce up and down on him. When he came not long after, he came moaning your name.

You weren't far behind, and as your second orgasm ripped through you, you clung to Varric and pressed into him as hard as you could.

"I missed you too," you returned the sentiment after replaying the entire interaction over again in your head. The mixture of Varric's hand running up and down your back and the sweat cooling sent shivers through your body.

"Well, better or not, there will be a next time. And it won't be after a decade apart." He held you close and pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. "I'm not done with you yet—not now, not ever."

[insuke69]

Imagining Hobie being so fucking clingy when you’re gone on a vacation or something:(((

★ Headcannons with Hobie x Latinx reader <;33

☆ Warnings: fluff, ‘implied’ smut (yes, they fuck in a memory), explicit words.

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You’re off visiting family, away from Hobie just for a short visit since it’s a younger cousins fifteenth birthday.

You aren’t close with her but she adores you like an older sibling so why not? Two weeks isn’t that long anyway since you also would like to catch up with the very little non-toxic Hispanic family you have.

The flight is smooth besides the fact that it was over two hours of no service, songs on repeat in your headphones, and the book you’re so happy you remembered to pack.

______

You forget the time difference between Hobie in Camden and you over here, for you it’s midday and for him it’s the middle of the night and he seems so.. desperate.

His texts are slow and it’s obviously being done by his singular non dominant hand.

“Hi can you pls send a pic”

“2 me”

��Please??”

On your end, it’s almost so clear that he wants to see you like the good adorable partner he is, already missing you. You send him an innocent picture where you’re holding your phone at an angle above you and smile up at it through your lashes.

Meanwhile Hobie..

Hobie always would have an arm around you, or holding your hand, or his lips on any part of skin he could access on you.

He was alone on his houseboat, laying on only his side of the bed even if the usually warm and used spot beside him was empty and void of his lover.

He didn’t like the idea of porn, even if he was ‘living the dream’ of most men where his partner wasn’t around to stop him, he still hated it. It was fake and unrealistic with plastic or disgustingly young looking actors, so he settled for closing his eyes and thinking of the one who’s truely his.

Remembering how pretty the little whines were as they escaped your lips when he slowly eased himself into your tight warm hole..

And before he knew it; he was palming his erecting and fumbling his phone to text you.

His breath shudders slightly at the sight of you and he began imagining how your adoring hand would look around his length, his own fist trying to imitate his imagination tightly.

How your lips would wrap around the head of his weeping cock, how your cheeks would hollow out and make it all disappear, those cute gag sounds and tears that threaten your eyes when your nose reaches the small trimmed bush at the base of his member.

You fully expect a normal response from Hobie in a way. Anything ranging from “You look nice td” to something dirty, hence why you’re positioned in a way where nobody around you could see your phone screen.

Instead, a voice message pops up and a part of you wants to hesitate in checking what it is because you know that Hobie doesn’t really send voice messages unless his hands are really busy.

You play it against your ear quietly and your heart bangs against your chest at how needy his voice is, his gulps and whimpers and you can only imagine how beautiful he looks right now.

“Oh my fuckin’.. you’re so good lookin’ for me, I need ya so bad righ’ now.” You can hear his heavy breaths in the message and slight rhythmic sound, fap fap fap fap.

It immediately makes your heat grow warm between your legs and you adjust yourself in your seat with your thighs together tightly as an attempt to ease this, knowing that you’re at a nice fancy restaurant for your cousins ‘birthweek’.

You decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom and be a little more generous with Hobie, locking yourself into a stall and sending him a better picture where you’re topless and your chest and abdomen in perfect sight, pointer finger and middle finger holding a nipple between them.

“Here’s your damn meal <3” you captioned it before sending, putting your shirt back on as you awaited his response.

It was a video this time, angled so you could see his pretty dick being desperately fucked in his ringed left hand.

his eyebrows are knitted together and his mouth is dropping the cutest curses and whimpers before he cums, his seed spurting out onto his abdomen and hand before his lips move to utter a whisper.

"I need ya so bad, can't wait 'till you're back, love."

[polo-drone-039]

You’ve got a message!

Luke was a quiet guy, a normal life, a hard worker and kept to himself. Focused on his studies, he was a very promising boy. He was the first in his computer class.

By checking Tumblr, completely absorbed in his thoughts, he went down a rabbit hole and scrolled pages from one bodybuilder to another.

His forbidden desires were drawn out by the bodies that were chiseled and carved with such dedication. He seized the moment with the other hand that so quickly massaged his cock.

The faster the movement was, the more he scrolled pages, eager to find further inspirations.

It’s so that he encountered a new post: the Polo-Drone

They were the most famous soccer team supporters, The Golden Team.  That guys was really amazing, they supported the Golden team in each way….and damn, their uniforms are sexy as fuck!:

Black Fred Perry Polo with golden trims indicating the affiliation with the Golden team. And rubber,a lot of rubber. Tight and shiny rubber stands out muscular carved bodies with six packs in evidence. Black leather pants and evident moose knuckles under the fabric.

Admiring those perfect bodies his attention has been attracted by an incoming message.

“Who’s at this time of the night ?”  Asks himself

from: PDU-039 How you doing? I’m PDU-039, A Polo drone member, nice to meet ya.

“What the hell, right now I’m in the middle of a jerk off” Luke watching their pics, aroused and amused at the same time.

PDU-039: “I hope you’re enjoying our website”

It’s impossible, That’s so surreal. Luke Deciding to play along: ”yes, I’m jerking off”

PDU-039: PDU-039 is happy to have made you horny. Good boy! I’d make sure this boy is horn and hard…. turn on the cam!

If I have to cum, I wanna make it really great

Turned on the cam, showed his marbled cock in a hand, moving it in a rhythmic way,in synchronism with his puffed breath

In front of him, on the other side of the screen: a guy light chestnut, athletic, muscular, wearing the rubber polo so dark and shiny. He stood still so proud and resolute. His searching gaze seemed to unveil his true purposes, and the smirk on his face, confirmed that.

LUKE: ”Cool. If only you were here, I desire you!”

“well, since you asked...”  amused, PDU-039 well known he was now in it’s hand,though he needed his deliberate consent.

“Why don’t you come a bit closer and smell my polo, touch it?” He said in a drone voice.

So brainless and aroused accepted the offer tapping with a finger the screen. Distracted by his own lust he noticed too late the polo came alive, melting and slipping through his fingers, down his arm, on one shoulder, causing him a weird and trickling sensation.

“Stop it, what are you doing!, Let me go, please.” Shouting

“Let me go!” imploring

“Let me go!” moaning

…..

The black fluid knew the way, It knew Luke’s desires despite his words. Getting down to the spine making his way through the hole to  boost the prostate. It was rubbing down so many times rhythmically.

Luke was  totally pervaded by the pleasure. Every thought was denied surrendered to his new master.

The cock, tightly held in a hand became hard, pulsing and shiny.

PDU-039 was now in the room kissing him deeply touching Luke’s black cock “good boy, submit yourself to the polo. Join the unity.  Belong to the Gold.

Luke’s wishes became true. He got PDU-039, and he looses himself.

“Well, repeat with me: "Disciplined, Focused, Controlled.” PDU-039 in a low voice

”Disciplined, Focused, Controlled.” Luke moans in extasy

“Disciplined, Focused, Controlled.” PDU-039 monotone

”Disciplined, Focused, Controlled.”  Luke sinking deeper

“Now, there’s something I want you to do” PDU-039 satisfied looking at his little slave

”I obey” Luke, mindlessly

“Put your abilities at the service of the Hive. Help the Hive to spread to the cyberspace. You’ll be given all the instructions you need”

“And now, good boy, do your job! “

The following days Luke worked endlessly as possessed. And he was at it, actually .

PDU-039 was always with him to stimulate his job fucking him from the inside pushing him to the limit of the cum as a slave enchained to his computer.

… Check your inbox, you’ve got a message!

Special thanks to all who have supported @brodygold @polo-drone-071

[endsupes]

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

Reaching his middle twenty's to early thirty's, William is conventionally attractive, nothing special. The most noticeable feature he has would be his size - often compared to that of a bodybuilder, though it is more appropriate to compare him to a strongman. The only real differing factor being the broadness of the chest and biceps accompanied by a solid core strength. This result being a combination of military experience and unhealthy coping mechanisms in regards to Rebecca's ‘death’ - becoming obsessive in his workout routine along with the constant working while in the CIA, lack of sleep or decent meals and frequent dehydration along with his height (6'5"). However, gradually reaching early forties, William develops a beard and penchant for smoking that leaves yellow stains between his fingers.

Facially, William has a strong set features; a strong jawline with noticeable cheekbones, his nose slightly long in length, but with small nostrils, slightly small full lips, thick deep set brows, medium pointed ears, narrow eyes, along with deep dark bags beneath his eyes and slight lines of age, and he often sports a scowl, but how intense of one varies. his skin tone is lightly tanned during the events of Season one , however takes on a more pale/grey color when under the effects of the tumorous temp V, and these effects last permanently even after his revival, the former is more common. in general, William is incredibly hairy - having most of it comprised of arm and leg hair. Obviously, facial hair is the most that stands out being that he typically sports a cropped full beard. However - generally the sicker he gets, the less he’s inclined on personal upkeep as he finds it unnecessary or has a lack of interest.

contrary to popular belief though, he’s very on-top of personal hygiene when possible but he takes little consideration into his appearance unless it is absolutely necessary - he changes clothes when needed, but otherwise his routine only consists of showering and cleaning himself, brushing his teeth, filing his nails and trimming his beard. However clean you can realistically get from using dish soap as a body wash. ( the oiled duck do it, so can he ).

after a lifetime of surviving alone, battles in pubs and constantly causing trouble, William's skin is covered in scars - most of them are worn, faded with age or simply healed, and there’s too many to count-- he’s constantly in danger and sometimes sustaining severe injuries. most are from things with edges (rocks, bricks, glass - the environmental hazards of doing what he does, he’s often falling through things, into things, against things, along with various things exploding around him), though he has several from burns and the occasional scar from weaponry/supes. his chest and torso are rife with scars - mainly due to the many stabs and cuts hes received from supes. His legs and arms being fairly unblemished since his jacket/boots takes most of the damage albeit superficially.

the most noticeable scars are as follows:

head/skull: minor cracks/tears along the nose and cheeks either from the military or bar fights.

arms: two shallow holes from handling the vaught infant and suffering minor burns from it's lazer eyes.

eyes: Bloodshot while under the effects of the tumor.

legs:  scarring on knees from repeated scrapes in trying to stop backwards momentum.

other than that, notable features of his appearance are that he tends towards cool but dark colors ( greens, greys, black, silver ).

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒

PTSD associated memories with Rebecca/partial amnesia.

Frequent night terrors/insomnia due to constantly being in danger.

anxiety/depression based on childhood trauma/idea of self inferiority.

Alcohol and tobacco dependency.

Suffers from hallucinations akin to schizophrenia.

Continuous cough that is accompanied by blood. (tumor effects)

unresolved anger issues and risky tendencies.

William suffers bouts of night terrors. Only able to manage 1-2 hours of sleep at a time, conversely, a very light sleeper able to awake at the slightest sound due to living cautiously for the vast majority of his life. along with this, he suffers hallucinations on the occasion which he has trouble differentiating from reality, leading to chronic headaches. Generally, having not been around others especially during the events of when the tumor is growing stronger and relatively self isolating as he attempts to sort out a virus to stop supes despite his waning health and moralistic dilemma concerning Ryan.

[frets-quartzmane]

Twyla rag doll easy tutorial

No sewing experience needed. Just remember to push the needle into the fabric in a shallow way and make it exit one stitch's width away. Then pull the thread tight, and you have a stitch!

===== You Will Need =====

Purple felt, flannel, or other non-fraying cloth. I used two colors, one for Twyla and one for Dustin.

Pink felt

An old t-shirt or other stretchy fabric

Two pairs of buttons

Yarn in teal and purple

Needle

Sewing thread

===== Step One =====

Cut the pieces out. You can make them in any size and proportion you want. Just keep the colored lines equal to lines of the same color.

For the head/body, an octagon which is connected to a rectangle with its top two corners cut off. Two copies.

For the arms, a rectangle that is two yellow lines wide. Two copies.

For the legs, four pieces that are one green line wide (measure the bottom of the body and divide by two)

For the dress, a square of t-shirt that is four green lines long plus seam allowance

For Dustin, two ear shapes

For Dustin's body, a rectangle that is two ear widths wide plus seam allowance.

====== Arms =====

Fold each arm in half the long way. Sew up the long side. Curve your line as you sew along the short side, to form a hand. Turn arms inside out.

===== Head and Body =====

Line up the open end of each arm with one of the yellow lines, which will become shoulders, as shown. Sew along the body and head, curving your line in the octagon to make a circular head. Turn the body inside out and stuff it.

===== Legs =====

Layer the leg pieces together in pairs. Sew down the long edge, then the short edge. Form a foot as shown in the picture: sew up the second long edge a little ways, then sew sideways until you reach the middle of the leg, then sew in a diagonal to the top corner. Trim excess felt. Turn legs inside out.

===== Body Assembly =====

Hold the legs so they are inside the body by a little bit. Sew straight across the bottom of the body.

===== Hair Part One =====

Put your needle and thread at the top left corner of the head, where you want the bangs to start. Stick your needle right back into its hole to form a loop. Let the needle exit about one yarn-width away from the loop. Insert a piece of yarn into the loop to form a strand of bangs as shown. The yarn should be a little longer than Twyla is tall. Pull the loop tight. Repeat along the top head seam until you have a full head of hair.

You can trim the bangs afterwards to make them neater.

Now put your needle and thread at the side seam of the head, toward the bottom of the head as shown. Make a loop, bring the long tail of a piece of yarn down into the loop, and pull the loop tight. Repeat until you reach the halfway point of the back of the head. Then go to the opposite side of the head and work toward the middle looping the yarn in place.

When you finally meet in the middle, you might have extra yarn or a gap where there was not enough yarn to cover the scalp. This isn't important.

===== Face =====

Put the needle and thread where you want the center of the lips to be. Put the needle through the lips. Sew them to the face.

Then, put the thread where you want the eye to be. Add a button. By putting the needle in through the button's holes and out underneath the button, repeatedly, sew the button in place. Sew the next eye on in the same way.

===== Hair Part Two =====

Using the looping method from before, attach a piece of yarn twice as long as Twyla is tall to the middle of the back of her head, at the bottom, where her center part will be. Loop more yarn above it until you reach the bangs. Give her a trim to neaten her hair.

Continue tutorial on my next post

[blouisparadise]

Since there are too many amazing BL canon fics to count, we decided to make a third part to our canon rec list. You can find the part one here and part two here. Happy reading!

1) Just A Trim | Explicit | 2260 words

The one where Harry gets a haircut, and Louis, along with the rest of the world, loses his mind.

2) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 2360 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

3) What’s Yours Is Mine (What’s Mine Is Ours) | Explicit | 2982 words

Prompt: Something about Louis always waiting until the last minute to pack his bag for tour so one time Harry does it for him and then they’re thousands of miles away by the time Louis figures out Harry hasn’t actually packed anything useful. Whether it’s because Harry is just genuinely useless at packing for other people or because he wants Louis to be forced to wear his clothes is up in the air. Also Louis refusing to wear Harry’s clothes out of pure spite until Harry makes it up to him.

4) A Touch Of Your Love | Explicit | 3856 words

Harry’s physical training has been intense. He wakes up before the sun to run. He spends long hours in the gym boxing and lifting weights.

Louis usually likes working out with Harry when they’re on tour, and even now he enjoys going on a run or boxing a bit with Harry. But Harry hasn’t seemed to stop moving since he accepted the role in Dunkirk. And it’s not that Louis always needs to be the center of Harry’s attention, but he very much wants to be. 

5) Power Inside | Explicit | 5861 words

Louis wrinkles his nose and pokes Harry again. “You want a baby,” he repeats.

Again, Harry frowns. “Uh, yeah, Lou, I want a baby. So do you.”

Where is this even going. Harry honestly has no clue.

Abruptly, Louis stops frowning and practically throws himself off of Harry, splaying himself out on his side of the bed, arms spread wide. “Okay. Let’s make a baby, then.”

Can eyebrows get permanently attached to a hairline? Harry has a feeling he’s going to find out. “You do realize - ” he starts.

“Yes, Harry, I realize,” Louis says, stroking his fingers over the inside of his own thigh, ruking his shorts up. “You gonna shut up about it and give me a baby or am I gonna have to go out and find someone else to fulfill my deepest desires?”

He’s a nutjob. He’s a complete nutjob. Harry’s in love with a complete nutjob.

6) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

7) Want It All The Time, Need It Every Day | Explicit | 6306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again.

He and Harry have some catching up to do.

8) You Drive Me Wild (You Know You Do) | Explicit | 6632 words

Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn't until he's in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.

The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis' head. He's perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He's attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn't even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It's all Harry's fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.

9) I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? | Explicit | 6957 words

Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what's wrong. When he finally does, he's determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.

10) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words

Harry isn't sure what the rules are for this. It's hard to believe that there are any, that's there's a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

11) Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper | Explicit | 7367 words

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

12) I’m An Addict Of Magic, And I Need My Fix | Explicit | 7994 words

Harry surprises Louis in Los Angeles while Louis is there on tour. Smut ensues of course and Harry goes a little overboard with marking Louis up with hickies. Louis ends up having to wear a turtleneck onstage to hide all of the marks littered around his neck and body.

13) Under the Vanilla Sky | Explicit | 8006 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht?  That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on.  He also thinks he'd like to get closer.  Just to see what's under those aviators.  Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet.  Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life.  On a yacht.  In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts. 

Here's what really happened on that yacht.

14) Reminiscing The Other Day | Explicit | 8317 words

Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.

15) Anything Goes | Explicit | 10275 words

Harry probably shouldn't be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn't have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

16) The Sweat On Your Skin | Explicit | 11014 words

Louis is certain there's no better way to come down from a post-gym high than a naked romp in the bed with his favorite workout partner.

17) Cut To The Bone | Explicit | 11133 words

Harry celebrates his birthday in Japan. Louis stays with him.

18) Fumbling in the Dark | Explicit | 21599 words

Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

19) Another Day Gettin’ Into Trouble | Explicit | 25619 words

Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them.

In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up?

Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that.

Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.

20) Something In The World Today | Explicit | 48027 words

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[hivefleet-hellbender]

Pink Horrors of Tzeentch, bound to copper masks

I've been building and painting the start of my Tyranids Hive Fleet for the past three months, and towards the end of November I realized I needed a break. Plus, I'd be traveling to an artist residency program in rural Colombia and I knew I'd want something else to do while I was there. So I decided to build a squad of pink horrors but with an eerie and minimalist twist.

Now if you've seen Games Workshop's Pink Horror models, you'd know they're pretty much dogshit. Their faces are more orkish than daemonic, they have these strange long proportions that don't have much weight to them, and despite their ever-shifting chaotic nature, they look like just a stack of little dudes they look like a stack of little dudes with more arms than usual. They’d fit better in an old Betty Boop cartoon than on the battlefield of the 41st millennium. My goal for this project was the present an aesthetic for Tzeentch that fits with my own taste in monstrosity — blank-eyed every-shifting mounds of flesh that hover on the boundary between symbolism and raw horror. 

My journal quickly filled up with drawings of weird masked monsters in the margins. My inspiration came from cubism, along with movies like Mirrormask and Ruban Brandt: Collector. I also was heavily inspired by the copper face on the Abominable Intelligence by John at Ex Profundis. I got really into the idea of the masks as some sort of binding vessel for the Tzeentchian cultists, who could use the daemons as attack dogs by trapping them within copper plates. I wasn't sure if I wanted the models to be 40K or Age of Sigmar, so I tried to keep the designs agnostic and avoid any technology or mechanical bits. 

I knew I wanted to use the pink horror model as a base, but that the number and consistent size of arms would be insufficient for my needs. To make sure my little guys had all the arms they needed, I picked up a box of Mantic Games Zombie Horde. This box comes with forty zombies, and most of the arms are perfect and usable, meaning I’ve got about 72 human-sized arms to accompany the much larger horror arms of my gribblies. Towards the end I also picked up a box of blue horrors, so that I can expand my Tzeentch army once I’m done with my infinite ‘Nids.

I made the mask from a couple different pieces of plastic. At first I used these clear disks I had, but they gave the models a “bobble-head” look which… I didn’t hate, but did obscure the size of the horror and make it look a bit too tiny. For later masks, I took the base of the zombie, tidied it up, and carved a face into it. I intentionally kept the faces very minimalist, focusing on just the bare necessities: two eye-holes, a little slit mouth, and a single haphazard nose. 

I focused on a very improvisational building approach — using a base of either green stuff blob or a pink horror body, which I then superglued the mask onto and then applied as many arms and legs as I could reasonably manage. Often I would trim an arm straight off the spruce and barely clean it before attaching it on, meaning there's a few moldlines or sprue bits that I can't help but stare at. I think if I was to repeat this process I'd trim all the parts and set them aside before I even started working, but I also had no clue how this would go and was just enjoying the process as a way to decompress after a wildly hectic week.

Once the models were all done, I spraypainted them all white and tossed them in a box with me to Colombia, where they got damaged during transit and had to piece a couple back together with superglue.

I painted the bodies with two layers of Volupus Pink contrast paint, followed by a drybrush of 1 part Red to 3 parts White.

I painted the masks with Gunmetal followed by a wash of 1 part Orange to 1 part Mid Brown wash. Then I did a Dark wash with some streaking, followed by a Verdigris effect paint to get that gunky green rust effect at the edges of the copper.

I painted the jewelry and various instruments / standards gold, and did the gems in red with a pink highlight. I did the nails and teeth in white, the tongues in a very light pink mix, and the feathers a light green mix followed by a dark wash. I hope to return to the feathers later to give them more detail if I ever end up doing a Lord of Change, as in my head I imagine those feathers are small gifts from it to its most loyal minions. The fire is yellow, orange, and red, and the OSL was done by mixing the contrast pink with orange.

The bases are admittedly an afterthought — I'm in rural Colombia right now and so I can't finish them the way I want to. I'm planning to pick up some resin cobblestone bases and candles, so I can make the models look like they're inside a weird cultist basement, skittering around in the darkness. There's a lot of lessons I've learned for next time I paint models like these, and this was my first time working with contrast paint, but it was still a ton of fun and I'm proud of how they turned out!

[shiftylookingcrow]

A (not comprehensive) List of Little Self Care Things I Do When Everything Feels Like Too Much:

Bathing

Wash just your body, or just your hair. You may not be completely clean, but you ARE cleaner

Still feels like too much? No problem!

Take off any jewelry from your hands/wrists and wash your hands up to your elbows, just taking your time

Then wash your arm pits and groin, those are the stinkiest parts of the body

If you're feeling up to it, wash your face too

Once you're done washing, take your favorite body lotion and massage it in anywhere you washed

Shaving

Shaving takes time and patience (especially if you prefer to be mostly hairless), but you don't have to go through the whole process every time

Wanna wear that cute tank top/crop top but don't feel comfortable with how hairy your pits are today?

JUST shave your arm pits then

Wanna wear shorts/capries/a skirt, but feel your legs are too fuzzy?

Where on your legs do the cuffs/hem sit? JUST shave from there down

Facial hair looking kinda scruffy? Got an electric shaver? It won't give you as close a shave as a razor, but it'll help neaten you up a bit

After any shaving, get back in there with your lotion and work it in well

Laundry

Don't have the energy to drag that big basket you've been avoiding down to the washing machine? Out of clothes but need something to wear tomorrow?

Wash ONLY what you'll need for the next 1 or 2 days. A smaller load means less to put away after

Need a bra/binder/mask/etc for tomorrow? Wash ONE, then hang it to dry with a fan blowing on it.

The air movement will help it dry faster, and while it may not be 100% dry by morning, it should be dry enough to wear comfortably

This can be done for underwear and socks as well

Dental

Mouth feeling like sandpaper, but you still can't find it in you to go through the whole tooth care routine?

JUST brush your teeth before bed. You can floss in the morning

No energy to get in there and really scrub like your dentist told you to? Even just a quick scrub is better than nothing

You know those little Gum brand toothpick things? With runber bristles on them? They can't replace proper flossing, but the CAN at least get the worst of the gunk from between your teeth

Food

Hungry but can't bring yourself to put together a whole meal? That's okay!

Get all the fixings for a sandwich (bread, spreads, cheese, meat, etc), put them on a plate and eat that. You're still eating a sandwich, it's just not an assembled sandwich

Want a smoothy, but don't want to fuss with the blender? Put it all together as a yogurt bowl instead

Want a salad? Grab a couple lettuce leaves, a stick of celery, half a tomato, or whatever else you'd have in there, and toss it on a plate. Grab some dressing (or not) and you've got a personal size veggie platter

Cut an orange in half and eat the pulp out with a spoon

Cut an apple in half, and eat JUST one half. You can save the other half for later, or eat it right after the first if you feel up to it

Cutting a banana in half and squeezing out the fruit means you don't have to worry about those gross stringy bits

Simple Smoothie Recipe:

1 banana

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 tsp honey/sugar

Milk (dairy, soy, almond, whichever)

Berries, yogurt, chocolate chips, jam (optional)

Directions

Put all ingredients except milk in a blender (or 4 cup measure if using a hand mixer)

Pour in milk until ingredients are ALMOST covered. There should be about 1 inch/2.5 cm of solid ingredients visible

Blender/mix for 30-60 seconds, or until desired consistency. Pour into your favorite glass, or drink straight from the container

Simple baked potato:

Clean a medium to large potato and use a fork to stab holes down the sides and at each end. Depending on the size, you should have stab your potato somewhere around 9-12 times.

Place the potato in the microwave just off of center, one end facing the center of the spinning plate

Microwave for 15 minutes, flipping the potato end for end after every 5 minutes

Put the potato on a plate with some sour cream or ranch dressing, and dip it like a big ol' french fry

House Cleaning

Feel like there's too many dishes? Pick ONE place setting (bowl, plate, knife, fork, spoon, cup), and ONE pot/pan, and clean those. Do the same at the end of each meal, and while it might take a while, you'll eventually get things down to a manageable level

Dust bunnies breeding in the corners? Pick ONE room or hallway every couple days and just clean there. ONE clean room is better than NO clean rooms

Your room is so messy you don't know where to start? Every time you enter your room, put ONE thing back where it belongs. Every time you leave your room, take one thing that doesn't belong out with you and put it where it belongs.

Sink looking kind of gross? Give it a quick wipe down the next time you wash your hands

Toilet needs a clean? Pick a part (lid, seat, back or bowl) and just clean that bit. Even if you're just wiping some of the dust off the back.

Scum ring building up in the shower/bathtub? Give it a quick scrub next time you bathe. Maybe you don't get the whole thing, but you DID make a start.

Fitness

No energy for a full walk? If you can, walk around your house/apartment building. You might not have gone far, but you were UP and you were OUTSIDE.

Can't get out for whatever reason? Are there stairs in your house? In your apartment building? If you can, walk up and down those a few times.

Not really able to do stairs? Do some simple stretches instead.

Reach down and try to touch your toes, holding for 20 seconds. Reach up over your head as high as you can, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Sitting in a chair, reach your right hand across your body and over your left shoulder and try to grab the back of the chair without lifting your butt. Hold for 20 seconds. Do the same with your left arm, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Standing, or sitting on a chair, gently pull your head towards your shoulder (right hand, right shoulder; left hand, left shoulder), reaching the other hand down towards the ground. Hold for 20 seconds, then gently push your head upright again (lifting your head with just your neck muscles can cause them to seize after a stretch). Repeat 5 times

Miscellaneous

Need to trim your nails, but don't feel like sitting through both hands? Pick one finger on each hand, and just trim that nail. Do another nail on each hand tomorrow, and another the day after that. You don't have to do them all at once

Having trouble remembering to drink enough water? Find a water bottle/mug/glass that you like and try to keep it near you as much as possible. I find actually having a bottle with me helps me remember to keep sipping.

Still having trouble with your water intake? Fruit and veggies (specifically like apples, oranges, tomatoes, bell peppers and avocados to name a few) have high water content and can help keep you hydrated

Even if you can't get to sleep, lieing in bed with your eyes closed is more restful than trying to wear yourself out by reading or something

Alternatively, doing some mild stretches, or a few sit ups/push ups/jumping jacks can help wear you out without engaging your brain too much

You are aloud to say "no". You don't even need to give a reason. If everything feels like too much, taking on more responsibility will only make it worse, which will only make your output poorer as a result.

A reminder that this is by no means a complete list, just some things I've found helpful in my journey through adhd, depression, and anxiety. Not all tasks need to be done all at once. Maybe you can't do much, but that doesn't invalidate the some you did. Just because you take longer to do a task doesn't mean your bad at it, or that it isn't worth doing. You'll get there when you get there.

Please feel free to add to this post, I'd love to see what self care tricks other people are using!

[penguinlop]

Zhongli x Reader

/// Telescope - Part 2

Summary:

As Ningguang’s younger sister, you have always been in her shadows, but when she tells you to befriend Zhongli to gather intel on him for the Qixing, you end up falling for him. However, your dreams of being in a relationship are crushed as Zhongli soon discovers that the Tianquan is Guizhong’s reincarnation. Once again, you are left behind.

Warnings: implied anxiety, slight not-sfw content (Ningguang is wearing lingerie) more to be added as story progresses

part 1

You could vividly recall Baishi calling for you as the night was still slightly anew. There were two gentle knocks on your wooden door.

You fastened your long silk robe hastily, making sure to cover everything you deemed too inappropriate for someone else to witness. “Please, come in.”

“Your appearance has been requested by Lady Ningguang.” Baishi pushed up her glasses with her ring finger. A blush dusted the woman’s cheeks and ears, matching her puffy, tea-length dress. The clock ticked, then it rang. The rich sound of the hour being struck resonated in the air.

Was it nine o'clock already?

There was an awkward staredown for a moment. Insecurity began creeping up your arm and leeching at your blood.

“Yes, tell her I’ll be there soon. Thank you, Baishi.”

The door closed. You breathed in and out shakily.

You made sure to walk quickly. Ningguang wasn’t the most patient person.

Your sister’s door was always very extravagant; ornate ironwork decorated the corners, handles, and trim. Two shining phoenixes were her guards. You hated them. Their diamond-shaped jade eyes and brass beaks incessantly taunted and scrutinized you.

“You are not welcome,” they would say rather bluntly.

You carefully knocked, making sure to do so twice.

A voice soothing like cough syrup yet refreshing like mint rang in your ears. “Come in, my dear sister.”

Ah, now you know why Baishi's face was stained pink like a bloomed silk flower.

Ningguang sat at the edge of her bed, the ribbon of her short silk night robe tied sloppily. Her shoulders and breasts were exposed enough to see the ivory-colored lace lingerie underneath. Her body was flushed from the warmth and lights of both the tasseled and tianyuan lanterns. You couldn’t help but notice how her eyes seemed incandescent. She twirled her pipe skillfully; that, too, was of the finest caliber. Her white hair sprawled out like pristine thread in an artisan’s store. Her ruby-like eyes were still clouded from the smoke.

You once read how Rex Lapis took the form of a woman. Perhaps she looked like this, like a phoenix basking in her bedroom's comforting calls.

But your eyebrows furrowed; there was more smoke than usual. It was choking and eye-watering. You couldn't blame her, however, as the Rite of Descension was tomorrow. After enduring seven years of waiting for her turn to present herself, her ideals, her goals, her love for Liyue to Rex Lapis, perhaps the excitement broke her down as well as lifted her up. It must be hard to host the welcoming of a deity. Too bad you will never experience that.

“Ning, you called for me?” You broke her stupor.

“Yes, my dear sister. Come sit by me,” she commanded you. Her slender hands reached out to grasp yours as you approached her. “I have a favor to ask of you.” She was never afraid to state what was on her mind, to request things from others. Her confidence never wavered now that her position as Tianquan was solidified.

“Of course, anything for you!” She was always so addictive; her fingertips, her voice, her poise. Everything. You hated how you could never say no to her. If you did, you would surely be shunned away from both high and low society, then you would beat yourself over it. You knew that it was an honor to have Ningguang as your sister. Others would cry to the heavens every night to be in your privileged shoes. You must be grateful! You repeated such things constantly to yourself, but as thoughts went down the rabbit hole, you pondered; was she really lucky to have you? You thought not.

“Thank you.” She mustered a mellow smile. She pulled you playfully so that both of you were laid on her bed. Chuckles and giggles hummed in the air, reminiscent of times as children partaking in the Lantern Rite and Moonchase Festival. As you both adjusted your positions and relaxed into the lavish mattress, sheets, and comforter, hands still intertwined, she looked directly into your eyes. “Have you ever heard of a man by the name of Zhongli? He is a consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” Ningguang averted her gaze and looked to the ceiling as if it was the vast sky. “He is said to be a man of many talents, his knowledge second to none. He is more well-versed than hundreds of students from the Academia. I have heard that he is rather handsome as well.” She moved into a fetal position and looked back at you. “Does any of this ring a bell?”

“Hmmm.” You mindlessly stared at her, then her vanity, unearthing fragments of memories, trying to recall whether you knew this supposedly accomplished man. However, you noticed how neatly placed were her rouge, creams, and perfume accented with gold and green. The elegant, mature-yet-gentle scent of Fate’s Yearning that lingered in the air until dusk certainly matched your sister’s dignified aura. “I think I have heard about him through Lady Keqing. She was complaining about his more traditional viewpoint. But no, not much.” You spoke honestly. The connections you had acquired were slim to none; you certainly couldn’t compete with such a refined member of the Qixing.

“I see, but all is well my dear sister; you didn’t have to know him exactly to fulfill my request.” She got up gracefully and decided to relight her pipe, then exhaled the smoke and sighed. “I do apologize; tomorrow is a day that will be thrilling yet stressful. I do hope everything goes smoothly.” She sat back down on the bed.

You never liked the smoke, but were you one to complain if it allowed for her to rest easier? You supposed a few more sacrifices wouldn’t matter at this point.

“I’m sure all will go well. Don't worry too much about it, okay?” You tried to give her an easy smile and rub circles with your thumb into her delicate back. “So, what did you call me for?” You thought for a moment that it would be wiser to take control of your fate a bit, but maybe it was better to leave it in her hands again. After all, your sister always knew what was best for you.

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry, just a bit out of it currently.” She lifted your chin so that you would look directly into the scarlet eyes that resembled blood seeping out of a fresh wound, ready to stain its surroundings. “Could you go and befriend this Mister Zhongli? His extensive knowledge may prove to be a boon if we are able to become partners, or he may become an obstacle in our path. He may even start to go against the Qixing, and I’m afraid that he could even out-maneuver me if he is as talented as they say. We wouldn’t want that. Would we?” Her fingers caressed the soft skin of your face, then childishly squished your cheeks together. Maybe that was a way to soften the request. Ningguang had a habit of wording her appeals to you as if they were a choice, but her firm, self-assured demeanor made it clear to you that they weren’t.

It was a command every time.

Yet you were nothing but a humble, obedient servant to her.

“I see. I think I understand.” You were the one who sat up this time. You adjusted your robe and slippers. “I will try my best.” That was all you said before you kissed her lusciously soft cheek, plush as the clouds over Liyue. A simple goodnight was whispered into the room of reds and yellows. Lanterns still lit, smoke still wafting in the air.

You pushed the wooden doors open, a golden glint cornering you. Ah, the phoenixes with their brass beaks, pushing and shoving you away with their malicious talons.

Back in your own little haven, you tried to seek rest for the night, but it was in vain. Thoughts swirled madly in your mind. You needed fresh air. In the distance, you could make out Guyun Stone Forest, engulfed with a blanket of gleaming stars. You felt small suddenly. You closed the window, curtains whipping due to the haste movement.

It was time to sleep. You preferred the daytime more, anyway.

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[youryanderedaddy]

Bitter-sweet

Summary: A somewhat - depressing battle of wits between an obssessive husband and a tired wife.

Tw: female reader, non - consensual touching, implied arranged marriage, angst, implied cheating (reader), reader is a bit mean but it's deserved

It had been a few weeks since he went on that business trip, the fancy one, maybe even a month. Well, it's not like you kept tracks, you weren't keen on counting the days or crossing them out in the calendar simply because you didn't want to know how much hours of freedom you had left. Sometimes it was better for it to be a surprise, although presumably not a very happy one.

Today was your unlucky day. You heard the footsteps before you could reach to fix your hair and re-apply your makeup. Before you had the chance to make sure you looked enchanting, unreal at the face of the demon. Here he was, stepping through the door. Leo was wearing a long leather jacket and a red tie - both gifts from his father that he wore ever so often, more in appreciation than out of genuine fondness of the clothes. Your eyes suddenly darkened, burning a hole through his skull, through the warm, despicable little smile on his lips. You couldn't help frowning upon remembering why you despised his stupid handsome face, his ridiculous manners and all the wealth he had inherited despite not working a day in his miserable pathetic life. But most of all you hated him as a whole. Him, the man who had taken you from your parents as nothing more than a trophy, who had killed your fiance in a heartbeat, who kept you trapped yet gave you just enough space to keep you obedient. But not today.

"Hello, my dearest wife." Leo spoke out in quiet soft voice, like butter on the edge of a knife. He reached out to cup your face with his cold hands, his eyes narrow. Too warm for comfort. Lovesick. "I missed you, darling." Your husband added, still holding onto you. It might have seemed sweet - a man, usually so cruel and distant, now weak and vulnerable in front of his one true love. But you knew better. He was pretending, he was just testing the water, testing just how far he could bend before you replied. He wouldn't have to wait long, you decided. "You probably didn't miss me though, did you?" The man stated flatly, having managed to sound both cheerful and upset at the same time. The sinister grin still stuck to his face, he knew. The monster knew that all he had to do for you to surrender is make you feel guilty. Make himself the victim.

"You're right, dearest, I didn't." You cut him off coldly, not sparing a second gaze his way, your tongue curling repeating the word your husband had used. Crossing your arms, you leaned against the wall, disinterested in his tricks. You had already seen them all. "How could I miss you when I had such nice fellows to keep me company?" You smirked, devoid of any emotions, as you twisted a lock of your hair. You knew he desperately wanted to touch you. His eyes were wide, his breathing fastened. You couldn't stop now. "I believe you know some of them, baby. The son of the minister, also that man from that institute, what was his name again? Ah, I really don't remember." You sighed theatrically, looking at your perfectly trimmed nails. So pretty yet so sharp.

"Are you talking about Carl, my love?" His voice was still absolutely calm, peaceful even. His blue eyes were soft, you couldn't drown in them even if you wanted to. But his hands were shaking, fists clenched tight. His neck was sweaty, his ears red. "You can't possibly be talking about my closest friend, right, darling?" The man suggested carefully, following your every movement with the intensity of his gaze, like a cat stalking a mouse. His eyes were giving him away - he wasn't half as collected and unbothered as he hoped he came across as.

"Oh, but I am." You fluttered your lashes in an almost cartoonish manner, while clicking your tongue. You were dancing with fire and you loved it. It was the only thing you had left. "He was here yesterday. I can still feel his presence faintly in the air." You insisted, feeling the pungent hot malice pouring off your lips like honey mixed with poison. Your sides were burning as if you had just drunk two glasses of the richest red wine in the closet. You could almost taste it.

"You must greatly enjoy tormenting me, Y/N." Your husband broke the grave silence suddenly, abruptly. He couldn't pretend anymore. His eyes were gleaming with hurt and misery, his smile was fading by the second, replaced by an ugly bitter grin. The man had to suppress the low growl in his lungs from escaping his throat. He had finally surrendered to the eternal anger of one love unlived, never even meant to be. "You like it when I suffer, don't you? I have already accepted that you'll never love me, but must you humiliate me like this?" The question sounded distant, layered in as much affliction as despair. You wrinkled your nose, a tiny smile adoring your scarlet lips as you stared right through him, like he wasn't even there. Leo wanted to tame you, but he also wanted you to feel like the villain for not giving in. "Say something." Your husband cried out, voice shaky and unnerving, yet soft, weak and tired.

"What do you want to hear?" You inhaled slowly, making sure to keep the monster in clear sight. "If it's an apology, you'd have to wait over my dead body for one. And you still won't get it." Another deep breath. At moments like this you wished you smoked - it would have driven the point across quicker. "You deserve everything you get. I will keep bedding others until you understand that I'll never be yours." You spat out, feeling slightly disgusted with the merciless choice of words. But yet again there was no other option. You couldn't really bargain with a madman, and in a world of insanity you had to stay grounded to survive. "It must drive you crazy, knowing that they..." You started off, ready to add even more fuel to the flame, more salt to the wound, when his hot colossal hands caged you in. Next thing you knew your back was on the ground with Leo towering over you like an executor in front of the gilotine.

"Shut up." He commanded harshly, now fully unhinged. The bitter sparkle had turned to tragic, demented fury. Even someone as pitiful and doleful as him had their limits, and you had managed to destroy all of them. "Shut up, just shut the fuck up!" The man repeated manically, catching your wrists in a strong grip. You tried to squirm out of it but to no avail - you couldn't fight it off, it felt like a stone chain weighting you down, keeping you trapped to the floor. You opened your mouth to speak, but his lips clamped on yours in a rough desperate manner. The kiss (if you could even call it that) was full of teeth and tongue and salt and sadness, it tasted like an ending of a terrible book, and you weren't sure whether the bitter salt was blood or tears. You looked up. Your husband was crying, cheeks red, puffy and wet. Good, suits him right for all the nights he made you weep and shout and scream against the mattress. Stupid attention - seeking excuse of a man. You had no way out - he still did.

"I hate you." He whispered against your neck, moaning in pain as you pulled on his hair. Leo rubbed his nose against your collarbone before his teeth penetrated deep into whatever part of soft flesh he could reach. The monster wanted to mark you as his own once and forever, for all to see. Then your stupid lovers won't dare touch. Then even you won't be able to deny the bond between the two of you. "You don't hate me." You hissed under your breath, sinking your nails into his scalp, hoping to draw blood. The man didn't seem to mind as long as your hands were on him. You could kill him and the bastard would probably thank you. "You love me. Desperately." You mumbled in his ear, unsure just what type of emotion your voice should have shown at that moment.

"Obsessively." The word burned your tongue like poison, so small yet so frightening. Leo couldn't bear the heavy tension and the lingering silence that followed, so he looked away from your face. The one that haunted his nightmares more often than his dreams. You couldn't let him get off the easy way, escaping into his own head instead of facing his faults. You kissed him. The man remained quiet, unmoving.

Your affection always tasted of regret.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

27. From the 200 lemon dialogue sorahiko. And sakumo

27. "Hey. Hey. Hey, guess what? Hey? Hey! Hey, guess what! … I love you.” | pre-OT3 shimurastorino, w/ focus on sorahiko/sakumo | wc: ~860

a/n: tw vaguely described Sex Quirk (Pollen-adjacent) but explicitly described situation (>:3c), with consent given prior to the event

//

Looking down at Sorahiko’s arched spine, all tensed muscles and flushed with warmth, Sakumo has the feverish thought that his wife really had the right idea, asking Sorahiko if he would consent to being their secondary all-purpose emergency contact.

Not that they really expected to be blindsided by a Sex Quirk, but he supposes every infamous tall tale has a grain of truth to it. 

“Come on,” says Sorahiko, a thinly-veiled plea disguised as a demand.

“I’m trying to start slow,” Sakumo chides. He tries to hide his fond smile, in case Sorahiko twists around in disbelief, and distracts himself by rubbing the other man’s back, going a little harder on the shoulders than the lower back. A shiver shakes the exhale leaving Sorahiko’s lungs as he goes from his hands to his elbows and even lowers his head.

He stays on his knees. His hips are lifted higher, enticingly. The weak orange light from the nightstand’s lamp just barely touches the slick rim that Sakumo had fingered open minutes ago.

“Just--just go,” he says. “I can take it.”

Sakumo sighs, but ultimately obliges: his left hand cups Sorahiko’s rear, groping at the muscle and fat, teasing the give of the hole with his thumb, and his right hand guides his cock. It’s slippery with lubricant, and blood-hot in Sakumo’s own hand despite the condom. He grits his teeth to hold back a groan.

“Sakumo, Sakumo, come on--please--”

“Slowly,” Sakumo says, shuddering when the tip finally pushes past the lackluster resistance, when he sees, feels, the shaft of his cock being enveloped by heat. “Oh, you feel good. You feel incredible, Sorahiko.”

Sorahiko makes a noise in the back of his throat, rough and helpless, and he tightens at the praise. In a blind attempt to get Sorahiko to repeat that moan, Sakumo grasps for handholds, finds purchase at the trim waist, and thrusts forward. He doesn’t linger long enough for Sorahiko to adjust; he pulls halfway out and fucks back in again, and again, finally satiating that vicious-edged appetite the Quirk had honed.

The exact noise doesn’t make a reappearance, but Sakumo can hear the similarities in the ragged groans that escape Sorahiko’s stranglehold on his vocal cords.

He regrets that Nana and Recovery Girl chose this weekend to have their girls’ trip in Kantonica. If Nana were here--well, if Nana were here, Sakumo would’ve turned to her for relief, not Sorahiko--if she could only just stumble home unexpectedly, and aid Sakumo in wrecking Sorahiko’s sensibilities…!

“So,” Sorahiko manages, “do you--feel any better y-yet?”

Sakumo refuses to even pause (though he flounders internally, because, what? Had Sorahiko not been picking up on all the flirtations and affirmations of his inclusion in their family? Didn’t Nana make enough throuple jokes?), instead letting out a guttural snarl, driving into Sorahiko harder. Boldly, he bends, presses his chest against Sorahiko’s back and holds them together with one arm.

With the other, he splays his hand against a trembling stomach and slides it down, following the treasure trail to Sorahiko’s own hard and leaking cock. 

Sorahiko muffles his cry into the bed. He moves jerkily into the greedy fist, unable to time it with the relentless rocking of Sakumo’s hips. His knees slip open degree by degree.

“Yes,” says Sakumo belatedly, breathless with the effort to stave off his climax until Sorahiko comes first. “Yes, I feel so much better, you’re so good, Sorahiko--”

Another bitten-off cry. A not insignificant burst of air that brushes Sakumo’s legs, and the sudden feeling of something wet and hot smearing onto his hand, but most present of all: Sorahiko’s walls bearing down on Sakumo, convulsive clenching that triggers Sakumo into coming.

The bloodrush dissipates, leaving Sakumo with a faint ringing in his ears. The both of them are gasping in the immediate aftermath, not yet settled into the afterglow, which Sakumo is determined to get. There’s no way he’s just going to let Sorahiko stagger off into the bathroom to ‘clear his head’ or whatever excuse he comes up with in misguided panic.

He noses at the sweat-damp silver hairs fluffing up at the back of Sorahiko’s head. “Hey,” Sakumo breathes, then repositions his mouth closer to the burning pink shell of an ear. “Hey. Hey, guess what?”

“Mngh,” Sorahiko grunts. His legs are still spasming, minute twitches that match the hiccupped gasps for air. Clumsily, his hand fumbles the shove at Sakumo’s right forearm.

“Hey? Hey!”

“Stop touching my dick,” he says in a rasp, squirming.

Sakumo is reluctant to move, but magnanimously wipes his hand on the folded towel they (Sorahiko) laid on the bed to protect it from stains, then hugs Sorahiko tighter. He says, insistent, “Guess what!”

“What?”

He swallows past the apprehension in his throat, but if Sakumo doesn’t say it now, if he tries to wait for that ‘opportune’ time, as Nana likes to wax eloquent about, then he’ll be waiting forever. He wants so badly for Sorahiko to stay in their bed, and their home, and their life. He needs to take the first step, so Nana has the confidence to add her voice.

Carefully, Sakumo confesses in a firm, steady voice, “... I love you.”

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Or

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

//

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

//

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

//

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

//

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

//

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

//

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

//

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

[tparker48]

Request for Preyslavee

It was about was about an hour after the game as Jordan returned home for a break. Getting out and into the house, he took off his clothes as he walked around the house. Casually walking around as he scratched your bulge from under his crotch. "Really should've thought that of the circumstances before you made a bet against me runt. You know i never lose a game. Can't turn back now" he made his way to the living room as he crashed down onto the sofa. He soon reached inside his briefs as hed plucked around your form. Making sure to surely drag you along his balls as were pulled out.

His shaft would pulse against you as the sack began to fold over you. Its built up sweat soaking into you as the my stopped your path. It took a few tugs, but eventually the folds rolled off you as the cool warm air met your body. Followed by Jordan's nose as it puffs of air ruffled your hair. "Starting to smell like me huh? Good, makes good preperations for our deal. First thing's first.." He lifted you up slightly as he hovered some deodorant in front of you. "You've got pits to tend to. Do a decent job and I might regrow you to your normal size".

"Simple enough" you though to yourself. You made your way over to it as you attempted to grab the side. "Ah ah, i don't think so. You're not tending to them that way" you feel his fingers wrap around you as before your front made contact with the fresh scented surface. You feel your clothes wrinkle as Jordan rubbed you in place over the deodorant as he made sure your body touched every corner of it before lifting you upwards. A little dazed from all the turning, you vision would soon return just in time see the trimmed hair of the underside of his arm. Even with the fresh scent covering, the odor surround the arm pit would begin to overpower it as your form drew closer.

"I'd hold that breath of your if I were you" you hear from above. Your arms were the first to make contact with the pit as they slicked to the side. Leaving partial room as you face collided into the soft skin. The pit would soon begin to cave around you as the fuzzes surface would sandwich your form. Jordan would rotate his shoulder clockwise as the pit inside was still slightly sweaty. Even with the firm pressure inside, your body would move along with his shoulder as the rush of musk filled your nose. Your tried to hold on against the trimmed haired of the pit, but even they would move in place as they slipped through your grasp. It was about 2 minutes as you endured the firm pressure before you were let out. You gave out a sigh of relief as you took in the fresh air, but it soon was short lived as Jordan lifted the other arm and stuffed you between it. Your muffles escaping from arm as he looked at it with a smile.

A couple more minutes went by, before he finally let up. Your face drenched in musk as the your clothes were now damp. You soon looked uo at Jordan as he gave hit pits a firm sniff. "Well, you can't do pit duty for crap. Perhaps another debt is in order. Ass duty" Jordan pulled down the back of his shorts as his ass rounded themselves past the band. Holding you vertically, he firmly began to slide you between them as the heat from between them fumed as air smelled of hot gas. You could help but extend your to their sides as the your holds slid across the inner walls of his ass. As you slid deeper in between, your nose would began to poke into his ass as it slid to the center of his hole. As it brushed along its center, was only then that Jordan stopped pressing and soon sat his entire weight on you. Your head would sink between the ring as you muffled between them. Ut would vibrate the clenching hole of jardan's, but you would only receive a vibrating chuckle in response.

"I've got an itch back there that's been driving me crazy since i left the game. Your gonna tend to it while i make my protein shake" you heard a sudden popping sound from above as Jordan began making his drink. The weight applying mire ontop of you as the hole sinked deeper along your sides. The scent from inside would get stronger as your nose seeped past the rings, but your nostrils still between them as they clenched around it. The sweat from his ss would begin to soak into your clothes as the heat would get stronger.

The sound of shaking from your muffled ears as Jordan shook his protein shake. The hole reacting with the amount of shaking as it sinked deeper. It was getting a little cramped as it started morphing around your head, but the more your pulled against it the hole pull back with equal force. You soon feel the hole overlap your head as it slipped past the ring. The sweat built leaked from all around the muscular walls as you yelled for him to let you up. You'd only hear of him shaking his protein shake as he continued.

Jordan did feel the slight change in pressure as he focused on your form. Moving a finger passed his shorts, he massaged a finger across his hole as he felt for your face. But he couldn't find it, all he found was your neck as he followed along its lengths. Patting around the hole, he gave a smile as he gave out a satifying clench from his hole. "Heh, always thought you'd make a good plug, guess i was right" he rubbed along your neck as he continued shaking his protein shake. This time putting in a lot more force as your head moved along his sweet spots.

Almost 10 minutes past as you stared inside the endless abyss of his hole before the sound of shaking stopped. You soon feel a tug at you legs before you feel yourself being pulled back out. But even then, the hole wouldn't let up, as it pucker in place. It took a couple of tugs, but the last would make progress as your chin was finally visible. Followed by the rest of your. Head as it was squeezed out with a sudden squelch. You were pulled between his cheeks once more, this time your front rubbing along its length before you were pulled out.

"Not bad, bot bad at all. Guess ass duty proved useful. Now i think its time you've had a break" he smirked as he tossed you into the air. Your vision constantly turning before submerged into a goopy surface. As you reached the surface, the walls were encircled around you as Jordan's lips planted on the edge. The sound of slurping following behind it as your body rushed towards it in a wave. Your gaze would soon go dark as you disappeared behind the lips as the sound of liquid echoed around you.

Jordan, would seal his lips shut as he sloshed his tongue around you. Giving firm circle around your body before chuckling again as it rosed it over you and splashed it ontop of you. He tiled his head back as he opened his mouth back up. Gurgling the liquid inside as you rumbled and flowed into you. With a firm gulp, he you and the liquid would decend into his throat as you traveled down for few seconds.

As you landed in his stomach, the flow of the protein would descend into the cramped chamber as you yelled and pounded at the door. "Hey, you can't do this! What about our deal?! You promised to unshrink when we were done".

"Yeah about that shrimp" he said as he belched "you're just too good not to keep. Your pathetic muffles, you sorry self inside my hole. And now, all nice and compacted in my stomach. You were mine the second you wanted that bet"

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you out...right after this skrimmage match. Coach wants me back at the court" Jordan would begin to walk out the door as he focused on the sloshing going on.

"Hey! No! Let me out of here you cheat!" You pounded at the bellied wall, but only received a firm pound from the outside as you splashed back into the proteined goop inside.

"Pipe down snack, its game time" he gave out repeated pounds into his belly as he listend to the gurgle going on inside. "That's more like it, oh its gonna be a blast when we return. For now, sit with the rest of the protein.

[dothwrites]

(--or Awful First Meeting + Arranged Marriage!) ❤️

Castiel paces the length of the grand foyer. Normally looking at the stained-glass windows can bring him some sense of peace, but not even the jagged, multi-colored splashes of light across the white marble floor can please him today.

"If you don't stop, you're going to wear a hole in the floor," Hannah says. Her voice is mild, but the slight snap holds a hint of disapproval.

Castiel rolls his eyes and doesn't stop. There's no reason for his older sister to be here, other than for baby-sitting purposes. It's almost insulting that his mother thinks that he can't handle this meeting by himself, if Castiel wasn't halfway convinced of the same thing.

"It's not like they're barbarians," Hannah continues. She opens a tablet and starts to scroll through a page. "Lawrence is fairly sophisticated, technologically speaking. They're not near our level, but then again, who is?"

"Amazing that other people have accused you of being a snob," Castiel murmurs.

Hannah makes an undignified face at him before turning her attention back to her tablet. "Anyway, I'm sure it will be fine. You'll meet the delegation, make nice, and make arrangements. Tonight, you'll host the dinner, and tomorrow they'll leave, and you won't have to see them again for a whole other month. And after the wedding... Well, as long as you make the required public appearances, I'm sure that your conjugal duties won't be too difficult."

When Castiel doesn't immediately agree, Hannah lowers her tablet. "Castiel," she says, her voice turning softer and more sympathetic, "if you don't want to go through with it... I could speak to Mother. Tell her... I don't know. I'll think of something."

As heir apparent, Hannah has more sway with their mother than Castiel ever will, but he doubts it goes as far as this. The royal wedding has been planned for years, and only a minor global conflict could end it.

Not that Castiel hasn't thought about starting one, just so he could get out of this.

"It's fine," Castiel says. He hears the unmistakable sound of engines pulling in front of the palace. His stomach drops to somewhere around his knees before it rockets back up to lodge somewhere in his throat. "It'll be fine," he repeats, clenching his fists by his side.

His ceremonial clothes feel like they're two sizes too small. Castiel yearns to do nothing more than loosen his tight collar, but before he can reach up, the front door opens.

"May I present the delegation from Lawrence," drones the voice of the crier. Though he announces the delegation with the same disinterested tone that he takes with everyone, Castiel doesn't think that he's imagining the small note of malicious glee.

Overcome with the sudden need to vomit, Castiel swallows. Seconds later, a tall figure comes bounding through the door and up to him.

Castiel likes to think of himself as indifferent to the aesthetic purposes of most people, but this man is enough to catch his attention. He has sandy hair, bright green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across his fair skin. His shoulders are broad and his waist trim. His legs are bowed, but somehow that only draws attention to his toned thighs.

Castiel has never been so immediately attracted to another person. He feels like he's accidentally skipped the last step and now he's crashing to his earth. His previously reliable stomach is performing all sorts of unorthodox movements. Castiel swallows and idly wonders if he's about to be sick.

"So, you're Castiel," the man drawls. His eyes move over Castiel. Every part of him gives the impression that he thinks Castiel could do much better. As a prince, Castiel isn't accustomed to feeling inadequate, but this man makes him feel pathetically small.

"Welcome to Lebanon," Castiel says, his tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. "I hope your stay here will be--"

"Let me stop you right there, pal," the man interrupts. "I'm not looking to enjoy the natural beauties or wonders or whatever of your country. I didn't really have any choice in coming here, so I've just got to grit my teeth and get through this. Same as you, I'm guessing. So do us a favor, save the small talk, and look pretty for the pictures."

Color floods Castiel's cheeks. He's never felt so humiliated in his entire life, and he grew up as the punching bag for a mother who was constantly disappointed in him.

Why was the treaty made with Lawrence? It's not as though Lawrence has anything that Lebanon particularly needs: though rich in natural resources, it's a little bit of a backwater. Its citizens are uncouth, as evidenced by this specimen standing in front of him. But for whatever reason, the treaty was made when Castiel was a child, selling away his future to... To...

"Dean! Please don't tell me that you're torturing people already!"

Castiel turns towards the newcomer, feeling pathetically grateful for the interruption. The man walking towards him is one of the tallest men Castiel's ever seen. His floppy brown hair shakes into his eyes, and he tosses his head to clear his vision. He's dressed similarly to the green-eyed man, but his smile is friendly, and when he walks up to Castiel, he extends a hand in greeting.

"I see that my brother didn't bother to make his introductions. I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We're Lord John's sons, and we're here as escorts."

Another figure appears in the doorway. Castiel looks past Sam and Dean and swallows as his heart tries to jump into his throat.

The woman standing in the doorway is petite and blonde. Her dress is attractive, though it's not the fashion in Lebanon. Still, she's beautiful enough that she could wear almost anything and still manage to look glamorous. Her smile stretches across her face as she walks towards him, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Still, the curtesy she performs is exquisite.

She stretches her hand out. Knowing the protocol, Castiel takes it and kisses the soft skin on the back of her hand. As he does so, he sweeps his thumb over her palm. Interestingly enough, her hands have callouses more designed to a hunter than a lady.

"Castiel of Lebanon, may I present Lady Joanna Beth Harvelle of Lawrence. "

Castiel forces a smile as he looks at Joanna Beth Harvelle, his future wife. He holds out an arm and tries not to grit his teeth at the wrongwrongwrong feeling that settles over his skin as she places her hand in the crook of his elbow. Surprisingly, Dean, her escort looks about how Castiel feels, his handsome face twisted into an expression of mingled distaste and fear.

This is his marriage. This is his duty. And he'll see it through, no matter what.