#two parts on one

[cinemastyles-blog]

Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2

Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “I really love the idea of harry fucking a fan and having a breeding kink. So muttering things like "yeah, you want me to cum deep inside you?? Put a baby deep inside you?" And kind of playing on his cockiness if knowing a fan WOULD want to have his babies and kinda risking it bc he thinks its hot. you can make the mc a little plus size?? And like mention it? Maybe have harry like it? There just isn't much representation and I would appreciate that. Im like obsessed with this idea so pls pls if you are willing "You would like that wouldn't you?" While pounding roughly inside y/n. LIKE PLS I NEED IT”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, heavy breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, lots of praising, hair pulling, choking, oral (both), harry x plus size!y/n, this is loaded with nasty filth enjoy <3

Masterlist

LIVE ON TOUR HARRY

You stood with your hands gripping the black, metal railing of the barricade.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes move around the stage, still trying to convince yourself that Harry is going to be right. there.

“I can’t wait to see him.” A girl next to you says, “I hope he comes out shirtless.”

As much as you’d like to see Harry shirtless, live in person, you’re just glad to be there and hear him sing.

You laughs and shake your head, “I’m sure it’ll be a great show regardless.”

She nods and tilts her head, “Where did you get that skirt from? Your outfit is so cute and I love that shirt.”

You look down and smile, “Oh thank you.” You look up at her, “I got it off of, oh shit. I can’t remember. It was a while ago.”

You point to get dress, “I like your dress. It’s so sparkly.”

“Thank you-“

She stops talking as the lights go down and Harry’s band comes to the stage.

Your heart starts beating fast, the anticipation of seeing him this close setting in. Your palm becomes sweaty as you grip the bar again, bringing your phone up to record him making his entrance.

“Here he comes!” The girl next to you says leaning over and pushing her shoulder into yours.

All you can do is smile and when he comes out into the stage wearing that slightly see through black shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top and an almost matching your skirt plaid pants and jacket.

The girls around you gasp and look at you.

“What the fuck?” The one girl screams, “You fucking win, girl.”

“Oh my god she is matching Harry!”

You look down at your skirt, almost like you’re confirming that it’s still plaid and it indeed matches Harry’s fit for tonight.

After Harry is done singing his first song he steps back and looks at everyone in the crowd, “Wow. You guys are unbelievable.”

He chuckles and walks back and fourth the stage, stopping when he sees you.

Your heart feels like it drops into your stomach. Your phone is recording nothing but the floor because you’re too busy staring at Harry.

“Hello, love.” Harry tilts his head and bends down.

“H-hi, Harry.” You smile and bite your lip, “How are you?”

He nods and smiles, “I’m doing wonderful, thank you for asking. How are you? What’s your name?”

“y/n, it’s y/n.” You nod a few times quickly, “I’m amazing!”

“That’s good.” He smiles and licks his lips as his eyes move down to your shirt, “I like that shirt. Do you, y/n, have love for yourself?”

Harry saying your name makes your thighs squeeze together, “I would say so.”

He smiles, “That’s great to hear, y/n. You look beautiful, thank you for coming to support me.”

“Since twenty ten, my love.” You smirk slightly, “Since twenty ten!”

He shakes his head and covers his face, “I love it, I love it. I really do. That’s amazing, thank you for that, y/n.” He presses his fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss.

The girls around you could burst your ear drums, screaming and grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly, “y/n!”

“Oh I almost forgot..” Harry shuffles back in front of you and points, “I like that skirt, plaid is definitely in.” He winks and walks away, but keeps his eyes on you until a fan catches his attention.

“Are you okay, y/n?”

“Girl how are you still standing?”

“yeah, right. I’d be on the floor.”

You shake your head, amazed that you were the first interaction of the night, and amazing at how much tension, chemistry you felt.

You thought you were being delusional, there’s no way Harry could be interested in you.

No way.

But you were very wrong.

The whole show, every time you were in Harry’s view, his eyes were on you. He was center stage, looking over to his right at you, smiling and shaking his head as you sing his songs to him.

You ate up the main character moment, because why not. You thought that after tonight, you’d have to go see him at another one of his shows.

But you were also very wrong about that, too.

——

“Thank you all so very much for coming out and sing these song with me, you truly have changed my life..” Harry goes on with his thank you speech, glancing at you every so often, trying to hide that smile you make him have.

“Goodnight.” His eyes stay on you for a few seconds and he smiles before he walks off the stage.

You’re standing there, chit chatting with the girls who were around you, telling them how you feel. They’re telling you how they feel.

It’s insane.

“Miss?”

“Plaid skirt.”

The one girl taps your arm and points behind you, “I think he’s trying to get your attention, y/n.”

You turn around to see a guy wearing a t shirt that says security.

“Me?” You point to yourself and he nods, “Yeah, I was told to come and find you, per Harry’s request.”

Your heart sinks again and your knees go shakey, “Okay.” He points down to the end of the barricade, “Meet me down there.”

He walks away when you nod and you turn around, “That can’t be real.” You shake your head, looking down at the guy who’s waiting for you, “Should I go?”

“Have you ever been a trending hashtag on twitter?”

You shake your head, “Not that I recall.” You laugh slightly and she tilts her head with a smile, “You’re going to be. Harry liked you.”

“I mean, worst comes to worst you get kidnapped instead of meeting Harry.” The one girl laughs and her friend hits her, “Steph, really?”

You laugh, “No, no because I was thinking the same thing.” You click your tongue and shrug, “Do you really think- no..” you sigh and the one girl steps towards you, “You can’t pass up the potential opportunity of meeting Harry.”

You look at her, “Right. I’m going.”

You start walking before you can change your mind and the guy waves you to come around. You walk out around the fencing and he walks towards a door.

He pushes the door open and there’s a sea of people in the hallway.

Your stomach is doing flips, you’re so nervous.

He walks you through the crowd and takes you outside to a car. He opens the door and you look in and see Harry sitting there with a smile, “Hello again, y/n.”

You thank the security guy as you climb in and he nods as he shuts the door.

You put your seat belt on and look over at him, “You had to go and wear plaid?”

He looks at you confused, “Huh?” He laughs slightly and you smile, “You just had to go and steal my style.” You roll your eyes and laugh, “No I liked it a lot. You have great taste Mr. Styles.”

He smirks and shakes his head, “You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya.”

“You have no idea.” You mumble lowly.

He looks over at you and your freeze, “What did you say?” He asks leaning in.

“What do you think I said?”

He squints and smirks slowly, “Mm. We’ll just have to figure out just how feisty you can be.”

You didn’t think he heard you.

Now you’re slightly embarrassed, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “Nah, no worries, sweetheart.”

Harry starts a conversation about where you’re from and what shows you’ve been too, totally changing the topic.

“Yeah, so then, I stumbled upon a ticket for this show and I had this weird feeling that I needed to be here..” you shrug, “And now.. we’re here.”

He nods and smiles, “You know, I had this weird feeling before I went on stage, like I don’t even know to describe it to you really.”

“No, I get it.” You duck down and look out of Harry’s window, “You’re staying at The Royal Sonesta?”

He looks at you and nods, “Yeah.”

“This is my hotel, too.” You lean back and laugh slightly, “I’m “518.”

“There’s no way.” Harry tilts his head, “I am in 618, you?”

You shake your head and sigh, “This is insane, Harry.”

He agrees and the driver pulls up to the doors. Harry gets out and meets you over at your door as the hotel staff opens your door.

Harry holds his hand out to help you as you slide out of the car. Neither one of you let go of one another until you reached the fifth floor.

“Do you mind if I stop by my room so I can grab some stuff?” You look up at Harry and he nods, “Not at all.”

You go to walk off the elevator and Harry follows behind you. You glance over your shoulder at him and smile slightly.

He really is such a caring person and you love that.

You hold the card to your door and open it when it beeps. Harry lays his hand on the door to hold it open, “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” You can’t stop smiling, he has you so giddy right now, you would do anything that man says.

You are putty in his hands.

“Do you want me to carry anything, y/n?”

It makes your stomach flutter every time he says your name. You look at him and shake your head, “I think I got it.”

You pretty much pack up your whole suit case and look at him, “I’m ready, sorry.”

He turns to you and gently cups your face, “Stop apologizing!” He says with a smile, “You are fine, love. I promise.”

You smile up at him and look into his eyes.

You’ve always wanted to see what his eyes looked like up close and you can definitely say they are more beautiful in person.

He licks his lips and bites his bottom one as he sighs, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He whispers as his eyes scan over your faded lipsticky lips.

“Do it.”

Without any hesitation he presses his lips to yours and you could moan.

His lips are so soft, perfect.

You lay a hand on his chest, gently digging your fingers in as you grip his t shirt with the other one.

“Come on.” He pulls away and leans in to peck your lips one more time, “Let’s go upstairs.”

You nod and he takes your hand as he grabs your suitcase, pulling it behind him as you walk.

You make it up to Harry room finally and walk in. He immediately locks the door once it’s closes and puts his hands on his hips, “How about a drink, y/n?”

You nod, “Oh, please.”

He smirks and motions to the room, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You smile and nod as you unzip your suitcase, rummaging through to find my our shirts and t shirt.

You pull out your faded Pink Floyd shirt and you notice Harry look down at it.

He looks up at you and nods, “Good choice.”

He gives you a wink before he grabs the glasses and walks over to the balcony doors, “Meet ya out here, yeah?”

“I’ll be right out.” You hurry to the bathroom and quickly change into your comfy clothes. You look in the mirror and smile at yourself.

Your run your hands over the fabric and let out a dry laugh because you know you’re going to have haters because you’re a bigger girl, but you remind yourself that if Harry didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be in his hotel room almost half naked.

You open the door after picking up the clothes you took off and taking them to your suitcase.

You can feel Harry’s eyes trail up and down your body from the balcony doors.

You bite your lip and shift your weight to your right leg, the ones that’s closest to him, popping your ass out.

“Shit.” He, not so very quietly, whispers.

You look over at him and tilt your head, “Did you say something, Harry?” You ask with a slight innocent tone.

He shakes his head, “No, just waiting on you.” He smirks and you shut your suit case, “Fine.” You sigh a bit dramatic and he laughs, “You’re something else.”

You keep your mouth shut because you learned your lesson last time.

You smirk and follow him out, snatching a blanket off the end of the bed as you walk by.

You sit down in the lounge chair and cover up with the blanket. For a little while, you and Harry take turns, going back and fourth with asking questions, getting off topic and rambling on.

Just enjoying each others company.

Pretty soon, the liquor bottle is empty and you and Harry are feeling very tipsy.

After you guys calm down from laughing, it’s quiet for a few moment before Harry speaks, “You know..” He starts out, “Ever since I wrote Kiwi, I’ve always had this..” he pauses and you look over at him.

“Had this..” you tilt your head and he looks over at you, a smirk resting on his lips, “Fantasty.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Fantasy?”

He leans forward and sets his glass down. He stands up and walks over to you, “Yeah.” He says as he places his knee between your legs.

He reaches up and gently brushes hair from your face, staring down at you. “Tell me about it.” You whisper, closing your eyes as he gently holds onto your chin.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

You open your eyes and smile while nodding, “Please, Harry.” You whisper reaching up to pull him to you. You press your lips onto his and moan quietly, “Harry kisses down your neck, “Come to bed.”

He pulls away to stand up. He holds his hands out to help you up from the lounger. His hands go to your ass and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He takes you into the bed, tossing you down on your back and he watches as you slowly slide the shirt up your body. You lean up, slipping it off over your head and then you toss it to his feet.

He admires your body and the fact that you're only wearing underwear makes Harry's cock twitch, "Fuck. Take them off."

He gets undressed himself and strokes himself a few times before he starts to crawl up your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin, "I want to put a fuckin' baby in you."

He whispers lowly as he kisses up your neck, "Cum so deep inside of you. would you like that?"

You whimper and nod your head, "Fuck, yes."

"Would you tell me if you were to get pregnant, though, love?" Harry whimpers as the head of his cock rubs against your soaked and ready folds, "Fuck."

He groans lowly as you move your hips up and down against his cock, "Teasin' me baby?"

You smirk, "I would never, daddy."

You both gasp at the same time when Harry thrusts his cock in you, "Fuckin' hell." He groans and pulls you closer to him, "I really will make myself a daddy if you keep talking like that."

You moan at a combination of his words and his cock spreading you apart. It honestly kind of hurts but it feels so fucking good at the same time you'll let him do anything to you.

"Fuck, H-Harry." You moan out loudly as he slowly starts to thrusts, "Just the thought of you being pregnant with my baby could get me off.. fuck you're so goddamn tight."

'Yes!" You moan out, "Fuck, Yes, daddy. Cum inside of me." You whine as Harry pushes his cock deep into you and holds it there, "You'd like that, wouldn't you. Being a fan that's pregnant with my fucking baby."

He moans loudly as he starts thrusting again, "Fuck, Yes i would love that, shit." You gasp and clench around him, moaning as you feel him push deep.

"Gonna cum for me? hmm." Harry pulls his cock out slowly slides it back inside of your aching cunt, "Y-yes." You whimper out, "I need to cum, daddy please."

He pulls out and slowly lays down beside you, "You want to ride me, baby?"

You don’t say another word, instead you staddle him and he watches you sink down on his cock with a groan, “Take that as a yes.”

His fingers dig into your hips, begging you to move. You slowly lift up and rock your hips forward as you lean down to kiss him.

Something takes over you. You turn his face and kiss down his neck, “I want to have your baby.”

He rolls you guys back over, pinning your down to the bed as he pushes his cock all the way in. You whimper as his cock pushing into you kinda hurts.

He pulls his hips back and pauses, looking down at you, “You’re going to be so fucking beautiful knocked up with my baby.”

You arch your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing tightly around him.

He starts to fuck your cunt at a punishing pace, groaning into your neck as you clench around him. Your hands drag down his back, causing red lines to show up instantly on his skin.

You sudden feel a rush of pleasure, moaning out his name as you cum around him.

He cums with you, pulling you closer and pushing his cock in deeper, “fuck, fuck fuck.” He pants as you feel his cock grow a little softer inside of you.

He pulls out and lays beside you, on his side so he can look at you. You shift slightly and look at him, “What?” You ask shyly with a smile.

He smiles and shakes his head, “Nothing. Nothing.”

You laugh and let out a sigh, “Do you mind if I go for a shower?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah no, go ahead. Take a shirt from my suitcase.” You go to get up, but Harry stops you pulls you back over to him.

“I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby.”

“Really?” You tilt your head up more and lean back, “You mean that?”

He nods as his thumb thumbs against your thigh, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” He looks up at you, “Listen, just because I sing about it not being my business, doesn’t mean that it won’t be.”

You laugh slightly, “well, only time will tell.”

“Either way..” Harry pauses to rest his hand on your cheek, “I like you, and you aren’t getting away from me that easy.” He winks and presses his lips to yours.

A FEW WEEKS LATER // PART 2

You stayed back at the hotel while Harry went and did sound check.

You walk over to the bed and sit down, taking a deep breathe as you stare down at the test in your grasp.

You were honestly kind of scared to tell Harry, worried that he might have changed his mind.

A knock on the door jumps you out of your thoughts and you stand up, shoving the test into your waist band, “Who is it l?” You yell as you run into the bathroom to hide all of the evidence.

“It’s Y/F/N. Come on, open up.”

You let out a sigh, “Coming!”

You haven’t told a single soul about that night with Harry. You haven’t even told anyone about Harry.

Expect your best friend, y/f/n. You and Harry had a long talk after the first couple rounds, explaining everything, getting to know each other pretty much.

You both figured that if you’re in this, you might as well need to know the details of his life the media doesn’t show of Harry.

You open the door and smile, “Ah! Hey!” She walks in and hugs you, “Missed you.” You smile and hug her back, “I’ve missed you.”

“You have a pretty good reason for ghosting me for a few days, I’ll give you that.” She laughs as she sets her stuff down on the table.

“So I got the room right next to ours booked for you. You can stay as long as we do or whatever you want to do.” You keep pulling your shirt down in the back, overthinking that the test is showing.

“Sweet. So when do I get to meet your new boyfriend?” She smirks and looks around.

“After the show. Since we’re keeping everything very low key, we’re going in as just fans, so when we’re there, don’t say shit.” You smile slightly, knowing that she’s trustworthy.

“I won’t. I won’t.”

——

You and y/f/n stand back towards the back of the pit. You started feeling nauseated on the walk to the venue, you were nervous to talk to Harry.

You didn’t want to lose him, he truly seems to care about you and what the test read, you didn’t want him just giving up, but a part of you knew that he wouldn’t.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You quickly say before making to the restroom just in time to puke your anxiety up.

“Oh god.” You whisper quietly before standing up. You take care of everything, wash your hands and head back over.

Harry’s show was just about over, he was finishing up his speech. Once over, you grab her and pull her with you.

“How fast will Harry get to the hotel?” Y/f/n asks, “I know he leaves like a.s.a.p.”

You look over at her, “Same time as us.” You turn down the one ally, out back of the venue and there stands Harry in front of the car, “There she is.”

You smile as you walk faster up to him, “Hey. Great show.” He pulls you in to hug you and looks up at your friend, “You must be y/f/n. Hello, I’m Harry.”

She smiles and shakes his hand, “Hi Harry. Yes, I’m y/f/n.”

“Did you like the show?” Harry slides his hand down your back and tilts his head as he talks to y/f/n.

You zone out, taking in feeling him pressed up against you, but only for a short time before you’re rushed into the car and taken back to the hotel.

The car ride there was mainly y/f/n and Harry talking, getting to know each other and y/f/n telling Harry stories about you and her growing up.

“That was one time.” You defend yourself, “I have not stolen a piece of gum from the grocery store ever since.”

Harry laughs, “Oh, you rebel you.” He pulls your closer and pushes his head against yours. You laugh and roll your eyes, “Fine be mean to me. I’ll just keep my secret to myself.”

“Ooh, miss y/n has a secret?” Y/f/n says poking your side. You swat her hand away and laugh slightly, “That I do.”

“Can I know this secret?” Harry asks teasingly.

You bite your lip and shrug, playing into it, “You’re going to have to know.” You look over at your friend, “So do you.”

The car stops and the doors open. Harry gets out and holds his hand out to help you out of the car. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.

Y/f/n walks besides you and turns to look at you. She looks you up and down and shakes her head, “No, can’t be.”

“Are you implying that I’m pregnant?” You look at her, “Do I look that fat?”

Her eyes go wide and Harry’s hand grips tighter on your waist. She shakes her head quickly, “No, no. No.”

You laugh, “oh gosh, no I’m not pregnant and I know you weren’t calling me that.” She laughs and Harry’s grip eases on your waist as the elevator doors open.

You look up at him and he gives you a look.

You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows before following y/f/n, “Four.” You say instructing her on which button to push.

Harry stands next to you, on hand on the rail behind you, other on his hip.

“You two are honestly really cute.” Y/f/n says pointing between you and Harry. You smile and lean against him. He rests his cheek on your head and you can tell he is smiling, “Yeah, I really like this one.”

You look up at him and leans down and kisses you.

Y/f/n gags, “Okay. Enough mushy gushy.” The elevator door opens and she sighs, “Thank god.” She walks off and you laugh as you and Harry walk out together.

“I love you guys, but I’m exhausted. We’ll catch up in the a.m.” he waves as she keeps walking away.

Y/f/n disappears into her room and you and Harry go into yours.

“I’m going to go change, I’ll be right back.” You say as you walk to your suit case. You sneak another pregnancy test from the box at the bottom and hide it in your clothes.

“Okay babe. Are you hungry?” Harry asks and you turn to look at him, “I’m starving.”

He nods and start to order as you go into the bathroom. You quickly take the test before taking off your shirt and laying it over the test.

You continue to change, slowly. Wasting time so you don’t have to just stand around and wait.

You take a deep breathe and move your shirt, biting your lip as you look at the window.

You need to tell him.

Just get it over with, y/n.

You sigh and hold the test in your palm. You tuck it into the waist band of your shorts and bury the wrapper in your dirty clothes.

You go out, walking to your suit case and throwing them in. You decided that you’re just going to let Harry find the test and you’ll go from there.

“Food should be here in a few minutes, babe.” Harry walks over to you and your eyes gaze up his chest as you look up at him, “Sounds good.”

You smile and your heart starts to race as he places his hands on your hips. His left hand is so close to the test, you could puke, again.

He leans down and kisses you. You wrap one arm around his neck and lay your other hand on his chest.

You have noticed that he’s been turning you on a lot more, feeling his skin under your touch turns you on so fast.

He wraps his arm around your lower back and bends down to slide his other hand down the back of your thigh.

You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grab onto your ass.

The test still tucked in your waist band.

He turns around and lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, “I see what you want, baby.”

You whimper as his hand slips under your shirt, moving up to pinch your one nipple. You moan and arch your back, “H-Harry.”

“What do you want, baby?” He whispers lowly, “Hmm?”

“I-I want..” you bite your lip, rolling your eyes back as he rubs your clit through your shorts, “I want your baby.”

Harry moans lowly at your words as his cock grows harder by the second in his shorts, “Is that what you want?”

You nod and look down at him, “Yes, daddy.” You moan as he switches nipples, “Say it again, baby.”

Wanting him to know already is driving you nuts.

You whimper and lift up your shirt, “I’m having your baby.”

He immediately stops moving and looks up at you, “What?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulls the test from your waistband.

“Are yo- is tha- I don’t know what we’re feeling.” You sit up and rest your fingers over your mouth, anxiously awaiting Harry to say something else.

“Fuck.” Harry chuckles slightly and smiles, “M’gonna let you have all my kids.” He tosses the positive test down and lays back over your body.

He presses his lips to yours and works on pushing his shorts down as you pushed yours down.

“You gonna be my pregnant slut tonight? Hmm?” Harry leans back down and kisses you, pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth.

You gasp and whimper, pulling him closer to you, “Fuck me,” you beg, “Please daddy?”

He leans up and pushes your legs apart, spitting onto his fingers before slowly starting to work them in and out of your pussy, “Relax, baby.”

You moan and lay your head back, pulling at the sheets as his other hand starts to rub your clit, “can’t wait to see you with a baby belly.”

You spit into your hand and reach over to grab his cock. He moans and bucks his hips a few times, “Always love how you hold my cock.” He groans lowly as he closes his eyes.

You watch as his face twitches just the slightest when you speed up your hand, “Fuck.” You moan as you clench around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you arch your back off the bed and drop your hand to grab the sheets.

“That’s it, mama. Cum for me.”

Harry calling you mama could send you right back over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck.” You moan as you grind your hips against his hand, “shit.” You sigh as you come down while panting.

He move back between your legs and leans down, to pull your shirt off your body. You lean up and fall back as he tosses beside you, “you’re so much hotter now that you’re pregnant with my baby.”

He kisses down your neck, nipping spots every now and then as he makes his way to your nipple. He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue as he slowly rubs the head of his cock against your clit.

“H-Harry.” You whine, “Please.”

Harry slides his cock down, still keeping his lips on your nipple. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, groaning as he kissed back up to your lips.

Your lips move in sync with his as your legs and arms wrap around him.

“Say it.” He moans lowly.

“I’m having your baby.” You whimper as you clench around his cock.

“Again.”

You moan as he pushes his cock into you and holds himself there, “What are you?” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth, “I’m having your baby.”

“Mm.” He hums lowly which turns into a moan as he slowly starts to trust his cock into you, “Going to be the best mom to my baby. Our baby.”

He lays a hand on your cheek, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You press your lips to his and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as you moan, “m’so close.”

He nods and kisses down your neck before he sits up. He grips your hips and thrusts into you, groaning as he’s growing closer to cumming, too.

“Me too.” He mumbles tilting his head back, “Fuck, babe.” He presses his thumb to your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Come on baby.”

He looks down at you and you stare back at him, panting as a wave of pleasure washes over you, “Fuck, y-yes daddy.” You whimper quietly, and moan as he pumps his cum into, once again.

You let out a sigh once you come down and look up at him. He looks at you and smiles.

“I am having your baby, Mr. Styles.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, “Mhm. And it’s nobody’s business but ours.”

You smile and tilt your head, “You really do like me huh?”

He smiles and shakes his head as he stands up, “You have no idea what kind of hold you have over me.”

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Hi hello, thank you so so so much for being patient and waiting for these requests to drop. I just posted Private Affair Chapter 2 so you can check that out here!

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[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[fulltimecatwitch]

when they said in Dune that they needed spice for space travel i thought it was used as some sort of fuel but no apparently it's just because your pilot needs to be hight out of his mind to be able to safely navigate big ships into space

[bigfatbreak]

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[dkettchen]

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[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

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If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

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Part 2 in the reblogs 💖

[thedeadtravelfast]

this is the plot right?

[daraoakwise]

150 years ago, a boy was born to my great-great grandmother. And that was the last time that happened anywhere on my maternal line until my son was born in 2016. This is a story about intersex people.

For 150 years, the women of my family kept having daughters, who either also had daughters, or they were oddly unable to have children. Strange quirk, we assumed. No boys.

In the late 1970s, my mother’s sister had a daughter with Down Syndrome. Genetic testing was done, and it was discovered that although she looked female, she actually possessed the male XY chromosome combination. Her sister was born three years later. And because of that genetic concern, her genes were checked. And she possessed … the XY chromosomes. A third daughter, born a few years later, possessed the usual XX.

Keeping in the tradition, my mother had two daughters. Because of our cousins’ genetic conditions, my sister and I were both checked. Both of us appeared typically XX. And so for more than thirty years, it was dismissed as a quirk, and no one said the word intersex because that wasn’t a thing in 1980.

In 2014 I had a son, breaking the chain of girls. It was an interesting story! I then had two daughters, and didn’t bother to do any genetic checking.

And then in 2020 my sister became pregnant. Early genetic testing said boy, XY. Twenty week anatomy scan said girl. Definitely 100% girl. Uhhh?! As expected, she*** was born genetically male, possessing only male gonads in the form of undescended testes, but female external genitalia.

It was Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, a genetic mutation carried on the X chromosome. See, all bodies start female. Then, when the hormonal influence of the Y chromosome kicks in, instructions on the X are supposed to detect the testosterone and create male genitalia. Except a person with AIS is non-reactive to testosterone, and the body stays, at least superficially, female. Genetic check would say boy. Presence of testes says boy. Pants check says girl. Making the question of sex (sex. Gender is something else, ok?) distinctly complicated.

If someone has a mother who is a carrier of AIS, there are 4 possibilities. Unaffected XY, and so genetically and structurally male. Affected XY, and so intersex. Affected XX, and so a female carrier. Unaffected XX female and entirely unaffected.

My grandmother was a carrier. My aunt and mother are carriers. My sister is a carrier. When my niece was born, my single non-intersex cousin and I did genetic testing. And we are both carriers as well. My son is an unaffected XY male. My niece is affected XY intersex. Both my cousin and I also have 2 daughters each. And, because it is medically and psychologically relevant, we had them tested. All XX.****

And I was ready to check one more thing: are my daughters carriers? There is a 50/50 chance. And then I stopped, because they are preschoolers, and that is their reproductive decision. They know three intersex people. And if they care, someday they can check their genes and the odds that my grandchildren will be intersex. The intersex people they know will, I hope, be able to talk to them about the beauty of their lives as one of the wonderful variations of humanity.

[cobbbvanth]

star wars, but it’s just the memes

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

[hwashitape]

lungs, kidney, heart

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny mixed up FNAF Help wanted with Digital circus,,

[therealelrondhubbard]

[lovevanpalmer]

dune part two plot summary

[cosmictheo]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 | feyd-rautha

(gif credits to @pascow)

— summary: an arranged marriage with feyd-rautha in the name of reconciling your houses was something you were not expecting, neither was the soft and light way he seemed to behave towards you and only you. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader —word count: 3k —warnings: arranged marriage, feyd being gentle and calm because the reader is the love of his life (as it was written), probably ooc!feyd (sorry but i just love to see the most savage and feral men fall on their knees for their s/o)

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)

Your arranged marriage to Feyd-Rautha had been the reason for House Atreides and Harkonnen to strengthen their alliance, ensuring that neither would stab each other in the back, which was most expected from the Baron. Your Houses had been wavering on a faint thread that separated you from a war and this marriage arrangement had pacted a reconciliation. It had been your parents' idea and obeying your parents was the most important thing for you, right after protecting your family and indeed that was what you were doing, guarding your family.

Your twin brother did not like the idea, he was not very fond of Feyd-Rautha and his House, moreover, he found him rather... repulsive. For Feyd was a savage, a ruthless and bloodthirsty man.

However, he had to admit that, next to him, you would be basically untouchable, after all, it was like having a guard dog, the most possessive and protective dog, a dog that was ready to kill and ravage for you if necessary.

“He's scary.” Paul's voice echoed inside your head as together you walked along the vast hallways of the Harkonnen palace, at the end of it, Feyd-Rautha stood, engaged in a conversation with your parents, forever as stiff and somber as he had been since you had first met him.

“Just look at him, you'll have to wake up next to him for the rest of your life.” Your brother insisted, throwing you a knowing and concerned look. “We can fix this without you having to marry that man, sister. There must be something—”

“Enough.” you interrupted him, finally dragging your eyes from your betrothed to your anxious brother pacing beside you, you made an effort to offer him a reassuring, soft smile, grateful that he was always so caring and concerned about you and your well-being. “There's nothing else we can do. You know about my visions and what they foresee. Our House will not endure if I do not accept this offer.”

“We will do whatever it takes to survive for now.” You added, holding Paul's gaze, noting the sadness and pity behind his dark eyes, and like the good sister you were, you sighed softly, leaning closer to him to bring him some kind of reassurance. “Our turn will come to make our move and win, brother.”

“Whatever it takes.” He echoed, nodding his head, fingers brushing your clasped hand around his forearm, as you were accustomed to do when you walked side by side.

“The marriage will take place two weeks from now.” The Duke's voice gave out the news once you were all inside the assembly room, with the Baron at the head of the table, of course, looking uncharacteristically approving and pleased to hear the announcement.

The massive man showed his approval with a hint of a phantom, twisted smile, plump fingers taping the edge of the black table in front of him. “We will have the princess as a guest in our home for a week and then the na-Baron will visit her home for the last week, prior to her coming to live here.”

He planned the whole thing and there was absolutely no one in the room who had the idiotic courage to be against his command, so, it was settled.

Once you said goodbye to your family and gave a tight and emotional hug to your brother, you were left alone in the dark and gigantic planet of the Harkonnen family, feeling like an outsider, like a small prey surrounded by bloodthirsty predators. Although, the place possessed an indescribable and incomparable beauty, the sun was black, and the light that irradiated was whitish, giving it a beautiful contrast with all the black buildings rising majestically. But the place was rather... depressing, quiet and somewhat eerie, it was nothing like your home.

You soon felt out of place, and everyone who looked at you could see it too. It was as if you had some kind of golden aura, glowing among all the darkness and gloom of the place.

Feyd-Rautha watched you attentively, analyzing every expression and emotion you let be shown across your face, catching the look your eyes possessed, that special little gleam that flashed in your orbs as you admired Giedi Prime as if it were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life, his home.

“Do you like it here, my lady?” His husky, raspy voice managed to snap you out of your trance, and your heart skipped a beat once you trailed your gaze from the horizon beneath the balcony to him, meeting his deep, dark gaze. He always seemed to look at you with those eyes, captivated, as if you were some form of strange spectacle.

And indeed you were, you stood in perfect contrast to the planet, your eyes were bright, lively, your aura was vivacious and hopeful. And because of that, he liked to look at you, study your face, your body language, every little reaction you had in response to something. You were fascinating.

Whenever you entered any room, his deep blue eyes were pulled to you like a magnet, drawn to orbit around you like his planet circling the dark sun.

Feyd noticed out of the corner of his eye how your hands clasped lightly around the balcony fence in front of you, skin contrasting against the blackness of the material. 

You nodded your head very slowly, twisting your body just enough to be able to look him directly in the face, big eyes looking up at him, not with fear, but with expectation. “I do.”

Even your voice was the opposite of his, keeping that soft and delicate tone, as elegant as you.

He seemed satisfied with your positive response, and so, he dared to lean against the balcony fence right next to you, but careful not to cause you to feel too uncomfortable or intruded upon. His eyes never left you for a second and he was quite pleased that you were bold enough to hold his powerful and intimidating gaze.

“Good, it will soon become your home too.” Feyd answered you, in a tone that oscillated between amusement and fascination, you didn't quite know how to decipher the expression on his face either, naturally.

He was very complicated to read, even if you tried extra hard, the many tutoring and lessons with Lady Jessica didn't seem to do much use, with him. Perhaps because he made you feel unnerved, he made your soul tremble like no one could, stepping beyond your walls and standing where none of your senses seemed to work. Where the eye could not see.

“Are you mocking me?” Still, you had the courage to ask him that bold question, one eyebrow rising on your forehead and your head twisting slightly, defiant face and all.

Your bravery made him laugh slightly this time, a noise that was heard almost unnaturally, with a small crooked smile on his lips that looked all too unusual and strange on him. For not even his strongest and most powerful enemies had had the courage to stand in front of him and challenge him like you were doing right now. You were a fierce girl. And he liked that.

“I wouldn't be likely to mock you, my lady.” Feyd-Rautha replied calmly, his tone of voice the exact same, as if you were a spectacle. Your eyes lowered to his hand, which snaked slowly to the edge of the balcony fence, fingers stroking the smooth surface. “I'm just stating the obvious. You'll be living here with me soon. It will be our home and you will reign with me when it's my turn.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at his response, not yet quite convinced that he would behave so calm and composed with you, when not more than two days ago you had seen him slicing men to pieces in the arena. “You are not bothered by me invading your space?”

You asked that question because you knew how... eccentric men usually behaved, you could see it in basically every man with any power you had ever met, in the so many meetings with the Duke back home. You could see how they treated their wives, how they looked at them and how they talked to them, as if they were dealing with a servant. You feared this marriage was like that too.

Even your parents' marriage was broken, since Duke Leto kept close to his heart another woman who was not Lady Jessica, he did not love her as he loved that unknown woman. You had grown up seeing an empty and cold marriage, merely to fulfill a duty.

You understood that your marriage would also have that basis, and therefore, you knew that duty was the death of love. But for some silly, innocent reason, you wanted to think there might be love here. As the naive, young girl that you were.

Feyd-Rautha shrugged, not taking much interest in the matter of the question, “You'll be my wife, my space is your space.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw that his answer pleased you. You could begin to understand that to him the whole arranged marriage thing wasn't as important as it was to you, or maybe it was, but it didn't seem to bother him or disagree.

“Does this marriage bother you?” It was his turn to ask, staring down at you, noticing how beautifully your skin reflected the pale natural light of the black sun. He could see how frustrated you were now, to be there, with him. “Does it bother you to be my wife?”

You sighed heavily, peeling your eyes from Feyd-Rautha and returning them to the beauty of the landscape below, pondering the questions. His dark eyes followed your every movement as your body turned forward again, hands gripping the balcony fence as if your life depended on it.

“Do you care much for my opinion of you?” You decided to answer him with another question and that seemed to annoy him for his frown deepened and his fingers halted on the fence, devoting himself to glaring at you with his azure eyes, mirroring the pallid light of the gloomy sun.

“Woman, I will marry you and live by your side for the rest of my life, of course your opinion is important.” He took a couple of steps closer to you as he spoke, hand closer and closer to yours, managing to make you even more nervous. “Don't speak nonsense, it doesn't suit you. You're a smart girl.”

Seeing the expression on your face, he leaned even closer and out of the corner of your eye you watched as his hand rose to your face, resting on your chin and turning it ever so gently for you to look at him, but your eyes lowered, fleeing from his.

It seemed astonishing to him that you didn't even flinch away when you sensed the approach of his hand to your face, as if it wasn't the same hand that had slaughtered so many and slit so many necks by the same motion.

“Don't take your eyes off me.” He demanded in a low, raspy tone of voice, you could feel his breath brush against your face. “Look at me.”

When he whispered your name in that delicate, nearly pleading tone, you finally summoned the courage to look at him, allowing him to cradle your chin between his fingers and allowing him to be so close to you that you felt suffocated by the warmth of his body against yours.

“You fear me?”

He asked in that tone of voice, whispering, silently asking you to have mercy on him, not to fear him as everyone usually feared him, not to see him as the monster everyone saw, but as your husband, your protector and your lover.

He saw how your eyes watered slightly as fear peered into your usual stoic, cold face, and Feyd-Rautha was used to beholding that face, was used to fear, because it was always the last look of his enemies.

“I'm afraid. Of leaving home, of living on an unknown planet, of marrying someone I don't know.” Then you shook your head softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. “But I am not afraid of you, Feyd-Rautha.”

“You're very bold... and emotional.” He whispered in a disapproving but gentle voice, fingers tracing barely a caress along your lower lip before he reached up and dried the couple of tears that had managed to escape from your pretty eyes. At the closeness, you could begin to see through the mask he always carried, hiding his emotions. “You can't let yourself look like this in front of your enemies, it will make you appear weak.”

“I can't let myself look like this in front of my future husband?” his dark eyes lowered to your lips as you modulated the question, pupils dilating slightly. You swallowed as you saw desire and lust darken his orbs even more when you referred to him as your husband. You sniffed, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your outburst of emotions. “I'm s—sorry. You shouldn't see me like this, my lord.”

“Don't apologize.” He again reprimanded you in that passive-aggressive tone of his, like a hiss of a snake, shaking his head a little. Even after he wiped away your little tears, his hands remained in the same place, cupping your face, each of his thumbs resting on your flushed cheekbones.His fingertips were surprisingly gentle against your skin, sending shivers all over your body beneath their path. “You can be like this only with me, you understand? You can trust me, I want you to trust me.” His fingers took a lock of your hair and pulled it away from your face, running it carefully behind your ear. “But I really don't like to see you cry, my wife-to-be.”

After barely a second of silence with his azure eyes again flicking down to your parted lips, he spoke again, muttering, his raspy voice indicating that perhaps it hurt his throat to talk like that. “Pretty girls like you should cry out of pleasure only.”

He studied your face once more, not missing the way you blushed at his open flirtation and suggestive words, how you bit your lower lip, pupils expanding in thick blackness. You weren't used to so much attention, let alone men saying those kinds of words to you, it was evident. You were so innocent that it provoked a rare feeling of tenderness in Feyd-Rautha.

Perhaps it would be the closest thing to an act of consolation you would get from him and it was likely the only time in his life he had ever done that.

Promptly, you managed to make him smile again. “You Atreides are so strange and delicate... but then again, you will soon be Harkonnen, the prettiest na-Baroness, my pretty little wife.”

From his voice, his careful choice of words and the way he was looking at you, you expected him to kiss you right there —perhaps that was what you wanted, amidst all the tumult of emotions that shook your little heart, beating in rumbling noises inside your chest, pumping fiery blood through your veins.

But after a few seconds, he pulled his hands away from your face and backed away from you, taking a few steps back and offering you a look that you managed to perceive as soft rather than harsh. You knew that he was controlling himself well in maintaining a good demeanor, perhaps because his uncle had ordered him to do so; to do his best to make a good impression and not bring shame to the family. And also because he wanted you to have a good image of him, he was a prideful man, he was used to boast of his virtues and his power, and he was above all, protective of his own person and his glory.

He made a short gesture with his head pointing to the open balcony door, his hands clasping together behind his back pragmatically, as if he were presenting himself in front of a superior. “Now come, pretty girl, I'll show you the palace myself. You're future home.”

You walked towards him, a little smile curving your lips, the first smile on your face during the entire conversation, and he admired it in all it's glory.

“You don't have to be all stiff when you're with me, Feyd.” You eyed his posture with light eyes as you passed him and made your way inside the guest room with graceful steps, him following close behind.

He wasn't very fond of being addressed by name directly, of having his name used so freely, but the way you pronounced his name made him so utterly proud to be called that, he suddenly was wishing you would just call him that, in that tone of voice, tongue savoring his name as if it were the most delightful thing to say.

You turned to look at him for a few seconds, your tone of voice becoming reassuring, something he wasn't quite used to, yet he heard and savored it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world.

“If you can see me cry, then I can see you relaxed. It is only fair, no?”

Feyd-Rautha received your words positively, causing him to deepen his breathing into a snorting chuckle, eyes sparkling with amusement now behind your back.

“I'll try for you.” His response made you smile once more.