#and the bending and the bowing and the posing and the kneeling and and and it leaves a fucking slick and stench and feels disgusting and

[teleomancer]

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#transphobia #transmisogny #that found family as horror post is doing things to me b/c like. the WORST early non-family influences in my life had one Bit in common #they have to make you sure that you know that nobody else would be treating you This Good when it's literally just breadcrumbs #so easy to latch onto autistic transfems EXCUSE ME uh Poorly Socialized Loners and give them a shred of personal decency for once and..! #lucy pulls the football every time. you're here because you have nowhere else to go. you're here because nobody else would give you this #allostatic load your friends and loved helicopters fucks sake #it's fucking evil how easy it is for people who don't respect others to spot tools and dolls they can bend & pose into the shapes they want #and the bending and the bowing and the posing and the kneeling and and and it leaves a fucking slick and stench and feels disgusting and #it kills is what it does

[nyxinkless]

Something gained︱neteyam x avatar!reader

Summary: your life was mostly care free, up until the moment you stumbled upon 2 navi boys while practicing archery in the forest. your father was exiled from the Ash clan. ( idk the official name ) and you guys have been living among the trees up until your father went missing 3 months ago.

Pairings: neteyam x y/n

Word count: 8k

Warnings/Notes: Fluff, a bit of angst, mentions of Weed.

masterlist - I'm accepting requests!!!

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lists and routines are very important. well, to you it is. the disappearance of your father was so traumatizing. you felt like you lost control of your life. you loved your father with your whole heart. and he was just ripped away from you. he promised he would return right before eclipse. that was 7 years ago, you were only 12.

in those 7 years being alone routines had you at peace. it kept you busy and away from your sad thoughts.

Wake up, bathe, eat, clean, practice your archery skills, hunt, bathe again, and finally sleep. And then the next day you repeat, again and again, and again.

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Catching up to the present day, you were in the middle of nocking your arrow, you get in your formal stance, feeling the grass beneath your feet. slowly closing your eyes and feeling your breath. your chest slowly going up, and then down. twisting your torso to the left and in shot of your target, you set up on a tree. you open your eyes looking at your target. you breathe in one last time. in through your nose. and when you were about to let your breath out you heard voices. familiar voices. you quickly run to the nearest bush ducking down, setting your bow on the floor, and peeking through the leaves. The smell of the leaves catches you off guard, but you stay focused. You see 2 Navi men walking to where you were.

From a young age, you would always spy on them when they came close to where you were. the first time seeing them you almost shot one of them until they posed no threat. so, you only viewed them from afar.

still peeking through the bushes, you see them standing there just talking. nothing interesting as always. you were too close to them to be able to just leave without making noise. so, you had to stay until they decide to leave.

Many minutes go by, and you have been in the same position. kneeling down with your knee up and your elbow resting on it, your hand holding up your face. "Can they shut the fuck up already and leave, damn." you say under your breath while rolling your eyes. suddenly you see them walking towards you, putting your hands on the floor and getting ready to bolt. "Did they hear me!?" you think to yourself. Running out of time you make the split-second decision to make a run for it. completely forgetting about your bow and arrow.

Running fast you completely forget about the slick ground from the rain from the night before. you feel yourself slip and you wrap your hands around a nearby tree catching onto the bark you pull yourself up and swiftly hide behind it.

they two men take a step back quickly seeing a Navi running away into the clearing. They pause, one of them pulling out their knife and getting ready to chase it. "Loak!" Neteyam says pushing his brother back from going after it. Loak looks at his brother in disappointment and puts his knife back. "It's gone, let's just get the weed and go". "Fine," Loak says, bending down and cutting the plant at the base. he puts it in the bag Neteyam brought. Loak looks past the bag and sees a bow and arrow lying on the ground. neteyam looking around not paying attention feels Loak pat his stomach with the back of his hand signaling his attention. Neteyams eyes immediately lands on bow, "what the fuck?" Neteyam says confused. "Bro let's just get outta here." Loak says getting up.

Holding the bag in one hand and pulling at Neteyams arm with the other. They both start walking away. suddenly Neteyam catches a glimpse of a target stuck to a tree. He pulls away from loaks hand making Loak look back at his brother, Neteyam looks at the target and back at the bow and runs over to the bow to grab it. He looks up at the clearing and sees someone looking at him from behind a tree. he straightens his posture with the bow still in hand. "bro lets go, what are you doing?" Loak says annoyed. All neteyam could do was look back at the unknown Navi.

You turn around hiding behind the tree hoping by the time you look again he will be gone. punishing yourself for being seen. you slide your back down the tree and onto your butt pulling your legs to your chest.

"Alright, I'm coming geez". Neteyam says back to his brother finally leaving.

you take that as your opportunity to peek your head out to make sure they're gone. seeing nobody there you run over to where your bow was hoping he was kind enough to leave it. there was nothing there, you start getting angry. angry at yourself for leaving it, and angry at that man for taking it. " How dare he!?" you say growling. you storm back to your home, completely ditching your routines and just went to sleep.

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you woke up to the sound of rain hitting the roof of Your hut hidden under some moss and grass disguised as normal land. you can't tell what time of day it is, but you don't care, you actually enjoy the rain. you step outside your hut, and you fully wake up by the rain hitting you face. you decide to go back to your training area where you lost your bow to see if they left any tracks that you could possibly follow. usually, naps help you calm down, but you were feureus. your father helped you craft that bow and you needed to get it back.

it turns out Neteyam had the same idea. he wanted to see if you would come back so he could give you your bow back. you got there before him and made your way to the trail he took to get there before. you went on your knees looking for footprints. neteyam sees you doing this while hiding behind a tree.

you could feel a presence. you didn't know who was there, but you knew someone was. you mustered up the courage to yell out, "whomever is here come out now! or I'll have to find you myself."

Neteyam slowly emerges from the side of a tree as you quickly get up and take a step back surprised to see him. "Hello, I'm not Gunna hurt you, I just-" before he could finish, you jump on him knocking him off his feet, your hands pinning his arms down and your legs spread over his chest. "Why did you take my bow!? give it back or I'll take it from you myself!" you yell will a low hiss. " I'm sorry I took it! I just needed an excuse to come back." he says looking into your eyes. "why did you need to come back here?! you took your smelly plant already." you say while getting off him and quickly taking out your knife and putting it on his throat."

"I've never seen a Navi like you before, and I was curious to know you, I'm sorry I took your bow I really am, it's behind the tree I was hiding behind."

you slowly get up and run to the tree, while the Navi man is looking at you and starting to stand up. "You might be little but you sure are strong" neteyam says while chuckling. he rubs his throat to feel if you cut him. with your bow in hand, you walk slowly in front of him while examining the way he looks.

"My name is Neteyam uhm sooo what's your name?" neteyam says nervously as he watches you trace his body with your eyes. You finally meet his eyes, and you turn around walking away. "hey?! come back" he yells walking after you. walking deeper into the woods, " ive never seen anyone like you before, what clan are you from?" he questions. you come to a halt as soon as he asked that question, him almost bumping into you he realizes you stopped. you turn around looking up at him. "Go now." you say while putting your hand to his chest pushing him. your about to turn around when he stops you from doing that with his hand touching your shoulder. "Why are you out here all alone?" he says tilting his head. hearing that made your prospective different. your face goes down and he notices the change in your mood. " Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you, I just wondered."

he says as you come crashing into him, hugging him. he hugged you right back instantly. you hadn't realized how much you needed a hug until now. and in some way, he kind of new it. more like felt it.

the rain turned into a light drizzle, you could bearly feel the rain now. realizing that you're hugging a total stranger you pull away. he pulls back too just smiling at you. with some tears in your eyes, you wipe them " you can call me Y/n." you say while embarrassed looking down at your feet. neteyam pulls your face up gently with his hand on your chin. "Hugs are important you know; everyone needs them from time to time." he says looking into your eyes. you pull away embarrassed and nervously laughing. "Yea well not me, I'm good hugging myself."

you turn around but just before walking away, "you should go back to your home, this part of the woods isn't a good place to be at night." you mention before walking in the direction to your hut.

neteyam nods and looks at the ground. "Well ill definitely be seeing you again, you're very interesting". he says while laughing a bit. you turn around surprised "what?" you say.

"Oh, yea you just made yourself a new friend. I'm an amazing friend you will love having me around. " He says with a smirk on his face. before you could protest, he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles while looking into your stunned eyes. "Also, that little fight we had wasn't fair, I let you tackle me. we definitely need a re match."

your mouth slightly open amazed at how CRAZY this man is. He turns around walking back to his village and yells out "see you tomorrow Y/n!"

"I made a friend.." you softly spoke while smiling to yourself.

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Authors note: AHHHH my first ever storyy hope who ever reads this all the way through like ittt. Also lmk if i should make a P2??

Xoxo - inkless

#avatar the way of water #neteyam fluff #x yn #fluff #angst with a happy ending #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader

[kindnessinmonsters]

what does having faith mean in a decentralized religion?

i was raised in a very high demand form of christianity. i had to relearn what 'having faith' even means.

i was raised to believe that having faith meant having blind obedience. kneeling, bowing, scraping, bending my head to a god who, at the end of the day, didn't know me. I was miserable. i obeyed my elders, i believed in their morality, i absorbed their stories and did my best to apply them to my life, and i was an anxious terrified mess of a child with a stick so far up my ass i could taste it in the back of my tongue. i was so scared of screwing up and ending up outcasted into outer darkness that i would have given the christian god everything i had in me.

never mind that my very skin was literally a curse, according to my church. never mind that my heart was capable of love they could never understand. never mind that i couldn't be daughter and wife and mother.

...until i couldn't ignore it any more. i looked the god of my youth and told him to his face that i deserved better than him. i could be more than what he planned for me.

when i left my church, i had to rebuild the ruins of myself from scratch. i had to dig down deep and ask myself what i wanted out of life. who was i without the church?

turns out, i'm a guy that talks to the moon when he can't sleep. turns out, i dream of devils and gods and lightning in the dark. turns out, i can search deep in my history and find gods lurking there.

i invited the gods to sit at the table of my life. i share my stories with them and they share theirs with me. my offerings are given like meals between friends. they proved themselves to me a long time ago, in dreams and in the world, but i think even without that i am a better person for being a pagan. understanding loki especially has made me braver, kinder, and so much more determined to chase what i want in life. i am so much more willing to embrace change (it's still not easy for me, but i put in the work)! would it be the same for you?

there's such a huge emphasis on having the gods prove themselves in pagan circles, and i get it! i did the work to do that too! but maybe the more important question is who are you with them in your life?

who do you want them to be to you?

for me, doubt was never a question of 'is god real' or 'is there a higher power?' i would pose a more relevant question: what would it mean for you if the gods weren't real? or wasn't there?

would you still feel like including them in your life was worth the time and effort and faith? who are you with them? who are you without them?

even if it turned out that none of it was real, even if there's nothing in death but darkness, i would still think it was worth it. i am better for having faith in my life. i can stand in the middle of a storm and call it by its name. i sit in the middle of a crowd of my friends and swap stories with the people i love and gods, those moments are holy.

Religion, spirituality, having faith, it's all living poetry and you are the subject. what themes are you going to explore?

#myth loki #loki #lokean #norse #pagan #heathen #heathenry #norse polytheism #the diaries of an ex mormon #kind speaks #i originally wrote this as the answer to someone else's post #about battling doubt #and as much as i was inspired to write this #i realized i wasn't answering the original question #and probably derailing the conversation #so! new post! #fuck...i almost never shout into the void #but i guess i needed to get this off my chest #... i didn't realize i had so much to say #hmm #it's 2am on a friday night and i'm waxing poetic about gods and men #that's pretty on brand for me tbh

[theminecraftbox]

I have very hard time imaging things and there aren't a lot of references of bowing so can you show some form or diagram of how dream bows or describe it? If you're able too. I just imagine him putting his head downward and linking his hands together and bringing it to his face, y'know?? (Like some form of bowing they have formed in their world and religion to church prime)

/dsmp /rp

I can’t draw poses very well, but I do own a little mannequin :) I picture different possibilities, depending on the context. (I’ve thought about this a Normal amount.)

First of all, I don’t think Dream bows from the waist—that’s more of a courtly/polite/mannerly/elegant gesture than one of submission. All of his bows look awkward, or desperate, or both. They’re not nice to look at. They look stiff and strange and uncomfortable.

I also think he usually keeps his hands carefully away from his face when he bows. This is because Dream often has the impulse to cover his face, and Sam doesn’t like that.

1) Simplest is head only: this style is for when Dream wants to show a gesture of respect but thinks a full-on kneel would be too much. Dream is standing straight, hands either clenched at his sides or held together behind his back. Then his shoulders hunch up and his bows his head down and looks at the floor. Sometimes he might just duck his head a little ways, or sometimes he might touch his chin all the way to his chest and even bend his shoulders forward a little bit.

2) The next step from here would the same gesture, but this time when he bows his head, he also bends his knees a bit. He’s still standing, and he’s not bending very much at the waist, but he’s making himself shorter, his shoulders are bent forward. It’s an awkward in-between position that’s difficult to hold for very long.

Then there’s when he kneels. He either goes to one knee or to both, depending on whether or not he thinks Sam’s going to want him standing up afterward. Once he’s on the ground, he looks up at Sam to gauge his expression and decide what to do next. 3) He stays up on his knee(s) and hunches his head down and shoulders forward, as in the previous cases. (Don’t mind the hair ties, my mannequin’s knees aren’t bendy enough.)

4) He goes all the way to the ground. His hands come forward just a little bit but stay near his knees, he sits back on his heels some, and he presses his face into the floor. (Sadly I can’t manage to get my mannequin to do this one at all, but hopefully you can picture it.)

I picture Dream’s bow to Sam in Quackity’s stream as option 3, on one knee. You can see he crouches (which I read as kneeling in this situation) prior to bowing his head. Dream is trying to be very submissive but also knows he needs to be able to get up and move quickly.

#the bowwwwwww #c!dream and c!sam

[topfindr]

#yoga

[brooklynislandgirl]

Wrath: Something that gets me angry. From miss spice.

Shackled to the Shadow || Accepting It has been some time since Nilza has been an outsider. The Sept Warder has ceased sending any of the packs to harry her, to watch her constantly from the outskirts as she pays visits to the little kinfolk. Still, she holds even less status amongst the Sept than even Beth does. Beth has tried in the past to explain the draconian nature of being part of Garou society, only to get flustered and defensive when questions are posed. Tonight, things are different. It all began when they were woken in the middle of the night by one of the other kinfolk women. Belly swollen with growing life, the woman was dressed in flannel and hand-me-down jeans. Bloody rents that were unmistakable claw marks bled heavily down her back, and her lip was busted, an eye blackened shut. It is one of the few times that Beth allows anyone to see her skills on full display, a staggering amount of raging hubris making her defy the very delicate nature of reality itself. There's no poultices or root-work. No tinctures, salves, bandages. Face a mask of cold ire that is never directed at the woman, Beth draws sigils in the blood already shed. Thereafter flesh begins to knit itself back together. The woman's pallor becomes the flush of youthful life once more and the unimaginable agony is gone in a twinkling. A tall woman appears shortly after, with other mountain women in tow. Beth bows to her deeply, and she gives a grim nod of her head. The women do not concern themselves with Beth or Nilza but instead, once Beth confirms the mother-to-be is healed and the child perfectly unharmed, they drape her in what looks like a bear pelt, the smooth leather side inscribed with sigils. They usher her away. White knuckled and still furious, Beth turns toward her lover. "Do me a favour, please?" she asks through grit teeth. "Put some more wood in the fire, an' set the kettle on? We're gonna have more comp'ny tonight." How she knows this doesn't matter. Not when she goes over to their bed, passing Saph on the way and petting her square grey head to ease the dog's nerves. Kneeling, Beth searches under the bed as far as her body naturally bends, then a little deeper still. If Nilza looks-looks, then she'd notice an unnatural shift of limb. While Beth does not walk as wolf and woman like her cousins do, she does possess a gift for changing her body when needs be. From the far side of the bed, and with what seems like a great effort, she retrieves an object. It is nearly nine feet in length ~another impossibility~ and appears quite heavy. It is slender though, wrapped in layers of oiled cloth and bound in leather with little bone charms attached to the ends. Reverently, Beth carries the unwieldy package to her table and sets it down with an incredible reverence. The wind outside dies down and the shadows of the cabin shrink away, as if they too can sense an aura from the bound cloth. She sits beside it and stares at the door. Her voice seethes in the back of her throat and her words are bitter vitriol.

"We follow the ancient laws as they were given to us, howl-to-tongue an' back again. An' while Becky's man isn't part of this Sept, we took him in as one. I'm not no scholar, heck, I ain't even one of Grandmother's chosen an' even I know he broke them laws t'night. "Respect th' territory of another. Respect them that's lower in station, for all are of Gaia. Do not suffer thy people to tend thy sickness. Ye shall take no action that causes a Caern t' be violated. Now some of th' Elders might not see it that way? But me? I ain't gonna 'bide this." Beth practically shakes with that burning rage now. She nods toward the door for a moment and begins to occupy her hands with the item's unwrapping. "They'll take her by moon-bridge to one of the other Septs. Prolly Moon's Blessin' given it was Akasia that came an' got her, or maybe Mountain Watch cause it's closer, less stressful on Becky an' her pup." When she is done, the item is revealed. A gorgeous oak wood staff ancient as maybe the mountains themselves, polished by the many hands that have held it through the aeons. The nearly six feet of wood is topped with a broad blade that thins to a needle-sharp point of gleaming silver etched with a half-dozen symbols that seem to turn up a lot in these hills, glyphs of power and mysticism, a language all their own, but each one looks like a series of claw-marks. "Now, I ain't gonna be allowed t' take up for her, but John'll be my proxy. An' he'll challenge Becky's man to a duel, but he'll have Cumha Léanmhar t' carry with him." She flicks a dark gaze toward Nilza. "This. This is the reason I speak wi' as much weight as I can."

#southern-belle-outcasts #The Great Unknown|Nilza Valdez #Into the Wyld|Nilza and Beth #Smoke on the Water|Appalachia #Copperhead Road|Tennessee #Sept of the Changing Seasons

[viewofwomen]

Top 12 Powerful Yoga Asanas for Effective Weight Loss

In today's fast-paced world, maintaining a healthy weight can be a challenge. Incorporating yoga into your fitness routine can be a game-changer. Yoga not only enhances flexibility and mental well-being but can also be a powerful tool for weight loss. In this article, we will explore the top 12 yoga asanas that can aid in effective weight loss.

Tadasana (Mountain Pose)

Tadasana, also known as the Mountain Pose, is the foundation of all standing poses in yoga. It promotes body awareness and alignment. Stand with your feet together, arms by your sides, and engage your thigh muscles. Take deep breaths and feel your body elongate. This asana improves posture and strengthens core muscles, making it an excellent starting point for any yoga practice geared towards weight loss.

Trikonasana (Triangle Pose)

Trikonasana, or the Triangle Pose, engages multiple muscle groups. It helps in toning the waistline and stimulating abdominal organs. Start with your feet wide apart, arms parallel to the ground, and reach towards your right foot while keeping your left arm pointed upwards. This asana improves digestion and aids in reducing fat around the waist.

Paschimottanasana (Seated Forward Bend)

The Seated Forward Bend targets the abdomen and stretches the spine. Sit with your legs extended in front of you, inhale, and reach towards your toes. This asana stimulates the digestive system, helping in weight management.

Surya Namaskar (Sun Salutation)

Surya Namaskar is a dynamic series of poses that form a complete workout on its own. It consists of twelve postures performed in a sequence. This routine stimulates the entire body, enhancing metabolism and aiding in weight loss.

Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose)

The Cobra Pose strengthens the spine and abdominal muscles. Lie flat on your stomach, place your hands under your shoulders, and lift your upper body. Hold for a few breaths. This asana improves digestion and helps in reducing belly fat.

Ustrasana (Camel Pose)

Ustrasana, also known as the Camel Pose, is an excellent way to open up the chest and stretch the abdomen. Kneel on the floor with your hands on your hips. Arch your back and reach for your heels. This asana strengthens the back muscles and stimulates the thyroid gland, aiding in weight regulation.

Dhanurasana (Bow Pose)

The Bow Pose involves lying on your stomach and grabbing your ankles, creating a bow-like shape with your body. It stretches the entire front of the body, strengthening the core and stimulating the digestive organs. This asana is particularly effective for toning the abdomen.

Virabhadrasana (Warrior Pose)

The Warrior Pose series consists of three variations. Each pose engages various muscle groups and builds stamina. These poses help in toning the arms, thighs, and abdomen. The strength gained from Warrior Poses aids in overall weight management.

Setu Bandhasana (Bridge Pose)

The Bridge Pose strengthens the legs, opens the chest, and stimulates abdominal organs. Lie on your back, bend your knees, and lift your hips off the ground. This asana is excellent for toning the thighs and buttocks, making it a valuable addition to a weight loss-focused yoga routine.

Navasana (Boat Pose)

The Boat Pose targets the core muscles and improves balance. Sit on the floor, lift your legs, and lean back while balancing on your sit bones. This asana helps in reducing belly fat and strengthening the abdominal muscles.

Marjarasana (Cat-Cow Pose)

The Cat-Cow Pose is a dynamic stretch that engages the core and improves spinal flexibility. It involves transitioning between arching and rounding your back, mimicking the movements of a cat and cow. This asana aids in digestion and promotes a healthy metabolism.

Vrikshasana (Tree Pose)

The Tree Pose focuses on balance and stability. Stand on one leg, place the sole of the other foot against your inner thigh, and bring your hands together at your chest. This asana improves focus and concentration, enhancing overall mindfulness in your weight loss journey.

Conclusion

Incorporating these top 12 powerful yoga asanas into your fitness regimen can be a transformative step towards effective weight loss and overall well-being. Remember, the journey to a healthier you is a gradual process that requires patience and dedication.

Consistency is key when it comes to yoga practice. Aim to integrate these poses into your routine, gradually increasing the duration and intensity as your strength and flexibility improve. Alongside your yoga practice, maintaining a balanced diet and engaging in regular cardiovascular exercise will further enhance your weight loss efforts.

Additionally, it's essential to listen to your body and practice mindfulness during your yoga sessions. Pay attention to your breath, align your movements with intention, and allow yourself to progress at your own pace. Celebrate your achievements, no matter how small they may seem, and be kind to yourself in moments of challenge.

Yoga is not just about physical fitness; it's a holistic approach to harmonizing the mind, body, and spirit. It nurtures self-awareness, reduces stress, and fosters a deeper connection with oneself. This mental clarity and self-compassion will be invaluable on your weight loss journey.

As you embark on this path, remember that every individual's body is unique. What works for one person may not yield the same results for another. Embrace the journey, trust the process, and be open to adapting your practice to suit your individual needs and goals.

Ultimately, the true power of yoga lies in its ability to transform not only your physical body but also your outlook on life. It cultivates a sense of balance, resilience, and inner peace that extends far beyond the confines of the yoga mat.

So, step onto your mat with an open heart and a willingness to explore. Allow the transformative potential of yoga to guide you towards a healthier, happier, and more vibrant you. With dedication and mindful practice, you'll not only witness the positive changes in your body but also experience a profound shift in your overall well-being. Embrace the journey, and let yoga be your steadfast companion on the path to effective and sustainable weight loss.

#Yoga Asanas

[rain-candles-jazz]

whumpcember day 19: electricity tw: body control, humiliation

Feeling returned to her before anything else.  She felt her arms, her legs.  She felt an odd humming feeling in the back of her neck... or was it her head.  Sari sat up straighter from her hunched position in the chair; had she really fallen asleep this way?  She reached behind her head, feeling around for the origin of the strange sound? feeling?  Her fingers touched an odd section of skin that felt numb and raised.

"Hey! Don't mess with that!" came a loud, stern voice.  Before she could even register the meaning of the sentence, a jolt of what felt like electricity surged out from the base of her skull.  Everything seemed briefly numb, but her arm moved automatically away from her neck.

Sari sat up, her back ramrod straight.  She stared straight ahead to see Itchy, staring back at her with a hint of surprise.

"Oh!"  He clasped his hands in front of himself and smiled wide.  "That counted!  Oh my god I was afraid it wouldn't work on someone with..." he frowned, searching for the word to describe the opposite of Maddie.  "A brain," he decided.  "Cool!  Try something else!"  He put his hands on his thighs, bending down to look at her as though she were a dog doing tricks for his amusement.

Sari was bewildered.  What had just happened?  What was going on?  She pulled her hands up and stared at them.  These... were *her* hands... weren't they?  Wait... she suddenly noticed that for the first time since meeting Itchy, she was unbound... unrestrained!

She balled her hands into tight fists and clenched her teeth, glaring back up at Itchy with murderous intent.  Pushing herself from the chair with such force that it fell clattering backward, Sari darted forward, reaching for Itchy's scrawny neck.

To her surprise, Itchy smiled just before she froze in her tracks.  The feeling was back: a harsh buzzing that radiated outward from her spine, seeming to make her muscles stop completely.  Just then, she remembered feeling acute pain in that area.  She remembered Itchy tampering with her, digging into her spine.  Recalling this only made her hate Itchy more, and still glowering at him, Sari tried to power through the feeling, wanting more than anything to rip him apart.  She pushed, and the buzzing became pinpricks.  She pushed  harder, and the pinpricks became continuous jolts.

Sari squeezed her eyes shut and silently stood.  Her body was nothing but pain, and yet, she couldn't even seem to fall to the ground.

Itchy laughed and clapped his hands like a child.  "Hahaa!  Wow, you must really wanna hurt me, huh?"  He struck a dramatic thinking pose.  "What now, what now?"  He looked up with another devious smile, and placing a hand on his hips and an outstretched arm's finger pointing downward, he demanded, "Kneel before me!" in a faux commanding voice.

Sari barely consciously registered the command but inwardly scoffed: she would rather die than bow to this heathen.  Before another thought could enter her mind however, the prickling pain in her spine returned, although this time, instead of keeping her prone and in place, her limbs moved.  She felt the movement, she saw it happening.  The feeling was painful if she tried to resist, which she did, but the moment her will backed off - even a little - the feeling subsided by that much.  Knowing this, she resisted as hard as she could.  Regardless and without her consent, her knees bent, her arms folded, and her head bowed.

Itchy laughed again, and Sari stared straight at the floor with a feeling of revulsion and something else... she wasn't familiar with fear.... but she was sure this was what it felt like.

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 day19 #electricity #closet believers #sari #itchy #whump writing

[cityoncall]

6 Yoga Asanas To Help You Burn Your Belly Fat

Although there are many other types of exercise available today, yoga remains the most dependable and efficient way to nourish and tone the body in a holistic way.

Of all the asanas, the ones that serve to tone and flatten your stomach are naturally the most popular. Who wouldn't want a toned stomach that displays their overall health?

The poses listed here are some of the simpler ones, especially for beginners, because every asana in yoga aims to work deeply on the core and the entire body. Along with strengthening the abdomen, these will aid in resolving a number of stomach-related issues like constipation, indigestion, and bloating. With the best yoga trainer you can burn your belly fat.

Here are 6 asanas of yoga to reduce belly fat.

1. Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose)

Your abdominal muscles will get stronger and your lower back will get more relaxed with this position.

How to perform:

Lie on the floor, face down.

Spread your hands on the floor, next to your shoulders.

Stretch your legs back, top of the feet touching the floor, and slowly inhale and lift up your upper body.

Make sure your pubis and toes form a straight line and touch the floor.

Hold this position for 25-30 seconds.

Release and come back to the lying down position on an exhalation.

2. Dhanurasana (Bow pose)

Although it may appear simple, your abs may find this pose to be rather challenging, which is exactly what will help them become stronger.

How to perform:

Lie down on the floor with your face down.

Bend your knees and hold your feet with your hands.

Inhale and lift up both your hands and feet, also raising your thighs and chest at the same time.

Hold this pose for up to 30 seconds, gradually increasing to 90 seconds.

Release with an exhalation.

3. Kumbhakasana (The plank)

The plank stance, unquestionably the most adored and well-known of all the poses, is one of the finest for reducing belly fat and toning your muscles.

How to perform:

Lie face down.

Lift your body up onto straightened arms

Balance on your toes

Face forward or down

Hold for as long as you can, take a break and then repeat a few more times. Try to extend the time in this pose each day.

4. Naukasana (Boat pose)

This is another pose that develops your core and works your side and front tummy muscles admirably.

How to perform:

Lie down on the ground facing the ceiling.

Keep your hands by your side and relax your shoulders. Keep your legs straight.

Now slowly raise your hands and legs together from the ground, hold your belly in and above the ground at all times.

Reach a 45 degree angle till your body is in a V-shape. Hold it for 60 seconds and practice deep breathing.

5. Ustrasana (Camel Pose)

It's a little trickier to strike this pose. Therefore, only do this if you are free from any back problems.

How to perform:

Kneel on the floor with your knees hip width and your thighs straight and perpendicular to the floor.

Rest your hands on the top of your buttocks, fingers pointing downwards and slightly arch your back inwards.

Slowly lean back and touch and then hold your heels with your hands. Straighten the spine but don’t strain your neck.

Hold this pose for up to one minute.

6. Eka Pada Adho Mukha Svanasana (One-Legged Downward-Facing Dog Pose)

You can learn to balance your body and strengthen your abs by doing the downward-facing dog pose.

How to perform:

Get into the downward-facing dog pose.

Straighten one leg and lift it up.

Lower the straightened leg under your abs

Repeat this move for 10 times for each leg, then rest.

7) Vasisthasana (Side Plank Pose)

This plank variation is a little more challenging but just as effective at reducing belly fat.

How to perform:

Perform after the downward-facing dog pose

Shift to your left or right foot

Tilt your body accordingly either to the right or left side

Raise the opposite arm in the air

Hold this pose for 15-30 seconds

Return to the downward-facing dog pose

For optimal results, perform these asanas for a flat tummy in the morning. An important factor in determining the asanas' effectiveness is consistency. If doing all of the poses isn't possible, one can choose to perform 3–4 different poses each time to avoid becoming monotonous. In any case, it is crucial to practice deep breathing throughout your asana sessions and to be consistent and dedicated to your practice. You can find experienced yoga teacher from the best business listing website.

[oikadori]

I was doing yoga the other day and was thinking about how would certain boys react to walking in on their SO doing yoga. Some of the poses can be suggestive or even funny looking. Could you do HC for Bo, Tsukki, and Omi? They are my favorites :) ありがとうございます。

WALKING INTO THEIR S/O DOING YOGA

⇢ includes : bokuto , tsukishima , sakusa

⇢ genre//cw : crack, gn!reader // suggestive , (bokuto stares at your a$$ and sakusa gets kinda h word)

⇢ wc~ 0,7K

a/n : sorry nonnie most of them are suggestive >:) also yoga?! omg so cool i always wanted to try it

reblogs are highly appreciated :3

➔ He gasps the moment he sees you bending on the yoga mat. Your torso and legs are forming an inverse V, and your head is resting between your arms, facing your knees

➔ your yoga pants are doing a wonderful job accentuating the curves of your lower body making bokuto speechless,  it doesn’t matter what he was carrying in his hands at the moment, but it would lay on the floor for a while

➔ He gulps harshly enough to make you aware of his presence, causing you to open your eyes and stare at him. When you finally straighten again and turn to face him his eyes are completely white.

➔ “Oh didn’t notice you were home! Sorry, uhm-they cancelled the class at the park so-” He fanatically shakes his head when you  ask if it there's a problem with you using the leaving room

➔ “You can do yoga here all the time, or in our room or wherever you'd like!!!!" He babbles, golden eyes glimmering as he peeks from time to time to those sinful pants

➔ His nose would scrunch up, and he would harshly bite his lip in an attempt to forget about the uncomfortable tightness of his shorts. When you finally return to the mat, you would feel large palms on your hips, caging you Let me just say that your yoga session is gonna have to wait until he is done with you

➔ Tsuki would stop on his tracks to take a good look at what you’re doing . He quirks his eyebrows as he sees you laying on your tummy, back completely arched as your legs bend so your feet are near your butt

➔ He leans against the door frame as he watches you struggling to keep the posture, enjoying of the fragile stability of the bow your body is outlining . His gaze upon you is so intense that you inevitably turn your face to find a sneaky smirk lingering on his lips

➔ He moves towards you, kneeling as he presses a hand on your lower back, whispering a bored “you are doing it wrong” as he pushes your bended knees a little up so your feet are now touching your butt

➔ “if you wanted to touch me, you just had to ask, kei” You say smugly but when his hand moves next to your ribcage lifting it up and  keeping it in place, your breath hitches in your throat “I just can’t stand watching people doing things wrong”

➔ He would hold you like these until you can balance yourself alone, wearing a smug face the whole time. finally, he traces a finger down your spine before standing up and walking away, glancing one last time at you… just to check your posture of course

➔ Sakusa would squint his eyes as he sees you using all the space in the living room for your activities

➔ But honestly he would be much more confused by the position you’re in, it looks like you were about to make a lunge but stopped halfway and just decided to lift your arms to the ceiling

➔ “What are you doing?” When you turn to face him, you find a glimpse of red under his mask, causing a small smirk on your lips.

➔ “yoga?” He nods but doesn't move, so you just continue with your session, increasing the difficulty of the postures and showing off your flexibility Sakusa usually wouldn’t give into dirty thoughts but you are making it really hard for him, using those tight leggings and literally folding like if you were made of plastic

➔ So, he’d try to ignore you by washing the dishes. The only problem is you are right in the middle of his field of visionSakusa would sigh, defeated, before he moves towards you. He taps your shoulder making you jolt, red still painting his cheeks through the mask as he speaks

➔ “I want to try a few things when you are done”He simply walks into the bedroom, leaving the door open for you as you watch the whole scene dumfounded .The rest of your yoga session ends rather quickly since you skipped at least 5 exercises so you could rush to your bedroom

#hqradiostation #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro #tsukishima x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #tsukishima kei #bokuto x you #tsukishima x you #sakusa x you #hq headcanons

[fishstyx]

“put the maid outfit on.”

featuring. sub!nagito komaeda x fem!reader

wc. 2.2k

genre. smut

tw. nsfw, penetration (pegging), orgasm denial/edging, praise kink, mild (mild!) toxic masculinity

synopsis. peg nagito 2021 + everyone’s favorite e-boy trend.

“You really think I look good in this..?” 

Your jaw slackens as Nagito materializes in the doorway, fingers fiddling with the hem of his skirt. His shoulders hunch over and his legs bend at the knee, but if he’s trying to make himself smaller, it does little to obscure your view. The costume fits him so well, corset detailing and silk satin bows lining his midriff, white ruffle trim splayed out against his wrists and thighs. Flouncy frills flare from his shoulders, jet puffed sleeves rounding out his sharper edges and broader sides. A pink flush creeps across his cheeks when you fail to respond, teeth locking his bottom lip in place like he’s trying to keep himself from saying anything more.

“I think you look great in it!” 

You clasp your hands together in an attempt to ward off your trance and he cracks a smile in spite of himself, relief washing over his features—but your next words have him standing stick straight. “It makes me feel like I should dress you up more often.” 

Suddenly his brows are threaded with vexation, Mary Janes clacking across the floorboards as he makes his way towards you.

“Please don’t joke about that. Even I take some pride in my manhood,” he pouts, somewhat unconvincingly. “But as long as you’re holding to your end of the deal—“

“And whatever deal could you be talking about?” you ask ever so sweetly, lashes batting away all too knowingly. He stiffens at your feigned ignorance, legs knocking together when you tilt your head pointedly. 

“...You know what deal.” 

Nagito averts his gaze, though unable to escape your own, hands clutching at the lacy material as he sucks in a sharp breath. “The deal we made… where I put this outfit on…” You wait patiently, silent stare urging him to finish the sentence.  “...and you pound my unworthy hole into oblivion.”

“Oh? And what exactly am I going to pound you with?”

However fake your play-pretend innocence, the curiosity in your eyes is very much real, blazing with the vehement desire to hear him say it aloud. The remaining shred of his so-called dignity is slashed to pieces, the hopefulness in your voice too compelling to defy.

“My favorite toy. Please, mess me up with it.” Nagito eyes you nervously, expecting rejection or derision or snide, heart fluttering when he gets only an warm smile in return. “The dildo that I can’t live without. I want it—I need it so bad it hurts,” he continues in a near whisper, but it’s good enough for you. You pull him in immediately, your chin nestling itself in the crook of his neck as your lips come to rest at the shell of his ear.

“Such a good boy, using your words so properly.” He shudders against you as you trace the fabric where it lies snug against his waist, mesmerized by the words of encouragement that spill from your lips. 

“I’m gonna make you see stars.”

Nagito practically bursts with anticipation as you snake your fingers up his skirt, unmoving from the spot where you pushed him onto the bed. With bated breath he lets you kiss up his inner thighs—lets you because normally he wants to do all the work, wants to be your little joyride fuck toy, wants you squirming under his touch. It’s all he can do just to watch, cock already twitching from how good it feels, how utterly starved he’s been of hands besides his own between his legs.

You push at his thighs, pressing them far apart for easy access, chaste kisses becoming damp squeezes as you traverse up the length. A silent smirk tugs at your lips as he throws his head back, the tent beneath his apron growing taller by the second. You palm it instinctively, rubbing circles through the fabric and inviting blood to his sensitive member.

But it’s more of a distraction than anything else, your other hand uncapping the bottle of lube with skill, lathering itself up with ease. Nagito pays it no mind, instead drinking in how you fondle him with eerie similarity to the most despicable of his favorite fantasies. So when a lone finger begins to circle at his entrance, he reels with an unexpected jolt, back arched like a cat. You waste no time in sinking a digit inside, sinful groans following one after another.

And then you’re pumping him with two fingers, swirling them in tandem and scissoring them apart a knuckle deep, then another. He’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting the maddening urge to move on his own, to just take the reins and ram you inside of him. He’s already coursing with the need for something more substantial, and it’s obvious that he’s ready to take additional girth.

“Used to me already?” you ask, more statement than question. Nagito hesitates before nodding, sheepishness written into the slow bob of his head. “You’ve been playing with this lonely hole behind my back, haven’t you?” But he can’t bring himself to confirm or deny it, the way he peers back at you answer enough.

You reach for the harness in turn, untangling the heaps of straps right before him, his dildo of choice following soon after. You snap the towering thing into place with a satisfying click, swaying your hips as you guide the thigh straps to their final resting place. The fit is snug, belt of the strap just about digging into your flesh—but not quite—and you turn your back to add the finishing touches.

You’re dripping with lube when you face him again, glossy slick accentuating every vein, every bulge that graces your makeshift cock. You chuckle at the way his legs are spread already, the way he’s waiting on you with a look that says take me now, hold me down and fuck me silly.

But he’s ahead of himself as usual, and it’s inevitable that he chokes back a whimper when you disappear inside of him. He gives the prospect of pain no heed, silently pleading for you to move, and you click your tongue in distaste.

“Breathe,” you command, waiting for him to loosen. Green eyes shift expectantly from the strap-on to your own, an exasperated whine starting to form at his lips, but he knows his place and does as you say.

Nagito complies with the rise and fall of his chest, evidenced by the soft sway of a centerpiece bow. His muscles begin to relax even as you’re splitting him in two, and you angle your hips up in preparation. The tip of your silicone cock has barely brushed against his sensitive gland, yet it already has him quivering, hungry for more.

It’s in the middle of a deep breath when you finally deem him ready, doubling back before bucking into that same spot that has his jaw dropping and his eyes squeezing shut. A shaky exhale stutters from his wide-open mouth and he melts into a panting mess as you find your pace.

“Good boy. Such a good boy, making all that noise for me,” you repeat, chant-like words a melody to his ears.

“Y-you really think so?” he struggles to get out, little mewls escaping him even as he speaks. “Even when I’m… being so… selfish?”

“Shh, don’t say things like that. I feel it too, baby boy,” you’re quick to say—and you’re not lying, far from it in fact. The hilt of the dildo rocks against your clit each time your hips meet, the pulsating pressure tempting you to plunge even deeper. And with the face that he’s making, all reddened cheeks and parted lips, how could you not?

You’re snapping into him now, reveling in the challenge posed by the sheer length of his choice toy. It’s hard work with the way he clamps around you, but the tingle it shoots up your spine and the squelch it sends to your ears are well worth the effort. The marvelous stretch draws a throaty “f-fuuuuck” out of him, the god-sent sensation making him throb all the more.

But with every plunge you take, you’re met with the bounce of his pretty pink cockhead, a rebounding reminder of what you’ve left unattended. His neglected shaft looms in stark contrast to his black and white garb, breath hitching when you finally decide to wrap around it. Your movements are painfully slow to begin with, building up the pressure before picking up in speed, and he keens his dissatisfaction until you’re jerking him off to the same brutal rhythm of your rolling hips.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” he cries, locks of hair cascading past his pleated headband as you press into a spot so sweet he thinks he just might come undone; but you have other plans in mind. Your movements slow before coming to a lurching halt, the absence of stimulation quick to dampen the mood.

“Good boys cum when they’re told to,” you say, but the explanation does little to appease him. A look of disappointment leaps to his face, his lips pursed in dismay—or perhaps it’s betrayal.

He looks so disheveled like this, staring at your open palm like maybe his wordless begging can coax you back into stroking him. Hazy eyes glaze over, tufts of hair spilling every which way as he sits himself up, but you aren’t done with him yet.

It’s simple to redirect his movement, his weak limbs no match for your own as you turn him over so he’s kneeling on the bed. He tries to look back but you push him down by the neck, hiking his skirt up as you position yourself behind him. His ass is raised in the air without so much as being told, and you align with his fluttering hole before breaking him in again.

You were right to make him wait; he’s shaking in excitement now, tense with amplified arousal as his knees buckle underneath you. Bottoming out is so much easier like this, your pistons devoured whole and spat back out with each and every thrust. You draw back slowly only to bury yourself once more, repeating the motion until his moaning runs incoherent, completely wracked with shivering pleasure. You can’t tell if he’s humping the mattress, grinding against you, or both, but he’s reaching his climax again and the both of you know it.

“Can I finish now? Pretty please?” Nagito asks, so strained and so breathily that you nearly miss it. “Please, it hurts so good, please please please, I’m head over heels for your cock!”

The thought of stopping again is too cruel for you to give even a moment’s consideration, so you pin his wrist against his back and collect a fistful of hair in your hand before leaning in to award him with the magic words:

“Go ahead, then. Cum for me.”

You slam into him as he rides through the peak of his bliss, squirming in wretched ecstasy as he collapses under his own weight. You can only imagine what kind of expression he’s making with his head face-first in the bedsheets, the kinds of shapes his mouth is forming when you pull his hair back like this. Violent spasms render Nagito otherwise immobile, unable to move of his own accord. He’s going completely slack, quivers shorting until you wonder if he passed out from the aftershock.

It comes as a surprise when you notice him barely holding on, eyelids threatening to shut close when you pull him into your arms. He looks like a cheap whore in that kitschy uniform of his, thick white cum smeared all over the black fabric. Beads of drool streak his chin but he’s too fucked-out to notice, let alone care.

“You did so well for me,” you whisper as Nagito nuzzles into your chest, drowsy and spent. I don’t deserve this at all, he thinks, a dull echo reverberating in the back of his mind.

“I’m so proud of you,” you coo as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. Proud of what? My greediness? My utter uselessness?

But he’s too exhausted to fight your praises, self-doubt dwindling away to nothing as you hum your approval. He snuggles against your palm without even realizing it, subconscious of his mind chasing after contact with your bare skin. In his docile state, you can’t help but to hold him close, intimate proximity sating the needs of which he’s too adamant to admit aloud.

But all good things must come to an end, and eventually, your adrenaline dies down, too. You feel as though you’re a husk of yourself, curling up beside him and letting the fatigue tide you over. As much as you’d love to watch your symbol of hope fall asleep, your eyelids feel so, so heavy now, and you expend the last of your energy on little kitten kisses that trail up his temple and dot down his nose. Your collective consciousness fades away until all that’s left is the syncing of your breath, a singular flow of air where you lay wrapped around one another.

He’ll never admit just how good it felt to be pampered this way, but you’ll never regret taking care of him.

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[meltwonu]

16. “Make me.”

17. “Stop teasing me so much..”

21. “First one to make a noise loses.”

notes; yoga-instructor!joshua, dom!joshua, but also very playful joshua, dirty talk, a litttttle bit of degradation, mentions of shibari, but lots of teasing! THE THIRD INSTALLMENT OF THIS WELLNESS!AU LOLOL i think we’ll just go with that one for now 🤣, kinda thought it’d be cool to, like, vote on the drabble aus but i think part of the unknown of what cycle next is absolutely deranged and psychotic and keeps everyone on their toes so i’ll let it be a surprise each time ☠️ LMAO KSFHDJH like can u imagine one day it's just chess!au LOOOL DJKSHKH 🤣☠️💕 Altho wonwoo in a chess!au... 🤔 ANYWAY, as always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Bye everyone, I’ll see you next week!”

Joshua smiles at the group of girls leaving the studio with their yoga mats, eyes forming crescents as he nods them out the door.

You stay on your own yoga mat - cheeks warm and body buzzing from your workout as you wait for your private session, one that you’d paid an extra $150 for, to begin.

This better be worth it, you think to yourself; biting your bottom lip at how embarrassingly desperate you’d been for your yoga instructor’s extra time.

It’d been an awkward fumbling of words when you’d asked Joshua if he offered private lessons and the angelic smile on his face had you wondering if the male knew your true intentions from the beginning.

Not that he’d said anything other than a friendly ‘sure!’

Once the room is emptied and it’s only the two of you left, Joshua clasps his hands together as he walks to the door to the studio and locks it.

“Um--”

“It’s a private session, right? I wouldn’t want anyone to get the same workout for free!”

Joshua’s hands on your waist make you want to drool - eyes clamped shut as he kneels behind you.

“Your body is so tense, you really need to relax,” he mutters, “You were fine earlier? I don’t know why you’re so stiff all of a sudden!”

His laugh is enough for your stomach to do somersaults and you find yourself letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“S-sorry, I--I’m just…” Trailing off, you hope he doesn’t realize how much warmer you’d gotten under his touch but his fingertips that only dig into your waist a little more don’t do much to calm you at all.

“You’re just… what, exactly?” His voice drops an octave as you shiver; unintentionally making him take his hands off of you as he scoots away from your body.

“You’re one of my favorite students, y’know. Always so willing and eager to learn but I feel like you’ve been slacking lately.” There’s a sigh on his lips as he gets up - moving to stand in front of you as you peer up at him.

“I moved you to the front of the class so I could keep an eye on you this week. I feel like you’ve been so distracted?” Joshua tilts his head at you; lips in a pout.

“Why don’t you get into a bow pose for me.”

You nod nervously before you move to readjust on your yoga mat; brows furrowed as you relax your body and get into position.

Laying on your stomach, you exhale deeply before bending your lower legs back and reaching for your feet. You start to lift your body off of the mat as Joshua watches with a focused stare - a quiet hum on his lips.

“Ah, you’d look so pretty all tied up for me.”

You feel yourself falter for a second, eyes threatening to bulge out of your head when Joshua kneels in front of you this time.

“I think you’d quite like shibari actually.”

“H-huh…?” You can’t deny the rush of wetness that pools in your panties as you only hold onto your ankles tighter - shy eyes trying to avoid Joshua’s at all costs when you feel frozen under his piercing gaze.

He smiles at your flustered appearance; fingertips tilting up your chin. “You’re very flexible and you can hold this pose so well. Every time I ask you to get into this position, your body always looks so pretty like this... Just a few ropes to get you into a hogtie position and you’d be all mine to play with.”

Holy fuck.

“That’s what you paid the extra $150 for, right, doll?”

“...ngh... J--Joshua…”

He only laughs in return; eating up the way you give into him so easily.

“You’re so predictable. It was really cute watching you try to hide your real intentions.” He pushes your legs further apart, licking his lips as he takes in your soaked folds and shy demeanor. “Always too focused on me when you should’ve been more focused on your form, doll.”

Joshua uses a free hand to wrap around his cock; smearing the precum down his shft as he moans.

“I moved you to the front so I could keep an eye on you,” he smirks, “God, you were so fuckin’ wet last session we had. Soaked right through those pretty pastel blue yoga pants of yours.”

“S-shut up…” Whining, you cover your shy face with your hands as Joshua lets his cock glide through your wetness.

“Make me. Hah, you know I’m right.” He teases your entrance with the head of his cock - grinning when you squirm underneath him. “Wanna share with me what you were thinkin’ about then, hmm? Must’ve been good if you were that wet.”

He sinks the head of his cock into your pussy, stopping there and waiting for you to speak up.

“S-stop teasing me so much…” You mutter.

“Not until you tell me what you were thinking of, doll.” You bite your bottom lip, too desperate for him to move to stop there.

“Just, a-ah, fuck! I--I was just thinking a-about you, ah, fucking me in different p-positions…” You let out a small cry when he shifts slightly, walls clamping down onto the head of his cock as you try to get him to do more.

“That’s all? Tsk, thought it would’ve been more considering how wet you were. I don’t think it was that simple, was it?”

“Fuck, okay, okay! I--I was thinking about, ngh, you making me get i-into different positions and, mmh, only fucking me a--a little at a time to edge m-me…” You take a deep breath as Joshua starts to slowly sink his cock into you - finally satisfied with your honesty.

“And?”

“And, fuh--fuck, making me s-so desperate that--that I just fuck myself on your c-cock…”

Joshua grins, eyes twinkling as he sinks the rest of his cock into you until he’s fully bottomed out inside of your wet cunt.

“That’s what I like to hear, doll.”

“Oh, g-god, Joshua!”

You moan out loud into the empty studio; eyes clamping shut and toes curling with how well he fills you up.

“Everything you dreamed about?” You nod feverishly as your bleary eyes peer up at him.

Better than any toy you’d used when you imagined him fucking you against the mirrors.

“God, p-please! Please fuck me!”

He starts a slow pace as he lets you get used to his size - a loud chuckle on his lips when your unabashed moans bounce off the walls of the studio. 

“Let’s play a game, doll.” 

He angles his thrusts to tap your g-spot; loud cries on your lips from how easily he’d been able to make you feel good. 

“G-game?”

“Yeah,” he starts, “First one to make a noise, loses. This is a public studio, y’know? Someone might be in the room next door. They might be able to hear your filthy ‘lil moans.” 

A garbled cry floats past your lips as Joshua pries your legs apart further before pushing them up towards your chest. 

“Mmh, I’m gonna fuck you for the rest of this session. Get you into all those positions you wanted me to fuck you in and edge your pretty body ‘til you can't take it anymore. If you break first... Well, guess we’ll have to see, huh?”

The challenging twinkle in his eyes has your own pupils shaking in fear as you nod nervously. 

“O-okay...” 

His grip on your legs tighten as he slows his thrusts down - a sinister smirk growing on his features at the way your walls clamp down harder onto his cock. 

“So good and obedient for me, doll. Let’s see if you can stay that way, hmm?”

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[author-morgan]

Hi lovely! Would you write some fluff Demios with a pregnant s/o deciding what they will call their baby please? 😊 P.s.: I'm always so hyped up when you post something, you are one of my favorite writer! 😍😘 Don't stop, I'm here to be your fan!😅❤

Here you go, nonny! Hope you enjoy it!

Deimos!Alexios x fem!Reader

HE RETURNS FROM Amphipolis with new scars and a new determination to return to Sparta to see where everything had all begun. You fear for him, for what he will find there and what will become of him. The Cult’s champion was by no means an easy person to love, but you had loved Deimos since childhood after Elpenor found you in the streets of Athens —begging for coin and testing your luck at pickpocketing. You’d never taken to violence the way Deimos and the others had, but no one dared touch you for dread of what Deimos’ retribution would be like.

“Deimos!” You cry, stopping him in his tracks as he departs from the villa to begin his journey back to Lakonia. He meets you halfway, brows furrowed with his tawny-gold eyes studying your odd expression —somewhere between happiness and pain. “Before you go back to Taygetos,” you start, reaching for one of his hands. Drawing in a deep breath, you splay his hand over your stomach. His brows knit together, but you’re unable to decipher the look in his eyes. “I just wanted you to know you’re going to be a father.” The physician, Lykaon, saw you just two days ago, confirming you budding suspicion.

Deimos bites down on his bottom lip, moving his hand from your stomach to cup your cheek. You cannot force him to stay, nor do you want to —he needs to do this for himself. Though now he has even more of a reason to return. Bending down, he brushes his lips against yours, fingers ghosting across your cheek and jaw. He pulls away with the softest of sighs.

“Come back to me,” you tell him, as you always had before he left to do the Cult’s bidding —feeling the dimples and scratches in his gold-and-black cuirass beneath your hand. “Come back to us,” you add softly. Deimos offers a curt nod, bringing the hand on his chest up to his lips. With a short kiss to your palm, he turns back continuing on his journey.

DEIMOS RETURNS WITHIN two moons and you can tell there is something different about him by the way he walks. He greets you with a smile, a warm embrace, and a kiss upon the cheek while he lays his hand against your belly —the first signs of a growing bump beginning to show through your peplos. When you query about what happened in Sparta, he promises to tell you everything later, but for now, you and he will finally have the freedom you’d dreamt about for so long. It does not take long for you to gather what few belongings you have, stashing them away in a small wooden chest before setting off to the harbor of Kirrha. 

The waiting trireme has seen better days and the Amazonian woman standing at the helm bears an eerie resemblance to Deimos. “Alexios,” she greets with a nod before turning her attention to you. He wraps his arm around your waist, introducing you to Kassandra —his sister and commander of the Adrestia. “Welcome aboard,” Kassandra says with a smile, “my brother wouldn’t shut up about you the whole way here.” Deimos had said you were fair as Aphrodite and it is hardly an understatement, especially with a maternal glow on your skin. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, glancing up at him. 

Deimos stands behind you at the bow of the ship, arms around your middle and both hands splayed across your stomach. He dips his head down, pressing his nose into your temple —looking off on the horizon. “Home,” he breathes, lips brushing across your cheek. Home, you think with a smile, your arms have always felt like home. 

HOME IS A three-room mud and brick house just outside the agora of Sparta. Waiting in the doorway is Kassandra and Alexios’ mother, Myrrine. She wears a warm smile, welcoming you into her arms and her home —making a light jest about becoming a grandmother. Deimos scarcely leaves your side in the days and weeks that follow —a pleasant change from the time he had spent away doing the Cult’s bidding. If you had not loved Deimos before, you did now, wholeheartedly. Little-by-little he was burying pieces of the past, finding himself in the weapon Chrysis had tried so adamantly to forge until one day, he says his name is no longer Deimos, but Alexios. It is the start of a good and simple life.  

As time passes, your belly grows larger and you tire more easily after simple tasks —wanting nothing more than to lay back and take the load off your swollen ankles. Though tonight instead of lounging on the feather mattress, you rest comfortably in a pile of pillows on the rooftop under a clear night sky. “Artemis or Athena,” Alexios says, looking back up at the stars. 

A question from Myrrine earlier in the evening about names brought the two of you to the current moment, discussing potential names for your unborn child. You laugh quietly at the proposed names for a daughter. “You know the gods don’t take kindly to having mortals named after them,” you chide, glancing over at him. There’s a smile tugging at his lips. 

Alexios raises a brow, rolling back onto his side. “I have the blood of gods, though,” he refutes, cocksure. You shift, sinking further into the pillow pallet and roll your eyes. He may go by his birthname now, but it had not changed his streak of arrogance. “Astra,” Alexios replies after a moment of silence between you both. A piece of him hopes it is a daughter, though he cannot say why.   

“And if it’s a boy?” You pose, curious to know what he would name a son. 

“Diomedes?” He says, thinking of the Argolian king and Trojan hero who’d made Ares himself bleed. A strong name for son, especially one descended from Leonidas and Alexios. Son or daughter, they are already loved. Alexios reminds them every night —whispering promises to protect them and their mater from anyone or anything. 

HE PACES OUTSIDE, wearing a rut into the earth —worried sick. Kassandra clasps onto Alexios’ shoulder, doing her best to calm her brother’s addled nerves. Childbirth was a woman’s affair and Myrrine and the iatromea had promptly shooed Alexios from the home. He could hear your screams and cries as you labored to bring your child into the world —a feat more dangerous than any he could claim to have done. He waits, as patiently as he can.

The sun dips behind the mountains in the west before his mother comes to the door, smiling despite the blood on her hands. “Alexios,” Myrrine says, motioning for her son to follow, “come meet your daughter.” She draws back an unknotted curtain and he stops, heart beating in his throat. 

Hair clings to your sweat-slicked forehead —pushed aside are bloody rags and red-tinged water. It looks like you had fought a hundred battles in a single day. Swaddled in pale green linen is a red face with small chubby cheeks resting against your breasts. Alexios kneels at your side, smiling despite the tears streaking his face. You reach out, gripping onto his hand and smile, exhausted. He looks down at the babe, hesitant to speak or doing anything that could wake her. But you sit up with a soft groan and hold out Astra, your daughter. 

He’s never held anything so innocent in his life —his are the hands of a killer— but as he looks down at his daughter everything fades and by the gods, he’s never loved anyone so quickly. “Chaire, my little star,” Alexios breathes, stroking her red cheek with his fingertip. A pair of tawny-gold eyes open and meet his own. “Pater’s here,” he whispers, dipping his head down and kissing her small, clammy forehead. 

You smile, knowing he had worried about not being a good father, but his actions prove himself wrong. Alexios lifts his gaze from Astra to you, returning the smile. “She’s perfect,” he says, leaning down to press his lips against yours. Perfect like you, he thinks, still smiling into the kiss. Alexios gives a soft sigh as he lays down next to you, letting Astra rest upon his chest. He threads his fingers through yours, knowing the best chapter of his life had just begun. 

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Needs

Summary- Ransom x You. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, and Ransom sets you straight. Warnings- Dominance, degradation. NSFW

Word Count-2.7 k

Most days your fine, normal, able to laugh, smile, tease your boyfriend, put up with his attitude and general snarkiness in strides. It all worked, you were happy and in love with the bastard. 

But once in a while, you would slip into a place hard to describe. It would start with a moment of distance. Ransom would be venting about something, usually his family. They were the primary source of his frustration although he leaned heavily on Harlans financial support. Then he would pause, his eyes snapping over you as you seemed not there. “Whats wrong with you?” a bit of snark lacing his voice, and you would just smile a bit and come back to focus on him. “Nothing, Im fine. So Walt really said that?” 

He would look doubtful, but wouldnt comment anymore on your strange behavior for the time being. 

And that would be the start of your despair. It would start to consume you till it traveled into your chest, aching, heavy. Your body to would start to loose interest in touches and affection, pulling away when he would reach for you during the night. It was nothing Ransom done, and he would ask you once more “Whats wrong Y/N?” Leaning over you in the dark, but you had no real answer. You could feel him withdraw, leaning to sit up against the headboard, the tension brewing. 

Then the day came you couldnt handle it anymore. Your skin was crawling, and no amount of distractions would help. Your mind buzzed incessantly with nothingness and everything. You needed it to shut the fuck up. When you heard Ransom coming up the steps and the door click, you fell to your knees with a bowed head, waiting for him to enter. Once he did, you head his audible sharp intake of breath. Please fix me, I need you. Silently you plead while not moving an inch. 

Ransom admired you, he knew this was coming. Recognizing that dark little demon that had made its home in you for a lifetime, it matched well with his own. He approached you, his hand gentle at first along your jaw, his thumb brushing over the softness of your cheeks, this little soft hairs near your hairline, going to cling at his hand. But softness is to much, not want you need, and hes well aware. 

The touch swiftly changed, going from caring to bruising as he grabbed your chin, fingers digging right into the fleshy part of your cheeks and tipping your head up so he could study you, and when your eyes met his, he snarled out “Did I tell the whore she could look at me?” Immediately your gaze dropped, his hand went to his pants, snapping open the button and unzipping the fly. Taking himself out, a few pumps around his erection made him stiff. Fingers digging in enough to pop your jaw to open. “Dont you dare loose a single drop slut.” He continued harshly, and you nodded, your words slurred from the grip he still had on you. “May I use my hands Sir?” 

“Hands behind your back, your taking all of it” Ransom let go and fisted his hands in your hair, to hold you in place, the head of his cock slipping around your mouth and the tip of your tongue slides out to trace the head, flicking over his sit to and then he dominated your mouth, choking around him. “See, I knew you didnt need to use your hands, such a good little whore.” You do your best, your hands folding behind you, fingers locking together to keep from pressing them against his thighs to slow his thrusts down. Finally you match his thrusts, your tongue sloppily curling around his length, your cheeks hollowing as you suck on him. Heavy as he slams into the back of your throat, over you his grunts make you squirm, trying your best not to look up to see his expression. 

Soon your gagging, messy between drool and tears brimming from your eyes when he looks down at you, drenching his cock and balls sloppinly when he pulls you closer, the spiral of heat snapping his gut as his cum shot the back of your throat, your eyes rolling up finally as you whimpered, doing your best to take it as he had told you to, brimming on the edge of your lips when he finally pulled from you and tucked himself back away. The tip of your tongue traces your lips to clean up quickly, slouching slightly even though his hand still is twisted roughly in your hair, it stings with a hiss as he jerks you enough to lift you to your feet. 

“Dont forget, I own you little slut. Now get undressed and on the bed now. Do you understand me?” His head tilted as he stared you down, loosening his hold when you again dropped your gaze, Ransom dared you to defy him, but you knew better. “Yes Sir…” 

“Go” he wrenched his hand away, and you were quick to escape to the bedroom while he went off to the kitchen. Tugging away your clothes and putting them into a pile, you folded them carefully and set them on the floor, on your side of the bed and crawled into the center, again taking a similar kneeling pose as before. When Ransom came back into the room, a tumbler of whisky in hand. Seeing you so patient, he was quick to finish it off, setting the tumbler aside on the nightstand “My little whore, so patiently waiting for me after being so good earlier. Its not going to save you though.” He promised as he placed a kiss on your lips, drawing out your tongue and slipping over your teeth, dragging your lips into a bite. 

“Face down in those pillows, ass up high. Spread those thighs till I can see your pussy.” 

You were quick to oblige, hearing him behind you rummaging through his chest drawers. You knew your ass was about to burn, but from what? You didnt have to wait to long when you felt the dip of the bed behind you, a glance over your shoulder showed that he had undressed as well. A sharp sting of his hand against your ass was issued when you looked back, growling out. “I said face down in the pillows.” You should have known better. His fingers traced the red handprint he left, admiring the way your back curved down, and you displayed yourself just for him, his fingers slipping between slickened folds.” Did eating my cock make you this wet, or have you been a needy little slut well before I came home?” spreading your slickness over your folds, around your clit. A slight pinch to your nerves made you yelp into the pillow “Answer me, I know you havent forgotten how to talk” 

“From sucking you off Sir.” You imagined the satisfied smirk behind you playing across his face. Thats when you heard the whir of a vibrator, and he ran it along the back of your thighs, slipping to the inside of them. Ransom was always adding new toys to your collection, but he knew this happened to be a favorite of yours, making you come undone at the seams, but it was a two edged sword. He would bring it so close, making you bite your lip at the anticipation. A frustrated groan would fall from you, and his sharp laughter would come from behind you. “What, little slut cant wait to get what she wants?” 

You knew better then to answer him, he was waiting for it though, letting the vibrator hover close to your aching pussy, but not giving it to you. Your ass sways, and that gets a sharp broad slap of a paddle, pushing you forward into the pillows. Right after that, Ransom slid the vibrator against your core, making the sting burn in all the best ways. The warmth of it traveled up your spine, and you arched further, crushing your chest into the mattress, and your back bending in a sharp curve. The vibes from the toy left you squirming slightly now, dripping mess. Ransoms hand replaced the paddle, digging his fingers into your ass cheek, pushing it up and jerking your hips back against him as you tried to pull away from the overload of sensations the vibrator rattling your core. “Oh no my little Slut, theres no getting away from it.” He leaned over and gave a sharp bite to your cheek.

You start whining into the pillows, fisting your hands into your designer sheets he insisted on having, panting as he upped the speed of the vibrator, your toes locking and legs half lifting off the bed. “Ransom, oh fuck.” Your pushing yourself back against the vibrator to dig into your pussy, harder, your eyes are rolling back in your head and taunt like your about to snap. The tension is hurting your muscles that cant loosen, they are about to break, and he pushed that vibrator up another speed, causing you to crash without permission. Your scream still sharp in the pillows and you try to drag any kind of air into your lungs, but the pillows are suffocating. Ransom turns off the vibrator and tosses it away. 

Leaning over you as your still struggling to lift your head in these seconds, his frame leans over you and he fists his hand back in your hair, lifting your head to hear you drag in a gasp of air finally. “Fuck little whore, you came without permission.” He hissed against your neck, biting at your cheek, and down onto your neck, ripping his hand away for you to drop into the pillows. His hands curved around your hips and jerked them into where he wanted you. You shift to your elbows, or attempt to, but his hand wraps on the back of your neck, shoving you back into the pillows, twisting your head enough so you werent smothered. The thick head of his cock pushed against your entrance. 

it was a hard snap, his thick cock felt like it was splitting you open, and there was no moment to adjust. Quick snaps of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs and ass, the tight hold of his hold on the back of your neck keeping you in place, but jerking you into the mattress beneath you. His feet locked behind your ankles to keep you legs spread and in place. There was no escaping him, driving himself deeper into you, was there anyplace he wasnt? It was as if he was rearranging your insides. 

“Fuck Y/N” the first time since you two started he used your name, his slaps behind you bruising. He released his hold to slid under your chin, snapping your head up, and his fingers filled your mouth, unable to muffle the whines and cries now, his chest burned against your back, his teeth and mouth laying claim to your neck and shoulder, it wasnt kisses, it was inhalation of skin. firm sharp bites digging in, pulling sucking remarks of how good a fuck you were pressed into your ear as he bit your lobe, and all you could do was hold on best you could, your hands ripping into the sheets. Your channel clenching around his cock, but that didnt slow him any, and he ripped another screaming orgasm from you. 

Shaking uncontrolled, you are sure hes ready to end you. But he pulls out and with a grasp to your hips, he whips you onto your back and jerks you down the bed till your perfectly flat. “No Ransom Im done” You claim, and he wraps your legs around your hips, catching the first glimpse you have had of him, his hair is disheveled in a flop over his eyes, and the tops of his cheeks are flushed red, his chest heaving slightly in exertion. He pops his hand against your breast, pulling the nipple with a sharpness that has you arching from it with a cry. “You dont look done to me, your not dripping my cum from that sweet little hole of yours. Were done when I say were done Slut.” 

He was right, you reach to touch him, but his hand catches your wrists and slams them down above your head as he fills you again. “And your sweet pussy is just taking me so well. Going to leave you full of my cum. Cant let you forget who owns you.” Ransom grasped your breast, pulling and twisting till you were arching for more, or to try to break his hold, your not sure. It was a border line or pleasure and pain. He replaced it with his mouth, hot tongue and sharp bites holting you from his mouth with his hard thrusts, your hips rolling to meet him. Your fingers twisted in his hold, and head falling back as all of it, the sensations were becoming an overwhelming mess , and you snapped, coming again, your orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. Screaming his name and he lifted his head from where he was biting and kissing your breasts. Your tears streaming down your face, and there it was, finally. 

Ransom had gotten you were you needed to be, that hard dominating look softened and shifted enough to cup the back of your head, and kissed you deeply, grunting against your lips as he chased his own orgasm, his hips rutting out of sync now and burying himself as he filled you, just as he promised he would. A few unsteady rolls of his hips spread his cum through you, and you just cried at all of it, his arms wrapping around you and rolling enough so that you laid against his chest, rubbing your back deeply and speaking softly as you cried against his neck. “Now thats my good girl, I got you its okay. So good to me, I love how well you took all that.” His hands would brush through your hair and everywhere was gentle touches, caresses bringing you back to him. 

Soft kisses rove over the bite marks he had left of your neck and shoulder. You ache, you can feel how hes still buried in you, but soft now. Everything is about bringing you back down. Finally you lift your face and look up at him. “Can I have a bath?” 

“Of course, let me just go set it up.” He moved you to curl up next to him and he slid from the bed, and into the bathroom. Ransom was alot of things, but these moments, you wouldnt know that he could be a spoiled trust fund brat. Everything was about taking care of you. All the way from drawing a bath, to easing you into the tub, he sat behind you and did things such as wash your back and took his time with your hair, sure to use your favorite washes. He even toweled dried you and brought you back to bed. “Hows take out sound tonight?” 

“Yea that sounds really good” You started to perk up as you sat at the headboard of the bed, and he winked pulling out his phone. He knew your order, and he left the room to make the call. You wait, stretching yourself out, and once he returns, he fell down on the bed next to you, grabbing the remotes, flipping through the channels on the wide screen tv hanging across the room. It was an easy silence between you two when he settled it on a movie you two had seen many times before. Ransom was sitting against the headboard, your head laying on his stomach as you lay crossways across the bed. His fingers trailed slowly through your hair, the tv softly muffled and the only glow in the room. 

After several minutes, he spoke, his voice catching your attention. “Are you feeling better now Y/N?” You twist so that your able to look up at him, laying on your back, still pillowed on his stomach. 

“Yes thank you Ransom” 

“Anytime Sweetheart, you know I love you, but next time tell me before it gets that bad.” 

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#ransom be my mean daddy any day #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale x you #knives out

[ohnojustimagine]

You Should See Me In A Crown

Baron Corbin/Reader; 735 words, smutty-ish

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You've barely made it back to Baron's hotel room after the show tonight before he's kissing you, hands running over your body, every touch a demand for more. "I think you need to be naked right now," he says, mouth on your ear, teeth nipping there. And you couldn't agree more, pulling away from him enough that you can strip off your clothes, dragging your tank top up over your head, tossing your jeans aside carelessly. You've just stepped out of your panties when suddenly you see Baron's entrance gear, sitting on top of one of his bags; the cape and the crown and the scepter, and all at once you stop.

"Or," you say, picking up the cape, holding it in front of you, "I could be wearing this?"

And Baron doesn't say anything, but he gives you a sly, dirty-looking smirk of approval, sitting down on the end of the bed, his legs wide, black jeans tight over his thighs.

So you sweep the cape around behind you, pulling it on. It's long and heavy, the hem of it touching the floor, the fur lining soft on your tingling skin as you fasten the chain across the front, letting it drape across your chest, above your breasts.

The cape sits back on your shoulders, framed around your body but open enough that it covers absolutely nothing.

You reach for the crown, raising it onto your head, and of course it's too big for you, so you have to angle it slightly, resting it across your forehead. And the way it feels, the weight of it... it's not at all what you expected, giving you a feeling that's a little more more formal and a lot less playful than you intended when you put it on.

You pose with the scepter laid across your arms, and Baron smiles at you.

"Do I look like a queen?" you ask.

"You look like my queen," he tells you, and you raise the scepter to your mouth, licking slowly up the length of it.

Baron leans back, his eyes focused on you, darkly intent, watching as you tongue at the small spikes that decorate the head of the scepter, delicately sucking on the sphere at the tip.

But then you stop, staring back at him, waiting.

"You know," he says, after a minute, "even a queen has to submit to the King."

"Really?" you reply, a haughty tone creeping into your voice.

"Oh yeah," he tells you, "that's how it goes. It's a hierarchy, and the King has ultimate authority."

"Ultimate power," you say.

He nods. "Exactly."

"But right now," you say, "I'm the one wearing the crown."

"But you'll still kneel before the King, won't you?" He laughs, easy and assured. "Just like everyone else."

You gaze down at him. "I don't think you understand power, your majesty, if you think being on your knees is a position of weakness." You point the scepter at him, touching it to the middle of his chest, and then drag it downwards, slowly, until it's resting just above the buckle of his belt. He doesn't move, and you look at him. "Great power can be wielded on one's knees," you say.

"Maybe you should show me," he replies, a challenge in the words, and so you set the scepter down, bending to kneel before him. The fur of the cape rustles across your skin, and though you might shiver, you don't lose focus, running your hands up his thighs, leaning to kiss the hardening outline of his cock through his jeans. You hear him inhale a rush of breath as you mouth at it, wet, black denim darkening with your saliva, and you look up at him.

"See," you say, "I think I could make you do anything right now."

And this time there's a rasp in his voice as he speaks, asking, "What would you make me do?"

You frown, tilting your head one side slightly, as if you're considering the question, and then smile. "I'd make you shut your royal mouth and let me suck you until you come right down my throat."

"That's..." he stutters, visibly undone, and it's not often you see Baron lost for words. "Yeah," he finally says. "I could do that."

And you bow your head, your hands on the buckle of his belt. "A Queen," you murmur, "knows how to please her King."

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[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Eighty-One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry woke up by himself the next morning. He had to remember where he was, and that he couldn’t just go down the stairs in his boxers. Well he probably could, but he didn’t wanna hear the girls hooting and hollering. He throws a graphic T and workout shorts on. When he opens the door he smells eggs, bacon, and toast..and hears a lot of giggling. It was only 8:30, how fucking early did they get up. He sees Niall in the hallway.

“How fuckin’ early did they get up?”

“Sarah got out of bed at 3AM, I think they watched a movie downstairs.”

“I didn’t even hear Y/N get up…”

The boys go downstairs. There were mimosas in flutes ready to go, and a ton of food. You smile at Harry. You had a long t-shirt on and some spandex shorts. You grab a mimosa and hand it to him.

“Morning! I made you some vegan sausages and there’s toast too. Here, mimosas are perfect for hangovers, oh! I made hashbrowns too.”

“Uh, thanks sweetie.” He takes a sip. “I didn’t hear you get up last night.”

“Yeah, I passed out for a few hours and then I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so I went downstairs, and Sarah was already down there and then Rachel came down so we just hung out and then we went to the store the second it opened.”

Harry and Niall make plates. Mariah was already sitting at the table, sipping on some coffee.

“Did you go to the store with them?” Harry asks.

“No, I woke up just as confused as you did. I came down to make coffee and they come rushing in with so much fucking food.”

You and the girls sit down.

“So, we’re doin’ the beach today?” Niall asks.

“Yup! And we already packed up all our lunches and everything else we could need. Just need to change into swimsuits.” Sarah says.

“How…how are you all functioning?”

“Three words.” Rachel says. “Boot and rally.” Harry looks at you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You got sick?”

“No…well, only once, but I was fine after. I actually felt a lot better after. Drank a bunch of water.”

“How did we not hear you all pukin’?” Niall asks.

“Can we not talk about puke, please?” Mariah asks.

You all laugh and continue eating. You leave the boys to clean up since you all cooked. You were just picking your bathing suit out when Harry comes into the room. He comes up from behind you to hug you.

“I didn’t get to return the favor last night.” He whispers in your ear and you smile. You turn around to face him. “That was also one hell of a blow job.”

“Oh, yeah? You liked that?”

“Loved it.” He kisses you. Just as he’s about to take your shirt off you hear Rachel scream from down the hall.

“What the….” You run to the door and open in it. You see Rachel on the floor laughing and you run to her. “What happened?!” You look to where she’s pointing and start laughing too. Harry runs down the hall and looks at Mariah, then into Sarah and Niall’s room.

“I’ve never seen a whiter ass in my life! You better make sure he puts some sunscreen on!” Rachel laughs harder.

“Now who were you saying couldn’t keep their hands off each other? All the doors lock you idiot!”

“Stop it! Can you all please, just stop!” Sarah had tugged her robe on, and Niall was wrapped in a blanket, also laughing. “What were you even doing just walking into our room?!”

“You have my cover up!”

“You could have knocked!”

“Oi! Let’s move on, clearly they wanna get it on before we go to the beach, I saw we let them. You dirty little animals!”

Sarah groans loudly and slams the door shut, everyone hears her lock it. You help Rachel up off the ground.

“The whitest ass I’ve ever seen.” She mouths to you and you giggle.

“It’s that Irish skin, love.” Harry winks at her and leads you back down the hall to your room.

“I am so glad our room is farther away. Least now she knows what it’s like.”

“Yup, so let’s lock our door, and-“

“Get dressed? Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

“Oh, come on, I was just about to-“

“The moment has passed, I’m sorry baby.”

You grab your bathing suit and go into the bathroom to change and do your hair. Harry silently screams and then calms down and grabs his yellow trunks to change into. You come out in a strapless black top, and a high waisted black bottom.

“Jesus.”

“Could you actually tie the back tighter for me? I feel like I’m gonna fall out of this thing.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He unties the flimsy knot you made and ties at it, make it nice and tight. Then he ties it into a nice bow.

“Thanks sweetie.” You grab your blue coverup dress and throw it on. You bend over and put your hair into a ponytail. You feel a smack to your ass and you stand up after putting your hair up. You turn to look at Harry. “You really wanna play that game with me right now?”

“If you’re gonna deprive me, yeah.”

“Deprive you!” You laugh, and there’s a knock at the door. You open it and see Rachel and Mariah.

“You guys ready? Sarah’s in the car already.” Rachel says.

“She’s psychotic.” You laugh. “Come on, Harry.”

//

You all cram into Sarah’s car. Harry pulls you onto his lap, and off you go to the beach. It was a beautiful day out, not a cloud in the sky. When you get out of the car you fix your hair so it’s up in a bun. You all find a spot away from the more crowded areas, and spread out. You spread out a large towel and so do the girls. Harry and Niall both brought chairs to sit in. Niall sets an umbrella up to put the coolers under. You take your cover up off.

“Oh, Y/N! What a cute two piece.” Rachel says to you.

“Thanks! I got it to wear in Aruba since my ass is a little more covered, you know?”

Mariah had a cute, teal one piece on with a little cute out on the upper stomach. Rachel was in a pink two piece, and Sarah was wearing a floral, strapless two piece.

“Okay, let’s pictures before we all get sweaty and gross.” Sarah says.

“Good idea.” You say. “Let’s go down near the water.”

“Do you want me to take pictures for you?” Mariah asks.

“That’d be great, babe!” Rachel kisses her on the cheek and the four go down towards the water.

Harry and Niall continue setting up, but they can’t help but look at their girlfriends.

“Look at them pose.” Niall chuckles.

You all take silly photos. The three of you turn around and look over your shoulders and pout towards the camera. You all looked cute with your sunglasses on. You jump onto Rachel’s back and Mariah gets a great shot of Sarah laughing at the two of you. The three of you come back up, and you sit on Harry’s lap.

“So cute.” Mariah takes your picture with him.

“Would you put some sunscreen on my back?” Harry asks.

“Mhm.”

You both stand up and you spray the lotion on him, rubbing it in good to his shoulders and the back of his neck.

“I think I’m gonna lay on my stomach for a bit.” You say.

“Oh, me too. Do that for a little while then we’ll be hot enough to go for a swim.” Sarah says.

The three of you all lay on your stomachs on your towels, and the three of you reach simultaneously for the ties on your suits.

“Woah! What are yeh doin’?” Niall asks. You turn to look at him, and dip your sunglasses so you can really make eye contact.

“Do you know how annoying these tan lines would be, everybody does this.” You look over at Harry. “Could you get my back for me please?”

He swallows hard. He truly thinks the three of you are crazy to so easily expose yourselves. One wrong move and a boob could pop out. But the three of you clearly didn’t care. He looks over at Mariah who was already rubbing lotion on Rachel, and Niall was doing the same for Sarah. He decides that if you’re going to torture him like this, he may as well have some fun. He takes a seat on your bum and you gasp.

“You’re too heavy!”

“Am not, relax.” He sprays the lotion in his hands and works it up and down your back. He’d feel terrible if you burned, even if you did seem to have a decent tan already. “Want me to get the backs of your legs too.”

“Yes please.”

He does so and gets off of you.

“Come lay next to me for a bit.” You smile at him and he gets on his stomach next to you.

Your eyes feel droopy and you slowly start to drift off. Harry eventually gets up to sit in his chair. He grabs his glasses and takes his book out. You wake up to the feeling of more sunscreen being sprayed on your back.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” Harry says.

“That’s okay.” You grab your top and sit up.

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“I’m covered, relax. Can you tie me up please?” Harry kneels behind you and ties your top back up. “Thank you.” You look over and see Rachel and Sarah still asleep. “Wanna go into the water, baby?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and helps you up. You walk hand in hand down to the water. “Are you having fun so far?”

“Mhm, lots.” You dip your toe in. “Wow, it’s actually warm.” You look up at him. “Please don’t throw me in again, I don’t wanna wash my hair later.”

“Alright.”

You both wade into the water and get about hip deep. Harry dives in and gets his hair all wet. You giggle when he comes back up and you run your hand through it. He pulls you close and down slightly so you’ll swim with him.

“Oh, Niall, grab Harry’s phone, take a picture of them.” Mariah says.

“Good idea.” He takes a couple snaps of you two in the water.

You wrap your arms and legs around Harry and he carries you in just a little deeper. You put your sunglasses on the top of your head and kiss him. You tug at his hair slightly and his tongue enters your mouth. You moan quietly against him. You let go and look around, there weren’t any people around you.

“Do you think anyone would see…if…” You start blushing, and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“If we what, angel?” He kisses on your neck.

“If we, if you just…stick it in.” You look up at him.

“You want have sex in the water?”

“Where else can we sneak off to? I’m certainly not fucking you in the bathroom, that’s gross, and I think Sarah would kill me if fucked in her car, and I…I want you.”

“Alright, I’ll, uh, I’ll just finger you, yeah?”

“Okay.”

He goes in just a little deeper to make sure most of your bodies were covered. He holds you close with one arm and you cling to him will his other hand moves your bathing suit bottom to the side. He brushes over you at first, but doesn’t waste time being cute. Two fingers are being pushed inside you before you know it. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, and grab at his hair.

“Where are Harry and Y/N?” Rachel asks with a yawn.

“They went for a dip.” Niall points. Sarah gets up and sits in his lap. He ties up the back of her suit for her.

“What are they doing?” Sarah asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Niall squints and then his eyes grow wide.

“Uhhh, just looks like they’re uh havin’ a quick snog.”

“Snog?” Sarah laughs.

“Probably didn’t wanna, um, makeout right in front of us.”

Niall had an idea that more was going on, but didn’t want to draw attention to it.

“Harry.” You whisper into his ear.

“Doin’ so good bein’ quiet.” He says as his fingers curl up inside you.

“I need you to kiss me.” You groan.

You move your face to his and your lips slot over his. He knew you were close. You were tightening and pulsating around him. His thumb rubs over your clit and you gasp.

“Shhh, come back to me.” Your lips find his again and you bite down on his bottom lip to stifle yourself.

He pumps in and out of you faster, and your legs tighten around his waist. You tug harshly at his hair, and then your body goes slack. Waves of pleasure coming over you. Harry holds you up, and slowly retracts his fingers from you. You rest your head against his chest as you catch your breath. You drop your legs from his waist and look up at him. He cups your cheeks and kisses you tenderly.

“What can I do for you?” You say against his lips.

“Just need a sec, I’ll be alright.” You giggle as he swims around trying to get rid of his boner.

You swim around a bit yourself and you both work your way back towards the shore. Your friends were starting to sip on drinks and eat snacks when you get back to your spot.

“Here’s Y/N.” Sarah tosses you a hard seltzer.

“Thanks!” You crack it open and slide your sunglasses back down. Harry sits in his chair and pulls you to sit on him.

“You two have fun in the water?” Niall asks.

“Mhm.” You say sipping your drink. “Water feels great, actually. You all should go for a swim.”  

After chilling for a bit, and listening to music you feel a little bored.

“Rach, do you wanna go in the water and toss the tennis ball around with me?”

“Yeah!”

You give Harry a kiss on the cheek and walk down to the water with Rachel. Harry settles back in with his glasses and book.

“Harry, I have to say, you look so adorable with your glasses.” Sarah says.

“Thanks.” He chuckles.

“You don’t wear them often.”

“Just need ‘em for readin’ like Niall does.”

“Babe.” She says to Niall. “I’m gonna go play catch with them.”

“Alright.” He smiles and puckers his lips, and she kisses him. The three watch you all toss the tennis ball around. “This is like way more chill than I thought would be, it’s great.”

“Yeah, I thought they’d be hammered.” Harry says.

“That’ll happen tonight I’m sure.” Mariah says.

You all come back up for lunch. You hand Harry a lettuce wrap, and sit on your towel.

“So when is your actual birthday, Y/N?” Mariah asks.

“Sunday.” Harry says, and you smile at him.

“So we’ll go to an actual club tomorrow night.” You explain.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Niall asks. You look at Rachel and Sarah.

“Well, we have some stuff planned. There’s a carnival along the peer. Thought after dinner we could pregame a little, and then check out some of the rides and stuff.” Sarah says.

“Oh that sounds like fun! Then we can get that fire pit up and running after get back.” You say.

“Then Sunday we were thinking of taking the ferry to the Vineyard.” Rachel says.

“Yes! We can go to that ice cream place, and that house with all the Betty Boop stuff out front.”

“And Sunday night we’ll go out for a nice dinner.” Sarah says.

“Wow, you guys really got it all figured out.” Niall smirks.

“Oh, we don’t fuck around when it comes to birthdays.” Rachel says.

//

As the afternoon sun gets stronger, you go back and forth between water and hard seltzer. You were itching to actually have sex with Harry. Around 4PM you all pack everything up and get into the car.

“Think I’m gonna shower when we back.” You announce. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“Niall, wanna get the grill goin’?” Harry asks.

“Sure! We can do a little BBQ.”

You all get into the house. Everyone wanted to get out of their bathing suits, so Harry followed you upstairs. You close your door and lock it behind you. He helps you untie the knot on your swim suit and you sigh with relief.

“Shit, you got a little pink, babe.”

You look down at yourself and see the small patches.

“It’s alright, it’ll fade. Besides, you can just rub some aloe on me.” You wink. You bite your bottom. “Wanna hop in the shower with me?”

“Yes.”

He follows you in, and you turn the water on. You get the rest of your suit off and so does he. You both giggle as you get in. He was pressed right against you.

“Tight squeeze, yeah?” He chuckles.

“Just a little. We might need to get creative. Do you have room to lift me?”

“Let’s find out.”

//

Rachel was in the bathroom attached to her room, washing her face off when she heard something. She didn’t think much of it until she heard it again.

“Oh my god, Mariah.” She says giggle. Mariah was just getting into a t-shirt and shorts.

“Yeah?”

“Come here and tell me if you’re hearing what I’m hearing.”

Mariah smirks and comes into the bathroom.

//

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

Harry had lifted you, and gotten your legs hooked under his arms. He was getting in so deep. He lets one of your legs drop and you pout. He puts a hand over your mouth to signal you needed to be a little quieter. He keeps it there as you moan out again. You try to say something so he takes his hand away.

“Please, wrap your hand around my throat, need it.”

//

Everything was muffled, but Mariah heard it. Her jaw drops and she looks at Rachel. They quietly leave the bathroom and start laughing.

“They’re wild.” Rachel says.

“Jesus, I thought they got enough in the water.”

“What do you mean?”

“When they were swimming earlier, he for sure was diddling her, why do you think they were wrapped up so close?”

“Damn, good for them.”

“Come on, let’s see if Niall needs some help with the grill.” She kisses Rachel quick and they head downstairs.

//

Harry had his hand around your throat as you requested, not as hard as you would have liked, but he didn’t want to leave any new marks. He didn’t want anyone giving you a tough time this weekend. He gives you another squeeze and then he lets go of you, bringing his hand down to rub your clit. Your head rolls back against the tile. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you release. His comes shortly after, long overdue. He fills you up, and then watches it drip out of you.

“I hate when you watch.” You whine.

“Can’t help it. Pass me the bodywash.”

You both finish up and get out. You pick out a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a cardigan.

“Babe, if you grab your brush and some elastics, I’ll braid yeh hair downstairs.”

“Really?!” You squeal and grab your things. You loved when Harry did your hair.

You both head downstairs. Niall and Sarah were outside with the grill while Mariah and Rachel were preparing a salad. Harry sits on the couch and you sit in front of him on the floor. He takes your hair out of your bun and runs his hands through your hair.

“How do yeh want it?”

Rachel nearly chokes on her drink when she hears him ask you the question.

“Are you okay?” You say to her.

“Yeah, um, what are you guys doing?”

“Harry’s gonna braid my hair.” You smile. “He’s really good at it.”

“How do you know how to braid hair?”

“My hair used to be, like, really long, so I just learned.” He shrugs.

You roll your head back to look at him. He raises his eyebrows at you, still waiting for an answer.

“Could you do a big one down the middle and then put it up into a pony?”

“Yup.” He kisses your forehead and you face forward again.

You close your eyes as his fingers rake through your hair and starts his work.

“This I have to see.” Rachel comes over and sits next to Harry, and watches his fingers move with intricacy.

“Oi! Do you two want veggie burgers?” Niall shouts.

“Yes please!” You shout back.

Harry finishes your hair, and taps you on the shoulders.

“How’s it look?” You ask Rachel.

“Really good! Nice work, Harry.”

“What can I say? I have a gift.”

You kiss him on the cheek. You all head outside to eat dinner. The house had a nice patio and large glass table to fit everyone. Sarah had set everything up buffet style. You make up a plate for Harry and kiss him on the top of his head as you set it down in front of him. You all enjoy fun conversations and tell jokes while you eat.

Once dinner is cleaned up, the blender is broken out for frozen margaritas. Someone puts music on and you all are just being goofy having a good time. You change into a pair of jeans and some sneakers before you walk out to go to the carnival. The peer was only a short distance from the house. Harry keeps an arm hooked around your waist as you walk. You all get wrist bands so you don’t have to worry about tickets.

“Okay, I’m telling you now, I do not like roller coasters, so I won’t be doing any of the crazy rides.” You tell Harry. He laughs and nods his head.

“So are we splitting up, staying together, what’s the game plan?” Mariah asks.

“Let’s stay together.” You say. “We’re in even number so all the rides we agree on should work out.”

You all head towards the tilta whirl first. You white knuckle the bar as the ride starts to move forward. Harry throws an arm around your shoulders. The ride goes faster and you start screaming. You look up at Harry and your screams turn into laughter. He’s laughing too. The rides slows and you catch your breath, but you remember it goes backwards just as fast.

“Holy shit!” You scream, laugh.

The rides ends and you all get off. You and the girls take some selfies, and you take one with Harry.

“Y/N, take one with Niall.” Sarah says.

You and Niall press back to back and cross your arms, looking oh so cool. You giggle at each other and he hugs you, Sarah snapping another cute picture. You go on another couple of rides, and let the boys go on some of the more vigorous ones. Eventually you all start walking around to where you can win prizes. You do a ring toss, but don’t win. Harry plays the bottle game and manages to knock them down, winning you a teddy bear.

“Oh my god!” You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him on the cheek and take the bear.

You and the girls split some fried dough before heading back to the house. Niall and Harry get the fire going while Mariah finds some blankets, and you and the girls get the chairs set up.

Rachel and Mariah sit in a wicker love-seat, and snuggle up under a blanket. Harry pulls you into his lap and Sarah sits on Niall’s.

“This was the perfect day.” You say, nestling in further to Harry. He was practically cradling you.

You were all sipping on beers, just shooting the shit. The conversation had turned a little more serious, but in a good way. Rachel was talking about how her parents were going to move to Florida soon.

“They’re leaving in November, can you believe that? Right before Thanksgiving. They said I could come down for the holidays, as if plane tickets don’t cost an arm and a leg.” She sighs. “I’m happy for them…my brother and I don’t exactly need them close by anymore, but now we have to like pack up our childhood home, it sucks.” Mariah squeezes her shoulder.

“Do you need any help? We can be there for you.” You say.

“Thanks, that’s sweet. I’m gonna take some time at the end of the month to go there, I’ll let you guys know.”

A few beers later, and Niall goes inside to use the bathroom. Harry needed to pee too, so you let him get up to go. Sarah couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“Okay, so do you guys wanna know why Niall and I got busy this morning?” She grins.

“Yes!” You say. “Spill.”

“He invited me to go to Ireland with him at the end of the month!”

You all squeal, even Mariah joins in.

“That’s amazing!” Rachel exclaims. “He just asked you this morning, out of the blue?”

“He said he wanted to ask me sooner, but he wanted to make it special, and then he was like what am I even freaking out about, and then…this morning…he just put two plane tickets on the bed…that he made himself, cause obviously you can’t print the boarding passes.”

“Wait, so he had already gotten everything together?” You ask.

“Yes! It was so romantic, and then fucking Rachel ruined it!” She laughs.

“Lock the fucking door tonight then, bitch!”

“What are yeh all yellin’ about out here?” Niall asks, coming back out with more drinks and Harry. You move so you can continues sitting in his lap.

“You, you little softy.” You say.

“What did I do? Oh!” He looks at Sarah, and holds her a little tighter. “You told them?”

“Mhm.” She kisses him.

This was a big deal for Niall. He had never brought a girl home before, not like this anyways. He loved Sarah, and she loved him. He also planned to ask her to move in with him soon, but that will come later.

“You’re gonna love Niall’s mum and brothers, they’re awesome.” Harry says.

“I’m really excited! I went to Ireland in high school on a class trip, and have always wanted to go back.” She looks at him. “This’ll be much more special though.”

//

You’re exhausted by the time you head up to bed. You flop onto your back and sigh.

“Can’t sleep in your clothes love.”

“But I’m too lazy to take them off.”

Harry grabs you by the ankles and brings you closer to the edge of the bed. You giggle as he undoes your jeans and drags them down your legs. You kick them off and he tugs at your panties.

“You better not fall asleep on me tonight.” He smirks as you lift your hips to help him get your underwear off.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll be your good girl.” You giggle.

Both of his eyebrows raise. “How drunk are you?”

“Only a little.” You prop up on your elbows and open your legs for him. “Come on baby.” You pout. “Know you want a taste.”

Harry licks his lips. He loves when you’re like this. You move back on the bed so he can get on too. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. His thumb brushes over one of the mark he left from the other day. He sucks on a spot right next to it. He had gotten really into leaving love bites on your inner thighs for some reason. For the most part, they were easier to hide. Harry had always liked leaving marks out in the open for anyone to see, but lately it really turned him on to leave marks where only he’d be able to see them.

You gasp when you feel the skin break, and he licks over it to soothe you. He swipes a stripe up your center without warning. He does this a few times, looking up at you, you looking right back at him. His eyes flutter closed when his tongue goes up inside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. You tug at his hair and he groans against you.

“Don’t, don’t come in your pants, I’m gonna want that.”

He gives you a thumbs up as his lips wrap around your clit and two of his fingers are plunging inside you. You gasp as your head rolls back into the pillow.

“Bite down on somethin’.” He says against you, still driving his fingers in and out.

“No, don’t wanna.”

“I don’t want them to hear you.”

“Harry, I don’t wanna be-“

He yanks his fingers out of you and gives you a stern look.

“Now, it’s your birthday weekend, so I really wanna be nice and sweet to you, but I can’t do that if you don’t listen to me.” Your cheeks flush. You can’t remember the last time he was so…dominant with you. Daddy was in town, not that you would ever fucking say that to him. “I won’t let you come if you don’t do as I say.” You swear you felt your pussy throb. “We clear?”

“Yes.”

He smiles at you and you place your forearm over your mouth. He inserts his fingers back into you. He was knuckle deep and hitting just where you needed him to. You clasp both hands over your mouth and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your chest was heaving, and you watch Harry sucks his fingers into his mouth. You sit up and take your shirt off, along with your bra. Harry takes all of his clothes off and hovers over you.

He kisses you deeply while you line him up with yourself. He pushes in and you both groan. You felt like you had been fucking all day…probably because technically you had. Harry gives you a good thrust and the bed makes a sound against the wall. You both ignore it until it happens a few more times.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” He sighs. “It’s too loud.” He looks at you.

“Floor.”

“What?”

“Fuck me on the floor, or push me up against the wall, or I don’t give a fuck.”

He pulls out of you and throws a blanket on the floor. He didn’t want to hurt your back. You lay down and tug him to the floor. He thrusts back inside of you.

“Are you comfortable like this? You could ride me instead…”

“No, actually, it’s fine.” You smile warmly. “It’s like when we were in that field in the countryside…” Harry’s cock twitches and he starts rocking in and out of you. “Ngh, I had never done anything like that before, it was so spontaneous.”

“We could have, fuck, easily just gone into the car too.” He plants wet kisses on your neck as you wrap your legs around him.

“But we were having such a nice picnic…”

“And you were wearing that light blue dress with the buttons down the front.” He kisses you and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

The hand not propping himself up kneads one of your breasts and you moan out.

“You got those buttons open so fast.”

“Yeah, I did.” He smirks. “You took it so well that day too, you really let me give it to you.” He gives you a sharp thrust and you bite into his shoulder.

“We could be as loud as we wanted that day.”

He sits up and throws your legs over his shoulders. Now he just wasn’t playing fair, but so could you. You knew how to be quiet, you knew how to turn it off. The only sound filling the room was his skin slapping against yours. You were making really intense eye contact. He was actually surprised at how cool your composure was. You grin at him deviously and clench around him.

“Jesus, shit.” He groans.

“Gotta be quiet baby.” You say mockingly.

He leans in and wraps his hand around your throat, you reach up and do the same to him. You were equally matched at the moment. You rock your hips along with his and you both just fucking lose it. Your orgasm floods over you and he fills you to the brim. He pulls out and sticks his middle finger right in. He pulls it from you and you open your mouth to suck on. Your eyes close as your tongue laps around it.

Harry helps you up off the floor and you both go do your nightly routines in the bathroom. You throw one of his t-shirts on, and get into bed with him. You both face each other and get your legs nice and tangled up. He rubs your back and pulls you closer to him. You kiss him and turn over so he can spoon you. You both fall asleep in minutes.

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