#and she showed me how to wrap the style of head covering she wore

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remembering how genuinely so often in college people would assume that I just... hated muslim people?? because I'm jewish?? and meanwhile me and every single muslim student I met would immediately just vibe and start bitching together about modesty and hair coverings and the difficulties in finding food we could eat

it's just wild how I guess the media portrays the relationship between jews and muslims because truly I had so much more in common with the muslim college students than Mr. WhiteGuy McCatholic

anyway shoutout to the hijabi girl I sat next to in my near eastern archaeology class who I partnered with on every project and then never saw again after that semester. gihad if you're out there I'm thinking about you bestie

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𝚄𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚑𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 - 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft Aquarium|Enclosure; ft tail, teeth + claws, claiming|mating(heavy mentions of future claiming), knotting, kind of insinuation of Size Kink??, cunnilingus, bit of pervy!Sasuke, breeding, creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 7,648

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes Human/non-human romance/sex, minimal use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Merman Sasuke Merman Sasuke Merman Sasuke Merman- get ready for some Sasuke fish dick(with a knot 😏),,, HOLY FUCK Y’all it took me over 3 weeks to finish this fucking chapter. Longest chapter thus far and probably the longest chapter in this whole damn book- My brain is fried. Istg I’m gonna be recovering from this one for d a y s.

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Sasuke swam to the edge of his tank and rested his arms on the edge, resting his chin on his crossed forearms, staring at his caretaker through the open separations of his shelter and the next one over. She always wore simple clothes overtop of her swimsuit which consisted of a skirt and a translucent long-sleeved crop top. She cycled through swimsuits, sometimes wearing one that showed off her midriff. Sometimes one that covered everything up to a high neck. Occasionally she would wear one that dipped deliciously low into her cleavage. Then, on special days she’d even wear a 2 piece.

Today she wore a new one. It was a new two-piece with a simple high hip bikini bottom. It had a tie-back wrap cross-style top with two straps that crisscrossed over her ribs and tied together in the back that showed off the centre underside of her breasts. As she bent down to grab the bucket of food for his neighbors, the Aquatic Water Serpents, he saw how tightly her swimsuit clung to her body.

More specifically, he saw how tightly it clung to her cunt and ass as her skirt lifted up enough it was entirely on display. He bit his lip at the sight and he felt his cock stirring in its sheath. He waited patiently, though. He’s her last stop for the day so he always gets to spend the most time with her.

He could wait. She was on her second to last stop anyhow. She scritched under the serpent’s chin and smiled at the youngling before heading off.

“Be good for Iruka, little one!” She cheerfully called back to all the hatchlings and closed the separation before heading to the one that led to the last Silvertip Shark Mer. The rest of his kind had been either poached or fallen victim to his elder brother who had been sent into a cannibalistic frenzy before he regained his sanity long enough to see what he had done and sacrificed himself to the poachers who stayed circling their cove.

The Search and Rescue facility he was currently residing in, Konoha, had found him as a pup and had taken him in. Apparently, they searched for another of his species, hoping to find a female, but couldn’t find even a sign of them. He didn’t mind, not in the slightest. So long as he could appreciate the beauty of his caretaker day after day, he was certainly happy. Of course, he would love to do more than just look at her, but he could wait. Luckily, though, it seemed he didn’t have to wait much longer from the conversation he’d overheard the night before.

The Research team that was tasked with replenishing extant species, particularly ones that they could not find viable mates, like Sasuke, had seemingly made a discovery.

‘We found something groundbreaking, Ma’am! It means that we can replenish the Silvertip Mers’ Species without needing a female Silvertip.’

‘Well, what are you waiting for, Shizune?! What did you find?’

‘It seems because Mers share nearly 50% of their DNA with humans, they can breed with Humans. Though that means it’s about a 50/50 chance if the offspring comes out as a Human or a Mer, though it seems it would be like any other Parent-to-Child Genetic Trait, one child could come out as Human but the next could be a Mer, it just depends on which DNA prevails.’

‘That’s perfect, Shizune. Now we just need to find a viable candidate. If the Silvertip mating process is anything like our other Shark Mer species, we should present multiple candidates and see if he takes a liking to any of them.’

‘Yes, Ma’am! I’ll start compiling a list right away!’

He smirked at the memory and swam to meet Y/n, his Minnow as he had donned her, at the edge of his tank. She pulled the separation closed for the evening as she entered.

“Good afternoon, Sasuke. How are you feeling today?” Y/n had her wonderful smile as she always did when she greeted him. Sasuke always liked to think that it was different from the smiles she would give to the other Mers she took care of.

“Spectacular now that you’re here,” He smirked up at her as she giggled at his flirting.

“Well, I am very happy to see you, too. I’m always glad that you’re my last stop of the day.” She smiled kindly at him and as much as he didn’t want to fully admit it, it made his heart skip a beat.

“Well, have you heard the news?” He had to stop himself from jumping on her that very moment as he spoke.

“Oh? What news, pray tell?”

“Seems they found a way to repopulate my species even though they couldn’t find a female.” A huge grin split across her face at the news and set the bucket of feed down beside her.

“Sasuke! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!!” She called, leaning down and hugging him around his shoulders.

“Believe me, not as happy as I am…” He smirked as he slid his hands around her frame to return the hug, though he made sure to place his hands down low enough to finger at the edges of her bikini bottom’s leg seams. She pulled back from the hug but his arms only shifted to stay resting around her hips. His fingers still lightly toyed with the seams and he was only spurred on by how she didn’t seem to mind.

“So, how are they gonna do it? Artificial Womb? Another species of Shark that’s compatible?” She questioned happily, innocently.

“They figured out that I can mate with and breed a human. So they’re finding me a suitable mate. It’s still a 50/50 chance, like most other kinds of genes, if it’ll be a Mer or a Human. At least that’s what they think. They don’t exactly have a bunch of research to go off of to see whose genes might be stronger. Yet, at least.” He chuckled at his implications that made her blush. “I imagine they’ll have plenty of research by the end of this, though, since as of right now, it’s my job to repopulate my whole species.” Even with his hope and excitement to finally have the opportunity to breed and possibly even claim the caretaker that he’d been watching and yearning for since day one, he let out a rueful chuckle at the reason he even had this responsibility in the first place.

The— rather oblivious— subject of his affections sent him a small, sad smile to soothe him and immediately her kindness brought him back. It reminded him why he liked her in the first place— other than her magnificent body that was practically on display for him day after day in her little swimsuits. He returned a cocky smile and leaned closer to her, his form leaned in enough that she was forced to open her legs to let him settle between them. She still didn’t seem to see anything off about the position even when Sasuke took a deep breath through his nose. He could smell her cunt so close to him and he felt the supple skin of her ass where his fingers dipped under her swimsuit.

He decided to be bold and flexed his fingers to gently knead at the flesh, wiggling his fingers deeper into her suit. Subconsciously, she moved her thighs to try and close around him, just a bit, but it was enough to spur him on.

“I have an idea of a good mate candidate, though. In fact, I’d rather like it to be her. Even if she’s not on the list, I might even request her.” He spoke with a sultry tone, lids hanging low as he let his gaze slide over her form, taking in the swell of her tits in the tight-fitting swim top, up her neck, lingering on the empty canvas of her shoulders and neck, lingering for only a moment on her lips, before meeting her eyes once again.

He was instantly taken aback by the look in her eyes. She tried to hide it but her eyes had always been unwittingly expressive. Especially to Sasuke, he could tell how she was feeling with but a glance even as she did her best to disguise it with a contrasting expression. Even with the happy smile she had on, her eyes shone with a quiet disappointment. Just moments before, before he let his gaze wander over her body, she was truly happy for him and the situation. Happy that he could rebuild his species and bring it back from the brink of extinction.

“What’s wrong, Minnow?” He asked gently, delicately rubbing his thumb over the space where her hips met her ass.

“What? Nothing! Don’t worry!” She tried to smile reassuringly but her eyes still gave her away.

“Minnow, don’t lie to me. You know that I know when you don’t tell me the truth.” His voice turned just the slightest bit stern, just to encourage her to tell the truth. And it worked, her fake smile dropped and she bit her lip nervously with a defeated sigh, averting her gaze to the edge of his tank that still had tooth-shaped dents from when he first arrived as a scared pup, nervous around humans.

“I… I dunno.. I guess I’m kinda.. I dunno, something about you liking someone…” She trailed off and muttered something under her breath that even he couldn’t catch with his impeccable hearing.

“What was that?” He leaned in, head slightly turned to bring his frilled ear closer to her.

“Someone… Someone else…” She muttered again, this time just barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That I like someone else? What do you mean, Minnow?” He had immediately put it together and figured out what she meant. Elation filled his entire being at the revelation that she liked him, too. But he absolutely could not pass up a chance to tease her. It was immediately rewarding when her face flushed with heat and her facial muscles tensed in a way that indicated just how embarrassed she was.

“I-I.. Well.. I mean… It’s just that… Uhm…” She stuttered out, not able to get a single coherent sentence out. If he hadn’t absolutely loved teasing her and flustering her beyond belief, Sasuke would have been pained by the awkward sight. Taking mercy on her when it started to seem like she’d rather be anywhere but there, he put a stop to her sputtering by pushing forward and silencing her with his lips on hers.

She was stunned and frozen, eyes wide and calculating. He pulled back and looked at her with an amused smirk, a brow quirked as if silently asking ‘Do you get it now?’ She remained frozen for a moment, still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“I-I… What? But… what about who you li-?” He cut her off with a flick to the forehead and a scoff whilst she yelped at the sudden feeling.

“Dummy. I was talking about you.” Sasuke said with an eye roll, still quite amused at her oblivion. Her eyes widened with the revelation and lit up with joy. Before he could tease her again, she launched forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him into a deep kiss as she was too stunned to return the first one. With the sudden movement, Sasuke was forced to pull his hands away from her ass to stabilize them before she fell into his tank with the force that she shot forward. He wrapped a strong arm around her middle and grabbed onto the edge of the platform to hold them in place.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm and hummed against her lips as he hoisted her back onto the edge where she was sat. Eventually, she had to pull away for air but kept her arms around him and their foreheads nearly rested against each other.

“So… What do you say, Minnow?” He asked with a husky purr in his voice. Her eyes were glued to his lips, a haze around her mind after a kiss like that.

“Wha..?” He smirked teasingly at her and lifted his hand from around her to lightly grip her chin. Forcing her to look at him, she finally seemed to return to the moment, though she still looked vaguely confused.

“About the scientists’ little discovery?” He reminded her, his Minnow’s eyes lit up with recognition before her cheeks flushed with searing heat.

“I- uhm.. I really.. really like the sound of it…” Her blush somehow increased as her voice trailed off, though he heard her just fine. His sharp teeth peak out when he grins wolfishly at her.

“Well, then. Since I’ve already decided who I want my partner to be, might as well get started, right?” His words were husky with veiled excitement and sent a shiver down her spine, but she still managed to nod bashfully. She quickly glanced back at the separation to make sure it was closed before she carefully scooted towards the edge, making sure that she wouldn’t fall in. Willingly and consciously, she opened her legs even more, a clear invitation. Happy with her compliance, he hoisted himself up and slotted where his fleshy upper half met his scaly tail against her hips with his face just an inch or two above hers.

Without wasting a second, he dipped down to capture her lips again as he ground his genital slit against her awaiting, though clothed, sex. Shifting his weight onto one hand, he moved his other to the hem of her swimsuit bottoms just next to her wet pussy. His clawed fingers teased at the edge, never quite dipping in. He positioned his hand to fan his four fingers over the top of the inside of her thigh, his thumb at the hem. The tip of his finger, careful of his claw, lightly traced the sensitive skin just under it, teasing her even more. She whined into his mouth and just as he began the motion to give in and slide his thumb under the fabric and reach her weeping little cunt, the separation loudly slid open, announcing the arrival of someone else.

The two pulled apart in a panic, though the damage was already done. Whoever had walked in had caught them, though even if they hadn’t, the flushed faces and the way her thighs clamped together like a steel trap would have given them away.

“Well!” Tsunade declared with a single loud clap of her hands. “That makes things easier!” She approached the edge of the pool, pointedly ignoring that she had almost caught the two in the middle of his fingers buried in her cunt had she walked in even a minute later. “Sasuke, I have news for you. We found a way that you can-” She began, about to go on a long-winded speech about their discovery.

“Save my species. Yea. You and your assistant aren’t exactly the most quiet, y’know.” Sasuke cut her off and grumbled, clearly less than pleased that he had been interrupted. Tsunade looked surprised for only a moment before her mind caught up with the events. Sasuke knew about the discovery— that he could breed a human— and he had clearly chosen his future mate and he was ready to get started with the whole process. Perfect.

“Well! In that case, it would be in the best interest of the Research Team to watch you in the act, to help with future cases like this one, and to learn more about your species.” She explained, not leaving room for debate. Great. First, they got interrupted, now they have to wait for those Science Nerds to show up, and they’ll have an audience. Well, That last one Sasuke didn’t mind as much. He could show off that his little Minnow was his. They could watch as he bred her good and full, stuffing her with his cum and plugging her up with his knot to make sure that it took. To make sure that she’d be full with his offspring.

To his— and his Minnow’s— pleasure, it didn’t take too long for the rest of the Research Team to show up. At first, it made her flustered and shy but she was quickly distracted when Sasuke pulled himself back up between her thighs, level with her face.

“Don’t worry about them, ‘kay? Just focus on me. Focus on how I’m gonna breed you full…” His husky voice growled, nosing at the underside of her jaw. He nipped lightly at the skin there and reveled in the tremor it sent through her, even moreso the sweet gasped little moan she rewarded him with.

She nodded and turned her head towards him to recapture his lips. With a pleased rumble, he intertwined their tongues and nipped at her bottom lip with his sharp teeth. His Minnow hummed into the kiss and wrapped her legs around his hips. Gladly, he began grinding against her and appreciated the slickness that was dampening her swimsuit bottoms and soaking through onto his genital slit. They felt the eyes of the Research Team but chose to focus on each other instead. At least, she did. Sasuke kept an acute awareness of them watching them, watching him take what he wanted, what he had been wanting for months.

He reveled in her little moans that he captured with his lips, muffling her even more with his tongue invading further into her mouth. He shifted his weight onto one arm again and quickly moved back to the position he had been in when Tsunade walked in. His fingers toyed at the edge of her swimsuit then switched directions to rub his fingertips over the growing wet spot on the fabric, coating his fingers and claws in her slickness. He hummed against her neck and nibbled the skin to leave a mark on her skin. Gods, he wanted to mark her so badly. Wanted to claim her and make her his forever after but he supposed that would have to wait until after he bred her full.

That was a very efficient claim in its own right. Her moans flowed freely into the air as she tossed her head back and gave him more space to mark up and lave over with his long, rough tongue. He couldn’t wait anymore, he decided, and shifted his hand to the edge of her bottoms again, deftly wiggling under the seam and reaching her bare cunt. She let out a squeak at the sudden, though very much not unwelcome, intrusion, his fingers directly stimulating the sensitive skin.

“Sa-Sasuke…” She whimpered, suddenly aware of how empty she felt, her wet hole spasming around nothing.

“My good little Minnow…” He hummed and pressed kisses down the column of her throat until he reached the top of her translucent coverup. He quietly growled at the layer of separation and reluctantly pulled his hand away from her dripping cunt to rip through the thin material with his claws, eliciting a gasp from his girl. He didn’t pay attention to the little pout she sent him, though he did silently appreciate it, making a mental note to make her do it again.

Quickly enough, he hesitated for only a moment about tearing her bathing suit since it made her tits look so pretty. He compromised with himself to tug at the crisscross straps showing off her cleavage first, watching the way it shifted her breasts and made them jiggle when he released it. He tugged the fabric down over her tit slightly and shifted his hold to cup her breast and manually pull it out the rest of the way, seeing the way her nipple stiffened in the cold air. Only then, after appreciating the sight and locking it in place in his memory, did he hook his clawed finger into the strap once again and snapped it easily enough, letting it unravel until it hung loosely around her neck, the bottom half falling to the ground behind her back with her coverup top.

“Sasuke!” She yelped, “I could have just untied it you know!” She huffed, making him chuckle at her.

“But where’s the fun in that, Minnow?” He teased, cutting off any more complaints by dipping his head to take a nipple into his mouth, swirling his long tongue around the hardened bud.

“Should we prompt him to get to the actual mating? Or-” A member of the Research Team spoke up, sounding flustered at just watching the foreplay.

“No. Let it happen naturally, we would only rush the process if it was detrimental to getting it done as quickly as possible. That would be more likely with a female specimen since most species’ females have only a short fertile period. Males are usually constantly fertile unless they lose potency with old age, but with Sasuke, we clearly don’t have to worry about that. Leave him be.” Shizune reprimanded him, cutting him off sharply and trying to keep her voice down to prevent disturbing Sasuke.

He appreciated the thought but couldn’t resist the eye roll at their discussion, talking like he wasn’t even actually there. He must have accidentally released an unconscious growl because his sweet little Minnow reached her arms up to hold him, tangling her fingers into his hair, encouraging him to switch his attention fully on her again. He sent a grateful look up to her and pressed a soft kiss to her breast before he lowered himself further into the water, moving his hands to hold both of her thighs.

At first, she was confused until he pushed her skirt further up to her hips and tugged at the waistband of her suit bottoms, generously offering her to not rip them to shreds. She let out a breathy chuckle and leaned back on her hands to lift her hips for him. Before he pulled them off, he pressed a kiss to her clothed core, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. She whimpered when he pulled away, taking her bottoms with her, exposing her dripping cunt to the cold evening air.

He smirked at her reaction and didn’t give her time to readjust before he dove in and shoved his face between her thighs. He lapped at her cunt hungrily and sucked headily on her clit. Immediately, the sensations had her squirming and whining, her hands buried in his hair, unsure if she wanted to push him closer or tug him away from the immense pleasure almost immediately overwhelming her senses. Sasuke hummed appreciatively at the taste of his little Minnow. She really lived up to her name with the way he was devouring her. The slurping sounds resounded all around the shelter around his pool and filled the ears of his good little Minnow, Tsunade, Shizune, and the rest of the Research Team. Most of them shifted in their seats, unsure if they were aroused or envious. A mix of both, they decided.

Letting up on the suction on her clit, he dipped his head down to wiggle his tongue into her, squirming against all the sensitive spots in her cunt. He replaced the stimulation on her clit with his thumb, pressing on it and rubbing rough circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensations overwhelming her cunt before she could even adjust to the temperature had cries of pleasure soaring out of her throat into the air. When his tongue shifted in just the right way, in just the right spots and his thumb teasing her clit with just the right pressure, she couldn’t hold back the scream of ecstasy or the sharp tug of his long hair as she creamed around his tongue, her juices flowing into his mouth as he kept up his movements. He moaned against her and happily swallowed her liquid pleasure.

He kept lapping at her cunt until she was practically sobbing and pulling at his hair to escape the overstimulation. Granting her mercy, he finally pulled away and pressed an apologetic kiss to her inner thigh, though she could tell he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. She panted to regain her breath from the way her powerful orgasm pulled the air from her lungs. In a soothing motion, Sasuke gently pulled himself up and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, stroking over her thigh until she could breathe regularly again. Then, with a deep kiss full of tongue and teeth and passion, he slotted his hips against hers with his member free.

The slick appendage wiggled in the cool evening air in search of warmth to bury itself in. She hummed into his mouth when the narrowed tip stroked over her glistening pussy lips. She was still sensitive from the orgasm he’d wrenched from her but the want to be filled up overpowered the overwhelm of it. Sasuke smirked against her lips and separated their kiss with a trail down to her jaw, then to her neck, then to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The empty plot of skin was so tantalizing and his teeth ached with the want- the need to sink his teeth into her and fully claim her. Mark her as his.

That’ll have to wait, he reminded himself. Now’s not the time to focus on that. Now is the time to breed her greedy little pussy. Fill her up with pups and keep on filling her up, over and over again. She’s a good little girl, so eager for being knotted and bred. She’ll be an even better little mate, he encouraged himself in his mind to wait just a little longer. Just a bit longer and she’d be his good little mate. First, he had to thoroughly breed her tight little cunt. With that thought in mind, he pushed forward, pressing his length closer to her entrance. His long, slimy tongue laved over her skin as he nibbled and sucked on the skin to leave little marks that would satisfy his urge to claim her for now.

“Fu-u-uck, Sasuke..!” She called, circling her hips to try and coax his cock into her. When it didn’t work at first, she wrapped her legs around his form and pulled him closer, her one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other working with his to hold them steadily on the edge to not fall in. His other hand still kneaded at her thigh and precisely dug his thumb into the flesh to coax it more open to her pretty little pussy.

“Don’t worry, Minnow, I’ve got you.” He muttered against her flesh before he pulled back to rest his forehead against her shoulder to look down at where they would soon be connected. Looking past her tantalizing tits, he watched as his member squirmed against her, sliding through her folds in search of her greedy hole. Finally, it caught on the edge of the convulsing muscles and immediately began slithering in. The Research Team all jolted to lean forward when she sharply inhaled a gasp. The guy from before seemed the most interested. He was leaned forward the most and his gaze was heavy. The way he stared so intently made a fire burn in Sasuke. It was a mix of jealousy and pride, though it was more cockiness than pride, really.

It infuriated him that someone would look that intently at his mate, especially when she was so vulnerable. So exposed. His instincts yelled at him to cover her whole body with his own, even pull her into the water away from prying eyes but logic, thankfully, won out knowing that it would be dangerous as his little Minnow, despite her nickname couldn’t breathe underwater. Yet, he reminded himself, once she was good and full with his pups and claimed, her body would undergo changes to properly care for the pups for the chances that it was a mer. The cockiness reinforced his reasoning, as well. The cockiness that cried out in pride that she was his mate. That the bastard could look all he wanted but his good little Minnow was his to touch. His to hold. His to pleasure and enjoy.

Nonetheless, the mer lowly growled from where his head rested on his little mate’s shoulder, side-eyeing a glare at the man with a cocky smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth. The hand around his shoulders slid up to his hair and gently carded through it, soothing him back to the moment where he was about to fuck her senseless. Almost immediately, a low rumbling emanated from his chest, it was almost like a purr. With a shocked giggle bubbling from his Minnow’s throat, Sasuke quickly diverted her thoughts to her throbbing core once again when he quickly canted his hips into hers.

The gasp she let out was rewarding and had him rumbling deeply in satisfaction. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a moment to let her adjust. He knew he was larger than most human males— a fact that filled him with pride— and that his phallus was greatly different from them, shape, texture, and mobility-wise. His cock squirmed inside her, satisfied with the heat, and moved in search of her pleasure spots. His instincts led him to wanting to pleasure his partner just as much, if not more, than the pleasure he received. His instincts knew that if his partner orgasmed it heightened the chances of his seed taking. As if he needed any help. His species’ seed was very potent and his thick, firm knot would keep his mate plugged up to ensure that none of his seed leaked and lessened the chances of impregnation, even if only by a fraction. With the stream of sharp, almost surprised moans and gasps coming from his mate, he could tell his phallus was doing its job.

“F-fuck- Sasuke- Sasuke, please~!” She whined, burying her hand firmly in his locks, though not tugging. Her incoherent plea was enough for him to comply and rest enough weight on the hand planted on the firm round behind her to easily use his other hand, wrapped around her hip with a tight grip, to move his hips back. The water rippled behind him and splashed quickly up against the corner wall of his pool and hitting the backs of her thighs and the top of his tail as he snapped his hips forward again. He did this a few more times, slowly pulling out until only his wriggling tip stayed inside her wet heat and thrusting his hips forward quickly and powerfully. He tried to keep up the teasing pace but he couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed to breed her. Breed her tight little pussy. Fill her up with cum and make her belly swell with his young. With surprising speed, he set a bruising pace and filled her clenching walls with his wriggling cock over and over again. He could hear the Research Team mumbling amongst themselves, comparing notes or some shit that he couldn’t bring himself to care about but the noise itself was enough to ignite his possessiveness. The hand planted on the ground clenched and scratched at the cement. His sharp claws dug into the hard surface and scraped deep lines into it, taking the rubble with it. His other hand gripped tighter and ended up ripping her skirt where it rested around her hips. He paid little mind to it— as did his good girl— and simply kept up with his pace, though he vaguely recognized that the material was essentially unsalvageable with tearing it so much whilst it was bunched up the way it was. With a growl and a fire lit in his eyes, he smashed his lips against his Minnow’s and claimed her mouth all over again. His tongue delved deep enough to almost choke her. She didn’t gag but her throat lightly convulsed against the foreign feeling before he pulled the appendage back. He only wanted it to be pleasurable for her. No discomfort.

His hips kept up the heavy pace as he buried himself to the hilt again and again. Pulling back from her lips, a thick strand of saliva kept them connected before he leaned back in and licked it away from her kiss-swollen bottom lip. As if on pure instinct, he immediately shifted to her neck and left bites and hickeys on the side he hadn’t yet marked up. All the while, he never relented on his pace, water splashing around him and creating small waves into the rest of the vast water at his back. His member continued to squirm inside her, aiming for each and every one of her pleasure spots and slipping easily into all the nooks and crannies of her inner velvety walls.

Her voice trembled as she cried out in pleasure and shifted her hips to meet his thrusts, subsequently forcing his cock deeper inside her. The pointed tip was forced all the way to her cervix. The wriggling pointed head met her cervix directly, immediately beginning a venture to enter the deepest part of her. Sasuke and Y/n both let out groans of pleasure at the feeling, hers more a surprised noise quickly transformed into a drawn-out whine of bliss while his was one of pure ecstasy at the feeling of claiming his Minnow so deeply. So deep inside her that no one would ever be able to claim her as he had. Not that anyone else would ever get the opportunity to try. No, she was his mate. And he would ensure that her body knew that by thoroughly breeding her over and over again. She would not be without pup for long, breeding her to her heart’s content.

Without much reprieve, Sasuke returned to his brutal pace, jackhammering his hips into hers as he buried his face in her neck. His claws dug heavily into the pavement, cracking it even more with his strength and his other hand kept a bruising grip on her hip, not that she minded the marks it would leave behind. His marks. Her walls fluttered around his cock as he mercilessly pounded into her. Her moans echoed around the walls and went higher in pitch when the cord in her belly was pulled taut again.

“Sasuke- Fuck- Please!” She whined and bucked her hips. The Research Team, from their positions leaning forward to see the pair better, could see his muscles contracting and his hands gripped tighter— though he remained aware and careful with his hold on her flesh. They could tell he was rapidly approaching his climax and they were all on the edge of their seats— literally and figuratively— to see it. His thrusts slowly became sloppier and his grunts and growls became more frequent, his nips at her neck did, too.

What the scientists couldn’t see and his little Minnow hadn’t noticed was the swelling bulge at the base of his wriggling cock. It was stiffer than the rest of his member and steadily grew in size and mass. As his thrusts gained more reckless force and speed it began to catch on the edge of her hole. That made her notice. When she felt the bulging knot catch on her hole a louder moan ripped from her throat. The wide eyes of the Research Team snapped to her and watched her come undone. Her back arched, her toes curled, her nails dug into his shoulder and scratched angsty red lines into the skin, her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she gushed around his member. The convulsing and contracting of her walls around him had Sasuke closer to his own end.

His knot swelled to full size and with a final rough thrust, it pressed hard against her gushing little cunt before it popped inside her. Another wave of ecstasy rushed through her and sent her into another wave of orgasm before her last one even finished. A loud, high-pitched cry escaped into the room and practically vibrated the walls. Her orgasm’s ecstasy lasted for what felt like forever as his white hot seed shot into her. His narrow tip had wiggled past her cervix and sent his cum directly into her womb. His potent seed filled her up and filled her lower belly with delicious warmth that kept her in a state of blissed-out pleasure. She shivered in her fucked out haze as Sasuke filled her up with spurt after spurt of spunk.

“You did so good, Minnow. My good girl, took my cum so fuckin’ well. Gonna be such a good momma.” He purred in her ear, licking the spot just under it.

“Is it done? Did he do it?” The guy spoke lowly to the rest of the Research Team and Y/n and Sasuke barely resisted the urge to roll their eyes.

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say yes.” Tsunade said sarcastically. Sasuke licked at the bites and dark hickeys on his Minnow’s neck and shoulder to soothe any aches and to help the deeper ones heal faster. His member pulsated inside her as he recovered from his powerful orgasm. He had touched himself before to the thought of her but he never could have anticipated just how good she felt around him. He felt like he was in Heaven with her so tightly wrapped around him. Her heat clenching around his cock so snugly.

In the afterglow of their orgasms, Sasuke felt his arm getting tired from holding himself up and his tail aching from exhaustion from thrusting inside his little mate while keeping himself from falling back into the pool. Carefully, he maneuvered her in his hold to gently pull her into the water with him, though making sure they didn’t go under. Her grip on him tightened and her other arm shot to wrap around his shoulders making him chuckle. The deep sound sent a shiver down her spine and a blush to her cheeks as well as a vibration through her body from where their chests were pressed together. As an afterthought, Sasuke quickly discarded the ruined fabric of her skirt to the edge of the tank before he continued on with his movements with her.

“Don’t worry, Minnow.” He cooed to her as he moved to float on the water with her on his chest, slightly swishing his tail to keep them afloat. “I won’t let you fall in. Promise.” He nosed at her temple and pressed a kiss there.

“How do you feel?” Tsunade asked, addressing his little Mate.

“Full. Warm.” She spoke dazedly, snuggling into his chest comfortably.

“Good. From the looks of it, you should be pregnant in no time. We’ll monitor your progress and stats to make sure everything is all good and we’ll set up on-site lodgings for you. Let us know as soon as you find out when you’re pregnant. Since we observed this time, we technically don’t have to observe more of the breeding and mating but if it didn’t take this time, I’d like to observe your next session just to see if there are any differences, if that's okay with you. And, I’d like to ask, is there anything that we didn’t see that happened?” Tsunade inquired, eyes flicking between the couple and her notepad.

“Well.. Right now, we’re stuck.” Sasuke’s little Mate spoke softly, almost unsure.

“‘Stuck’? What do you mean?” Shizune asked, incredibly intrigued.

“I knotted her. We’re tied together until it goes down.” Sasuke spoke up, his voice slightly annoyed like he wanted this to be over and to have time alone with his good little Minnow.

“So you’re species has a knot! Interesting!” She spoke excitedly and quickly scribbled it down in her notepad. Sasuke huffed and nuzzled into his Mate’s hair and inhaled her scent. Her scent, enhanced by the vigorous physical activity and it sent a fuzzy pleasurable haze to his brain that had his chest rumbling with a purr.

“Well, I don’t believe there’s anything else we need to observe, so let’s all head out and leave the couple be. And yes, that means everyone.” Tsunade spoke, adding sharply at the end as her harsh gaze landed on the guy that had been far too invested with the view. Sasuke, glad that the woman had realized their want for privacy, let out a small, quiet sigh of relief and watched them all file out. He glared and bared his teeth at the guy who insisted on leaving last and walked slowly to glance back at them. When he saw the Mer’s expression, he quickly filed out with the others. The raven-haired Mer stroked over his Mate’s bare back and soothed her hip where his grip had surely planted bruises.

“Gonna be such a good momma to our pups. Such a good mate. So so good.” He cooed at her and planted kisses on her face before landing on her lips. It was sweet compared to the rough, lustful, and debauched kisses from not long ago. His cock remained buried inside her with his knot plugging her up to keep his hot cum, his potent seed inside, to make sure she was properly and thoroughly bred. She hummed happily against his lips and relaxed against him as he slowly guided them to the small island trainers coaxed him onto during shows where they could simply rest.

Once they were settled, it didn’t take long for them to drift off, pleasurable heat warming them both and lulling them into a comfortable state. His knot remained full whilst they drifted and stayed as such for a while after they fell asleep. His member easily slipped out of her and back into his sheath once his knot softened enough. They stayed comfortably cuddled together until morning when the sound of the separation sliding open echoed in the otherwise silent area. In walked Shizune with a towel, clothes, and a kind smile as she approached the edge of the pool.

“Good morning. I know your clothes were, unfortunately, damaged,” she sent a teasing look at Sasuke who blushed and looked away with a small ��hmph’, “so I thought I’d bring you a change of clothes. I’d also like to give you a small physical check-up after last night to make sure everything is all good and dandy. Afterwards, I have breakfast inside for you.” The kind woman spoke gently with a soft gaze.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Shizune! I really appreciate it.” Y/n smiled at her and looked back at Sasuke to silently communicate if it was okay for her to leave for a bit. He wasn’t quite pleased with it but he knew it was more than reasonable. To show his understanding he leaned up and captured her lips sweetly as his hands softly ran over the skin of her back and sides. Carefully, she lifted herself off of him, slightly wincing at the soreness in her hips and between her thighs. Instantly, he moved and held onto her firmly as he maneuvered them both further into the water to swim her back to the edge. Kissing him in silent thanks, she climbed out and accepted the towel with a smile at Shizune.

“See you in a bit, Minnow,” Sasuke said, he rested his chin on his crossed arm on the edge and looked up at her, admiring the view of her naked body. He was so used to staring at her in her cute little swimsuits and just imagining what she would look like without the coverage and actually seeing it was so much better than anything he could have imagined. The planes and curves of her body were so enticing that he knew he would never get tired of seeing her bare like that. Seeing her stomach as she dropped the towel to put on the clothes Shizune brought, he couldn’t wait to see it swell his child, to have physical evidence that she’s his.

“See you soon, love.” She cooed back at him as she pulled the shirt over her head after she buttoned the skirt closed. His whole face perked up at the nickname and he couldn’t stop the purr that erupted from his chest. Chuckling, she kneeled down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before she stood to leave.

Exiting the shelter, she saw that the separation to the Aquatic Water Serpents was open while the morning crew did their rounds and fed the Mers, and performed check-ups if necessary. The younglings were occupied with the feeders and if any of them needed check-ups while Iruka was freely resting in the tank. When he saw her and Shizune passing by he quickly made his way to the edge to get to them.

“Hey.” He got their attention with a hiss, though remained quiet enough to not attract the attention of the younglings, “You’re lucky the younglings were already asleep down in the cove with how loud you were being.” He hissed out with a slight glare with no real heat behind it. Instantly, her face erupted with heat as her eyes widened in mortification. With a shrill whine of embarrassment, she buried her face in her hand with a muffled apology to the serpent. With Sasuke’s separation left open for the morning crew, he heard Iruka’s words and smirked. He was suddenly smug like he had never been before. A cockiness filled his chest as he reveled in the knowledge that he had made his Mate feel so good that she was loud enough to be heard through the walls. Instantly, he made the decision to ensure that he always made her feel that good.

He’d have her screaming his name every time.

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Wedding Bells

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN finally say “I do!”,

It was the night before the big day. The day that YN and Harry finally say “I do!”. Wanting to keep the ceremony very intimate, only inviting close family and friends, the couple decide they would get married in a small wedding venue that was tucked away in the countryside of Yorkshire. 

Harry had been whisked away from his soon to be bride, by the men but Louis stayed by his sister’s side for the evening. The two siblings were sat together on the balcony of YN’s room, silence surrounded them as they enjoyed a moment a quiet after a busy day. 

Louis eyed up his sister as she sat in her “bride” robe, her now large bump poking out, her hand that held her engagement ring stroking back and forth where the little Styles grew. “Any nerves Tiny?”. 

She glanced over at Louis, who was still sipping on his bottle of beer from earlier on in the evening. “No…nothing…I’m actually excited”.

“I suppose that’s when you know you’ve found true love!”. He thought out loud, knowing his sister was lucky to find that type of love when she was young. 

“Good thing we didn’t listen to you ey?”. YN tried to break the serious of the conversation, earning a smirk from Louis. 

“I was so annoyed…and now look we’re sat here on the night before your wedding!”. Louis reached over to hold her hand in comfort. 

“You’re the best brother…you know that don’t you?”. YN could feel the tears rise from within her chest, the moment making her emotional. 

“Of fookin’ course!”. Louis sassily pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder. “Now less about me and let’s get you into bed before I have the girls pestering me about you needing your sleep”. 

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YN couldn’t believe how her evening had gone from calm and quiet, to the next morning being chaotic. Her room was filled with every person possible, her makeup artist and hairstylist were being put to work. Louis had left once he could see the chaos about to start, but not before whispering “it’s all about you today Tiny” in her ear and placing a brotherly kiss on her cheek.

After what felt like hours, YN stood in front her bridal party that included all his sisters and breaking tradition, Louis too. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful bride before!”. Anne was the first to speak, as she wrapped her arm around Louis who was gulping down his tears.

YN wore a flattering white grown, that showed of her bump elegantly as it flowed down her body and left a small trail behind her. Her face was covered in light make up, giving her a natural look to her pregnancy glow. Her hair was placed in a low up do with a slight curl framing her face.

“You look absolutely breathtaking!” Lottie complimented as she dabbed her eye with a tissue, careful not to smudge her own makeup.

“I hope Harry’s got some tissues ready…’cause he’s definitely going to need some!”. Louis caused the whole room to laugh as he all held their tissues ready.

A knock at the door disturbed them as they all looked at Mark who wore a smoke. “It’s time for a wedding!”.

YN couldn’t help but feel giddy knowing that within the next hour she would get to call Harry her husband and she would be Mrs Styles, no longer sharing a last name with her siblings. The thought caused an internal meltdown in her head.

“Tiny? What’s wrong?”. Louis was the last person to leave the room before YN. He hurried to her side.

“I won’t have the same last name as you or the girls anymore”. YN’s concern was real, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

Louis couldn’t get but let out a little chuckle. “YN…your last name may change today…but you’ll always be a Tomlinson in there.” He gestured to her heart.

“How do you always know what to say?”. She asked as she pulled herself together again, not wanting to walk down the aisle with tear marks.

“Stop procrastinating…you have a man waiting to marry you!”. Louis playfully moved YN closer to the door.

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The sound of ‘Ocean Eyes’ by Billie Eilish sang through the room, as YN and her father stood at the double doors. YN couldn’t help but smile as she watched Daisy walk down the aisle first with Doris and Ernest, both holding her hand as they smiled at everyone the walked passed.

Next, Phoebe walked carefully behind, Olive in her arms wearing a beautiful ivory flower girl dress as she sat in her mother’s arms. The newborn caused the other guests to ‘awe’ at her cuteness.

Lottie and Lucky trailed behind the others, but the little toddler caused some laughter as he tried to run down the aisle.

Louis and Freddie were the last ones to walk down the aisle before YN. The bond they shared really showed as they both wore the same smile and how Freddie gave Harry a fist pump before he found his chair.

“Are you ready darling?”. YN heard her father as he held open his arm for her. His smile matching hers as he got ready to give his first daughter away.

“I think I’ve been ready for the last twelve years”. YN marched his smile as she spoke true words. She looped her arm through his and they both took their first steps down the aisle.

As she takes her steps down the aisle, she couldn’t help but notice all the familiar faces that had come to celebrate her and Harry today. The people she will always be grateful for.

She spotted Sarah, Mitch and the other members of the love band all sat in a row together. But causing her to smile and let out a giggle was Pauli mouthing the words “saucy” to her. These were the group of people who she got to call family for the last few years.

Next, she spotted Harry’s uncle, auntie and cousins, all smiling brightly back at her as they officially welcome her to be a part of their family.

The next three faces that all say together was a pinch me moment for YN. There sat Niall, Liam and Zayn, all of them amused by her jaw dropping expression that she quickly covered up. The three boys that took her on like a sister since she was sixteen, the ones who she caused chaos with on tour, the three people who always showed up for her.

Before setting eyes on her grandparents and siblings, three empty seats reserved for special people caught her eye and it was in that moment that reality hit her, her Mum wouldn’t see her marry the love of her life. But catching Anne’s eye brought her some comfort as she mouthed “I love you” to her as she wiped her tears.

As they reached the bottom of the aisle, she was face to face with Harry who was wiping away his tears at the sight of his bride. “You look so beautiful…you literally took my breath away”. He whispered as Mark placed YN’s hand in his. Louis took his place next to YN whilst Gemma remained by Harry’s side.

“Friends and family, we have come here today at the invitation of Harry and YN to share in the joy of their wedding”.

Harry and YN couldn’t help but get lost in each others eyes as the registrar spoke. They both felt like young teenagers again, as they let out childish smiles and giggles.

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“The bride and groom have written their own vows and wish to read them…YN..you may begin”. The registrar instructed as he looked between the couple.

“Harry…I could stand here all day and list everything I love about you. But I think everyone in this room has already heard it a million times. From the moment I met you, I knew deep down you were the one. You taught me how to love myself, you showed me love on a different level, you have been there by my side through all the good and bad times and I will always love you for that. Harry you are my best friend, my soulmate and I can’t wait to call you my husband and the father to our children. This is our forever and always”.

YN took a deep breath and smiled up at Harry, as he used his knuckle to wipe his eye before the tear escaped. “I love you”.

“Harry…you may now read your vows”. The man instructed.

“YN…whilst you come across as sassy, strong willed and a bit of a potty mouth, what others don’t always see is your loving, caring and kindhearted side. I’ve been lucky to see that side of you for the last twelve years and I can’t wait to see it for the rest of my life. You’re the most beautiful, strong and determined woman I’ve ever met and I love you for it. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime and as much as I can’t wait to call you my wife, I’m even more excited for us to be Mum and Dad. I love you forever and always!”.

The guests let out a cheer as the couple finished their vows, causing the pair to go giddy with a coy smiles.

“Do you Harry Edward Styles take YN Olivia Tomlinson be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.

“I do!”. Harry gave a boy-ish smile to his bride, one that showed his dimples as he placed the wedding band on her finger above her engagement ring.

“Do you YN Olivia Tomlinson take Harry Edward Styles be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.

Without hesitation, a large grin shinning through that caused her eyes to sparkle, YN spoke the words Harry had longed to hear. “I do!”. She carefully pushed the band along his finger.

They both beamed at eachother as they waited for the famous next line.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…Harry you may now kiss your bride!”.

Having been deprived of each others touch and presence since the night before, Harry wasted no time reaching for her cheek to bring their lips together. YN could feel them both smile against the others lips as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. Their guests cheered and clapped as they watched on in happiness.

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The reception area was decorated in fairy lights and Polaroid photos of YN and Harry were hung around the room, dating back from when they first met.

Harry and YN were sat on the top table, with Louis and her grandparents next to YN and Gemma, Anne and Des next to Harry. The newlyweds were in their own bubble as they huddled together, whispering in each others ears and stealing quick kisses.

With the guest all full from their three course meal and itching to get on the dance floor, Gemma rose from her chair as she was given a microphone to speak.

“Hello everyone…I’m Gemma and as the Best Woman I’d like to say a few words”. She glanced at Harry, before speaking again. “Harry…my baby brother who followed me around is married. For everyone who knows my brother, will know how amazing he is…he’s selfless, warm hearted and one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. When I say I’m proud of you Harry, it doesn’t justify how proud I am…watching you grow from a little boy to a grown man has been an absolute pleasure. I love you baby brother!”. The guests all clapped as Gemma took a breath. “I will be honest…growing up I always believed there would be no one good enough for Harry…but the day I found out that YN had won my brother over, is the day I changed my mind. I’ve never met two people who are meant for each other, and as much as I would like to say welcome to the family YN…I think it’s safe to say you spend more time at my Mum’s than I do”. The joke caused a sea of laughter from the guests but also YN as she did spend a lot of time at Anne’s. “In seriousness…I wish you all the happiness as your family grows and I love you both!”.

Everyone lifts their drinks in a cheers and in agreement of Gemma’s words. Louis takes this as his cue to stand.

“‘Elle everyone…I’m Louis and YN has decided to be different and instead of having a Maid of Honour…she’s got me a Maid of Man…I know it’s exactly what I was thinking!”. Louis made the rook laugh at his attempt of a joke, only causing YN to playfully tap his arm. “For those who know us Tomlinson, you’ll know we’re a large family…I was an only child until YN was born. The day my first baby sister was born, was the day I met my best friend for life…from kids to adults we are inseparable and I wouldn’t have it any other way. YN…you’re a married woman with a baby on the way but you’ll always be my little sister and I love you more than you know”. YN wiped away her tears as Harry gently rubbed his hand along her back in comfort. “Harry…you’re my best friend and when I first learnt that you and YN were a thing…I was skeptical and went into big brother mode…but with some wild old words from Grandad Len here…I saw sense…and over the last twelve years I’ve watched your love for my sister grow…you have cared and supported her and our family though some dark times and I will always be grateful to you…but most importantly you’re the only person who could put up with YN’s pregnancy hormones because I’ve never seen something change so quickly!”. Louis’ sense of humour took a hit with the guest as they all shared a giggle, as Harry nodded in agreement. “But I wish you all the best in your long married life and your future together…YN…Harry…we love you!”.

“To YN and Harry!”.

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Between her pregnancy bladder and large wedding gown, YN had spent the last twenty minutes with the help from Lottie in the ladies bathroom. But as she exited she was pleasantly surprised to see all the guest mingling.

She stood for a few moments of searching the room, she spotted her husband in the corner chatting away. YN made a bee line for him, not wanting to be away from him a minute longer than she needed to be.

YN slid up to Harry’s side, and naturally his arm draped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The couple shared a quick peck as they reunited.

“Well someone fookin’ pinch me but I swear I see One Direction standing in front of me”. YN couldn’t help but tease as the five boys all stood together.

“You never change do you babe? Still our number one fan”. Zayn laughed as his eyes scrunched slightly and his tongue poked through his teeth.

“I’m loyal Zayn…can’t say the same for you lot…eighteen months you said”. The boys knew YN was teasing but it didn’t stop them all from giving each other a side eye. “So is my wedding present a performance?”.

When the boys looked between each other but remained silent, YN broke the silence. “Well it was a try…I’ll have to get this little peanut to nag you when she’s here…you’re not going to say no to your daughter or niece are you?”.

“YN…it’s your wedding day…you’re not surely still going to talk about One Direction?”. Liam laughed as he noticed Harry give him a look of not to say a word.

“Exactly Liam…it’s my wedding day and I want One Direction to perform”. YN said with sass as she flicked her hip out and placed her hand on it.

“God I love you aye….don't ever change!”. Niall only encouraged YN’s behaviour, Harry could only assume it was because their friendship was so strong.

”On that note…I’m going to find Lottie again because this little bubba is sitting on me bladder again”. YN hurried off after placing another peck on Harry’s lips.

“And just think lad….you’ll have a mini YN running around soon!”. Louis playfully tapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the other boys to laugh at Harry’s wide eyes.

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“Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome Mr and Mrs Styles to the dance floor for their first dance!”.

The newlyweds walked hand in hand to the dance floor, smiles beaming at eachother as wrapped his arms around her waist and YN’s reached up to wrapped around his neck.

When she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes

Well, it kinda scares me

The way that she drives me wild

And she drives me wild

They gently danced across the floor, both too busy wrapped up in each other to notice their family and friends watching on in awe, some videoing the special moment whilst others stood their and lived in the moment.

Beautiful, crazy

She can't help but amaze me

The way that she dances

Ain't afraid to take chances

And wears her heart on her sleeve

Yeah, she's crazy

But her crazy's beautiful to me

As Harry had his head resting near YN’s ear, he sang the words to her causing a shy smile to land her lips. After waiting twelve years, they were finally a married couple with their baby girl on the way and life couldn’t be better.

“I love you Mr Styles!”.

“I love you Mrs Styles!”.

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Kinktober- (19)- Masks

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Natasha convinces you to meet her in the bathroom during a Halloween party

Warnings/Tags: Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Risky Sex, Dom Natasha/Sub Reader, Fingering, Strap-ons, Halloween Party

Kinktober Masterlist

Securing your white mask, you walked into the party Tony was hosting, the theme being Halloween but with the rule that you must wear a mask. Most people wore masquerade style masks, their outfits fitting into the theme as they deemed other masks too childish and so on, the others wearing the extravagant and crazy masks for children. Your eyes scanned the room for a certain redhead, her fiery red locks nowhere to be seen.

After an hour or so, you were on the dancefloor, body swaying to the music as others joined you, a few a little tipsy. Soon, a body pressed into your back, her perfume invading your senses while her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against her. A large bulge could be felt as you shifted your hips against hers, a low groan leaving you at the idea of her wearing a strap on under her outfit.

“Want to make a deal with the Devil?” she purrs out, voice sultry in your ear as you tilt your head back to see her, green eyes trying to lure you into her trap. You smiled at her outfit, a red lace masquerade mask over her eyes, devil horns peeking out of her red locks and a crimson dress that was sinfully short hugging her body.

“Now that wouldn’t be very angelic of me,” you whisper back, her eyes racking over your outfit. White and gold covered your body, the white robe you wore teasingly showing off your breasts, a slit on your thigh to expose more skin. “I won’t be tempted by such evil,” you tease, grinning at her while her eyes darken as they continue to take your outfit in.

“Are you sure Dorogaya?” she hums out mouth moving to your neck as she places a hot open-mouthed kiss along the skin. “I’m sure I could tempt you,” her hands pull you against her body, grinding you against the strap on she was wearing.

“And how would you do that?” her hands drift to your front, lowering until her nails scratch against the bare skin on your thigh, moving dangerously close to your core.

“I have a few ideas in mind,” you could feel her smirking against your neck as she hears the small whimper that escaped you, “But first, you need to make the deal with me.”

“What’s the deal?” you sigh out when she grinds into you, the people nearby unaware of what was going on.

“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes and I’ll make you come so hard around my cock,” at her dirty words, you groan, the idea of her taking you in the bathroom, pounding into you where anyone could walk in, ignites a heat between your legs. With that said, she walks off, you turning back to see her wink at you before strolling towards the bathroom.

Exactly five minutes later, you cautiously open the door to the bathroom, a smile taking over your face when you see her leaning against the sink. Her soft smile soon turns predatory as she stalks towards you, your face flushing under her intense gaze.

“Good girl,” she praises in a husky tone, her fingers gripping your jaw and tilting your head up to look at her, Natasha lowering her face till her lips ghosted yours. “I thought you wouldn’t be tempted by such evil,” she mocks your earlier words, her body still moving, making you step backwards until you hit the wall.

“I had a change of heart,” she chuckles lowly at your words, mouth mere millimetres away from yours now.

“I bet you did,” she mutters out, crashing her lips to your making you moan at how hungry and desperate it was. Her tongue swipes over your bottom lip, seeking entrance that you're willing to give, letting her have complete control over you. Her hands drift down your body swiftly, not wasting any time as you don’t want to get caught, fingers brushing over your clit through your panties. “You’re dripping Dorogaya,” she whispers against your lips in between messy kisses.

“Please,” you whimper out when she slides your panties to the side, fingers running through the abundance of arousal that's gathered between your legs before sliding into your entrance effortlessly. Natasha moans into the kiss at how you clench around her slender digits every time they hit your velvety walls, a broken moan escaping you when she hits your weak spot. “I need your cock,” you groan, pulling back from the kiss and letting your head rest against the tiled wall, her mouth attacking your neck instead.

“I got to get you ready for me first,” she murmurs, teeth scraping the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel her thrusting her fingers into you faster now, curling them beautifully inside you, moans freely tumbling out of your mouth until she presses her free hand over it, muffling the sinful noises. When she deems you’re stretched out enough, she spins you around, your hands flat on the wall as she lines herself up with your soaked entrance.

“I’m not going to be gentle Dorogaya,” is the last thing she rasps out to you before thrusting the whole toy in, a guttural moan being ripped from the back of your throat, pleasure washing through your body. One hand grips your hips as she pulls out so only the tip remains inside you before slamming her hips into you. The sound of skin slapping echoes around the room as she pounds into you from behind, her hand still clamped over your mouth as you practically scream against it. You can feel the toy hitting all your weak spots, your mind clouding with pleasure and euphoria as she fucks you into submission.

“Harder,” you moan out loud enough for her to hear even with her hand over your mouth, her hips snapping into you with more force, your body moving forward with each powerful thrust.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for me,” she groans out, the hand on your hips moving down to spank your ass, you groan against her palm. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?” You nod your head fervently, a muffled ‘Yes’ echoing around the room. “Are you going to come?” she pants out, finding it harder to thrust into you as you’re clenching around her so much.

“Yes, please let me come,” you moan out, her hand moving her s brief moment before covering your mouth when your body tenses, pussy spasming around her as your orgasm rips through you. Your scream is muffled, legs shaking as she fucks you through your orgasm, letting you ride out your high before pulling out, you whimper in response at feeling so empty.

“Fuck,” you sigh out, turning around and leaning against the wall as you feel your legs tremble and shake, her chuckling at your unsteadiness as she tucks the strap on away so that it won’t show through her dress.

“What’s wrong Dorogaya?” she teases, pressing you further into the wall and supporting your body.

“Don’t,” you grumble at her taunting words, moving your head and pressing a few kisses at the skin.

“Don’t what? Gloat about the fact that I fucked you so hard you can’t stand?” Her words make you flush, an embarrassed noise leaving you.

“Nat-”

“Oh my god guys, get a room,” Carol and Valkyrie comment while walking into the bathroom, seeing Natasha pinning you to the wall and thinking you're just about to fuck. You let out another embarrassed noise, this time the other three women laughing at your flustered and awkward state.

“Come on Dorogaya,” is all Natasha says, ignoring the lewd gestures and teasing comments coming from the others, and guiding you out of the room with one destination on her mind.

Tonight was definitely far from over…

[localplaguenurse]

pantalone girl dad headcannons? for ya girl with daddy issues? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ve had this very concept rattling around in my brain for a while, in part because of the brainstorming I did for the discontinued Helina fic. Honestly, if I do ever bring that back (do not hold me to that my beta reader WILL kill me), I think I’d just do the occasional one shot. I guess these will also sort of count as spoilers but again, not writing it, so it’s better to just get it out of my head here. Also, I do have another dad Pantalone one shot from when I first started writing that may be a nice read afterwards.

Okay, that’s my rambling quota for the day. I have headcanons to write!

Notes: Because most of this was from my discontinued dad Pantalone fic, it’s all focused purely on the father-daughter relationship. Other than that, mainly domestic fluff with a few references to Pantalone’s impoverished background.

Pantalone Being a Girl Dad

He never thought he’d be one of those “girl dads.” Not that he wouldn’t love a little girl of his own, but because he found the notion a bit silly. What difference does it make if it’s a little girl instead of a little boy?

In spite of that, the moment she’s placed in his arms and he sees her little face, he is absolutely smitten. She’s this tiny squealing thing with dull eyes and hardly any hair, and already he’s completely wrapped around her tiny wrinkly finger.

(Or technically it’s her tiny wrinkly baby fist wrapped around his finger, but that’s all semantics.)

When his daughter was a little baby, he had to stop wearing his chain so she wouldn’t yank his glasses off his face. He still wore his rings, though he made sure to wear ones that were smooth or didn’t have many stones on the off chance she started gnawing on his fingers while he wasn’t looking. He’d feel awful if she cut her little gums.

Never baby talks to his daughter. He’ll coo and hum and speak softly, but no special baby talk voice. He instead speaks to her like he would anyone else. Those two would have full on (mostly one sides) conversations where his daughter would babble incoherent baby nonsense, and he’d start yapping as if she’s made some brilliant argument.

Having a chatterbox for a father results in two things, the first being that his little girl starts talking before other babies her age, and then other is that she can and often will fall asleep in the middle of him talking to her.

Best bedtime story reader, period.

Her first word was “dada” and the way Pantalone was beaming the rest of the week, you’d think his vast fortune had doubled overnight.

Loves brushing and styling his daughter’s hair. Will braid ribbons into her hair for special occasions, or if she asks nicely and he has the time. 

Whenever she gets a new dress, she makes a big show of spinning around to show off how cute she looks. Pantalone smiles and claps every time, getting a big grin from his little girl.

I headcanon Pantalone has a rather thorough skincare routine, so I like to imagine she joins him before getting ready for bed. She doesn’t need a million lotions, creams and cleansers, goodness no, so instead she just gets a good face wash, brushes her teeth and combs her hair. It’s a good way to get her settled and ready for bed, and it’s good to teach her personal hygiene early in life so she’ll know what to do when she actually needs those cleansers.

(Plus, seeing her father covered in green goo is really funny.)

Because I also headcanon Pantalone as being prone to developing tinea veriscolor, his daughter would also have it, and in that case he rubs some tea tree oil on her skin where it would be most affected, primarily the neck and shoulder areas.

He spoils her, of course, but is very careful not to spoil her rotten. While he’d love to provide his flesh and blood with a childhood he never had– one where there is always a roof over their heads, food on the table, and all the best toys and clothes money can buy– he’s spent too much time around the snotty brats his various partners and clients have (hardly) raised and he is not tolerating that sort of behaviour from his own daughter.

While he certainly buys her the best toys and clothes he can (anything for his little princess), he works to instill a sense of value in such items, the idea that you must take care of your possessions because you may not be able to truly replace them.

He’ll leave repairing any torn or stained clothes to professional tailors, he himself will take to stitching up a ripped teddy bear or doll when his daughter brings them to him. He takes them from her before wiping away the tears in her little eyes.

Unexpected perks to being a father: using your child as an excuse to not talk to that really annoying client who hasn’t taken the seven business proposal rejections as a hint already.

They have actual tea parties. It’s their designated daddy-daughter bonding time where she gets to tell him all about school or her friends or anything remotely interesting.

Yapping is a dominant gene it would appear, though his daughter has also become a rather good listener. She’s also very good at math.

Whenever Pantalone has to travel for work, he will always bring something back for his little girl. Sometimes it’s a new toy or game, or new clothes that match the style of wherever he visits, or new kinds of candy to try. When she’s older, he might even start bringing her along if he’ll be gone for extended periods of time.

He absolutely commissioned a tiny harbinger coat for her. I will not be swayed.

That said, he isn’t always perfect. There will be times where frustration gets the better of him and he snaps at her when she is misbehaving or is pestering him when he needs to focus. The guilt is instantaneous, and gets worse when he sees tears well up in her eyes. He crouches to her level and apologizes, offering a hug as well. She’ll usually take him up on it, though he’ll respect her boundaries if she wants space, even if it does break his heart a little bit.

Sometimes his rough upbringing comes up, and it’s usually in regards to food. He’s definitely had the “when I was your age I had to eat from the trash” or “there are starving children on the streets” talk whenever his daughter was picky about food. Arlecchino happened to be visiting once when he brought it up again, and she had to explain that such talk would give her a complex regarding food.

He’ll try a different approach after that talk. Maybe it’s not so much the food, but rather how it’s prepared that is the issue, or maybe some ingredients can be substituted to create an equally nutritious but more palatable meal?

When she gets sick, he tries not to let his worry show. He knows it’s a cold, he does, and he knows that a little medicine and plenty of rest will help her, but all he can think of are the sickly children he grew up alongside and how horribly ill they were before… never mind that, it’s a cold, she’ll be fine.

At the end of the day, he only wants the absolute best for his daughter. He wants to love her the way he wishes he was loved.

He sometimes doubts if he’s truly doing a good enough job of raising her, wondering if he’s too strict at times or not strict enough, or if he’s providing for her financially but not quite meeting her emotional needs. She’ll never know about those doubts, though. He won’t let her.

Still, he must be doing something right to have such a bright daughter who never forgets to say “please” and “thank you,” who is more excited to hug her dad after a long trip than open the presents he brings her, and always tells her she loves him before she dozes off to sleep.

[umari-xiv]

DWC - Haze.

It was not often sleep troubled Umari but when it did she could be found wandering carelessly through the woods. This morning was no different as she wore a black skirt with a slit reaching up half her thigh and a white sheer button up that was poorly buttoned and hung off one of her shoulders. Despite being barefooted she walked with a certain grace mindful that the woods were also still half asleep. The ground beneath her still as cold as death and the sun's rays had barely started to show.

The warmth she once had from the comfort of her bed was replaced by the chill of the morning's air. It was a moment of bliss and the only real connection she had to her former life. As she walked deeper into the woods she stooped for a moment and sat down. Those golden rays began caressed her exposed flesh providing a bit of warmth as she closed her eyes and let out a relaxing sigh. Nothing could disturb this moment or so she thought.

"Uma!" The sound of a high pitched voice came from behind.

"If I ignore it... It's not there..." Umari thought to herself. She kept her eyes closed and continued her slow breathing until she was tackled by a familiar face. Sybil wrapped her arms around Umari's neck, clinging to her back like a child seeking a piggy back ride.

"You left me!" Her tired face looked at Umari ready to burst into tears, "What if you got eaten! I would be masterless again!" Sybil began breathing rather heavy and reached for her chewy Hex was so kind to give her.

"Another troubled night?"

A second familiar voice came from behind causing Umari to let out a frustrated sigh. Her head tilted back as she saw Voss standing there already dressed for the day, "Something like that." She then tried her best to free herself from Sybil's grasp, "Sybil, I think I can hear your best friend slowly waking.. Why don't you give him one of your usual greetings. You know how much he loves them."

Sybil's attention perked up, "Beasty is awake?! That means snack time!" It didn't take long for Sybil to drop her chewy and rush back into the house ready to give someone else more gray hairs.

"A moth to a flame." Voss said chuckling knowing all too well who she was going to annoy. Voss sat down beside Umari wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. "Same dream?"

She rested her head on his shoulder and nodded, "Despite how real it feels I can hardly remember it."

"Maybe because I wasn't in it. If I was then you could remember it as clear as day."

She lifted her head up and gave him a stare, "Shut up." She rested her head back on his shoulder, "In truth my former life feels like a haze. All I can really remember is everything after that mistake."

"Well isn't that a good thing? Look how far you've come from then. The company you keep, the men beside you.. Meaning me and Hex.. Anyone else tries to come near you and I am certain they would have to pass the inspection. Given how valuable you are to Hex I am certain that anything that wounds you he would gladly destroy. Him and Sybil would have the perfect play date if you get what I mean."

"That is one clean up I would want to avoid." A slight chuckle escape her lips as she stared out watching the sun rise.

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes, but it is not like I could ever go back. So for now... This will have to do. At least there is still somewhat a connection."

Silence filled the air once again and despite having her eyes closed shut tears began to fall. It was extremely rare for Umari to show weakness in front of anyone and yet in this moment she could no longer hold it in. Tears turned into an actual cry as she covered her face from the world.

Voss didn't need to know the story he heard it once and it was enough to set the bastard into a fit of rage. He stood up only to bend down and slip his arms under her legs and carry her bridal style in his arms. Her face found comfort in the curve of his neck, "Let it out love. I think you've held on to it for far too long."

He didn't turn to head back home but instead carried her deeper into the woods.

She had loved..

She made sacrifices, sacrifices that kept her from her home, her family and friends. Her loyalty was unlike any other but when it came to love a price was always meant to be paid. Now her biggest regret came in dreams, a foggy vision of her past life with memories that were slowly being forgotten.

He carried her for what felt like hours until eventually she fell back to sleep in his arms, "I got you love." His words hushed as he carried her back inside. As he made it in he was about to be tackled until the miqo'te came to a full stop. V'shesre's green eyes shifted from Voss to the slumbering Umari.

"It happened again?"

He simply nodded trying to be as quiet as a mouse trying to get her back to her chambers, "I think she'll need that vial love. It was bad this time. Speak nothing of it, leave it on her nightstand."

V'shesre nodded and quickly rushed to her room seeking a vial from her satchel. She came rushing in watching Voss carefully place Umari in her bed, grabbing the blankets and covering her. V'shesre placed the vial on the nightstand as well as a tea bag.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" She asked in a concern tone.

"She always is. She just needs time." Voss grabbed V'shesre's hand leading them both out and closed the door behind them.

She stayed asleep this time only having dreams of the future.

mentions: @hex-xiv

@daily-writing-challenge

[astoldbyaja]

Foreign Treasure - AU Demon Slayer - Random Plot 1 - How he met his Treasure

Summary: Gyutaro is brought a woman who is not like the other women he's fucked and eaten. And of course he's gonna keep her and of course sexual things and possible shenanigans are in their future.Multiple one shots of Gyutaro and my OC Amara.

Black Female OC, MDNI, 18+, Smut, Explicit Content

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I have never heard of a place such as the entertainment district. But then again, there wasn’t a lot I knew about in Japan. My name is Amara. I was born in America, but my parents sold me to a Japanese businessman in hopes to save me from a life of horror in the Jim Crow south… that’s all I really remembered being their reasoning.

Hideki Naka was a very rich businessman in Japan. He was more than happy to show me off. His little African maid, he called me to his associates. He taught me how to speak Japanese and German.

The moon was earie in this so-called Entertainment district. I didn’t like it. There were so many sinners here… but then again, I was forced to be a sinner too. I sat quietly in the carriage as Hideki looked out the window in happiness at the different brothels we passed. There was no hood over this carriage so I could see many people in kimonos and white make up. But they could also see me.

People eyed me like I was some statue at a museum or an animal in a zoo. There weren’t many like me here, I could assume. I had thick curly hair braided up and, in a bun, I wore a black dress with a white apron wrapped around me. They pointed at me, women, men… laughing at the sight of me.

“Pay them no mind, Amara. They’re all just stunned by your unique beauty.” Hideki says almost in a fatherly tone. I looked down and nodded. It’s odd how he talks so soft to me sometimes. He was the first man to take me when I was thirteen.

“I know that.” I replied gently looking down at my black boots and he nodded. I glanced up at the brothels to see men and women, oirans, Hideki calls them, looking down on me with lustful eyes.

“Now you have been called by one of the most prominent oirans of the district, Warabihime is her name, and she resides in Kyogoku House.” he said. I looked up at him curiously and tilted my head.

“A woman wants to spend the night with me?” I asked, and Hideki laughed some.

“No, but a known male associate of hers does. It seems while we were here on business a few nights ago, you caught his eyes in passing, so he wants to meet with you according to Warabihime.”

Strange, I have passed many people on the streets but never once noted any man who looked at me with interest. But then again interest was never really a good thing when it came to my presence.

“Now this is a private meeting no different than any other meeting you have attended.” he said. Meetings mean having access to my body and in turn brings money to Hideki. In the end he continues to lavish me with gifts on his travels.

“Should I know anything about this associate?” I asked. Hideki merely looked up with a hum, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

“Warabihime did say he has an insecurity about his appearance. I expect you to show great respect and care when he’s touching you and even when he’s on top of you.” he said sternly.

I was being led down the halls of the Kyogoku brothel by two women. I looked at the different women in kimonos with long black hair tied up in beautiful styles I hadn’t ever seen before. The same women eyed me as well and it seemed we were both curious of each other.

“Is she a new oiran?”

“She can’t be look at her skin, she’s covered in dirt.”

“I think that color is her skin!”

The young ladies led me upstairs quietly to the very top of the house. As we moved, I could hear strange noises coming from the walls and I wondered what those noise could be, but I had other thoughts to worry about. This person I was meeting, what did he look like? What was his name?

I never even met Warabihime. Apparently, she was too busy to meet Hideki or me. I was already bathed and clean, still in my black maid’s dress. We walked to the end of the hall and the young ladies slid the doors open and held their hands up for me to enter. So, I did. The room was large and there were a few windows were in the wall across from me. I walked on tatami mat quietly. Was the associate not here yet? The ladies asked me to remove my boots and so I did, including my socks.  The door slid close, their own feet fading away down the hall.

I hadn’t heard any talking or conversations from others on the walk over here. Was the hall empty?

I walked barefoot toward the middle of the room.

“Stop right there.” A voice said making me freeze. The voice was raspy, high pitched and grating almost with a hint of mockery in it too. I looked around noticing the opposite side of the room was dark and a figure was just sitting there. I couldn’t make out who it was because they seemed to have their entire body covered in heavy blankets and a headdress and mask. I was still as I faced the associate. I felt a coldness shoot up my spine as the man sat there.

“Ain’t you gonna say anything?” the voice asked almost annoyed. I tensed, curled my fingers together, and bowed to my feet.

“Hello. My name is Amara. My master said you wanted to see me.” I replied respectfully and softly. There was another few seconds of silence and I swallowed some. Something in my spirit said this was different. Something was wrong.

“Amara… that’s a pretty name… for a pretty girl.” The man drawled. I slowly lifted my head and looked at the man. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he was thing due to seeing bony fingers scratching at his mask. I blinked some more.

“If I may… ask your name as well?” I asked hoping my question didn’t offend him. There was a brief silence.

“Gyutaro.” he muttered, and I nodded. I’ve never heard a name like that before. I nodded respectfully.

“What would you like me to-”

“How do you get your hair like that… to twist the way it does?” he suddenly asked. I had never been asked that before and I just looked up at the ceiling as if to look at the top of my head.

“My hair grows like this.” I replied. I heard a low groan of curiosity come from the figure.

“Take it down.” he commanded. Now my hands moved without much thought, I was used to being commanded. I raised my arms and slowly moved them to my hair removing the pins that held my braid in its neatly wrapped bun. I let my braid fall over my chest and it stopped mid stomach. I heard the man groan a bit more and I was not sure if that was a good noise or not. “Keep going.”

I took even breaths as I nodded removing the hair tie from the end of my braid and unraveling. My curls were now fully down and exposed as some of it fell over my shoulders and the rest fell over my back.

“Wow… you’re a really lucky girl aren’t you. Even with skin like that you’re beautiful.” he said almost bitterly. My chest tightened at his words. What was that supposed to mean? How bad was his skin anyways, was a burn victim perhaps. I instinctively blinked and before I knew it, the man was right in front of me. I gasped out, how did he get here so quickly.

My hands were raised up in front of me by his calloused dry hands.

“Oh wow, your skin is so soft and smooth, smoother than any human I have ever touched before!” he crooned.

‘What? Human’ I thought. I saw the hands that held my wrist connected to bony arms. His fingers were skin and bone as well and pale. To have weak arms like that meant I should be able to pull back from his hold, but his hands, were strong on my wrists like shackles. Black covered his fingernails.

As he began to stand upright, the coverings that surrounded his body began to fall away. My eyes widened as this man’s full form came into view.

A grotesque and menacing form looked down at me with a sinister grin. His gaunt, skeletal frame is covered in sickly green, veiny skin, and his sunken eyes glowed with malice. His face is twisted, with sharp teeth and disheveled hair, making him seem monstrous. His unsettling presence is amplified by his twisted, emaciated appearance, was sending alerts through my mind. He had black splotches over his face and skin almost resembling uneven and irregular stains.

Red belts adorned his neck and arms. He isn’t human. My legs wobbled in shock as I began to fall onto my knees.

I whimpered wanting to say something, anything but no words came from my mouth and Gyutaro looked down at me with wide eyes.

“What, am I too ugly for you to even speak?” he snarled. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I couldn’t stop the scream making its way from my stomach and up my throat.

But a chapped and calloused hand was over my mouth, the grip so hard I felt my face would break. Now I felt rancid breath against my cheek as Gytuaro’s face was inches from my cheek, his body curling around me like a snake as he sat back and then gripped his other arm on my stomach to sit back on my knees as well.

His long legs closed with me inside and his feet pressed together.

“SHUT UP OR I WILL DEVOUR YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!” he snarled, and I feel hot tears stream down my eyes and over his hand as I whimper some. Now another groan escaped from him.

“Oh, how can someone with such dirty skin, feel so soft and smell so good?” he whined. I noticed something shimmering in my eyes and I gasped into his palm noticing a sickle was now coming up to my chest. My eyes widened as I watched it move to my chest. I felt my body tremble.

“Don’t move or else my blade will slice you open, and my poison will kill you in seconds.” he threatened. I closed my eyes listening to the buttons pop off my gown and then I feel a tear at my sleeve. I feel cool air hit my chest and my right arm as I glanced down noticing he had cut open my top and my sleeve. My white bra held my breasts up tight and I was staring at my round mounds for a moment not liking they were exposed. What was this creature going to do to me?

Gyutaro plants the sickle into the ground and holds my arm running his fingers slowly up and down my arm. His other hand is still on my mouth, and I watched as the tips of his fingers slowly moved over my skin from my forearm and down to my fingers.

I noticed the pressure he placed on the top of my palm as if trying to smear something off it.

“Huh? The dirt doesn’t come off… what’s the big idea?” he asked finally looking down at me. I whimper some realizing his hand it still over my mouth and when removes it he uses that hand press me to his skeletal stomach. “What’s wrong with your skin? You sick or something?”

He asked so casually, and I shook my head making him snarl.

“Use your words damnit!” he snarled making me cry out in fear.

“Nothing is wrong! My skin is just brown! I was born this way!” I sobbed out looking away awaiting some type of punishment for my outburst. Now there was silence, and I could feel those same fingers now lightly trailing over my arm again causing me to shiver. I peeked over to see the creature now observing my arms a bit more. Suddenly he began to laugh sinisterly.

“You mean you were born with ugly skin like this! How pathetic can you be!” he snapped and before I knew it, my dress was suddenly torn off me and I yelled out as his lengthy arms locked around me and forced me to his chest.

He’s a demon! He has to be some kind of demon to possess this kind of power! I wanted to scream, but his hold on me was so tight something told me he was testing me, waiting for me to scream so he could constrict me and squeeze the light out of me. I feel his chapped lips at my ear.

“How is it you can be so ugly and yet have such soft beautiful skin. It’s unforgiveable.” he snarls lowly, his fingers continuing to run over my arm. I was as still as a statue now as I feel his nose dip into my right shoulder. I have a closer look at his sharp teeth as he speaks. “So, you’re born with disgusting skin huh… I can’t help but like anything that’s disgusting, useless or pathetic. Guess I can play with you a little bit before I eat you.”

I whimper at his words and watch as his nose begins to move about my shoulder and also down my arm. Oh god, he was going to eat me!

“God your skin is so soft, and smells so good. How can someone smell so good and have hideous skin?” he mutters to himself, and I watch as his large flat tongue begins to run up my arm. All the while his other hand is latched onto my hip in a skin bruising hold. I watch as his nose moves about my skin, a low growl emitting from deep in his chest.

“Your skin… smells good. I can smell your blood. It’s… different. It different from the other human’s I’ve tasted.” he growls. I feel something poking into my lower back and I wince not even wanting to know what it was. Why was he so obsessed with my skin?

I feel a mild pain in my left breast, and I moan out in discomfort as I feel his left hand now pawing at my breast. Now his right hand found my right breast and I felt his hands moving up and down them groping them hard.

“I wonder if the rest of your body is as soft as your arms are, Amara.” he said my name with a sinister purr, and I cry out feeling my breasts being manhandled. I cry and groan out in pain as I feel his hands squeezing at them. “Huh… your breasts are a lot larger than the other women here. Is it because you’re foreign? Do all brown women like you have large breasts? Let’s see!”

I hear a tear and now my breasts are freed from the cotton prison, and I cry out as my bra is thrown to the side. I see Gyutaro lean over my right side as he looks at my breasts almost to examine them.

“Oh wow, your breasts are large… and your nipples are perky too!” he said almost with excitement. I see his hands suddenly approach both my nipples and in seconds I feel both of them being pinched hard and I cry out in pain as he tugs them forward. He rolls them between his fingers, and I shake my head as he pulls them forward and I move my chest forward to stop the stretch. Now he’s laughing as he moves forward, then I move forward, then he pushes back, and I push back, and he does this for a moment drawing out more noises of discomfort from me.

“Wow I’ve never felt skin so soft like this. How does a creature like you get lucky enough to have soft skin.” he frowns. I feel his fingers continue to roll my nipples around and I cry out again at the pain.

“Stop you’re hurting me!” I snapped and now there was a pause. I let out a shuddered breath wondering if this was the end. If me finally speaking again reminded him that it was better to end me now.

“Huh? It hurts, well why didn’t you say anything?” he suddenly asked removing one of his hands from my breasts to scratch at his head. I was still as I noticed his own fingers were clawing down his face leaving red gashes and I winced as his other hand now left my other nipple. However, it only made his fingers trail down my stomach rubbing it gently over my navel.

“You have a cute belly button too.” he said suddenly gently pushing against my belly button. “It’s soft too… hm I wonder what else is soft on you.”

Before I could question what, he meant, I felt his hand move further south and I gasped hard as I suddenly feel his hands on my pubic bone, his fingers twirling over my curly pubic hair. I hear a low gasp escape him.

“Wow… even your hair down here is curly! What are the odds of that!” he snapped in excitement. “Do other foreign women like you have curly here like this? All the women I’ve come across have just straight hair down here. But you have curly hair! How exciting. And it’s soft too!”

I whimpered as I feel his cheek nuzzling my hair and a moan escapes him.

“Oh, wow you’re hairs soft up here too. I’ve never experienced such a delicacy before. I knew I made the right choice having my sister bring you to me!” he said with raspy excitement. I shiver as I feel his left hand move further past my pubic area until finally his fingers found my vaginal lips and now, we were both still. My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his fingers slowly move about lips. My eyes widened now as I feel his fingers move with purpose.

“Oh wow…” he says lowly in my ear, breath ragged and hot. “Even your pussy feels different from all the girls I’ve had. It’s so soft, but a different kind of soft.”

My brain was completely fried as I felt his fingers move about my vagina still. His other hand came back up to caress my breast, but when I whimpered his hand paused for a split second before moving to gently palm at my breasts. Both hands began to work at my body, his middle finger prodding at my vagina and his other hand was gently teasing at my nipples making them harden. I could feel the tip of his finger find my entrance and he began to slowly push inside me, and I whimper out feeling my stomach cramp at the intrusion.

“Wow you’re deep. Your walls are so soft like velvet, but you also feel hot.” he said lowly in my ear, and I shut my eyes as I feel electrical currents shooting from my nipples and down to my stomach. I feel his finger curling up inside me, as he explores my sensitive areas. My legs start to tremble as I notice his speed of his fingers begin to move a bit faster.

“Aah!” I cry out at the sensations that start to stir inside me.

“Does that feel good Amara? Do you like my ugly fingers making your juices pour out on the floor?” he whispered in my ear. I feel his finger push deeper and I gasp sharply as I feel his finger hit that sweet spot, I was very familiar with. “Ah so you also have a sweet spot. How cute.”

“Please… please let me go.” I beg.

“Huh? But why? My sister paid your boss for your time, and I plan to enjoy my time with you.” he said shoving his finger deeper into me and I yelled out as my walls tighten around his finger from the deeper intrusion. “You’ve got no burns, no birth marks, no blemishes on this perfect skin of yours. The men must love you huh?”

I hated to admit that men loved me but not in the way he was thinking. I feel the speed of his finger increase and slowly another finger is added, and I shiver out feeling my hand grip some unfamiliar fabric and that’s when I realized I was holding on to his pants. My legs start to shake more, inching closer together.

“Keep your legs open!” he snapped as his finger pinches my nipple hard and I cry out from the shock as my legs fall back open. My chest is heaving from the sensations, and I don’t like it. I’ve been defiled by humans but not by a creature like this. His fingers speed up hitting that sweet spot over and over again making my brain fog over completely. However, a growl rips itself from Gyutaro’s chest.

“God I can’t get this smell out of my fucking head!” he says wildly. I don’t even notice his hand has left my breast and grabbed my right hand violently. I see it happen, his hand bringing my palm to his mouth, sharp teeth opening and biting down on the top of my palm. My entire body explodes with pleasure and pain as I feel blood pour down my palm and down my arm and the mat, my vagina exploding in tremors of pleasure and then something wet shooting up onto my back and my body convulses immediately at the different pleasure that hits me. My eyes almost move to the back of my head as I fall over onto my stomach and shave heavily as I feel the emptiness inside me.

I was shaking hard glancing over my shoulder with cloudy eyes to see Gyutaro now standing back up, however his pants were down revealing his full skeletal form, and his chin and mouth were covered in blood and he just stared at me with wide eyes. My hand was throbbing as I finally looked down at my palm to see red painted it. He bit me. I heard a low growl and turned back to see his cock at attention, throbbing heavily, covered in the same black splotches of his shoulders.

“Your blood is so good you made me cum without even having to be inside you… damn!” he said now moving toward me his body rocking from side to side a bit, his pupils now gone which frightened me even more. He raised his other hand that had been inside me and sucked the fluids onto his fingers growling even more at this now. “Fuck I’m so hard it hurts.”

 I whimpered now trying my best to crawl away from him, but that only makes another guttural growl escape him.

“This is your lucky night Amara… because after I’m through with you… I’m going to be your god.” he snarled lowly. Tears flowed down my cheek, and I shook my head trying to crawl away.

“NO!” I snapped only to have my ankle grabbed and I was dragged back toward the middle of the room. Whatever is smeared onto my back was now ont the floor. Oh lord he came on my back. I was forced onto my back and the remainder of my dress was shredded away; my panties included. My ankles are grabbed and spread far apart. Gytuaro moved up to my left foot and placed the sole right into his cheek.

“Even your feet are soft. And your toes, they smell so good!” he said, and I watched as his tongue moved between my digits. I cried out from the weird sensations I felt from his tongue moving in between my toes and even going so far as to place the top of my feet into his mouth. I feel the sharpness of his teeth digging into my flesh and I see small lines of blood pouring down my foot. I noticed his cock visibly throb again the more he tasted my blood. He was heaving and panting wildly as he suddenly took hold of his shaft and began to stroke himself fast over my body.

“Fuck nngh I can’t hold it anymore!” he yelled, and suddenly white ropes of liquid spewed from his mushroom head and landed on my stomach and thighs. He snarled and panted heavily. “Fuck no blood has ever done this to me! I need more!” His cock was still hard as a rock.

I was still in shock from the amounts of come that had coated my body. Now he pulled me closer, positioning himself at my entrance and I feel his cockhead pressing to my entrance. Tears stream down my cheeks, my hand is throbbing, my foot hurts, my body is soaked, and none of that compares to the tearing I feel as he pushes deep inside me. My head falls back, and I yell out loudly. He grips my thighs and starts moving back and forth at a fast pace. He hunches over me, pistoning his hips into mine. They were so bony it hurt on impact.

My walls stretch and he snarls.

“So tight… so soft… so hot! I can’t stop. I won’t stop!” he chants and move faster and harder. My body moves up and down with his thrusts and I feel every inch of his thick organ inside me. It hurts, good god it hurts!”

“Please stop!” I beg wildly.

“Why! I made you feel good with my fingers… my cock will make you feel even better!” he snarls. I pant heavily feeling my body under attack from all the movement.

“So soft… so hot… smells amazing. Mine… mine…mine!” he snarls. I watch saliva pooling down his mouth and dripping down onto my chest mixing with the hot cum that already coated my body. I cry out harder feeling my muscles trying to push him out of me and suck him back in all at the same time.

“Fuck even your pussy is different. It squeezes me better than any pussy I’ve ever had!” he says, his face now looming over me now and I whimper in fear feeling his tongue start to press to my lips and shove deep into my throat. I feel his lips attack mine and I moan out feeling his tongue explore my teeth and mouth. I feel him suddenly ramming against that sweet spot and my body arches into his in response.

He growls into my mouth breaking the kiss, a string of saliva forming between us.

“Your blood… your body… your skin… it’s all mine. I can’t let it go!” he moans, and I feel my body about to break. His movements are too rough and hard, and I cry out.

“Please, slow down it hurts please!” I beg even more, and he watches me for a second, his pupils returning, and he winces as he slows his hips just a bit moving in long strides. Now my walls were stretched, and his fat mushroom head was pushing into the spot slowly. It’s a slight mercy but I take it. I groan at the feeling his grip around my legs even tighter.

“See never thought someone so ugly could make you feel this good right?” he asked. My body shivers at the swelling sensations that build inside me, the coil tightening inside me. His eyes roam my chest. “Your nipples are hardening up. Do you really feel good?”

I moan out as I feel his teeth sink down into my nipple, but it does not draw blood like I expected. No instead his tongue swirls around my nipple slowly, the sensitivity growing now in my chest sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Aaahh!” I moan out feeling that throbbing sensation starting to build, the coil tightening even more in the pit of my stomach. Gyutaro pops my nipple out of his mouth and looms back over me, his face watching me.

“Are you going to cum Amara? Is my cock going to make you cum?” he pants raggedly, and I feel the sensations growing even deeper and I nod out unable to form words. He felt so deep I could feel him in my stomach. “Speak!”

“Yes! Yes, I’m going to cum all over your cock!” I sobbed out and now his movements sped up and he raises his arms to wrap over my head, curling his fingers into my curls as he presses his chest to me, eyes staring deep into my soul.

“Then let’s cum together.” he said, and it wasn’t like I had a choice. I felt so vulnerable like this, so exposed. I didn’t want to, but my arms and legs wrapped around Gyutaro’s body as he rams into me at a harsh pace moaning obscenities into my ear. I cry out hard.

“OhgodohgodohgodohGOD!” I scream as I feel that coil snap and intense, violent spasm release into my body. Gyutaro snarls hard, slamming his hips hard into me and holding them there as something hot pours into my womb. My eyes widened at the strange feeling that invades me. I feel so full, fuller than when he was inside me alone. Gyutaro’s body flexed and spasmed over my own body. He smirked.

“I can feel you milking me dry. You must have really enjoyed me.” he said mockingly. My mind cleared from these sensations and were invaded with fear again as I remember what happens next after he plays with my body.

“Just do it.” I whispered.

“Huh?” Gyutaro asked as he looked me over with genuine confusion.

“You said you were going to eat me��� just do it and get it over with demon.” I said. Gyutaro looked at me with a tilt of his head, his hips slowly pulling from me, and I whimpered at the loss as I felt his cum pour out of me. He finally stood up and looked me over.

“Hm, no I don’t think I will. I can't eat my first ever treasure. You’re too special. Your skin… your blood is too special.” he swooned taking my bloody hand and using it to rub against his cheek. “I couldn’t possibly let you slip through my fingers so let’s make a deal…”

I watched a psychotic look grow in his eyes as he got on his hands and knees atop of me just boxing me in. I tensed at the position.

“A deal?” I asked. He nodded.

“You agree to stay in the Entertainment district with me and I’ll be your protector! Otherwise I'll have no choice but to eat you because I'll be damned if I let anyone else have you.” he said lowly and coldly. I was still for a moment thinking a demon wouldn’t keep his word. Also, what did I need protecting from?

“I-I am already owned by someone.” I said nervously hoping that didn’t sign my death warrant. Gyutaro snicked evilly.

“That’s okay, I’ll kill that rich ass hole right now and then you won’t be owned by anyone but me!” he said with excitement. I was about to speak when he was suddenly on his feet and moving to put his pants back on. Suddenly, two sickles formed into his hand. “I’ll go kill him now, then you’ll stay here with me forever!”

And without another word he was out the window almost like an excited child. I remained on my back still in complete and utter shock over just about everything that happened. My body was numb, still covered in both blood and semen and saliva.

“Oh what did I get myself into?”

[sprouseandall]

𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏

Chapter 1

The Central Park Of New York - July 6th, 2019

The summer breeze flowed through my really long raven hair. It touches my exposed skin as for today, keeping the weather in mind I opted to wear a high waist mom denim shorts and a green t-shirt which had the word "Trouble" written in red bold letters, paired with a pair of white high ankle converse and I wore a pair of surgical gloves and carried a face mask in my pocket.

My brown eyes traveled through the wave of people passing by. A few of them noticed the cannula attached to my nose and the look on their faces when they offered me a smile showed me their pity only if they knew I didn't needed it. Me and my friends sailed through them while walking towards our usual spot under the trees that saved us from the direct sun rays in this hot condition in the central park where we'd set up our equipment.

It's been 2 years since my friends decided to make this band to honor me because you see, the thing is, I am not allowed to sing anymore so all I do is play guitar, at least that fucking disease couldn't take that from me. So as the honoree of our music band I named it "Local Style" and ever since then my best friend or should I say soul sister, Rave is the lead female singer.

She has been my support system since I was 14 years old back then me and my parents had recently come to live in the US. It's been our regular weekend routine to come here together and play song covers by our favorite artists to entertain the crowd just for fun and create memories while I can.

Today was special day' you know, the reason being: last weekend when we were wrapping up Rave and Julia approached to me and suggested that we should do something different by presenting song I wrote. I was shocked at first... then I freaked out thinking the worst outcome - crowd throwing tomatoes or eggs at us but despite a bit of my resentment my besties managed to convince me saying "You're overthinking" and maybe I was, so here I am; being a nervous-wreck.

My oxygen cylinder was hung to my side inside a sling-on bag on my right shoulder while the guitar was strapped to my left but since we were walking for 17 minutes in slow pace, even that started to exhaust me but I tried to carry on.

Noticing my struggle Rave shakes her head "You won't change now, would you?"

I shrugged saying "Life doesn't change for me so why should I?".

Rave offered me a weak smile "Well you can't control life, it's how the way it is but you still can make choices and try to be in control of what it throws ahead of you right? for now, throw me your your guitar; I am holding it. I told you earlier to give it to me or Lexi, hell even Danny offered which is weird because he never offer help handling instruments to anyone of us but he did for you. But Asher being Asher, you wanna fight everything alone and here's the sad part, you will always have to to deal with me-"

"And me" Lexi interrupted.

"Me too" Joe called out from behind, making Rave and I chuckle as she slings the guitar case on her shoulder.

"Well all of us and your parents. You aren't alone girl. We all are here together for you." Rave completed.

"You sometimes you give me lectures more than my mamma." I smiled, feeling grateful for having her in my life.

"And that's what your mom likes more about me!" Rave slowly jogs away giggling.

Third-Person POV:

The children played on the green surface, birds chirped, the sound of an aircraft buzzing overhead could be heard and the sun shined on through the trees kissing Asher skin who was sitting on a portable chair especially arranged for her to sit down while her delicate fingers danced onto the guitar strings playing the tunes of a other song alongside her friends Kevin, Joe, Julia, Danny, Lexi who played different instruments while Rave sang on the mic confidently.

There was a part of Asher that wished for her to sing along her best friend but she knows as much as she wanted to she cannot and it pained her. Choosing to bury her thoughts and continue focusing on her guitar, she plastered a smile on her sweet face for the crowd who chose to jam with the young members of "Local Style".

The standing audience clapped in appreciation for the group of teenagers as Rave finished the final chorus of "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift. After a pause the band started to play a rhythm the audience was unaware of. She smiled back at her best friend, Asher returned a nervous smile back knowing it was time.

"Thank you guys for sticking around and giving us the opportunity to entertain y all this wonderful morning! Now I humbly request you guys to show your love to this new song written by our beloved friend, Asher! Please give her a round of applause people! She is the sweet face behind this masterpiece we're about to begin with!" Rave excitedly exclaims, hurrying to get on Asher's side.

She offered her hand out for Asher to hold who was sitting on her seat. Rave pulls her best friend out to the center as the band and audience clapped and cheered. Asher was not used to this much of attention, overwhelmed in this moment she hugged her.

"I know you're nervous but people are going to love it as much as we do." Rave whispered as she rubbed Asher's back to soothe her. Pulling away from the hug Rave handed over a mic to best friend. "Hi guys" Asher said barely above whisper as she held tight onto the microphone, her eyes roaming over the crowd who listened to her attentively.

"Before my friends start playing my original, I wanna say thank you to everyone who sticked around appreciating a bunch of kids and um... I hope you like this song." Asher says returning to her usual spot.

"You heard the girl. Allow us to teleport y'all to

'Tokyo'! Hit it boys!" Julia shouts.

Cole's POV:

I was finally free from shooting because the new season of 'Riverdale' was a wrap, leaving me to enjoy sometime with my friends and family. It's been a while since I've visited the Central Park due to my hectic work schedule. It was place that so lively and interesting as each time new local artists with different talents showcased their skills, concerts and performances a huge number of New Yorkers and tourists come here on daily basis, there was always so much to seek.

Me & KJ were scrolling through the pavement talking about random experiences on set and life when I heard a voice; literally sweeter than the angel only if I had had really heard them but at that moment, I believed it must be how they'd sound like. Wanting to find the face of that sweet voice I looked around to pinpoint that one direction it was coming from.

"Did you hear it?" I questioned.

"Hear what? the female voice that got you whipped?" I gave KJ a "I'm-not-in-mood look". He raised his hands in surrender.

His eyes too searched for the source until he tapped on my shoulder and pointed to the crowd gathered a bit ahead towards our right. Our feet took us there however we chose to stand a bit farther away so that people could recognize us despite our disguise. We wanted to see what got the crowd so invested.

And then my eyes fell on the most beautiful girl I've ever come across on the face of this earth. Her long natural raven wavy hair reached below her waist, she did not have any sort of makeup, only her own natural glow as the sun luminescent her skin. She had moles on her face almost in every part like mine.

She looked nervous for sure but cute at the same time as she spoke about her original melody.

But why isn't she singing her own song? Wait a second... I tried to focus my eyes on her face and then I realized there is an oxygen pipe dangling in the air, connecting the cylinder in her backpack to her nose. She breathing through a cannula?

My heart instantly broke to see her this way, I didn't even know her name yet I was feeling something unexplainable in my chest. I wondered what must have gone wrong with her that left her with no choice but to breathe with external help. I wanted nothing more than to be with her and hug her. I needed to find a way to approach her but how?

"Well the song is amazing. Can't believe an 17-18 year old could write the lyrics this good."

"She is talented that's for sure. The pain is so evident. Should've been hard on her, not being able to perform on her own." I said sadly.

"You okay man?" KJ asked standing before me as I nodded in response. I suggested to move forward closer to the band. I wanted to stay closer to this unknown girl because my heart told me to. The female singer had started to sing while we pushed passed until we were a feet or two apart.

My eyes were fixed on the girl who made my heart feel something unfamiliar as she effortlessly played guitar with all she had in her. I guess the crowd could too feel that energy and passion as she looked at her friend in adornment.

"What are we doing here up so close?" KJ says.

"See that girl on the guitar? - my head motioning over to her "-I don't know I j-just feel drawn towards her. Like some sort of magnetic field. She-she is so beautiful. I just felt like, you know? It's like looking at the moon up close." I explained.

"So you're saying you're in love?!" KJ said louder than he should have because it sure as hell gained the attention of Yorkers around us and a blonde hair girl from the band, I saw her whispered something into the ear of the redhead boy.

"I didn't say that. Couldn't you keep it down?" I slightly narrowed my eyes at him.

"Well what it sounded like you did. In a poetic way? You like that girl." He points his thumb in the girl's direction as I brought it down, hiding it but I failed because she seemed to notice it and then suddenly the music around us stopped abruptly.

I looked up to see the lead singer girl raise her eyebrows in our direction and the whole group stared down at us like we were thieves. Probably this is the most nervous and embarrassed I've ever been. This is so awkward.

"Sooooo….. how's the weather boys?" Rave said on the mic, one hand resting on her hip.

Me and KN pretended to look around and weren't the one she was talking to but it was of no use. "Hey, hey! You two guys white boys on the left." She pointed out and I finally looked at her and I pointed a finger at me in fake confusion as she nodded with a "yes".

I turned my head away from her direction so I could make contact with KJs and whispered "Great. Now we're the center of attention."

"Excuse me guys but is there something important that you'd like to share with entire group?" She said clearly annoyed.

"No-no, that's okay. We're okay, yeah" KJ says.

"Well it looks like it is something really serious to discuss while I am playing, my bestie's own written song which means so much to her and do have any idea that you have interrupted us." She stated.

"I-uh-I apologize Miss-"

"Could you speak up please? It's not me who you should be apologizing to dude." Rave said, feeling sorry for her friend.

"Sorry! I-I want to apologize to you and to your friend for the inconvenience, we didn't mean to I swear but ahh... my friend can be weirdo sometimes. I-I-I was just s-saying to my friend that your friend who played guitar beside you is the m-most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my lifetime and- and that she like a moon that came down to earth." I don't why I stammered so much and how I managed to get it all out without my heart busting in front of these many strangers.

Now she must be thinking I'm a weirdo. She had an untraceable expression on her face so I could not tell.

Asher's POV:

I couldn't believe what I just heard, this can't possibly be real. The Cole Sprouse was standing in front of me so close and he just confessed his liking for me. I've admired him for his work in Riverdale and when he used to appear with his twin brother, Dylan on "The Suite Life" back when he worked for Disney.

I always found him more adorable plus he was really sweet and down to earth in real life as well. As much as I'd like this scenario in my dream or reality, I can't imagine how badly this ends. But to end it has to start somewhere and he can't actually like-like me right? Someone like me? He must have taken a notice at my condition. He-he can't.

Like me LIKE that but he just said- don't overthink Ash. I tried to calm my brain down which was running millions of miles per second. But what should I do now? I'm shocked at a level that my body is stagnant.

I found Rave giving me a warm smile and her eyes saying something to me I wanted to believe and not believe at the same time. Rave knew my insecurities and "way of thinking" which she'd say as "unfair and depressing" for me. She always wanted me to think positively but as much as I tried, my mind was clouded by hopelessness and negativity about my survival chances.

A mischievous smirk was painted over her face and I had a feeling what was going to happen.

"Oops live confessions. Real tough. So you're saying you think my bestie is most beautiful girl on the face of earth? Well I can agree with you on that, she is gorgeous indeed." Rave hurried to hand over the mic to Lexi then walked over to Cole "what are your plans? Do you have good intentions? I won't let you play with heart. I know she's fragile." Rave rambled out, maybe she didn't recognize him.

"Huh?" KJ almost didn't caught it as she rapidly said.

"Yeah, I mean I would love to take out for coffee or whatever she's comfortable with?" Cole tried to explain.

"Cool. It's a date!" Rave showed a thumps-up running off to me. She started to remove my earpiece and motioned for Lexi to grab my guitar.

"What are you doing rave?!" I knew what she was doing but you know what I mean.

"No arguments missy. You are going with that lover boy, you deserve it!" She said happily.

"Rave don't you recognize him? I can't go and leave you guys here in the middle plus I doubt that someone like him can like someone like me. I-I can't."

"Don't downgrade yourself like that. How many times have I told you Ash; you're an amazing girl anyone would be lucky to be with. Go on! Don't keep him waiting for so long." Julia says.

"Who's he?- Rave nervously asked looking between me and Julia "-by the way. I guess he seems familiar though" she finished.

Lexi rolled her eyes and ignoring her, she rechecked my oxygen tank levels and the placement of my cannula before pulled me with her towards Cole and his friend that I recognized as KJ. The boys were hushed talking about something when Cole's eyes met mine for the first time. Hair slicked back, just a few strands were falling off to his face. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt layered with a maroon-and-black check flannel shirt that were folded till his elbow; dark grey jeans ripped at the knees paired with boots.

His aurora borealis green eyes were sparkling with smile tugged on his baby pink lips as he said breathlessly "Hi"

And "Hi" shyly i replied back, waving my hand slightly.

A/n: Chapter 1 is officially here because I couldn't wait to meet Cole until the weekend! Chapter 2 will out on by Sunday. Enjoy the happiness while you can because real soon the roller coaster will drop down.

I wish I could have added the song for u to hear but sadly it's not available anywhere, it's locked in my dairy, no kidding.

Like, reblog, comment are really appreciated. Don’t forget to like my masterlist to catch up with the weekly updates and to find chapters all in one place.

SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND RAVE!! Yup she does exist is real life! She's my soul sis who helped with the idea of Cole and Asher's first meet. I guess you will figure out from where that scene was inspired from so tell me in the comments.

The for reading! Have a great day. See you soon < 333

[watermelonsugacry]

what happened after falling?? i wanna see

Writing Fine Line: Fine Line

A/N: thank you lovies for all your support. i can't express to you all how much i love and appreciate you so much!! 💚

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Fine Line was made. (5.2K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn

WARNING: lil angsty, questionable relationship traits

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) 

MASTERLIST Previous Song 🎹

—2018—

They’ve been teasing each other all night. The short skirt she wore was already getting Harry excited by how it easily swayed every time she walked. Before the show as YN walked with him backstage, she made sure to give him a longer, slower kiss than usual. In return, he made sure to perform a little extra tonight: grinding on his microphone stand slower than usual, running his hands down his body more often, and always sending a smirk her way on the sidelines. 

The adrenaline that was running through his veins once he was off the stage only spiked up higher as they ran hand in hand to his dressing room. 

It’s been like this for the past two years, this on and off, borderline friends-with-benefits-relationship between them. Hiding behind closed doors lies more than just the Harry Styles and YN LN persona that the world likes to perceive. 

It’s where the media don’t get to see the way his mouth clings to hers as he presses her up against the dressing room door. Or the way her fingers tug on the roots of his hair as he kneels in front of her after lifting her onto the vanity, and rips her panties from her hips to dive into her. Or how all of the items of the desk shake and topple over once he’s inside her. And they certainly don’t get to see his ring-covered hand over her mouth, his teeth biting at the skin of his knuckles there, as they both come undone.

“Hey, um, wanna go take a shower with me? Save some water or however that sayin’ goes.” Harry huffs out a chuckle after buttoning up his blue trousers. He waits anxiously for her answer as he watches her fix her hair in the mirror her back was pressed up against not even three minutes ago.

Ready to dismiss her pre-planned schedule, she looks at him through the mirror and gives him a cheeky smile. “I would actually—” 

Three loud knocks on the dressing room door and Jeff’s voice comes out all muffled.

“Wrap it up, Love Birds! Time to head out!”

“Duty calls.” YN says with a small chuckle, making no move to actually leave her spot. She knew she needed to leave a bit earlier than usual due to having to prepare for her own show the next night—hence a quickie rather than heading back to his hotel room for the whole night—but now that she’s being told to so, she just wants Harry to hold her tight and hide them away from the rest of the world.

In a lot of ways, it’s like nothing’s changed since their One Direction days. Being pulled away before anything serious would happen, using their busy schedules as an excuse to not get the chance to fully say  anything that they wanted to.

YN sees the way he hasn’t made any move to leave either, still playing with the glittery cuff of his suit jacket. 

“Still coming to the show tomorrow night?” She asks, putting a hand over his fidgety ones like he always does with her.

“Course.” He gives her a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes as he tries his hardest to not show her how bothered he is. He should truly know better than trying to hide behind a smile in front of her, but he knows she has tells too. By her not teasing him about the front he’s putting up lets him know she’s crouching behind her own brick wall too. 

And like every goodbye since Jamaica, they share a quick kiss before reluctantly forcing themselves to part ways. He truly doesn’t think twice about cupping her jaw to keep her there, turning his head to deepen the kiss. Unlike it was five minutes ago, this kiss isn’t rushed or filled with lust. Instead of pulling on the damp curls on the nape of his neck, her hands rest gently on his hips, thumbs rubbing on the stubborn squishy part of his hip bones. Instead of his fingers encircling around her neck, they softly caress her cheeks.

Sex seemed like the only possible way to have YN as close as he could, as he wanted it, as a means to pretend to live in a world where they’re an official couple.

Three more loud knocks ring from outside the dressing room door break their passionate kiss. 

“YN, it’s time to go!” Jenny, her manager, yells. “Don’t make me pull you out of there myself.”

“Hey, we’re alright yeah?” 

And that’s how it always goes. Whether it be a late night together in a hotel room or a quickie after a show like this, when it’s time to leave each other YN never fails to reassure him that everything is good between them. While it can be a relief to know that despite the back and forth of their romantic relationship they can still hold that closeness of friendship. 

But what has him feeling broken is the fact that she reminds him of that. That no matter how on and off they go from being friends to something more, there is never a moment where they officially cross the fine line of friendship. They stay floating there, never drifting too far off one end to ever put a label on anything.

She uses it as a means of reassurance. So Harry uses this line after these times to convince himself that they’ll be alright for now.

“Always.” He huffs out a smile. He knows she can see right through him but he’s thankful she doesn’t have time to call him out on it.

Now as he watches her exit his dressing room, he repeats her infamous phrase between them to himself. 

“Yeah, we’ll be alright.”

—2019—

Harry shakes a towel through his hair as he walks from the backyard beach to the kitchen. After last night's antics—and a couple of drinks later—sleep was in no way a possibility. He had spent all afternoon in the water like she would do in the mornings.

Was it a pathetic way to feel some part of her still there? Maybe. 

Did it make him even sadder than he was before? Possibly.

The whole day was just a big mess. When he got in the recording booth, his vocals were all over the place. He couldn’t remember the chords to Falling and started to get frustrated when no one else couldn’t figure it out. And when he tried to move on to a different song, he still couldn’t figure out what Watermelon Sugar needed.

“Wha’s going?” Harry questions as he watches his production team chatting away as they file out the front door.

“Come on, get dressed.” Mitch says, quickly tucking his phone into his back pocket. “Everyone’s gonna head out to that restaurant that’s on the way up here for dinner.”

“M’good mate. Have fun.”

“You don’t wanna come with? It’ll do you so good, man.” Mitch tries to persuade him but only receives a sad shake of his friend’s head.

“M’gonna go work on the album some more. There’s a couple of things I wanna add and fix and all that so...”

Harry can feel that his friend has some hesitancy with leaving and almost wants to reassure Mitch with the classic I’m fine line that everyone knows means the opposite. But he internally releases a sigh of relief when Mitch eventually does leave.

Once he hears the car start and back out the driveway, he tries not to think about how familiar it sounded the night before. Dragging his feet down the hall towards his room, he pauses right outside the room she inhabited during her stay. He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s been standing in this similar position: their stay in Jamaica, her dressing room at the venue she’s performing at, hotel rooms, her yellow house door. 

Always just one door away from being with her, from being home.

He’s about to pull himself away from his spot at the door but he hears some rustling from inside.

Harry pushes the door open the rest of the way to find an empty room and sees nothing that looks out of the ordinary. He thinks he might just need some sleep to help shake off some of the nerves. Especially when he sees YN come out of the connected bathroom, shoving her toiletries in the duffle bag in her hand. Or when she looks up at him with those tantalizing eyes that manage to take his breath away every single time. The same eyes that are now puffy and dark from lack of sleep or crying, probably both. No doubt his look the same. Yeah, he must be dreaming.

“Mitch told me you weren’t gonna be here.” YN wrings out a t-shirt in her hands, now looking everywhere but his eyes. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec. Came to get my things.”

He doesn’t say anything, he wants to more than anything but he can’t seem to get the words out. So instead, he just watches as the woman in front of him moves around the room as she gathers her clothes.

He doesn’t mean to pick a fight with her. Honestly, he’s just happy to be in the same room as her again even if she wants absolutely nothing to do with him right now. So he truly doesn’t know why the first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Did I not mean anything to you?”

She scoffs, not even looking up at him as she shakes her head.  “M’not gonna answer that.” When she’s met with his silence and lifts her head up to see how uneasy he looks, she can’t help but roll her eyes. “That’s a stupid question and you know it. Of course I do. Harry, you...” YN closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in to try to calm herself from raising her voice. “You mean so much to me.”

“If I mean so much to you then why didn’t you tell me how you felt? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” She snaps back, forcefully throwing a pair of shorts into her bag as she’s already getting flustered from being in the same room as him. “Y’know what? Nevermind, I don’t wanna start whatever this is—” YN waves her hands in front of her, “—up again.”

“And what exactly is this? Because it sure as hell isn’t just a friendship and it’s clearly not an official relationship either.” Harry runs a frustrated hand down his face when she purposefully ignores him and continues to go about the room. It’s in these moments where he can’t decide whether her stubbornness is his favorite or the most frustrating thing about her.

He knows that she can leave any time she wants, that he’ll move out of the way and let her walk out the front door if she told him to. So there’s an odd sense of relief knowing that even after she’s zipped up her duffel, she hasn’t moved from her spot next to the bed and continues to avoid his gaze. So he takes the opportunity to say what’s been on his mind for a while now.

“Y’know, I’ll be strong enough to admit that yeah, I was taking advantage of you. Having you here with me, making music with you, being physically and emotionally close to you as we were without putting a label on anything. It wasn’t fair to you, but it wasn’t fair to me either.” He walks over to where she faces the sliding glass doors in the bedroom, looking out to the sun set above the sea line. “YN, you’re my best friend—”

“No, not this again.” YN turns to face him with a sharp tone. “Harry enough—”

“Maybe if you just listened to me—”

“I don’t want to listen to you—”

“Why do you always have to be so stubborn!”

“I don’t want to keep going in this cycle with you!”

“I thought you moved on!”

“Does it look like I’ve bloody moved on?” YN lets out a dry laugh. 

“I love—”

“No. I know what y’going say and don’t. Please don’t say it.” She begs, her voice cracking at the end.

Normally he would respect and honor her plea, especially when her glossy eyes flicker back and forth between his. But he can’t hold it back anymore, he can’t keep it locked inside of him any longer when the words are busting his heart seams open. 

“No, I will say it. I love you. I love everything about you. And I’m going to keep saying it until it gets through that stubborn, little head of yours.” They’re so close to each other now that they can feel each other’s breath fan over their lips. “I love you, YN.”

Without giving himself time to think about it, he cups her jaw in his hand and presses his mouth to hers. He’s missed her so much and the way her lips taste are intoxicating. It isn’t until he feels her hands push against his chest that he takes a step back, both slightly out of breath.

He can’t make out her emotions, her lips parted and eyes wide in an unreadable way. Judging by her silence and the fact that she pushed him away, he knows he’s messed up and possibly made things even worse.

“Sorry. Sorry I shouldn’t have—” He gets cut off by YN gripping the back of his neck, pulling him down to her level to reconnect their lips and pressing her body so close to his that there is no room left between them. 

Harry furrows his eyebrows as he pants into his mouth, already getting unbelievably lost in her. He wastes no time by bending down into her to grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her off the ground to lay them both on the bed.

With every hair pull, every nail digging into their skin, every kiss and gasp is filled with a type of love that can only be expressed by their suppressed emotions finally being released into the open. 

So when Harry finally presses into her, leaving them moaning out into one another’s skin, they know its intentions are not out of a place of lust or a quick need for a release, but out of something both of them longed for and practically dreamt of doing with one another. Something only reserved for the one you plan to spend the rest of your life with. 

It’s not merely sex; YN can feel that it's something more when she doesn’t feel the need to tell him to go faster because the slow movement of his hips are blissfully enough. Or to even think about loosening her hold on his back because having him chest to chest with her, having him so close to her, is something she wants to feel forever.

She knows it’s something way beyond anything she’s ever felt before because it has her whispering out the words that have been locked away in her heart since she was sixteen.

“I-I love you.”

Harry stops all of his movements. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck and pants as he looks down at her wide, scared eyes. YN is both paralized in fear and feels an unbelievably heavy weight being lifted from her chest. She’s said these three little words to him countless times throughout her years of knowing him, but this time, it’s been said in a way that feels both foreign and like she’s been saying it her entire life. Never has she ever meant them in this context, never have the words ever perfectly described what she feels for her best friend. 

She internally begins to panic when he hasn’t said anything yet, not even so much as moved an inch from his position above her. She thinks she might have done something wrong but then he slowly builds his pace back up, going faster than he was before. 

“Again.” He rasps out.

YN gasps, suddenly at a loss for words. The feeling of him against her with her true feelings finally out in the open has her arching her back up, rolling her eyes back and squeezing them shut in pleasure. That is until he grips her jaw roughly in his hand, making her look into his hazy jade eyes, “Tell me again.”

“I love you.” She quickly pants out. “I love you, Harry. So much.” Her words get muffled by him bringing his mouth to hers, swallowing down all her moans and whimpers.

He immediately repeats the words back to her and it’s a broken record, declaring their love for one another over and over again as they continue to get lost in each other.

...

Harry stirs around on his stomach with his cheek pressed against the pillow. He takes in a deep breath in through his nose as he starts to wake up from his sleepy state of mind. The blinding light coming in from the sliding glass doors let him know that the day has begun itself again.

When his left hand aimlessly moves to the other side of the bed and feels its emptiness, he quickly moves his head in that direction in confusion. He almost begins to panic but is immediately soothed over by the sound of the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar.

“Hey.” YN whispers, pressing the button on her phone to stop recording her voice memo.

“Well this is some reverse deja vu shit.” Harry says, bringing a soft smile to both of their faces as they remember their time in Paris the previous year and what would later turn out to be Cherry.

“Just doing what we do best.” YN sighs, resting her guitar against the bedside table. She lets him pull her back down to him until his body is practically on top of hers.

“And what’s that? Mhm?” He hums, brushing his nose against her cheek so he can kiss her jaw.

“Making songs about our fucked up situation.”

“Oh, is that what this is?”

“Harry?” He lifts his head to fully face her worried expression. “What happened to us?”

He’s a little taken back by her question. He knew that they would have to talk about their current situation eventually, but her question goes farther back than he would like to admit. He would like to say that life happened, they grew up, or just fully put the blame on their management. And for the first time in a long time, no matter how scared he is, he tells her the truth.

“I fell in love with you and never told you about it. I felt like, every time I was with you or wanted to tell you to be mine, I paniced.”

“And I’m as much to blame for pulling myself out of our relationships. Or whatever we were at the time.” YN avoids looking at her love in the eyes and plays with the chain around his neck. “I just...I’ve never really cared about anyone in the way I do with you. And I started to think about that cheesy saying ‘if you love someone, let ‘em go,’ and when I started to picture my life without you in it, it scared me.” She whispers her last words. YN tucks her lips in as her eyes get glossy again.

“It scares me, too.” He reassures her. Even if she didn’t reciprocate his love for her, he would gladly suck it up, put on a smile and be the  friend she needed. Hell, he’s been doing it for almost a decade at this point.

“But...we’re alright now, right?”

“Don't ever say that to me again.” Harry chuckles, knuckling the sleep away from his eyes. When he’s met with a confused furrow of her eyebrows, it occurs to him that she doesn’t know what that phrase has done to him. He nervously clears his throat, “Well, whenever we finished having sex during our on and off phases, you would always say that. That thing of ‘we’ll be alright’ no matter what. And while it was nice to know that through everything our friendship wasn’t ruined, it made me feel like you were okay with us not being officially together. Like you were okay being fuck buddies and nothing more when...when I wanted more.”

“I’ve always wanted more, too. I just was too chicken to say anythin’ because I...I dunno. I thought you didn’t want tha’ too.”

“Couldn’t be farther from the truth.” Harry seals his statement with a kiss and literally melts when she keeps him to her with her soft hands to his cheeks.

“Give me a reason to fall out of love with you.” YN mumbles against his lips.

“I can give you a million.”

“Is this healthy?”

“Probably not. But loving you, and now knowing that you love me in the same way I do you, gives me so much life.”

“How ‘bout we just take things slow this time?” YN nervously suggests. “We’ve always gone in feet first with this kind of stuff and look what happened.” They both let out a light chuckle as they both come to realize the truth behind her words. After leaving their old management and too caught up in the excitement of it all, they went into this romantic relationship with one another that they didn’t even discuss what one another wanted. They knew they wanted each other—and while at the time that seemed like enough—they both failed to realize how they were in a position to fully devote themselves to one another so much to the point where it scared them enough to pull themselves from the relationship and lose who they are as individuals.

“Slow is good.” Harry agrees.

“So...now we’re really alright. Alright?” 

“Alright.” Harry echoes with a smile, bringing his lips down to hers again.

“Alri—” She giggles against his mouth but it turns into a soft sigh when Harry lays them on their sides, a hand gripping the back of her thigh to wrap around his hip.

“Did you Love Birds finally kiss and make—woah!” Harry quickly throws his body on top of YN’s, pulling up the sheets to cover as much of her as he can; he could care less about himself.

“Fuckin’ hell, Jeffery!” Harry yells at his manager who now has his hand over his eyes. All the while YN is laughing into the crook of his neck.

“Oh shit, sorry! Sorry! But I’m happy you guys made up.” Jeff gives a blind thumbs up and stumbles his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “Mitch, you bitch why’d you let me go in there!”

The couple can barely make out Mitch’s causal, “I didn’t know they’d be fucking naked,” muffled through the door. 

The couple slightly jumps when more knocks and whistles sound through the other side of the door before hearing the other producers shouting, “Good to have yeh back, YN!”

Harry drops his head on her shoulder with a groan while YN lets out a string of giggles. 

“Come on, let’s get to work.” She pushes at his shoulder to try to get him up but it just makes him let his full body weight on her.

“Really? M’naked on top of yeh and y’wanna start working?”

“Really?” YN mocks back with a sassy shake of her head against the pillow. “Our co-workers just walked in on us and you still wanna stay in here?”

“Eh, so what? They already know.” He playfully shrugs and goes in for a kiss only to be met with her hand.

“Nuh uh. Nope. M’not doing that.” YN giggles, trying to keep his face from hers.

“Just a quickie.” He teases, hands moving to her sides to wiggle his fingers in her ticklish spot just to make her laugh.

So far it’s been a busy few days. Since getting back on the team, there were a lot of things that needed to get done. It was all a game of catch up at this point: add some finishing touches on To Be So Lonely, officially recording and producing Falling, and now onto start working on the song Fine Line. 

YN sits on the electric piano bench inside the recording room. One side of the big studio headphones is pushed back behind her ear. After finishing up her bit with Falling, she tilts her head as an idea comes to mind.

As she waits to do another take, she mindlessly presses her fingers against the keys while she hums out the melody that’s in her head. She plays each note with careful thought as she tries to figure out a new melody. This same melody would later be replicated over various stringed and brass instruments. 

“It started simple with an acoustic guitar YN had and it had a very mellow melody to it that the song begins with. but I wanted to have this big epic outro thing. And it just took shape as this thing where I thought, ‘That’s just like the music I want to make.’ I love strings, I love horns, I love harmonies — so why don’t we just put all of that in there?

The team sits in the living room while they all have lunch. YN sits criss-cross on the floor in front of the couch in between Harry’s legs as she rhythmically strums her guitar to the melody she was playing the morning after making up with Harry. It’s been stuck in her head ever since her and Harry were able to put some lyrics down on paper. 

Put a price on emotion, I'm looking for something to buy

You've got my devotion but man, I can hate you sometimes

I don't want to fight you

And I don't wanna sleep in the dirt

We'll get the drinks in so I'll get to thinking of her

We'll be a fine line 

Since the house was scattered with instruments lying around, Tyler sets down his plate on the floor and plugs in a Casio piano. After wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans, his fingers play the slow melody she did earlier that day.

Test of my patience, There's things that we'll never know

Having helped Harry write the song earlier, she can’t help but join in and sing along to her shared words and emotions.

You sunshine, you temptress, My hand's at risk, I fold

She can’t help her eyes close, furrowing her eyebrows as she sings from a vulnerable place.

Crisp trepidation, I'll try to shake this soon

Spreading you open, Is the only way of knowing you

We'll be a fine line

The couple sings the line over and over again, being reminded of how much they went back and forth, on and off, over and over again to the point of losing track of themselves.

Soon enough, Mitch stands up from his spot on the single couch, plugs in one of electric guitars he brought with him to an amp in the corner of the room and begins to riff some melodies that go well with hers.

“It was always gonna be the last song on the album.” Harry nods to himself. “It felt like it described to me the process of making it and how the album felt in terms of the different kinds of songs on it.” 

“A girl loves her harmonies, what can I say,” YN smirks at the camera. “And once H explained to me what he envisioned for the song to sound like vocally, he really just let me have fun with it. And you know I give him shit for it but his falsetto is just really good. Truly.”

Harry sits in the swiveling chair next to YN’s in the studio. She’s scrolling through the many stacked layers of all the harmonies he just recorded. He points out a couple that he likes and some he wants to tweak. 

He had mentioned to her how all of the layered harmonies is kind of like a reflection of how many layers their relationship has. There’s too much context to just look at where they are now and make a sound decision of what their relationship entails. Their history is long, complicated, but overall full of love.

Harry even suggested having her get in the recording booth to record a couple of harmonies for the we’ll be alright section of the song since it basically became her trademark.

“I had said to her earlier how this song is basically her baby in the way she arranged all of the harmonies together. Other than Watermelon Sugar, this was one of the songs that took a while to finish but the end result is insane. It’s one of my favorites—no I think it is my favorite off the album.” Harry chuckles.

After having a demo version of the various horns and string elements done through a sound effect setting on an electric piano, there’s really no way to describe how it feels to actually hear it live through professional musicians.

Harry has his arm lazily over YN’s shoulder as they stand on the other side of the glass window in the recording studio. As the rest of the production crew is scattered around the room, Sammy Witte, their sound engineer, moves the various sliders around the huge panel in front of him. 

She wipes a happy tear from her cheek before tucking it back into her crossed arms again. The making of this song has been an overwhelming process; from how the song came to be through its meaning, her and Harry still testing out the waters for the future of their romantic relationship status, actually figuring out their emotions through song making, to finally seeing it come into fruition.

Harry notices it and decides not to call her out on it. Instead, he just pulls her in a little closer to his side and a smile tugs on his lips when she wraps an arm around his back.

“So what does it mean to be a fine line?”

YN blows out a raspberry as she adjusts herself in her seat, trying to not make her glance at Harry who’s sitting on the sideline be anything more than subtle. “I mean, my whole philosophy of making music is that it’s really open for interpretation. But I know that’s not the answer y’all wanna hear so I think the song is about how there’s that line between friendship and being something more, right? And you’ve never had the guts to officially cross over it but you’re also not just friends. So being a fine line is being the exception, I think. Yeah.” YN ends with a chuckle, well aware of how her answer is going to be perceived. 

But how can she care about any of the consequences when the love of her life is looking at her with a soft smile on his face.

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Can you write a sub y/n subrry and Dom Zayn one shot please let them do something really filthy :)

show me how

summary: zayn teaches an inexperienced harry how to pleasure both him and y/n.

warnings: coarse language, smut, f/m/m threesome, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, praise kink

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

•••

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Harry glanced at Zayn as he stood on his knees in front of Y/N. His knees were starting to hurt a little because he was kneeling on the floor, but he ignored it and chose to stay quiet. He was a bit nervous and was a bit afraid he was going to embarrass himself because this is the first time he’s ever going to pleasure a woman and this is also the first time he was having a threesome. It made his heart race from anticipation just from thinking about it.

“What do I do?” Harry asked softly, eyeing Y/N’s most intimate parts.

Y/N was leaning back against her hands, looking down at the blushing boy with a small smile playing on her lips. She was excited. She and Zayn had been friends with benefits for a little while now and she knew Harry was one of his friends. She was even a bit surprised when Zayn had told her that Harry asked him to join in because he had always been a shy and reserved person whenever she met up with him, but was still excited anyway. She has a pretty little dress on and lace panties she specifically wore tonight, her dress hiked up her thighs to show her covered cunt.

“Take her panties off.”

Harry glanced at Zayn once more before bringing his hands up, taking the waistband of Y/N’s lace panties before slowly pulling them down her legs. As he took them off, Y/N moved to lay on her back, shutting her eyes when Harry took them off and placed them beside her.

“Taste her.”

Zayn was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbow resting on the armrest. He was toying with his lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of his eyes. It was arousing, truly. He had to adjust himself a little because his cock was already growing hard in his pants, biting the inside of his cheek softly when Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out, running it up Y/N’s slit. As much as he wanted to do that to Y/N as well, he really did want to help Harry and to show him how to do this.

Harry had to hold back a moan when he tasted Y/N on his tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to lick up her arousal, the soft moans she was letting out going straight to his ears. He sucked her clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking softly. His nails were digging into her thighs softly, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin. He licked up everything she was giving him, humming and moaning against her from satisfaction.

“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N breathed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Harry’s soft curls. She gripped them softly, letting moans and whimpers and gasps leave her pretty little mouth. The feeling of Harry’s warm tongue against her was truly pleasurable and she was enjoying every single bit of it. She tightened her thighs around his head ever so often, which he didn’t seem to mind all that much, but she reminded herself to keep her legs open.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispered softly and Zayn’s eyes flickered to her face, eyeing her mouth that had sinful noises spilling out of it. He admired her features and how pretty she was, smiling a little as he watched her.

Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to Harry.

“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Harry.” Zayn grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off of Y/N, making both of them whimper from the loss. Harry looked up at Zayn, his lips and chin wet with spit and Y/N’s arousal from how messy he had gotten. Zayn smiled down at him and ran his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pushing his thumb into his mouth after. Harry suckled on it softly and closed his eyes, Zayn’s head lifting up when he heard Y/N speak.

“Please, Zayn.” She pleaded and Zayn pulled his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, pushing his head back towards Y/N’s center. Harry immediately stuck his tongue out again and continued what he was doing earlier, except Zayn was holding him against Y/N this time. His hand was gripping his hair tightly and he was watching quietly as he stood beside him.

“Make her come, yeah? You’re not pulling off until I let you.”

Harry could only nod against Y/N as a reply. His nose bumped Y/N’s clit softly when he moved down to tease her weepy hole with his tongue, whimpering softly when Zayn gripped his hair a bit tighter. Harry’s nails were digging into his own thighs, wanting Y/N to come on his tongue so badly. He was losing his breath though, which Zayn noticed, and he pulled his head back. Harry let out soft pants, admiring Y/N’s went cunt that was slick with his spit and her arousal.

“It doesn’t even seem like it’s your first time doing this, look at what you’re doing to her.” Zayn chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Make her come.” Zayn patted Harry’s cheek and walked away from him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss Y/N. He swallowed the moans and whines she was letting out and he could tell that she was getting close from how squirmy and loud she had gotten ever since they started. Her hand cradled his jaw softly, licking into his mouth. Zayn did the same to her, her taste lingering on his tongue when he eventually pulled away.

“I’m close.” She gasped out and Zayn’s lips curved up into a smile again. He stood up straight and watched Harry again, seeing that his eyes were closed and that he was eagerly licking into Y/N’s pretty little pussy. Y/N’s thighs tightened around Harry’s head but Zayn placed his hand on her knee, pulling them apart again.

“Fuck!” Y/N whined when she finally reached her peak, her back arching up a little. A string of loud moans and profanities and Harry’s name left Y/N’s lips, letting the pleasure wash over her and drown her. Therefore she was left panting when Harry pulled off, sighing dreamily as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took, her body relaxing further into the mattress beneath her. She let go of the sheets since she was gripping them pretty tightly, closing her legs as well.

“That was good, Harry. You did good.”

•••

“You’re gonna fuck her now.” Zayn said to Harry. It was like an order, and Harry immediately obeyed for some reason. It showed how submissive he really was, how easily he complied with the things Zayn would say. The fact that he wanted Zayn to teach him as well only added to it. Y/N was quite submissive as well, which he took advantage of whenever they had their nights together. 

Harry gulped quietly as he looked down at Y/N. He had put a condom on and got onto the bed with Y/N while Zayn sat back down on the chair beside the bed. Y/N had taken her dress off as well and it was lying around somewhere in the room. One of Harry’s hands was on Y/N’s knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He ran his tip along Y/N’s soaking slit, a shiver running up his spine from the feeling. He eventually started pushing his cock into her weepy hole, letting out a shaky moan as she squeezed around him. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose, going slowly until his cock was filling her up fully.

“Fuck her, Harry. She likes it rough.” 

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Zayn before looking down at where he and Y/N connected. He thrusted in and out of her a little bit, both of them letting out a soft moan. He did that a couple more times and eventually made his thrusts a bit faster and deeper, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. He leaned his torso over hers, burying his face in her neck as he fucked into her cunt. He panted against her skin, feeling her legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re f-fucking me so good.” Y/N breathed out, tangling one of her hands in his sweaty curls. The feeling of his cock filling her up to the brim made her head spin and all she could do was moan and whimper. Their warm bodies were pressing up against each other’s, droplets of sweat rolling down their skin. The air around them had gotten warmer and thicker and smelled like sex and sweat the longer they fucked. 

“Fuck her harder.” Zayn said, rubbing himself over his pants softly. He couldn’t resist the urge to not touch himself because the sight in front of him was to die for. His hard cock was straining against his pants but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to come through a different way. He only palmed himself, watching Harry lean back up onto his knees while proceeding to fuck into Y/N even harder than before. He let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself, letting his eyes fall shut while he just listened to their obscene noises. He let his head tip back, their filthy moans and whines and whimpers going straight to his ears and his cock.

“I’m gonna come, Harry, fuck.” Y/N gasped out and Zayn opened his eyes again, wanting to watch her come again.

“P-please come, I want you to come.” Harry whimpered softly and Zayn groaned softly, shifting in his seat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Y/N said quickly, gripping the sheets as orgasmic pleasure washed over her once more. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing, her stomach was going in spirals, it was like her body had been consumed by the pleasure Harry was giving her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, moaning and whining shamelessly as she came around Harry’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.

“Fuck, you feel so good, oh god.” Harry choked out as he started to come as well, closing his eyes tightly as he emptied himself in the condom. Y/N was squeezing around him so tightly it felt like he could explode, moaning and whimpering shakily.

Eventually, Harry pulled out of Y/N, still blissed out from his orgasm.

“You’re not done yet, Harry.”

•••

“You’re gonna suck me off now, yeah? Get on your knees.” Zayn said and Harry stood there for a couple seconds even after hearing him, blinking with his lips parted.

“Did you hear me?”

“I- yeah, sorry.” Harry gulped and got down on his knees, looking up at him. Y/N was still on the bed, watching quietly with the sheets pulled over her body since it was kind of cold in the room. She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, her legs kind of feeling like jelly from the two orgasms she just had.

“I’m kind of nervous.” Harry admitted quietly and Zayn laughed a little, tilting his head up.

“Don’t be, I’ll go slow. Uh, hit me if you ever want to stop, okay?” He said and Harry nodded.

“Okay.”

Zayn hastily pulled his pants and his boxers down his legs, the fabric bunching up at his knees. He stroked himself a couple times, moaning softly from the feeling. He looked down at Harry and moved a little bit closer, until his tip prodded at his lips. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head when he slowly took him into his mouth, hissing softly from the feeling. His hair fell over his face a little bit as he watched, letting Harry go at his own pace.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He murmured under his breath, letting his eyes fall shut as he took more of him into his mouth. He tipped his head back, his fingers tightening in Harry’s hair. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, moaning softly.

“Teeth,” Zayn said shakily. “Careful with your teeth.” He chuckled breathily.

Harry’s knees were starting to ache a little but he chose to ignore it, tears gathering in his eyes when he choked around his cock softly. He pulled off and coughed a little, apologizing softly until Zayn told him that it was okay and to go slow. He looked up at him before wrapping a hand around his cock, leaning in to take him into his mouth again. He used his tongue this time instead of trying to take him as deep as he could, feeling proud of himself when he heard Zayn groan from above him.

“Good boy.” Zayn breathed, not being able to resist the urge to thrust into Harry’s mouth a little bit. And eventually, Harry let him. He was thrusting into his mouth slowly, moaning and gasping whenever he did. Harry’s mouth was so wet and warm and it was heavenly. Harry was moaning around him, whimpering softly whenever he gripped and tugged at his hair.

“I’m close.” Zayn grunted out, opening his eyes and forcing himself to look down at Harry because he wanted to watch. Harry was now bobbing his head up and down his cock, a few tears falling down his soft cheeks. His own cock was now hard again just from sucking cock, aching with a bit of precum beading at his tip. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Zayn gasped out, holding Harry’s head still against him as he came in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he reached his peak. He was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making Harry’s scalp hurt a little bit, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Zayn’s knees were threatening to give out a little bit, his entire body leaning into the pleasure. 

He pulled out of Harry’s mouth when he was starting to get sensitive, panting softly as he looked down at him.

Harry smiled, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Did I do good?”

“Yeah, really good.” Zayn chuckled breathily.

a/n: i chose this concept since this one anon kept asking for it so here you go bae 😭😭 and also thank you for 500 followers!! i love every single one of you so so much 🫶🫂

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[amerrierworld]

Swaddled

Summary: we interrupt your regularly scheduled fic-posting with some urgent soft!alcina 

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: absolute tooth-rotting fluff (plus a hint of steam). featuring the (possibly canon??) long-haired Alcina :3

If there was anything you loved nearly as much as Alcina in Castle Dimitrescu, it was her bed. It was large enough to fit two of her with room to spare, and sleeping in it was comfortable beyond belief.

When you were buried beneath the covers and she came into the room, you had to make noise like a hiding kitten to alert her that you were hidden by the massive duvet, so she wouldn’t flop down on the mattress and accidentally squash you.

Alcina had now gotten accustomed to habitually turn back any covers on the beds or couches that she came across, just to double check.

On one such occasion she came into her bedroom and reached over to pull the blankets down, and a sudden, meek squeal of protest made her smile.

You were clinging to her pillows, swaddled in the covers, surrounded by Alcina’s musky, warm scent, and would not have woken up had it not been for the rush of cold air as your cocoon was unraveled. 

“Hello there, little dove,” Alcina whispered as your eyes opened and your face scrunched up, burrowing your head further into the pillow. “You slept through dinner again.”

You enjoyed taking a late afternoon nap, but sometimes when you slept in Alcina’s bed, you kept on dreaming for longer than intended. 

You sat up groggily, hair swept in all directions and watched as Alcina tugged off her gloves and began unpinning her hair from the tight up-do she wore underneath her wide-brimmed hat. 

“Are you hungry?” the giantess asked, sitting at her vanity and thoroughly removing her makeup. “I’ll fetch someone to bring dinner if you’d like.”

You shook your head, watching Alcina as you pressed back into the pillows, bare legs worming underneath the warm covers again. Everything in this room made Alcina look normal-sized, and made you seem like a small dwarf-like creature. All items, from the chairs to the bathroom sink, had been catered to her measurements. 

You preferred to use the regular-sized furniture and rooms in the castle simply for convenience, but when you had the chance, you would always choose Alcina’s bed over yours. Considering that she couldn’t cuddle in your bed like you could in hers, it made the most sense to you.

Long, black hair tumbled from her bun down her shoulders and back and you marveled at the sight. She had a few shorter pieces in the front that she curled and styled to stay in overnight, but tonight seemed rather relaxed, because she brushed through it and left it loose. 

“Is there still room for me there, little dove?” she teased as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a nightgown while gesturing towards the bed. You giggled and spread your limbs like a limp starfish, exclaiming,

“No! Sorry, your bed has been entirely occupied.”

“A shame,” she purred, changing from her creamy dress to an almost pure-white nightgown. Her heels came off and stayed by her vanity chair, and she patted barefoot over to you. “I’ll be forced to use whatever means necessary to reclaim my place.”

“Do whatever you will, I shall never move,” you declared, willing your limbs to stay still, iron-like.

“Whatever, you say?” she drawled, arms coming to plant beside your head, sinking deeper into the soft cushions of the pillows and mattress. You felt your face heat up in surprise as her locks tumbled down and brushed along your shoulders. 

“Perhaps I can be persuasive,” she whispered, full lips pressing against your temple. The smell of her was even stronger now, and you felt your senses tingle as her nose trailed down your face, along your cheekbone. Her larger mouth hovering over yours with a tantalizing smirk.

You felt your body rise as her lips began peppering soft kisses along your lips and chin, but you didn’t bring your arms up around her like you usually did. That made her hum in feigned annoyance, and she kissed your pulse point a bit harder.

Fangs scraped lightly along your skin and you gasped, but just a little.

“Hungry?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut as a long tongue soothed the skin and suckled over your racing pulse.

“Hmm.. some other time, perhaps,” she replied. Her fingers reached down to your bare legs, the slightest of touches making you buck your hips.

“Come now, darling,” she cooed, her hands wandering and her mouth hot against your skin, “give up and let me ravish you.”

You giggled, and retorted, “never.”

The pillows were off the bed in a second, and suddenly your whole figure was shadowed by Alcina holding you down with the weight of her body. She kicked the duvet further down the bed, exposing your body. She pulled your legs apart,  thumbs rubbing over the inside of your thighs.

“Strong, but ever the fool,” she observed, your fingers grabbling the sheets to not pull her hands to where you were hot and needy. “I can tell you want it, sweetling.”

“Cruel,” you whined as her hands came off of your legs. You expected her to keep kissing you, to hold you down and whisper until you were melting and begging. But instead, her heavy warmth disappeared, and you cracked open an eye to see her sit at the foot of the bed, apparently ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” you asked, as she grabbed a silk robe to put over her nightgown.

“To find other accommodations for the night,” she said, “I’ve clearly lost this battle. You will never budge, it seems.”

Her tone was neutral, but you caught sight of her profile, framed by dark wavy locks, and her lips were pulled into a mischievous smirk.

“No,” you breathed, barely audible. Alcina turned her head away, pushing her arms into the sleeves of the robe.

“What was that?” she asked, but you both knew damn well she heard what you said.

“No!” this time you were the one who pounced, flying up to wrap your arms around her neck from behind before she could stand up.

Her laugh was melodic and soft as you clung to her, face burying in her sweet-smelling hair. 

“You’re mean,” you whined, “we were playing a game. You never sleep without me.”

Your lips pressed underneath her ear, nose worming through her hair and Alcina chuckled deeply.

“Of course we were playing a game, little dove. And now you’ve lost.”

You opened your mouth to retort but only a screech escaped you as Alcina stood, suddenly, lifting you up in the air while holding onto her neck. She plucked you off with flawless ease and then you were being cradled in her arms, her perfect smile showing perfect teeth, and you couldn’t bother being mad at her for tricking you.

“Fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms, “but you have to make it up to me. I was actually gonna win against you for the first time ever had you not played tricks.”

“I always play tricks, darling,” she said, hands rubbing your form as she settled back against the pillows, you in her arms. You squirmed until she released you and you sat upon her middle staring up into those golden eyes with defiance written all over your face. 

“I suppose that’s true,” you grumbled, “though that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”

She grinned again, her eyes crinkling. You wondered if she ever smiled this much before you had come to stay at Castle Dimitrescu. The thought made your heart beat a little faster. Then you wondered if her senses could pick up on that. Everything about her made you wonder.

“How does my sweet want to reconcile?” Alcina asked, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “I can’t have you stay angry at me forever.”

You raised yourself a little higher and climbed up a bit more so you could press your mouth against hers. Once she was delightfully distracted by your tongue twining with hers, your small hands wandered down to her breasts, running the fingertips over the tops that were exposed to your eyes.

Alcina’s breath came out in a soft, slow gasp, and you continued, pushing the robe off of her shoulders and then the silky straps down her arms, before you cupped them both in your hands, feeling stiff nipples as you sucked her lower lip with a grin.

“I can think of a few things,” you said.

A/N: and that concludes our very urgent announcement. back to business, everyone.

[daisyblog]

Auntie and Uncle Duties

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN look after Olive.

Based on this request and this request.

Phoebe🩵:

Hey Sis! I’ve got a last minute meeting this afternoon, will you and Louis look after Olive for me please?😘xxx

YN let out an excited ‘agh’ as she read the message from Phoebe. There was no hesitation, they would be absolutely thrilled to spend the day with their niece. Plus, YN saw it as a way of her and Louis getting into practice of looking after a newborn again, considering it had been 9 years since Arthur was born.

“Lou! Lou!”. YN shouted with urgency trying to get his attention from the next room. “Louis!”.

Louis feet came to a halt as his sock covered feet ran into the kitchen. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”. His voice was rushed as he tried to catch his breath again.

“We’re looking after Olive today!”. YN smile filled her face, as she broke the news to Louis. “Isn’t that exciting?”.

He couldn’t help but stare at YN in disbelief, at how she had shouted his name with such urgency. “Yeah it’s fookin’ great…but next time less of the shouting…I thought there was something wrong”.

YN only rolled her eyes at his words. “Don’t be so dramatic…I’m thrilled that Phoebe has asked us”. The large grin on her face told Louis that this really meant a lot to her.

“Pheebs thinks the world of you…all me sisters do…so of course they’d trust you with their babies.”. Louis reached around so his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands landing on her lower back.

“Makes me more excited for our little bean!”. YN looked down at the small bump that sat between them.

Louis smiled down as he thought about in a few months time, their family would have an extra little person. “Who would have thought ey? If it wasn’t for my blue eyes that night maybe we wouldn’t even be here”.

“It wasn’t just your eyes…I thought you were hot way before that night”. YN confessed as they were still wrapped up in each others arms.

Louis wore his famous smirk, enjoying the new information he was hearing. “Oh really? It was the striped T-shirt and braces wasn’t it?”.

“Definitely…just gave you that bad boy edge!”. YN teased before reaching up to meet his lips.

---

The moment Phoebe dropped Olive off at YN and Louis’ to go to her meeting in London, YN’s smile has not left her face. Louis loved many things about YN but watching her being a mother and auntie was something special. She was a natural and her caring side really showed.

“And how about me, you and uncle Louis go for a walk?”. YN spoke to Olive as she gently put her pink coat on her. “And then we can pick Arthur up from school…he’ll be so excited to see you…yes he will”. YN cooed as Olive looked up at her, the mini Phoebe taking everything in.

“Your auntie YN doesn’t stop talking does she?”. Louis gently took Olive from YN’s arms, rocking her gently in his as he looked down at his niece. “It’s the Styles in her…always chatting!”.

YN knew he was teasing but she couldn’t help but form a ‘O’ with her mouth at his words. “You’re cheeky….you know I’m the quieter Styles!”.

“if you say so babe…but Gemma has won that title fair and square…you and Harry don’t stop when you’re together!”. Louis defended his words as he placed Olive into her pram and placing a blanket over her to stop the wind from making her cold.

“Oh shush and let’s take our beautiful niece for a walk!”.

---

The couple had slowly walked to their local park, Louis pushing the pram as Olive slept constantly inside. YN couldn’t help but let her mother’s instincts take over and kept checking on Olive every few minutes to check she was okay.

Enjoying the calmness, they continued to walk through the park, over the small bridge and around the lake before deciding to head to a cafe for them to get something to drink and to be able to feed Olive.

Walking into the small cafe, they were lucky to spot a table towards the back of the shop and quickly claimed it as their own. Whilst Louis ordered them both cups of tea, YN carefully picked Olive up from her pram as she started to stir. Louis was quick to make a bottle of milk up, using everything Phoebe had given them. As Olive gulped down her milk, eager for her lips to meet the bottle, Louis and YN sat in silence watching in awe at the little baby.

“OH! Is that Louis?”. The excited voice caught both their ears, meaning they started at each other wondering how the interaction would go.

Louis quickly brought his mug up to his lips to take a sip, a way to distract himself as he noticed the two fans approaching them. “Uh hi!”.

“Hey…you alright?”. Louis was always polite to his fans, he was eternally grateful for all their love and support. But when he was in public with his family, he always felt the urge to be protective.

“Yeah…we just wanted to say hi and that we’re really big fans”. The older girl spoke, as she looked between Louis and YN.

“Oh well thank you love…I appreciate all your support”. Louis wore a grin on his face, as he looked between the two fans.

“Is this Olive?”. The younger of the two noticed the baby lying in YN’s arms, still drinking her milk.

“Yeah…we’re on uncle and auntie duty today”. YN joked as she gently rubbed Olive cheek with her finger.

“She’s so cute!”. They cooed over the newborn. After taking a quick photo with Louis, the fans were eager to leave couple to enjoy their time.

Wanting to let YN drink her tea before it got cold, Louis carefully took Olive into his arms as the little one began to fuss. He gently stood on his feet with Olive tucked up to his neck as he swayed her gently to help soothe her. The science in front of her made YN glad she was already pregnant because the sight of Louis holding Olive in his arms, caused her ovaries to dance. Wanting to cherish the moment, she quickly snapped a photo of the precious moment between Louis and Olive because it really was something special.

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annetwist absolutely beautiful ❤️❤️

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thephoebetomlinson Olive loved her day with uncle Lou and auntie YN! Love you both🥰❤️

pillowpersonpp This is too sweet!

j_corden Waw! This is a special photo x

louisfan4 LOUIS🥹🥹🥹

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louisfan9 can’t believe we actually get to see louis holding his own baby soon!!

harryfan6 YN tell Harry we miss him❤️

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[missluckycharms]

You, Me and Harry make three. Part Two.

Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.

Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.

This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.

Masterlist.

Part One.

Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.

A/N: Izzy and Joey are OCs! Their features will be discussed in this, if you don’t want to envision them how I write them, feel free to use your own images of them! I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I have! Harry Joey and Izzy are now my new babies, and I will protect them with my whole heart 🥺

Word count: 5.3k.

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"This place is amazing!"

"If singing on stage gives you this, sign me up for your supporting act H!"

Harry smiles and laughs watching his girls, the pair in awe running about the Italian villa he owns, hidden away amongst shrubbery and gated security, no one only Harry and his team know about this villa, it's a very secret location that Harry has done all he can to not let people find this place. It's not as grand as you would think it would be, a millionaire rockstar having a smallish Italian villa decorated mainly in old vintage Italian furniture, is not something you would hear of very often, most singers would have penthouses with the latest technology and fast cars in the driveway — not Harry, he would take this small secluded villa with a vintage convertible in the driveway over a multi million dollar penthouse with a Lamborghini in the front.

"Recognise the decor?" He asks as they both walk back in, their sunglasses pushed up into their hairs and their summer dresses flowing above their knees, their smiles bright and their arms linked as they look at Harry before them.

"No way! It's the theme we suggested for this place! Look Iz, it's the painting you suggested we buy in the art gallery last time we went to France!"

Joey says tugging Izzys arm and pointing at a large painting on the wall behind the dining table, the silhouette of a woman laying on a sofa with fabric draped over her, the sofa situated on a balcony as the sunset casts down onto her making her dark against the painting, the sunset the main focus as the arch of the balcony door in the golden hues of the sunset seeping in around the room. Harry fell in love with it in the gallery the last time they all took a trip there, Izzy grabbing his hand and pulling him towards where it was being showcased as Joey chatted to the artist about another piece that caught her eye. Harry loved the way Izzy was in awe over this work of art, he knew instantly he needed it somewhere personal and private for them all, he knew this villa he was had being done up would be the perfect place for the painting.

It was all perfect, and Harry loved it.

"I think she looks like Jo, that's why I loved it. See? The curves and the way she's laid out — confident and beautiful, it's our Jo!" Izzy says sweetly, causing Joey to kiss her head and nod for Harry to join them, the three of them all hugging and looking up at the painting, Izzy squished in the middle as Joey and Harry hold onto her with love.

"I think, we should have a wine and pasta night — right way to start our vacation, mmh?" Harry asks kissing the two girls heads, the pair looking at him with all the adoration in the world, his white goggle glasses pushed into his curly hair, his long sleeve white and navy shirt on his torso along with linen white trousers on his legs accompanied by scruffy vans with pink laces on his feet, he looked like art — if they could, they would chose him as the painting for the wall.

"Are you cooking it? Mister pasta chef?" Joey asks teasing him by brushing her nose off his, the pair close to one another as Izzy rests her head on Joey's arm looking at Harry and Joey tease one another with little kisses and lip bites filled with small laughs and breathy moans.

"I'll try my best, how about you two clean up? You both must be worn out and sweaty from our trip here" he says with a wink, kissing the two girls before disappearing off into the kitchen, a near skip in his step as he smiles heading to make dinner for him and his girls.

"I think he was jealous of our bathroom trip" Joey says as Izzy laughs blushing a little, Joey wrapping her arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead many times as they walk and laugh towards their bedroom, the bathroom awaiting them — much like the bathroom in Harry's private jet did.

As the girls fill up the bathtub, giggles and lavender filled bubbles kissing their skin as they share time together, soft innocent touches and jokes passed back and forth as they washed one another and kissed showing affection amongst many small cuddle sessions that always ended up with Izzy plastering lavender bubbles on Joey's face when she closed her eyes to relax, Joey retaliating with splashing water at Izzy as she fights back, their laughs echoing around the villa as Harry smiles to himself, his music playing not being loud enough to block out their laughs.

The kitchen is dimly lit, candles filled the space as his record player spins an old Fleetwood Mac vinyl of his, the sunset casting a slight hue through the back doors of the villa, the curtains framing the glass doors blowing slightly in the summer breeze of Italy. Harry is humming while stirring the pasta, his body filled with warmth and excitement as he prepares the meal, sauce in a pan while he cooks the pasta, flour on his apron from when he tried to make pasta from scratch from a recipe book he bought the last time he was here alone, this is the first time he's brought his girls here — it's safe to say, he'll never come here alone again, it's meant to be filled with laughs and the smell of pasta cooking while Fleetwood Mac dances around the aroma scented villa, Harry knows he can never come here alone again.

He would never want to come here alone again.

"Is that meatballs I smell?" Izzy says skipping out into the kitchen, her hair damp and Harry's black vintage Pink Floyd on her body, a pair of his boxers on her legs as shorts as she nearly dances into Harrys arms as he holds them out, turning them both so they're facing the stove, his hand stirring the sauce and meatballs with a wooden spoon as Izzy cuddles into him.

"Here, take a taste — we all know you're the meatball connoisseur" Harry laughs, holding up half a meatball covered in tomato sauce filled with herbs and spices he found. She leans forward and wraps her lips around the end of the spoon, her tongue lapping up all the sauce along with the meat as she pulls away looking at him with furrowed brows as she tastes it, swishing it about and gathering up all the flavours he's added in.

"Good?" He asks nervously, her silence deafening as she smiles, leaning over to lick the remainders off the spoon while holding eye contact with him.

"Your sauce always tastes nice, H" she says kissing his neck, holding eye contact with him as she spins around and heads back towards the bedroom, his mouth slightly open as he watches her leave, her small frame disappearing as he gulps while turning his attention back to the food.

"How's our boy getting on?" Joey asks brushing through her hair, Izzy watching her in awe sitting behind her on the bed, Joey's eyes on her in the mirror as she sits at the vanity smiling at her.

"Dancing to Stevie and making dinner, he's okay" she giggles as Joey smiles, leaving down her hairbrush and joining Izzy on their bed, another one of Harry's t shirts on her body also, a white Rolling Stones t shirt, small holes in the neck and hem of the shirt from how long Harry has owned it and wore it. Harry is obsessed with seeing them in his clothes, always telling them to wear his shirts around the house when they're all alone — he loves seeing them wrapped in his things, claiming them as his and only his.

"We should feel bad for letting him cook alone" Joey says leaning over Izzy, straddling her waist as her chin knocks against their forehead gently to signal for her to lay down, her brown damp hair fanning around her head as Joey rests above her, smiling down softly at her as they bask in one another's presence in the warm golden hue of the lamps on the bed side tables.

"He insisted, he loves to cook" Izzy says sighing when Joey connects their lips, Izzys hands coming up to cup her face as Joey holds onto her thigh with one hand and cradling her head with the other, her nails scratching at her scalp as Izzys thighs lock around Joey's waist and holding her against her more as they kiss slowly and passionately, the pair smiling and worshiping one another as they listen to Harry softy sing in the kitchen cooking them all dinner.

They're all in bliss, their safe haven being their only escape from the world and the only time they can all be alone and show one another how much they care for each other. Sure they have their alone times in hotel rooms and back stage, but it's nothing like being locked away in a villa in a country that isn't demanding Harry to be on talk shows and random small interviews here and there, it's a place where they can just relax and not care about the beady eyes of the public and Jeff banging down the doors demanding Harry being at a certain place. This is the second vacation all three have spend together, the first being in Spain and now they're here, they've all preferred secluded small villas to grand luxurious hotel suites looking over the whole City of Venice.

The small villa with two gardens filled with flowers, trees and a small patch where Harry said he would one day grow his own vegetables if he gets to stay here that long, he wants to grow his own food to be able to make authentic dishes for his pasta loving girlfriends — this villa is enough for him, and he would never want to have a luxurious life filled with money and expensive clothes and furniture that probably would break if you touched it, Harry doesn't want that — he wants a vintage decorated villa, filled with flowers out front while Stevie sings around the building on vinyl as his girls laugh, almost in tune with every song as he cooks and treats them like he wants to, treat them like his lovers — and one day, like his wives.

"Came to get you two for dinner, but looks like you're getting to dessert without me" Harry says from the doorframe, his body leaned on it as he stands with his flour covered apron, a smile on his lips as the girls pause and look at him, Joey nearly between Izzys thighs as they laugh and blush looking at him.

"Come on, dinners served Madams!" Harry jokes leading them both to where he's set up, the back garden is filled with fairy lights, the bushes and trees decorated in the small lights as the table sits in a small patch of grass amongst all the high bushes and trees, shielding them from any prying eyes that could be near by.

"I think we're underdressed for this" Joey says looking at hers and Izzys current states, the pair only wearing Harrys t shirts and his boxers as shorts, Harry beside them with a stained apron and his clothes from this morning when they flew over.

"Who says? Tonight, I actually decided the theme is half naked and drunk on Italian wine" he shrugs leading them to their chairs, the girls smiling and laughing as the places one kiss to their lips each, their smiles never fading as Harry excuses himself, leaving his girls under the fairy lights as they look around in awe at the garden.

He soon strides out, only in his long sleeve shirt and boxers, dishes in his hands filled with their meal as the pair laugh and cheer in excitement and also whistling for their boyfriend who's half naked dishing them their dinner, his confidence sky rocketing as his girls take him in, complementing him and his food as he passes out a plate to them, leaving one at his place at the table as he wanders back inside, Izzy shouting about how his bum looks while Joey laughs about how "biteable his British bum looks" Harry will never get tired of her saying that to him.

Their dinner is filled with laughs, complements thrown at Harry for his cooking and wine filled jokes and stories about their times together, Izzy acting out how Harry first reacted to Joey using a strap on, on him and Joey acting out how Harry drunkenly tried to sing for the two, half naked and using a shampoo bottle as a mic as the pair sat half asleep in the bed, their boyfriend after waking them up by belting a mashup of any song he could think of at three in the morning in their hotel room — it's safe to say it's one of their favourite memories together even if Harry only half remembers it.

Their tipsy jokes and random touches has lead them to their bedroom, Harry tied up to the headboard as Joey straddles Izzy at the end of the bed, the pair putting on a show as Harry whines and rattles his hands against the handcuffs to try and break free to touch them, his underwear suffocating his erection as he watches the girls fully naked touching and kissing one another, clearly getting off on how Harry is reacting to watching them, his body covered in sweat as he whines and curses into the air.

"You can whine all you want baby boy, but you're ours tonight, you do as you're told, got it?" Joey says as she pants slightly, Izzy suckling on her nipples and kissing her breasts as Joey speaks to Harry, her eyes on him as he bites his lip and nods obsessively at her.

"Yes, yes I'll do as I'm told" he says as Joey smiles, grasping Izzys hair in her fingers and pressing her face closer to her breasts as she keeps her eyes on Harry, knowing it drives him wild when she does this.

"Yes who?" She says as Izzy reacts to this also, her small whines coming out in tune with Harrys as they both curse and look at Joey with glassy eyes and their full attention on her.

"Yes, mommy" Harry says slowly, his head foggy and only focused on Joey and Izzy, his body feels like jelly as he smiles lazily and bites his lip watching his girls please one another in front of him.

"Good boy" she hums out, taking Izzy off her breasts lightly and laying her down on her back, her eyes on the small girl as she smiles in response, her bottom lip between her teeth as Joey lowers herself, kissing her body as she goes lower and lower towards where Izzy needs her most.

Harry is whining and tugging against the handcuffs as Joey eats Izzy out, Izzys own moans coming out and mixing in the air with Harrys as Joey feeds off their reactions, Izzy falling apart on her tongue as Harry falls apart only by looking at them, he's pretty sure he could cum just by looking at them — it's happened before, both girls ended up loving it and he ended up loving being humiliated by the pair as he whined into their mouths with his underwear filled with his own cum in the back of a limo on their way home from an event, the windows tinted but they all love the thrill of being found out as they're all on top of one another in a limo.

"Look at him Iz, getting hard by looking at you getting your pretty cunt ate" Joey says pulling away to slip her fingers into Izzys cunt, coaxing her towards her second orgasm of the night as Izzy moans and squirms about on the bed, much like Harry is at the top of the bed, his arms clattering in the metal against the headboard as Joey holds eye contact with him as she dips back down to suck at Izzys clit.

"Please, let me touch you both, mommy please" he whines as Izzy moans out loudly, her second high washing over her as Joey licks and laps up her release with a smile kissing her thighs as she rides her through her high, the pair glistening in sweat as they pleasure one another before their boyfriend who's about to fall apart watching it all.

"Mommy, Haz wants go touch himself" Izzy speaks up, Joey worshipping her body as Izzy looks at Harry clenching his own thighs together, trying anything to get some relief as he's restrained to the headboard.

"Should we let him? Let him touch his cock and watch us have some fun?" Joey says looking at Izzy who's pleading for Harry, needing to see him touch himself as Joey smiles at her.

"Alright baby girl, you let Haz out and I'll get our special toy we love, okay?" She instructs Izzy who's crawling towards a frustrated Harry who's covered in sweat and needing someone to touch him. She lets him free with the click of a key in the lock of the cuffs, Joey grabbing hers and Izzys favourite toy from their toy bag they bring with them everywhere — it's a double sided blue dildo, Harry loves it when they use it before him, they even face time him and use it while he's away on his own, his hand tugging at his cock as he watches them through a screen falling apart on their favourite toy.

Harry is loving it, watching them now in person, holding onto one another as they use the dildo together, their clits brushing off one another's as they move along the toy, Harry being instructed to touch himself but not to cum, Joey insisting that he be edged until she can finally fuck him. The girls are whining and moaning as they brush up against one another as they move, one of Joey's legs up on Izzys shoulders as both of Izzys legs hug Joey's waist while Joey's other leg rests around Izzys back holding her up against her body a little, preventing her from falling down in pleasure.

"Look so good, gonna cum all over myself just by looking at you both" Harry moans out, his hand lazily stroking his cock as Joey laughs while biting her lip looking at him, Izzy moaning away as Joey holds onto her, rocking their lips back and forth as they please one another.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over yourself like you did that night in the limo? Poor baby couldn't even hold it in, came just by watching his girls make out" Joey teases him as Harry whines at her words, loving how she humiliates him yet again, his hand squeezing his cock to prevent himself from cumming just by listening to the words falling from her swollen plumped up lips.

Both Izzy and Joey fall apart on the toy, Harry nearly cumming along with them but when he earns a slap to his thigh by Joey he soon collects himself and tries to hold it off in the hopes that he gets some action too, the curly haired man coated in sweat biting his tongue to hold off on saying the wrong thing that could lead to him going to sleep hard and frustrated while his girls sleep peacefully around him, content and satisfied.

"Think he deserves to have his ass played with Iz? Think he deserves to have Mommy's tongue in his hole?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, the pair now kissing and laying beside one another on the bed as Harry watches them with pleading eyes.

"Yes mommy, he's been a good boy for you, want to watch you eat his hole" Izzy sighs out as Joey kisses her hard before slapping her Sensitive cunt with a laugh earning her a squeal and laugh from Izzy in return as she scurries up beside Harry, Joey watching as Harry whines into Izzys mouth as they kiss desperately.

"Good girl, giving Harry your pretty lips" Joey hums sitting in front of the pair, leaning over to brush Izzys hair out of the way as her and Harry whine into one another's mouths, tongues and teeth clashing as Joey observes them with a smile over how submissive the two of them are for her.

"Been such a good boy H, think you deserve my mouth. On your knees, and put that pretty ass up in the air" Joey instructs him, Izzy breaking away from him as he jumps into position, his head against the sheets as Izzy sits in front of him, brushing the curls from his face and littering small kisses all over him as Joey slaps his ass a few times to rile him up even more.

"Such a pretty hole. Desperate for it aren't ya baby boy? Clenching around nothing" Joey hums out as she runs her thumb over his hole, hearing his whines against the sheets as Izzy smiles and cooes at him while Joey bends down, running her tongue over his hole as he clutches onto the bed sheets.

"Doing so good mommy, Haz is tearing up over your tongue. Does it feel good?" She says to Joey and then looking down at Harry who now has his head in her lap, his cheek against her thigh as she runs her thumb over his cheeks soothing him as he desperately squirms under Joey's touch as she licks into his hole behind him.

"Feels s'good, fucking hell" he moans out loudly when Joey finally slips her fingers into him, the bottle of lube being discarded onto the bed beside them as Harry holds onto Izzys thighs while burying his head in her thighs also, moaning loudly from the pleasure as Izzy holds onto him, making eye contact with Joey every now and then as she happily licks and fingers Harry's hole just how he likes it.

"That's it baby, take mommy's fingers" Joey moans out watching as Harrys hole takes her fingers like nothing, his moans loud as she curls them up and hits off his prostate which sends him into a frenzy, his cock hard and leaking between his legs as he fights off his orgasm like Joey is demanding him to do, his thighs being slapped everytime she knows he's close to letting go.

"He needs to cum so badly mommy, can he cum?" Izzy asks Joey innocently, her eyes glassy and her lips swollen from biting down on them watching Harry fall apart as he rests his head on her thighs, his eyes looking up into hers as he silently pleads with her to ask can he cum.

"He's not cumming until Mommy puts her special cock into his hungry hole" Joey says through gritted teeth as she moans out watching as Harry squirms and moans for her, pleading with her to let him cum as they all look desperately at one another.

"Gonna go and get our special toy baby, Izzy keep our boy company" Joey instructs as Izzy bends down to engage in hers and Harrys own quiet conversation, small laughs and whispers heard amongst kisses as Joey smiles fondly, gathering up her strap on and pulling it up onto her as Izzy showers Harry in delicate kisses as he basks in all the attention, loving the adoration all over him.

It's only a few more minutes before Harry is losing his mind on the bed, his hands clutching onto Izzys thighs as she rubs his back and runs her fingers through her hair, Joey behind Harry pounding into him with her strap on as she praises him to no end, Harry loving the praise and attention as he gets ruined by his two girls.

"You love this, don't you? Getting fucked in the ass, wonder what your fans would think if they knew this, Harry Styles begging to be fucked in the ass and desperate to cum" Joey says which causes Harry to moan out loudly, Joey's hand joining izzys in his hair as she pulls on his hair erupting a growl from his chest at the feeling.

"Bet they'd all go crazy knowing you love to call me Mommy also, they'd love to know how fucking desperate to cum you get and how needy you are for a cock up your ass" Izzy moans at Joey's words also, the pair getting off at her words as she gives it her all, her hips snapping up against Harrys as his cock rests on the sheets rubbing off the soft cotton with each thrust of her hips.

"They'd also love how he likes to be called daddy, right mommy?" Izzy joins in on Harrys humiliation, his lazy smile up at Izzy as she joins in, almost proud of her as Joey holds the same smile, their quiet girl being vocal in bed is something they love, they know how hard it is for her to be like this, so when a few filthy words slip from her lips they both beam at her like she just learned how to talk for the first time.

"That's right Iz, they'd go crazy if they knew what a whore our baby boy is in bed, how kinky he really is and how much he loves to be man handled by his girls" Joey says as Izzy beams happily at her, the girl proud of herself for making them both smile and for speaking out loud in bed, especially when her words earned her a moan from Harry that sent shivers up her spine over how desperate he sounded.

"M'gonna cum, harder mommy please!" He begs out as Joey pounds into him harder, Izzy immediately reaching under his hips to grab his cock as Harry catches her nipple in his mouth, her breasts in his face as she strokes his cock, his moans vibrating through Izzy as Joey moans watching them both moan at one another at the head of the bed.

Joey's hands dig harder into Harrys waist, his ass jiggling as she pounds into him from behind, his body coated in sweat as her red hand prints are clearly visible on his cheeks from earlier, his body shaking as he nears his high, toes curling against the sheets as Joey doesn't stop moving, her own body coated in sweat as she puts power behind her thrusts to get their boyfriend to cum, every thrust she sends into him causing the dildo to brush against his prostate sending him into a frenzy.

"Pump him harder Iz, he's almost there, aren't you baby boy? Gonna cum all over Izzys hand and the sheets, yeah?" Joey asks as Harry moans out with a nod, his hands desperately gripping onto Izzys thighs and his mouth sucking her nipple as Izzy moans out at the feeling, stroking his cock faster and harder, Harrys hand rutting against her hand and the sheets.

"Fucking him so good mommy, come on Haz, cum for me and mommy" Izzy spits out as she moans at the feeling of Harry sucking on her nipples, Harry finally letting go at the sound of her dirty talking, it's not expected from her but when she doesn't spit out a few curses or dirty words it sends him and Joey over the edge, their innocent girlfriend talking dirty is something they never knew could make them crumble so quickly.

"Thank you mommy, thank you, thank you" he slurs out when Joey pulls out, his head of curls resting on Izzys thighs as she pulls the curls from his sweaty forehead, her fingers separating each curl from being matted together with sweat as Joey cleans off the dildo and runs to get a wash cloth to clean him up — Harry having his own washcloth, a light blue one, Izzy having a lilac one while Joey has a dark purple one, each one of them having their own colours.

"I know bub, just bare with me, just need to clean you up" Joey cooes out while wiping his hole and cock, Harry hissing and groaning over how sensitive he is right now, his lips kissing small kisses over Izzys thighs as Joey smiles at their small interaction.

"Did so good for us H, need to come back to me now yeah?" Joey says as Izzy kisses his face to try and coax him out of his sub space, his eyes hooded and tear filled as Izzy tries to help him come back.

"Mommy, thank you" he slurs out which causes Joey to throw his washcloth into the laundry hamper and crawl up beside him and wrap her arm around his back, flipping him over so he's half laying on each of their laps as they look down at him.

"No H, it's Joey now, come back to me, come back to Joey baby" she says soothing him quietly, his eyes falling closed before his mind finally clears of the fog that filled it, his smile wide in his blissed out state as he begins to come back.

"M'back now" he mumbles out as the two girls laugh a little, kissing him as he smiles lazily wrapping his arms around their thighs as they rest against the headboard with Harry in their laps.

"Think it's time for a bath. H, you follow Izzy and she'll get the bath ready while I clean up in here, okay?" Joey says instructing them all once again, the pair disappearing into the bathroom, Harry having to be held up by Izzy which was comical to watch, her small frame trying to keep his tall one up as her head rests on his bicep trying to guide him.

Their small conversation and laughs are heard from the bathroom, the water running and the smell of Harry's favourite lavender bath salts filling their noses as Joey pulls of the messy sheets, pulling on some new ones and quickly joining her babies in the bathroom, the pair now in the bath and splashing one another with water, Izzy resting against Harrys chest between his legs as they leave a space in front of her for where Joey usually sits, Izzy usually being sandwiched between the two as they all relax together.

"Room for one more?" Joey asks which causes them all to smile, remembering how she said those exact words when she saw Izzy and Harry making out across the room in the club two years ago, from then on, they never once regretted saying ...

"Always room for one more"

[osamustar]

Loss

No trigger warnings provided.

Sexual content.

Female reader.

ANGST.

It was a cold night, thunder crashing down, shaking the entire house. The windows flashed every so often with lightning, illuminating the dark house. You stood in the doorway of the bedroom where your lover laid on silky sheets, inspecting a small pocket knife. “Michael..?” You whispered, taking a step forward. You held your hands behind your back. Michael averted his eyes to your dark figure. Light filled the entire room for a second, showing your half naked body. You wore one of your husband’s flannels, and a pair of black lacy underwear.

“What is it my love?” Michael sat up, setting the pocket knife on the nightstand beside him. He reached over, turning the knob on the lamp, only for it to not turn on. “Shit… Damn storm…” He mumbled, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. You walked over to the bed, sitting down next to him. You laid your head atop his shoulder, sighing. You moved your head to look up at him, “you know how I’ve been throwing up a lot the past few days?” “Mhm…” He hummed, leaning over, pressing kisses to your neck, his hands running down your soft legs.

“I’m pregnant.” Michael froze in place, unable to move for several seconds. “Come again?” He let out a small laugh, looking up at you. “I’m pregnant.” You repeated, running your hands through his hair, a smile creeping onto your lips. Michael buried his head in your stomach, laughing. His arms wrapped tightly around you, yelling. You began to giggle, bending down to kiss the top of his head as he kissed your stomach over and over again. “Oh, baby…” He gasped, “I-I don’t know what to say… I’m in disbelief… You aren’t messing with me?!” “No…” You smiled, running your fingers through his silky curls.

You were told you were infertile and could never have children. You came home bearing the awful news, sobbing, hiding away in the bedroom for weeks. You wouldn’t let Michael anywhere near you. He would talk to you through the door, whispering sweet things. How much he loved you, how he just wanted to hold you in his arms and make it all go away. You weren’t eating, and he doubted you were even drinking any water. It was killing him on the inside. One day you came walking out of the room. Slow, and weak.

“Michael..?” “Y/N..? Y/N! Hey! Hey, hey, hey…” He came rushing over, holding your face up to look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot, tears staining your cheeks. He wiped them off with his thumbs, a saddened expression on his face. Your lip began to quiver, bursting into tears. “Hey! Baby… It’s okay… It’s okay, I’m here…” He whispered, pulling you close to him, hugging you as tightly as he possibly could. You sobbed into his chest, hands pulling on the back of his shirt. Your weeps were something Michael would never grow used to. It gave him an awful feeling. All he wanted to do was make it all go away. He wanted you to be happy again.

Michael picked you up bridal style, carrying you upstairs back to the bedroom to lay you down. He pulled the covers over you, and got into bed beside you. “I love you… You know that?” Michael whispered, brushing strands of hair out of your face, “everything’s going to be okay…” You didn’t believe that for one second. You felt like you were going to be in this hell forever. Maybe it was the world’s way of telling you that you shouldn’t have a child with a serial killer. Was that it? You were being punished for loving the most vile man to live?

However, today you found out that the earth was not punishing you. She was rewarding you. Giving you a blessing out of all the horror you’ve been through. Michael pressed kisses to your belly, smile never leaving his face. Hard to believe this was the same man who fucked you day by day, filling you full of his cum, pushing his fingers into you to keep it inside, determined to impregnate you even though it was impossible. But it wasn’t impossible, because here you were, laying in bed with your husband as he caressed your plump belly. It wasn’t the bright and happy sunny day you were asking for when finding out you were pregnant, but maybe it was the world warning you of something? Did she know this child would turn out to be just like Michael?

Michael’s hands ran down your hips, kissing your shoulders as you washed dishes. He ran his hands over your growing belly, pressing himself against your body. He trailed his kisses up to your ear, “I love you…” “I love you too.” You smiled, setting down the plate you were cleaning. You turned to face him, draping your arms over his shoulders. He smiled down at you with his pretty ocean blue and pearly white orbs, the first thing you fell in love with. You pursed your lips, keeping eye contact with him. You two sat in silence, staring at each other until your eyes began to water. You began to wince, finally blinking. “AHHH, YOU BLINKED!” Michael burst into laughter, attacking your sides, tickling you. You screamed, trying to push him away, “you always win!” You whined, giggling. “Stop! Stop! Michael I’m gonna pee!” You cried, squeezing your legs together. “Do not tickle a pregnant woman!” You hissed, trying to catch your breath.

“Sorry not sorry.” Michael laughed, running to the living room before you could smack him. You glared at his backside, going back to cleaning the dishes. You married a child. “Michael?” “My love?” “Do you wanna go to the store with me and get some baby stuff? Or just look…” You leaned against the archway to the living room, twiddling your fingers. Michael never liked going into public. He didn’t like showing his face to anyone but you. However it was the only way for him to fit in and look normal. “Yeah… Sure.” He seemed uneasy. “You don’t hav—“ “I’m not letting my pregnant wife go to the store alone.” He stood up, buttoning up his flannel. “I can handle myself…” You mumbled.

Michael didn’t expect you to be this excited over things for the baby. Each time you found a pair of cute little shoes you’d squeal, and make him look at them. “Very cute…” He gave a forced smile. Of course he was excited about the baby, but he couldn’t bring himself to squeal about baby clothes. He didn’t understand your appeal. “Oh my god, Michael, look!” You ran over to the cribs, stuck to one handmade white piece. Michael shoved his hands in his pockets as he examined the crib. “It’s a beautiful piece of wo—“ “I want it.” You quickly interrupted him with large, bulging eyes. Michael smiled, chuckling, “you seem pretty serious… How much is it?” He leaned down, checking out the price tag. “It’s a reasonable price…” “Let’s get it! Pretty please!” You begged, tugging on his arm.

Michael got you the crib. He couldn’t not get it, you probably would’ve had a hormonal breakdown. Michael would pass by the nursery everyday, and you’d be standing in front of the crib, staring down into it. You’d sit in the rocking chair, humming soft melodies as you crocheted together a white blanket. Michael enjoyed listening to your voice, it soothed him. Michael was getting used to this side of you. Motherly. All you did was sit in that room, making that blanket. Staring into the crib, counting down the days until your child was born.

Michael came home covered in blood, trudging through the house to find you in the nursery. You didn’t even know he had left. Your eyes widened in horror, “Michael! Wh-Wha—“ “The neighbor pissed me off.” “What… What did they do?!” “He looked at me funny.” “That’s no reason to kill someone!” “Yeah it is…” He mumbled, rolling up his sleeves, leaving the doorway. You sat there in shock, not knowing how to process that. You supposed it was about time Michael killed again. He’s gone months now, of course a weird look would piss him off. You heard the shower begin to run. You quickly stood up, tiptoeing to the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom. Michael had his back to the mirror, his head craned over to look at it.

Your face flushed red, feeling your abdomen fill with butterflies. His back was well sculpted, with strong arms. The door creaked, making you back away quickly. “You watching me?” Michael laughed, looking over at the door. “No…” “My love… You’re my wife, you can stare at me all day.” Michael swung open the door, looking down at you. The stench of his blood soaked body filled your nostrils. You bit your lip, dragging your fingers down his softly toned body, your fingers spreading the blood. “Let me get myself clean I don’t—“ “We haven’t done it in a while…” You whispered, lifting his fingers to your mouth, sucking the blood off of his fingertips. Michael shuddered, finding himself grow hard at the sight. Since when did you become a freak? Was it your hormones? “I- Okay… Let me wash off first…” “No.” You replied, pushing him back into the bathroom, backing him up against the counter. You dropped to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans. Michael stared at you, shocked. You smiled up at him, licking up his shaft. You had a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before. He liked it.

Michael slammed himself inside of you, chest heaving. Your lewd sounds fueled him to continue. “I lov—“ “I love you too.” Michael grunted, smashing his lips to yours. He muffled your moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the bathroom, echoing. Your lips ripped away from his, “right there… Right there…” You cried out, pressing your forehead against his. He pounded into that spot, his hot breath pushed against your own. His hands moving up your waist, cupping your breasts, squeezing them. You gasped, leaning into his touch. Your breasts were extra sensitive, bringing you surprise as to how great it felt for Michael to massage them. Michael leaned over, wrapping his lips around your hardened nipples, gently sucking on them. You bit your lip, tugging on his curly locks. “Michael…” You sighed, head leaning back against the mirror.

You took deep breaths, coming down from your high. Michael slipped himself out of you, his cum dripping out from your cunt. Michael dragged his finger up your folds, bringing it up to your lips. “Taste…” He whispered, pushing it against them. You looked down at his wet, cum covered finger, bringing it into your mouth, sucking on it. The taste of the both of your sexes covered your tastebuds. Michael stared down at you, enjoying it. He pulled his finger out of your mouth, kissing you. You kissed back, smiling against his lips. “I love you.” He whispered. You hummed softly, “I love you too.”

You stood in front of the mirror, shocked that you allowed yourself to fuck Michael without cleaning himself first. You obviously weren’t thinking straight. Now you were covered in bloody hand prints, and light bloody streaks from his clothes. Michael turned the shower back on, waiting for it to get warm. He looked back at you, smirking, “you look amazing.” “Freak.” You spat. “What? I like blood…” He chuckled, stepping underneath the running water. You rolled your eyes, getting in behind him. He quickly moved you in front of him, like he always did. He was traumatized from the last time he left you behind him and his naked butt.

You dried off your hair, a towel wrapped around your body. Michael’s lips kissed your shoulder before he left the bathroom to get dressed. You smiled, loving his small acts of affection. You followed him into the bedroom, walking up behind him. You traced the scars on his back, kissing each one. Michael’s muscles moved as he opened the drawer to pull out some pajama pants. You ran your hands down his back, wrapping them around his waist. “Y/N, I gotta put my pants on…” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, pulling away from him, making your way to his side, digging through the drawer, stealing one of his shirts. Michael was used to it, and wasn’t going to argue. He liked seeing you in his clothes. You pulled the shirt over your head, letting your towel drop to the ground. “I’m hungry.” You muttered, slipping on a pair of underwear, wondering downstairs to the kitchen.

Michael walked over to the window, head tilting as he saw a… Very crazy looking woman approaching the door. He looked closer, eyes widening when he saw a knife. “Y/N!” He yelled, running towards the stairs, almost tumbling down them trying to get down. He froze. You had already opened the door. Michael sprinted over, pushing you away from the door. “Michael!” You hiss, shoving him. Her expression immediately changed from the sweet one she looked at you with to a raging, insane look. “You… You killed my husband!” She screamed, lunging towards Michael to stab him. Michael grabbed her hands with ease, holding her back. Her eyes widened, looking up at him. Michael squeezed her wrists, dragging her into the house, tossing her to the floor. He shut the door, locking it, turning to look at his new victim.

What he saw was something he’d never imagine. Was this his fault? Did he allow this to happen? If he didn’t kill the neighbor you’d be okay. The baby would be okay… You held onto your stomach, falling against the table, eyes wide. “Fucking bitch! Nothing but a devil child inside of you!” She spat at you. Michael’s nostrils flared, his body shaking. His eye filled with a different type of anger. The sounds of your crying filled his ears. He didn’t like hearing you cry. He didn’t like the fact that this woman buried a knife inside of his wife. Michael grunted, grabbing her by the ankle, dragging her to the corner of the kitchen counter. She screamed, trying to grab onto things to save herself but it was no use. Michael grabbed the back of her neck, lifting her up, and slamming her head repeatedly against the sharp corner. His breathing was heavy, labored.

“My baby…” He heard you whisper. “My baby…” You fell to the ground, holding your stomach, weeping. Your weeps turned into full on screams, crying out as you tried to feel for your unborn child. The woman was still alive, and Michael needed to kill her but couldn’t handle hearing you like this. He threw her to the ground, her face pushed in, and unrecognizable. His hands were covered in her blood. Michael lifted you up, “Shhhh… It’s gonna be okay… I’m gonna take you to the hospital okay? They’re gonna take care of you.” Michael whispered in your ear, brushing through your hair. “My baby…” You cried, stuffing your face into his chest. Michael couldn’t waste his time comforting you. He had to get you help.

The baby was gone. It was a girl. That woman had pierced straight through her. Michael was devastated, but glad you were still doing okay. He was able to bring you back home to rest, but you haven’t spoken a word since you were sent into the hospital. Michael totally understood why, but he still found himself wishing that you’d speak, yearning to hear your soft voice. You went back to locking yourself in the bedroom, crying behind the door. You wouldn’t eat, and you would barely drink. You slept most of your days, and ignored Michael every time he knocked on the door.

Michael blamed himself. It was his fault. If he never killed that man you’d be safe. His baby girl would be alive right now. His wife wouldn’t torture herself like he was doing to himself. Michael tried his hardest to get you to come out of the room day by day, but he felt himself growing less motivated. He felt like he was useless. He felt like you were mad at him. He had a strong fear of losing you. Did you think it was his fault too?

Michael was never around anymore. He spent most of his days out in the neighborhood, stalking, killing. It was the only thing that made him feel something besides the numbness in his heart. He thought he was a monster. He killed his own child. So he continued to be the monster he believed he was, until he got caught. He never saw you again, until years later when he escaped. He immediately came to see you.

He thought you would’ve moved on. Started a new family with another partner, or even adopted children. But you never did. You lived in the same house, alone. You were still beautiful as always, not a thing changed besides the grays flowing in your hair. You held a saddened expression. You still wore your wedding ring. Michael could hardly believe it. After all these years he held the firm belief that you hated him, but here you were, still loyal.

He stared at you across the road through your window where you tended to your plants. You lifted your head up after seeing some movement, eyes landing on him. Your eyes widened, running towards the door. You opened it to Michael’s towering figure. You had already burst into tears, wrapping your arms around him. Michael shuffled inside, not wanting to be seen from outsiders. He shut the door behind him, hugging you back. “Where have you been all these years?! I-I’ve been waiting so long…” You cried, wiping your tears away.

Michael didn’t respond, running his fingers through your hair. You looked up at him, slowly slipping off his mask. You smiled, lips quivering. “Scruff looks good on you.” You whispered, pressing your lips to his, cupping his cheek.

[teamluxx]

i was never cut out for prom queen.

a luxxcia fic

READ HERE ON AO3

A/N; for all the queers that have been loving luxxcia recently, this ones dedicated to u

C/W; there is a short scene where someone is grabbed without consent ! just wanted to put that just in case

Balloons, a huge teddy bear, a massive sign, the whole nine yards. Written in horrible calligraphy on a dollar tree posterboard: “PROM?”

Luxx fakely smiled at the sign, mastering the art of it for years now. She was asked by a guy she didn’t even know the name of, and didn’t really care to know. He was attractive, well, not to her, but probably to everyone else. A jock type, obsessed with his looks, but not in a charming way.

She only accepted his proposal for popularity reasons, not knowing him but not caring. As long as her status was elevated.

It was only 3 days before prom, and she was worried she would have to go alone, but she was glad someone finally pulled through and asked her, even if it wasn’t someone she wanted.

“I got a prom date,” Luxx said plainly as she sat down at her usual seat in the back of the class.

“Really? Oh my gosh, Luxxie! That’s so exciting!” Marcia beamed, her head leaning on her hand as she turned to face Luxx.

Marcia was Luxx’s best friend. They’d been friends since middle school after Luxx moved to New York from New Jersey. Luxx had loved how bright and bubbly Marcia was, and she perfectly complimented her over-the-top personality. So they instantly clicked.

“It’s whatever,” Luxx responded, setting down the huge bear she had been gifted behind her seat. “Do you want this? It’s not really me,” she asked, pointing to the candies, pink flowers and the aforementioned stuffed bear.

Marcia smiled, nodding quickly. “I’d love them,” she responded, reaching out to take the chocolates off her hands. Marcia had a sweet tooth, always saying that the sugar “helped her keep her sweet personality.”

Luxx, for the 2 days left before prom, spent all her time practicing her makeup and her hair so she would look perfect when the day came. Her best friend would be going as well, so they would both get ready at her house. Luxx always spent a lot of time at Marcia’s, thinking of that more as her home than where she actually lived.

The day of, Luxx had finally picked what she was going to wear. A long, dark blue, crushed velvet dress that had a slit down her right leg and a cut out on her sides. Of course, being as smart as she was, though, she wore a large white coat to cover all the holes that the school definitely wouldn’t allow.

Marcia’s pink babydoll dress was exactly her style, a huge 60s style hair bump adorning her head with white vinyl gogo boots on her feet. She looked like she was ripped straight out of Hairspray.

Marcia was the designated driver of their friendship. Luxx gets far too angry on the road, and it was always hilarious to see Marcia have road rage.

When the girls had arrived, they were about 20 minutes late, because Luxx always had to be “fashionably late,” which actually meant she had horrible time management and was never ready when she was supposed to be.

The first hour was boring, and Luxx’s date was nowhere in sight. She had searched every inch of the gymnasium, but all hope was inevitably lost. Luxx didn’t want to spend any time with him, anyways, so it wasn’t really a fuss.

“This sucks,” Luxx yelled to Marcia over the music. “I wish I would’ve smoked a blunt before this.”

“Yeah… But hey, at least we’re here together, right…?” Marcia replied, smiling weakly.

“You’re right. We haven’t been to a dance together since middle school.”

When Luxx had finished her sentence, she felt a hand wrap around her waist as she was pulled towards someone. She instantly turned around, smacking the arm of whoever it was that had touched her and pushing them away. She looked at them, pissed expression plastered onto her face. It was her date that just decided to show up.

“What is your problem?” He asked, clearly upset by her actions. “You’re my date.”

“I might be your date, but that does not give you the right to touch me,” she retorted, pushing him back once more

Before she knew it, a cold, bright red liquid was spilt onto her front and all over her coat. She gasped, loudly screaming as she looked to see the boy smiling at her. “What is wrong with you?!” She yelled, staring up at him, enraged.

She looked at him once more, scoffing as she walked away, deciding not to fight with him. Marcia looked at him, shocked, quickly following behind Luxx, assuming they were probably heading to her car.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Luxx huffed, taking the coat off and flipping it inside out. “The one fucking time I go somewhere where my reputation is important and someone ruins it for me. I can never have anything.” Marcia doesn’t respond, assuming Luxx just needed a moment to let her emotions out.

“And to think that I thought he wasn’t going to come. To think that I was going to be safe from shitty boys for one fucking night.”

Marcia had already unlocked the car door before Luxx made it there, practically throwing herself inside. Marcia made her way quickly towards the drivers seat. “Do you want to go back to mine…?” Marcia carefully asks, followed by a nod from Luxx, who had thrown her coat into Marcia’s backseat.

The drive to Marcia’s house is silent, only about 10 minutes away from their school. When they arrived, Luxx sifted through her purse, having a key to Marcia’s, unlocking the door without thinking as she made her way up the stairs.

Following closely behind, Marcia triple checked that her car and the front door were locked before making her way up to her room. Luxx was sat in front of Marcia’s vanity, staring at herself. Marcia tentatively sat on the edge of her bed, brows furrowed as she looked at Luxx.

“Is there just something wrong with me?” Luxx asked, breaking the silence. “Do people want to make a joke out of me? To use me because I would do anything to just fit in somewhere?”

“Luxxie…” Marcia started, getting up from her spot on the bed, standing behind her and wrapping her arms carefully around her neck. “That’s not true. You’re beautiful. And you do fit in somewhere,” she quietly assured.

Luxx looked up at Marcia in their reflection, offering her a weak and small smile, appreciating her words. “Thanks, Marsh. I just… hate that this always happens to me. I can never have anything. Something always goes wrong and people do something to me just for the fun of it. I don’t have anyone.”

“You have me,” Marcia says weakly, smiling at her in the mirror. “And you’ll always have me. Because I love and care about you and I never want anything bad to happen to you. You’re important to me. And you deserve everything good in this world.”

It takes Luxx a moment to realize that Marcia was right. She did have her. Through everything that had ever happened. Through shitty boyfriends, bad haircuts, panic attacks. And the more she thought about it, Marcia was the only person she needed. Marcia was the only person that Luxx wanted.

Luxx lets out a breath, turning her body on the chair. “Can I kiss you?” Luxx asks, seemingly out of the blue in a hurried tone. Her eyes look at Marcia’s, face plastered with worry.

Marcia’s lips curl into a small smile, nodding. “I’ve been wanting you to ask me that for years.”

[honey-lemonz]

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Xmale Reader

3rd Pov

Warning includes sexual content

Includes: dumbification, master kink if you see it rough sex, degradation, barley a praise kink, female form Muzan, squirt, getting eaten out over stimulation

Muzan will still go by He/him

Requested by:maskstudioart

Thank you for the request!

Muzan didn't ever think he would dub down this far. He would every single day, change his form to his more feminine body and go flirt with a demon archer.

The demon knew it was Muzan the progenitor and knew if he did something wrong he would die but...

Muzan had an obsession.

He overly loved the feeling of climax in a female form, it was so different than a males.

You could say he was a virgin with this meaning he was inexperienced but God's did he fucking love to finger himself.

He just wished a certain archer would make him feel the climax himself.  Muzan couldn't lie, he was a strong demon, very useful as well, very strong too. Good enough to be a spot for the twelve kizuki. Not a lower moon of course most likely and upper rank.

But for some odd reason he didn't want him as a servant.

He wanted him as a lover. And he knew love needed to be two sided otherwise it wouldn't work.

So how do you make a lust full demon king make another demon who is a devoted archer and is devoted to his sport and possibly not interested in him or fears him?

Gifts and buy lots of them, bribing.

Muzan wore his most fancy kimono and tied his hair into his bun and made Daki put the pins in. He wore a signature floral style which is famous muromachi period which it the century the archer if from.

He put on a red lip and was out the infinity fortress and walked to the archery park filled with cherry blossoms and bamboo gates. No human knew of the hidden places.

Muzan glared at the other demons to open the gate and strolled on in, he felt like a school girl who had a crush on her upper class men. Except he is older and stronger.

The archer was practicing with their bow and was in total focus. He could sense Muzan and smiled vividly that his lord could see him.

"Hello, Muzan-sama. How are you tonight under this moon." His voice made the king's pussy clench on nothing. He bit his lip and walked closer. A pale and touched the grey-ish skin of the archer. Veins throbbing on muscle.

Muzan traced them and hummed, his voice not menacing but suggestive.

"I am well, my archer..My search for the blue spider lilly is going unsuccessful but I grant time will tell. Now, how is my dear, archer. Have any whores here?"

Muzan is a jealous and petty thing. He knew the archer can have whores here and there. Daki has spoken about it. She even said his physical domination is almost more tempting and frightful than Kokushibou. (sexy ass man koku)

The archer inhaled before letting the string of the bow go. "What of it my lord?" Normally Muzan would be angered of the question but he, he made it sound like a challenge.

"Well, I came here to see my beloved and most favorite archer...I didn't come to see if he is fucking another whore. I thought warriors like you were supposed to be poised."

The archer's fist clenched, snapping the bow in half. Muzan let out almost a moan at the sight of his strength.

"Yes my lord. I am poised, who ever told you of these lies must want to anger you. I haven't had a woman nor man at my side since the Sengoku."(making the archer older than Koku)

Muzan gazed at his split eyes, cat like with the gold color shining through. He wasn't lying, so either Daki was or whoever told Daki lied. Either way Muzan will deal with it later.

"So, my archer if to say you did have a whore what would she be? What would she looked like? Would she be rich? Poor?"

Muzan stepped behind him and pressed his womanly breast against his stern and muscular back. A thing kimono separated the skin to skin contact. The archer prepared his stance again. He inhaled and held the strong and tight bow. He pulled his back to his cheek.

"She, or he would have to learn how to speak of what they want." Muzan hummed and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind. Moving his hands up and down slowly, taunting him. His nails circling around his peck and the faint lines of his abdomen.

"What about her mouth? Should she speak like a whore or more of a queen? Or do you want to shut her up yourself..."

Muzan's hand dipped down to the hakama pants, the white fabric holding and slowly untying them. "Or do you want her to do all the work, my archer.."

His other hand curled around the arm that was holding the arrow. Holding onto his bicep. Leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Tell me my archer..what kind of whore do you want me to be for you?"

(M/n) sighed and rested his arms and set the bow down. He sighed and let his head fall down to look at the ground. The sweat off his body made it shine slightly underneath the moon light. he looked so delicious, it made Muzan restless.

He wished he could see him during the sun or wake up beside him and just let him fuck the shit out of him or eat him out.

"Muzan-sama." The king in question hummed and smiled devilishly at his favored archer. "Yes (M/n)?" he answer as his long blue nail was tracing the outline of his cock.

"One thing."

He hummed again, he could read his mind and knew what he was going to say and it made him drip with slick.

"Whores that ask to many questions are just begging to be fucked." He dropped the bow and turned around the see Muzan. He smiled and blushed.

Muzan lifted his arms making him carry him. He didn't want to be in control he just wanted him to fuck him deep into the ground. His pussy was aching it.

Muzan was laying in his shoulder. If any demon saw him, they'd be killed.

They walked into the large estate, the house had been a gift from Muzan. He was so happy he decided to kill of the family here and give it to him.

He dropped Muzan on the engawa and stripped himself of his thin kimono but not the hakama pants. His chest that housed that baritone voice, a voice he wanted to her moan his name and name alone made the demon lord almost finger himself then.

"But since my king is here I believe it is best to pleasure him first than myself." He got onto his knees and stomach and rested on the wooden flooring. The white curtains only showed their shadows but neither cared.

He pushed the layers of cloth out of the way only to see no underwear or anything. A bare pink pussy dripping with cum.

"My lords pussy is dripping..did he plan for this? To be eaten out like a slut? How disgusting you pig." He breath fanned his clit. The anticipation was harsh but the impact was so enjoyus.

"Yes, I am your little slut, now please my archer eat me out like one." Muzan's head tilted back and spread his legs wider, his clit twitch waiting for the intense sensitivity to send it over and beyond.

"Yes, my master." His cool tongue circled his clit and spread his labia. Muzan moaned loudly and gripped the archers head. His attention to certain spots was so endearing and so careful.

"More, please! More my archer!"

His tongue dipped into his tight entrance and pushed deeper and deeper. His pointer and middle finger entrap his clit. His thumb circles it roughly. Muzan felt the blood from his teeth digging into his lips dip down onto the floral patterned kimono.

"Fu-fuck. More! Please my archer give me more!" He was arching his back and pushing his head deeper. (M/n) removed his tongue, Muzan missing the contact was about to yell at him to continue but his three fingers replaced the rage with more pleasure.

He moved his hand in and out at inhuman speed. He reached up to lick away the blood from his lords lips and bite them. His thumb moved harsher and harder. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the air.

All coming from the demon lord.

His hands gripped the arches forearm and dug into it, drawing blood with his nails. He was whining and moaning. The pressure built more and more. More lewd and rude comments were whispered into his ear.

"Who knew the demon king wanted to get fucked like a whore..so fucking wet for an archer. Was it your plan to have a good fuck? To act like a such a slut and pig. Your dripping all on my hand."

With the words Muzan's pussy gushed. He had never felt so disgusting but it felt so good to feel like a sloppy whore.

He panted and clenched on his hand.  But then Muzan felt another finger being added. (fisting) The pressure came back and made the demon lord fall back out of over stimulation. Begging and begging for more. His own hand playing with his clit and slapping it too.

His kimono was drenched by the second orgasm, he squirted father this time and more. The engawa was soaking with his delicious fluids. The blood on his lips were lapped away. (M/n) pulled his hand away and liked his digits clean of the others juices.

"So tasty my lord, you did such a good just squirting like a whore."He stood up and lifted his fucked out demon king to farther into the estate.

He rested Muzan on the futon. He stripped himself and then Muzan. His breast were round and plump, his nipples hard.

Kissing and biting them, also playing with his clit made him scream at over stimulation again.

"Pl-please, my archer..fuck me..fuck me until I cannot think.." He begged, his lipstick smudge covering his cheek, hair a mess and his bun not as perfect. The decorations were falling out. This obsession he had was growing and growing because of his dear archer.

"Yes my whore lord."

He untied the sash of the hakama and revealed his thick and long cock. Muzan felt like he was going to fucking squirt again.He pulled (M/n) down to kiss him and to force him and let their body's run against each other. His cock rubbing against his clit made him arch his back.

"Please, my archer just fuck me!"

The archer pushed no slammed himself into Muzan. Letting the demon lord get a taste of what he wanted.

But he pulled out and flipped the demon on his hands and knees. He pushed back in and growled as he clenched tightly around him. His chest pushing into Muzan's. Fucking like a wild animal.

His cock pushed pass his G-spot and made the demon lord cry out about how he is going to cum again. His mind as he fucked him wandered off. Just blank and white all he felt was his pussy gushing and squirting. His arousal dripping down his legs and (M/n)'s cock and balls.

He was drooling and crying, not even having proper speech. When the archer pulled out and showered his back and ass with cum, growling and grunting.

Muzan felt his whole body just become sore. He was the strongest demon but got fucked like the weakest.

"T-this i...is..w-whhy yo-your myy favorite..m-my archer..."

The archer chuckled and wiped the cum off Muzan and the liquids off himself. He waled away to grab a kimono for the demon king.

"You'll ma-make a great King.."

The demon king relished in the feeling of being pampered. He liked how much attention he was getting and how much care was put into it. He smiled as he was place into the warm pool of water and treated perfectly.

By the time the sun rose, the archer and him retired to their sleeping quarters and sleep in the large western style bed. Muzan cuddled close to (M/n). While he was a sleep, which proved he was a hard worker. Demons don't sleep unless anything they do is put with 100%.

Muzan pushed him nail into his temple and pumped his blood into him. The archer growled in pain but kept his eyes closed. Muzan's curse was still in affect but it would not be death just a sting.

"Yes, you would make a great King, my favorite archer.."

He fell a sleep too. His new demon king was going to be perfect, he knew it. 

That is why he was the favorite, he made his obsession grow day by day.

He was truly satisfied.