#but I didnt put it here cuz I wanted it to stay fluffy

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Demon Bride Ch55 Douma's Dilemma

(Douma and Enmu ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of Douma getting poisoned by wysteria. Mentioning of attempted murder. Enmu draws a bit of Douma's blood. Mentioning of death.

The flower meanings are also now revealed.The meanings of all the flowers are from all kinds of random sources in Google not everything may be 100% accurate.

Also Douma tail reveal!! Credit of the design goes to flanelltees on Tumblr. Link to art of Douma with tail down below

www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share)

A rainbow iris moved about under the magnifying glass. Up. Down. And then back to the light being partially held at it.

"It's just as I feared. His senses have greatly dulled due to the poison in his system. Look. His eyes are partially clouded and they aren't reactive to light being shined in them like how they usually would."

Two fingers let go of Douma's eyelids and Upper Moon Two blinked as his eye was finally freed. A magnifying glass held by Enmu was also put away and you pulled back the lantern Enmu had you hold close to his eyes. Leaving you both to stare down at Douma whom was resting in your Futon propped up by tons of fluffy pillows servants brought in and wrapped in at least three thick blankets.  Funny. Other than the purple veins sprouts on his body and the slightly cloudy eyes and shaking of his limbs, he looked completely fine. He was still smiling and..Well being Douma. 

"Are you sure? He can still see us clearly."

Enmu looked back up at you and pointed a leather gloved hand at you. "Of course!" His mouth was muffled by the thick cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth. It seemed he wanted to protect himself pretty well. "Upper Moons have greater senses than anyone else. His senses now however have dulled down to the level of a human's. He's still able to see and hear but not on the same level as he previously did."

Nakime had come through thank goodness. Enmu seemed rather surprised to be summoned to the middle of the Infinity Castle but even more shocked when you literally picked him up and carried him down to where you had laid Douma. Which lead to now as he continued to examine the poisoned demon while protected.

"Pray tell exactly how did this happen?" Enmu asked you raising a brow voice still slightly muffled by the mask. "I wasn't very much informed other than he was poisoned."

"I don't know. He just smelled some flowers and then fell over."

His brows rose interested. "Flowers huh? Do you still have them?"

"Yeah! I put them over here." Teal eyes watched as you placed down the lantern on the floor and was quick to get a small box from the corner of the room. "I thought it would be better if I put them inside a box just in case." You stood there holding up a leftover box from a gift you've been given and stayed away from Douma.

Enmu nodded standing up and heading towards you. "That's a good idea. It'd be best to contain the object from contamination or harming someone else." He grabbed the lid of the box and opened it just enough to look inside and rose a brow. "Hmm. Well those are certainly not wysteria."

"Yeah. So I don't understand why he was poisoned by wysteria when these flowers obviously aren't wysteria."

After a moment Enmu closed the box and sighed. "I'll have to borrow Master's lab equipment and take a closer look at it to understand why. For now we need to follow a few procedures to prevent everyone else from catching it." He gestured to your room. "This entire room and the hallway outside needs to be cleaned thoroughly and quickly in case there's anymore trace of. Douma will also need to be bathed in order to cleanse his body of any poison resting on his body." He then pointed at you. "As you came into contact as well, it'd be best if you also took a bath and changed clothing. If there's any poison on your body then there'll be a chance you'll put others in danger."

"Ooh ~ How intimate- *COUGH COUGH HACK-*"

Douma was cut off as his body was sent into a violent coughing fit and you shot him a glare. "LIKE HELL I WOULD!!" You pressed the box into Enmu's arms. "I think I'll go do that right now. I'll let you handle the clean up and Douma."

"But darling. Aren't you the least bit interested in the intimacy that comes with a relationship?~"

You gave Douma the harshest glare you could muster. "I'd rather dive first in a pile of knives! Excuse me, Enmu."

Both men watch as you left slamming your door behind you before Douma looked at Enmu. "Do you think it was too early to offer to bathe together?"

Enmu chuckled again and reached into a pocket, only to pull out a syringe. "I do believe so. Perhaps wait until you're at least in her good graces. For now please extend your arm. I'd rather like a good blood sample to study from you."

You decided to go bathe in that bathroom you once hid from Douma in. That should be far enough from the blonde moron. By the time you got back, which was around an hour later as you wanted to be thorough in scrubbing off and traces of poison, there was already a HEAVY amount of cleaning supplies filling the air and at least thirty servants scrubbing down everything inside your room and the hallway outside your door. At least ten servants were walking out of your room with bags stuffed with the pillows, blankets, and what was once your futon to be destroyed by fire. And each and every one of the servants wore some kind of tight mask covering their mouths and noses and leather gloves covering their hands. Something told you you'd have to order a new futon. By the time they were done, your entire room and hallway smelt much too heavily of artificial perfumes from the cleaning supplies and you coughed from the heavy smells. Yep. This needed to be aired out for a while. At least Douma wasn't in here now. You did wonder where the servants carried him off to. You did end up asking one servant whom informed you that at least five male employees had to be called out to help lug Douma's heavy and tall body out of your room and to the nearest bath to get him cleansed of anymore poison that might've been still clinging to his body. 

IT TOOK FIVE MEN TO MOVE HIM?!

... Actually that did make sense. Douma was easily six feet tall! And very heavy from his heavily muscular frame and build. You couldn't even pick him up and had to resort to dragging him painfully slowly one foot at a time from under his shoulders!! So it was a really it wasn't surprising the more you thought about it. But at least you-

"Oh Darling Y/n!~" You froze as you stood in front of your room. A muffled voice coming from the room just in front of YOUR room across the hall. "I know it's you! I smell lotus blossoms and that's what I smell whenever you're around here. Why don't you come have lunch with me?"

...You groaned before facepalming yourself and inhaling. "What the hell are you even doing here!?" Turning you marched across the hall and grabbed the door. "I thought your room was on the other side of the first floor!" You threw open the door. "What are you do-"

You froze in the middle of pointing at him. Your jaw hanging open and purple eyes nearly popped out of your skull. Two rainbow irises stared back at you as Douma laid on an exquisite futon, fluffy blankets covering him mostly, and a MASSIVE piles of silk pillows piled up to allow him to sit up without even trying. Candlelight was the only thing lighting the otherwise dark room, but you could clearly see-

"W-WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!" 

Douma sat there with a smile on his face and wore a robe on his body. The front open enough to expose at least half his chest and half the toned abs and biceps underneath. His arms propped up on the pile of pillows like a soft throne and a bold brow rose high on his face. Your face immediately went red and your head snapped away a hand smacking over your eyes. Douma gave a deep chu- His throats and chest heaved and hacked a few coughs that made your body wince hearing such an unusual sound from the otherwise looming presence of Douma. After a moment the coughing stopped and he gave a few deep breaths before smiling again.

"Are you alright?," you asked without looking at him.

"A-As alright as I can be given t-the situation."

"Oh good. NOW WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

He blinked.  "Oh? But I'm not. You see they took my old clothes to be burnt and I haven't been able to get any changes from my room yet, so I'm stuck with this for now. But I'm certainly not naked.  You seem to be overreacting."

"WHY AREN'T IN YOUR OWN ROOM THEN?!" 

"OH! Enmu said it would be best if I was near someone who could help me if something happened!"

"WHAT?!" You finally perked back at (his chest-) him-..You shook your head and looked at his face. "What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"Oh. Isn't it obvious?" He gestured to you. "You're immune to wysteria poison." You looked surprised. "All members of the Kizuki know you are a Tamayo dear. It's not a secret that her entire bloodline was immune to the wysteria plant. If I need help, then you'd be the perfect candidate for it."

You scowled. "Well I'll need to have a little talk with Enmu then! Where is he?"

Douma shrugged, coughed a few times into his shoulder, and smiled again. "In the M-Master's lab I assume. He left A-An hour or two ago and took some of my blood with him." He shrugged again, making his chest flex, and your eyes watched as it did. "You'll f-find him there."

"Uh huh...Well Ill have to talk to him then."

His brow rose higher. "Lotus blossom."

"Hm?"

"My eyes are up here.~"

You immediately snapped your head up and stared at his smirk. Your face bloomed a red as you sputtered. "I-I WAS LOOKING AT YOUR VEINS Y-YOU ASS!!"

"Of course, Dear!" A hand of his went to what small chest was exposed. "Would you like to examine me further? I can show more if you-"

"GODS NO!!" You shrieked as he chuckled- Coughed again. And growled. "You are a giant pervert, you know that?!" He continued coughing...and you sighed letting your arms drop. "Seriously though.. Your condition warrents some concern. How are you feeling? Obviously not ok but still.."

He waved a hand. "W-Well my throat and lungs burn, and my body feels heavy and my head feels light..." He hummed. "And I also have a headache on top of that. It feels like I hit my head."

"You did." He looked at you as you nodded. "When you first got poisoned. Your body just fell hitting the wall before hitting the floor. You completely passed out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness."

He nodded. "Oh yes. I do remember that part c-clearly. I woke up just as you were dragging me to your bed."

"Yes. You're very heavy by the way."

He chuckled again. "I-I suppose so. Oh. Akaza should also be here much sooner! I was able to call him before the wysteria poison blocked my ability to do that."

You perked up at the thought. "Akaza's coming here sooner?"

"You seem happy to hear that. I'm also happy my best friend is coming to stay!" He clapped 'happily' before coughing loudly again.

You winced as he continued coughing... before making the difficult choice to approach him but stopped at his feet and sighed. "Well I guess the situation is desperate. Is there anything I can get you?" He perked up. "That doesn't involve spending time with me or anything perverse. Remember your side of the bargain, Douma." 

"Oh I remember perfectly. L-Let me think." He hummed a blue nail tapping his chin. "Well...S-Some food would be nice. No one has delivered me any yet A-And I'm quite famished. And maybe a book to pass the time." 

"Some food and a book? Sure. I can do that for you." You nodded and he smiled again.

"W-Why *cough* thank you, Lotus. But if I may ask o-one more thing." He made a shoo motion with his hand. "Can you take a step in any direction please? Y-You happen to be stepping on me."

You looked confused and looked at the bottom of the futon. You weren't standing on his feet or the futon. You jumped feeling something wriggle under your feet and looked down only to help and really jump back a few feet. Immediately something long twisted upwards free from your body weight. You stared at the appendage as it wriggled like a snake. It was a long tan slender thing that poked out from the blankets and ended in a big shiny tuft of platinum blonde hair. You blinked and it took you a full moment to realize thaT Douma-

HAD. A. TAIL!!

"You have a tail?!" You continued to stare at it gobsmacked. Before he could say anything you grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It had the same hair as Douma's head and the demon tilted his head curiously at you. "How could you have a tail?!"

"Oh I've always had it, from the moment I was born." He clarified with a smile. "It's more convenient to absorb it into my body and make my appearance look more human. However my b-body is currently to-too weak to keep it absorbed-"

He shut up as he heard something from your throat that he never heard before in his presence. A giggle. You giggled holding up the silky blonde locked tail like it was the most ridiculous and hilarious thing in the world.

"Are you kidding me? You're parading around proud like a narsassic peacock and all this time YOU of all people have a cute fluffy tail?!" You couldn't help but burst out laughing at the mental image of the proud douma yelling Everytime someone stepped on his 'majestic' tail. Your gut busted out as a chorus of laughter escaped your throat. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Douma blinked again and tilted his head as you continued to laugh leaning over and one arm holding your stomach. He .. slowly blinked. Slowly his eyes trailed from where his tail was poking out of the blanket and to your hand holding the tip where the platinum blonde tuft was..Then back to your laughing face. The rusty gears slowly turning in his head...The end you held suddenly wagged quickly sashaying the hair around. You burst out in louder laughter dropping his tail and to your knees. Both arms wrapped around your middle now and bursting in high pitched laughter at something he didn't understand but...

HE made you do that. HE made you laugh. That was FINALLY a step in the right direction! He smiled wider watching as you laughed and laughed and LAUGHED until you slowed down gasping for air and pulling yourself together. Almost crying from how hard you had laughed rubbing your eyes.

"Now T-This is.. something I can stand about you." 

He smiled. "Well I do look forward to seeing having it out for a while if it means I can see you smile. I'm not lying when I say you look beautiful when you smile."

You knew he didn't really mean it, he never had feelings behind most things he said but you still lit up a light pink. "Thanks for that but I think I'd better-"

THUD

You froze as the familiar sound of footsteps approached you both. You turned to the door.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD-

They stopped outside Douma's door and your eyes widened. Uh oh. You knew those footsteps-

SLAM!!

Without warning the sliding door to Douma's room SLAMMED open with enough force to rattle the doorframe. And standing there was a VERY angry looking golden -blue eyed demon with soft pink lashes and veins popped up all over his body.

"AKAZA-DONO!!" Douma cheered before abruptly starting another coughing fit which made you jump.

"YOU!!," Akaza raged pointing right at Douma. If looks could kill Douma would instantly be dead. "HOW COULD YOU LET THE ENTIRE INFINITY CASTLE GO TO PIECES?!" His voice echoed off the walls and he stomped inside-

"HEY, HEY, HEY!!" You were quick to jump up and press your hands against Akaza's stomach and pushed back making him stop but BOY was he angry. "Stop right there!"

"YOU MESSED UP THE ENTIRE SYSTEM AROUND HERE!!", He bellowed out at Douma followed by a snarl and lashing of his tail. "The medical research society has had half their grants taken to be donated instead to the fishing division and process of new medical procedures have slown down!!"

"Oh. But we could always use more food for the growing population."

"NOT IF IT MEANS CUTTING OFF FUNDS FOR IMPORTANT MEDICAL DEVELOPMENT THAT CAN SAVE LIVES YOU DIMWIT!!"

"Oh?" Douma hummed before tapping his chin again. "I thought dividing the funds equally would be equally beneficial. Both could progress evenly even if slowly."

You looked over your shoulder raising a brow. "Actually...that doesn't sound like a bad compromise."

Akaza gave you a dumbfounded look. "Wha- Y/N!! You can't be serious!"

You groaned and continued to push him back without much luck. "Look. He's having a bad enough time for now, and you are NOT going to pummel him while he's unwell. I don't care how much you hate him!" You then slammed your shoulder into Akaza's middle and still attempted to move him backwards to no avail. How strong  WERE these demons?! "Akaza, come on! There's other things to worry about here!"

"I agree." A hand was gently pressed against your back as his look softened. "Y/n." You blinked up at him when another hand tilted your head head gently by the chin. "You couldn't know how much worry I was in knowing that you were alone for so long with so many perverse minds. I've heard about everything."

"Everything?" Uh oh- "uh...Define everything." You smiled nervously as he rose a brow.

"Well do you mean the time you knocked Douma into the most?" You froze up as he smirked amused. "Or maybe when you were walking around the Dwell all dirty carrying the game from your hunts around your neck? Or maybe all the complaints I've heard about your untraditional ladylike behaviors?"

You just stared at nothing. "So...You mean everything everything?"

"EVERYTHING everything." He chuckled again making you turn red especially when he chuckled deeply. "Now I wasn't expecting you to break the mold on every tradition possible. Although I'm not complaining. It just makes me feel more compelled to be by your side."

You flushed a deeper red staring into his eyes-

"Do I get a hello too, Akaza?!"

 And the moment was ruined by Douma's voice. Akaza instantly turned to him raged once again and opened his mouth but paused eyes widening before he gave a loud gasp and pulled you too him suddenly and you felt your face go redder being flushed against his exposed chiseled chest. 

"WHY ARE YOU EXPOSED?!"

"You too now? I already said I was covered up. See? Only a bit of my chest is exposed."

"BUT WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A PROVOCATIVE POSE?! YOU NASTY PERVERT!! THERE'S A LADY PRESENT FOR FUCKS SAKES!! COVER YOURSELF UP AND SIT UP STRAIGHT!!"

"I literally cannot. My body is poisoned as  I told you and these pillows are literally propping me up. I'm too weak to even sit up by myself. But you are blatantly missing something, Akaza-dono."

"WHAT?!"

"YOUR chest is MUCH more exposed than mine is. Also you seem to be suffocating our darling between your biceps."

Akaza froze, looked down at you, and instantly shrieked high pitched like a lady almost. You were instantly released and a THUD  sounded out as Akaza dropped to his hands and knees in a deep bow. 

"I HAVE CROSSED A SACRED BOUNDARY!! IM SO SORRY!! PUNISH ME AS YOU SEE FIT FOR ME TO MAKE UP FOR SUCH A STUPID MOVE ON MY PART!!"

You stood red faced for a long moment before shaking your head and holding up your hands. "A-Akaza, no! Really it's ok! I-It was an accident!! Don't take it so hard!"

"If he wants to make it up, why not spend time with us? After all we both find you quite... attractive.~"

"SHUT UP!!," Akaza snapped to him redder than the red parts of Douma's irises.

Douma blinked, coughed again a few times, before looking at you genuinely confused. "Was it something I said?" You facepalmed. "Hmmm....I'll take that as a maybe."

You somehow managed to get Akaza out of the room without murdering Douma, and closed the door to Douma's room behind you for good measure. At least no one got pummeled this time around. However you did had to distract Akaza from going back to pummel Douma by doing one thing you'd feel guilty about later-

"A-Akaza! I-I can still walk fine!"

"You were almost poisoned!! You need to rest your body."

You appealed to his more gentleman nature and pretending to be MUCH more tired than you were kicking in his protective instincts and trading them out for the rage earlier. However you probably should've expected it when he took it VERY seriously and picked you up bridal style and literally carried you to your-

He blinked pausing and looking around the room before raising a brow. "Where's your bed?"

"Oh. It was taken away to be burnt along with everything else."

 He looked back to you. "What?! Where are you expected to sleep tonight then?"

You shrugged. "I can just bunk with Rui tonight. We've done it before."

"Oh nononono!!" You were gently placed down on your floor and he crossed his arms firmly. "Rui's growing up and needs his own privacy and space And a lady shouldn't have to be forced to sleep without her own bed!" His eyes turned over. "And...And.." his pink brows slowly rose as he stared at a sleeping form in the corner. "Is that..a dog?"

You sighed. "Yes. Someone gifted her to Rui."

"Ah! That might be a good thing! It'll teach him responsibility! But for now sit tight and don't force yourself up! I'm going to take over for a while and the first thing Im going to do is order someone to get you a new futon. The second thing is undoing everything."

"Undoing what?"

"Everything Douma fucked up!"

You had to wait for Akaza to fully leave you alone before you got back up and grabbed a few books from your stack to gift back to Douma and locate a nearby servant to get Douma some food. His body would probably feel better with a full stomach anyways. He was 'happy' to get the small stack of books and food from you and offered to have you join him and you politely buy firmly refused. You just left when he wouldn't stop insisting.  That was the good part of this whole thing. Douma couldn't just get up and follow you around anymore until he felt better. Which you didn't know how long that would take. You'd have to wait for Enmu's diagnosis from whatever tests he decided to run.

Wwwwhhhiiiiich wasn't until three days later.

You got your new futon that day Akaza showed up but you had to endure Douma's constant muffled voice being yelled at you through both walls separating you two as well as his constant loud coughing. 

"Y/N DARLING!! COME READ WITH ME!!" "YYYYYYY/NNNNN!! IM LLLOOOONELLLLYY!! COME KEEP ME COMPANNNNYYYYY!!" "DID YOU KNOW THAT THE KILLER WAS THE COOK'S LOVER ALL ALONE?! I SAW IT COMING WHEN SHE TRIED TO FRAME THE CHEF USING HIS OWN KNIFE THAT WASN'T HIS KNIFE!!"

And on and on and ON from him. You had to sneakily exit your room and walk away in order to get peace in a different part of the Dwell. Sometimes that didn't work however.

"DEAR I CAN HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS!! COME HAVE BREAKFAST WITH ME!!"

Muzan dam it all. You tried to ignore him. Really you did but...you felt back about what happened to him. So you'd often give in to his pleas and join him either just listen to him ramble on and ON or more often than not you'd offer to read to him to get a break from him own voice. He seemed content by that and you just squirmed a bit under his gaze. The servants whom dealt with him all wore gloves and masks to  protect themselves and even then sometimes  you'd have to be the one to bring in Douma's food because they would be too afraid to. Sigh. Rui also was very annoyed by the whole thing.

"Why is the blonde pervert not shutting up?! And why is he across the hall now?!"

Sigh. You were SO happy to see not only Enmu but also Akaza entering Douma's room as you were giving him breakfast one day. They didn't even knock, just walk right in startling you. Enmu was still wearing a thick mask and leather gloves but now also dawned on some strange goggles that covered his entire eyes. 

"Enmu, is that you playing dress up?"

His muffled but familiar sounding chuckles escaped him. "Naturally, Begonia.~" his voice was still muffled by the mask and Akaza groaned rolling his eyes. "I've made a thorough comb through of all the things provided to me and have made some incredible discoveries."

"Oh really?" Both yourself and Douma looked interested. "What did you find out?"

Enmu held up a finger. "Douma is poisoned by wysteria."

...You exchanged looks with Akaza. "Um... Obviously? But HOW was he poisoned is what I mean?"

"Oh that's easy. He inhaled large amounts of wysteria flower pollen and tree bark shavings!"

You froze brows nearly shooting off your face. "What?!"

Enmu's answer was to open the suitcase and reach inside. You stood up to try to peer inside and a moment later he pulled out a small round glass container that was completely see through. "Take a look for yourself." He said holding it out. "It's really truly fascinating."

You blinked but leaned closer to examine the inside. Against the glass looked to be yellow pollen and black pepper mixed in with it. "...What am I looking at?"

"The yellow substance is orange lily pollen mixed up with the pollen of the wysteria flower. The black powder in finely crushed bark from the wysteria flower also. You see wysteria flowers grow on trees and the ENTIRE plant is poisonous to demons. Not just the flower or nectar." He held it up to his protected eyes. "It's truly rather fascinating really. Someone extracted the pollen of the wysteria bloom and grounded the bark into a fine powder just to mix them into the anthers of the lilies. Any demon whom inhaled it wouldn't know what hit them as the smell of the lilies over powered any trace of the wysteria. A killer poison for anyone." His covered eyes then looked at you all crinkled in a smile. "What you all have here Lady and gentlemen...Is a killer whom knows how to think."

Again everyone exchanged glances and that bad feeling in your gut came back. 

"Who would want to kill Douma?" Akaza paused.... before scowling. "Ok. A lot of people probably would, but who would've been stupid enough to actually try it?"

"No idea. But whomever they are, they were very clever."

"Ok..But if it's THAT poisonous then why wasn't anyone else but Douma affected by it?"

"That's why I said they were clever. The shavings and pollen was put directly INTO the flower where the lillies' pollen was. It would only be contacted if someone literally smelt the flowers or touched the inside of the petals. I have a physical to both the servant girl who brought these to you and the mail demon whom delivered them. Both tested negative for the poison. Whoever it was targeting you didn't want to arose suspicion."

You froze..Staring at Enmu before slowly blinking at what Enmu just said. "I'm...sorry. Did you say that someone is targeting..ME?"

He nodded bluntly. "Yes. After all those flowers were obviously intended FOR YOU. Someone wanted to die away with you but it wouldn't have worked even if you inhaled the wysteria. After all you are immune to it.'' He hummed. "I'm fact...It was probably a GOOD thing Douma got poisoned."

"Excuse me?" "Come again?" Both you and Akaza looked at Enmu like he suddenly went crazier.

"Think about it. The target was Y/n and Douma even by accident intercepted her assassination attempt and exposed it to the open. If he hadn't and their attempt had failed...Then it's highly likely that whoever did this would've tried something else. However now their interactions ARE exposed...Well it's really only a matter of time until they're found out."

"But why would someone want to try and kill me?"

"Well..I have a theory! I decided to try and do research on the specific breed of lily and found something interesting. Did you know that the orange lily symbolizes hatred?" Enmu tilted his head at you. "I was beginning to wonder why you smelt strongly of lillies when you got angry enough and now we know why. I believe whoever sent those flowers knew exactly that too and thus we are looking for someone whom hates you with a passion."

"Who could that even be?" You shook your head. You hadn't gone of your way to harm anyone or make anyone angry. You tried treating all the servants and other demons you saw with a decent politeness. "I can only think of one and she's already in prison. She couldn't possibly have done this from prison could she?"

"No." You jumped and the three of you finally looked at Douma whom after all this time FINALLY decided to talk. His eyes narrowed despite his smile. "But I think I have A-A *COUGH* A very good idea for who it might be...Oh Akaza! C-Could I have talk to you in private p-please?"

Akaza just stared at him with anger narrowing his eyes. "...Fine. Y/n, please leave the room. Enmu, get out!!"

"Oh. Nuh uh!" You scowled and pointed at Akaza. "I'm not letting you alone with Douma unless you promise me you won't lay a hand on him! I know you and you'll try to punch him as soon as I leave and he annoys you. So PROMISE me you won't hurt him!" Akaza slowly inhaled his fists balling tightly popping his knuckles. "AKAZA!!"

"I... Promise. But only because you asked me not too," he grumbled through gritted fangs veins popping all over his body.

You nodded. "Good. And don't think I'll be too far either. Douma's an ass but right now he doesn't need to be hurt." 

Douma opened his mouth to coo something bbbbuuutt only dove into another coughing fit. You just sighed and followed Enmu after he motioned for you to follow him outside. Which you did and Akaza closed the door behind you both. Both of you just stood there outside of the rooms for a moment before you gave a concerned look at Enmu.

"Hey. I know this is a cliche ask ..But is he going to be ok?"

"Oh absolutely! Douma is the third most powerful demon in existence just under Kokushibo and the Master himself.  It'll take more than wysteria poisoning to kill him, and he has the Master's blood in his veins. That'll help filter out the poison soon."

You sighed in relief. "Oh good. When can you give him the antidote?"

"Oh. There is no antidote."

Your eyes popped out. "WHAT?!"

"All demons are weak to wysteria poison, other than you of course. Any amount is deadly to us." He nodded towards the door. "Douma inhaled enough wysteria to kill at least twenty five low ranking noble demons. He's going to be alright but there isn't any 'antidote'. He has to wait until all the poison naturally flushed out of his body before he gets better."

"Alright then. How long will that take?"

He hummed thinking. "Well considering that Douma is the third most powerful demon.. calculating Master's blood cells...and how fast his regeneration rate is... I would confidentally estimate his recovery would be around two months." He held up a hand. ''BUT he'll need plenty of sleep and no stress. So no visitors."

"No visitors. Got it!"

"And he needs as much rest as he needs. So no Kizuki work until he recovers and that includes his cult work. He'll need plenty of water and double his usual amounts of food for every meal. Food will provide energy and fluids are important. I'll give you a medicine that'll help his white blood cells target the poison in his systems but other than that we'll have to wait until it passes."

Around two months.. Alright. That wasn't too bad. You could handle Douma for that amount of time. It was Akaza who you had to worry about. "I can do that."

"Good. Oh. Speaking of the subject of flowers.." Again his eyes crinkled up in a smile. "I believe I've figured out why and how everyone is smelling different scents of flowers from you!"

You paused shocked. "Wait. Really?!" He nodded. "Oh thank the Gods! FINALLY SOME ANSWERS!!"

He chuckled again. "Well..As you know, all demons are able to smell a floral scent from you but no one but a select few people like myself can actually smell a SPECIFIC type of flower. I asked around and all the regular demons agreed that you smell like no specific flower however you come off as very calm and pleasant. The Tamayo bloodline has always been strongly associated with flowers. So I deduced that your body must naturally give off a scent that induces a calm or pleasant feeling in other demons as a defense mechanism! A blood demon art passed down from your mother's bloodline that we weren't aware of until now! It could also explain why you smell like orange lilies and wysteria when you're angry! It gives off those scents as a sort of warning to others. Like how a skunk sprays a foul oder in self defense."

Your eyes widened more and more and MORE the more Enmu spoke. You slowly nodded. "That... actually makes so much sense."

"There's more! When I decided to look up the meaning of those orange lilies the idea hit me to look up the meanings of those specific flowers we select few can smell from you, and I've made quite the break through!"

You grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Tell me!! This is the best news I've had in months!!"

He chuckled again. "Then I will! I decided to start with the first few people who smelt a specific flower. Little Rui smells carnations yes? Well carnations just so happen to be the universal flower of motherhood. So you're relationship checks out perfectly! And then there's Kyogai of course! Rose's are a symbol of love and passion! He's a passionate writer and he loves you. So that makes sense as well!"

"Keep talking buddy!"

"Then there's myself. Begonias mean 'deep thinking' and as we discussed before you agreed suits me perfectly. And I couldn't agree more." He giggled maniacally muffled by the mask. "Then there's the Hantengu family. The entire family agrees you smell like Aster flowers which is a symbol of patience and you have been VERY patient with all of them especially Karaku from what I've heard.  Gyutaro and Daki were a bit tricky, but I narrowed down peonies to be a symbol of compassion and you showed them both great compassion."

"And the others? What about Akaza?"

He waved a hand. "Oh Akaza was easy. Amaryllis flowers symbolizes strength and he sees you as a strong woman. Kokushibo is a bit interesting. Hydrangeas usually expresses a deep thank you for understanding or other deep heartfelt emotions. I'm not sure of his reasoning but it's a good sign!" He then hummed again. "However Douma and Kaigaku...they didn't make much sense at first."

You rose a brow confused. "Why would that be confusing?"

"Well you smell like peach blossoms to Kaigaku and Lotus blossoms to Douma. However when I looked up their meanings I couldn't find any meaning that fits your relationship with either of them." He shrugged. "For a moment I thought that my findings were duds after all but then I realized something. There is actually TWO reasons for us to smell a specific flower from you!"

"What?!"

"The first reason is simple. We either smell a specific flower on you for one of two reasons. The first reason is because the flower symbolizes the different relationship you have with us. But the SECOND reason is because we find you attractive and you smell like something we're also fond of!!" You stared gobsmacked as he smiled. "Think about it! That's why Douma and Kaigaku are able to smell specific flowers on you without the flowers symbolizes anything about their relationship with you! Kaigaku adore you, he adores peaches therefore the peach blossom smell. Douma on some level must find you attractive enough for his senses to associate you with his favorite flower which is the lotus flower."

It was all finally starting to come together now!! This answered so, SO MANY questions!! You smiled at him.

"HHHAAA!!" Enmu squealed out as you grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up, and twirled him.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! I SWEAR I COULD KISS YOU IF AKAZA WASN'T READY TO BEAT YOUR ASS!!"

"My darling this is is absolutely all the thanks I want having you hold me in your arms!" 

He swooned making you giggle but stopped when Akaza opened the door and silently stepped out however he paused staring at the two of you... before GLARING at Enmu-

"Don't even think about it, Akaza." You gently set Enmu back down and looked at Akaza. "Any word on Kokushibo arriving?"

He inhaled before slowly nodding. "Yes. He'll be here by tomorrow noon. However that's not my main concern. Tell me. How much do you know about a demoness by the name of Jade?"

[angolovinghours-420]

I’m not titling this, Ango fluff ‘n shit (cuz we love him)

(This my first time posting on tumblr so if I do smth wrong.. tell me 😔)

Fem!Reader x Ango Sakaguchi (Maybe a bit ooc and Ango with nightmares hc)

ALSO I DIDNT READ OVER THIS SO IF THERES ANY MISTAKES IGNORE IT 🤭

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You hear the lock rattle on the door, then the door slowly creaks open, revealing your absolutely, undeniably exhausted, boyfriend. You get up and walk over to him slowly, as to not startle him all too much. When he sees you, he weakly smiles

Ango: [Name], I missed you, it’s been so rough Gifted Special Operations Division recently…

She gently cups his face, her thumbs softly caressing his cheeks

Reader: I’m so sorry that’s been happening honey, do you want to talk about to or do you just want to rest?

Angos body falls limp into her arms, his head falling comfortably in the crook of her neck.

Ango: Can we please rest..?

Reader: You got it.

She scoops him up into the bridal carry and she brings him over to their shared bedroom, she slowly begins to undress him and put him into something more comfortable, just a shirt and some sweatpants basically. She then tenderly places him in bed, covering him in a soft, fluffy blanket. She begins to walk off before she hears…

Ango: Wait..! Please don’t leave me alone, if I have one of those nightmares, and your not here… just can you please stay?

She looks back at him with a warm, comforting smile

Reader: Of course, I wouldn’t want you to be scared, now would I?

She lays down next to him, her arms tangling around his slender torso, as his face is buried in her chest, his arms circling her waist. Without realising, her hand subconsciously moves up to his head and she begin stroking his hair.

Reader: You know I’m so proud of you right?

Ango: ..What….?

He sounded as if he was in disbelief.

Reader: I’m proud of you, for everything you do, for even simply waking up and getting ready, your so strong and you’re always here for me… you deserve the world and more.

She swears she can hear a faint sob buried in their chest.

Ango: Wha-… Thank you.. this means more to me than you’ll ever know.

Reader: Darling you deserve it more than you’ll ever know… now rest, get your well deserved sleep.

Ango: I love you more than words can tell…

Reader: I could say the same to you, now goodnight, I love you.

Ango: I love you too, [name]… goodnight.

They both lay still in each others arms, til the morning.

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Anyways, as I said before, it’s my first time posting on tumblr sooooo… well I hope you enjoyed this 🤭

[husbandohunter]

Hey, I just found your blog through your adorable A Smaller Predicament headcanons. You’re an amazing writer and I was wondering if you could please do a version of that for Venti?

A Small(er) Predicament [Venti x Reader]

Synopsis: When you have to deal with each other's quirkiness as either him as a child or you as a pocket-sized human being

(Two seperate scenarios of Smol Series 1 and 2)

(A/n): Awww you're too kind anon and Venti is such a good addition to this. He's already babie (just look at the art #protecc)

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Venti as a smol baby

The price for the Anemo Archon taking the form of a 12-year old boy had errupted some unique reprocussions after the potion effect: Rather than a young child with the capacity of walking at best, he reduced to something much much younger...a baby.

This meant that Venti will articulate the exact traits of an average one year old except he's more chaotic given his godly powers. It's because he's yet to learn his powers, if Klee could blow up the entirety of DragonSpine, then Barbatos would spin a tornado enough to flatten the mountains and plains altogether. You pray to god when he happens to sneeze (until you realize he is the god). Time to duck under the table, every item would fly off their tables and snot would be coming down his nose...which you have to wipe now (yuck!)

No matter what form he takes, Venti is still the same troublemaking, free-spirited to a fault and mischevious bard. The type to cry at least three times during sleeping hours and you wake up the next day completely deprived of energy. He's a messy eater as well as a picky eater. Food would constantly be stained around his face to the point you feel uncomfortable looking at him. Oh and if you ever try feeding him meals that he dislikes, Venti will either dodge your spoon or blow it away that it splashes all over your shirt.

Does. not. drink. milk. You fight to shove the bottle into his mouth which ends up with him crying a ear-splitting scream. It's almost embarassing trying to feed him in public. Because what Venti wants is not milk, he wants wine. WINE. You knew because "wine" was his first word. The amount of stress he gives you almost wants to make you cry too. So you often had to bring him to the Cathedral and ask the sisters to help instead. Turns out singing songs helps him calm down alot.

However when there are times where Venti is behaving, he's an absolute cutie. He laughs alot, a bubbly and gurgly giggle where you can almost hear his signature "Ehe" except now its an "Eehee". For some reason, Venti loves to bite. He will take a strand of your hair and put it in his mouth. If you bring him close to your face, he'll lean in and chomp your cheek. You're not sure why but that's just his way of showing affection. Most of the time he may stink as a baby, but after a good shower he smells like the fresh minty wind that had blown through the whispering woods.

Once he turns back to his normal self, Venti acts like nothing much happened. Doesn't even apologize for all the trouble he committed. He just says "That was fun!"

When you turn pocket-sized

Boy oh boy you two are going to have lots of fun together ehe ^_^ But don't worry. Venti has no malicious intent. Just his mischeivious tricks like usual. It's like having his own verison of Paimon! Oh, you can't fly? That can be fixed. He crafts you a mini wind-glider when actually it's a cheap folded paper airplane he made in just ten seconds, sticks you on it using tape before using his powers to generate a wind current. You were screaming for your life.

But it doesn't stop there. With you brand new powers, you guys can now be partners in crime! Big and small. As he distracts the staff at the Dawn Winery, you can sneak into the cart and push the apples down into his bag. Or what about sneaking underneath the door to unlock the cathedrals cell where all of the wine stash is hidden?

"No? *sigh* such a shame. We could have been really great partners. A fantastic duo hehe! But you know, now that I'm looking at how small you are, this kinda reminds me of...nevermind. Where shall we be off to next?"

He lets you slip underneath his beret hat. Despite being the wind god, it never falls off. Whenever you shift and push out from the edges of his hat to take a peek outside, Venti can feel your knees digging into his head. Although the feeling can be a bit nagging sometimes and that he has to get used to, at least he has someone to scratch for him whenever he feels itchy!

Whenever you need help climbing on top of furniture, sometimes you'll feel a gentle boost ghosting in the air. Even when Venti isn't around, he keeps in mind to help you navigate your surroundings whenever you need to. Also considering that he's so short himself, sometimes he'll lift you to the top shelves to get something for him.

When you turn back, he says he's going to miss the times where you're flying around in a tiny form. It brings him a sense of deja-vu. Regardless, Venti makes sure to implement this into his songs and stories, a tale of two figures of different sizes ready for adventure!

[heavymetalover]

Call Me Daddy (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

{i imagined scruffy sojourn michael w this one but i left the description kind of open so yall can imagine whichever teehee}

Summary: Michael is about to become your step dad and the two of you have an unusual relationship…

Warnings: DADDY KINK DUH, smut, dirty talk, fingering, vaginal sex, dom!michael, hickies, rough sex.

WC: 5.5k

A/N: ive done the unforgiven… omg.

this is a different format from my other stuff. i didnt see anyone doing this and yall know me and my daddy issues I HAD TO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE anon me, message me, whatever, if you want more parts cuz im down.

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 You had an average run-of-the-mill life with your mom. The two of you lived in a sizable suburban Los Angeles estate; your mom worked for most of her waking hours to keep you comfortable and you worked your ass off to stay in your top college. You had a few friends that would pop into your life when your mom left town, a few boyfriends here and there, even your mom dated around. Everything felt normal until Michael came into the picture.

Your mom has been dating Michael for a few months now, but every time he’s around he brings an eerie feeling along with him. Despite being nearly half her age, he has the soul of somebody from the eighteen hundreds. The way he composes himself, how he speaks with the utmost confidence and how his stares linger too long; his glacial blue eyes always watch you like he can see right through your clothes. 

You’ve been skeptical of him since the day you met him. When you shook his hand and accidentally removed one of his large rings, he nonchalantly told you to keep it. You decided to sell the huge diamond-encrusted Cartier ring and use the twenty thousand dollars to help pay for college.

Since then you’ve avoided the two of them in protest of their relationship. You knew it was juvenile to evade them, but the man turned you on more than you’d like to admit. His soft-waved blonde hair, fluffy lips, jawline for days, prominent cheekbones, and how can you forget the eyes… Everything about him looked planned, like he was designed to be flawless.

On a mundane weekend morning, your mom calls you from downstairs. “Y/n!” her voice echoes through the halls.

You stop reading your favourite book and take out an earbud. “Yeah?!” you yell back, looking up from the pages for a moment and waiting for her to say something else, but the house is silent. You pretend to ignore her call and go back to the story.

“Y/n!” your mom yells again.

You sigh and drop your book, rolling off of your bed and skipping down the stairs to see what fresh hell awaits. As you approach your mom, who’s opening her mouth to call you again, you smell something unusual. Something you haven’t smelt since your dad left. Cologne.

“Honey, he’s here,” your mom whispers to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You try turning away to run back to your room, but your mom stops you. “Can you be nice for once, please?” she begs, squeezing your shoulder.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with,” you groan and shimmy her hand off of your shoulder.  

Michael works at the dining table, setting up three plates and utensils. You’re planted to the ground in awe, you’ve never had to eat dinner with the two of them before. It crosses your mind that they must be confronting you about bypassing them these past few months, your fight or flight response is already kicking in.

Michael looks up at you, finally acknowledging you and capturing you in his ocean blue eyes with a nanosecond of contact. Your mom moves in between the two of you and takes some food out of a paper bag. “Michael and I wanted all of us to eat dinner together,” she skips to stand beside him. You widen your eyes at her and cross your arms in objection. She widens her eyes back, you can practically hear her nagging you to be polite.

Michael puts his arm around your mom. “Your mother and I thought it best for us to… start acting like a family,” he says.

Your eyebrows shoot up and you can’t hold back your smile. “A family?” you laugh. You purse your lips and start walking backwards, aching to escape Michael’s spell. “Mmm, I think I’ll pass,” you turn around to start walking away.

“Y/n,” your mom snaps. You stop in the middle of a step and twist back towards them, taking small, reluctant steps to approach their little function. “We have something to tell you,” she says and immediately after, vaults her hand out to you.

You take it hesitantly and look at her, still trying to figure them out and failing. “What?” you ask.

“No, honey, look at it,” she rolls her eyes, “look at my hand.”

You gawk at her hand, her third finger is dressed in a huge diamond ring. It looks big enough to pay off your whole house. You unintentionally let out a dramatic gasp and drop her hand, she continues to hold it up for you. “It’s the bloodiest diamond he could find in the LA area,” she explains, “We’re in love.” She smiles and places her hand on Michael’s chest, looking up at him with hearts in her eyes. He gifts a small kiss on her lips.

You scoff and shake your head. Any tension that you felt from Michael has dissolved. He’s been dating your mom for five months, five fucking months. Who does he think he is? Are they both nuts? “You’re joking, right?” you ask, completely stunned by how brash the whole situation is. “Are you guys pranking me?”

Michael grins at you, it makes you melt and you hate yourself for it. “Call me daddy,” he sneers.

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It’s a quaint Wednesday evening when you decide to take a break from studying and grab a snack. You’re scrolling through Tumblr when you walk out of your room and smash your face against a sturdy chest. “Jesus!” you gasp, looking up at Michael standing in front of your door; one of his hands is in a fist, ready to knock on your door, while the other is behind his back. “You scared the shit out of me!” You playfully push his chest away from you, trying to shake off the sudden rush of adrenaline.

He drops his fist as he stumbles back slightly. It’s the first time you’ve talked to him since they announced their engagement. Michael moved in about a month ago and it’s been hard to ignore him since he sits, day in day out, typing away on his laptop in your living room.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “But I have to admit it’s nice to hear your voice again.”

You lean against your doorframe, trying to act casual as if he hadn’t just knocked the wind out of you completely. “Did my mom come home from work or something? She send you here?” you ask, declining his attempts to meet your eyes, instead you stare at his lapel.

“No, I got you something,” he explains, wiggling the surprise behind his back.

“Another Cartier ring?” you joke. “Oh, or is it a new girlfriend? Because that would be even better.” His eyes find the ceiling in annoyance and it feels rewarding, you were starting to think he couldn’t be cracked. “Did you get me an apartment, so I don’t have to live with another failed marriage?”

“No,” he snaps back, starting to sound impatient with your infantile attitude. You straighten up at his belligerent tone. He slides into your room, keeping the gift hidden behind his back. “It’s thoughtful, something I know you’d like, but… if you’re hellbent on loathing my existence, why should I be so kind?” he asks. He somehow manages to speak reserved, yet impossibly intimidating. Every word that leaves his lips demands to be heard, it sends chills down your spine. “Right?” he prompts.

You take in a breath. “Right,” you force yourself to agree, mostly because you’re curious to see what the present is. Another part of you is getting bored of acting like a hermit and going days without social interaction. “Obviously it feels weird; I barely know you and you’re becoming my dad and you moved in, everything just seems so fast,” you explain yourself. You saunter back into your room to meet him. “I’ve been a bitch. I’m sorry, Michael. Seriously.”

He takes a step closer to you, you’re only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and fight the urge to wrap your arms around him. “We’ll work on ‘Michael’ later,” he replies. You’re about to question what he means by that when he takes the present out from behind his back. He holds a black bag in between the two of you and you immediately recognize the store. “I heard you on the phone with your friend about something red, lacey, with a bow. I think I found it…”

You take the Victoria’s Secret bag from him without saying a word. You have no words to say. You don’t know if you should thank him or refuse the gift or slap him for listening to your personal conversations. Your mind races wondering if you’d gossiped about his good looks on the phone with your friend.

You silently pry open the bag and paw through the lingerie, mountains of cute panties and bras, digging through things you were never able to afford but always wanted. And, of course, Michael bought the red, lacey one piece you were talking about with your friend. There’s a stillness in the room as you look through the bag. “You bought all of this for me?”

“Yeah, I can’t see how your mom would fit into any of those.”

All of the pieces are just your size, it’s the perfect gift… just not from your stepdad. “How did you even know my size?” you stop looking at the bag and make the mistake of falling into his eyes.

“I went through your clothes,” he carelessly shrugs.

You drop the present by your side. “You went through my clothes, like, my lingerie?”

He slowly nods his head, acting as if it isn’t strange for him to invade your privacy how he did. You huff and he begins looking agitated with you again. “Would you like if I returned all this stuff? I thought you’d like it.”

“I do,” you mutter and kick the bag away from him, you’re not jeopardizing this gift with your uncontrollable sass.

“Good,” he spits back.

“Just… don’t think you can just buy yourself into the family,” you mock. You catch yourself subconsciously crossing your arms over your chest to give yourself a breast lift, but you don’t stop.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirks. He looks down at your cleavage and it feels like all the air is sucked out of the room. “You have quite the collection of lingerie you keep hidden at the bottom of your drawers,” he observes, “like a dirty guilty pleasure.” You peer up at him, again trying to read him, and again failing. He uses one of his fingers to hook onto the thin fabric of your shirt, your tits are practically pouring out and begging to be the center of attention. He tugs at the fabric, looking under your shirt and inspecting your boobs suffocated in one of your intimate Victoria’s Secret pickups. “Kitten’s all dressed up?” he whispers, his fingertips graze the embroidered details.

You bite your lip, anticipating the second he’ll rip the bra off your chest. “It’s all for you,” you tease, pushing your tits together even more, “I’m always dressed up for you, Michael.”

He breathes in, groaning under his breath. “I thought I told you,” his voice is low and intimidating, “call me daddy.”

You’re drinking in a breath of his cologne, shifting onto the tips of your toes to give his soft lips a rugged kiss, when the sound of keys rattling downstairs takes you out of it. Michael still stares at you, his fingers continue to linger over your clothed tits. “Michael!” your mom calls from downstairs.

You look up at him with fear in your puppy dog eyes and Michael grins. He shoots you one last, knowing, glance before leaving your room. He leaves you without saying two words. ��Yeah, babe,” he answers your mom, closing your bedroom door behind him.

What the fuck just happened?

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Holding back your gags, you grasp your friend’s hair as she projectile vomits peach schnapps into an expensive toilet bowl. Her phone rings in her pocket and you huff, digging through the pockets of the leather jacket you lent her and pulling out a vibrating iPhone. You pick up the phone with an ill “hello”, answering too late and looking down at the screen. She must’ve ordered an Uber a while ago, there’s a ton of notifications that the driver’s outside. “Oh shit,” you mutter under your breath. “Your ride is here!” you yell at her, trying to pull her onto her feet.

“What?!” she yells into the toilet bowl.

You roll your eyes and lean down beside her ear, “I said, your ride is here!” you yell over the thumping music.

Your friend stumbles around, trying to stand up in her six-inch heels. You pull her onto you and her head rests on your shoulder, she goes limp against you. “Stop, come on!” you shout over the music. “You have to g-”

You’re cut off by your friend puking onto an expensive mini dress you bought for tonight’s party. This shindig was supposed to be a fun little escape from your school life, your home life, Michael, all your stress. You expected to make new friends, meet hot guys, but instead you came an hour late and have been nursing your friend the whole night. You’re seriously going to kick her ass tomorrow.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, her breath reeking of throw up.

You toss her arm over your shoulder and start walking her out of the bathroom. “I’m going to kill you tomorrow, you know that?” you say in her ear and she lets out a small, apologetic whimper.

A cute guy who was talking you up earlier approaches the two of you. He holds two red cups in his hands and shrugs when he sees you. “What the fuck, y/n? You disappeared on me!” he talks to you over the bass-y music. “I got our drinks!” he shakes the cups in his hands and hands one over to you, as if completely ignoring your drunken friend hanging off of your side.

Your friend staggers, nearly bringing you down with her. The cute guy helps you pick her back up and you sigh, annoyed at how much of a disaster your night has turned into. He knits his eyebrows at your sour attitude, then finding the vomit on your dress, he looks back up at you. You see his doe eyes grow apologetic when he mouths a weak “sorry” to you, stepping out of your way. You shake your head as if telling him it’s fine; you just wish you had more time to get to know him.

You continue dragging your friend along your side and hear someone call out your name from behind you. You whip your head around; your hair irritatingly sticks to your lip-gloss. “Hope to see you again!” he calls after you. You nod in his direction and resume walking your friend, who is nearly passed out on your shoulder, to the front door. When you walk out of the house, you’re assaulted with the smell of salt water. Despite this night turning into one of the most frustrating nights of your life, at least you got to visit a Malibu beach house.

A big, black SUV is parked outside of the house and you rush her to the door. Opening the backseat and stuffing her inside the seats in the back. “The app says where you’re taking her, right?” you ask the Uber driver, your voice sounds muted from being struck by loud music all night.

He nods and reads out her address. “Y/n,” your friend slurs, gripping onto your arm with all her strength, “you’re a really nice… you’re a… you’re a really good friend, you know that? Like, seriously,” she pauses to hiccup, “thank you for taking care of me tonight.” Her words are so slurred that it’s nearly impossible to make out her compliment, but you just nod in hopes it’ll get her to let go. She drops your arm and hands you your pricey leather jacket, bunched up in a ball, before shutting the van door.

You throw on your jacket, protecting yourself from the ocean’s breeze, and watch the van drive away when you notice a familiar car parked across the street. The SUV blocked a four-seater Maserati parked on the other side of the road. Michael’s sedentary in the driver’s seat with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You balance yourself on your ridiculously tall heels and stomp over to his car. He doesn’t even see you coming, he’s leaned back in the driver’s seat reading a book.

You crouch down and knock on the glass of his window. His eyes meet yours for a second and he slowly rolls down the window. A mob of cigarette smoke escapes the car and he chucks the stick onto the pavement. You’re both quiet for a few moments, the crashing ocean waves fills up the silence.  “How did you know I was here?” you ask.

He finally puts down his book and looks at you. “Just trying to be a good dad,” he responds.

“Ugh, ew,” you groan. “You’re my step dad.”

He adjusts his seat to start driving, his eyes looking you up and down as he does. “Looks like your night went a little… rough,” he jokes and nods towards the puke on your dress. “You need a ride?”

You look back at the party. As much as you wanted to live up the night, you’re already in too much of a bad mood to go back in there. It doesn’t help that your new dress is covered in puke, too. You turn back around to Michael, he awaits your answer with a cocked brow. “You can’t tell mom,” you sigh, walking around the car to get into the passenger’s seat. The luxury car’s butterfly doors obnoxiously open up for your entry. “Not a word,” you assure him as you slide into the leather seat.

He starts up the car and one of his Led Zeppelin albums begins to play. “I picked you up at the library,” he quips.

He starts driving along the empty coast and you decide to skip the seatbelt, you don’t want to dirty his car with your friend’s retch. His eyes glance over to your seat for a moment, he notices you second guessing the seatbelt and puts a hand on your thigh. You look up at him and intuitively try to tempt him, biting your bottom lip and batting your lashes. “I’ll protect you if we crash,” he whispers, his fingers lightly caress your thighs.

You put your hand on his and slide him further up your leg. He keeps one hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, but when his eyes do meet yours, it makes all the nerves in your core feel like a wave pool. Your dress is short enough for him to reach your panties without any hassle. Your hand is on his when his fingers begin to rub your pussy, still dressed in a pair of panties he bought you. “Baby’s already wet for daddy,” he says under his breath, kneading your clit in small circles.

You feel your stomach erupt with butterflies, you’ve never felt a nervousness so intense before. A rush of thoughts suddenly violates your mind, you try to shut them up but they keep coming. This is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. You’re disgusting for enjoying this. His fingers have been in your mom before.

You dig your nails into his skin and pull his hand away from you; bending over in your seat and clutching onto your stomach. You only had one drink tonight, you shouldn’t be feeling this sick.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, “are you okay?”

“I think I need air,” you grumble through the sudden sickness. “Can you pull over?”

Michael only takes a minute to find an empty parking lot on the beach and pull into it. You get out of the car without saying a word to him and take off your heels, throwing them into the backseat of his car. You’re already starting to feel your anxiety subside as you shuffle through the cool sand and pace towards the erratic waves crashing on shore. This is one of the reasons you loved LA, the tons of tiny, empty beaches. The ocean at night, and how it constantly smelt like salt water, how it relaxed you.

The breeze blew through your hair, a part of you felt like running into the crashing waves, but a voice took you out of it. “Y/n!” Michael called behind you, over the sound of the whistling wind. He trudges in the sand to get to you; you faintly snicker at his dedication. “Are you okay?” he asks once he’s closer to you.

When you see him, face glowing in the moon light, golden locks blowing in the ocean breeze, face twisted with concern, it all settles. Everything feels like it’s in the right place. Your stomach, although still turning with butterflies, no longer feels sick.

There’s a pause between the two of you; both of you deciding to admire each other instead of the beautiful ocean view beside you. Then, it feels like everything clicks. Like the two of you mentally communicate your longing for each other, your desire. Both shutting your eyes and diving in for a kiss at the same time.

His lips smash against yours, sucking your face, and his tongue quickly invades your mouth. He kisses you like he’s craved your lips for years, passionately cleaning up your mouth with his eager tongue.

Michael works your jacket off of your shoulders and you shimmy it to the ground. He unzips your dress, the zip running along your naked back sends a shiver crawling down your spine. He abandons your lips for a moment to pull down your dress, exposing your bare chest and expensive panties. You’re too lost in lust to even realize you’re half naked on a public beach.

You’re both panting and releasing all of the built-up sexual tension. He stands back up and kisses you again, his hands cup your ass and he gives an echoed smack; his fingers creep down your legs. He grabs onto the back of your thighs and hoists you up, you lightly yelp into his mouth and wrap your legs around him. His large hands hold you up and he leans down, resting you onto the jacket you’ve thrown onto the sand.

Once you’re laid down, he begins rubbing your pussy again. His cold rings adding a different sense of pleasure as he rubs you into entropy. He slides your feeble panties to the side and spits down on your cunt, shoving his finger inside you. You moan at the sudden intrusion, taking in a breath of the salt-scented air. “That’s it, baby girl,” he whispers, adding in another finger, “I want to hear you moan for daddy.”

You take in a breath and whimper as he curves his fingers inside of you, slowly pulsing against your g-spot. He touches you as if he already knows which parts make you crumble. “Ooh yeah, daddy,” you cry and grind on his fingers, pushing him deeper inside you, “right there.”

“You’re my dirty little slut, huh?” he asks, gliding in another finger. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Little girl likes to get fucked by her daddy?” He adds another finger, completely stretching you out. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you can’t reply. “I asked you a question.”

You meet his cold eyes for a second, before you throw your head back in pleasure. “Yes!” you breathe out, feeling the heat rise in your body. Your sensitive cunt throbs under his gluttonous fingers, persistently fucking you and begging for more. “Yes, oh, keep fucking me just like that, daddy!”

His fingers find a rhythm inside of you, constantly bringing you to the brink of climax and slowing down. “Such a dirty little girl,” he teases and spits on your soaking cunt. He pulls out his fingers and holds them to your lips. You grab his hand and suck on his long fingers, tasting the cool metal rings mixed with the sweet taste of your pussy.

You sit up and lock your lips with his again. Both, you and Michael, unbutton his shirt; you want to feel his flesh against yours as soon as possible. When you get to the bottom, you slide your hands up his body and square the shirt off of his shoulders. His perfect, porcelain skin shines in the moonlight. You want to appreciate it for a moment, but he’s already unbuckling his belt.

He’s propped on his knees, unzipping his black pants and bringing them down to pull his erection out of his briefs. It springs out when you start grabbing for it, he moves back and clicks his tongue. “My greedy little girl,” he mocks, “you don’t get a taste until daddy says you do.”

He pushes you down with one of his hands. His touch is so delicate, yet so commanding. Everything he does is done with conviction and a power that only you could dream of, he is inherently dominant over you. He strokes his long, girthy length over you, you’re practically drooling at the sight. He spits on himself and rubs it into the head. “Spit on it,” he orders.

You sit up and weakly spit on the tip of his cock; it’s too late when you notice your mouth is dry from nervousness. He shakes his head. “You’re so pathetic, you can’t even spit on me right,” he sneers, divorced from the nasty words leaving his lips. He presses his dick against your folds and your fingers curl into your jacket, awaiting the moment he plunges into you. “Say the word, baby girl, say you want me,” he’s lingering at your entrance.

“Please,” you whine, your pussy is beating against his hard cock, “please dad.”

He pushes his head inside you and you grab his arms for support, digging your nails into his skin. He’s so thick, you’ve never felt something so large obtruding your tight cunt. He moves in slowly, reading your stunned facial expressions to see if he should continue stuffing himself inside of you. You let out tiny weeps as he digs deeper into your hole, but you can’t manage much more.

Michael thrusts himself into you until he’s balls deep, even he can’t help but groan. “My little girl is so fucking tight,” he grunts under his breath. He starts to hammer himself into you, going so deep that you feel like pushing him back, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. His cock is so thick that it hits every nerve you could imagine; it’s hard to gather a single word.

He lets out a small chuckle at your reticence. “My innocent baby’s never felt a real cock before, huh?” he taunts, still pounding his length into you. You open your mouth to speak, but settle on shaking your head. One distinct tear runs down the side of your face while stifled cries pass your trembling lips with each time his balls smack into your ass. “You’re taking me like a good fucking girl,” he admires, “my good little slut.”

He lifts up your leg and rests your foot on his shoulder. You’re twisted onto your side, trying to look over your shoulder to see how vigorously he pounds into your cunt. Michael’s new positioning hits exactly in your g-spot, you feel your leg shaking under his grip. “H-holy shit,” your voice trembles, you let out a built-up breath. “Keep going, daddy! Right there, right there, I’m so close,” you’re begging, voice is flooded with desperation. You don’t care how childish you sound, you want nothing more than to come all over Michael’s big dick. “Don’t move, please, please,” you grab onto his arm again.

Tears overflow your eyes when you look into his. Just seeing his determined light blue eyes peering back at you makes you unravel even more. He has no remorse for how weak he’s making you, how vulnerable you’ve become, his unmistakable dominion turns you on.

He listens to your wails, finally granting you the satisfaction you’ve been begging for and plows into your g-spot. Your grip on him gets tighter as he thrusts harder, you’re almost certain he’s going to leave some swelling deep inside your cunt. “Your dick is so, fucking, good,” you breathe in between thrusts.

Michael doesn’t give up, keeping up the same pace and fucking you exactly how you want him to. You’re about to praise his long cock some more when you’re thrown into climax. You try looking back up at him, but you can’t say a word; your mouth hangs wide open with nothing but small chokes croaking out. He can see how dazed he’s made you and shoves your face into the ground, pushing your nose against the leather of your jacket. “You’re going to take daddy’s cock like a good little girl,” he seethes, suffocating your head into your jacket. “Don’t come,” he demands.

He continues punching your g-spot with his huge cock, you feel your pussy spasming under his rough thrusts. He holds both of your arms back, shifting you into doggy-style. His balls slap against your sore clit and you feel yourself starting to ejaculate. “Fuck!” you scream into the breeze of the empty beach. Your cunt twitches and gushes its balmy juices all over Michael’s hard cock.

He slows down his pace and pulls your arms up towards him, you feel his heaving chest against your back. “What did I just fucking say?” he fumes, tugging your arms even closer to him. “Answer me.”

“You told me not to come,” you answer in a syrupy, naïve voice.

He grabs both of your tits to push you flush against him, maintaining his rough thrusts into your cunt. “That’s right,” he whispers in your ear, “baby didn’t fucking listen.” He smacks your tits with both of his hands, striking you hard. You jump at how ruthless he hits you, it makes your stomach flutter again. His full lips lug along your neck. “Remember who you belong to,” he speaks into your neck, sending an iciness throughout your entire body.

Michael digs his teeth into your skin, sucking up your flesh while he continues massaging your breasts, pinching at the hard peaks your nipples have formed. He sucks so hard it stings, you wonder how that would feel on your pussy. His love bite begins to hurt and you shift your head away from him, he snickers. “Who do you belong to?” he whispers, lips chafing the shell of your ear.

He pinches your nipples even harder and you sob in pleasure. “Mmm, you,” you respond, looking over your shoulder to give his lips a frail kiss. “I belong to you, daddy.”

He takes in a deep breath as if shaking off your spell and regaining his confidence. He pushes you onto the ground again and goes back to fucking you like a ragdoll. “You better remember that,” he breathes, mercilessly pummeling himself into you again.

He holds both of your arms back once more, driving himself into you so hard that you’re concerned about cervix bruising. His pace slows down a bit and you look back at him, his mouth drapes open and he stares down at the back of your head. He pushes you away as he orgasms, savagely shoving your face back into the ground, as you feel his warm seed spilling inside your wet cunt. Michael groans from deep within his chest, letting out a long sigh when he’s done. “Oh, fuck,” he moans, “fuck, you sexy bitch.”

You let out a little giggle at this and he joins. He hauls himself out of you and you feel all of your muscles relax. You shift onto your back, looking up at Michael in disbelief. You’re too caught up in euphoria to comprehend what just happened. All you can think of in this moment is how fucking good he was. Even Michael has a dumbfounded look on his face.

He shakes his head and liberates a nervous laugh, “We’re so fucked up.”

You can say that again.

[iamtheempress]

Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 9}

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Some days have come and gone, bruises were healed ribs are fixed back into place. Vegeta is off with Goku training themselves in the time chamber for the night, in all their forms to test themselves fully.

Bulma had asked her to house sit the entirety of Capsule Corp for the night, Carlie happily obliged since she still had her old room beside the balcony. The scientist rushed to her lab and came back up to her temporary bedroom and sat down on her bed, only to dress into a sleep shirt and pull out her bottle of whiskey, an old stache in her night stand and the new bottle of Merlot for Frieza. She ordered a hot pizza for herself and maybe Frieza if he was willing to eat. 

She had a movie ready to watch and unwind. An old classic and take on horror, Alien. A solid 3 hour long movie that she loved to watch when she was younger, one of the first movies that peaked her interest hardcore to alien races all together.

She singlehandedly carried both the pies and the wine and whiskey in her arms down the hall in the direction of the theater, which is on Friezas side of the building She felt one of the bottles slipping and started to quietly curse herself when it falls from her arms, she awaits the impending crash and liqour splattering everywhere. When it didnt she looked to her side to see a tail tip encircling the bottle.

 “Tsk. Well if that were to break that would certainly be tragic, wouldnt it, Ms. Carlie?” Frieza said standing beside her with a small smile, Carlie smiled at Frieza and laughed abit embarrassed. “Thanks, Frieza.. Want to help me eat these pizzas?”She lifted the pizza boxes and the smell wafted up to the Emperor, he hummed and held his chin between his fingers. “I am quite hungry. Pizza you say? Id love to accompany you, dear.” 

He holds the bottle and saunters beside her down the hall, tail fluttering slowly behind him, a bit of blood still on the very end of his terribly strong tail.. From his most recent murder that day. “I was actually going to watch a movie too, so hope you enjoy feeling lazy eating pizza and getting abit drunk cuz thats going to happen with me tonight” She giggled and gently nudged open the door to the large theater room. “Oh there is no issue with that, I was wondering how you were doing anyway so to spend some quality time within your company is just what i needed.” 

You too will realize this

Frieza curtly nods and places the bottle of whiskey down besides the two large pizzas with hot sauce to dunk in, Carlie lifted the bottle of merlot to Frieza and smiled. “Wanted to give this to you and we can get abit drunk together.. Except i dont know your tolerance to alcohol.” “Wuite alright, im no light weight.” “Excellent!” she claps her hands together and grabs a wine goblet and one Whiskey glass.

Frieza watches her form shuffle away, eyes raking slowly down to her pretty soft legs. Her bottom showing just slightly from the shirt raised up behind her. Frieza hums and seats himself on the extra large and extravagant couch bringing the Wine up and looking at it.. His little smirk showing in the glass bottles sheen in the movie theaters dim light. “Care to tell me what we would be watching.” She tilts her head and comes back with the glasses sitting comfy besides Freeza, the light of the theater dimmed very slowly until the only things visible were Friezas eyes and the screen turning on to suit the room. 

“This movie is one of my favorites from when i was younger. It is called Alien, plot is basically a bunch of humans awake from cryostasis and there's no reason why, and then this insectoid alien called a xenomorph makes its appearance and you'll see the rest. It's great!” “Ohohoho! How precious.. Humans having their own interpretations of Alien kind is quite amusing! Cannot wait to see what kind of monstrosity your kind has imagined.” He uses his ki to pour them both some wine and whiskey. “Hey you might like it, don't knock it till ya try it.” she giggles and clinks the drinks together and takes a sip. The movie begins and she is immediately entrenched in it like its her first time watching it.

Watching a classic with the late emperor. His arms are crossed as this large fluffy white quilt is brought up to her lap and encircles her so comfortably, her slippers fall off her feet to the floor. Frieza watches her out of the corner of his eye while she watches the screen with expectant wonder.. 

He watched her pretty gossamer locks, some that were tied up and some that were loose, falling out of her messily tied bun, down her shirt, her lightly tanned skin glistens with some nice smelling body spray, tantalizing and sweet. Like her. The fact she wasnt wearing glasses made her look more appealing and this deeply confused Frieza… His eyes snapped to the screen and he took a sip of his drink, his back curving to relax into the plush cushion. 

Friezas tail slid beneath her back, she didnt flinch, she shifted a tiny bit, maybe to make sure he was comfortable, maybe to welcome it.. He took it as the latter and proceeded to welcome the warmth of her back upon his tail. 

‘You beautiful little thing…’ he thinks crossing his ankles and watching her fill another glass full of whiskey, right as the first sight of the Xenomorph came up on screen his eyes widened and he tilted his head. 

Watching humans cower in abject horror made the emperor smile in pride of the idea that this is what humans find entertaining and terrifying..the tail around her waist slowly drags her to his side; spurts of blood and the absolute massacre that sprays forth from its victims peaks his interest. Down to the idea they grow and procreate and are fast and nimble, with predatory intent to kill and overwhelm, ambush with ease. 

The very similar comparison to his 3rd form was just the icing on the cake for the emperor that made this all the more amusing. Shes familiar with the immense amount of horror this form can bring...Maybe this was intentional.. Maybe she wanted him to see that he wasnt afraid of him, no matter what form he took. 

She had eaten almost all of this pizza along with the dip of the hot sauce that made her lips look glossy and inviting...a thought Frieza never entertained before but here he was, staring at her lips and her neck where Vegeta left a bite.

He sneers and his bright red eyes return to the screen, when she places her whiskey glass down her hand touches his thick cold tail while she puts it down the emperor cracks the goblet from the grip.. Not breaking it entirely just enough to crack it.

*Thats enough of this little game…*

This gives him an idea. One to finally act upon this beautiful little woman besides him whos blanched stark white and almost flush against the 

“"this movie is quite entertaining. Kill or be killed and absolute domination with zero regard for human life. Procreate and maim, all for the sake of their queen" Frieza muses, his arm bringing the soft white blanket into his lap and his cold strong hand finds her bare thigh, Carlie was abit tipsy but she wasnt blind... "You enjoy this bloodshed dont you, Carlie.” He lets the goblet go to float gingerly to the table infront of him and tilts her head to face him. “Frieza, what are you talking about.. Its just a movie.” He straightens his back hard and looks her square in the eye; a knowing look blooms across his minimalistic features and his red eyes dilate.

“I know what happened to you the other day. Vegeta harmed you while you were intimate, I saw your back and those horrific bruises and scratches.” Her eyes went wide and she backed her head up abit from him as he held her hand in his own. “Frieza.. Me and Vegeta are fine it was a one time thing that wont-” “And how do you know that Carlie?” “Huh?”

“Ive known Vegeta for decades. Since he was a small chimp with a dead father. I WAS basically his father figure, to hell with any of his old Saiyan counterparts. They had as little an influence as i did on him. He had a temper that could never be put out..”  He snapped, raising his voice harshly almost into her face.

 For a split second.. He felt bad for doing that.

“That Saiyan bravado is all brute force and abuse. Never anything gentle..” Carlies eyes remained wide as she slowly- like cold molasses on the brain-took everything he said in. “He would never abuse me..” She pushed his hand off her leg and his tail slunk slowly beneath the shirt to her smoothe soft belly, then to her thighs to keep her still, but not enough to harm her. “He did though..  He most certainly did though… your back had proof of it.. Why would he throw you so violently… you his little mate.. That damned ape knows nothing about delicacy… its disgusting…” 

He sneers forcing the girl to her back with little effort on his own part. Carlie started to panic... “Frieza, let me go. C'mon if i didn't trust Vegeta i wouldn't be with him, let me the heck go please.” SHe pleas and pulls against the tail as the emperor cradles her head and stares down at the little scientist, a hypnotic unblinking stare as his tail tightens around her soft midsection and her quivering legs, his tail pulsing around her body.

   “Carlie… Would I lie to you.. Vegeta’s a great danger to you, he's highly unstable and you know it.. No amount of affection or care will break that ape down to what you want.. He is a *Saiyan* careless, heartless, if you were to die he wouldn't bat a lash.. Just look at where you are.” His tail sliding between her legs to lock them together to ensure she doesn't struggle too hard. SHe was all ears as she complied and lain still turning her head to the side crying…

“He left you with me… alone.. Instead of staying he went off to probably train and..” the back of his knuckles slide down her cheek. His eyes looking longingly at the slender pretty neck and her soft plush lips back up to her eyes… 

What is going ON with him….

“Inflict more harm upon you…Possibly kill you..” He pulls away and sits up his tail uncurling quite satisfied with his claim. Hoping he made her change her mind he folded his hands in his lap. 

“You are my only friend Carlie, I'm saying this to protect you.” 

Carlie stood up and backed up staring at him. “I don't know where you get off.. Speaking to me like that.. Frieza I gotta go.. Dont fucking follow me i cant fucking think…” she slurs, turning on her heel and taking the whiskey and headed for the door.

  “Look at me.”

 She stops dead in her tracks. Frieza didn't even have to turn completely around. “That creature… the Xenomorph on the screen.. Is my 3rd form likeness..” 

3rd form… no one said anything about forms with him… “.............” She gulps and listens, letting him proceed. “This is my Final Form.. From this i can get stronger in my Golden form… one day i hope to show you its glory… But until then… know i could have killed you.. But i dont. I enjoy your company. If you choose to leave that is your choice, and i bid you a pleasant night my dear.” He raises the now full Goblet to his lips and sips.

He heard the door close and the emperor simply closed his eyes.. Her energy left the room. It was lonely. It actually *hurt* Frieza to feel her go.

"Consider this friendship squandered... i will take what i want... and what i wanted from the very beginning was you" He hissed under his breath. Continuing to watch the movie and enjoy the rest of his pizza. “I hope you have a lovely last night as Vegetas.. Because i will make you mine. Empress Carlie...you have no choice…” He muses eating a slice and licking his fingers clean. 

His tail rests in the spot where she sat. “You never really did.”

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Authors note: Super sorry yall. lifes been batshit and i hope yall like this truly. Were coming up on the wrap up~

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[meanhoeforcb97]

Birthday Boy

Pairing: Switch(?)Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romantic Smut

Warnings: Name calling (princess), oral (m), slight food-play (chocolate), handcuffs, lingerie, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy)

Requested: nope

Words: 2.7k

Happy birthday to Hyunjin-ah uwu

This is the third time I'm uploading it eYE—

Masterlist

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It was Hyunjin's birthday today, and so you decided to prepare a little birthday surprise for him. You made him breakfast in bed in the morning and you two cuddled watching his favourite movie before he left the house to go grab some lunch and celebrate with some of his close friends.

Meanwhile you didn't stay home for long, you went to the mall and bought everything you needed for his birthday surprise and birthday present. You bought a small chocolate cake for the two of you, flowers, some decorations and lastly his present.

Making sure to get home early you started setting up a few balloons in the livingroom and hallway with a happy birthday banner. You continued to make a path of small scented candles that led to your bedroom. In there, you had placed several candles on the dresser, bedside tables and shelves and you could already imagine how beautiful it would look once you lit them up.

Proceeding with your plan, you changed the bedsheets to his favourite silky beige ones and draped a fluffy blanket over the foot of the bed. Once you were satisfied with how it looked you prepared a small note for him and placed it neatly on the coffee table in the livingroom where you were sure he'd see it. After that was done you decided to take a bath and get ready yourself.

After your bath was over and you were dry and ready, your went inside your bedroom and carefully sat on the bed taking out a paper bag from underneath it. It was Hyunjin's gift. You smirked to yourself as you got the lingerie set out of the bag.

It was a beautiful black see-through material with a few purplish lace details on the breasts and pelvic area.

Putting it on, you couldn't help but smile to yourself knowing how much Hyunjin was gonna love it. Getting your phone from the side table you decided to text him.

You:

Baby when are you gonna be back :((

I missed you :((

Hyunjinah~:

Awww is my baby jealous cuz I didnt spend as much time with her today?

Dont worry baby, I'm on my way! <3

I'll be there in... 15 minutes! ^3^~ <3

You smirked to yourself and proceeded to go inside the kitchen and grab a lighter and the cake. Placing the cake box on top of the bed, you started off by lighting up the candles there and taking some pictures of yourself to use some other time ;)

You then wrapped your silky robe and went to the living room lighting up all of the candles there, as well as the hallway. You then grabbed the flowers you bought and threw some petals on the floor and on top of the bed creating a very romantic and sensual atmosphere.

You checked the time and you had only about 3 minutes before he arrived so you placed yourself on the bed with the cake on your lap –the box long forgotten in the trashcan– and with a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed next to you.

Soon enough, you heard a door opening and closing and Hyunjin's voice.

"Baby I'm hom— what the?" He muttered as he saw the setup.

He took off his jacket and shoes and walked towards the note resting on the table next to his favourite vanilla scented candles.

'Open Me'

It read on the outside and so he did.

Hello There Birthday Boy!

I hope you had a wonderful time with your friends but now it's our night!

I need you to follow the candles and let them relax you with their beautiful scent.

There will be a surprise waiting for you at the end of your path.

Enjoy~

He placed the note down and did as told, following the path lit by the candles.

Once the trail was over he looked up only to realise he was standing outside of your shared bedroom.

But now he had gotten an idea of what was going to take place in there.

He entered and immediately saw you sitting on the bed while holding his cake. Once you locked gazes, your eyes lit up and you started singing. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hyunjin-ah! Happy birthday to you!" You finished and he came closer blowing out the candles on top of the cake and then leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

Taking the cake from you hands, he placed it on top of the side table.

He sat next to you on the and smiled at you.

"You know you really didn't have to do all that, the fact that you're here with me is enough." He said as he cupped your cheek and you turned to face him.

In the process he caught glimpse of your bra strap under your robe but didn't say anything.

"No Hyunjin-ah! I want to show you how special you are! Now stand up I have something more!" You said excitedly and he complied standing next to the bed and watching you intently.

Firstly, you gave him the flowers you bought for him and then you told him to close his eyes.

"No peeking okay?" You said and he nodded with a smile but cheated anyways, as he watched you bend over and grabbing something from underneath the bed.

Once he saw you were about to stand up, he immediately closed his eyes and you turned towards him holding a paper bag.

"Don't open them yet!" You said as you took the flowers from his hands and placed them on a random chair before handing him the bag.

"Now!" You said and he opened his eyes to see a Victoria's Secret's bag placed on his hand.

"Oh?" He said raising an eyebrow and looked straight into your eyes.

"Princess if you wanted us to fuck on my birthday you could have just asked and I would fuck you senseless all day instead." He said as he licked his lips looking at you with a growing fire in his eyes.

"Oh no Hyunjin, today is all about you, so take a seat, birthday boy." You said as you pushed his chest leading him to fall on the bed and he looked at you with a half smirk.

"Hmm, I like this side of you princess!~" he said as he looked at you anticipating your next move. You took the bag out of his grip and placed it next to the both of you as you got on top of his lap.

You kissed him on the lips, initiating a makeout session and started unbuttoning his velvety pink button up and slid it off his arms with ease. Once his upper half was bare, you proceeded to work your way down and undoing his pants. His breath hitched in his throat as you lightly palmed him trying to get him more excited.

"Now take a seat at the headboard and close your eyes." You instructed and he complied without a second thought. You then opened the bag and took out two pairs of fluffy pink handcuffs and cuffing both his hands on either side of the bed.

Upon the sound of the cuffs closing he quickly whipped his head towards you and looked at you shocked and confused.

"What are you doing?" He basically hissed as he pulled at the restraints.

"Making sure you enjoy this without worrying about me enjoying it. Now watch me." You said as you untied the bow holding the two sides of your robe together slowly and seductively revealing the lingerie underneath.

He couldn't help but groan at the sight of your dolled up body, all for him.

You let the silky fabric slide down your shoulder and pooling around your ankles exposing your half naked body entirely.

"Now, how shall I please the birthday boy first hmm? Any suggestions?" You said as you circled the bed to get to him. He gulped and opened his mouth in an attempt to speak but no sound came out.

"Hmm I have an idea..." You said as you looked into his eyes with your own lust-filled ones before dipping your finger into the cake, his eyes following your movements.

Unconsciously he licked his lips and you smirked as you brought the finger to his mouth.

"Go ahead, try it." You said and he gulped before taking your finger inside his mouth and licking it clean.

"Is it good?" You asked him and he nodded vigorously.

"Let me try for myself." You said as you dipped your finger inside the cake once again but you 'accidentally' dropped it on his upper body making him slightly moan from the coldness of the cake meeting his burning hot skin.

"Oops!" You said before you bended over and licked his abs getting the cake off of him and moaned while looking straight into his eyes.

"You're right, it's delicious, but I have something even tastier right in front of me." You said as you licked your lips before situating yourself on top of his lap and kissing allover his jaw and neck before finding his sweet spot and sucking harshly on it leaving the first hickey on his pale unmarked skin like the first drop of paint on a blank canvas.

He moaned and tried to place his hands on your waist but the cuffs held him back everytime.

"Its useless baby, they won't budge" You mattered between kisses and continued marking your way down his body.

"You want more baby, don't you?" You asked teasingly and he panted as he nodded at you.

"Yes please! Stop teasing me already!" He said as he buckled his hips up trying to find some sort of friction.

"Hmm I guess we can do something about that." You said as you got off him and spread his legs so you'd fit between them.

Pulling down his boxers and throwing them somewhere in the room, you let his rock-hard member free and took him inside your hand making him sigh at the very-much-needed contact.

Folding your body over with your ass up high, you licked a long stripe from his base to his tip following a prominent vein poking out underneath the skin.

He groaned and tried to grab your hair only to be reminded by the fact you had him tied up.

Playing dirty you decided to tease him some more as you licked around his tip spreading his pre-cum around.

"J-just put it in for fuck's s-sake!" He said between heavy breaths and you looked straight into his eyes as you placed his whole dick inside your mouth reaching his pubic bone and feeling his hairs tickle your nose and you slightly gagged from the friction at the back of your throat caused by his tip.

"Oh my god! Just like that!" He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks around his shaft.

You continued to bob your head up and down his member as fast as you possibly could.

"Gosh princess you make me feel so good!" He moaned again and again slightly bucking his hips up to meet your movements causing you to gag, but once you felt his member twitch inside your mouth you did everything you could to finish him off.

Massaging his balls, sucking on his tip and bobbing your head as fast as you could you soon felt him twitch again and he groaned louder.

"Princess I-I'm gonna cum!" He warned and soon enough you felt his hot cum hitting the back of your throat as you tried to shallow every drop of it milking him dry.

Once you swallowed everything you took your mouth off his dick with a pop and opened your mouth wide sticking your tongue out for him to see and he hissed.

"Fuck you're such a good girl for me baby!" He groaned out and tried to pull his hands away from the cuffs to touch you.

You smiled at him and moved closer, taking the key out of your bra and slowly unlocking the handcuffs restraining his hands from touching you.

"You know Hyunjin-ah, I'm very glad you enjoyed yourself but I'm afraid you enjoyed yourself so much that you made me have a problem myself." You said as you as you pointed towards your vagina and he licked his lips.

"I think I could help with that." He said finally placing his hands on your hips after what seemed like years.

"Oh really?" You teased. "What do you suggest?" You asked as you pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"Well firstly, I need this off." He said as he put his finger underneath the bra strap pulling it up and then letting it drop against your skin making you moan slightly.

"Then take it off for me." You challenged and he quickly smashed his lips against your own and worked his way with taking off your lingerie.

Once you were as bare as a newborn baby he flipped you guys over, still not breaking your makeout session, and trailed a hand down to your core to test the waters.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers looking your entrance and he groaned pulling away for a split moment "Oh my Fuck! Your soaked for me!" He said before smashing his lips back into yours and sucking on your tongue.

Once he felt you were wet enough, he took his fingers away and spread your wetness on his alreay hard tip.

"Baby I love you so much, you can't even imagine how much you mean to me." He mumbled into your lips as he pushed himself in and your both moaned.

Caressing up your sides and breasts he reached for your hands interlocking your fingers with his and he took his sweet time kissing all over your face and neck moving lower to your chest and taking your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it and flicking his skilled tongue over it. You lightly squeezed his hands and he hummed against your breast making you moan.

"Y-you can move now." You announced and he immediately started thrusting into you slow and deep savoring every moment with you –and in you–.

Filling you up to the brim you could feel each others love through passionate, loving movements of both your bodies.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you allowed him to reach deeper into you hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Both were moaning each others names between kisses as your tongues tangled up against each other.

Soon you were brought over the edge as you came all over your lover's cock and with a few more thrusts you felt your walls being painted white as he came inside you, moaning your name repeatedly.

"H-happy birthday Hyunjin-ah.." you said as you kissed his lips once again.

"Fuck Y/n I love you so much!" He said with a lovesick smile as he pushed some hair out of your sweaty and tired face.

He slowly pulled out and kissed you lovingly on the lips as he went out of the room for a few minutes and then came back soon after and hovered over your tired form still lying down on the bed.

"I know you wanted to make this night about me, but let me take care of you love." He said and you nodded without a second thought as he put his hands under your knees and back holding you up bridal style almost effortlessly.

You kissed his cheek and he smiled down at you with his famous eye-smiles as he took you both to the bathroom.

There, you saw some of the candles placed around the room, and the tub filled with water and your favourite body wash. Two wineglasses and your favourite wine by the side of the tub.

"Ta-da!" He said and twirled you both around and you giggled telling him to stop.

He slowly and carefully got inside the tub and placed you down on top of himself hugging you close to his body.

"I love you so much Y/n, thank you for being with me all this time." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I love you more." You said as you snuggled your nose into his and kissing his lips lovingly.

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

Amusing.

«And this, you mother fucker, is why we can’t want nice things. There is an actual risk of them becoming true, and then we will fucking panic because we don’t know that to do. Did you want kisses? There are your cursed kisses, you whiny! And you can’t kiss back nor pet or…or… Fuck this shit. » Silver is trying his best, Shadow is still very confused, and Sonic...He´s in there, somewhere... (Working title and summary. Going to change them when I have something more solid to put in.) Even though only Shadow and Silver appear in this chapter, Sonic is in there. He is going to appear in the second chapter. So, yes, this is a triple s.

Part one, because I have no self control and this is too large.

In AO3 as well. [But I didnt cut it cuz I was lazy. Maybe later.]

It was amusing, and something that even now surprised Shadow to no ends. His life, now, consisted in a lot of things he never thought about, he never though he could have, hell, things he didn’t even knew existed! So, in a sense, it would be normal for him to have never ever imagined something like this could happen, to him none the less! But it has, and it was… right this second, even!

He looked over his shoulder, gazing straight at his fluffy boyfriend who was sitting by the counter, staring at, well, him, like a very small puppy would. Once he noticed Shadow was looking, he flushed a bit, but didn’t gaze away. Actually, he seemed to preen a bit at having the ebony attention on him, smiling softly, dopey almost, and eagerly sitting straighter, as if showing off his height. The whole display made Shadow look away, chuckling a bit under his breath, feeling how his own cheeks seemed to warm up a bit. It was almost a giddy feeling, his stomach rolling, and his usual stoic stance yeeting itself off the window without asking Shadows opinions first. It was stressing, and annoying as hell. Staying calm and in control of himself seemed to get harder every time, and it wasn’t for the rage or sadness anymore, not at all, at least, but by this very confusing I-don’t-know-how-to-explain-what-I’m-feeling feeling, or this whole shame and need that seemed to take over his whole body wherever they touched, like, you just got a kiss, why do you need another one?! Stop being so clingy and needy, you are going to bore them! Just lay down, go to sleep! What?! No! Stop staring at their hands, you idiot, they are going to notice! Sleep on your side! Sleep on your fucking side you Disaster-bitch! Don’t you dare roll over to them, doesn’t matter how “Oh, soft and fluffy” they look! Don’t you fuckin-Wa-Wah! Oh god! Oh, my chaos! Why is Sonic hugging us?! He didn’t!-He didn’t send a notice first! It was, it was so sudden? How are we supposed to react to this!? We are not ready, we really ARE NOT READY! He is, he is snuggling? Oh my why is he so cute? Who said it was allowed?! We want to fill a compliant! Nono! Don’t you dare tense up nor make a fucking sound, don’t you dare to wake him up! Shit! Had it gotten hotter in here somehow? Their face was going to melt! Was really ruining him. The temptation of just jumping in, out of the blue, and kissing their face or biting on their shoulders was so strong sometimes…He looked down at the mushy thing in front of him, barely time enough to hold the palette once again before he felt a warm weight settling on his back, careful as always with Shadow spines, and maybe not so thick, but definitely strong arms hugging him tightly. — Hiii~. — Silver sung softly on Shadows ear, giggling happily at seeing both of them twitch and fold in reflex. [I almost wrote Infinite instead of Silver. Wow, the ideas.]

Yas. Ok. Thank you, that is…that was exactly what Shadow needed. A reminder of how much of a freaking walking gay disaster he is.

Fighting with claws and fangs and every little bit of sense he had the oh so big urge of squirming, and the even bigger want of leaning into that white chest fluff and purring because, Oh damn, Shadow, who could have been the image of composure and coolness, kept mixing smoothly, soft yet firm wrists moves as a simple “Hello” fell out his mouth.

Nailed it.

— Are you doing other of this, eh, Things? — He didn’t sound sarcastic nor upset in any kind of way while asking, unlike Sonic, who very much did; Instead, Silver seemed to be genuinely curious, staring obviously at Shadows hands and work in progress in his usual child-like fascination. It sometimes made Shadow want to give him another kick in the head thanks to the frustration, but this time, it was almost… endearing. The attention he received from his boyfriend usually threatened with making him blush extremely or freezing him up completely, it was…almost overwhelming, but in a good sense? So…Supportive? Yas! That is what it was!

It completely frightened him.

— Yes. — That was what Shadow always answered when asked, “What are you doing?”

A thing. It was short, true, and didn’t give any detail away. Nonetheless, to be honest, most of the time it was very obvious that he was cooking something, or doing some kind of thing for maybe a kinda craft project? He just…He was just doing things. Sonic hated when he answered like that, though. He would whine, glare, scoff, or walk away, sometimes a rather strange mix of them and a bit more, that always left Shadow blinking and in complete blank.

And Shadow was supposed to be the drama king?

— It smells funny. — Silver declared with a small laugh, perching his head on top of Shadows and looking at his boyfriend work the…flour? (Was that-What was that?) With his fingers now. —I like this. Whatever you are doing, I dunnu, I like it. A lot. I really do.

—Why? — Shadow couldn’t help but ask, wishing to look up into his boyfriends face, but not doing so in order of not dislodging him. This. This was…was part of the long list of things that he couldn’t understand of Silver. If he didn’t knew what the fuck was Shadow doing, and was just seeing him watering the flour, then, how could he like it so much? Say it so confidently, with so much honesty on his voice… How?

—Be-ca-use~…—He sung, again, drumming his fingers against Shadows skin, breathing deeply and sighing so contently Shadows own lungs ached. — I get to see you, and everything you are doing. And you are happy.

«…Ah~…? »

As if sensing his confusion, Silver gave an embarrassed grin, and went on in an explication.

— You are soooo happy and relaxed, you look soo calm, elegant, even, and focused in what you are doing! And I like that! I like how I can hug you tightly, and admire how pretty, erm, precise! Your hands move. — As if trying to prove his point, he squeezed Shadow strongly, which stole a small squeak out of the ebony. Silver had fucking lifted him! — I like that one a lot. I like seeing what you are doing a real lot, being close enough so I can-I can…

—Yes?

— Smell it! Or hear it! I really like it all, how calming and neat you make everything look, even if things go wrong or the kitchen gets messy, you just-just…make it work! You are relaxed, and happy, and so am I. —He changed his position just the slightly bit necessary for him to be able to look at Shadows pretty face without losing or wavering his strong grip for one second, waiting for their eyes to connect before smiling widely. He pecked Shadow warm cheek one, two, three…four and five times before just giving up and nuzzling him enthusiastically, hands kneading and chest rumbling with a very low but pleased purr. (Oh, how much did he love to do this?!) Silver had gotten that habit from Blaze, kneading with his hands-paw in these kind of situations, though he knew as a hard fact that Shadow did it as well. Why? Well, it was just a mystery! (He had never gotten the courage enough to directly ask his boyfriend from where he picked it up, so he just made up stories on his mind. Still, a mystery. ) — I enjoy it, hearing the knife cutting the dried fruit, how your fingers rub the flour and your knuckles tap the bowl, the bubbling when you boil something, the cling of the plates and glass, your laugh or humming… I love it. I love seeing it, I love hearing it, I love…Jeez, even smelling it once it is out of the oven, and how the vanilla, cinnamon or mint or whatever smell will cling into you and follow into our bed. Can you believe the cravings or the weird dreams I´ve gotten thanks to it? Its-Its nuts!

Silver was happy, so freaking happy. He laughed and smiled while talking, always looking straight at Shadow and touching him here, and here, and there and just… couldn’t stay quiet. (How could he?! Shadows fur was always so soft and they were so close and…there! ) He sounded… passionate, almost. And that was exactly what he wanted. What he honestly felt! He was trying to show his interest in Shadows tastes, be a very Supportive Boyfriend™, and highlight that he actually enjoyed this and wasn’t just faking it nor seeing it as an obligation. He wanted to connect with both of his boyfriends, show that he paid attention to them, and that their likes were a very important thing to him. He wanted to be there for them and keep them happy for as long as he could.

Shadow couldn’t hold his snickers anymore at that last line, looking away and basically hiding his smile on his shoulder, which almost made Silver whine in protest. Because, Shadow, Why? His heart was beating quickly, Silver could feel it under his hands, and his cheeks were clearly flushed, even if it wasn’t that strong. It was an almost bashful look what he had, and during Silvers confession, his ears and hell, even his tail, had perked up and twitched occasionally, the last one grinding lazily against Silvers body every so. It was…perfect. So cute, like, Silver couldn’t even.

He must have two of the cutest, and prettier, and sexier boyfriends in the whole past.

—I love holding you, also, just like this… I love you~… I just love you a big lot.

—Oh my chaos, will you ever stop? —Shadow grumbled, cutting Silver rather abruptly and taking him by surprise. — What is this, any kind of thesis? Cut it already, you sap.

Silver found himself gaping for a second, completely dumbfounded. Shadows words stung for a few seconds, and had him blinking and lowering his ears. He snorted then, beaming once again and hugging him tighter than before, hearing more clearly that very low “Mmmmmmmmhhhhhh” long sound. — O-Oh man, I really embarrassed you with that one, Did I not?

Shadow ears were the ones lowering this time.

—Was it…that obvious? —He questioned quietly, and Silver only response was more laughs which only deepened (And wasn’t that a feat!) Shadows blush. Another shower of small kisses peppered all over the ebony face was what followed, as well as a little tease.

—Oh dear, you got as red as a tomato. —Silver snorted, holding Shadow firmly so he couldn’t shy away from his grasp and kisses. He was currently turning his head and pushing slightly with his own body, lifting his shoulders and curling in a poorly made attempt to protect himself. Hands covered in thick gloves and that funny smelling thing laid unmoving in the crystal bowl, twitching with laughter and repressed need to shove. — Stay quiet! C’mon Shadow, let me love you! Accept my love~!

Silver kept giggling and doing obnoxious kissing sounds as he left “loving smooches” and tickling touches on every bit of Shadow he could reach, ignoring how he kept muttering continuous demands for him to stop.

Because, yes, Shadow wasn’t pleading nor begging, and he certainly wasn’t laughing with his boyfriend; No. he was firmly demanding him to leave him alone and to fucking stop tickling him. It was just that he was being ignored and. Well. Maybe he wasn’t fighting that hardly... Shadow was going to find a way to send his retribution to Silver in the moment the younger expected it the least, either way.

[He is in denial don’t believe him, LMAO.]

It must… it must have been planned beforehand. Shadow couldn’t push Silver away without making a mess that then he was going to have to clean, not to mention the additional problem of washing Silvers furs clean of flour, nor could he move brusquely without damaging the bowl. It was… it was…

«Oh my chaos why do you do this to meeeeeeeeeeee! » He whined while mentally squirming. «This is so fucking unfair. Why? WHY? Oh hell don’t touch there! I hate this. I freaking hate this. Oh, but WHY you can touch me but I can’t? That is not the point. FUCK! »

—You really are ticklish here, uh? I can say you want to laugh. Why don’t you? C´mon, give me a smile!

—I’m going to give you a kick, how does that sounds?! — Shadow managed to squeeze out a threat that was met only with more laughs.

«And this, you mother fucker, is why we can’t want nice things. There is an actual risk of them becoming true, and then we will fucking panic because we don’t know that to do. Did you want kisses? There are your cursed kisses, you whiny! And you can’t kiss back nor pet or…or… Fuck this shit. »

Shadows dignity funeral was going to be in three days. There wasn’t much to bury anymore, but still, it was a nice touch to have. It had lasted as long as it had been able to… Poor thing. It gave its best.

—But Shadoooooow. — Silver whined teasingly. That little shit. He really is spending too much time around Sonic. —I really like your smile. I want to see you. Please? Smile for me, just a bit! Or else… Mh…I’m going to tickle you seriously this time! No more kisses play for you!

Yas.

Too much of a bad influence.

He huffed, looking down at his hands with a frown. — I was doing something, you know?

—I knoow, but, Shadow, Just a little smile won’t take long. Pretty please~?

Sighing in a defeated manner, the flushed ebony looked at his right, meeting gaze with Silver who sported, as well, a very clear and rather strong blush that could challenge Shadows own.  

—Hello there~ — Silver sung, almost in a chirping way that never failed in making Shadow woozy. Goddamn it. He really was awful at this shit. He gently, almost by reflex, lifted his head just a tad trying to make it not that noticeable, and glared. Because fuck you.  

Silver was expecting this, though, and couldn’t help but beaming wider. The thing was, that once you knew what to look for it sometimes was very easy to read Shadows corporal language! This one? It was Shadows non-spoken signal of “Fuck, I want to kiss you bad but hell if I will.” His ears shifted softly in Silvers direction, as if paying close attention. He would look straight at his eyes, never at his lips, like if he were assessing something. (Maybe he was, though.) The tension on his shoulders, that seemed to relax then tense up once again, the tiny quiver on his bottom lip, how he would delicately bite them, and lift his chin, as if saying “Look at them!”

It was so subtle, so quick and small you actually missed it most of the time, or hell, just took it as him being bratty or acting in defiance. But Silver was paying close attention. And so, he cupped Shadows cheek, rubbing with his thumb his cheekbone in a loving manner and tilting his head upwards a bit more before diving in for a kiss that Shadow gladly gave.

[crue6xx]

I don't mind (pt.1)?

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Type:Fluffy

Pairing:Mick×Reader

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You obviously had a crush on Mick the first time you say him, but you didnt think he was the romantic type, more reserved and quiet.

Being the groups "helper" for a whole 3 weeks was sure gonna be a ride, but yiu knew "helper" just ment tagging along doing whatever is helping them, but it was kind of fun although you expected to go with some other band, you loved Motley crue so this made your day--no year.

You acted as a shield for them and loved it, but things starting tossing over to a crush that may have gone right for once "nothing wrong with testing the water" you friend Stacy always says.

Stacy of all your friends pushes you with her quote to ask Mick out you know "test the water" but it's a job not a matchmaking ride.

No matter how much you liked him you wouldn't and you couldn't, that was your promise.

But there were there where times were Mick was irresistible and cute, and you just couldn't stop.

Make constantly sat with his legs open as he just sat there looking at quite nothing off into space thinking about things that probably know when there was thinking about, you got some of the ideas Mick talked about his conspiracies thoughts on reality and such like that.

After a show Mick asked you for a water bottle you ran to vending machine to grab one for him real quick, you walked into his room he was about to walk out you going straight into him while rushing in and tumbled on top of him on the ground he just kind of laid there and did nothing you obviously imagine this happen differently.

You got up as Mick did gave him the water bottle and asked if he was all right Mick said yes but he had a sparkle in his eye had a sparkle in his eye "you mind staying" Mick calmly said taking a seat on the couch and opening a water bottle taking a sip, you aren't used to being asked by people to hang out specially Mick Mars from Motley Crue, even the fact that Mick Mars was asking you because he doesn't usually ask peille, but you took the offer because you liked him.

You sat next to him for some reason Mick had his hand wrapped around your shoulder obviously you didn't mind, he was sipping his water has he talked about how he's actually generally a funny person and how he loves doing practical jokes on the band, you were a bit surprised cuz he seemed so introverted which he mostly was.

Mick soon stop sipping is water, he leaned towards you you back your head noticing he was putting his water bottle table as he leaned back up to position himself again it looked as if he was trying to kiss you which in fact he was, he pressed his lips against yours and I held your cheek you knew he intended to kiss you.

Turn into a make-out session that lasted for a good minute and the kiss broke Mick calmly said "wow I disnt expect that"

" wait what....I thought you wanted to"

" honestly I don't mind" Mick said moving some hair out your face, make went back to kissing you and made his way to your neck and whispered into your ear " I hope you don't mind I don't think you have the entire time"

Your hair on your neck stood one because you was kissing you and two because you knew exactly what he was talking about, you knew he was talking about the fact that every time he did something flirtatious on "accident" you would look over at him dazed almost drooling.

" how long" Mick Whispering into your ear as he had his hand running down your chest

" since I started here" you said returning the compliment by pressing Micks chest down and climbing on top of him and kissing him until a pound at his dresser door disrupted both of you "HEY WE ARE PACKING UP COME ON MICK", you climbed off of Mick wiping your lips and set on the couch asthma got up and open the door and told doc that he was busy and would most likely stay the night in his dressing room and meet the boys at the hotel tomorrow oh, you noticed he said it all while looking back at you every once in awhile winking and smirking until he close the door, and got back to where you left off.

[king-yuggy]

I’m a slut for Park Jinyoung

Warning: smutty fluffy morning sex typa situation thing

I dont really wanna tag this as fluff but...after rereading it there is so much fluff my soft heart hurts

Can you imagine just

- waking up to his little face in the morning his cheeks all swollen n shit

- his little beard hairs all cute adorning his little chin

- and then you like blow air on his face and it just scrunches up and he groans and makes fun of your morning breath

- but he also doesnt care about your morning breath so he proceeds to kiss you

- and then he asks if you want to make breakfast together and you say yes little do you know he wasnt talking about food

- you didnt notice before but he was hard as fuck bc he was dreaming about you

- so now you got his hard dick rubbing against your leg and youre getting all worked up bc hes all groggy and pouty which is a turn on bc who doesnt like a sleepy baby boy

- so you suck him off and hes all whimpering and moaning your name with his fingers tangled in your cURLS WHICH YOU PUT IN A PINEAPPLE LAST NIGHT BC YOU WERE TOO TIRED TO WRAP YOUR HAIR BC YOU HAD HARD CORE SEX THE NIGHT BEFORE TOO BC SORRY BUT IM BLACK AND THIS POST IS FOR ME BITCHES PULL MY CURLS DADDY FUCK  (insert word “hair” here for non curly girls)

- and after you suck him off he pulls you up to kiss him bc he aint one of those bitch ass guys that wont kiss you after they cum in your fuckin mouth

- but now hes fully awake so he flips you over and starts working on his morning meal

- the mans tONGUE HAVE YALL SEEN PARK JINYOUNGS LENTH BITCH IM MOOOOOOIST

- this mans tongue is as long as his dick

- dick who? all you need is jinyoungs mouth.

- he literally has you crying from how good he makes you feel

- literal fuckign tears bro your thighs gripping his face bc you just cant handle cumming again but he wants you to bc he loves the way you scream his name each time

- bitch literally has you sCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

- HE DONT CARE WHO THE HELL HEARS BITCH YOURE HIS

- POOR OTHER MEMBERS HAVE TO BE HEARING YALL N SHIT WHEN YOU HAVE LIL QUICKIES BC HE LOVES THAT SHIT

- he makes you cum twice more once youre already screaming for him to stop (but he knows youre not serious bc he knows youre “into overstimulation baby”)

- when hes done with you he moans against your clit and sends chills through your body

- he loves you

- he loves what he can do to your body

- he is literally so in love with you fUCK

- he just wants to kiss and cuddle after that and not leave bed

- though maybe he just wants to stay in bed bc he wants to fuck you cuz his dick is hard again but he knows he went a little too far with the pussi eatin so he wants you to rest a little

- “so you actually hungry oooooor”

- “cuz i could whip up some food real quick uuuuuuh”

- your bitch ass already knocked out again

- why does he make you feel so good?

- like you literally feel so safe and loved when youre with him

- his heart is nutting bc he loves the way you look when you sleep

- like what the hell did he do to deserve you

- youre so fucking beautiful and amazing and he’ll never let your forget that

- but yuh dumb ass hair out here tangling n shit and he dont want you to complain about it later so he wraps it for you and makes sure he doesnt wake you up

- fucking relationship goals he loves the way you mumble in your sleep as he ties your wrap in the front

- why the hell are you so cute

- you rly got his dick hard from just being a cute lil bitch

- his muhfuckin baby girl

- like deadass how would he live without you

- he literally does not remember life before you

- bitch kisses your forehead and his heart explodes bc you still give him butterflies

- im a slut for boyfriend park jinyoung

Note: I just woke up and im in love 

[harryff]

Fluffy

Im Feeling very fluffy today so here goes.And i just thought of an unsure Harold

Harry rolled off you catching his breath “S so good pet” he said pulling you into his arms

“Yea” you respond with a loving sigh.

You lay still waiting for him to sleep so you could roll over. Truth be told you were getting tired of the lack of emotion that had now become your relationship with Harry. The sex was great but that’s it. There was nothing else you could really said you enjoyed but the lifestyle he provided, which was useless because you were alone a lot of the time. So you decided that it was best to pull away and hope that he could find another woman who would play this role being his sub/friends with benefits.

The first was to pull away sexually and Harry had a high sex drive. There were days you would have sex three times a day, multiple days during the week.

“Dinner was great Y/N” he said smiling at you as you cleaned

“Yea thanks” you said cleaning the rest of the dishes in his penthouse

“ ‘M ready for dessert” he said kissing your neck and pulling you close

You spun around “not today Harry” you said softly fixing his collar

“Why?” He blurted out. He didn’t like to be told no

“Uh just don’t feel good” you explained

He gave you a look before nodding You sighed in relief when he walked away. You’re ‘not feeling well’ turned to you having your period which helped. You hated the fact that he knew when your cycle was on and off so the day it got off he was on you like a ravaged dog and it took all of you to decline his offer. When the next week rolled around and you declined his advances he opted to let you initiate. You had your quirky ways kneeling in front of him, biting your lip while staring at his, lingerie, sleeping naked but when that didn’t come in the days following he got worried.

He then started to recall all of your movements and he realized your affection had gone no more cuddling, no more neck kisses, or scalp caresses, you started to do this grabbing thing where you would grab at his arms like his grandmother would, your hugs were empty and half hearted. You were spending a lot more time at your apartment than you were with him.

But last night you had spent time with him and were gone by mid morning he had left to deal with emergency work situation. Being the CEO of his record label meant he had to drop everything at a drop of a dime. When he returned in the afternoon his heart sank when he found you gone. He checked his phone for any new messages to find none.

He wanted to surprise you with his new haircut. He had debated on it by himself for weeks and he was hoping you would be the first one to see it.

He sat on your side of the bed and  noticed a flyer halfway under the bed. He picked it up and examined it. It was a ballroom show at a studio for today  that was starting at 5pm and he wondered if that’s where you had gone.

He quickly got dressed in all black outfit and his weird cowboy boots as you called it and headed to the studio he arrived an hour early and noticed that it was an intimate show it looked like family and friends were there.

“Hi are you here for our first show?” the young girl asked him

“Yea is Y/N here?” he asked

“Yea! I can go get her” the girl turned towards the back

“No no i can sit and watch”

“Are you sure?” she asked eager to impress

“Yes just don’ tell her ‘m here”

“Oh yea no problem. It will be $20”

“Oh yea here” he said pulling out his wallet

“Thanks seat anywhere”

He looked around and saw people with flowers and gifts he darted out to get you a bouquet.

When he arrived he sat in the back corner hiding from you.

As the show went a long, he watched amazed by how you moved, jealous that your partner was holding you in ways you had denied him for the past couple of weeks. After the show you stood socializing with guests and fellow dancers you were completely oblivious of his presence. Harry made his way to you and lightly touched your lower back you spun around and your eyes lit up.

“Youre here”  is all you could think to say

“ ‘M here… these are for yeh” he handed you the bouquet

“Thank you Harry” you smiled looking up at him

“Yeh looked amazing” his eyes piercing into you

“Thanks” you felt shy, “howd you find out?”

“Flyer on the floor” he shrugged

“Oh”

“Y/N who’s this?” Maja asked

“This is harry my uh…”

“Boyfriend” he answered reaching past you to shake their hands

“Oh wow she’s been keeping you a secret” Beth an older woman  teased

“Has she now?” he gave you a smirk looking over his shoulder

You playfully rolled your eyes

“You’re handsome!” Laura another older woman commented

He smiled“Thank yeh”  

“Just absolutely gorgeous do you have a brother?” Maja asked

He smiled and nodded

“You guys are we having dinner?” Charles asked walking up to the circle

“Yes!” Beth answered

“I can take you all” he offered  standing by your side “GIA’s” he suggested

“Yes i love that place!” Maja stated

“Ok i will wait as you change”

You walked away and got dressed in your long sweater and tights. Harry sat playing on his phone.

“You cut your hair” you mentioned as you walked up to him

“I cut my hair”

“I like it” you said finally taking it all in

“Do yeh?”  he questioned standing up

“You look good in anything Harold….. I’m not really dressed for GIA’s” you pointed out your outfit flaws

“Nonsense i told them ‘m on m’way ‘nd my guests just got through with a show to disregard their dress policy”

You smiled “wow the ‘Harry Styles’!”

He smiled and gave you an admiring gaze “you look beautiful”

“Thank you” you blushed and waited for the group

An hour later you all sit at GIA’s waiting for your food. Harry had purposely pulled you close to him your thighs were touching.

“So how long have you two been together?” Laura asks

“Lmost a year” he answered

“Nice!”

“Where’s the ring?”Beth asks

“Soon” he smiled as he looked at you “didn’ know yeh danced”

“Really Y/N has been dancing for years”  Beth comments

“How come you didnt tell him Y/N?” Maja  inquires

“Yea why didn’yeh tell me pet?” he asks

Your next words and actions feel like a knife through his heart.

You pulled your hand away from his grip “you never asked” you speak softly. He looked confused but soon resumed his stoic feature.

“Really does he need to ask?” Maja said confused

“No he doesn't” you smile no one around that table knew the game you two played neither did they know you two weren’t really in a relationship at least not to you anyway. “I just dont know didnt think he would be interested” you look at him and although his gaze is featureless you can tell in his eyes he is hurt

“‘M interested in everythin’ tha’ concerns yeh” he speaks softly and you’re stunned because for once you know he isn’t just saying it just to appease you or your friends. He places his hand on your lap for you to grab once more you look down at it then back at him. He isnt saying anything but he is pleading with his eyes. So you grab it and wrap it around your two small hands.

“You two are cute i like him Y/N” Beth snaps both out of your thoughts

You smile and look at Harry “yea he’s cute i guess”

He chuckles and drinks his wine.

After dinner you end up at his penthouse the ride there was deathly quiet. You didn’t know if this was a cruel joke that Harry was playing because he is known for doing that for just joking around with no care of how it made you feel.

“Thanks” you said as he let you in

“Yea” he said taking his shoes off

He walked to the kitchen and pulled out two glasses of wine and set them on the counter “so do yeh really like my hair?”

“Yea!” you say walking in a little

“I cut it cuz i thought i need to look like a CEO not a teenager”

“You didn’t look like one before”

He chuckled and pulled out the bottle of wine

“So i’m gonna go back to my apartment” you speak nervously immediately dropping your gaze to your feet

He looked at you confused “why?”

“I just need to check on a few things”

“You’re gonna come back?” he asks circling the counter and leaning on it crossing his arms

Your head shoots up “Yea!”

“Tonight?”

“……Yes” you said unsure of your answer

He walked over to you “what did i do?” he asks the question he has been dreading to ask

“What nothing?!” Which was the truth he hadn’t you just wanted something more

“Then why does it feel like you’re leaving me?” he whispered his grip on your waist was tight

“I’m not leaving i just need to check on things” you look up into his eyes

“Then ’m coming too”

“Harry i’m not leaving you by the time i get there it will be late and i will want to sleep” you argue “Then i will share your bed with yeh” he insists bending to put on his shoes

“Harry” you sigh pulling him up  “you stay here i’m gonna go”

“Don’t go” he pleads

“I’m not leaving you, you complain about my old rickety bed anyway” you joke trying to lighten up his mood. You hug him and you start doing it again that grabbing thing and you smile kissing his cheek

His head hangs low he knows he’s done something but he doesn’t know what and you won’t let him fix it

“I’ll text you when i get there ok?”

He nodded

When he continues to stand there looking like a sad puppy you offer words of encouragement “I…I’m not leaving you” you were going to say you promise but you didn’t want to keep a promise you were unsure of at the moment.

He gave you a half smile and watched you walk away.

The next week you did not return to his penthouse you made up an excuse of being busy which you were but you were also not trying to get sucked into thinking he actually cared. You wanted something tangible and if he couldn’t give you that he needed to move on and let you be. Harry on the other hand was in agony it’s not like he didn’t know where you lived not like he couldn’t pop up at your job but things felt different and he knew that him trying to dominate you would no longer work and he found himself asking permission just to see you. He found himself being restless at night and scrolling through your pictures together to calm down. It was as if you broke up with him.But you were making him vulnerable which he didn’t like at all he hated being vulnerable.

You woke up to someone banging on your door in the middle of the night. You looked at your phone and 1:17am displayed across it. You grabbed your bat preparing for anything but when you looked through the peephole you saw Harry his head was hanging low. By the time you got to the door he had given up hope.

You opened the door quickly “Harry?’

He looked up at you his lips were trembling

“Why are you…come in!” you said pulling him in it was freezing in Chicago

When you closed the door and turned to face him he was still looking at his feet

“Harry whats wrong?”

“Haven’ felt your touch in a month” he starts

“What don’t be silly i have touched you” you stood back the cold was oozing from him making you cold

He shook his head “Not like you mean it not like i mean something to you”

You sigh “Harry why”

“Said yeh weren’ leavin’”

“I didn’t!”

“Please” he steps towards you “i just need to feel your touch”

You go to do that grabbing thing again

“Like you mean it Y/N”

“I do”

“No not like that…” He looks down “like that it feels yeh don’ care” it was breaking your heart

“Ok” you say looking all over him to assess the situation. You unbutton his coat and push  it off. His hands are in fists grabbing his keys and phone you literally have to pry them away from his grip.”You didn’t go home?” you ask when you notice he still has his suit on. His brows furrow he isn’t concentrating on your words just your actions. He knows your actions will speak louder than your words that’s how it always with you. You remove his suit coat and it falls to the ground.

“Harry i don’t….” you still don’t know what he means\

He steps closer “please” He’s so close you can smell his minty breath. His breathing is rapid and uneven.You nod and grab his hands bring them to your mouth and blow on them so that the air can defrost them. His grips loosen and you wrap his hands around you he doesn’t realize your hand has unbuttoned his shirt because you were busy caressing his face. He gasps when he feels your warm hand on his chest you kiss it a few times before laying your head on it and hold him tight. You feel him wrap his hands around you.

“Im not going anywhere”  you say as his breathing calms down. “Its ok relax Harry” you coax him into calming down. You look up at him and his eyes are fierce they are bright

He clears his throat “ You’re my life. ‘M all yours to love ‘nd to hold…I…I…I love yeh…please don’ leave me” he searches your eyes for confirmation that you aren’t going anywhere

You’re taken aback “I love you too” Harry you whisper back

He leans down and kisses your lips you whimper because he is so cold. He pulls away.

“It’s ok you’re just freezing” you step away and pull him towards the bathroom because you don’t know a faster way to warm him up. After you shower he cuddles into you. In the middle of the night you wake up to his phone ringing when you return to the bed he was tossing and turning he abruptly turned to look over his shoulder to see if you’re there.

“I’m here” you whisper wrapping your arm around him as he turns back on his side making you the big spoon you kiss his temple “I love you” you whisper as you notice his face relax into the pillow. In the morning he wakes up and turns to face you. You were awake but he was asleep still fighting against it. He slowly opened his eyes as you played with his fingers

“Hey” he rasped gently opening his eyes as they readjust to the light in the room

“Hi” you smiled at him

“You’re awake” he frowned

“I was going to work but there was a snow storm I’m not going”

He looked outside and noticed the tree outside your window was covered with snow.

“Snow storm” he repeats

“Yes”

He groaned and got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom

“Why’s it so hot?” he complained when he got back in bed

“Because Hazza you hog the covers” you explain

“Hazza?” he raises his brow

“Yes”

He smiled “i do not”

“You do too so i had to take defensive measurements”

“Can yeh turn it down” he asks laying down

“I did i got hot too” you smile

He cuddles next to your neck on your collar bone “smell amazing”

“Are you ok?” you ask feeling him relax into you and  now that you can process things

“Meant what i said last night. You’re my life don’ leave me please” he says holding you tight

“I won’t i promise.” You promise because this feels different for him to profess his love to you and make himself vulnerable is not something he does at all. He kisses your inner wrist as as you caress his temple. You sit up abruptly causing his head to plop on the bed “are your toes ok?” You ask yanking the covers away from him

He erupts in laughter

“Seriously?“ you ask pressing down on each making sure each has blood return

“Stop ticklish” he says pulling his feet away as he pulls you back

You giggle and lay back down “i just need to make sure ok? because who walks four blocks in the freezing cold to get to where they need to get after the weather man advised everyone that the wind chill was dangerous and staying in doors was better”

He chuckled “i missed yeh” he said wrapping his arms around you inhaling your scent “Don’t do that thing Styles” you tease

“What thing?” he asks positioning his head in a comfortable spot for him

“That cute thing”

“Sooo yeh think ‘m cute?” he challenges

“Maybe? maybe you’re adorable”  you smile and kiss his temple.

The next weekend is his Christmas office party where he invited everyone and you had promised to be there but you ended up being his event planner since he made the decision to invite them to his penthouse. You were at the tailor with him while he stressed about every inch of his suit that morning. You leaned by the door frame and smiled

“Take in a little Sean” he spoke as the tailor bent over at his feet

“Yes sir”

He didn’t notice when you walked over to him as he stood.

“Great!” he smiled liking the length

“My tie” he spoke  

“May I?” you ask Sean reaching for the tie

"Yes Madam” he says stepping back

You grab it and tie into an Eldredge knot. “Relax” you speak he frowns and looks at you

“The board of directors are coming I can’ this means another year being CEO or not”

“Well you can become a board member and be more powerful” you wink “Do you like it?” you ask stepping behind him

His brows furrows and he looks at it fidgeting with it

“I think…“ you start to undo it "you don’t need a tie it’s a party not a board meeting” you say pulling it off

“Y/N!… give me”

“No tie” you speak calmly “you need to be relatable putting on a tie makes you seem uptight”

He huffs

“Trust me” you sing

He frowns before concentrating on his suit. You smile and place the tie back

In his penthouse you do everything to keep him in the bedroom as he is beginning to panic

“Calm down Harold!” you say making him sit

He glares at you “Harry”   “Harry” you smile and kiss him “its ok your staff will love you!”

“ ‘M not a loveable person” he grumbles

“You are i love you and we are complete opposites!” you stick your tongue out at him

He chuckles

“It’s not ready yet so you can’t go…” you hear a plate falling and breaking

He jumped up “Bloody!” “No I’ll do it you just get ready you know it takes you a long time” you push him into the bathroom. After minutes you hear his feet thumping towards the kitchen

“Nope!” you say pushing him back

He giggles “come on i need to see how it looks”

“It looks great! I promise! did you shower?” you ask noticing his naked body with a towel wrapped around

“Yea” he said in an obvious tone

“Get dressed.” you order An hour passes you let him see how his home is decorated

“Wow” he says looking around “amazing” he says turning back to look at you

“Cute right?”

He nods

“This is Mr.Styles this party means a lot to him so lets try to be our best right?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Thank you” Harry nods at them

The door bell rang indicating his guest were beginning to arrive

“I need to get ready mingle” you said before you unbuttoned the top button on his shirt he frowned at you "be relatable” you coaxed walking away. It took you longer than you wanted to get ready you wore a shimmery emerald green dress it complimented your tan skin and dark hair.

When you walked out his home was full with people you knew Harry wasn’t going to see you so you hang around the kitchen eating all the hors d'oeuvres as the waiters walked them around. You heard the doorbell ring above the loud music and you rushed towards the door

“I got it don’t worry about.” You chased away the waiter “HI WELCOME! Would you like me to take your coats?” you grabbed their coats they thanked you “…Yea no problem!” “…. Thank you” you said taking the wine bottle “Wow Mr.Styles is living it up!” they commented walking into his home

You giggle and put the coat away as soon as you get ready to walk away the doorbell rings again “HI WELCOME! Thank you!  Would you like me to take your coat?” Harry heard you that time and slowly made his was towards you.

“Mr. Styles Beautiful home”

“Thank you” he said bowing towards them

“Hey” you said smiling at him

“Come on” he said reaching out his hand for her to grab. He pulled you in and gave you a kiss. “Yeh look stunning!”

“You look tense!” you teased rubbing his chest  

“Yeh left me with the vultures!” he joked pulling you towards his board members “Gentlemen” he said interrupting “i want yeh to meet Y/N”

“Hi” you greet them “so nice to meet you! Do you need anything we have a full bar?…. This is a christmas party you shouldn’t be discuss stocks!” They chuckled “Mingle make people like you” she whispered before dashing off.They all laughed at her antics

“Shes spunky love her already!” one of them commented  

From across the room you spotted his mother and Gemma talking to his friends

“Hi how are you?” you greeted them

“Oh hi!” his mother Anne smiled at you  

“Hi you guys look amazing!” you compliment

“Thank yeh!” Gemma responded  

You smiled “can i get you anything?”

“No but yeh can tell me how yeh know my son? i’ve seen your picture before”

“Yea he’s been recently showing us your pictures are you his girlfriend?” Gemma asks

“Uh….” you blush and look at him he looks concerned his eyes are on you “Yes i am”

“How long have yeh two been together?” his father asks

“A year?” you answer unsure

“A year!” Anne exclaims

“Or maybe less” you fib

“Oh wow first girlfriend ever to attend these things” Anne smiles

“Yeh make him happy we can tell” Gemma comments

“Oh i dont do much” you blush

“Thats why we like yeh!” his father raises his glass at you  

“Now tell me where did yeh get that dress?” Anne asked pulling you in

“Oh thank you! My friend is a seamstress so she made it”  

You chat with his family for awhile before you step away and work the room it’s clear that you were needed to give the room a calm vibe you charmed those around you which made them endear him more.

“Yea he is a great guy extremely talented.” you compliment Harry

“Excuse me may i borrow her?” Harry interrupted as you were talking to a group of men who were eyeing you like hawk. They nodded backing away “Come with me please” he said guiding you with his hand behind your back

You heard a glass fall and instead of following Harry you follow the sound

“No no no don’t pick it up get another one!” you say rushing towards the distraught woman. “It’s fine i promise get another glass!” you grab a napkin and place it over the mess

She smiles at you with sad eyes and walks away. The caterers rush to you and start cleaning up the broken glass

“Oh hey” you say looking up at Harry

“They got it pet come on” he said tilting his head  

“Oh” you say standing up and you grab his hand where are we going you ask as he pulls you towards his room. He goes to open the door but it’s locked he looks at you and grins

“What you told me to lock it!” you say as he types in the code

He lets you walk in first as he makes sure no one is paying attention to you two.

“Yes Hazza whats up?”

He makes his way towards you he is nervous it’s been so long he feels like you might reject him

“Whats wrong?” you ask caressing his cheek noticing his internal turmoil

“May i have yeh?” he asks, he pulls you in closer “really need yeh right now…”

“You have me" you say leaning up for a kiss

He shakes his head “not like that pet” he says making you walk back towards the bed “yeh look beautiful”

“Harry”

His devious smirks appears

You smile  “We.can.not”  you whisper

“Why not?” he whispers back “I just want a taste”

“They’ll be glitter all over you” you countered while he made you sit on the bed

“ ‘S not my fault yeh look ravishing in that dress!” he says dropping on his knees

Because of the ongoing party outside you were reluctant but you missed the intimacy you shared with Harry. So you didn’t stop him when he reached up and pulled off your panties and pulled you close to him. He plants kisses from your ankle and trails up to your thigh “spread ‘em darling” he speaks softly “just the way i like it” you open your legs and place one behind his back as he hooks his arm around the other. He knew he had to work quickly because you two had about a 10 minute window before people noticed. He had you reaching your peak in 5 minutes your legs trembling screaming into the pillow. You held onto the pillow feeling him crawl up planting kisses

He yanks the pillow away “Let me see” he smirked leaning down to kiss you

You erupt in laughter against his lips

“What is it?” he asks nuzzling your neck

“Glitter all over you!” it takes you a while to calm down

“Silly goose!” he chuckles

“People are gonna tell” you say trying to wipe it off “It’s in your hair on your face!”

“Don’ care”

“You will! You need to go to the bathroom” he gives you a look and walks to the bathroom as you follow him. He frowns at the image he sees there’s way too much glitter than he expected

“See!” you hunch over laughing “let me try you reach out to him” and he laughs at you

“S not funny” he said trying to take it off

“You said you didnt care!” you laugh

“I care now” he mumbles

“Yea ok let me see babe”

You grab a washcloth and flick them away you continue to laugh “i can’t they are soo many!”

He laughs at you “You’re drunk”

“I am it’s your fault and the damn glitter!” you giggle

“I think that’s good. Yea?” he makes a face that’s his “serious” face

“Yes!” you smile cheekily

“No i don’ like that smile” he frowns

“No i promise” you lean up “kiss?” You say pouting your lips

He plants a kiss and laughs at you “Your fun drunk”

“Hey im fun all the time!”

“Yes yeh are” he says leaning down to kiss you “love yeh” he says looking at you

“Love you too ok we gotta go!” you say hopping off the counter “I need to go first distract people”

And you did and no one really realized your absence.

You thought Harry would have gotten his fix he wouldn’t be so attached but the opposite happened it was like you were his magnet and he somehow always found his way to you

“Aww thank you you’re so sweet”  Harry steps into their line of sight  “Hi” you smile as he blocks mens view of you “you ok?” you ask him smiling brushing your fingers through his hair

He pulls you in close “Move in with me” he states leaning his forehead on yours

“What?” you asked shocked smiling

“Move…”

Before he finishes you see a shimmer and you erupt in laughter “Pppfffft!” You hunch over

“Pet” he says chuckling. You hide your face in his chest laughing. “You’re so giddy”

“I’m sorry” you blow raspberries, fan your face “continue”

“Come’ere” he says pulling you closer

You smile “ok yes” you look up at him

He speaks slowly “Move in with me”

“Are you asking or demanding?”

“Both?” He makes a face

You smile “I’ll think about it”

“What’s there to think about?”

“It takes a lot to get you ready!” you fuss “What?” he smiles “i can get myself ready”

“I know but you have to promise”

“I promise”

“You don’t even know what you’re promising?” you giggle

“I’ll promise yeh the world” he kisses your forehead

“How long do i get to think about it?” you ask “Till tomorrow morning” he answers

“Ok” you shrug and start dancing

The party ends and you stand by the door saying goodbye to your guest

“Thank you for coming! Here is your coat”

Harry and his family watch you from afar

“I like her” Anne comments

“Me too”Gemma chimes in

“She’s good for you” His father states

He smiles and nods

“She’s very sweet girl can handle pressure” Anne states

He smirks

“Thanks for having us it was a blast” Gemma thanks him

He hugs them “I’ll be in europe in 2 weeks”

“Ok see you later”

“Love yeh Hazza” Gemma says walking away

“Love yeh too”  he blows kisses  

You happily hug his family goodbye before making your way to the kitchen and hug the chef like she’s your mom before her and her crew leave.

“Hazza!” you sing taking a bite of bite cakes

“Yeh like calling me that?”

“No i like Harry”

He hugs you from behind “Let’s go to bed pet”

“Oooo are we gonna do the dirty?” you ask dancing back

“Maybe” he says waggling his brows.

The next morning you feel Harry spring out of bed and hear him mumble something about board meeting and you immediately go to grab his arm

“Let go pet have to run” he says pulling his arm away

“Run where?” you fuss

“I have a board meeting” he complains trying to get away from your grip

“It’s sunday” you state

“It’s sunday” he repeats

“Yes!”

“It’s sunday” he repeats again confused by what you mean

“Yes! who has a board meeting on Sunday?”

It finally clicks “it’s sunday” he slumps back in bed

“I gotta pee!” you say rushing out the bed

“Yeh’nd youre unpredictable bladder!” he chuckles

“Hey thats not nice!” you say from the bathroom “Glitter all over the  bloody bed” he fussed trying to get it off   You laugh as you walk back in

“Look at how much cover yeh have i have nothin’! Yeh have everything!”

“Cuz you hog it so i have to burrito myself in” you argued

“Burrito yourself in?”

“Yes!” you stress getting in bed and giggling

He waited for you to snuggle in with him often tickling you

“Stooop” you complained starting a giggling fit

You felt his body relax and pull you in close

“Soooo…” you began

“Soooo?”

“Soooo i guess im moving in? Which is weird cuz technically i had moved in your asking me to get rid of my apartment?”

“…Yes?” he didnt know you looked at it that way

“Ok” you shrug

“Really?!”   “Yea!”

He moved and hovered over you “so i guess the next phase is making yeh my wife”

You blushed “what?”

“I want yeh to be Mrs.Styles, my everythin’” he said before kissing you.

[primadonnatartuffe]

RYAN: *it's time to face the music... she said she'd talk to russet later, so here she is, later, dropping in at russet's place unannounced. maybe because she hopes she'll miss her to avoid doing this just a LITTLE bit longer... but ultimately she does want to, she's just scared. taking in a deep breath, she knocks on her sister's door.*

RUSSET: *No such luck Ryan, she happened to be home in her small little town house on her day off. She had been sipping tea and looking over her outline plan suggestions for the next Odimist fund raiser when she heard the knocking at her door. Mmm, it could be a few people really, but Russet had a bit of a hunch as she gets up from her table and goes to open the door.*

RUSSET: Oh hey =8I *She looks Ryan up and down.*

RYAN: hellooo... *says a little meekly and sheepishly* you busy?

RUSSET: Not really *She hesitates a moment before stepping aside.*

RUSSET: You wanna come in?

RYAN: yeah. *nods before she slowly starts to amble inside, looking around at the interior with interest and awe. russet must be doing well for herself...*

RYAN: i just wanted to... you know.

RYAN: follow up on what i said id do.

RYAN: and talk about... everything?

RUSSET: *Her etsy shop does do well to help fill out her bank account after her usual paychecks. Who knew so many people would want fridge cozies? The main room is rather minimalistic in design style, but just so you know her bathroom is space/galaxy themed.* Mm. Thats cool.

RUSSET: *Shuts the door behind the both of them.* I can reheat tea if you want any.

RYAN: yeah okay i could go for some tea i guess. *despite feeling antsy, she plops herself down on a couch or chair just so she's not standing around.*

RYAN: ... i like your place.

RUSSET: Thanks. *The couch is covered with pink and gray colored thick cableknit blankets, very soft and comfy. Russet briefly vanishes into the next room and a few minutes later she returns with two mugs, one being hers reheated, and another fresh cup for Ryan.*

RUSSET: *She wordlessly sets the mug in front of Ryan and then takes her on seat on the soft swivil chair to the right.*

RYAN: *by the time russet comes back, ryan is completely consumed by this fluffy cozy couch. but she can still reach out to grab her drink.* thaaanks...

RYAN: ...

RYAN: im not... super sure where to... start...

RUSSET: *She sighs over the top of her mug.* I guess I can start. Probably should say sorry for how I was being at the party. Wasn't really the place to hash this out anyways.

RYAN: *shrugs* i mean... its not unwarranted.

RYAN: i know it had to suck seeing me there before anything else.

RYAN: like not to throw a pity party for myself or nothing but i was just really stressed out about coming back.

RYAN: i thought if i just showed up at shindig itd be easier somehow? i guess i didnt expect to see you and finn AND jack all at the same time. the only thing that woulda made it more overwhelming was if dorian was there too. *wilts thinking about dorian... she really made an ass out of herself around him ages ago, and now he's nowhere to be found.*

RUSSET: *She too droops her shoulders at the mentions of Dorian. Why is their whole family troubled with disapearences?* Yeah well. You probably could have thought that through better yeah.

RUSSET: *Sips tea.* ...You said you're staying with dad?

RYAN: *nods slowly* yeah... i dont really know where else to go.

RUSSET: Im sure hes happy to have you around.

RYAN: ... i think hes still pissed at me. *sips also and keeps her mug close to her chest*

RUSSET: Well duh. A lot of people are gonna' be pissed. But even if he's mad hes got to be happy you're back home and safe and not gone with the wind.

RUSSET: Unless you plan to run away again. Not sure how well that might go over. *Sips at her.*

RYAN: *stares down at her mug* no...

RYAN: theres no point in me trying to leave again.

RYAN: there was no point to begin with.

RYAN: it was stupid...

RUSSET: Yeah. It was.

RUSSET: But you still did it.

RYAN: ... im sorry.

RUSSET: *She looks down into her cup, pulling her legs up into the chair with her so she can sit cross legged, and goes silent for several moments.* .............

RUSSET: Why did you do it?

RUSSET: Why did you run away again?

RYAN: i dont know i-- *draws in a sharp breath*

RYAN: it was so long ago now i barely even remember what was going through my head.

RYAN: of course i might remember it better if i hadnt completely fucking fried my brain lmao.

RYAN: *huffs another sigh* i just know i was like... overwhelmed...

RYAN: between jack and me... and with all my bullshit.

RYAN: i just know i wanted to hide from it.

RUSSET: *She listens, and tries to find ways to sympathize with Ryan. Her little sister did have a few problems, and Russet could wrap her mind around feeling overwhelmed by stuff, but running away for years? That was too much.*

RUSSET: You know there are other ways you could have handled it. Without ditching all of us.

RYAN: *eyes start watering. no... she's wearing mascara, she can't have this.* i know that... i know that /now./

RUSSET: *heavens not the mascara. See this is why Russet likes her circle shades, they do well to hide too much emotion.*

RUSSET: I guess at least you learned that much. *Produces a napkin and holds it out to Ryan.*

RYAN: *takes it* ... yeah. *she learned plenty more than that, but she doesn't want to make it seem like she's fishing for sympathy. she doesn't deserve that. she just tries to think of ways to update russet without it coming off that way.*

RYAN: i got into a lot of shit.

RYAN: i made a lot of mistakes.

RYAN: i had to go to rehab. *shrugs*

RYAN: thats why i came back.

RUSSET: Wait... What?? *Sits up more in her chair, frowning pretty harshly.*

RUSSET: Rehab?

RYAN: ... yeah. *dabs at her eyes with the napkin* i got really fucked up and this girl i was seeing made me go.

RYAN: and then she you know broke up with me.

RYAN: but again i dont blame her.

RUSSET: Thats...

RUSSET: Mm. Wow. Sorry I'm trying to like.

RUSSET: Form the right words to respond to that.

RUSSET: ......Thats rough, Ryan.

RUSSET: *Nailed it.*

RYAN: *shrugs* you dont have to say anything its fine. it is what it is.

RUSSET: Yeaaahhh but its still shitty. I mean, I'm mad at you but still thats difficult to go through.

RUSSET: Does your mom know?

RYAN: *nods slowly* yeah... i told her and dad first.

RUSSET: Thats good. I'm glad you told them.

RYAN: kinda have to tell people. you know... to reconcile and all that?? its all part of the program.

RYAN: but i want to anyway.

RUSSET: Oh. Well thats better then just coming back to complete the program.

RUSSET: .......I'm glad youre back. Even if it doesn't seem like it.

RYAN: *hearing that makes her eyes water more and her voice squeaks a little when she speaks* cool. yeah...

RYAN: im glad im back too.

RYAN: and i really...

RYAN: i really am... really sorry.

RUSSET: *Ryan you better not start crying, gdi. Russet is too much of a bleeding heart for this.* Thanks. I believe it.

RUSSET: I um... I dont know how long I'm going to be mad at you about this. I forgive you but also dont at the same time its really confusing. And its hard not to still feel hurt because until now I didn't have any idea why you ran away, and I didn't get to think about it too much because I felt like I had to pick up the pieces of everyone else, so I'm kind of bitter? *Says it like a question, shes figuring it out as she goes and just holds her mug closer to herself to feed off the warmth.*

RUSSET: I want us to be okay again, eventually. Because I thought we were getting to some sort of level of okay with each other until you ran off.

RYAN: yeah... i know i fucked it all up. *she's crying, she can't stop it now. she's bottled it up too long, and if there's one person she really feels guilty about, it's russet, for all the reasons she just mentioned.*

RYAN: i wanted things to get better... i was just--

RYAN: fuck...

RYAN: im just so sorry. i dont wanna be dumb or petty or awkward anymore.

RYAN: i missed you... i missed you nagging at me and i missed your cute little craft things and all your motherly lil habits.

RYAN: i didnt realize how much i needed people like that in my life to keep me grounded.

RUSSET: *Well heck. Shes turning a little orange now, a combination about Ryan saying all these nice things about her meddling, and then there is the whole choking back emotion because if Ryan is crying shes NOT going to cry. Because if they both start bawling it will never stop she knows it.*

RUSSET: Well shit. =B'I

RYAN: *wheezes out a watery laugh at that response.* i know... damn... really unexpected hearing ryan get all sappy.

RUSSET: *Nods and sniffles just a little.* It is. I think someone might have to pinch me to make sure this is real.

RYAN: would... a hug work?

RUSSET: *She thinks about it and then places her mug on the glass coffee table before opening her arms wide.*

RUSSET: Yes. =B''T

RYAN: *HHH she puts her mug down as well, wiggling out of this couch and then shuffling over to fit into her big sister's arms.*

RUSSET: *Wraps her arms around Ryan and gives her a big squeeze. This hug is pouring in the warmth and love of all the hugs she hasnt been able to give Ryan in years. Enjoy Russet's watery, emotional, bug chirps in your ear because its too much!!.*

RYAN: *the chirps are a comfort and she responds with more soft giggles. she sighs, relaxing into the hug and letting the warmth comfort her and convince her that things might finally start to be alright...*

RYAN: is it okay if i hang out here for a lil while...?

RUSSET: *She nods into Ryan's shoulder.* Mhm. I'm not doing anything today.

RYAN: okay cool cuz im gonna impose like hell for as long as i can get away with it. *pulls away, smiling softly as she flops back onto the couch*

RUSSET: *When she and Ryan part Russet breifly sneaks a finger under her glasses to wipe at her misty eyes.* Fine by me. But you shouldnt stay too long past dark unless you are getting a ride somewhere.

RYAN: *she's gotta dab at her eyes some more too...* yeah okay that can be arranged. *AND SO she gets settled in, drinking tea and catching up on some of the more positive things that have happened.*