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Could you an Interview with a vampire Lestat x fem reader Louis sister. She’s been sick for most of her life but the last illness that took out the rest of their family got to her. Louis tries to ease his sister’s pain while burying his own but it’s hard to. Lestat turns Louis and is curious about what he keeps in the east wing of the mansion. He sees a sleeping beauty and senses death is also watching. The reader wakes and tries to sit up to be polite/ introduce themselves, since they’ve heard from the servants her brother has brought a guest home, but Lestat turns on the charm and tells them to save their strength. Oh Louis it’s not nice to keep secrets🌹
Sleeping Beauty (Lestat de Lioncourt x GN! Reader)
tags: female reader, open-ended, Lestat being himself, dying reader, no specific Lestat in mind
The air in the east wing of the mansion was heavy with the scent of wilting flowers and fading life. Louis moved quietly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, the candle in his hand casting flickering shadows along the walls. He took a deep breath before he opened the door to his sister's room.
She lay on her bed like a fragile porcelain doll, the fever having stolen much of her vitality, leaving only the faintest bloom of life on her pale cheeks. She had always been delicate, sickly since childhood, but this last illness, the one that had claimed the rest of their family, had nearly taken her, too. Louis's heart ached every time he looked at her—his only remaining kin. He clutched her cold hand in his, feeling the fragility of her bones beneath her thin skin.
"Louis." she murmured weakly, her eyes fluttering open. Her voice was barely above a whisper, each breath seeming to cost her more than she had to give. "You've brought someone home, haven't you? I’ve heard the servants talking."
“Yes.” he whispered back, forcing a small, reassuring smile to his lips. “A…guest.”
Outside the room, Lestat had been observing. The subtle hints, the secrecy of the servants, the hushed tones of Louis—all had piqued his curiosity. Louis had been a deliciously melancholic creature, so careful to keep certain doors closed. But this—this was different. The east wing had been carefully avoided, like some forbidden garden Louis did not want him to tread.
Lestat pushed open the door without knocking, his presence a sharp contrast to the soft light and gentle atmosphere of the room. The air seemed to grow colder, and even the dying flickers of candlelight trembled at his arrival.
He tilted his head, his eyes sweeping over the frail figure on the bed. She was a delicate creature, her beauty untouched by the disease that sapped her life away, and yet she was fading. Lestat could almost see Death standing in the corner, an unseen visitor waiting patiently.
Louis turned sharply, his body tense, shielding his sister from Lestat’s gaze. “Leave.” he said, his voice low and strained, like a thread about to snap. But Lestat’s eyes were fixed on her. She was a curiosity, a fragile mortal soul teetering on the brink. And, like a cat with a cornered mouse, Lestat found himself intrigued.
The girl, sensing the tension, tried to push herself up, her limbs weak but her spirit evidently polite. “I’m sorry.” she began, her voice barely a breath. “I didn’t mean to not greet you properly.”
Lestat’s face softened into a smile, a beautiful yet predatory expression that seemed to steal the very air from the room. He moved closer, kneeling beside her bed with a grace that bordered on theatrical. “No need for such formalities, ma chère.” he murmured, his eyes catching hers, his tone dripping with dangerous warmth. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”
He turned his gaze back to Louis, his smile widening with wicked delight. “Oh, Louis. It isn’t nice to keep secrets from me. Especially not such...charming ones.”
Louis’s jaw tightened, his hand trembling slightly as he held his sister’s. “This is none of your concern.”
“Oh, but it is.” His tone was softer now, meant only for their ears.“Because I can smell it—the scent of death lingering so closely here. You’ve kept her hidden away, like sleeping beauty, waiting for a fate you could neither prevent nor accept.”
Lestat’s gaze flickered to the girl, who was watching them both with a calmness that only came from years of suffering. She wasn’t afraid—no, there was something else in her eyes, a quiet acceptance, a resignation to the life she had been given.
“However, I’ll give her the same option I’ve given you.”
Louis felt a surge of panic rise within him, the very idea of his sister becoming like him—cursed with eternal life, forever tied to the darkness—was almost too much to bear. “Lestat, no.” he breathed, his voice trembling. “She doesn’t deserve this. She’s suffered enough.”
But Lestat wasn’t looking at Louis anymore. His attention was fully on the girl, his smile softening, though his eyes held the gleam of someone who saw a rare, precious opportunity. “What do you say, ma chère? Would you like to be free of this suffering? To escape the clutches of death and live beyond the reach of time?”
The room held a stillness that seemed almost alive, each second stretching longer than the last. Lestat watched her intently, his smile never wavering, yet his eyes glimmered with a secret that she couldn’t quite grasp. She was weak, teetering on the edge of life and death, and his words—his promises of a life beyond this one—were both enchanting and terrifying.
“Brother…what does he mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What is he offering me?”
Louis's lips parted, but no sound came out. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to tell her the truth about what he had become—what Lestat was. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more painful than the last. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he also didn’t want her to be lured by Lestat’s honeyed words into a fate she didn’t understand.
Lestat chuckled softly, the sound almost musical. “Oh, Louis, do you see how you torture her with your silence? Your brother is worried, ma chère, but he should not be. What I offer is freedom—from pain, from weakness, from death itself.”
Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “You speak as if…as if you’re some kind of…” She trailed off, uncertain how to finish the thought. “What are you?”
Lestat’s smile widened, his fangs glinting ever so subtly in the dim light. “Ah, now you’re asking the right questions. We are something different. Something eternal. And I am offering you the chance to join us.”
Louis stepped forward, his voice breaking with desperation. “Please, don’t listen to him. You don’t know what he means. You don’t know the cost of his offer.”
She looked between them, her breath shallow, but eyes determined. "I don't want to die, brother."
Louis's face fell, his expression a mix of despair and helplessness. His grip on her hand tightened, his desperation clear in the way his fingers trembled against her skin. “I know.” he whispered, his voice barely holding together. “I know you don’t want to die. But what he’s offering…it’s not life.”
She could feel his fear radiating from him, could see the torment in his eyes, but her own fear of death—a slow, creeping end she had felt drawing closer every day—was stronger. She had lived with the shadow of death her entire life, felt its cold breath on her neck as she lay in bed, too weak to move. She was tired of it. Tired of waiting for the inevitable.
She felt tears well up in her eyes, her heart torn between the brother she loved and the lure of a life free from suffering. She could see the anguish in Louis’s face, the way his soul seemed to cry out in protest. But she could also see the hope, the promise of something more in Lestat’s gaze.
“I want to live.”
Lestat’s smile widened, his expression one of pure, almost childlike delight. “Oh, you will, ma chère. You will.”
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
title: champagne confetti pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 release date: 24.1.2024 23:00/11 PM CEST - 17:00/5 PM EDT
summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?
warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem and m receiving), spanking, implied cum swallowing, creampie, soft yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.
author's note: so, ehm, this story got way outta my hands, it was supposed to be a goddamn rom-com with enemies to lovers trope - i wanted to build around the character trope of Rachel Green from Friends because she is my favourite character of all times, what i wanted to build around was how Rachel was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went in a different direction. Nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this fic and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much. See you on the 24th chummers, love you! 🩵
“I know you took it,” you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.
“Took your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise I did not take anything.” Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.
“Don’t play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boy—” You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.
He sighed, weariness settling over him. “You think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? You’re giving me too much credit, love.” Here he comes.
“I said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.” You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.
“I managed to figure that out. A drink?—” He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.
“I don’t want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,” you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.
“Let’s talk, baby.” He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.
As you moved, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.
You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.
“I need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,” you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.
“Those are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.” Your incredulous glare only intensified.
“Are you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? You’ve just jeopardised everything I’ve worked for, and you’re calling this a wake up call?”
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.
“I can get you a better job.”
You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.
“You can’t get a shit, so give it back to me, and I’ll be on my way,” you requested.
Jungkook’s smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.
“No,” he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.
“What do you mean no?!” you shot back, your voice sharp.
“You were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.”
“What the fuck are you on again?” Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.
You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version won’t get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.
“Alright—” You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.
Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.
“—what do you want?” you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.
“What do I want?” he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.
“Spill it out.” You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.
When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.
“Firstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an “us”. Secondly—” he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.
You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. “I won’t apologise for any shit, now secondly?” You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.
His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.
“I want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cock—”
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After Midnight - (frat boy Niall x reader) - Fic Request
Anonymous request: I love Niall frat boy's fics Who asked this is a queen. Following this line could you do something similar too with the theme 6th member of 1D but they trying to escape to bed from each other at night on the tour bus at night, something cute but smut too
Tags: Smut, fluff
The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound filling the small, dimly lit space as you quietly make your way to the bunk section. The rest of the band is already fast asleep, their soft snores and rustling blankets proof of how tiring the day had been. But your heart races—not from exhaustion, but anticipation.
You reach Niall’s bunk and pull back the curtain just enough to peek inside. He’s already waiting for you, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts over to make room. “Took you long enough,” he teases in a hushed whisper, his Irish accent curling around the words like silk.
Rolling your eyes, you climb in beside him, careful not to make any noise. The space is impossibly small, forcing your bodies close. His arm snakes around your waist immediately, pulling you snug against him. “Missed me?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.
“You saw me twenty minutes ago,” you reply, your voice barely audible as you try to stifle a laugh.
“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you,” he shoots back, his tone equal parts cheeky and sincere.
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes naturally after weeks of sneaking moments like this. His hand lazily traces patterns on your back, and you find yourself relaxing against him, your head resting on his chest.
But it’s not always this easy. Sneaking into his bunk every night has become a careful dance of timing and silence. The other boys aren’t stupid—they’ve noticed how you and Niall seem to disappear at the same time, how you’re both always the last to emerge in the morning.
Louis, especially, has made a game out of trying to catch you. Just last week, he’d pretended to sleepwalk, yanking back random curtains in the middle of the night, claiming he was “looking for snacks.” You’d barely had time to duck under Niall’s blanket, and his hand had clamped over your mouth to stifle your giggles.
“I swear, one of these days Louis is going to catch us,” you whisper now, thinking of how close the near-miss had been.
Niall chuckles softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Let him,” he says, his voice low and cocky. “He’d just be jealous he doesn’t have someone to keep him warm.”
You swat at him lightly, but he catches your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.
“And yet, here you are,” he counters, his grin audible in his voice.
Despite the risk, there’s something thrilling about these stolen moments—the way you have to tiptoe past the others, the whispered conversations, the shared warmth in the tiny bunk. It’s become your haven, your shared secret.
As the bus rounds a sharp corner, you both instinctively shift to keep from falling out of the bunk. Niall tightens his grip on you, his nose brushing against your temple. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his voice softer now, almost protective.
The dim light filtering through the edges of the curtain casts shadows over Niall’s face, but you can still see the mischief in his eyes as he shifts against you. His hand slides slowly from your back, trailing along your hip and settling on your thigh.
“Niall,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, a mix of warning and anticipation.
“Shh, love,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips just graze your ear. “You trust me, don’t you?”
You nod instinctively, your breath hitching as his fingers start to move, teasing along the edge of your sleep shorts. The sensation sends a rush of heat through you, your body already responding to his touch.
“Good,” he whispers, his voice low and confident. “Then let me take care of you.”
His hand slips beneath the fabric, his touch firm yet teasing as he explores the sensitive skin there. You bite your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape when his fingers dip lower, finding exactly where you want him most.
“Jesus, you’re already so ready for me,” he mutters, his voice full of that cocky edge you know so well. He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself, as his fingers begin to work, slow and deliberate.
You can’t help the small sound that escapes your lips, and Niall’s free hand moves quickly, covering your mouth before you can make another noise. His palm is warm and firm against your skin, and the dominance of the gesture only heightens the intensity of what he’s doing to you.
“Quiet, love,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. “Unless you want the whole bus to know what I’m doing to you.”
The idea of being caught sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, making every touch feel even more electric. You grip his arm tightly, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers find a rhythm that drives you closer to the edge.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice a smug whisper. You nod against his hand, your breath coming in shallow pants as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and impossible to fight.
He leans in, his lips ghosting over your neck as he murmurs, “That’s my girl. Let go for me.”
His words, his touch, the way he’s watching you with that cocky, self-satisfied grin—it’s all too much. Your body shudders as the tension inside you snaps, waves of pleasure crashing over you. You press your face into his chest, muffling the soft cries you can’t hold back as he works you through every second of it, his hand never faltering.
When the last tremors subside, you collapse against him, your body spent and your heart pounding. He finally moves his hand from your mouth, brushing a thumb over your cheek with surprising tenderness.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You can barely find the words to respond, still caught in the haze of what just happened. But Niall doesn’t need an answer—his grin says it all. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he says smugly, pulling you closer as if nothing in the world could pry you apart.
You’re still catching your breath, your body nestled against Niall’s when the thought strikes you—a surge of boldness you didn’t know you had. His arm is draped lazily around your waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin as he smirks down at you, that cocky grin impossible to ignore.
“You look smug,” you whisper, your voice hushed but teasing.
“Shouldn’t I be?” he replies, his grin widening. “Didn’t hear you complaining a second ago.”
Rolling your eyes, you shift in his arms, turning to face him fully. “You think you’ve got all the control, don’t you?”
He chuckles softly, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “That’s because I do, love.”
The challenge in his voice is all it takes. Your hand moves under the blanket, sliding over his chest and down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His breath hitches, barely perceptible, but enough to tell you you’re on the right track.
His smirk falters for a moment, his cocky confidence giving way to something more primal as your hand slips lower, brushing against the waistband of his shorts. “What are you doing?” he whispers, his voice low and full of heat.
“Returning the favor,” you reply simply, your lips quirking in a smile as your fingers dip under the fabric, finding him already hard and warm against your palm.
Niall swears softly under his breath, his hips twitching involuntarily as you wrap your hand around him. “Jesus,” he mutters, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“Shh,” you tease, leaning in to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a perfect contrast to the steady rhythm of your hand. Every movement draws a quiet sound from him—a muffled groan, a sharp intake of breath—and you can feel his resolve slipping with every second.
He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he fights to stay quiet. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he mutters, though there’s no real conviction in his voice.
“Then be quiet,” you whisper against his lips, your tone full of playful defiance.
His laugh is strained, but his cocky demeanor hasn’t faded entirely. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice ragged as your hand moves faster, more deliberate now.
You don’t answer, letting your actions speak for you. Instead, you kiss him again, your mouth capturing his to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to maintain control.
“Bloody hell,” he whispers against your lips, his voice cracking with tension. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You can feel him trembling beneath you, his breathing shallow and uneven as he teeters on the edge. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes squeezing shut as a quiet, broken groan escapes him. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice soft but commanding. “Let go.”
His release is silent but intense, his body shuddering against yours as he gives in completely. His grip on your hips tightens for a moment before loosening as he slumps back against the mattress, utterly spent.
For a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sound is the soft hum of the bus engine and your mingled breaths as you come down from the moment.
Finally, Niall breaks the silence, his cocky grin slowly returning. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he says, his voice rough but full of humor.
“Is that a complaint?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Not at all,” he replies, pulling you into his arms again. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you get the last word.”
His words are a promise, one that sends a thrill through you as you settle against him, your heart still racing from the thrill of what you’ve just done.
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The early morning sun filters through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft light onto the otherwise still tour bus. You stir awake, feeling the warmth of Niall’s arm draped over your waist. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed, his lips slightly parted as a faint snore escapes him.
For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of him, the way his body molds so perfectly against yours in the tiny bunk. But that calm is short-lived as you hear the faint shuffle of footsteps moving around the bus.
“Niall,” you whisper sharply, shaking him lightly. “Someone’s awake.”
He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Relax,” he mumbles, his voice low and rough with sleep. “They’re not gonna look in here.”
But before you can argue, the curtain is yanked back with absolutely no warning.
“Oi! What the—” Louis’s voice cuts through the quiet, loud and unmistakably delighted.
Your eyes widen in horror as he stares at the two of you, tangled together under the blanket. His gaze flicks between Niall, still half-asleep and shirtless, and you, desperately trying to pull the covers up to hide yourself.
“Louis!” you hiss, your voice high-pitched and panicked. “Ever heard of knocking?”
Louis blinks once, then bursts into uncontrollable laughter. He leans against the side of the bunk for support, tears forming in his eyes. “Oh, this is brilliant. I knew it! I bloody knew it!”
“Louis, shut it,” Niall grumbles, his voice thick with irritation but still laced with that unmistakable cocky edge. He sits up slightly, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. “Not like it’s your business.”
“Not my business?” Louis wheezes, still laughing. “Mate, you’ve been sneaking her into your bunk for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t deny it.”
By now, the commotion has woken everyone else. Harry pokes his head out from his bunk, his curls sticking up in every direction. “What’s going on?” he asks groggily, his eyes squinting against the light.
“Caught the lovebirds,” Louis announces proudly, gesturing dramatically to you and Niall.
Harry blinks at the two of you, then grins, stretching lazily. “Finally,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Zayn appears next, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking far too amused. “Honestly, I’m just glad it’s out in the open,” he says casually, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with you two carrying on right below me? That bunk isn’t soundproof, you know.”
Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face. “Oh my god, Zayn!”
“Just saying,” he adds with a shrug, clearly enjoying your mortification.
You bury your face in your hands, wishing you could disappear, but Niall? He’s completely unbothered. “Can’t help it if she gets a little carried away,” he says, flashing Zayn a cocky grin.
Zayn snorts. “Right, sure, blame her.”
“Alright, what’s going on?” Liam’s voice cuts through the chaos as he steps into the scene, looking far more awake than anyone else. His eyes flick to you and Niall, still crammed together in the tiny bunk, and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Yep,” Louis says gleefully, clapping his hands together. “They’ve been sneaking around for weeks, apparently.”
Liam sighs, rubbing his temples like he’s already tired of the drama. But when he glances at you, his expression softens. “Well… at least it’s not some random stranger,” he mutters, almost to himself.
The teasing continues as the boys start listing all the “obvious” signs they’d apparently noticed—Niall’s lingering looks, your mysterious disappearances, the times you both emerged from the bunk area looking suspiciously disheveled.
“Could’ve been sneakier,” Liam points out with a shrug.
“Could’ve been louder,” Zayn quips with a smirk, earning a collective groan from everyone.
“Alright, enough,” Niall says, his grin firmly in place. He leans back against the bunk wall, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders. “You’re all just jealous I’ve got her and you don’t.”
“Jealous?” Louis says, his voice high-pitched with mock offense. “As if! I just can’t believe she puts up with you.”
“She doesn’t mind,” Niall says smugly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The boys groan again, their complaints drowned out by Louis declaring this his new favorite thing to tease you about.
You sigh, hiding your face in Niall’s shoulder as he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying every second of it. Life on tour just got a lot more complicated—but judging by the way Niall’s holding you close, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Good Girl
Summary: You love how sweet and kind and soft your boyfriend his. But every now and then, you love to bring out his rough side, which always leaves you more than satisfied.
Word Count: 1.7K
Content Warning: cockwarming, p-in-v sex, daddy kink, spanking (just 1 tho)
AN: I was going to do a Louis smut and a Niall comfort fic and then said, nah, I gotta switch that. So enjoy this pure Niall smut!
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Waking up in your plush king bed, you stretch before rolling over to cuddle up to your boyfriend.
So you’re most upset when you find that Niall is not there.
Last night had been perfect. He’d gotten home early, the two of you cooked a delicious meal together before falling into bed for a night of slow and gentle lovemaking.
So it’s no surprise that you wake up wanting more. Maybe a little something less slow and gentle. Like being pounded into the bed. That sounds like a wonderful time. You’d love some passionate and rough sex right about now.
The only thing missing? Your boyfriend.
Huffing out a breath you throw the sheets aside and stand up. You’re just in one of Niall’s large t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, but you don’t change before going downstairs. Maybe appearing like this will help you get what you want.
But Niall isn’t in the kitchen, or the living room, or anywhere on the first or second floors. Which leaves the basement. More specifically, the studio/office that’s down there.
And that, well that could throw a wrench in your plans. Because if Niall is in work mode, you don’t have much of a chance breaking him out of it. But you don’t let that deter you.
Heading back to the kitchen you start to make a plan. You grab some breakfast then go to the bathroom to freshen up before finally heading down to the basement.
Peaking your head into the office, you’re not surprised to see Niall at the desk. He seems to be answering emails, which works in your favor. If he’d been working on new music you’d probably be out of luck. He just gets too focused, and truthfully, the guitar would be quite in the way.
But sitting at the desk writing replies? That you can work with.
“Good morning,” you say as you enter, letting Niall know you’re there.
Immediately he turns, a large smile on his face as he says, “Morning, baby. Sleep okay?”
“I did. Could’ve woken up better, though.” You pout, giving Niall your best puppy eyes to really catch his attention.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” he asks, now sporting a pout of his own.
“I woke up and you weren't there.”
His joking pout now turns into a gentle smile as he reaches out to you. “C’mere,” he says and pulls you to sit in his lap sideways. His arms wrap around your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder, your face tucked into his neck.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I ignored these emails last night to get home to you but I can’t put them off any longer. I promise to come cuddle you as soon as I’m done,” he explains.
When you don’t reply right away Niall grows worried, unsure what’s going on in your mind. After some silence you finally say, “What if I didn’t want to cuddle?”
“Oh? Then what did you have in mind?”
Without hesitating you press a kiss to his neck and roll your hips down.
“Oh!” He says, now picking up on what you want. “Naughty girl, coming in here to distract me.”
“What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?” You lean back as you say this, your eyes meeting his, your eyebrows raised, challenging him.
“Yea, maybe I will. Bad girls deserve a punishment. But what should I do with you?” He pretends to think about it, already knowing what he wants. But he likes making you squirm, just a bit.
“You’ve caused me a bit of a problem,” he finally says. You look at him confused but then his hands go to your waist and he presses you down. You gasp as you feel his hard length press against your bum. “This will be quite distracting. I’d like you to keep me warm while I finish my work. How does that sound?”
A wave of desire rolls through you at that. He knows how much you love cockwarming, but it’s rare that the two of you do it. Normally once he’s inside of you, neither of you can hold back. But this is the perfect opportunity.
“That sounds like exactly what I need to learn my lesson,” you manage to reply.
“Good. Get me out and take off those pants,” he says. You stand up and remove the boxers you’re wearing and then your hands go to his waistband. You look at him for a second, waiting for a nod before lowering his sweats and underwear just enough for his cock to spring out. Just the sight of his dick, the perfect length and girth, has you dripping.
“Go on. Keep me warm,” he commands, and you move to straddle his lap. His hands stay on the armrests as you line yourself up and slowly sink down. His expression remains stoic, not giving away if he’s enjoying this at all. It drives you crazy, this uninterested act. It’s so unlike Niall, the man who normally praises you at all times. But it’s so perfect for this moment.
The shuddering breath he lets out once you’re completely seated on him is the only give away that he’s affected at all. He slides his chair forward and reaches around you to get back to his work. The only sound in the room is the tapping of keys.
You do your best to stay still, but the longer he works, the harder it is. You fidget, then clench around him, causing him to groan. He then lands a smack to your asscheek and says, “Be good and don’t move.”
Not wanting another reprimand you put all your focus on listening to him. But it’s so hard! He just feels so wonderful, filling you up so perfectly.
After what feels like forever, he stops typing and pushes the chair back from the desk.
“Look at me,” he says, and you move from where you’ve been hiding against his neck in order to meet his eyes once more. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Yes, daddy,” you reply. Niall takes a deep breath, that name affecting him deeply. It’s not one you use much, but he knows what it means. It means you want him to take charge, to take what he wants. You just want to give yourself to him.
“Hold on tight,” he says and you wrap your arms and legs around him. He places his hands under your bare bottom and, in an impressive show of strength, stands up with you still attached to him. He walks a few steps to the couch and lays you both down.
“Ready for a reward?” he asks, his blue eyes shining with excitement.
“I’m ready,” you reply. He quickly leans down, attaching his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. When he pulls back his eyes are soft, and he says, “If it’s too much just tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. After this moment of softness, you watch his switch back to the rough persona he’s using right now. And it has another wave of arousal run through you. Niall's eyes close in pleasure, and you know he’s just felt a gush of wetness escape around his cock. That’s all he needs to start moving, setting a brutal pace from the first thrust.
He pounds in and out of you, hitting just the right spot and sending shocks through your body. Your mouth goes slack, your mind unable to form any words as pleasure continues to grow.
You’re both getting close, and Niall moves a hand to rub circles on your clit. He knows when you’re just about to come, and he leans down to say, “Be a good girl and come for me. Come for daddy.”
That’s all it takes to send you over the edge. You shout and arch your back, your toes curling as intense pleasure overtakes you.
“What a good girl, that’s it, ride it out, baby,” Niall says as she continues his thrusts inside you. It’s just when you start to come down that Niall picks up his pace even more, chasing his own high. The rough thrusts send you into a second orgasm before you’ve even recovered from the first, and this time, Niall is coming with you.
He bits down gently on your shoulder as he releases inside of you, his hips finally slowing. The two of you lay there a moment, breathing in each other's air as you try to catch your breath.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Niall asks, back to his sweet personality.
“Okay,” you reply quietly. You hiss as he pulls out, extra sensitive after everything that just happened.
“I know, baby, it hurts a bit, doesn’t it? I’m sorry lovie,” he says, and somehow just those words help ease the pain.
You finally come back to reality and look at the state of the two of you. Niall is still basically dressed and he tucks his now soft cock back into his sweats. He helps you pull down the shirt you’re wearing so that you’re covered as well, knowing how shy you get after.
“You alright?” he asks.
You give him a dazed smile and say, “So good. That was exactly what I needed. Did you like it?”
“Like it? Honey, I loved it. Absolutely amazing, you are.” You giggle and he leans in for a sweet kiss.
“C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up and then we can watch a movie together. It’s time for those cuddles I mentioned.”
Niall helps you stand and walk upstairs. He dotes on you, carefully helping you clean up in the shower and then keeps his promise of cuddles. You’re back in his arms, now resting together on a different couch while one of your favorite movies plays.
“I love you,” you say, needing him to know what you’re thinking right now.
“I love you too,” he replies.He holds you tighter and presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you melt into the embrace. You truly love him, love every side of him, especially the sides that are reserved only for you. His girlfriend, his love, his good girl.
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AN: Thank you for reading! I have a request for virgin reader & fratboy Niall so I am working on that but if you have any Niall requests feel free to reach out!
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french press
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wc: 1.2k reader: femme/gender neutral (gender warnings: reader is wearing lingerie, reader "pushes t*ts together" -- you've been warned) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also some angst and some funny stuff summary: jiwoong has a biiit of a jealousy problem. he's so jealous rn that he won't even touch you :( with his permission, you take matters into your own hands (and onto his thigh). *ੈ✩‧₊˚ oh helloooo. long time no see. decided to write something for the hell of it. maybe i'll write some more soon...
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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, thigh-riding, penetrative sex (reader receiving), descriptions of cum (reader's and jw's), unprotected sex, cumming inside, jealousy/toxicity, swearing, pet names (baby, angel)
also the title is VERY clever. french press: french masseusse pierre and... mating press. i'll leave now.
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“baby,” you whine, pushing your arms together a bit to accentuate your tits. “don’t you wanna touch? you love touching my tits.”
the sheer, black lingerie set you were saving for a special occasion is hugging every curve of your body perfectly as you straddle your boyfriend. a garter belt squeezing around your right thigh, you know you’re irresistible to anyone with a pulse.
but apparently your boyfriend has passed away since he sat down on the couch with a huff twenty minutes ago. he’s still warm though and that’s permission enough for you to let him have it.
“oh my god,” you groan; smacking your hand on the leather armrest like a frustrated child. “woongie! want you to touch me so bad.”
“well, you should’ve thought of that before you let another man put his hands all over you,” jiwoong answers-- head turning to the side in the ultimate display of pettiness.
you sigh exasperatedly. “it was a massage, woongie. a professional one that you paid for!”
“so?” he asks with a pout. “are you suggesting i’m a cuckold by my own doing?”
“you are the only one suggesting that actually,” you reply, running your hands down his clothed chest. “the only thing i’m suggesting is that you fuck me. and i’m strongly suggesting it.”
“oh yeah?” jiwoong responds, one eyebrow raised in interest. “are you sure those words aren’t actually meant for pierre: the unnecessarily handsome french masseuse?”
“you literally gave me a gift certificate for my birthday!” you exclaim, hitting his chest lightly in frustration. “baby, i tried to request an ugly massage therapist. the woman at the desk looked at me like i was being rude. and i was! for you.”
jiwoong’s eyes go straight to your barely-covered core and you think for a second he’s finally about to give in. “you asked for an ugly masseuse and she gave you a former louis vuitton runway model? i should’ve just given you tickets to magic mike live!”
“kim jiwoong-ah, if you don’t fck me right now, i swear to god,” you threaten emptily, sinking down on one of his grey sweatpant-adorned thighs. “i’m just gonna use you however i want.”
jiwoong folds his arms across his chest in a final act of defiance, attention returning to the tv screen. “knock yourself out.”
it takes everything in you not to whine like a little spoiled brat, but you manage to suppress it. instead, you grind a little harder down onto jiwoong’s thigh. his legs are lazily spread apart in the most enticing way. you could reach right down his pants and grab him in your hands (a tried and true method that jiwoong loves), but you have something to prove too.
so you repeat the grinding motion, your heat connecting again with the toned flesh of your boyfriend’s perfect thighs. at first it’s just for show-- you need his attention and you’ll do anything you have to to get it back.
but after a few moments, a soft moan escapes your throat. jiwoong’s breath audibly hitches; his body stiffening a bit at the sound of your pleasure. despite this, his eyes stay fixed on the screen.
as a familiar knot grows just below your stomach, you almost start to forget about your goal. maybe it’s desperation speaking, but riding your boyfriend’s thigh is actually a lot more stimulating than you thought it’d be.
“fuck,” you whine, increasing your pace involuntarily. your hands are gripping the back of the couch, eyes closing as you rapidly approach your high.
suddenly, jiwoong’s thigh grows harder-- a sturdier surface for you to grind on. he’s flexing his muscles for you, helping you reach your climax like the perfect boyfriend he is.
“gonna cum all over my thigh, baby?” jiwoong asks, voice already noticeably fucked out. it’s not a mystery who won this game. “gonna make a mess all over my pants like a fucking angel?”
“i--... oh my god, i--...” you cry, strong hands finding your hips and guiding them down for you onto his thigh. you place your hand gently at the base of jiwoong’s neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt and toying with his collarbone. “i--... ‘m cumming...”
pleasure taking over, you reach your high as jiwoong continues to guide your hips for you. “woongie, love you. love you so much.”
your eyes flutter open to see jiwoong’s cheeks flushed, his eyes locked on your core. you look down to find that you have made a pretty little mess, honey dripping from you and soaking his grey sweatpants. he lifts you ever so slightly up and back down, watching as your juices seep through your sheer panties and onto him.
jiwoong meets your gaze for less than a second before you’re wrestled off the couch and onto your back on the carpeted floor below. carpet aside, it’s not a painless fall and as your boyfriend is hungrily ripping his pants off and burying his cock inside you, you decide it’s a good time to start playing again.
“oh my god, woongie,” you complain, knowing that your back’s gonna hurt even worse in the morning. “are you trying to make me need another massage?”
“no. more. massages,” jiwoong growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “unless i’m the one giving them.”
“fuck,” you whine, pulling him even deeper inside you as you wrap your legs around him. trapping him. holding him hostage exactly where his possessive ass wants to be. “surely you don’t think you’re as skilled as a professional masseuse?”
“i’ll get certified,” he manages to grunt, grabbing hold of your thighs and pushing them up to your chest in a mating press. “or would you prefer pierre’s cock inside you instead?”
“that’s not fair,” you reply, absolutely relishing in your reinstated role of bratty sub. “how can i choose if i’ve never seen both options?”
“you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” jiwoong asks, kneading your thighs mercilessly-- striking his palm across the side with a gorgeous smack. “you’re gonna kill me so you can fuck pierre and then kill him too.”
“i’ll let you live a little longer if you cum inside me,” you promise, running your hand through his hair as he stares at you helplessly. “please, woongie. need you to fill me up.”
you can see it in his eyes: he’ll give you anything you want. he’d even let you fuck pierre if you really wanted to. but you don’t. not even a little bit. you just want jiwoong.
“fuck, i love you so much, baby,” he pants as his thrusts grow shallower and more sporadic. “gonna fill up this perfect... little...”
his hips finally spasm; a sweet moan swallowed down as you feel him spill into you. you sigh contentedly at the warmth inside of you, your boyfriend laying his head on your chest-- letting go of your legs from where he’d been pinning them and collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.
you wrap your thighs around jiwoong’s waist, making sure he can’t escape (he doesn’t want to).
jiwoong’s jealousy issues weren’t really harmful. he knew you’d never actually leave him for another man; what he always seemed to forget is that you’d never even dream of it. and besides, whatever misunderstanding arose always ended in fiery, passionate sex like this.
so could anyone really blame you for making up sexy french massage therapists just to make your boyfriend jealous from time to time? not to worry... you’ll give jiwoong a couple months to recover from pierre before you drop your next fabrication on him: dante, the sensual italian chef.
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Unlocking Inner Pig
Louis was your average 28 year old man, to an extent. He had a pretty normal office job that got him enough money to live a comfortable but simple life. He lived in a mid rise flat nothing too special. He still occasionally slept around with men he’d see at clubs. However Louis still looked very young for his age. As he was approaching 30 the skinny guy still looked fresh into university. His body had not changed at all since he was 18. He would look at his friends and see them all with hairy chests bigger arms, even a few of them with big bloated bellies that pushed at the old shirts they wore. Louis would go home and look at his skinny frame. Yes he could still see his abs but his arms were so small. His legs and ass so tiny. He longed to be bigger.
One hot summer evening, Louis and his friends were all relaxing in the park. They laid on their shirts catching a tan on their bodies. Louis stood out as the skinniest one there. He looked over at his friends. The odd one or two of them were quite in shape, still sporting faint abs and some muscle in their chest but the rest all had rounded soft hairy guts that guttered up to the sky as they lay back soaking in the sun. Louis looked at his own body, feeling his ribs and bones instead of muscle. One of Louis friends turned over to him and saw him rubbing his body. “You alright mate?” His friend Liam said. Louis took a long sigh and looked at Liam. “Not really. I just feel so small and skinny all the time. Especially laying next to all you guys.” Louis said gesturing to the rest of the group. “You should count your self lucky mate. We all getting fat” Liam said slapping his belly “and you look like you never left uni.” “Well that’s the issue. I’m nearly 30 and still look 18. I just wanna be bigger.”
Liam took a long hard look at his mate. He looked him up and down and then down again really taking in his skinny body. “Well I could always try and help you out if you want. Try and put on some weight if that’s what you want.” Louis face lit up. “Really you’d help me out?” “Of course. If that’s what you want.”
“YES YES PLEASE”
After the boys had finished laying out in the sun all afternoon, they decided to walk back home and settle down for the evening. On the walk back, Louis and Liam decided to split from the group and go into a small fast food place. Louis looked up at the menu then looked at Liam waiting for his input. “You sure you want this mate? We are getting old enough now where a second on the lips is a lifetime on the hips” Liam said with a slight worrying glance at his slim friend. Louis nodded and the two boys stepped forward to order. “Two portions of chips please and a triple cheese burger please” Liam said handing over a tenner and a fiver to the man at the counter. After about 5 minutes a small bag was placed on the counter and then two men carried on their walk back to Louis house. Once they got in Liam placed the food on the table and then went to get a drink from the fridge. He saw that Louis had a pack of beers and decided to grab them. He placed them on the table too. Louis sat down and unpacked his food order. He started picking at the chips as Liam grabbed a beer and opened it up, taking a large swig from it. “Make sure you have these bud” Liam said patting the pack of beer. “Good for building you up.” Louis reached over and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a sip. Liam sat down and the two boys were just chatting about everyday stuff as Louis made his way through the food. Louis didn’t show any sign of being full until he got most the way though his triple burger. As he reached the last few bites he really started to feel it. He stretched and groaned and started to rub his extended gut. He tried to ignore it but the mounting pressure in his stomach was distracting him from his conversation. Just as he was about to give up, Louis felt a rumble in his stomach. He placed a hand on the top of his gut as it trembled. He felt something rise up making his way back to his mouth. His lips parted and a huge belch interrupted conversation. Louis went slightly red in the face. “Better out then in mate” Liam sniggered “you’ll have a bit more room to finish off your food now.” Liam was right. Louis belly felt much more at ease and he finished off the rest of food and chugged back the rest of his beer. The two boys spent the rest of the night getting slowly more drunk as they got through the whole pack of beers. By 2am Louis was passed out on the sofa. Liam looked over at his skinny friend. His thin torso was stretched out pushing against his shirt. Liam knew that his mates skinny body would never last now. Once a man gets a taste for going to bed bloated and full they always will. It won’t be long till Louis joins the ranks of other 30 year olds with a belly.
The next morning, Louis woke feeling groggy from all the food and beer he’d eaten. He stretched upwards and collapsed back on the sofa. His hands moved to his stomach which still felt kind of bloated. He rubbed it slowly as he started to wake up more. He couldn’t see Liam in the sun filled living room and assumed he’d gone home when he had passed out. Louis kept rubbing his belly. Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of his gut getting bloated again. Getting more full than ever before. Then thoughts of the bloat turning to soft squishy fat. Rubbing his belly and watching his fingers squish deep into his fattening gut. As these thoughts raced he moved his hand further down, pushing it through the waist band of his boxers to touch his morning wood. The thought of his dick slowly disappearing from sight as his belly grows bigger and bigger. He starts to rub his cock slowly as more thoughts of his chest swelling up, his ass blowing through his jeans, his thighs shredding his boxers all filled his mind. For some reason after last night he became obsessed with the idea of getting fat instead of big and muscly. One night of stuffing his face and he was took with the idea of growing jiggly all over. He started to pump his dick harder and faster, letting out a few moans as the idea of him becoming overweight filled his mind. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was moaning so loud as he got closer to climax. His cock was ready to blow. The door the living room started to be pushed open. Louis looked over but it was too late. His cock exploded all over his belly and he moaned loudly as Liam stepped through the doorway with a large plate of food. Louis quickly tried to cover his belly with his shirt only for the cum to soak it and show through. “Omg I’m so sorry you saw that. I thought you’d gone and I was just letting off some steam and-“
“Louis it’s fine lol. We all get like that don’t worry bout it. Just wished you’d given me a bit more warning before I walked in haha” Liam laughed as he sat down on the sofa and placed the large McDonald’s breakfast order in front of Louis. Louis felt so embarrassed, rubbing his shirt to try and distract from the cum that had soaked through it. “Bloody hell Louis just take your top off I don’t care. I’ve seen worse. Bloody Niall looks like a hairy baby elephant every time he gets shirtless you look fine.” Louis was still apprehensive to take his top off but decided to do so, rubbing the rest of the cum off his stomach as he did. “Now dig into this. Thought you’d be hungry this morning and you wanted big so here. Enjoy.” On the plate were two bacon egg and sausage McMuffins, 3 hash browns, 2 breakfast wraps and a large milk shake. “I don’t think I’m that hungry to be honest.” Louis said still covering his bloat in shame. “I think I’ll eat later on toda-“ he was interrupted by the sound of his own stomach rumbling loudly to the smell of the breakfast food. “I think your stomach thinks different eh big guy? Just tuck in.” Liam said standing up. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be surprised if any of that is left when I get back” he said under his breath as he left the room, pulling off his shirt which displayed his own figure. His soft stomach slightly jiggled as he walked, covered on thick hair, going from the top of his jiggly chest to the waist band of his boxers. Louis looked at his hairless, fatless body and a pang of jealously coursed through his veins. He grabbed the McMuffin and stuffed it into his mouth. The routine of Louis stuffing his mouth full of fast food continued for many weeks. Liam would usually come round once a week after a whole group gathering and check up on Louis’ progress, just with asking simple questions making sure he was eating big. The first evening of stuffing his belly had awoken something in Louis. He now couldn’t stop eating. If he was doing anything he was doing it eating food. His inner pig was out for good now and he couldn’t contain it. His body now started to show signs of change happening. His once toned skinny stomach had melted away. He now had a soft lower belly, a spate tire that wrapped around his lower body. It pushed out over the waist band of his boxers and was obviously seen through any shirt. His chest started to soften too, his nipples are pushed outwards growing in size and softness. Slowly they began to droop onto his growing gut. The rest of his body saw changes too. His arms thicker up, his ass had doubled and his legs also began to touch as he walked. By the end of summer he had transformed his summer bod already into a dad bod so quickly. By the end of summer, the group of lads thought it be best to go shopping for some winter clothes as the weather started to drop quickly. Louis showed up with a hoody over his body, hiding the changes. After looking around the shop for a bit they needed to try on their new clothes. In the changing rooms they all went and all got changed. One of the more in shape boys left his changing room first and all the boys looked at his new outfit, all poking their heads out of their changing rooms, or even standing out just in their boxers to get a look. Here is when one of the boys called out about Liams body.
Liam had been getting softer for a while now so that wasn’t news to anyone, but since spending so much time with Louis and his fattening routine, Liam had also packed on the weight. His belly now poked out to the point it sagged slightly over his boxers, his chest looking more like tits and his back was lined with rolls leading the eye to the dump truck of an ass he had grown. As the attention went onto Liam one of the boys went up to him and shook its belly telling him how fat he’d gotten. “Age has gotten to you now huh fat boy?” ”Your not young forever look at that belly” “I remember when you had a six pack on school.” “You fat fuck what have you done to your self!?” The boys hurled jokingly abuse at Liam. Liam took it lightly only going slightly red, and even joining in on the mocking, shaking his belly and taking handfuls of his hairy fat gut. However Liam got a glimpse of Louis body. He still had his jeans on but his tank top was sitting tight across his bloated gut. Usually he can get away with his gain not being noticed but the fact he’d stripped down to his tank top and also just ate a family sized meal before coming out made his soft belly look much bigger. Liam locked eyes with Louis and grinned menacingly.
“Omg look at Louis. He’s finally a fat fuck.” Liam pointed at Louis as he shouted that. Louis was in shock. He never thought he’d point it out to the group his weight gain. The boys all wiped their heads around to see if what Liam was saying truth. To their surprise, the once skinny man had in fact developed a fully fledged belly. “Omg what happened to you?” “You FINALLY got fat? Fuck” “Holy shit dude you let your self go FAST.” Liam had successfully turned the abuse off of him and onto Louis. As Louis stood there getting poked and slapped and jiggled he put on a brave face, for deep inside he was absolutely livid at Liam. Liam just stood there grinning watching as Louis was played with and mocked.
That evening when Louis and Liam started walking back to Louis house, they walked in silence. Louis was so mad at Liam for exposing his weight gain and telling the whole group about it just because he was insecure that he got fat too. They both walked into Louis house and sat on the sofa. Louis visibly displayed his anger on his face. Liam didn’t understand what was wrong. “So you wanna order some food then?” Liam pipped up after an uncomfortable silence.
“Oh you just wanna fatten me up some more so ya?” Louis spat back at him. Liam looked confused and made a confused noise at him. “Oh don’t act all incident. You’ve been coming doing here every week buying me fattening foods and telling to stuff my gut full. It’s your fault I’ve got tits for pecs now. It’s your fault my hips don’t fit into jeans. It’s your fault I’m carrying around this FAT FUCKING BELLY!” Louis ripped off his tank top and grabbed his gut shaking it. He was red in the face he got so angry. After shacking his belly in Liams face, Louis collapsed back into his sofa seat. “I never even wanted to get fat. I wanted to get bigger. You’re just fucked in the head and fattened me up for your own sick and twisted fantasy.”
Liam had enough of this. He stood up. “You didn’t want this huh? So it wasn’t you I caught wanking off to your own full fat stomach. It isn’t you that stuffs your face six out of seven nights a week. It isn’t you that looks in the mirror every morning grinning as you realise you’re getting closer and closer to finally busting your fat ass through your old underwear. It’s not my fault you regret exchanging your twink body for some fat hogs.” Louis looked at Liam with his mouth slightly agape. Liam now pulls off his shirt too and grabs a handful of his huge gut. “Do you think I want this too? Huh? Do you think I wanted to get fucking obese just cos you wanted to get fat. No but it’s my fault cos I’m greedy and could resist eating big like you do. At least I admit when I’m a fucking pig instead of pinning the blame on some other hog like you.” Liam grabbed his top and started to walk out the room. “I hope you find peace being a fat fuck. I’m leaving. Gonna get a maccies to release the stress now.” Liam mumbled as he stomped out the house and slammed the door. Louis sat there in shock. What had just happened.
It took Louis about a week to process what happened that evening. Him and Liam hadn’t spoken since and the other boys made no effort in getting the two to hang out together. Louis was thinking about what Liam had said about him wanted to get fat. Louis was confused. He enjoyed getting fat but was that want he wanted? He felt such same when everyone noticed his fattened body. Surely he would be proud of it if he truly wanted to be fat. Louis came to the conclusion that he wanted to give the gym a go. See if being muscly was the craving he desired.
For the autumn months, Louis spent a lot of time alone. He’d still eat pretty big but mostly focused on hitting the gym hard everyday. He needed to work off that fat Liam had forced onto him. It took time but eventually the spare tire was eventually shaved down to a slight gut, hardly noticeable compared to his bigger arms and tighter chest. After all this time he had started to achieve what he wanted to achieve. He was bigger finally and even his body hair started to come through. But he still felt unsatisfied with this transformation. He caught him self longingly staring at fat hogs in the gym that desperately tried to get rid of their bulk. He craved the evenings where he’d be in a food coma and his distended belly was sticking out. He missed the feeling of getting bigger and feeling his clothes hug tight to his body. Was Liam right? Had he always really desired becoming fat and joining the ranks of other men his age. Louis thought of Liam and how he has transformed over the summer and gone from overweight to obese. Louis struggled to contain him self at the thought that maybe he could follow suit. Louis left the gym immediately, still shirtless and in his shorts running to his car. He raced round to the nearest fast food place and ordered a jumbo family sized portion of food. That night he ate like he was the king. As he ate his final chip and came all over his belly he knew this was the life he wanted. He knew he couldn’t rest till he was huge.
Oh how Louis missed this. He missed the feeling of his fat gut pushing his clothes to their limits. He missed rubbing his soft gut to release an earth shattering belch. He missed stepping on the scales and seeing that number rise every single day. Being fat was his calling. He was destined to be a hog and that he would do. Evening after evening he would spend stuffing his face with food. As Christmas came and went he made sure to fill his belly with as much sweet fattening food he could get his hands on. His family were shocked by his weight gain to start with but by the end of his stay were happy that he had finally filled out. One of his uncles had a long conversation to him one evening when everyone had gone to bed. It was just Louis and his uncle sat in the living room sipping on the last few drops of their beers, both men having swollen guts that guttered out in front of them. His uncle told him the story of how when he was in his 20s he was sooooo skinny and nothing he could do would make him out on weight. But just one day the weight started piling on and how it’s never stopped since. Louis looked at his uncle, a very large fella. He always made fun of him self for how fat he’d gotten but it wasn’t till this evening that Louis saw himself in him. He looked down at his softening body and was proud to say he was following in his uncles footsteps.
Soon after Christmas Louis was trying on some clothes when it suddenly hit him that he had grown too fat for them now. He looked at him self in the mirror with his gut pressed so tightly against his shirt he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped through it yet. His belly was empty and already looked soo big. Louis felt the pressure build in his underwear. He couldn’t contain it anymore he needed someone to fatten him up.
Louis had dabbled in some gaining content online and he had heard of “grommr” a gaining dating site of sort. He knew in this moment that he may as well give it a go and see if he could get someone over quick to help bust out of his clothes. As his account finished setting up and started searching for feeders in the area. He found a very handsome chap called Harry. His profile was filled with photos of his hard muscly body pressed against fat hogs soft piggy body. He decided to shoot him a quick DM and almost got an instant message back.
-Louis: hey Harry! You look insane and love what you’ve done to those men. Mind filling me up like that?
-Harry: lemme see what I’m working with and I’ll be over in 5.
Louis takes his too off and trousers and lays on the bed in just his size small boxers. They were stretched so tight across his thighs and ass that they were basically see through. Louis snaps a photo of his belly resting on his lap, his chest dropping slightly onto the gut and his love handles pushing his body wider.
-Louis: This enough to work with?
-Harry: Damn. You’re already a fat piggy huh? Well prepare to become a fucking hog when I’m down with you.
No longer than 5 minutes later Louis heard a knock on the door. Louis, still on his underwear, jiggled his way to the door to unlock it. As he opened the door, the man that stood before him was not the one he expected. Harry on his profile had rippling abs, thick strong chest and moved into his big arms. His body was always contrasting the fat ones in the photos so why did the man in front of Louis also look like a fat hog. Harry looked to be around 250lbs of pure fat. His belly pressed tight to his band tshirt that was far too small for him, his love handles peaking out the bottom of the hem. His skinny jeans were skin tight to his thick thighs and fat ass. His double chin was pretty prominent.
Harry could sense the stares he got from Louis. “It’s me Harry! I know I look different than my profile. I did used to be very ripped and in shape but one feeding session the feedee turned into the feeder and I just couldn’t stop going back. Sorry I’m not who you thought I was but I hope you don’t mind this piggy feeding you up?” Louis was overwhelmed with how horny he was now. He pulled Harry in and immediately ripped his clothes off. The two hogs went at each other all day. Harry filling Louis up with as much fattening food as he could get his hands on. Louis was exploring Harry’s insanely sexy large body. They spent all day eating, drinking, touching, and fucking. Louis had never felt anything like this before. The feeling of being so full and having someone else’s full gut pressed against your back as they thrusted deeper into your fattened asshole. He had never felt something so erotic then being stuffed with muffins as he moaned loudly with every thrust into his ass cheeks. Louis thought he couldn’t get more full but once Harry released his load into him, he felt his belly surge forward even more. Louis was left sweating, panting and groaning as he lay on his bed naked and fattened up. Why did he ever wait this long to have sex with a fatty.
Once Harry left Louis did some thinking. He missed Liam. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year. Louis imagined Harry being Liam, having his huge hairy body pressed against his. He didn’t even know if Liam was fat anymore. He knew the rest of the boys all kept steadily gaining weight, even the ones that kept in shape started to soften up as we all approached 30. He could only imagine how big Liam could be. Did he ever think of how large Louis could be by now. Even thought Liam was living rent free in Louis mind, he could never reach out after everything he said to him that evening. After all that and for Louis to just get fatter and fatter still, there’s no way Liam would ever forgive him. He had to move on.
So the next 6 months Louis spent with Harry. The two would hook up every week, ensuring that Louis was gaining an appropriate amount of weight every time they met. Their sex was incredible and the results on Louis body, well they spoke for them selves.
Louis had fully transformed into a huge obese man. He never thought this could be possible. He remember back when he was skinny and how desperately he wanted to put on even ten pounds and now he was well known his way to three hundred pounds.
As Christmas came and went and winter final started to turn to spring, the group of lads decided it would be a good time to meet up for a shopping trip, to start their summer wardrobe. When Louis got the text about this meet up, he was skeptical if he was going to go or not. This time a year and a half ago was the last time he had seen most of the boys. He was made fun of last time for sporting a dad bod but now Louis looked like he’s non stop stuffed him self for the past year and a half (which he basically had done). He also thought about Liam and how if he was to show up they might end up fighting again. He didn’t wanna lose his friend again. But even though he was scared to go, Louis agreed. Plus he actually needed more summer clothes, he’s grown out of all of last years ones by nearly one hundred pounds.
The boys all met at the fast food place next to the shops. Liam was one of the last ones to show up. He opened the door to the restaurant and saw that Liam wasn’t there. He was slightly disappointed about this but he didn’t let it get him down. As he approached the table however he did notice how all the other guys around the table seemed to have suffered the same fate as himself. Not one of them resembled the fit toned jocks from their uni days. Every single one was most definitely overweight if not obese. As Louis approached the boys turned around and started shouting. “Look even this skinny thing couldn’t escape obesity.” “Haha Louis look at ya! You’re huge!” “Think he’s the biggest one here hahaha” The boys hadn’t changed. They still poked fun at him for his weight. But Louis didn’t mind it this time. Maybe it was due to the fact that yes he was the biggest one there but they weren’t far behind him. They all were big fat fellas now.
They all sat down and started to order food when the sound of the door to the restaurant sounded. The boys all turned around and Louis heard the yelling of “Liam omg haha look at you!” “Shit dude you let your self go!” “You’ve gotta be nearly 400lbs mate what happened?” Louis turned around and his mouth hit the floor. Liam was huge, beyond huge. Louis couldn’t even imagine how he got that big over that period of time. Louis looked longingly at Liam as Liam locked eyes with him before scanning Louis body up and down. Louis looked down and thought about what Liam would be thinking looking at him. He begged to know what he’d say. Liam sat down and after a few more jokingly jabs at Liams extreme gain, the boys decided to order food.
Louis had never seen so much food get devoured so quickly before in his life. All these fat hungry men polished off their plates in minutes leaving not a crumb. They spent the meal chatting and catching up with each other. Louis and Liam hadn’t interacted once. After the meal was over the fat man group decided to waddle over to the clothes shop. They spent ages joking about the old shirts they used to wear and how their new big bodies would destroy them in seconds now.
The time came for the boys to try on their clothes. They all filed into the changing rooms. Louis had taken off his too and started to put on a button up when he heard the door to his room be opened. He turned around and saw Liam stood there in his underwear. Louis heard began to race at the sight of him. Liams body has just exploded with lard. His belly hung down with his chest sitting on top his big gut. His legs and ass were so thick they couldn’t avoided touching. He truly had transformed into a huge hog of a man he used to be. “I wanna talk Louis” Liam said with a slightly saddened look on his face. Louis just nodded not having the strength to muster up words. “I’ve missed you. I regret how I spoke to you that evening but you had to listen to what I was saying. It wasn’t my fault but I felt so guilty after that night. As you can see I’ve put on a few” with this comment Louis giggled slightly “well maybe more than a few. But I just couldn’t stop eating cos I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I worried that after what I said you’d lose the weight and stop gaining but I’m so happy to see that isn’t true. You look good.”
Louis finally found the words to respond. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You were right. I wanted to get fat. And I enjoy being fat. But I also enjoyed you getting fat with me. I’ve missed you making sure I was eating everything, drinking every last beer. But I miss you stuffing your face as well and we’d touch bellies every so often. I missed when we had our little secret to get fat. Obviously now everyone’s fucking huge so no need for the secret part but I’d like to do that again with you. Feel our bodies change together again.” Louis stepped closer to Liam just close enough so their hairs on their bellies brushed slightly. Liam didn’t even think twice before pushing him self onto Louis and passionately making out with him.
After that day Liam and Louis became inseparable. They spent every day together feeding each other pleasing each other making sure they both were loved and fed. Liam gained so much weight he could hardly move and Louis blew up massively. He’d always imagined being big but the size of him now was unimaginable. Now sitting at around 600lbs Louis had become the huge big fat guy he had longed to be in his late twenties. Now on his early thirties he had finally found peace in his life and in his new body and he couldn’t be happier with his morbidly obese partner Liam. After years of confusion and gaining the two finally lived fattening ever after.
Thank you so much if you read this story! It has taken me a long time to write it and I really loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoyed it too. For any more story ideas pls let me know. I’m happy to do them if they strike my interests! Thank you again!
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Who wants to read an entire ~600 word scene from the upcoming sequel to my Loustat reunion fic? Because I'm 12k-deep into writing this thing and I'm getting so antsy to get it out into the world already but it's not even close to being done and I could perhaps use a bit of cheerleading so I'm just gonna drop said scene here lol...
Putting most of this under a cut I hope you all enjoy Louis and Lestat bickering about home decor. 🥰
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The sun had only just set but they’d already been up for an hour. They were standing in the living room on the rug that had been delivered while they were sleeping. The thick pile soft and plush against Louis’ bare feet. Lestat was splitting his time between frowning down at it and frowning over at Louis.
“This won’t do, mon cher. It’s too…” He gestured airily with one hand, sharp nails gleaming in the artificial light. “French country. Were we not going for coastal?” “I’m gonna ban you from watching those home reno shows on the iPad if you don’t—” Louis drew a breath and fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Thought you hated coastal.”
Lestat hummed, tipped his head to one side, scowled down at the rug. “Even so, is it not the aesthetic we are striving for here in our coastal home?”
“You picked out the rug, Lestat. You—”
“It looked different in the online pictures, cheri.”
“Buy another one, then.”
Louis sighed with his whole chest. He didn’t care about the rugs or the curtains or the lamps. Not really. Though he was starting to get antsy about picking art for the walls. Had been itching to pull pieces from his collection since the first night the realtor sent him the listing. As soon as Lestat decided to stop being difficult on purpose, he could make it work. Lestat let out a sound. Tiniest hint of a growl in his throat. Louis watched him gazing down at their bare feet nestled into the pile. “We need to find a proper boutique. Better yet an auction house. Why are we scouring web pages on an iPad for pieces for our home?”
“Easier that way,” Louis said with a shrug. There was an ache in his stomach he couldn’t give a name to. “We can always just hire someone to do this shit for us, Lestat. I know designers, decorators. Artists. I can call some people—”
“You don’t care about our home.”
Louis’ stomach twisted itself into a knot so quickly it nearly doubled him over. “What the fuck—” He couldn’t help it when the words flew out of his mouth. Seriously—what the fuck. “Why would you say somethin’ like that to me, Lestat?”
Lestat set his eyes on Louis. The set of his jawline was hard and tense. He had that look in his eyes like a cat about to do something very, very stupid. “You cared so much back at Rue Royale. Firm opinions on every piece of furniture. The art on every wall—" “I got art lined up. You know that. You know I’m gonna handle the—” “Do you remember that lamp you hated? Wanted to throw it in the incinerator the moment I—" “Don’t see what point you’re tryin’ to—” “dared to bring it home to replace the one—” “I don’t remember the lamp. I remember you—" “that had been badly damaged—" “being impossible about everything exactly the way you are—” “when we knocked it from the table—” “right now.” “making love. And I—” “Lestat!” “Louis.” Louis drew a long deep breath and huffed it out. The tension in his chest abated just a little, just enough. “I don’t remember the lamp,” he said. And clenched his jaw. And shook his head. Lestat was gazing at Louis with wide eyes that didn’t blink. The centers of them huge black voids Louis could have tumbled down into in seconds. He leaned close. So close the ends of their noses brushed together. “How convenient for you,” he growled, one corner of his mouth twitching up. Louis growled back, showed his teeth, tiniest hint of his fangs poking out. “You’re insufferable, you know that.” He reached forward at once and let his mind go dark. Took Lestat by the hair with both hands. And crashed their mouths together.
#interview with the vampire#loustat#otp: all my love belongs to you#myfic#this is very unedited and might end up changing a lot when i finally do edit it but... you know... lol#we'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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— beach getaway 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃
pairing: harvey specter x reader
summary: the ocean treated you almost as well as he did. almost.
warnings: very fluffy, sigh. my speciality.
wordcount: 1.2k
a/n: impulsive, silly, not planned or proofread. just wanted to write. just love the beach. just love harvey specter. listened to so much guilty as sin while writing. lord.
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“Hello, Mr. Specter,” you answered the phone after seeing your boyfriend’s caller ID and contact picture flash on your phone.
“Hello, Mrs. Specter.” You could hear the playful glint he had in his eye through the sound of his voice. “See, that’s funny because we aren’t married yet.”
“You really are a chronic joke repeater, aren’t you?”
“You love me for it.” Harvey was right – you did love him despite his repeated jokes. He never failed to make you giggle with this joke structure and he knew it. Hence why he never let it go.
“If you say so, Harvey. How was your day?” you asked, settling on your hotel couch with your freshly made coffee – dash of vanilla, the way Harvey made it for you. You set the mug down on the side table, finger tracing the rim as you listened to your lover’s comforting voice come through the speaker of your phone.
“Oh, y’know. Closed a huge client, saved the world, looked hot doing it.” You couldnt hold back your giggle at his comment. This was a common way for Harvey to respond to your questions about his day, never giving details in the first insance, but never missing a chance to stroke his own ego. “Missed you the whole time, though.”
There was a very common misconception about him – about him being cold and stonehearted. Harvey was one of the biggest softies you’d ever met; he had immediately taken to you when you met 2 years ago and made sure to look out for you, even if he would playfully give you shit. You considered yourself extremely lucky to be let in to his softest and most vulnerable side and you never took it for granted, always ensuring he knew how much you appreciated his trust, and how much it was reciprocated.
“I missed me, too. And Mike and Donna and Rachel. Even Louis.” You were teasing him and he knew it. Harvey could take it just as much as he could dish it out and it made for a wonderful dynamic between the two of you.
“Yeah, whatever. What did you do today, hm?” You pouted thinking back on your Harvey-less day, knowing that you had missed him, too. You let out a deep, overly dramatic sigh before responding.
“Oh, y’know. Had a hotel nap, went for a walk on the beach during the sunset, looked hot doing it.” You smiled as you recounted your day in the same style as he did, despite your lingering sadness that he hadn’t joined you on your four-day beach getaway. “Wish you could’ve joined me.” Your pout had returned and Harvey could hear it in your voice.
Just as you went to pick up your mug and take a sip of your coffee, you heard the FaceTime tone come from your phone. You eagerly accepted, bouncing slightly at the thought of seeing your love’s face appear on your screen despite it only being a day since you’d seen him last.
All of your sadness melted away the second you saw him. A bright smile appeared on both of your faces, starry eyed and cheeks slightly flushed.
“God,” he mumbled, “you’re so pretty.” Harvey’s hushed words made your cheeks flush deeper and you hid your face behind your coffee mug. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl. The ocean has treated you so well already.”
He was right. You lived and worked in the city, but you needed a beachy getaway to keep you sane and happy.
“The ocean treats me almost as well as you do,” you whispered, stroking your phone screen with a feather-light touch, heart hurting at the sight of your lover. He smiled in response but didn’t say anything. Harvey was notoriously bad at accepting compliments like this – one’s that complimented his vulnerable and soft side rather than the normal things like his looks or work ethic. “I wish you could’ve come with me. I miss you.”
“I know, baby. I miss you, too. But it won’t be long before you’re with me again, and we’ll do the next one together, abroad somewhere. Okay?”
You nodded your reply, nervous to speak from the threat of your tears falling in front of Harvey. You weren’t sure what had you so emotional, and you could see that it was upsetting Harvey to see you in this way.
“Will you at least stay while I get ready for bed?” You were speaking quietly, needlessly worried he’d reject your idea, craving his presence in your space and his arms around your frame.
“Of course I will. Always do.”
You busied yourself with putting your mug away and brushing your teeth to get ready for bed, you and Harvey engaging in a light and meaningless conversation. He kept joking with you and flirting with you as if you weren’t his long-term partner, and you welcomed the distraction. When you finally got into bed and tucked yourself in, Harvey had done the same. You both stayed on the phone with each other in your sleep, trying to mimic being in the same bed, even though you most certainly weren’t.
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You were woken up by a firm knock on your hotel room door. The light was cracking in through the curtains and when you checked your phone, the time read 10:43am. You always allowed yourself a lie in when you weren’t in the city, and today was no different. You padded across to the door and checked the peephole, wanting to see who was at your door before you opened it. To your dismay, the person on the other side of the door had covered the peephole; you reluctantly opened the door, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
You heard his voice before you clocked that he was in your doorway. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Did someone ask for a wake-up call?”
Harvey was in your hotel. At your door. Holding an overnight bag and his signature cheeky smile. Your heart swelled with joy and you immediately jumped into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, tears prickling at your eyes.
“You’re here, why are you here, what are you doing here?” Your words were rushed and joined together frantically, eager to understand how your boyfriend was in your beachside hotel rather than his New York City corner office.
“I missed you, you missed me. Here I am.” He was holding you up with one hand, the other hand in your hair and his bag dropped onto the floor.
You tucked your face into his neck, kissing the skin there lightly, your hand tangled in his hair. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” you whispered, scared to speak any louder in case he evaporated away and this moment was exposed as a dream.
He pulled your head gently out from it’s spot resting on his shoulder, stroking your cheek and still holding you close to him. He leaned in to you, kissing you soft and gentle, as if you’d break right there in his hands. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead on yours, still stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“Believe it. You needed me, here I am. Now let me in and let’s go back to bad.”
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chapter six
and if you ask me to, daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, i’ma give you the world
author: writing this had me sobbing a few times and i truly hope you'll love it as much as i do. let's keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, and that i do not know nor am associated (unfortunately) to any of the real people mentioned here. tw: massive fluff, description of anxiety, angst
word count: 7.758k words
It wasn’t a long drive to the estate, but the portion of time you spent in your car parked out front was longer than what you had planned - lost in your thoughts, you made an effort to gather a bit more of the courage you knew you still had in your core to now face the most significant person in this whole chaos: your daughter, the love of your life. You knew Lily would eventually bring up so many questions that your only hope was that she’d wait for Mason to be around, but knowing her all too well, her focus would be entirely on meeting her dad; you could already see the twinkle in her eyes, the impatience hovering over her making that little human pace relentlessly whenever she had to wait for things to happen when they should and not on her time - which was nothing like you, because you considered yourself fairly patient. So that was another thing she probably got from Mason.
With another sigh parting your lips, you eventually made your way to the big house - only to be welcomed by your mum’s frantic screams that Christmas was ruined, by your dad’s hopeless and anguished glance, and a pair of tiny arms that made your entire world stop because nothing else mattered. Lily held you tight like you’d been away for years and not for just a few hours. “I missed you, mummy. Abuelita is angry,” she pouted, her big hazel eyes gleaming with tears she seemed to be containing for a while now.
“Oh baby,” you cooed. “What happened?”
Lily carefully explained the same way she heard: there was a big snowstorm and pretty much every family member that was expected to join them for Christmas wouldn’t be able to make it. So far, it was just the four of you, Emma (your cousin, daughter of your father’s brother), and her two children, Louis and Oscar, the 8-year-old twins. Inevitably, your thoughts went straight to Mason and how having him there would be perfect. Not the way your mum truly wanted, but it’d make Lily happy and whatever made your daughter happy, also made your parents happy.
Back in Surrey, Mason quickly typed you a message after declining two of your calls.
Watching half of his family still in shock with the news he just dropped could be amusing if it wasn’t something so serious - although Mason was sure that, at some point in life, they’d all have a good laugh about it. His sister’s soft hand squeezing his shoulder felt reassuring, but Mason could still feel his heart pounding against his chest and the silence filling his large living room was the scariest sound he had ever heard. Lewis was the first one to break it with a sigh, and Mason could only hope he’d say something funny to break the tension, but it didn’t happen - at least not yet.
“Are you sure she’s yours?” Lewis questioned and Mason scanned his dad’s face starting to turn red, the veins in his forehead throbbing under Lew’s question.
Before Mason could answer, Jaz took a step forward and went big sister mode just like he expected she would. “Let’s not rule out a DNA test, but you’ve all met this little girl before.” The confused look on their faces swapped back to shock once Jasmine showed them Lily’s picture - Debbie had tears in her eyes and glanced at Mason, desperately waiting for him to say something, but the truth was he was never the one to hide this from them.
“I know it’s a shock to all of you, as it is for me too,” Mason began, swallowing a sob before he could start weeping the way he did this morning. “But I need you all with me in this because everything I’ll do from now on is for her, it’s not about me. I need you all to make this about her as well.” It seemed like those words were all his mum needed to ultimately allow those insisting tears to roll down her cheeks and search for her husband’s hand, who softly squeezed it, giving her the comfort she needed that everything would be just fine in the end. “This is far from how I expected it’d be,” Mason added. “But I can’t say that I’m not happy. I truly can’t wait to be with her and be the father she deserves.”
As Mason nervously rubbed his hands on his jeans, trying to control how sweaty and shaky they were, he observed his dad end the short distance between them and pull him into a hug. He didn’t need words from Tony to know his dad was proud of how he was handling the situation, and whatever damage control they’d eventually have to do would be properly taken care of. But, at this moment, it was all about her. It was about making sure that Lily would have everything she always wished for, and deserved.
Mason knew it would be the biggest challenge of his life, he didn’t have 9 months to prepare himself nor to understand how it was to be a father. What if he wasn’t able to love her unconditionally, or to be everything she expected he’d be? What if he ended up being the worst dad he could possibly be? His only hope was in what his father himself represented - Tony taught him to be a good man, to fight for his family, and to be honest and decent.
Mason’s life wasn’t his own anymore, and that frightened him to the core, but he also felt prepared to fully embrace all the changes that’d come with it because deep down, he knew it’d be worth it.
While Jasmine distracted his parents and brother with pictures and the few stories and details she knew about, Mason hurried to call you back. While he waited for you to pick up, he thought how odd something so simple also felt so intimate - calling you, someone he thought about from time to time, to talk about the life you two shared. A beautiful little girl, whom he couldn’t wait to meet.
“Hello?” you breathed on the other side of the phone, trying to concentrate on the call and on Lily jumping on your bed after having a large cup of cocoa with marshmallows. “Lilian Maisie, I swear to God that if you vomit on this bed…”
Mason couldn’t hold back a laugh, but he also felt his chest clenching a bit with the sudden urge to be there. “Hi, it’s me. Mason.”
“Mase, hi!” he grinned at the nickname, loving how it sounded coming from you. “I tried to call you before.”
“I know, I was with my family. I told them about Lily.”
“Oh? How did it go?”
During most of the talk, you felt yourself going a bit dizzy from holding your breath. It was almost like you were waiting for something bad to happen like you were ready to protect your daughter from everything and everyone, but his family’s reaction was expected and you couldn’t really imagine what they were going through, but you felt deeply sorry and embarrassed to be the one causing it - muttering “I’m so sorry, Mason” during the phone call was the least you could do, and although it was sweet of him, the fact that Mason kept telling you to stop apologising didn’t make things easier. You knew you’d have to work hard to fix things, and that as long as it wouldn’t affect her routine, it was their right to have a free pass to your daughter’s life whenever they wanted.
“Did you tell her?” Mason asked, chewing the inside of his cheeks as he anxiously waited for an answer.
“No,” you heard him sigh. “But only because I wanted to ask you something first.” Mason softly hummed, waiting for you to continue. “Would you like to spend Christmas with your daughter, Mase? Bring your family too, or don’t, I dunno. But they’re all more than welco-”
“Yes, I’d very much like to spend Christmas with her,” Mason interrupted. “With you two.”
Insane was the only word you and Mason could find to address this entire situation, it was all happening so fast that you two shared something in common: fear. Of not giving everyone time to process the news, of dropping this on Lily’s shoulders, and, somehow, causing more damage than good. For Lily, it wouldn’t be just meeting her dad, as he was also her best friend’s uncle - no matter how mature she seemed to be, Lily was still just a child and you and Mason feared her reaction. He was particularly terrified of not being good enough, that she’d be disappointed when she found out he’s her dad but you repeatedly told him that Lily loved him unconditionally.
He couldn’t deny that he was a bit disappointed to be going alone, but it made sense that his family decided to stay behind, saying that this moment was private. In a quick phone call with Jaz, she promised they were considering joining your family for Boxing Day and that they all appreciated the invitation - Jaz mentioned how her mum’s emotions were everywhere, wanting to know everything she possibly could about her granddaughter, so you kindly sent a few pictures and videos of Lily growing up.
While the kids were playing, you took the opportunity to let your parents know about your decision to invite Mason, which seemed to make your mum quite happy. You also had to update Emma, who had always been one of the most discreet and private members of the family; she pulled you into a hug and said you could count on her for anything and, between giggles, that she’d do her best to control her twins who were obsessed about football just like any other boys their age. Although overwhelming, it also felt like a relief to be able to finally tell people about Lily’s dad.
You were finally alone with Lily in her room, braiding her hair the way she liked, as she moved unquietly on the chair placed in front of the mirror. “Peanut, sit still please,” you hummed, a frustrated moan parting your lips seeing your request was pointless.
“But I want to know what the surprise is!” Lily pouted, little arms crossed against her chest.
“It won’t be a surprise anymore if I tell you,” you winked, not letting her see how amused you were when she huffed and finally sat still.
Always independent and self-sufficient, Lily politely dismissed your help when she went to pick an outfit. You instructed her to go for something warm, and even if she seemed a bit confused with the tights, she managed to do it all on her own, which brought you both comfort and nostalgia to see her growing up so fast. Until weeks ago, when Jasmine walked into your lives, it was just the two of you against the world and although you believed it to be enough, of course, there was always something missing and not just for her - you missed it too, having someone to share the wonders of the things she did that were so little to some, but so meaningful to you; and you knew that no one could fill that gap better than Lily’s father.
As he drove to your place, Mason pictured all different scenarios of him meeting Lily. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the mixture of excitement and fear that coursed through him - Mason rehearsed the moment countless times in his mind since he found himself alone, yet he also knew that nothing could truly prepare him for it. As the GPS showed he was getting closer and closer to the estate, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed him.
His mind raced with questions. Would she really like him, like you said? Would she be scared? Could he truly be the father she deserved? Mason felt his chest filling with both hope and dread. The weight of all those years, unaware there was a little yet huge piece of him out in the world, pressed down on him - the years he had missed, the milestones he hadn’t been there for. Mason couldn’t let a grudge take over him, there was no point now.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves once he spotted the large gate in front of him. Definitely, no one could ever say it was for the money, he thought, eyes curiously scanning the manor behind the gates - Mason didn’t have to announce his arrival, as he watched it slowly open for him. Not far away, he could spot your figure, standing outside the white door. You seemed as nervous as he was.
As Mason parked his car between a brand new black Range Rover and a racing green Aston Martin Valour he recognised as being limited edition, Mason felt the palms of his hands sweat even more. This wasn’t his usual habitat, none of his friends nor acquaintances were this wealthy. Part of him felt uncomfortable, but the other was relieved to know you were the opposite he’d expect someone this wealthy to be - he instantly assumed your family was as lovely as you.
When your eyes finally met his, you caught him wiping his hands on his jeans. You two could hear the loud waves of laughter of children coming from inside the house, filling the silence between you but Mason felt disconnected, focused solely on meeting his daughter. He finally stood tall in front of you, cheeks pink from the cold but he looked as gorgeous as ever - Mason seemed to relax a bit under your touch when you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Mason,” you said softly. “We’ll do it together and it’s going to be okay, she’s the sweetest girl.”
Mason let out a heavy breath, the smell of mint and the warmth coming from him made you feel slightly dizzy, but you quickly put yourself together. “I just don’t want to scare her,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. You felt sorry for him. “I want this to be perfect.”
You smile warmly. “Just be yourself. She’s naturally a curious little girl and knows I’ve planned a surprise for her, but you’re her biggest dream and everything she always wanted,” you said. “Besides a dog. She desperately wants a dog.”
The way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed was adorable and you could swear your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you, Y/n. For everything so far. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”
“It’s been a journey,” you acknowledged, a soft smile curling the sides of your lips as you felt your cheeks flush pink by the sudden touch of his skin on yours - Mason held your pinky with his, his eyes never leaving yours. “But Lily deserves to know her father, and you deserve to know your daughter. This is the right thing.” Mason nodded, and your eyes fell to your pinkies intertwined. “Shall we?”
Mason’s breath caught in his throat as you guided him inside the manor, and he loved that despite all the wealth, it felt like home - the warmth, the laughs, and the smell of freshly baked biscuits soothed his nerves. He carefully scanned every little detail as you guided him upstairs, then down a hallway adorned with family photos and children’s artwork. You stopped in front of a door decorated with colourful stickers spelling out ‘Lilian’.
“Can you wait inside as I go get her?” Mason nodded and walked into the bedroom after you opened the door for him. “I’ll be back with her in a minute.”
When you left, Mason found himself not knowing what to do, again. His eyes quickly scanned his daughter’s bedroom - it was smaller than he expected, it had a fantastic garden view, and walls painted in baby yellow and white. There were lots of books, a wall full of artwork, ballet stuff, and, last but not least, a football - which made him smile warmly as his chest filled with pride.
“Am I getting my surprise now, mummy?” He heard his sweet voice and Mason swallowed a sob, trying not to look like a creep standing behind that door.
“Mhmm, you can say so. I truly believe you’ll love it, angel.” You replied and he smiled at how sweet you sounded talking to her. “I won’t ask you to close your eyes because I know you won’t,” his daughter replied with a giggle, that made him want to burst into tears.
As the door slowly opened, Mason fully embraced the moment when his life wasn’t just his anymore. There she was, his little girl, looking at him with hazel eyes filled with curiosity - Mason felt like he was looking at himself. She had light brown hair that fell in loose curls around her face. The moment Mason saw her, time seemed to stand still. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a surge of emotions he had never experienced before. There was an intense mixture of love, joy, and an almost unbearable ache. The sight of her, so small and innocent, with features that mirrored his own, hit him with a profound sense of connection and loss for the time they had spent apart. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes welled up with tears.
Mason realised in that instant just how much he had missed, and how much he wanted to be part of her life. The room seemed to blur around him, and all he could focus on was Lily. His daughter. The word felt both foreign and incredibly right. He was overwhelmed by the desire to protect her, to know her, and to make up for lost time.
“Hello Lily,” Mason said softly, crouching down to her level as you guided her to him. “Remember me?”
Lily nodded. “Is Summer my surprise?” She sounded both excited and confused as she studied him with cautious interest, her mind racing as she tried to understand why her best friend’s uncle was there.
He smiled and shook his head, trying to steady his nerves, eyes looking up searching for yours in a silent ask for help.
“No, baby,” you cooed, “Mason is your surprise.”
Lily’s eyes lit up with interest, head tilted to the side. “Why?”
“Because you’re Maisie and Mason,” he watched you crouching down next to her, your hand softly caressing her back as her full attention was still on him. “Remember all those nights you asked the stars to bring your daddy to you?”
Mason swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes burning with tears - he couldn’t cry now, he didn’t want Lily to see him crying, but he felt so overwhelmed by knowing how much she wanted him. The thought of that precious little girl wishing for her dad every night was one of the most painful he ever experienced, and in that moment Mason silently promised he’d never let her go through that again.
When your words finally hit her, Lily’s jaw slightly dropped and her eyes searched for yours, but quickly went back to Mason - he noticed how her little eyes teared up and she pouted, clearly experiencing a mixture of emotions that were a bit too much for her.
“You’re my daddy?” She sniffed, her voice barely above a whisper, still trying to process what was unfolding before her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mason finally allowed tears to stream down his face as he nodded. “Yes, I’m your daddy.”
For a moment that felt like forever, Lily was silent, and Mason couldn’t ignore how you silently reassured her that it was fine to feel everything she was feeling, validating it, by either squeezing her shoulder or running your fingers through her hair. Then, with a sudden burst of emotion, Lily threw her tiny arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Mason felt a surge of warmth and love as he hugged her back, his heart overflowing. “I always wanted a daddy,” she said softly.
You didn’t know how you managed to hold your tears until now, but seeing the wide smile on his face and how Mason sighed in relief, you just couldn’t hold them back any longer. You muffled a sob by covering your mouth with your hand, and the way Mason’s hand searched for yours while not letting Lily go filled your heart with love.
He held her close, his voice choked with emotion. “And I always wanted you, Lily. I’m so happy I found you.”
Mason knew this was just the beginning, but he felt ready to face whatever came next with his daughter, and you, by his side. Lily pulled back slightly, her small hands cupping his face, making Mason giggle. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she curiously scanned his face.
“Summer is my cousin,” she said, a wide smile on her lips when Mason nodded. “Does she know?”
“Not yet,” Mason replied, “But we can tell her together and I’m sure she’ll be really happy.”
As if her thoughts and what was happening were still sinking in, Lily suddenly threw herself back in Mason’s arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her cry - even so, not once did Mason let go of your hand, which was the reassurance you needed to know that things would be alright and that you two would do it together, because you were a family now. You two were everything Lily needed.
“You’re the best Christmas present in the world, Masey,” a slight disappointment coursed down his spine when Lily called him by his nickname, but he’d never rush her to call him ‘dad’. “I-I mean, da-“
“It’s alright, bubba,” Mason interrupted her, softly kissing her forehead when Lily pulled back again. “You can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable, yeah?”
She silently nodded, smiling at him when he wiped her tears. You felt your heart skip a beat at the gesture.
“Do you want to see the drawings I did today?” she asked, small hands reaching his. Lily smiled again when she noticed he was still holding yours.
Mason smiled back, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “I’d love to, sweetheart.”
You gently squeezed his hand, letting it go before Lily led him to her drawing table, where colourful sketches of flowers, animals, and fantastical scenes covered the surface. Lily picked one of her favourites, a vibrant drawing of a butterfly garden, and handed it to him. Mason took the drawing, marvelling at the details and creativity - she really was everything you’d told him, and seeing that by himself filled him with pride. Lily was part of him, she was also his, and he could barely believe that he managed to do that when he often doubted he could do something good, something beyond special.
“This is one of my best,” she said proudly.
“I love the colours you used,” he said, showing interest, which made her eyes sparkle. “You’re the most talented artist.
Lily beamed at the praise, making you chuckle. “Can we draw together sometime, Masey? And play football too?”
“I’d like that very much,” Mason replied, crouching down her level again, holding her hands. “We can do everything you want.”
You watched your daughter narrow his eyes at him as a cheeky smile curled the sides of her lips. “Can we go get a dog now?”
“Lilian Maisie!” you scolded her but couldn’t hold back the happiness that bubbled up inside you and ended up letting a loud laugh part your lips. The way the three of you laughed, filling the room with so much joy and peace made you feel lighter.
Mason leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead again and wrapped his arms around her small figure, lifting her in the air as she squealed between giggles. “Let’s stick to football and drawing, yeah?”
Lily nodded in approval and kissed his cheeks. He was her daddy and he was a lot more than she ever dreamed of; the fact that he was also her best friend’s uncle, which made Summer her cousin, was something Lily still couldn’t believe - she wanted to scream, to see her bestie as soon as possible, hug her and never let her go. There was so much happiness inside her chest that it brought tears back to her eyes, and as she silently watched Mason with what felt like a permanent frown, Lily felt hot tears wet her cheeks again.
“Are you staying forever?” she sniffed, cupping his face with her small hands again.
Mason nodded, wiping her tears with gentle kisses. “Forever, bubba. I’m never leaving you,” he whispered against her skin, and you had to sit on her bed as you felt your legs weaken at how wholesome that moment was.
“Do you promise?” Lily insisted.
“I promise.”
The three of you spent the next hours drawing and chatting, with Lily sharing stories about her favourite things - she proudly told her daddy about being very good at football and was particularly happy when he told her that he was there for the ballet recital. Mason listened intently, soaking in every little detail, every laugh, and every smile. She was indeed the sweetest girl, and as he reached again for your hand - his pinky intertwined with yours - Mason felt a sense of peace and fulfilment that he had never known before.
As the evening drew to a close, and Mason had memorised pretty much every inch of his daughter’s face and how incredible she was, a knock on the door brought the three of you back to Earth. With the kindest smile on her face and pride in her eyes, your mum’s face beamed with happiness as she watched Lily glued to her father.
“Hi,” her voice was soft, and kind, and Mason felt oddly comfortable for a first meeting. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but we’re all starting to get ready for Christmas dinner.”
You noticed Mason was slightly confused since it was still the 24th, but you patiently explained that you always had two celebrations: one on the 24th because it was part of your mum’s culture and your dad didn’t want to change it for her, which Mason thought it was quite romantic of him; and the other on the 25th. He liked how you all seemed to be pretty close and supportive, how your mum was very discreet and talked to him like it wasn’t the first time they were seeing each other - she treated him like family, just like you told him before.
Even so, Mason stood up still holding Lily in his arms, and walked towards your mum. “Hi ma’am, I’m Mason,” he smiled politely and the way your mum sighed in delight made you want to run away and hide. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“He’s my daddy, abuelita,” Lily said proudly, making you all chuckle.
“Is he really, amor?” your mum winked at her. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Mason. We settled the guest room for you.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” your mum nodded at his words with a gentle smile on her lips and, after blowing a kiss to your daughter, left.
The hardest task was convincing Lily to let Mason go but he was so gentle and so patient that she didn’t argue when he offered her choices - he definitely understood how tantrums worked, but also understood how much she wanted to spend every second of every minute with him after years of not having him. Together, the three of you went downstairs so Mason could pick up his small luggage as you waited inside and Lily watched him through the window.
“Are you happy, baby?” you asked, running your fingers down her hair.
Lily nodded. “So much, mummy. This is the best Christmas ever!”
She was naturally a happy little girl, but you couldn’t remember seeing her this happy - you also couldn’t shake the feeling that such happiness could’ve come much earlier if you’d searched for him before. The way Mason smiled at her as he made his way back to the house was the sweetest in the world, and before he could even open the door, Lily stormed out to welcome him back. You guided him to the guest room, which was between yours and Lily’s, and Mason awkwardly kissed your cheek before you separated and it was just you and Lily again.
“What is it?” you asked, watching your daughter grinning at you.
“He kissed you, mummy!” Lily whispered between giggles like she was sharing a silly secret. You felt your cheeks burn under her comment but didn’t reply or she’d turn it into an endless teasing.
“Let’s focus on what you’ll wear, yeah?”
Lily nodded. “Can we match outfits, mummy?”
“I suppose we can, peanut.”
The way Lily was focusing a lot more on what you were wearing rather than focusing on herself wasn’t suspicious considering you knew your daughter all too well, Lily was always up to something when she hyper-focused on one thing and made that thing her little project - still, you wouldn’t ruin this for her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, so that’s how you two ended wearing matching white knit sweaters, black tights and tweed skirts. It was both adorable and funny, but the cherry on top was Mason wearing pretty much the same colours as you, except his sweater had some pretty details in navy blue - he seemed amused by it as there was a permanent grin on his lips as the three of you went downstairs to meet the rest of your family.
You noticed a slight change in his posture when the sound of your father’s voice reached you, so this time it was your turn to hold his pinky as a gesture that it’d be just fine and he had nothing to worry about. Mason seemed surprised by it but also seemed to relax, offering you a warm smile in return, a smile that made your heart beat slightly faster. Before walking into the living room, you let go of him, which got Mason more upset than he expected but he shook it off.
“There you are!” cheered your father, his arms wide open as he ran past you and went straight to Mason. “I was wondering when I’d see you, lad.”
The older man’s sympathy caught him a bit off guard in the most positive way as two main things could make him dislike Mason: getting his daughter pregnant and being a Chelsea player, but still, there he was treating him as if they were longtime buddies. You let go of the fact that your dad pretty much ignored your presence, knowing that there was a chance that he was slightly starstruck that Mason was in his living room. You grinned when Mason glanced at you - a playful smirk curling his lips - before your dad put his arm over Mason’s shoulder and guided him to his collection of overpriced whisky. They were followed by your cousin’s twins, who couldn’t believe that THE Mason Mount was there.
It was just you, your mum, and Emma now, and noticing how Lily seemed a bit upset that her father was the centre of all the attention, you decided to do a FaceTime call with Willow and Jaz. Lily was the one to tell her auntie Willow that her daddy was there with them, that he was staying forever, and that she’d convince him to get her a dog - something you protested again, but asked yourself for how long you’d be able to avoid another addition to the family and one more responsibility on your hands. You promised Willie to keep her updated and that they could meet for a girls’ night once you were back in London, something she was more than happy about, and promised she’d have a very fun schedule for both of you so you could take a break from all the recent stress that surrounded you.
The next one was Jasmine, who answered faster than you expected, which made you giggle as she seemed overly excited to know everything saying Mason hadn’t told her with all the details she wanted. “We’ll have to meet when I’m back in London so I can give you the detailed version,” you said, watching her roll her eyes at you on the other side of the screen.
“You two are the perfect match, no surprise you have a daughter together,” Jaz teased, making your cheeks blush. “Did he cry?”
“He’d cry even if he was a robot, Jaz. It was a very touching moment,” you admitted and she gave you a warm smile. “I’m happy with how well it went, Lily is having the time of her life although right now she’s a bit upset by my dad monopolising him.”
Jasmine let out a cheerful laugh. “He was so nervous to meet your dad,” she confessed. “I’m so happy it went well, Y/n. It’s so important for Lily that he’s there for her.”
You nodded, chewing your lower lip, trying your best not to cry again. “How did your family react, though?”
“Oh well, they still can’t really believe it. I think my mum is still in shock, she keeps saying that she should’ve known when they met, like some sort of grandmother's sixth sense,” you felt your chest clench a bit, knowing it was you who caused this.
“It’s not her fault,” you mumbled, watching Jaz nod. “Is she there now? Do you guys want to see Lily?”
Jaz opened a wide and sweet smile for you and moved her phone just a bit, Debbie was sitting right next to her, with Summer on her lap. Your cheeks blushed at how emotional she seemed to be and you just wanted to hug her and apologise for all the mess you made and for taking five years of her life with Lily, but you’d do it in person.
“Hi auntie Y/n,” Summer said, waving at you.
“Oh sweetie, hello. Someone here wants to see you,” you walked towards Lily, who was sitting on the floor drawing something. Her face lit up when she saw her best friend’s face on the screen.
“Sumi!” Lily tried to take the phone from your hand but you gently pulled away, afraid she’d let slip something that was meant to be told in person. She pouted a little but seemed to understand the message. “I have so much to tell you!”
Amused by your daughter’s excitement, Summer giggled. “I miss you, Lili,” the little girl said, and you noticed how their interaction made Debbie emotional.
You discreetly pointed at Debbie so your daughter would acknowledge her too but you noticed how her cheeks blushed, and she seemed relieved that Debbie took the first step and asked her if she was having fun. Lily showed the drawing she was finishing shortly before the call.
“This is me in the middle, my mummy and my daddy. Now that I know him I can paint his hair colour,” you melted at how she explained every detail. “This is Mr. Peanut, the dog my daddy will give me when we can convince mummy.”
You narrowed at her but she just giggled, followed by Mason right behind you - the way he just stood there watching Lily was the sweetest, a warm smile on his lips. ‘It’s your mum’ you mumbled to him, and you noticed how happy that information made him feel because his smile doubled the size. Right behind him, your dad smiled proudly at you and blew you a kiss. Lily said goodbye to her and ran straight to Mason, while you talked to Jaz for a few more minutes while he and your dad entertained the little one. Shortly after you said goodbye to her and Debbie, you heard Lily slightly upset about her interaction with the latter.
“Do you think she’s upset I didn’t call her grandma?”
Mason shook his head and leaned a bit to kiss the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “Never,” he assured her. “Don’t worry about that bubba. Take your time, yeah? There’s no need to rush.”
Noticing this was a father and daughter moment, your dad walked away and linked his arm to yours, guiding you to where your mum and cousin were while Mason walked with Lily in his arms to see the Christmas lights that decorated the garden, through the window. They were so comfortable with each other that it felt like this wasn’t even their first day together.
Your mum welcomed you with a glass of white wine - she seemed much calmer now even if pretty much the whole family didn’t make it due to the snowstorm.
“Family is family, there’s lots of them missing but what we have tonight is perfect,” she pointed at Lily and Mason. “I’ve never said this to you, but that’s what I’ve been longing to see. My granddaughter with her father.”
“I think he’ll be a great one,” your father added, sipping his whisky. “You can see that he’s trying, the least we can do is to make him feel comfortable.”
Their support, from the very beginning, was one of the things that made you stronger whenever you had to face the challenges of motherhood - your parents were never there to spoil you nor treat you like some sort of victim but rather made you see all the options you had and each of the consequences that followed according to whatever choice you decided to make.
Completely taken by your emotions, you threw yourself in your dad’s arms and your mum joined for a family hug. Being an only child had never been a problem when your parents were so present, despite such busy lives they had. They never missed the most important moments of your life and were always there whenever you needed them. Those two were your best friends.
For the rest of the evening, all of you enjoyed proper family time with games, stories shared between laughs and fantastic food cooked by your mum - she always dismissed the staff so they could spend the holidays with their families and the food was entirely her responsibility. She blushed when Mason said it was one of the best he ever had, and you knew he wasn’t just trying to find a way to her heart. He actually meant it.
“Mummy,” you felt Lily softly poke your ribs, seeming a bit shy to say what was on her mind. You offered her a kind smile in return. “Do you think there’s still time to rewrite my letter to Santa?”
You frowned. “Why, baby?”
“I’ve changed my mind. I think I can wait for the ice skates, I want to ask Santa for my dad to still be here in the morning.”
That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. “Oh baby,” you cooed, pulling a string of hair from her face, and took her in your arms, sitting on the same armchair where you first spoke to her while still pregnant. “He’s not leaving”.
“I just want to make sure, mummy…”
“I know, we’ll write if that’s what you want,” you quickly replied, not wanting to invalidate her feelings. “You know when you were still in my tummy and was the size of a bean,” she giggled. “I sat in this armchair and spoke to you for the first time. I promised I’d try to be the best mummy to you and sometimes I wish I was better.”
“You’re the best mummy in the world,” Lily said, her small hand touching your face as her thumb softly stroked your cheek. You smiled softly.
“Now, in this same armchair, I promise that he’s not leaving. Your daddy is staying forever and now you have another grandma and grandpa, you have a cousin, aunties, uncles…”
“Do you think they’ll like me?” she mumbled, hazel eyes looking at you like she could see your soul.
“They’ll love you, peanut.”
“I’ll love them too,” she said before a long yawn, blinking a few times as she was clearly starting to fight against her need to sleep. “But I’ll always love you the most, mummy…” Lily mumbled before her eyes finally closed and, after a long sigh, her body finally relaxed in your arms and the usual low, cute snores started.
All the love that your daughter gave you had always been something that overwhelmed you. The way her face lights up when you pick her up at school, how she always wants to show you first the new things she learns, and how she’s always checking on you and making sure you’re happy were a few of the things that made you know for sure that if soulmates were indeed real, Lily was yours. Pride always coursed through your veins whenever she showed an act of kindness, and joy involved your entire being knowing that it had influence of how well you raised her - still, you still couldn’t shake the anguish that made your chest clench whenever you thought about how you prived her from another life the moment you decided to hide her from Mason. That was the feeling that kept you up for hours, rolling from one side to the other in bed, with the desperate need to cry always hovering over you.
After putting on your robe and grabbing the baby monitor, you guided your tired body to the kitchen and, trying not to make too much noise, prepared yourself a cup of chamomile tea hoping it’d save your life. You enjoyed the combination of silence and the sweet hot liquid relaxing your body - the house was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Lost in your thoughts, you sat at the kitchen table staring at the half-empty cup, replaying the events of the past weeks over and over in your mind.
You heard soft footsteps and looked up to see Mason entering the kitchen, his face pretty much like yours: etched with worry and exhaustion. He hesitated a bit at the doorway before stepping in, your eyes meeting his.
“Can’t sleep too?” you asked gently, watching him take a seat across from you.
Mason shook his head. “Too much on my mind.”
You nodded, your gaze dropping to the table. Taking a deep breath, you felt your voice trembling as you spoke. “I need to say something.”
Mason looked at you, sensing the weight of your words. “Go ahead, Y/n. I’m listening.”
You wrung your hands, struggling to find the right words. Looking at him again, you felt a knot forming in your throat. “I feel so guilty about keeping Lily away from you. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing at the time, but I realise it was a lot more about protecting myself rather than protecting her. Seeing you with her now… and how happy she is. I feel awful, and I know I was wrong.”
Mason sighed deeply, his emotions a turbulent mix of anger, sadness, and understanding.“I confess that this is like… my worst nightmare. A child from a casual hookup,” he confessed, and you felt tears burning your eyes. “And knowing this child exists five years later did make me angry. I’ve missed so much of her life and there’s so many things involved.”
Tears welled up in his eyes but you watched him wipe them away quickly. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.
“I can’t just insert myself in her life without thinking about every detail, it’s much deeper because I bring a lot with me to everyone that’s part of my life,” much to your surprise, Mason reached for your hand, and, with your heart skipping a beat, your pinkies intertwined again. “I’m angry and hurt but I’m willing to push that away because I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, at the same time. Lily is incredible, she’s sweet and kind and you’ve been doing a fantastic job. She’s more than I could’ve hoped for, so I’ll fight everyone and everything to keep her safe. To keep you safe too.”
You didn’t wipe the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “I robbed you those first five years and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that, but I hope you can, for Lily’s sake. She deserves to have both of her parents.”
Mason’s gaze softened as he looked at you. “I need to feel that I can trust you, forgiveness will eventually come, but it’s also not like I hate you,” you watched how his cheeks suddenly blushed. “I think you’re amazing and I often thought about you and always hoped that I could find you someday.”
“Just not under this circumstance, yeah?” you added, and you two shared a laugh that pushed away whatever tension between you.
Mason nodded, letting go of your hair to stand up from his chair and sit on the one beside you. “I’ll take what life is giving me. We’ll figure it out together, Y/n. For her, and us too,” he pulled you into a comforting hug as you clung to him, your sobs quieting as you found solace in his arms.
“I’m so grateful you’re here, Mason,” you confessed as he stroked your back soothingly.
“We’re a family now, Y/n. It’s going to be tough but we’ll get through whatever comes our way. As long as we keep Lily safe and give her the love and support she deserves, everything will be fine.”
You remained there in the quiet kitchen, holding onto each other, both knowing that while the road ahead would be challenging, you were committed to facing it together for the sake of your daughter. Holding hands, you walked back to the bedroom hallway in silence, and Mason softly kissed your forehead before heading back to his. You stood there for a few minutes, contemplating how his lips felt so good against your skin, before deciding you’d sleep the few hours left for sunrise with Lily. With her hair splattered over the pillow, she had a smile on her lips as she softly hummed words you couldn’t understand, which stopped when you cuddled her under the duvet and finally closed your eyes, letting sleep relax your body.
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Cotton Candy Dream
Bo Sinclair x plus size fem!reader
Slasher band!au
Inspired by @living-dead-author
⚠️NSFW. 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS⚠️
Contains: sexual photos for Bo, him eating you out, dirty talk, rough/passionate sex, fingering, cock warming, it’s kinda fluffy and smutty. NOT PROOFREAD.
He came home after tour, and you were ready for him.
Bo hung his hat on his hook and saw your photo, smiling like the sun and prettier than the stars. He can’t wait to love you, to sing for you at night, and make up for last time. He brought back postcards from every place he’s been for your collection. He also brought back a sweatshirt from St. Louis; it had the state flower on it and the arches.
Bo took off his boots at the stool and looked down. Looking back at him was a face down photo. He took it in his hands and turned it. It’s a photo of you in front of of a mirror wearing a bright red, skin tight, short dress. Your hair was down and looked like it was floating. He swallowed hard as looked down at it. The more he looked at it, the more he felt breathless.
Taking steps into the house, he found another one face down. He picks it off the couch and looks at the picture—
Bo felt his heart stop.
It was you wearing thinly laced socks and pastel blue underwear with a matching tub-top. You laid out in white sheets with your hand up your shirt to give a little peek just to tease him.
He grit his teeth and took in a sharp breath. As he looked up the steps leading to the bedroom, there was a picture in a simple white frame. He came up the steps and picked it up. His pants felt too tight as his eyes gazed on your photograph. All you wore was his hat and a smile. He felt his knees buckle as he traced over your curves. Looking up the steps, he thundered up to find you only to stop again and took the photo off the wall. It was you in all your glory with your makeup beautiful and hair down.
Bo had to find you.
He had to take off his belt and pulled his shirt off as he came closer to the bedroom. The smell of sweet strawberries and honeysuckle put him in a trance as he followed your outlined footsteps.
All of it was worth the follow as he stood in the doorway. He looked at you as you sat on the bed in pastel blue lingerie and white laced socks. He saw every thing he loves about you: curves, stretch marks along your waist, little freckles on your shoulders and arms. He swallowed hard as he leaned against the doorway, mouth going dry.
You smiled at him brightly, the cotton candy dream coming to life in his very eyes. “Welcome home, Bo,” you said sweetly. “Do you like the photos I left?”
Bo pushed himself off the door and held up the pictures. “Ya knew what you were doing, huh?” He asked, a smirk growing. He sets the photos down then takes off his socks. “Sweetheart, in all my days I never thought you would do somethin’ like this.”
You nodded as you moved away on the bed for him to sit and climb up to meet you. “Just missed ya.” The weight made the bed sink as he was on top, both hands on either side of you. “You’ve been gone forever.”
He laughs to himself as he kisses your forehead then trailed down to your neck, nipping at your skin just enough to hear a whimper escape. “Gods, I missed ya, too,” he admits. “Missed your touch an’ your sweet smile.” He kisses your neck. “Every concert I thought of you. Even when I looked out into the crowd, I would see ya in the front row.” His hands held your hips and buried his face into your shoulder, kissing the stretch marks he saw.
You giggle as you combed through his hair. “I lost some weight while you were gone,” you had a proud smile on. “It’s just ten pounds, but I’m happy about it.”
He smile against your skin as his kisses trailed down to your stomach. “Yeah? So proud of you,” he kisses a long stretch mark that went from your lower stomach to your hips. “So, so sweet and soft.”
His eyes looked up at you then your lips. “Kiss me?” You asked.
“Ya never need to ask,” he hums. He lifts himself up and kisses your lips passionately. You tasted like chocolate dipped strawberries and felt like a marshmallow in his touch. “I love you,” he whispers, “I love you.” He sits up to admire you once more. “Now, ya started something, sweetheart, and I’m gonna finish it.”
Bo lifts your hand and kisses it. “I’ll take care of you… promise. I got some time to make up.” He leans down and kisses you sweetly then unbuttons his pants.
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Bo licked your clit and buried his face deeper into you. His hums sent chills through your body as you tried to rock your hips, but his hands held you down. His tongue swirled and sucked, falling into love of your taste. He could have the taste of you in his mouth forever. He lapped you up and ate you like a starved dog.
He sits up and kisses your lips, bruising them as his fingernails raked over your skin. His hands took your breast and kneed them as if they were rolls ready for the oven.
“Oh, darlin’, I missed ya,” he breathes, kissing the other side of your neck. “I missed ya.”
You squirmed under him and tried to find friction between you and his black boxers. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Aw, did ya really missed me like that?”
“Bo, please—“
Your back arched as he bites your shoulder, moaning into your skin. His eyes rolled back; your skin tasted like cake. He sits up and spread your legs as wide as you could go and threw them over his shoulders.
“Did you touch yourself?” He asked, shoving two fingers in you. He listened to your squeak then cry. “Play with yourself while thinkin’ of me?”
“N-no—“ your voice cracked as he shoved a third finger in. “Bo!”
“Don’t lie to me,” he warns, moving his fingers around. He felt like a puppeteer as he pulled your strings and listened to you sing. “I know ya did. I know about that little secret of yours.”
Your eyes rolled as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you slowly. You felt yourself bubbling over. “Bo, please-please…”
He kisses your thigh then bites down. His eyes rolled as you heard you moan his name. “You can’t be doin’ that,” he says. “Only I can make you feel good.” He kisses another part of your thigh. “But I’m jus’ as guilty as sin.” His eyes met yours. “I thought about you when nights were too hot. I imagined you bent over in the tour bus, you pressed against the walls while a crowd watched,” he shivers as he felt you squeeze around his fingers. “I thought about you on your knees while I’m in the bloody priest outfit.”
“Gods, Bo!” Even him describing the situation made the edge in you yarn and dig. Two of the theee things sounded doable, though, but you’ll never tell him. Never. “Please-please, fuck me.��
He pulls his fingers out, licking them. His eyes rolled back as he savored in your taste. “Girl, you’re too sweet for me.” He looks down at you and grins. He felt so love struck by you that he couldn’t help himself but get lost in your eyes. “Be a good girl and hold still.”
Bo pushes himself into you slowly, feeling his eyes roll back, and heard your cry for him drive a knife through his throat. He left you alone for ten months. Ten months too long. He’s selfish; never once did he come home to visit. He left you here so alone with the pet fish in the tank down stairs and a room filled with plants and flowers. How many nights did you call out for him? How many times did you think of him? Missed him?
He was going to make up for it. All of it.
“So-so tight, baby girl,” he breathes. “So-so sweet and soft. So warm and pretty.” He threw his head back once he was fully in. He saw stars as he felt you clinch around him like a lifeline as you tried to find your own pleasure.
He pulls out before slamming back into you. He ruthlessly thrusted into you, hitting a pot he knows you love, and rocked his hips against you. He took his time as he heard you scream his name and cry out loud. He leaned down and kissed your tears as his thrust became deeper and deeper. He knows the pain of missing someone. He knows your pain and hated that he left you alone for this long.
“Forgive me,” he grunts in your ear as he runts into you. “Forgive me for-for being gone ‘is fuckin’ long.” He bites down into your shoulder as he felt you moan, the noise vibrating through your skin and in his teeth. “‘M so cruel. So cruel. Leaving’ ya wanting an’ alone.”
His arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. A hand around your waist and one behind your head. “Look at me,” he growled, fucking you faster and faster. “Look at me in the eyes an’ tell me you forgive me. Tell me, sweetheart.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to focus on him. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought your head forward to bump heads with him. Your eyes found his sweet blue eyes that you could get lost in forever and drown in. “I-I forgive you. I forgive you, Bo—!”
Your words got caught in your throat as he lowered you back down into the sheets. You clenched around him as you felt your body aching and slipping. You didn’t mean to scratch his back as you cummed on his cock. You never cummed hard like this before. You lost your breath as he thrusts through your high, chasing his own lust and need for you. His grunts turned into a growl as he came with you shortly after. It was something you never felt before from him, too. Black spots in your eyes, stars in your vision, your body turning numb under him and turning into putty under him. His thrust became sloppy and sluggish as he slowed down to a stop.
“N-no,” you whimpered, holding onto his hips as he started to pull out. “No… stay-stay like this.”
He nods as he lowered himself down, kissing your lips gently, and rested his head in your shoulder. He breathed heavily against you as he felt himself become limp. “Darlin’,” he managed to say, turning his head to meet with your warm face and soft eyes. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
He felt you slump against him, leaning into his touch. “You here for good?”
“Yeah, for a month or so,” he confirms. “I’m here with you, sugar.”
You smiled at his words. “Good… good.” You whimpered as he pulls out, missing his warmth, and pulled you up. You rested against his chest as started to drift off. “I love you, Bo.”
“I love you more,” he kisses your head and let you drift off safely in his arms. He holds you close as he looked up at the ceiling and the glow stars you put up.
You’re his favorite symphony. His only and greatest symphony.
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whiskey and jazz
gif not mine!
alastor x f!reader
warning: i wrote this at like 3am when i couldn't sleep and i feel like its ass
wc: 771
Your laughter fills the room as you sit at the bar telling stories from your days on earth. Even managing to make Husk chuckle at your antics. It was nice to have a peaceful night after you had to make Charlie take a break. Sending her and Vaggie on a nice date. Sir Pentious began to tell a story from his time on earth. You loved moments like this, Angel being able to not worry about working for his twat of a boss and even Niffty with everyone enjoying a little break. However, you worried Alastor could be lonely so you were going to take some fun to him.
“Husk, give me a whiskey and two glasses” you say while hopping off your chair.
“Where you going kid?” he asks handing you what you asked for.
“To see if Alastor is up for some company. He deserves a break too.” you smile before wishing everyone to continue to have fun.
“We’ll be here if he says no toots! Good luck” Angel’s comment reaches your ears before you head to Alastor’s tower. The “on-air” sign is off but there’s soft jazz playing indicating he’s inside. Knocking softly on the door you stand there silently hoping he opens it. When he does he looks down at you. His smile not leaving his face.
“What can I do for you sweetheart?” he asked stepping aside directing you to enter.
“I wanted to see if you’re up for company. I brought whiskey” you grin at him holding up the bottle. Making your way to the loveseat, sitting the bottle and glasses down on the table.
“I will always accept your company sweetheart. Take a seat” closing the door. He makes his way to sit next to you on the loveseat. He pours you both a glass. Enjoying each other’s company as you nursed your drink.
“Could you tell me a little something about when you were alive?” your question catching Alastor off guard. You cared about knowing what he did when he was alive?
“Why of course my dear. I enjoyed cooking with my mother, especially jambalaya.” he told you as he remembers those times. There’s a softness in your eyes as you look at him while he talks.
“That’s lovely Alastor. Truly” your smile was what he needed. He was frustrated while planning his broadcast and your company came at the perfect time. He told you more about his life until a tune by Louis Armstrong and his Hot Five played through the radio filling the room. He finished his glass before standing up holding his hand out toward you.
“Care for a dance sweetheart?” you threw your drink back before taking his hand. He pulled you up towards him directing you on how to dance. One song turned into two, and two eventually turned into five. The smile on your face as he twirled you around the room made him not want to stop dancing with you. When the two of you finally sat back down another glass was poured and handed your way.
“I talked about myself sweetheart. It is only fair you tell me about yourself” He says leaning back, spreading his legs slightly. You begin thinking of something good to tell him.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed but I cook or bake whenever I feel overwhelmed. I’ve been doing it since I was old enough to be in the kitchen by myself.” he nods, wanting you to continue.
You told him some of your fond memories. Neither of you noticing how late it has gotten. Just sharing stories with one another, to his surprise you asked him about his serial killer days. There was a sparkle in your eyes when you listened to every word he said. He noticed it whenever the two of you spoke. He could also see how tired you were.
“It looks like sleep is calling your name cher” his tone soft, well soft for him.
“I’ll be fine. I want to hear more of your stories Al” you tell him covering your mouth to yawn.
“Find me when you wake up and join me for coffee.” He said standing up bringing you up with him. He brought you close before dissolving into his shadow and ending up in your room.
“Good night my dear” he placed a kiss on top of your head before guiding you to your bed. As you lay down you reach for his hand giving it a light squeeze.
“Goodnight Al” you let go of his hand snuggling into your blankets. He left your room with a genuine smile on his face.
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something that always gets me about louis is that he is so soft and sensitive at heart. he cries at operas, he dances with his family, he gives his sister expensive gifts, he loves to wear fun & stylish clothes, he takes photos and collects art, he loves his daughter, and he loves being in love.
and yet everything seems to trample that softness, whether it be the rugged masculine persona he has to uphold for respectability in NOLA, or the racism & homophobia he is regularly confronted with, or his bad marriages with lestat & armand, or his difficult relationship with claudia, or his struggle with vampirism/killing. and yes, he holds some of the blame in the marriages and much of the blame for claudia, purely because he was desperate to be loved and was willing to do shitty things to get that. and that is my point (yay we love flawed characters!) !! many of louis flaws are motivated by this inner tenderness and desire for affection.
all of these difficult things he goes through push him to act tougher, more assertive, more certain. lestat points out in ep 1 that louis conforms to all these roles that aren’t truly him. but after becoming a vampire, that never really stopped.
so post failmarriage with armand i like to imagine that yes, louis makes up with lestat, but he also finds himself again outside of the context of a romantic relationship and allows himself to be soft in the ways his circumstances haven’t allowed him or he hasn’t allowed himself before. because that’s louis’ whole thing, isn’t it? “botched vampire”. too gentle, too sensitive to be a cold killer like the others and cursed to be anyway. too soft for his own fangs.
#basically why (amc) louis is my fave iwtv character: an essay#im 90% sure this makes no sense because it is very late but im contributing my blorbo analysis to the tumblr ecosystem anyway. enjoy#fable’s stuff#iwtv#iwtv amc#interview with the vampire#interview with the vampire amc#louis de pointe du lac
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IWTV rant incoming, spoilers for both seasons, be forewarned!
I've been seeing far too much Louis hate online recently, and while I'm of the opinion that none of these vamps are completely innocent by nature, I can't help but notice the disproportionate hate on my boy.
Honestly, it feels a little like fandom racism. And I think AMC IWTV fans have convinced themselves that they're beyond such things because of Jacob and Assad, but idk, everyone turning on the Black one at once seems... yucky?
First, I've seen a lot of "Louis is an abuser". Which... is a wild take on a show where most of the main characters hurt everyone around them?
I think some of it is coming from those who saw the episode in season 2 in which it is revealed that the big fight that Louis and Lestat had in S1 was more even than just Lestat beating up Louis, but y'all... we're not supposed to take S1 as a complete fabrication. A lot of y'all keep saying "oh, we haven't met the real Lestat." Sure, not in person and not from his POV until that ending, but we're not supposed to take it as Louis just lying outright. In the series, different from the books, OUR Louis calls Daniel back in 2022 to give him a more accurate version of the story. In the 1970s, he was just trash-talking Lestat. In 2022, he is remembering Lestat fondly while also remembering all the pain Lestat caused him. He only learns at the end of the season that Armand manipulated some of his memories. And only SOME. We're not supposed to think Armand made Louis misremember everything he and Lestat ever did together. So, we can take S1 as a version of the truth, even if it has some holes or misremembered parts... and in S1, Lestat is a scary guy. When Louis fought him, he was fighting a scary monster. You can't talk about it like he was a human man fighting his human partner because he got a little angry. He was a vampire fighting an even stronger vampire who, as far as Louis knew, was capable of awful things. And Lestat stalked Louis when he was still a human, fed on him without consent, killed the priests Louis turned to in fear... none of that was healthy courtship of a lover. To then turn around and call LOUIS the abuser? That's nuts.
And then there's Armand.
Armand is capable of great physical violence without even lifting a finger. You cannot look at me in the face and tell me that Louis slamming him into a wall was *abuse* after finding out that Armand mindfucked him for 70 years. After y'all saw what Armand did to Daniel. After Armand plotted Louis' death while manipulating Louis into thinking he was loved.
"Louis is an abuser" is a wild take after watching both of those seasons. Louis isn't an innocent princess, either, but compared to the two older vampires, he is the main victim of the story. Both Lestat and Armand emotionally abused him, manipulated him, and physically hurt him, and after all of it, he just ends up alone.
Now, believe me, I love Armand and Lestat. I think they're wonderfully awful people, and so much fun to watch, so fun to love, so fun to hate. But I think so many people left season 2 on their sides completely, just because Louis stood up for himself AND admitted that he was wrong about a lot of what he thought he remembered. And in all honesty, I think a lot of y'all like Sam and Assad because they're hot and... Jacob, while hot, is still Black. With Assad, you can give yourselves the benefit of the doubt because he's still a person of color, but he's a non-black person of color...
And Black people are not afforded softness or innocence, the way non-black people are. So, Louis doing something that's not good makes him not good, even if it's in the context of being a vampire. But Lestat and Armand get "brat prince" and "baby girl" even when they're cruel.
And also, it's not great to put the "abuser" label on someone standing up to their abuser. I dunno. Feels kinda yucky, in that sense, too.
Personally, I try to keep these people's vampire incarnations out of human morality, because being a vampire is inherently immoral because you need to kill to stay alive. So, like, when they physically fight, I can excuse it because they know they can't actually do much harm for the most part, because vampires heal fast and can't be easily hurt. But when... idk, you drop your fledgling from an extreme height, or cut someone's ankles and have them buried in rocks and locked away in a mausoleum... that's actually trying to hurt them (as Lestat admitted.)
And Louis' attempt to kill Lestat was because he and Claudia feared him. None of them disagree with that fact.
Anyway, have the same grace for the Black man that you do for your brat prince. Idk why y'all are trying to make Louis the bad guy. He never even asked to be a vampire. Lestat just wanted to keep him.
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Troublemaker - Part 2
Masterlist
You and Liam announce your new relationship while you continue to heal. Can you go the distance? Or will you turn into someone you no longer recognise?
Tags: Liam x reader, angst, smut, some fluff
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4
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The tour bus feels different these days. Liam has practically glued himself to your side since the sprain, always there with an ice pack, a supportive hand, or a stern reminder to “stay off that ankle.”
“Liam, I’m fine,” you say for what feels like the hundredth time as he insists on helping you into the greenroom before soundcheck.
“And you’ll stay fine if you let me help,” he retorts, his arm steady around your waist.
The other boys are sprawled on couches inside, Niall strumming his guitar while Harry and Zayn are deep in a card game.
“Ah, here comes Nurse Payne,” Niall teases, plucking a dramatic chord.
“More like overprotective bodyguard,” Harry adds, grinning.
Liam ignores them, settling you onto the couch with your leg propped up on a cushion. He hands you a water bottle, and his soft smile makes the teasing worth it.
Louis, however, is pacing.
“This is so boring,” he announces, throwing himself dramatically into a chair. “We haven’t caused any chaos in days.”
“I’m recovering, Louis,” you remind him, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, and apparently dating Buzzkill Payne now,” he shoots back, though his tone is more playful than biting.
Liam gives him a look but doesn’t rise to the bait.
“Come on, someone,” Louis continues, looking around the room. “Zayn? Fancy switching teams and becoming my new partner-in-crime?”
Zayn doesn’t even look up from his cards. “Hard pass, mate.”
Louis groans, turning to Niall. “You, then. You’ve got that mischievous glint in your eye.”
Niall grins but shakes his head. “Nah, I like watching you two wreak havoc too much. It’s more fun from the sidelines.”
Louis slumps dramatically. “What about you, Harry?”
Harry leans back in his chair, smirking. “I’m more of a chaos observer. Sorry, Lou.”
It’s clear Louis feels a little lost. He tries roping the others into small pranks over the next few days—swapping Liam’s protein powder for flour, rearranging Harry’s curls while he naps—but it’s not the same without you.
Eventually, he plops down next to you during a quiet moment, his usual energy replaced by a rare seriousness.
“I miss you,” he admits, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“I’m still here, Lou,” you say, bumping his shoulder lightly.
“Yeah, but it’s different now,” he mumbles. “You’re with him”—he jerks his thumb toward Liam, who’s a few feet away setting up snacks—“and you’re hurt. It’s like I’ve lost my chaos buddy.”
You take his hand, squeezing it. “You haven’t lost me, Louis. It’s just... things are changing. But I promise, as soon as I’m back on my feet, we’re taking Liam down together.”
Louis brightens at that, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “You mean it?”
“Of course.”
“Better not let him hear that,” he whispers conspiratorially, glancing at Liam.
“Let me hear what?” Liam asks, appearing at your side with impeccable timing.
“Nothing!” you and Louis say in unison, exchanging a grin that feels like old times.
Liam sighs, shaking his head, but the fond smile tugging at his lips says he knows exactly what he’s in for.
...
The next week brings slow but steady progress with your recovery. Liam remains as attentive as ever, helping you with every small task—even ones you insist you can manage yourself.
“I can tie my own shoe, Liam,” you say, exasperated, as he kneels at your feet before rehearsal.
“Not with a sprain, you can’t,” he counters, his hands deftly working the laces. His tone is firm, but the softness in his eyes betrays him. “Just let me help, alright?”
You sigh but let him finish, catching Louis watching the interaction from across the room. His expression is unreadable, and he quickly looks away when you meet his gaze.
Later, you find him perched on the edge of the stage, staring out at the rows of empty seats.
“Hey,” you say, hobbling over with your crutches.
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he quips, but there’s no real bite to it.
“Resting is boring,” you reply, sitting beside him. “What’s up?”
Louis shrugs, his gaze still distant. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
He hesitates before answering. “You and Liam. It’s weird, you know? Good weird, I guess. But still weird.”
You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he says, glancing at you. “It’s just... we used to be this unstoppable duo, causing chaos wherever we went. And now you’re, like, all grown up or something.”
You laugh. “I’m not grown up, Lou. I’m just... balancing things better. You’ll always be my partner-in-crime.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
That seems to reassure him, and he gives you a small grin. “Alright. But if Liam ever steps out of line, you let me know. I’ll take him down.”
“Deal.”
As the days pass, Louis gradually warms to the new dynamic. He even starts teaming up with Liam to help you—though not without some playful grumbling. One evening, the three of you are in the greenroom when Louis smirks and says, “You know, Payne, for a guy who used to lecture me about not encouraging her, you’re doing a terrible job.”
“Someone has to keep you two in check,” Liam replies, handing you an ice pack.
Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re not keeping anything in check, mate. You’re enabling her.”
“And yet you’re still jealous,” you tease, throwing a pillow at him.
Louis catches it with a grin. “Damn right I am.”
...
The night is quiet on the tour bus, the hum of the engine lulling most of the boys to sleep. But your ankle aches just enough to keep you awake, and Liam, true to form, is awake with you.
You’re curled up on the small couch in the lounge area, his arm draped around your shoulders as you rest your head against his chest. The warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it’s enough to make the dull throb of your ankle fade into the background.
“You know,” you murmur, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to do all this.”
Liam tilts his head down to look at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “All what?”
“This.” You gesture vaguely, your hand brushing against his chest. “Taking care of me. Hovering.”
He scoffs softly, his hand moving to gently rub your arm. “Hovering? I think you mean being a decent boyfriend.”
The word boyfriend hangs in the air between you, and your heart skips a beat. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, and the way it rolls off his tongue so naturally makes your chest ache in the best way.
“Boyfriend, huh?” you tease, tilting your head to look up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Liam doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. You’ve got a problem with that?”
“Not at all,” you say, your voice softening. “It sounds... perfect.”
His eyes search yours, a flicker of something tender and vulnerable crossing his face. “You mean the world to me,” he says, his voice low but steady. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch you struggle. I care about you too much for that.”
For a moment, you’re lost in the warmth of his gaze, the sincerity in his words making your heart feel like it might burst. Before you can overthink it, you lean up and press your lips to his.
The kiss is slow and sweet, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek as he deepens it just enough to leave you breathless. When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, a small, content smile playing on his lips.
“Girlfriend,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as if testing the word again.
You grin, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Boyfriend.”
Liam chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer. “Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?”
“The best,” you reply, snuggling into his embrace.
In that moment, the ache in your ankle doesn’t matter. All that matters is the warmth of Liam’s arms around you and the quiet realisation that, with him, you’ve found something truly special.
...
A couple of weeks have passed since your ankle injury, and you’re finally feeling like yourself again. The limp is nearly gone, and you’re back to your usual antics with Louis, much to Liam’s exasperation—and quiet relief that you’re healing.
But while the band’s dynamic feels as solid as ever, things are shifting behind the scenes.
Management calls a meeting, pulling you and Liam aside before rehearsals. The tone is tense from the moment you walk into the room.
“We’ve noticed some... developments,” one of the execs starts, his words as sharp as his tailored suit. “Between the two of you.”
You glance at Liam, who straightens in his seat, his jaw tightening.
“And?” Liam asks, his voice calm but clipped.
“This relationship,” the exec continues, gesturing vaguely between you, “it’s a risk. The band’s success depends on a unified image. Relationships within the group can create distractions, tension—potentially divide the fanbase.”
Your stomach churns. “So, what? You want us to pretend we’re not together?”
“We’re asking you to consider what’s best for the band,” another manager chimes in, her tone saccharine but no less cutting. “Sometimes personal feelings have to take a back seat to professional responsibilities.”
Liam leans forward, his elbows resting on the table as his eyes narrow. “What’s best for the band is that we’re happy and working well together. And we are. So, I don’t see the problem.”
The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of their disapproval settling heavily in the air.
Paul clears his throat from the corner of the room. “I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”
The managers turn to him, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “They’ve always worked well together, and they still do. If anything, they’re even more in sync now. Trying to force them apart? That’s what’ll cause problems.”
You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, grateful for Paul’s quiet support. But the execs aren’t done.
“This isn’t just about the band,” the first one says, his voice dropping lower. “The media has already picked up on this. Fan speculation is through the roof, and while a majority seem supportive, there’s already some backlash. If this gets out of control, it could hurt the group’s image—and yours.”
“Then let us handle it,” Liam says firmly.
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“With honesty,” Liam replies, his voice steady. “We’re not hiding, but we’re not flaunting it either. If people have a problem with us being together, that’s on them. Not us.”
Your chest tightens at his words. His unwavering support in the face of their attempts to divide you feels like an anchor in a storm.
When the meeting ends, the tension still lingers, but Paul pulls you aside as the others leave.
“For what it’s worth,” he says quietly, “I think you two are good for each other. Don’t let them scare you into thinking otherwise.”
You nod, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Paul.”
As you and Liam head back to rehearsals, his hand brushes against yours before he laces your fingers together, ignoring the questioning looks from the rest of the team.
“You okay?” he asks softly, glancing down at you.
You nod, squeezing his hand. “As long as we’re together, yeah.”
He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
...
The meeting with management lingers in your mind as you and Liam rejoin the boys in the rehearsal room. They’re sprawled across the space, instruments and props scattered around. Louis is perched on a stool, absentmindedly tossing a stress ball to Harry, while Zayn and Niall argue over who has the better ping-pong skills.
The moment you and Liam step in, their heads turn, and Louis’s face lights up.
“Finally! I thought you two got kidnapped by Paul or something,” Louis exclaims, hopping off the stool. His eyes narrow, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. “Wait, did they pull you aside for a lecture about PDA? Should we all be taking notes?”
Niall snickers. “Wouldn’t put it past them.”
You and Liam exchange a glance, and before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out. “Actually, it was worse. They think we’re a threat to the band.”
The room goes silent for a beat before Harry lets out a low whistle. “Wow. Dramatic, even for them.”
“Did they seriously say that?” Zayn asks, his brows furrowing.
Liam nods, his jaw tight. “They’re worried it’ll mess with the band’s image or some nonsense.”
Louis steps closer, crossing his arms. “And what did you say to that?”
You grin, nudging Liam with your elbow. “Liam basically told them to shove it.”
“That’s my boy!” Louis exclaims, clapping Liam on the back with enough force to make him stumble. “Daddy Directioner standing up to the big bad bosses—love to see it.”
“They weren’t wrong about one thing, though,” you say, flashing Louis a mischievous smile. “I am a menace.”
Louis’s eyes light up, and he throws his arm around your shoulders. “And thank God for that. I’ve been lost without my partner-in-crime. Niall’s no fun, Zayn’s too cool for my antics, and Harry...” He pauses, glancing at Harry, who’s lazily spinning in a chair. “Well, he tries, but it’s not the same.”
“I’m hurt, Louis,” Harry says, feigning offense.
“Don’t be,” Louis replies cheerfully. “Now that Y/N’s back in action, the chaos quota is officially restored.”
Liam groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh, great. Just what we need.”
“Oh, come on, Payne,” you tease, stepping out of Louis’s hold to face him. “You know you missed us causing trouble.”
“I missed you,” Liam says, his voice low enough that it’s meant just for you. Then, louder, he adds, “The trouble? Not so much.”
“You love it,” you say with a grin.
The other boys exchange knowing looks, and Harry raises a brow. “So... does this mean you two are, like, official now?”
You hesitate for a second, glancing at Liam, who gives you a small nod before turning back to the group.
“Yeah,” Liam says simply. “We are.”
There’s a collective sigh of relief, followed by Niall’s cheerful, “Finally!”
Zayn smirks. “Thought we’d have to lock you two in a room to sort this out.”
Louis, on the other hand, looks slightly put out. “So, what? You’re ditching me for him now?”
You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand. “Louis, you’ll always be my chaos buddy. Liam’s just... the calm to my storm.”
Louis brightens immediately, turning to Liam with a triumphant grin. “Hear that? You’re the boring one.”
Liam groans, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips as the boys erupt into laughter.
...
The media whirlwind around your relationship with Liam grows louder as the tour continues. While most fans are supportive, there’s a vocal minority who aren’t as kind.
Some tabloids run stories about you being a distraction, while others speculate about the band’s dynamics. Social media is a mixed bag—one moment filled with adorable edits of you and Liam, the next flooded with comments from fans who had shipped you with Louis for years.
You scroll through your phone in the quiet of your hotel room, heart sinking as you read: “She’s ruining the band’s chemistry.” “What about Louis? Their friendship was perfect—this ruins it!” “Liam deserves someone who actually loves him, not someone who flirts with everyone.”
You toss your phone onto the bed, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.
Louis knocks on the open doorframe, holding up two bottles of soda. “Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”
You force a smile. “Thanks, Lou.”
He plops down on the bed next to you, handing you a bottle. “So... are we going to talk about the storm cloud hanging over your head, or are you going to keep pretending everything’s fine?”
You sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “People think I’m ruining the band. They think I’m coming between you and Liam. Some of them even think I should’ve picked you instead.”
Louis snorts. “Picked me? That’s ridiculous. We’re practically siblings.”
“I know that. You know that. But some people don’t see it that way.”
“Well, they’re idiots,” he says bluntly. “Besides, you and Liam make sense. He’s boring enough to keep you grounded, and you’re wild enough to stop him from turning into a full-time dad.”
You laugh softly, but the ache in your chest doesn’t go away. “It’s just... hard, you know? I didn’t expect all of this.”
Louis wraps an arm around you. “You’ve got me, okay? And the boys. You’re not going through this alone.”
...
Later that night, Liam finds you in the rehearsal room, where you’ve been sitting alone, strumming a guitar to clear your head.
“Hey,” he says, stepping inside.
“Hey,” you reply, not looking up.
He hesitates before sitting down across from you. “You’ve been quiet today.”
“Just tired,” you say, your voice clipped.
Liam doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Louis lately.”
You put the guitar down, frowning. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” he says quickly, then adds, “It’s just... every time something’s wrong, you go to him instead of me.”
“Because he doesn’t make me feel like this!” you snap, your frustration spilling over.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m doing something wrong!”
Liam’s eyes widen, taken aback. “I’ve never said that.”
“You don’t have to, Liam. You’re always tense, always worried about what people will say or think. I get enough of that from everyone else—I don’t need it from you, too.”
He looks away, his jaw tight. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“And I’m trying to breathe!”
The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of your words hanging heavily between you.
“I love you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes, it feels like you don’t trust me enough to let me help you.”
You swallow hard, your throat tight. “I love you too, Liam. But I can’t keep feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”
Liam stands, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe we both need some space to figure this out.”
The words cut deeper than you expect, but you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
As he walks away, you’re left staring at the guitar in your lap, wondering how everything got so complicated so quickly.
...
The knock on Louis’ hotel room door is frantic, and when he swings it open, his stomach drops at the sight of you.
You’re swaying slightly, eyes glassy, clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka from the minibar.
“Y/N?” he asks, stepping aside to let you in. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I needed you,” you slur, brushing past him into the room.
Louis closes the door and turns to face you, arms crossed. “Are you drunk?”
You spin to face him, a lopsided grin on your face. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?” He raises an eyebrow, snatching the bottle from your hand. “This is empty enough to say otherwise. What’s going on?”
You flop onto the edge of his bed, burying your face in your hands. “I screwed everything up, Lou. Liam hates me. He thinks I don’t trust him. But I do. I do! I just...” You trail off, tears spilling down your cheeks.
Louis sits beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Hey, slow down. Start from the beginning.”
You look up at him, your eyes shining with tears and something else—something that makes his stomach twist. “It’s just... you’re always there, you know? You’ve always been the one I can count on.”
“Yeah, well, that’s my job as your honorary brother,” he quips, trying to lighten the mood.
But you’re not laughing. Instead, you lean closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “What if it’s more than that?”
Louis stiffens. “Y/N...”
“You get me, Lou,” you murmur, your hand brushing his knee. “You’re the one who’s always here when I need someone. Maybe it should’ve been you all along.”
He shakes his head, panic flashing across his face. “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk, and you’re upset. This isn’t you.”
“It feels real,” you insist, leaning in until your lips are just inches from his.
For a moment, Louis hesitates. But then he pulls back, gently gripping your shoulders to put distance between you. “No. Y/N, stop. You love Liam. You’re just hurting right now, and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t it.”
The words slice through your drunken haze like a knife, and the reality of what you almost did crashes over you. You cover your mouth with your hands, a sob escaping. “Oh my God, Louis, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he says softly, letting go of your shoulders. “But you need to pull yourself together, yeah? You can’t let one fight with Liam make you spiral like this. He loves you, even if he’s rubbish at showing it sometimes.”
You nod, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a small smile. “Now, come on. Let’s get you some water and put you to bed before you do something else you’ll regret.”
As he helps you up and guides you back to your room, the weight of your actions lingers heavily in the air. You know you’ll have to face Liam soon—and the thought terrifies you—but for now, you’re grateful Louis was there to stop you from crossing a line you couldn’t uncross.
...
Liam knocks softly on your hotel room door, his heart racing as he stands on the other side, unsure of how you'll react after everything that happened earlier. You haven’t been answering his texts or calls, and he’s felt the distance between you both growing since your argument. But now, he’s here, determined to make things right.
When you open the door, you’re standing there in one of his old t-shirts, hair messy, looking so effortlessly beautiful, and yet, he can see the weariness in your eyes. The tension between you both is palpable. You’ve both been avoiding talking about what happened, but now, it’s time to face it.
“Can we talk?” Liam’s voice is softer than usual, vulnerable even. He’s not used to feeling like this, unsure of what to say, how to fix what’s broken. But he needs to. He’s not ready to lose you.
You don’t say anything at first, just step aside to let him in, and he follows you into the room. The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence hangs heavy in the air. You both sit on the edge of the bed, not touching, but the distance between you feels even more immense than it should.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry,” Liam starts, his voice low and careful. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t turn to me or like I was holding you back. It’s just... I care about you so much, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
You look at him, your heart aching. You’ve been avoiding talking to him, but hearing him say that, it hits you right in the chest. The anger from earlier starts to fade, replaced with a tenderness you’ve been longing for.
“I didn’t mean to push you away,” you finally speak, your voice shaky but genuine. “I was just confused. I thought I was losing you too, in a way. I never meant for all of this to happen, for us to drift apart.”
Liam takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch yours. The warmth of his touch is enough to send a jolt through you, a reminder of how much you missed him, of how much you needed him. The moment feels like the world has stopped, leaving just the two of you in this tiny hotel room.
“You haven’t lost me,” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, the soft contact making you close your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
His hand slides from yours to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability that he rarely shows, and it makes your heart swell.
Before you can say anything else, Liam kisses you, slow at first, as if he’s savoring every moment. His lips are gentle, but there’s something deeper beneath the surface, a longing that has been building between you both for far too long. As the kiss deepens, the tension between you both intensifies, and you can feel how much he wants this, wants you, just as much as you’ve wanted him.
But this time, it’s different. Liam isn’t the one holding back. He takes control.
His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer with a gentle force. He deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, and you can feel the change in him. He’s no longer the one trying to keep things light and playful. This time, he’s taking charge, and you can’t help but let him.
You gasp into his mouth as his other hand moves to your waist, pushing you back onto the bed with an ease that takes you by surprise. Your hands tremble as they reach for his shirt, tugging it up slightly, wanting to feel more of him. But Liam pulls away just for a moment, his breath heavy, eyes searching yours.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with desire. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”
Your heart races, and for the first time, you don’t feel like you need to be the one in control. You want him, need him, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”
Liam’s eyes darken, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He kisses you again, more urgently this time, as if he’s finally letting go of all the restraint he’s been holding onto. His lips are everywhere—your neck, your jaw, your lips again—and you can feel his hands roaming, exploring, making you burn with need.
He pushes you further back onto the bed, his body pressing against yours in a way that makes everything else feel distant, unimportant. All that matters is the heat building between you both, the way he’s taking control, and the way you’re letting go, giving yourself to him completely.
“You’re mine now,” Liam mutters between kisses, his voice husky and possessive, sending shivers through your body.
You can feel the weight of his words as if they were a promise, a claim on you that sends a thrill of warmth rushing through your veins. The way his body presses closer, every inch of him surrounding you, feels like a declaration. There’s no room for doubt, no space for hesitation—just the certainty that this is where you both belong.
Liam’s hands move with purpose now, as if he’s memorizing every curve of your body, and the raw hunger in his touch makes your pulse race. His lips leave a trail of fire along your jawline and down your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there, making you gasp in response. He pulls away for just a moment, his lips hovering over yours, both of you panting, hearts beating erratically.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop wanting you.”
You don’t respond with words; you don’t need to. Instead, you pull him back to you, crashing your lips together again with an urgency that matches his own. The kiss is hungry now, wild, as if both of you are desperate to make up for lost time.
Your hands are trembling as they travel down his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his torso beneath your fingertips. You want more. You need more. But it’s not just about physicality—it’s about everything that’s been building up between you both, the emotions that have simmered under the surface for so long, and now they’re exploding in this perfect, heated moment.
Liam groans into the kiss as your hands start to work at the button of his jeans, and the sound makes you ache for him even more. His hands are busy too, tugging at your clothes with a sense of urgency, the fabric slipping off your body in a way that feels almost too slow, like you both want to savor this but can’t hold back any longer.
When you’re both finally bare, just skin against skin, Liam pulls back slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His eyes are dark, hungry with a mix of love and need, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks again, his voice soft but laced with that possessive edge. The question lingers in the air, hanging between you both, but there’s no hesitation this time. You know.
“More than anything,” you reply, your voice trembling slightly as you reach up to pull him closer, your lips finding his again in a kiss that’s both slow and desperate.
Liam moves over you then, his body covering yours in the most intimate way, the heat of him melting away any last bit of doubt. As he enters you, he groans, the sound deep and guttural, and you can’t help but mirror the sound, feeling all of him, filling you in ways you never thought possible.
He sets a slow, steady pace, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for any sign that you might want to slow down. But you don’t. You want all of him, right here, right now.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hands tracing over your skin, worshipping you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s giving himself to you completely, makes your chest tighten. This is more than just physical. This is everything.
His pace increases, becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds between you both. The bed creaks under the intensity of your movements, and the air is thick with the sounds of your breathing, the soft moans slipping from your lips, and the desperate rhythm of your bodies coming together.
Liam takes control in every sense, guiding you through this with a kind of dominance that leaves you breathless. You don’t even think about the world outside the two of you. There’s no past, no future—just the present, just the heat between you both. The way he touches you, the way he makes you feel cherished and wanted, is enough to make you forget everything except for him.
As the moment builds, you feel yourself nearing the edge, your body tensing with the anticipation of release. Liam can feel it too, his breath hitching as he watches you with such intensity, as if he’s savoring every second of this.
“You’re mine,” he growls again, the words sending a jolt through you, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm, and Liam follows right behind you, his body tensing as he lets go, collapsing against you in a tangled heap of sweat and tangled sheets.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks. You’re both too caught up in the aftermath of what just happened, your breathing slowing as you try to catch your breath. Liam rests his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, and you can feel the weight of everything between you both—no longer just physical, but emotional, real, and undeniable.
“I love you,” he whispers softly, his voice rough but filled with so much sincerity.
And you know, in that moment, that nothing will ever be the same again. You both have crossed a threshold, and there’s no going back. Not that either of you would want to.
“I love you too,” you whisper back, your heart full.
...
The next morning, everything feels different. There’s an undeniable energy between you and Liam that wasn’t there before, a quiet understanding and a deeper connection. You walk into the hotel lobby, and his hand slides into yours, fingers entwining effortlessly.
He smiles at you, and you can feel the warmth in his touch, his presence grounding you in the best possible way. There’s no need for words, but you feel a sense of comfort you’ve never had before. You can tell by the way he looks at you that everything has shifted. You're not just a flirty team anymore; you're solid, real, and more than ready to face whatever comes next.
“Morning, love,” Liam says, his voice soft and warm, pulling you in for a quick kiss, his lips brushing yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
You smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Morning, Payne. Keeping it sweet and simple, huh?”
He chuckles, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “For now.”
The flirty energy between the two of you feels almost electric, and the moment you sit down for breakfast, Liam can’t resist teasing you. His hand slides to the back of your chair, gently rubbing your shoulders as he leans in and whispers, “If you keep making those eyes at me, we might just need to sneak away for a bit.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “We’re in public, Liam. We have to at least try to pretend to be professional.”
The boys are watching you both with varying levels of amusement, clearly enjoying the lightheartedness that’s returned to the band dynamic. Louis, ever the instigator, can’t resist chiming in, his voice carrying across the table. “So, you two lovebirds gonna start writing songs together now or what?”
You and Liam exchange a glance, his hand finding yours under the table, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Maybe,” you tease, winking at him. “We could do a duet. Get the whole world to know how perfect we are.”
Liam laughs, but there's a softness in his eyes that shows just how comfortable you both are with this new phase of your relationship. He leans over and pecks your cheek, a smile tugging at his lips. "If the world doesn't know already, they will soon enough."
Later that day, as rehearsals begin, you can’t help but fall back into your usual mischief with Louis. He nudges you, and you both exchange a look that screams “it’s time for a prank.”
You and Louis have always been partners in crime, and even with the new dynamic in your relationship with Liam, you can't resist a bit of chaos.
“Alright, we need to make this one count,” Louis whispers, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I’ve got the perfect idea. Let’s target Harry.”
You grin, already getting on board with the plan. “Let’s do it.”
The next few minutes are spent sneaking around, finding just the right moment to pull off the prank. As Harry sits back to relax in his chair, you and Louis, working in perfect tandem, manage to cover him with whipped cream, and before he can even react, the two of you burst into laughter.
"Louis! You little—" Harry tries to yell, but he’s laughing too, wiping the cream off his face.
You high-five Louis as the rest of the band chuckles. Liam, however, can’t help but smile at the sight of you in your element. Still, there’s a hint of something deeper in his eyes—a protective streak he can't quite shake. He’s proud of you, of course, but that doesn't mean he’s immune to feeling a little annoyed by the way you and Louis still share this kind of chaotic bond.
As the laughter dies down, Liam walks over to you, his expression a mix of amusement and something else. “You two really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
You flash him a teasing grin. “You wouldn’t want us to, would you?”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m just happy to see you happy. But I can’t promise I won’t try to stop you next time.”
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a sly smile. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
“Both,” he says with a playful grin.
But, despite the light teasing, there’s something different about the way he says it. You notice the subtle possessiveness—though, as always, it’s laced with affection and care.
That night, after the concert, you and Liam find a quiet moment backstage. The band has gone off to do interviews and take care of the usual post-show stuff, leaving you and Liam alone for a few minutes.
Liam takes your hand as the two of you walk through the quiet halls of the venue, the chaos of the show still echoing in the background. He pulls you closer, his thumb brushing against your skin as he looks down at you, his gaze soft and tender.
���Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Liam starts, his voice low and sincere. “Maybe we should finally just tell the world, you know?”
You stop walking, turning to face him, surprised. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he says, his eyes full of sincerity, “let’s make it official. Tell everyone what we already know.”
You smile, heart fluttering at the thought. You’re not scared anymore. You don’t need to hide.
“Are you sure? You know how management will feel about it.”
He shrugs, a hint of defiance in his eyes. “Screw management. We’re not doing this for anyone else. We’re doing it for us.”
You nod, your heart swelling with affection for him. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do it.”
And just like that, in the middle of the madness and the pressure from management, you make the decision. You’ve always done things your way, and now, together, you’re ready to take on whatever comes next.
When you step out onto the stage, hand-in-hand, the crowd goes wild. They already know, but you’ve never felt more certain. As the lights shine down on you, you lean into Liam, whispering, “Screw what anyone else thinks. This is us.”
Liam looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips, before kissing you right there in front of everyone. The crowd erupts into applause, but all that matters is him. The world can watch. You’re not hiding anymore.
This is just the beginning.
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Part 3
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iwtv fanfic friday: random fics from my bookmarks with less than ~200 kudos
wanted to make sure the stuff i was linking wasn't stuff everyone's read so i tried to go for the less popular works in my bookmarks
filthy with a twisted tongue by @shineforthee. 4k
Reach out to touch a dead guy’s face one time and he takes off. It’s not like it’s thrusted Daniel into a bottomless pit of despair and psychosis or anything, so who cares? (Nobody, that’s who. Not a damn soul even knows he’s here.) The smell of stale sweat and hot sugar clings in the air. A stained piece of flannel covers the window but light trickles in through the threadbare fabric, so it must be daytime. He tries to remember if it was daytime last time he looked, but it wouldn’t do anything to give him a sense of how many days he’s been here anyway.
value form by leavethebees. 4k, M
"Hey, I'm a journalist," Daniel protests. "I follow the story, and you just tried to set a guy's head on fire. That's front-page news." "Chasing stories," Alice says in an unimpressed, withering tone. "You're a romantic, then. That's worse, you know."
relentless, unbearable by eggalbumin aka @pollyclonolly. 2k
Louis taps his arm. He looks lovely tonight, and his eyes are brilliant under the bar’s light. He’s as beautiful as he is in the memory that exists in Daniel’s head, of the first time they met at Mary’s. The glimmer in his eyes, the smoke curling in tendrils around his lips, the way he smiled as he said, I did a terrible thing, once. He smiles, and it’s lined with sweetness. “You bored?” “An unreasonable amount,” Armand says. He’s not, and he knows he’s not. Louis knows, too. He could spend every day for the rest of his never-ending life chasing the shape of Daniel’s shadow and it wouldn’t bore him. He drinks whatever is left in his glass and it tastes like chalk in his mouth. Sometimes, he thinks he’ll always be trying to chase down the taste of Daniel’s blood in his throat, with Louis and alcohol and prey, and it will still find a way to linger on his tongue for as long as he lives. “Weddings are long, dull affairs. I don’t see the appeal.” (It’s 1982. Daniel’s wedding is a pleasant, lively affair.)
isaiah 43:2 by quentsy. 2k
Paul de Pointe du Lac was dead, to begin with. This was to be distinctly understood.
the whole world was ready to return by exastris_scientia aka @keepoffthetardis . 2k
There he was. Standing just outside the halo of light given off by a streetlight. His face was shadowed, but even from the distance I was at, I could see how sunken his eyes were, how tired. And how blue they glowed. Like church windows, Grace had once said. Burning like two cold fires in the night. “Been a while,” was all Daniel said when he saw me. Louis and Daniel revisit the ethics of murder. In spite of it all, they also have a little fun with it.
rocket man by quentsy. 5k, M
It was a bad idea, but that was the story of his life, yeah? Bad decision after bad decision, the longest love affair of his life. If the first was racing, and the second was heroin, then here was the third: Armand and all the scraps he tossed Daniel’s way, just enough to keep the hunger at bay.
GOODREADS by riverrio. 1k
Interview with the Vampire Daniel Molloy 3.75 STARS 328473 RATINGS 5238 REVIEWS 285 pages, Hardcover First published September 15, 2022 FILTER REVIEWS SORT ORDER POPULAR REVIEWS ONE STAR
among the wildflowers by ipsilateral. 2k
"You're soft," Jonah whispers. He touches Louis's jaw. There he goes still smiling, like it's a revelation, like he oughta be in wonderment about it all. "You don't seem like it but you soft, Louis." Louis stares up at him. There's the anger, whipping at his heart and making it race like a horse on a track, but beyond that is something else, too. Something that makes him almost tremble under Jonah's open smile. For the briefest of moments, Louis allows himself to believe that softness is a pure good, through and through. -- a few of Louis's core memories
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A fic rec of One Direction fics with Louis as a service top/soft dom as requested in this ask. All the fics are H/L because I couldn't find any rare pairs for this rec. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
🌸 Home For The Holiday by @larrysmomfics
(M, 86k, movie au) A "The Holiday" inspired AU where Harry meets Louis after agreeing to swap houses with a stranger on the internet for three weeks over the holidays.
🌸 thinking about you (little freak, jezebel) by abaddxns / @causticsunshine
(E, 21k, domestic) Louis comes home to his pretty wife.
🌸 A Simple Twisted Fate by Cyantific / @beyondxmeasure
(E, 18k, famous/not famous) Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself.
🌸 Baby It's Cold Outside by @silverstuff50
(E, 12k, delivery boy) Louis is delivering pizza to Harry, his favourite customer, when he realises the man needs more than comfort food.
🌸 Little Things by BurningFlesh
(E, 11k, canon) Louis is doing interviews for his upcoming tour, and Harry cant handle being away from him. Every picture, every video that surfaced online only served to remind Harry of how much he missed his husband, and how fucking hot he is.
🌸 every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue
(E, 8k, high school) “You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”
🌸 Your Skin On Mine (I'm Losing Control) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove
(E, 6k, watersports) Harry's birthday is the kinkiest day of his year. He gets to plan whatever adventures he wants, and he knows Louis wants it just as much.
🌸 Open Up Your Honey Pot by homemotif / @polaroidlouis
(E, 4k, omegaverse) louis’ helpless when it comes to his omega. and harry’s kind of in charge.
🌸 Take Care by everysingleday
(M, 4k, uni) Harry’s exhausted and needy and Louis loves him entirely too much to ever say no.
🌸 Tender Hearted by homemotif / @polaroidlouis
(E, 3k, mpreg) It hadn’t taken long then for Harry to clue in the fact that Louis was enthralled with his newly bloomed breasts.
🌸 Soft Dom-onstration by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst
(E, 2k, BDSM club) “I’m Louis, and this is my sub, Harry. We are here to give an exhibit about soft domming and fucking machines.”
🌸 such a pretty face, on a pretty neck by madomtomlinson
(E, 2k, emotional hurt/comfort) Harry has too many emotions. Louis is there to help him.
🌸 she’s in my dreams and in my bed by girlfriendrry
(NR, 2k, girl direction) harry wakes up from her nap with a bit of a situation, louis helps with that
🌸 Hands On You by Amanda_Styles69
(E, 2k, escort Louis) Harry is getting bored with himself, so he takes up his friend Niall's suggestion and calls a sex service.
🌸 make me dizzy (feel it in my fingertips) by stretchmybones / @lookwhatyoumademelou
(E, 1k, omegaverse) Harry whimpered at the pet names he could never get enough of. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Louis’ voice soft, but teasing.
🌸 you'll like it right there by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow
(E, 1k, pwp) The curly-haired man was sobbing into the sheets, hips fidgeting every time Louis’s fingers grew closer to that spot inside of him where he craved it the most – only to slip away, never providing him the satisfaction he needed.
🌸 give me toothaches just from kissin' me by mercutionotromeo
(E, 1k, pwp) Harry, Louis, and soft, gentle reunion sex.
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