#your way with words never ceases to LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS

[slightlymad]

i mean... making you smile and giggle IS INDEED my area of expertise, i'm undeniably pleased to say that i must be a true professional in the field at this point ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

I'M SO WEAK MY LOVE, I'M LITERAL PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS OH DEAR

TRULY i must tell you how much i love and adore you on every platform possible, EVERY DAY, because our love for each other REALLY can't be contained and we need a solution for that until we get to see each other irl SO THIS IS IT (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

me on my puter, staring lovingly at your beautiful messages ⬇️

AHOY ME LOVELIEST HERE’S ME DAILY ASK AS TRADITION DEMANDS i hope ye had a wonderful day!!! <3333

oh also! i have a question with great significance… do you my dearest wife loml have a discord? because attacking you with asks simply isn’t enough i MUST shower you with my love in dms too😼

i have the most!!! purrfect!!! gato pic for this occasion (please do ignore the fact, that it indeed isn't morning rn, we pretend we do not see it) ⬇️

I am NOW having a terrific day after hearing from ye, my darling kat! Ye always had that effect on me y'know (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

I didn't before :// But I made one as soon as you send me this!! I don't know how to copy the link or something, so I'm just pasting me ID here : @httpsarahaha Thank you me beautiful wife for thinking of another way of connecting! Millions of kithes for ye (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

KISSING ON DISCORD!? SOUNDS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE DREAM TO ME!! Us when though? (⸝⸝- ̫ -⸝⸝)👉👈

Me, patiently awaiting you on discord now ⬇️

[felixshousewife]

secret little rendezvous.

synopsis: after a lovely day of lounging about by the swimming pool of saltburn, a nicerelaxing bath is at the top of the priority list, but what you don’t expect is for your bath to end up being with felix

word count: 1.6k

warnings: badly written smut. okay, thanks <3

Lounging around Saltburn all day was heavenly, don’t get you wrong.

You and Venetia had lounged round by the pool for a majority of the day, your hair was all frizz from when Farleigh dunked you under the water, and uou had mascara running from your eyes because you didn’t think you would be going in the pool at all today.

Dinner was going to be served in just a little over an hour and what you craved the most right now was a nice warm bubble bath, with your favourite essential oils and your towel waiting for you on the heated dryer located in the corner of the bathroom.

Felix had gone up to your shared bedroom in the manor a little bit before you, maybe about ten minutes ago because you were chatting to Oliver, your lover pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek as he explained how he was going to go and get dry and you promised that you’d be in in a moment.

So, with a towel thrown over your shoulder, you made your way to the bathroom that you and felix were sharing with Oliver, mascara still stained around your eyes and a tired frown settled on your lips.

As you stepped closer to the aforementioned bathroom, a cease formed in your brows upon noticing the door fully closed, which it hardly ever was during the day, you shook the door knob slightly and hummed softly when you noticed that it wasn’t locked so there shouldn’t have been anyone inside.

But boy were you wrong.

There he lays, your felix sat in the bathtub, head thrown back as his hand works against himself, soft moans and grunts escaping his chapped lips making all the heat flush to between your thighs.

“(Y/N).”

He moaned out your name, his head now hung low as he brought one hand up to push his hair out of his face.

You stood in the doorway, the towel now falling from your shoulder, the soft glow of the bathroom lights highlights his form making him all that much clearer, your heart warms at that very sight and sense of overwhelming love empowers you.

Water trickles down his soft skin, creating ripples that crave his bicep muscles, your breath coming out slightly heavier now.

The sound of your heavy breaths alert Felix to the presence of your very fine self standing in the doorway of the bathroom, the door open ajar behind you as you stare at him, pupils blown.

There’s a slightly hint of surprise that flashes in his gaze but that is quickly diminished when he notices your flustered state, a cocky smile working its way onto his facial features.

That damn smile tugs at your heart strings.

“What are you staring at, beautiful?”he teases, his voice low, smoky and full of complete affection.

You simply can’t look away, your caught in a trance.

You want to answer him, you really do, but your words appear to be trapped in your throat, he always makes you speechless. It’s a regular occurrence at this point.

When no words fall from your lips, you watch with careful and lust filled eyes as he raises a hand from in the water and gestures for you to come forward.

You can’t resist his offer.

Slowly, you take a few steps forward until your crluched at the side of the bath, now having a closer look of his dripping figure.

His brown eyes never once leave your figure and he leans forward, his face now a mere few inches away from yours and you can now feel his hot breath fanning against your skin and your ever so tempted to make the gap between your lips closer and even touching.

But you don’t have time to do that.

Because he simply beats you to it, his lips pressing against yours in what appears to be a soft, delicate kiss.

With a flirty smirk, he pulls back slightly and asks, "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to join me?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify. "Fix, I don't think we have enough time."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glimmer still in his eyes.

"Who said we can’t be quick?" he teases, running his fingers gently along your arm. “I’ve done it in a lot of quicker times before, beautiful.”

Your heart races, and you can't help but give in to the temptation. You slip off your flip flops and start to undo the straps that are tying your bikini together at your back, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

Felix’s eyes never leave you, and he bites his lower lip, clearly enjoying the show.

You climb into the bath, sitting in front of him, facing each other. The water envelops you both, creating a soothing and intimate atmosphere. Your lover can't help but smile as he watches you playfully accept his invitation.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he leans forward and pulls you gently onto his lap, your bodies close but still leaving room for comfort. Your heart races with anticipation as you feel his warm embrace, and you can't resist leaning in closer to him.

The moment your lips meet, a spark ignites between you.

The make-out session becomes a dance of passion and affection, each kiss more fervent than the last.

Your hands find their way to his hair, running through his damp curls, while his hands gently caress your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“What do you say, beautiful,”he pulls away from the kiss, slightly breathless, your lips plump due to smacking against his ones, “want to have a bit of fun before dinner?”

You nod your head, as an answer to his question.

No doubts in your head.

Except for one.

You felt his lips fall to your neck, peppering kisses against the skin there and making sure to leave a mark there. “Felix…were in…we’re in a bathtub.”

“And?”

“And?”you look at him with slightly wide eyes. “Someone could walk in or hear us!”

“I can be quiet,” he nips at your jaw, making you inhale a small breath at the action. “Can you be quiet? Can you be quiet for me, beautiful?”

His words made all the heat rush to your core, that was close to his cock that was hard, brushing against the inside of your thigh from where you were sitting on his lap.

You nodded your head at his words and that was when he lowered his hand down into the water and tickled the inside of your thigh, his knuckles dragging increasingly close to your ache.

“Fuck my life,” His gaze lowers slightly, racking his eyes over your naked torso, pupils blown. “Your heavenly, like a fucking angel.”

The next words that leave his lips have you whimpering out.

“Your so wet for me.” He mused, and your surprised you didn’t lose it right then and there, his fingers work and run along your clit in small circles, eyes closing slightly at the sensation radiating through your body.

“Please don’t tease me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling, even though he had barely touched you. “I don’t want your fingers, there’s no time.”

“Yeah?”His fingers continue to tease between your legs as his head tilts to the side. “Where do you want me? Tell me where and I’ll give it to you, give you anything you for, beautiful.”

“Inside me,” you open your eyes and lean forward, he can feel your breath on the top of his nose, “Please Fix….inside me.”

He retracted his hand, and lowered it even further so it was touching his aching cock. He shifted slightly so the tip of it could be seen atop of the water, it was pink, completely rock hard and if you squinted you could see it ouzing with pre-cum.

He fisted his length a few times, warming himself up a bit more, before he lifted up your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, running it up and down your folds a few times in a teasing manner before pushing inside of you with a gaped mouth.

“Shit,” Felix was trying to be quiet but he had no control when it came to you. “You feel so good, beautiful.”

“Always feel so good for me,” he rushed out, hips thrusting in and out of you, eager to get you both to reach your climax at the same time. “Can never get enough of you.”

Your breath is laboured as you lean your head forward and pepper kisses against the skin of his neck, where he had a few freckles placed there.

“You going to finish soon?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded your head, feeling your legs starting to shake at the feeling of your impending orgasm. “Uh-huh.”

Your whimpers and moans are anything but quiet as you feel your boyfriends thrusts becoming slightly sloppy.

The water is splashing around the two of you, head thrown back.

He leaned his hand down and pressed it against your clit, making your eyes go wide.

“I’m close…”you told him, still bouncing up and down on his length. “I’m so close…so close.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that were becoming slightly chapped due to the humidity of the room. “C’mon beautiful, come for me, give me what I want.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You came quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the beginning of your boyfriend's orgasm started to brew. It wasn’t long after you that he came inside of you, seeing as you were on birth control.

Small whimpers emitted from his lips at the rush he felt, his forehead falling against your shoulder.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”Felix mused, “In fact i am completely and utterly besotted with you.”

Caught up in the moment as you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, the two of you failed to notice the eyes of Oliver Quick staring at the two of you through the gap in the door.

[multifandomlover01]

The BAU’s Whore

Dom!Hotch x Fem!reader x Sub!Reid

WC: ~1.7K

Warnings/"tags": 18+ MDNI sub!reader, sub!Spencer, dom!Hotch, free use (use of “our girl” as a term of endearment), spanking, contracts, agreements, consensual, blowjob, doggy, slight hair pulling, guided deep throat, degradation along with praise of reader, breeding kink, cream pie

Summary: Reader is the BAU’s free use whore. Hotch and Morgan use you quite regularly, especially Hotch. Spencer never has. One day, he walks in on Hotch using you.

Key: Y/N = Your (first, preferred or chosen) name

Y/N/N = shortened form of first or chosen or preferred name or some other nickname

Gif cred: dudeitiskarev

Ignore that the Hotch gif is from S3 but the Reid one is from S2

Hotch used you the most. It made sense. He was the most stressed. You spent a lot of time in his office, usually in between his legs under his desk, on his lap, or bent over his desk (and almost always naked).

Poor Spencer would walk in from time to time and his cheeks would be instantly red. The whiplash he got from just talking to you about Doctor Who or Star Trek and then seeing his boss rail you as you’re bent over his desk was insane. And to have Hotch and/or you just casually talk to him while you’re fucking…was enough to make his poor mind reel.

Spencer was not often left speechless, but those experiences never ceased to leave him at a loss for words as he focused on not only your body and how it moved, but sometimes Hotch’s as well (depending on how much skin was showing).

“What do you need, Reid?” Hotch asks as he holds your hips and smacks his hips against yours. You are sprawled out on the desk, your clothes are off and on the floor, obviously having been thrown there without any care.

“Oh um…” his eyes are on your ass jiggling with each of Hotch’s thrusts.

“Reid…what is it?” Hotch asks him, a bit annoyed that he’s being interrupted and that he’s now being distracted by Reid being distracted.

“I…um…” he can’t stop looking at Hotch fucking you.

“You wanna wait until I’m done?” Hotch offers.

“Uh…”

Hotch chuckles. “Have a seat or wait outside.”

Spencer immediately sits down on the couch in Hotch’s office, seemingly not wishing to leave despite his embarrassment. A bulge forms in his pants. Hotch notices. Spencer is trying desperately to ignore it.

“Take it out if you want.” Hotch replies in a tone that is way too casual for the situation.

“Oh no I uh…” Spencer shakes his head. His cheeks are still very red. And he still seemingly cannot speak intelligently.

“You stayed to watch for a reason. You like watching me fuck our girl, don’t you?” Hotch smirks as he caressed your back lovingly before his hand goes down to caress your ass. He then smacks it. Reid winches at the sound. Despite having signed the contract…despite you technically being available for his use, Spencer had never used you and had never thought of you as being “his” or “the team’s”.

Your little whines and whimpers filled Spencer’s ears.

“You can come touch her if you’d like.” Hotch says, not really wishing to share you right now but knowing it was in the rules that both he and Reid had helped type up that anyone at any time could use you and that hogging you was prohibited. The men had a civil agreement about sharing but Hotch could not technically deny Spencer access to you if he wished to have it.

“Oh…I dunno…”

“That’s the deal, Reid. You wanna touch her? You’re allowed to.” Hotch reminds him.

Spencer hesitates still. This causes Hotch to sigh.

“Y/N/N, hon, tell our shy Dr. Reid that he can touch you.” He caressed your ass before he smacked it again.

“Come…come touch me, Spence. It’s ok, I promise.” You turn your head to look at him. You hold your hand out as you beckoned him over.

“See? She wants you to touch her. She probably would love it if you got your cock out and put it in that pretty little mouth of hers.”

(Pronoun or POV switch?)

Spencer cannot believe what he’s hearing his unit chief say about this woman. She was kind and caring and smart. But she was also the team’s whore. She was also currently getting fucked doggy style by the unit chief.

Like a siren, she called to him. And so he stood up and went to her. At her present angle, she managed to help him get his cock out and stroked it.

“Help her out and go over to the side or back of the desk.” Hotch ordered. He’d been next to them at one side of the desk, the “front”. He obeys his unit chief and goes to the back. He pushes the chair out of the way. She reaches forward to stroke his cock. She’d never touched his cock before. He’d never asked or guided it there. Her hand on it felt like heaven, though.

Hotch chuckled at his reaction to it.

“How’s it feel, Reid?”

Spencer doesn’t immediately respond.

“Reid…give her feedback at least. She likes it. Praise her, come on. Tell her how good her hand feels wrapped around your cock.”

“S-so good.” He manages to get out. “God…”

“Let’s move to the couch. So she can be more comfortable and suck your cock, hmm?”

Spencer just nods and follows back to the couch as Hotch pulls out of you and leads you over.

You all position so Hotch is back inside of you and so you can lean down to suck Spencer’s cock. You take his tip in your mouth and suck lightly. He moans.

“Holy…oh my god…”

“You like it? She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she?” Hotch said as he patted your bum before giving it a cheeky little smack.

“D-don’t…don’t call her that.” Spencer murmured as he tried not to lose his mind as you took a couple of more inches in.

“Why not? It’s ok. She likes it. You read the contract in full before you signed it. You know what was in there, even if you’ve never used her before now. You know she likes light degradation along with praise.”

“I kn-know what’s in…the contract but I still don’t like to hear th-those…things…said about her.”

“Alright. No party is supposed to be uncomfortable. I’ll respect that.”

“Th-Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome. It was all part of the deal.”

“Mhm…guess you’re…right…”

Hotch continued to snap his hips into your ass while you took more of Spencer into your mouth.

“Come on, love. Take all of him in. He’s not that big or long.” Hotch encourages you as he puts a hand on the back of your head and caresses.

“H-hey…” Spencer murmurs, offended.

“That’s not such a bad thing.” Hotch assures Reid. “I had to train her very well and very long to get her to take my cock. Morgan did the same. You won’t be that much of a challenge. She’ll happily and greedily gobble you right up right now. Won’t you, hon?” He caressed your hair more before grasping it a bit and pushing you down onto Spencer’s dick.

“Hotch, don’t-oh my…god!” Spencer choked out as you take him all the way in.

“She feels good, right?” Hotch asks as he looks up at Spencer to see his reaction.

“Mhm…s-so good…” Spencer nods. His mouth is open and his eyes are half shut.

“Tell her how good her mouth feels around your cock.” Hotch pretty much orders Spencer. It’s a shock to no one who is in charge here.

Spencer isn’t sure he can speak. But he tries his best to. “I…god…your mouth…feels so good, Y/N/N. I’m not…gonna last…long.” Spencer pants.

“Then cum when you’re ready. She can take it. She’ll swallow your cum like the good girl she is.” Hotch caresses your head again before trailing his hand down your back to grip your hips again as he continues to thrust into you.

You bob your head up and down on Spencer’s cock. Spencer has a hard time containing his moans and whimpers.

“I…I’m gonna…shi-aahh…” Spencer cuts himself off with a gasp as his orgasm hits him.

“That’s it, Reid. Be a good boy and cum in our girl’s mouth.” Hotch encourages him.

Spencer’s cum spurts out from his tip and coats the roof of your mouth. He shudders as he does so.

Hotch tugs lightly on your hair to get you to come off of Spencer’s cock and swallow his cum.

“You swallow all of it?” Hotch asks you.

“Mhm.” You nod.

“Open your mouth. Show Reid.” Hotch orders you.

You obediently open your mouth to show Spencer that you’d swallowed all of his cum.

“She do it?” Hotch casually asks Spencer as he continues to grip your hips and thrust into you, now at a faster pace, obviously approaching his climax as well now.

Spencer is so transfixed on your face as you’re getting pounded by the unit chief that he forgets to answer said man.

“Reid. She swallow?” Hotch repeats himself.

“Huh? Oh um…y-yeah.” He nods.

“Course she did. She’s such a good girl. Dirty little whore too.”

Spencer winces at the use of that derogatory term. He wonders if you really like being called that but recalls the persuasive essay you’d written. You’d made it clear how you liked a little degradation along with the praise. Hotch had been correct. Spencer cups your face while you look up at him as Hotch is very close to cumming inside of you. That had been discussed as well. Everyone got tested regularly to make sure everyone all stayed clean and no one gave anything to anyone else. But Hotch wouldn’t exactly be upset if he had another child. Jack had always complained about being lonely.

“You look so pretty, Y/N.” Spencer smiles down at you.

“Thank you…Spencer…” You smiled back up at him.

“You ready, honey? I got a nice full load for you.” Hotch warns you.

“Mhm… ‘M ready.”

“Good girl.” Aaron grips your hips as his thrusts stutter and he groans as he empties himself inside of you.

“Reid…go get…a warm wash cloth for our girl, would you? And some water and some snacks.” Hotch pants ever so slightly.

Spencer nods and goes to do what he’s been instructed to do by his unit chief. While he does this, Hotch pulls out of you and pushes his cum back into you with his fingers.

"Gotta keep that in there for just a bit." He repositions you so you're on your back on the couch. He caresses your cheek.

"You were such a good girl for us, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." He smiles down at you.

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ᴏʙɴᴏxɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ' (ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ)

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⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“Oh, Wreck…” 

You’re usually quiet.

It’s always been like that, with any partner, despite their skill. It never meant anything larger about your enjoyment, but you just never saw the point of being so vocal. It didn’t come so naturally without feeling awkward or tainting your body in insecurity and nerves.

Not until Wrecker parades in with his dashing smile and big arms with the spirit to light up any room.

Suddenly, you can’t seem to stop making noise.

“Right there, yes, yes, ahh—!” You goad, gripping onto the regulation sheets of his cot. Wrecker’s grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls you even closer, despite his face already being smushed into your cunt as close as it can be. Neither of you can get enough. Especially when you let him get a taste and feast like this for the whole night.

“Kriff you’re perfect.” 

“I could say the same.” He says it with little space between. The heels of your feet dig into his back, urging him to keep going as you whine again, feeling his tongue swipe up and down your cunt. You can’t stop the string of words leaving you.

“So good. So good–oh…” You’re interrupted by your own moan as he takes his hands to spread your folds apart, prodding the shallows of your entrance with a finger. As he pushes it in, your chest pushes out words you’d never expect to come out of you in any situation, but suddenly, it feels so instinctive. Destined, almost. Though that might be too dramatic.

Either way, it sustains.

“Good boy.”

Wrecker stills. All his previous ministrations on your body cease as he brings his eyes up to yours, lip tugged between his teeth with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

At first, you think he’s unsettled. But the twitch of the tent in his blacks offers a different proposition.

“Did you like that?”

Wrecker hums an unintelligible response, and you pull his face closer and pout.

“That’s not a clear answer, Wreck.”

His stammering is too sweet. 

“I uh…” He begins, softly scratching at his neck with a lazy grin. You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose to urge him to continue. “I guess I did.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, planting a firm kiss on his parted lips.

“I’m glad,” you say in full admiration, “Because you are a good boy. You’re so, so good to me.”

The blush that coats his face could heat the entire base. He leans in to kiss you good and long, sloppily planting more and more, rushed and messy over your body until he reaches your cunt again. As he gets his mouth back on his prize, you make sure to let out another loud and pleased moan.

“I love hearing you make noise,” Wrecker admits, voice muffled with his mouth occupied.

“Yeah?” You ask, voice tinged in honey–coated curiosity. 

“Kriff yeah,” his voice is exasperated as he pushes in another finger, feeling your clenching walls hugging his digits. “Really–really like it when you tell me it’s good.”

A gentle, yet thorough curve of his fingers makes your head fall back again.

“Yes, yes, like that.”

He does it again. Then again. Then one more time for extra measure so you’re whining through shut lips and gushing over his hand.

“Good boy, good boy, shit–”

You’re rendered entirely speechless as his thumb presses to your clit, rubbing small circles to make you whimper further. You hold onto the back of his head as the most nonsensical strings of begs and praises leave your lips; you can’t get enough. 

“Make me come, yeah? Be so good and make me come all over your fingers, nice and good, make me scream, yeah, yeah–”

It’s practically a squeal, the final noise you make as you clench around his fingers, your cries intensified by his own approving groans. His hand is entirely drenched, covered in your spend and sign of arousal, and no doubt good work from him.

“You did so good,” is the final thing you tell Wrecker before he smiles and lingers wet kisses over your face again, leaving marks of your juices in its wake before flipping the two of you around. 

At least you’ve gotten your fill, but you’re far from done.

You still haven’t even been able to get him in your mouth yet.

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[theycallmebun]

don’t doubt yourself

kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader (platonic fic)

w/c: 473

genre: hurt to comfort

warnings: breakup w/ oikawa

summary: y/n is going through it and kuroo is a good friend

“y/n…”

“i’m sorry. i can’t help it, the tears just start coming out, and they don’t stop. it’s so easy to get stuck in my head these days,” you confess. 

“what’s going on, y/n?” kuroo asks. 

“it’s just…ever since the breakup, i’ve been overanalyzing everything that’s happened; all the things i’ve done and what i could’ve been better–what would’ve prevented this.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo knows how down you’ve been, so he brought you out to brunch in hopes of getting your mind off things. the effort was sweet, but nothing really helped because absolutely everything reminded you of him. 

it makes sense because for so long, he was your everything. you can admit that it was exhausting thinking about oikawa 24/7 and correlating him to everything in your everyday life. but that’s just how things go when you love someone so much. you think about them, and you don’t stop. it’s like a switch you can never turn off. 

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

kuroo is a good friend. he knows that when you’re like this, it’s best if he’s patient and waits for you to talk it out. he tries his best to be engaged while you’re talking or even just trying to, but the words aren’t quite there yet. 

“maybe if i tried harder or something. or if i were more forgiving. if i didn’t have such a stick up my ass, we would still be together,” you blurted out. 

“don’t be silly, y/n. i saw you put all your effort into that relationship and it drained the shit out of you. don’t pin the relationship ending on yourself. oikawa fucked up, ok? what he did was unexcusable,” kuroo assures you. 

“but i fucked up, too. why didn’t he leave me when i fucked up? why was i the one to break up with him?”

“because the two of you messed up on different levels. oikawa has burned all the bridges of trust the two of you built while dating. that’s why you broke up with him. you needed to, y/n. there was no way of repairing that.”

“no, but i could’ve made it work–”

kuroo interrupt, “i’m sorry, y/n, but no. he is a liar and a cheat. please trust me when i say you did the right thing. i know it doesn’t feel like that right now because everything is so fresh, but it’s true. and i know i’m not the one to convince you of that, but please cut yourself some slack. and please don’t doubt yourself. you’re independent and strong and you don’t need that son of a bitch.”

his words actually cease your tears. and they hold you speechless. 

“you’ll be just fine, y/n.”

“thank you, tetsuro.”

“of course. now hurry up and eat before your french toast gets cold.”

[k-s-morgan]

Your writing leaves me speechless every time. It is utterly gorgeous. The writing is so emotional, and I feel like the characterizations in ATLWETD are flawless, on a whole different level. I love the shades of posessiveness/obsessiveness we're getting to see of Tom, it makes me weak on the knees. And the fact that Harry isn't just some pushover, that he's got vibrant, brilliant character that's reckless, bold, a little idiotic, and just the thing a snake like Riddle would be facinated by. I admit I was a bit skeptical last chapter on Tom breaking someone's arm just to get Harry on the Quidditch team, because I was like how is he going to get away with that, but good lord, this chapter has enlightened me. He really does have the whole school wrapped around his finger. I love the scenes in this chapter, it might be my favorite so far...

Harry projecting his love of Quidditch to Tom. Their talk about cruelty. The conversation about family, which made my heart melt. The way Harry keeps bringing up Greengrass when he wants Tom to be disgusted will never fail to amuse me... The mood gift from Alphard, which I'm betting my soul will be used in later chapters... The moral greyness of Dumbledore... The last scene. Ugh, you do such cruel and beautiful things to my heart, giving me the happiness of reading another one of your chapters while also making me crave more... I swear, you must be magic yourself; your writing is that good.

I have a few questions though. I think it's mainly just me not having all the brain cells necessary to process this story, after losing my complete mind after this chapter... but still.

My first is about how Harry is choosing to stay with Tom at Wool's. In the pseudo alternate universe, Harry stayed with him at the orphanage too, so he "knows" the outcome of staying. Couldn't Harry then dissuade Tom's fears of dying, by saying they survived in the alternate universe?

My second is how Tom's referring to Harry in his mind. We all know Harry loves to think of Tom as "Riddle" - rather fitting lol. But is Tom opting for "Potter" or "Harry"? I cannot wait to read his perspective by the way, the way you write Tom in WHGTB is amazing. His elusiveness so far is killing me!

Third is about how genuine their fight about the Potters was. Was it a ruse to get Harry pissed enough to summon fire, or did Tom actually consciously or subconsciously think that?

Fourth. You mentioned for WHGTB, another masterpiece of course, that Tom wouldn't have been obsessed with Harry if it wasn't mutual. That he's an all-or-nothing kind of person. Is this Tom similar? I know he is much crueler, colder, etc., but this basic principle is similar, right?

Sorry for the lengthy ask and the fangirling. It's just that I've been obsessing over chapter 4 for over 24 hours, and I've been thinking about it constantly. I can't even describe how much your fics mean to me. When things are going wrong in real life, I always find solace and comfort in them. I'm even going to watch Black Butler soon, just because I want to read your fic.

I'm sorry for the pain the war has brought to you and your country. I hope you stay safe through it all, and know that I'm always thinking about you, hoping you are okay.

Ah, thank you so much for your brilliant comment, it made me so happy! I'm really glad you enjoyed this chapter. Harry and Tom refused to let me finish it when I planned to, so it went on and on))

I'm glad you're enjoying both Tom and Harry. They have such different personalities, but they really click. I think Tom said more words to Harry in these months they know each other than he ever said to his followers. 

How cults work never ceases to amaze me. I read so much about different religious cults where the leader was doing absolutely horrible things, from rape to torture to mutilations and murders, and yet the majority remained devoted him. Hell, I have a very sick neighbour called Russia where millions support one genocide after another while hundreds of thousands actively kill, destroy, and torture innocent people. These beings have no goal, no reason, they just do what their so-called leader orders even though it means becoming a monster and risking their own life and safety for nothing. 

Tom Riddle makes for a much more charismatic and inspiring leader, so I think it's realistic that he managed to wrap the other Slytherins around his finger so completely. Apart from being an actual fighter, he has much to offer in terms of power, influence, and recognition. 

I think Harry is a little jealous of Greengrass without fully understanding why and in what way. There is no doubt that Tom favors him much more, but Greengrass is his right hand, a person he'd trust in a battle, the one he'd immediately rely on, and Harry is already feeling the first stirrings of irritation and possessiveness. 

Yeah, Alphard's mood artifact is going to come in handy! Needless to say, Tom is going to be very confused by the frantic change of emotions Harry gets around him :D 

About your questions, sure!

For question 1: in Harry's story, he and fake!Tom just about finished their fifth year when Tom went insane, started sowing chaos, and they got hunted down by Dumbledore and his people. That's when Harry made his journey through 'universes.' So he has no idea what happens after their sixth year and if Tom survives it because it never took place. Naturally, in reality, Harry knows that Tom makes it, but he cannot say he's from the future, so he has to stay silent. Besides, he knows that his presence is changing things, so after they arrive to the Wool's, he himself will be unsure if everything is going to be fine.

Question 2: I think Tom is conflicted about how to refer to Harry, so he settled on "Him." His mind instantly knows who he's talking about because Harry has taken a permanent place in his mind. So it's, "I wonder what he is doing, "How powerful can he get with the right initiative," and so on. 

I hope you enjoy his POV when it comes :D We'll be stuck in Tom's head for the entire second half of the story.

Question 3: the fight was entirely genuine. Tom saw an opportunity when he saw how enraged Harry got, so he had him conjure fire, but before this, it never crossed his mind, he was too jealous and angry. 

Question 4: You know, it's a really good question! I think this Tom is different from WHGTB Tom in this regard. In WHGTB, Tom began to respond to the fact that Harry loves him. In ATLWETD, Tom is responding to the idea that in some other world, he himself loved Harry. He finds it fascinating because he cannot imagine loving anyone; at the same time, he takes it for granted that people like him and want to do things for him. So mutuality is not as important as long as he has feelings. When he learns that Harry lied to him, and if, for example, Harry didn't end up loving him at all, he wouldn't stop. He'd find a way to bind them together anyway, even if it meant enslaving Harry's mind, altering his memories, etc. It's very likely that Tom would have done anything to mold Harry into the person he was pretending to be, someone who loved him, shared a past with him, and cared nothing about the timeline. 

Ooh, if you end up watching Black Butler, I hope you enjoy it! I'm so addicted to this universe, I think it is forever. 

Thank you for your words, for your review and questions. I hope you'll enjoy the next chapter, although it won't come for a while! 

[tonowarislut]

HANJI X READER

! Spoiler season 4 !

Warnings: they/them Hanji (but you can change their pronouns) sadness and death.

(English is not my native language sorry for eventual errors)

How would you honestly describe Hanji's death? Utterly useless.

Many would say it was worth it.

That they saved lives, they were a hero.

But for you? Futile, just words to justify a useless death to live better with their conscience.

A death that could be spared.

Hanji was the love of your life.

You wanted them back.

You were so, so angry.

You wanted them alive. Hugging you. They were your partner.

You wanted them to talk about titans all night long like they used to.

You wanted to remind them that they had to eat and to take a shower.

You missed them so much.

It was excruciating.

Every. Time.

Every time you remembered their last words.

----

" I brought and lead you here killing, in the process, some of your comrades that's why now i'll take responsibility for my actions " they said smiling sadly.

Armin was speechless. He wanted to say something but the words wouldn't came out.

" Armin you are now the 15th commander. One attitude of the commander is to never give up, in any circumstances. You are the most adequate"

"That's all i wanted to say. Now i'll say goodbye" after taking some steps they continued saying " Ah yes, now Levi is your subordinate, use him as you wish"

"Hanji? What are you saying? Have you gone crazy? You aren't going anywhere. You are stuck with me. You promised me" you said in the verge of tears.

They just hugged you hard. You freezed feeling them trembling. They were afraid.

"I love you. I'll miss you so much my darling" Hanji said almost crying.

"No. No. No. You are stuck with me." You said hugging them back with so much force. You didn't want to let them go. Never.

They were your everything. The air you breathed. Your oxygen.

Hanji break the hug with abruptness.

They didn't want to do it but they had to, they had no choice. They wanted to save YOU and the others.

" Hanji. No. Please. I love you. Please. They need you, I need you. What would i do without you? We can do it anyway. Please. It's not necessary" You said trembling like a leaf.

Just the thought of them dead made you shake. Shake in fear and pain.

"I'm afraid it is, my little titan" Hanji answered sweetly.

Little titan was the nickname they gave you when you first met.

"You now damn well it's not. Please stay with me" you begged, reaching for them but they just slapped your hand. Making you cry.

You than throw yourself in their arm, trying to block them, at first it worked but soon after Hanji throw you on the ground, making you dizzy.

It was so painful...

It was so painful to treat you this way but they preferred this to your death.

It was so painful for them not to see your smile again, to know that you will not listen to them anymore.

They didn't want to leave you like this but they had to.

You looked so heartbroken. They will forever feel guilty.

Mikasa held you. Trying to keep you there, on the ground. Stopping your ways to cease Hanji.

You jerked in her strong arms, screaming to let you go.

"Hey four eyes" said Levi

"You understand why i'm doing this, right Levi?" Asked Hanji "It seems it's my turn now and i feel like to show off, so let me go..."

Levi closed his eyes giving up the idea of convincing them and saying "Shinzo wo Sasageyo" while touching their heart with his hand.

You cried. Your last hope, Levi gave up too.

"Hanji-" your voice cracked hearing them laughing

"hahahaha it's the first time i hear you saying it, Levi!"

"HANJI!" You screamed again seeing them throwing themselves at the horde of titans.

The last thing you heard from Hanji was "ahh as i thought...titans are wonderful..."

You closed your eyes, crying, feeling your heart stop and crack.

Mikasa held you closer, trying to comfort you. She knew how much you and Hanji loved each other.

"At least...at least they are dying like they wanted... because of their beloved titans..." Mikasa tried to say.

"I hate you. It wasn't supposed to end like this" you answered her.

You saw Hanji fight some titans, making them fall.

"the holes are welded! Turn on the engine!" You heard on the background.

Everything seemed muffled at that moment, you were focused on your beloved partner.

"Y/N! Let's go!" Mikasa told you, getting you off the ground.

"NO!" you screamed.

While Mikasa turned your back you heard Hanji screaming.

You turned your head in their direction and you regretted doing that.

You saw them burn and blow up.

You silently screamed.

Mikasa throw you inside the plane, keeping you safe.

A part of you died there, in that moment.

Your light was now gone but a fire, the fire of wrath, was on.

You will not give up. You will fight for Hanji.

That's what you promised yourself seeing them die, for you.

For and because of THEM.

Now you needed time to recover and heal those deep wounds.

You would do it. You would do it for Hanji.

"till i see you again my love, i forgive you" you said letting other tears drop from your eyes.

----

"I'm sorry guys, Y/n...i love you" said Hanji before blowing up.

----

Hanji woke up and said "What happened to the airplane?"

A familiar voice answered them "It took off"

They turned and saw Erwin.

They hugged him, greeting him. They missed him.

Erwin "You know Hanji...Y/n will kill you again once here with us"

Hanji "Yeah...I know..."

[writing-funsies]

OP characters with a soft s/o P.6

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5 | p.6

pairings: Shanks x reader, Mihawk x reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol

Shanks

partying is this man's middle name

he's here for a good time

not a long time

though, he'll probably be around for a long time

definitely a work smarter not harder type of guy

he doesn't see the point in worrying over stuff until the situation becomes serious

so he spends most of his time just having fun

traveling around

telling you really bad jokes

you laugh at some of them, but you don't hesitate to just stare at him if you don't find them funny

which always leaves him pouting

he gets over it thirty seconds later 

when he sees a cool fish or something to show you

he embodies that meme

you know the one

oh my gosh, you have a crush on me? how embarrassing

babe, we've literally been married for five years

that's even worse lol

you keep him from drinking himself into a coma

impressed that he hadn't done so before you met him

and when he has an especially bad hangover

you'll be there to give him cuddles and water and some medicine

which he fully takes advantage of

free pass to spend his entire day with you without interruptions?

yes, please

when he's had a long day

(ie Ben made him actually do some of his work)

(the audacity)

you pull him close and remind him that it's all worth it

life is one adventure at a time

and he's thrilled that you'll be there by his side to experience them with him

Mihawk

the swordsman is the very definition of chill

there aren't many things that can break through his facade

he just takes everything in stride

but then you arrived in his life

his home isn't exactly warm and welcoming

quite the opposite in fact

but with you there, the place has become quite lively

well, between you and Perona

you're the only person to make this man blush

the way you present him with a flower that reminded you of his eyes

or you found a new book that seemed to be right up his alley 

it really is the little things 

you make him appreciate the ordinary things life has to offer

and in exchange

Mihawk gives you his undying love

he may not be a man of many words

but your kindness never ceases to leave him speechless

as indifferent as he may seem

he is a hopeless romantic

you just bring out that side of him

between the way you keep the castle clean while he's gone

because he may live in an old castle but that doesn't mean it has to look abandoned

and cook with him

and surprise him with hot baths and a glass of wine

and read with him in the evenings

and smile at him when you think he's not looking

this man just cannot help but love you

sometimes, he feels he's too brash for you

he's not overtly violent

but he's done plenty of things in his life that would leave other people cold inside

yet you always find it within yourself to look at him so warmly

with just so much love

and tenderness

that all of his past actions don't matter anymore

with you, he always finds himself smiling

[theficblog]

ODD LOVE

LEE MINHO

Summary: High societies are boring, thanks to Minho you could at least have a little fun amidst the dullness, after all, he's just another friend.

Genre: Suggestive + Fluff + Rich kids AU + Friends to lovers

Wordcount: 955

Warnings: Suggestive + Language

"Mom, till when do I have to be here and act like Elsa?" You sighed as you toyed with your white gold Harry Winston. 

"Shh!" Your mother hushed you up like she would any other time. "Mrs. Hong! It's been a while!" She held her arms open gently as she elegantly brushed her cheeks with the other lady.

You let out a silent chuckle. Deep down everyone present in the room knew how fake these interactions were but yet none failed to comply with the laws of the high societies.

This was boring.

The clinking of the champagne glasses, the bragging about the sons, the prices of the pearls and diamonds, everything was boring.  

You digested the fact that the whole night is going to get wasted and that chucking more champagne was a way better idea. 

At times like these, even the lines of the palms seemed intriguing. You focused on tracing your fingers on your palm in a pattern only until the room started to fill up with more whispers and gasps.

You tilted to your neck to see what kind of Greek god was stepping out for the people to give this a big reaction.

It turned out it was Minho. Okay, maybe it was not boring anymore. 

The young man was dressed up in head-to-toe designer brands. The wine-red Brioni tux, wrist studded with Rolex and expensive leather shoes, so shiny one could see their face on them. Those cold, dark eyes paired with that little smirk on his lips made his aura glow like diamonds. 

"Oh my god, Minho is here!"  "The last time I knew, he was still single."

Young women never ceased with whisper-toned comments as they glued their eyeballs to his figure, he was indeed hot.

-

"Hi oddball!" Minho bit his lip and stood before you after a good forty minutes or so when his fan wave went a bit quieter. 

Oddball. The nickname he gave you when you were seven. 

"Yeah, the oddball that doesn't fangirl over you, Meanie." 

Meanie, you probably gave this name to him around the same time as an act of revenge, even though he was anything but.

"How long have you been here already?" Minho stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he raised his shoulders. 

"Maybe for two hours now." 

"Two hours of acting? Or were you waiting for me to show up?" Continuing the conversation, he teasingly questioned, playing with his earring.

"Ew. Fuck you." Your eyebrows pulled down and your nose wrinkled. 

"Right now. Right here?" He ceased his hand movements as his eyes got wider and yet another smirk took over his cat-like face.

"You're not as good in bed as you think. Let me make it clear." Your words left him speechless, he tried to open his mouth but could not. He was embarrassed, but you knew he would never take this never-ending banter seriously. 

-

"Ahh" Minho hissed when you bit his lower lip, causing his mouth to open wide, providing you with the entrance. 

The jazz music from the outside could still be heard through the bathroom doors, but it was to be soon muted for the two of you who only focused on earning more whimpers and moans from each other.

"We're so good at sneaking out like this." He growled, running his fingers through your hair. By now his upper body was naked. The exorbitant blazer was thrown away on the floor, leaving him only with his silvery shimmering neck chain and timepiece.

"Let me show you how it's done right." You whispered against his ear, placing the tip of your finger on the zip of his pants. His body shook from the tingling. 

-

"That was so filthy" "They'd be looking for us."

The two of you voiced at the same time. 

"Let them, they don't care about us anyways. Anyone could be as precious to them, they just have to be their offsprings and heirs." Minho went on to put his arm behind your neck, allowing you to rest your back that was pressed against the car door, more comfortably. 

You both sat on the floor in the basement after what was one wild session of sex. Yet it was not awkward, for it was never the first time.

Were you dating? Were you just friends or fuckbuddies? There appeared to be no clear answer to this. 

"Are you okay?" He questioned. "Come on, I could handle much-"

"I meant are you doing okay generally, you pervert. Aren't you bored of this life?" He cut you off.

"Oh. Well. Yeah. A hundred fucking per cent." You continued. "Let's run away and build a mud cabin on some land near the woods."

"Then we'd have to live together." He spoke and dusted off his pants.

"That's what I mean." You held his hand that was hung above your arms.

"I think I love you, Minho." There you said those words, staring deep into his eyes.

"What? Really?" A grin took over his face before he quickly changed it into an astonished one.

"Don't you love me back?" You asked, perplexed by his reaction.

"Of course I love you. You're like a sibling to me!" He nodded.

"That's not what Jisung told me." You got out of his grip and sat again.

"Plus, siblings don't do this." The next moment you were straddling him. 

"Incest." He giggled as he threw his head back.

"Minho!" You smacked his arm.

"I could've confessed in a much better way. You ruined my plan." He brought his hands to wrap around your waist. 

"Oh god, not this meanie again." 

"Oh god, not his oddball again." He mocked you, before pulling you closer into his arms.

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[frenchrebelfries]

Gone and gone

A/N: so.. it’s been a while... and idk wth I’m thinking while writing this so... Happy Reading!

Everything seems to fall apart from the day the snap happened…

Thanos manages to cease the existence of haft of the universe as you failed to stop him leaving the ones that remain guilty…

And Natasha is one of them…

.

All that remains defeatedly got back to the compound.

“Nat-“ you called her but Natasha didn’t even bother to look at you as she walked out the quinjet, your bothering eyes followed her exit.

You felt a hand on your shoulder seeing Steve looking at you in worry

“just give her time Y/N… she’ll come around” he said, giving him a brief nod understanding what he meant.

“come now, everyone will be needing some answers” and by that the hero left with the others.

Taking a deep breath you took a step out

You are not the only one who lost someone so you can’t let yourself get too emotional with Natasha ignoring you… you have an entire universe to face, you don’t have time to break.

Time passes and… Well you were completely wrong

You thought Natasha would come around after Tony was found but a few months already passed she is still ignoring you, others left the compound helping with keeping the world in check as you stayed with Natasha who is now pretending that you don’t exist.

Finishing up your workout you sat back down by the wall of the gym catching up your breath, you were never this tired after a workout but these couple of days you can barely finish it without collapsing, your body seems different maybe because of stress and sleepless nights you had.

Making your way to the kitchen you saw Natasha placing a plate in the sink, she only took a glance at you and left.

“Nat” you called her but she continues to walk away, you followed her up down the hallway as you called her again.

“Nat”

 “Natasha!”

You grab her wrist stopping her from her track, her dull emotionless green eyes met yours as her cold voice rang

“what?” she asked you

“’what ?’ that’s all you can say after all this time that you’ve been ignoring me?:” the flustration in your voice was evident. You are getting to the bottom of this.

She sighed rather loudly and tried to pull her wrist back but you held it more not wanting her to escape this confrontation. 

“did I do something wrong, Natasha? Just tell me so I can fix it” you begged her as she looked away

“what you did is something that can’t be fixed Y/N, now let go of me”

you didn’t listen to her as your hold got a bit tighter

“no, I know you feel bad about what happened back in Wakanda but you can’t just stay like this, I know they’re your friends… but I am here too”

Natasha stayed silent with fury filling her eyes

“you don’t know what it feels like Y/N” you can hear the anger that was laced in her voice.

“what?! Do you want me gone? Dusted like the other just for you to care and have your attention?!” your voice breaks as much as your heart did saying this.

 With that Natasha finally snapped

 “Yes! I wished that you were gone Y/N, I wished you were dusted back there when Thanos snapped in Wakanda!”

You were left speechless…

she wants you gone too…

“Everyone’s love ones are gone! and I am guilty of having you here with me while they suffer losing theirs!” she screamed.

Your hold on her wrist loosen still in shock with her words and before you know Natasha already spun around leaving you as she headed back to her office.

You didn’t know how you got outside the compound as you found yourself running towards the lake, the lake that always gives you comfort as your knees sank on the cold ground.

A bitter laugh left your mouth, tears streaming down your face

If someone sees you right now they’re going to think that you’ve lost your mind

Your laugh turned into whines, whines into screams as you let all your sadness out …

your voice broke but still, you continued, you cried your heart out hoping Natasha would hear how much her words and action break you.

you cried praying that all of this was a nightmare and you’re going to wake up seeing her by your side smiling at you like she usually does watching you sleep.

.

.

You took a hold of Rhodey’s shoulder as you felt the whole world spin making your vision blur in the process

“Y/N? what's wrong?” Rhodey asked you as he tried to hold you up

“my head’s just acting up Rhodes just give me a sec” you told him closing your eyes as you felt light-headed

“Do you need anything?- oh god you look so pale! We need to get you to a hospital-”

“I’m good Rhodes, it’s just stress hospital is the last place where I wanted to be right now”

“you sure Y/N? I know this work takes a ton to do but you have to look after yourself too, plus it looks like you lost some weight”

You gave him a shrug as you stood straight up to convince him that you’re ok biting out the pain of your body

“Rhodes, really I’m fine”

“you need to get it checked up tho’ as much as I want to work alone, it would be a pain in my bum to do this by myself with you chilling yourself out in a bed”

You both chuckled as you gave her a nod and continued the mission you two had.

.

.

“I’m sorry miss Y/L/N but your biopsy test result just arrived… I’m afraid that you have Chronic lymphocytic leukemia or what’s commonly known as CLL” you froze hearing what the doctor just said

“I-I have what?”

“Chronic lymphocytic leukemia, it’s a cancer of the blood and bone marrow, it is quite rare of it to be affecting a person at your age…”

“I guess I’m the luckiest of the bunch…” you tried to joke at him while he only started you in silence as you still waiting to what is he going to say next until you broke it with a fake cough before speaking

“I think this is supposed to be the part where you tell me all the treatments that I’ll be needing right?”

The doctor just nodded explaining further as he took a deep breath

“there is still no treatment that can cure CLL, in fact, CLL can rarely be cured… most of them lived with it until they die and I’m going, to be honest with you right now, with the symptoms your experiencing right now it is certainly much worst for you to be able to live long enough”

 “how long?... how much time do I have left?”

“If things go right I might say 5 years max but if it didn’t you’re looking at about a year or two”

After all of the things you’ve done, you were more expecting yourself to die in a battle and not with an illness. You chuckled a bit about the thought of you spending the rest of your life in a hospital bed.

“no way out of it huh?”

The doctor was silent, for a person who was just told that is going to live for 2 years you were taking it well than others did and it scared the doctor for your well-being.

“we can still offer you treatments, it may not cure you but we can try, I know a doctor that-“

You cut him off

“nah… I-I don’t want to be stuck here in the hospital for the rest of my short life, is there any medication I can take just to get me by?”

“I can give you some vitamins enough to sustain your body, medication for the fatigue and anemia and pain reliever”

“I’ll take it then”

.

After that day you accepted a long time mission just to be away to the compound picking a place near a hospital that cater cancer patients as the toll of cancer finally catch up on you, you lost a lot of weight after a few months you can barely do anything without the pills.

You took a few tests and tried the treatments they offer but nothing seems working so you stopped not wanting to waste your time being coped up inside the hospital. That routine lasted for a year, no contact with Natasha, she never tried to find you so you started to accept your faith.

Hearing a loud knock from the door woke you up, groan in pain as your whole body ache from tiredness and bruise you forced yourself up as the knock got louder.

“ugh… just a sec- R-rhodes?”

Standing on your doorway was Rhodey his excited eyes turned to worry as he saw your state

“Y/N… you’re really hard to track you know” he chuckled for a bit as you let him inside your cabin.

“what are you doing here? “ you asked not wanting to waste any more time

“we found a way…”

Your brows curled to what he said

“away? A way for what? Rhodey”

With hope in his eyes, he said

“to bring everyone back”

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With Rhodey begging you to help them, you quickly packed your bag with some extra medicine that would last you for the time being that you were there.

Tucking yourself with layers of clothing and drinking a stimulant, you both made your way back to the compound where everyone was planning to whom would get the mission.

  “Y/N” you heard Tony’s voice, you smiled as he pulled you into a hug

“miss me Mr. Stank?” you joked at him

“nope, not in a bit” he replied making your eyes roll.

You saw some familiar faces around as they welcomed you back, Nebula was there with Thor… who change a lot, Clint and the shrinking dude, and most importantly Natasha…

She looks much better now than she did back then and you’re happy for her.

  “Welcome back Y/N” Steve greeted you giving you a short hug

“glad to be back cap”

Being with everyone again really brings back memories.

  Steve all briefed you with the plan

“Y/N and Natasha would go to Volmir-“ Natasha quickly cut off Steve

“I’m not going with her” she eyed you sharply as you only took a deep breath and massaged your temple as you are now harnessing a raging headache.

Everyone seems confused about it, they knew things between you and Nat has gone bad but not this bad.

“it’s a mission Romanoff she would be in your team whether you like it or not” Steve sternly said as he earned a scoff from the redhead Russian.

“I can switch with Natasha” Rhodey volunteered to raise his hand

“I’m pretty sure Y/N and I can handle Volmir just fine” he smirks taking a glance at you as you gave him a smile as a thank you. After the snap, you and Rhodey both bonded well, taking missions with him was one of the best memories you can ever muster after Thanos happened.

The day ended with all of you agreeing with the plan finishing up the meeting with dinner.

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“you should probably eat more Y/N, I made that ya know?” Tony asked offering you more food.

You scrunch your face in disgust, it’s not the food that has a problem, it’s you who have one as you can barely taste the food and you might throw most of it up later after dinner.

“I’m good Stank, unlike you, old man I need to keep my body in shape” you joked at him as he starts to ask Steve if there is a problem with him getting old as Steve assures him that it was normal dropping the topic he had with you.

You can feel someone is staring at you as you gaze around the table seeing Natasha eyeing at you, as both of your eyes met she quickly pried out her gaze back to her plate as laughter soon filled the table with everyone enjoying the night for the big day tomorrow.

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Making your way back to your room you accidentally bumped into Natasha.

It was awkward as you tried your best to avoid her ever since you got back in the compound. Giving her a nod as recognition you tried to go on your way but the redhead seems stubborn as she blocked your way.

“you’ve been avoiding me” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“yeah… someone taught me that, kinda got pretty good at it” you answered her sarcastically.

Silence filled the both of you as you got a bit impatient.

“if you don’t have anything to say can you get out of my way now?” you spoke in a shaky voice as you strode away from her but her words made you stop and look back at her.

“come back to me in one piece will you” she said with sadness evident in her green eyes.

You only gave her a nod, not trusting your voice. Even if we can bring back everyone… you can never promise her you’ll be there. The cancer is getting worst and worst and even you can feel the death getting closer and closer to your doorstep.

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“6 stones 3 teams 1 shot” Steve said as everyone walked in wearing the suit. Everyone was in the platform, well except you and Tony but as you started your first step up you felt a hand on your arm holding you back. Tony’s hand to be exact.

“what’s the meaning of this Y/N” he whispered to you showing you the data he on you in the suit.

“your vitals are lower than normal Y/N, is there something you’re not telling me?”

You remained silent as he sighs

“you can’t go to this mission Y/N, your body is not ready for thi-“ before he can finish you cut him off

“I’m going to this mission Tony… even if it’s going to be my last then so be it” you seriously said to him with determination burning in your eyes.

Your staring contest with the Earth’s best defender, Iron Man got cut off with Rocket shouting

“we don’t have all day for staring contest people, come on!”

Others look concerned but you just gave them a smile assuring them that everything’s alright

You felt Tony giving you a hug as you hugged him back.

“you have a lot of explaining to do after this”

You chuckled finding irony in this situation…

“I’ll try Mr. Stank”

Adjusting the time and location on your wrist your eye happened to land on the redhead beside you who looks excited and smiley making your heart flutter in delight. You’re glad that she’s happy now

“see you in a minute” she whispered beside you after seeing you staring at her

You chuckled a bit and gazing into her piercing forest green eyes before saying her words back at her

“see you in a minute Nat”

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The wind blew swaying the grass and trees by the path as a certain redhead walked across the meadow reaching her destination where a tombstone is erected by the tree full of candles, flowers, and stuffed toys surrounding it.

Natasha began fixing the flowers she brought before lighting up a candle on the empty tomb.

“hey Y/N” Natasha started

“It’s been a while huh... I’m retired now, by the way, Nick’s finally back but SHIELD is still fixing things up… they really lost a lot of agents after the snap so it was kinda hard adjusting after it” she played the long strand of her hair like you use to do back then.

“Barton got his family back” she chuckles

“Tony passed, Steve got old after bringing the stone back, Wanda is MIA, Sam and Bucky both trying to get by, Banner is recuperating and Thor is off-world… we may save the universe but we're still picking up the pieces that were left for us”

Tears finally started to flow from her beautiful green eyes, recalling the days back when everything was alright.

“I miss you…” her lips shivered

 “I’m really sorry for the things I’ve done and things that I didn’t do, I was angry and I blew it off you” Natasha sniffles trying to wipe the tears on her face.

“everyone’s back now… but you’re the one who’s gone… life is truly isn’t fair”

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, my dears! I wrote this little bit of tastiness for a dear friend’s birthday, and they’ve given the okay for me to share it with all of you thirsty humans  😏 Enjoy! (being over 3300 words - this goes under a cut 😅)

Alcina NSFW ABCs

Aftercare

Imagine the most exquisite aftercare wrapped in the most delicious package. That is what you have coming to you with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. She will use every part of your size difference to hold and comfort you. Knowing how sore you must be.. The bite marks still freshly decorating your flushed skin. A smear of her lipstick across your swollen lips. How utterly wrecked you'll be as her strong arms wrap around you. Placing a soft kiss to your temple as she pours you a cup of your favorite tea. 

Body Part

Being the delicious little snack that you are,  it will be hard for her to choose her favorite part of you. She will caress… lick.. bite.. kiss.. breathe  in as much of your gorgeous body as she can. Your skin will hum at the feeling of her. Once she gets to a certain level of intimacy, she will worship you as often as she can. Never allowing you to go a single day without feeling utterly desired by her. 

I mean… YOU’VE SEEN HER! ARMS, SHOULDERS, HIPS, THIGHS, ASSSS… every single inch of her is sinful to the highest degree. Though, if you truly had to pick, you'd most likely choose her fingers. The sheer size ... the talent… the girth of them dancing up your inner thigh before sliding deep inside of you… one first, and then the other - not stopping until you were deliciously filled, stretching around her as she fucks you relentlessly. 

Cum

While it's not important to her if she always finishes, she absolutely loves to get her partner's off. She lives for it. She gets immense pleasure just from the act of utterly wrecking you.. over and over again until you’re literally gasping for air. One hand holding you up as her mouth completely covers your core. The length of her tongue as deep, and full as it can be as she drinks in every last drop of you - moaning at your taste.  

Dirty Talk 

She usually prefers that her pet has a more obedient tongue when speaking to her, but she’s been known to like it occasionally. She’ll be much more inclined to use her masterful linguistics on you. Making you drip for her with no more than just a few words. Whether you’re being particularly well behaved, or feeling significantly bratty, the way she uses her tongue will never cease to send a shiver across your needy little body.

 Experience

Advanced/Expert

The years of experience that Alcina has over you will be overwhelming at first - you may even feel a little insecure. But when it comes to her favorite little human, she will be more than happy to teach you everything that she knows. Keeping you busy late into the midnight hours as she shows you anything, and everything that you’re wanting to know. Learning all of the things that can unravel you in turn. A smug smirk across her face as she renders you speechless with her talented extremities. Each one as experienced as the last. And I mean… can you imagine.. the abilities that tongue of hers likely has? How it moves against your core. Her exquisite fingers holding just as much talent, sliding in and out of you. And well.. when it comes to her strap game… I just hope you’re prepared not to be able to walk. 

Favorite Position

Her favorite place to have you will always be with your gorgeous body pressed against the cool brick of the castle wall. Hand firmly around your neck as she holds you in place.The look of desperation in your eyes as she teases the girth of her fingers over your entrance. Reveling in each delicious whimper that escapes from your eager little mouth.  Her thick fingers sliding in… and out…  teasingly slow… making you drip.  Her teeth nipping at your flushed skin, forcing you to cry out for her. It’s a position that brings out her most primal of needs - the hunter in her breathing the sweet smell of her prey.

Well, considering what a needy little human you are - you’ll be rather insatiable when it comes to exactly how much of her you want. Never quite feeling like you could get your fill of her. Being kinkier than most pets that she’s had, Alcina will know exactly what you need - what you most desire. With a shiny black strap adorning her waist - slightly enlarged to match the sheer size of her - you will eagerly rest on your knees in front of her. The cool tip of her stap against your ass before she very slowly slides it in, allowing proper time for your body to stretch around it. A delicious heat spilling over you. You shudder against her, moaning loudly as the width of her fingers finds the entrance of your core. A needy ‘please’ escaping from your lips, and well.. how could she deny her favorite pet? With the length of her fingers sliding deep inside of you - feeling filled in every way possible. 

Goofy

Absolutely not. While she may tolerate foolishness in her castle at times (mostly from her daughters) she considers it a waste of valuable time in the bedroom. She’d much rather spend those minutes inducing other very gay feelings in you.

Hair

While she understands the appeal of being shaved, she prefers her pet to at least have some hair. As for herself, she keeps it a little more natural though neatly trimmed.

Intimacy

It will take a while for Alcina to warm up to the idea of intimacy that goes past completely wrecking you. But when she does, it will become very natural to her. Lingering touches as you pass by each other. Golden spheres looking at you fondly as you pour her favorite cup of tea. Cuddling long into the night, her strong arms holding you close against her as she stroked your hair gently. Once you have her heart, she will never leave you wondering just how much she cares for you. Your security in the companionship will be very important to her, and she will use whatever words or sweet touches she can to remind you of that.

Jack Off / Masturbation

There isn’t a single pair of hands in existence that can unravel Alcina as the same way that her own. With so many years spent, sometimes with nothing more than the company of her magnificent self - Alcina knows every spot to touch, to tease. Her strong hands roaming over her body as if it’s meeting it for the first time - hungry - yet inherently knowing exactly where to go. If you behave, she may even allow you to watch. Her hips rocking perfectly while her fingers slide deliciously in and out of her dripping core. 

She will always prefer being the one who gives you pleasure. Though, if she were away on business or for some reason she couldn’t tend to it, she would allow it. Regardless, though - She absolutely loves watching you touch yourself. A slight pink tint to her cheeks as her eyes rake over you  - watching every exquisite movement that your body makes. The roll of your hips - thrust of your fingers -  how you moan out for her as she tells you exactly where to touch yourself. 

Kinks

You could fill a dictionary with the amount of kinks that Alcina Dimitrescu has. And she’ll reveal each one to you... slowly. Always surprising you with new ones. Lucky for you, this means that this gorgeous creature will be happy to indulge you in any and all of your many kinks. As she has you tied down, one hand around your throat as her fingers on the other roughly slip inside of you - a warm sting spilling over you as she slid a third one in - a single gasp escaping from your lips as your core stretches around her. Decorating your flustered body with her mouth - teeth - nails. Claiming you in every way possible. “You’re mine, you perfect little slut, you know that?” 

Location

Given her sheer size, your Lady would, on any normal day, prefer the comforts of her own bed.. or the convenience of a firm wall against your backside. Though, occasionally, on exceptionally longer trips you may find her fingers toying with the hem of your pants - just briefly - before sliding down and taking your core as if she owns it (and she does). 

Motivation

Inherently, there will be many things about you that will make Alcina want to completely wreck you. A bratty smirk to your lips.. the beautiful blush that spills over you at just the mere presence of her.. how absolutely exquisite you look on your knees - eager and desperate for her touch. Sometimes, it will just be something as simple as a look - a stolen glance across the library - your body pressed up against the nearest bookshelf before you know it.

A single word… a heated glance.. a whisper. The way she bites her lower lip sometimes when she’s focused. Literally anything. She could have her foot on your throat, getting ready to feast upon your flesh, and you’d be utterly dripping for her - asking her for more. 

Noise

Being the reserved creature that she is, it will take a little time before she allows herself to be vocal with you. But rest assured, there will be no sweeter sound than your Lady’s voice moaning out your name into the night. As for her partners, you would do well to make sure she can hear every last delicious moan, every last needy whimper - each breath that hitches in your throat as she devours you in every way that she can. The hungry glow that illuminates the golden spheres in her eyes, every time that her name slips past your parted lips. She will want to hear every last sweet morsel that you gift her. And don’t you dare stifle a single one, lest you’re prepared to be severely punished. 

Oral

There is no sweeter taste to Lady Dimitrescu than the utterly delicious juices that she can get to drip from your needy core. The all encompassing feeling of her whole mouth enveloping it. The length of her tongue as deep inside of you as it can go - the width of it deliciously filling it. Your hips bucking against her as she literally drinks you in. One strong arm, holding you up in the most exquisite of angles, making sure that you can feel every bit of her talented mouth. One orgasm after another as her tongue proves relentless inside of you. 

You’ll moan loudly at just the taste of her. Her warm musk rolling over you in waves as she leans back, spreading her legs for you. A pool of juices steadily flowing from her core, showing you exactly how much she desires her needy little pet. A hand wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you in closer. Her swollen clit practically filling your mouth with its size. Juices trickling down the front of your neck, and down the landscape of your body. If heaven was a place, it would absolutely be hidden somewhere within the space between Alcina’s perfect thighs. 

Pace

This will all depend on the Countess’ mood.Though, normally, the desire to take you - wreck you - is too strong for her not to completely ravage you. She will want you in a way that no other has. She will claim you as often as she can, and even then - much like your legs - she will spread those moments out as long into the night. Rough - hard - almost bone breaking - that will always be her preferred pace. Not stopping until she’s utterly wrecked beneath her. And when you get to a more intimate companionship with her, when her heart swells at the sight of you - a slight pink hue to her cheeks as she takes you into her arms - the tenderness that will come with the way she touches you, will fluster you in a completely different way. Bite marks replaced by soft kisses - scratches by lingering touches. Whispering into your ear how absolutely perfect you are as she slides the width of two fingers deep inside of you, kissing your temple sweetly. 

Quickie

Your flushed body pressed back against the wall of the kitchens.. her strong hands holding you in place as she passes you in the hallway.. the primal look in her eyes as you slip her heels onto her feet, kneeling before her. There will never be a time of the day where the chance of your Lady taking you right where you stand isn’t a possibility. While it’s true she prefers to have you for as long as she can, the immense desire she has for you will, at times, spill out from her so fiercely that she’ll have no other choice than to have you - claim you - utterly wreck you. Her lips crashing heatedly against yours after one too many stolen glances. Her hands up your shirt, exploring you hungrily before diving below your panty line. The other on your throat as she stifles any delicious sounds that may get you caught. Your hair mussed, body flushed, lipstick marks across your lips and neck as you do your best to casually get back to your daily duties. 

Risk

Unfortunately, due to the sheer size of her, there aren’t many places where Alcina can indulge herself in such things. While she enjoys the rush at being caught as she fucks you against every and any surface within the castle walls that she can, she rarely gets to properly fulfill any exhibitionist type kinks that she has. With that being said, she’s been known to keep the carriage doors locked when she takes you into the village. Knowing the short amount of time that she has as she hastily shoves the thickness of her fingers into your pants. Whispering in your ear that you had better ‘be quiet’, only to do everything that she can before you arrive at your destination to get you to break. 

Stamina

Hours upon hours. Days upon days. There is no limit to how long your Lady can go when she has you at her utter disposal. Why, if her schedule allowed it, she would never leave her bed. She would make sure you were sufficiently spent, only to take you again and again. When you hold the heart of the one and only Alcina Dimitresu she will become almost insatiable for you. She will push back meetings just for another taste of you. She would have you at all hours of the day if she could. Nipping at your skin. Drinking you in. Placing the softest of kisses to your body as she utterly wrecks you, over... and over again. 

Toys

Absolutely YES. The amount of toys that she has collected and had made for her are enough to make even the kinkiest of pets head’s spin. With a large armoire in her bedroom dedicated to nothing else. Straps in various sizes and makes, ropes spun from only the finest of fabrics, a flogger for each occasion, whips for those who are exceptionally disobedient. Any toy that your needy little human mind can think of, she has. And she will use every last one of them to utterly destroy you. 

Unfair

Oh, my dear. There is absolutely no one that exists within this world that is more unfair than Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. She knows the effect she has on you. She sees how you look at her - feels how wet she can make you just by muttering a few choice words. She will keep you flustered beyond belief throughout every second of the day. The size of her looming over you while you do your morning chores, whispering into your ear every last thing she’s going to do to you once your finished. She will take pride in rendering you completely speechless. The sharpness of her nails scraping over the shaved part of your head as she asks you how wet you are. Chuckling as your blush grows even darker. But don’t worry, dear. She’ll make good on all of her promises, and then some.

You will only have a chance in flustering this gorgeous woman when feelings have started to form. It will never be a teasing sentence, or a few words coated in innuendos that will cause her to blush - but your unwavering affections towards her. The way you cup her cheek fondly before kissing her, the soft look in your eyes as you tell her how absolutely stunning she is. There have only been few who have been able to disarm her, and oh, how deeply you’ll blush when you finally do.  

Vocal

Being a woman who knows what she likes,  she  will have absolutely no problem telling you exactly what she likes and dislikes - and she also appreciates a companion who will do the same. ‘Use your words, pet’ is something that you will hear from your Lady often. She lives to bring you pleasure - relishes in it - the only discomfort she wishes to instill upon you being the bite marks that decorate your flushed skin… or the delicious heat that spills so deliciously across you whenever she forces you to stretch around her. There is no downfall in being open about what makes you feel good, for there is no other creature on earth who can make you feel as good as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.

Wildcard

This larger than life Countess actually had quite the size kink of her own. And while there is little to know that could properly satiate this with just their fingers or tongue, she has had quite a few custom toys made for when the occasion for such indulgences arise. With you settled obediently between her thighs - her legs spread as far as they can go as she angles her hips up slightly (just to give you better access, of course). How exquisitely her oversized toy will part her lips as you begin to slowly slide it into her. An immediate blush across her body as her entrance stretches over it deliciously - her juices practically gushing out of her. You will lose all coherent thought watching this. The way her body writhes, taking as much from you as she possibly can. The gay-inducing sounds that slip from her mouth... her throat... her wet and throbbing core. Why, it’s almost enough to kill you right where you stand. 

Yearning

The solitary moments that pass her during the day - those random times when you’re not by her side. The thought of you will never leave her. She will yearn for you in ways that you never even knew existed. Her creative mind playing out all the ways she could wreck you. She’ll think about how gorgeous you look when you’re blushing. The way your eyes light up whenever you truly smile. How utterly stunning you look when perched upon your knees. She can’t not be completely enamored by you. It’s in the way you laugh, how you think about her even when she’s not thinking of herself. There will be a certain kind of warmth that spills over when she thinks of you. Whether due to the way her heart swells, or the pool of juices collecting in her core at the mere thought of you - she won’t be inclined to give either up anytime soon.

Needless to say, you will yearn for you Lady 24hrs a day, even when her fingers are almost knuckle deep inside of you. Can’t seem to get enough of me hm? You needy little slut.

Zzz

No doubt about, considering how absolute she will be in making sure you are sufficiently wrecked, you will almost always be the one who falls asleep first, With the strength of her arms wrapped around you as you lay peacefully on her chest. Her fingers stroking through your hair affectionately as you drift off into the most blissful slumber of your life - wrapped in nothing but warmth of her embrace.

[dreamingofyouthemanyone]

When They Wonder Why You Chose Them - 7

AHHHHHHH (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I can't believe I'm posting this so late but HAHAHAHAHA (ゝз╹) yesterday's stream really killed me and I woke up super late. BUT!! Here's Chevalier! I had a lot of fun writing about them!!

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Featuring: Members of the Guild of Chivalric Knights | Chevalier

Type: Headcanons

Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey

Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions

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To Alex, your decision is merely another weight for him to bear upon his shoulders.

With each task given to him, he carries them out commendably, as expected of his stature, and with seeming ease. He makes it a point to drive home the impression that he’s unbeatable, that he’s capable, and all for the sake of reassuring the comrades and citizens that he’s sworn to protect that they’re in the right hands.

There are late nights, however, when the ink on the reports he’s supposed to have finished reading begins to blur. He recognizes it for what it is—exhaustion, but he can’t afford to succumb to any sort of rest when it could very well cost lives.

Still, try as he might, sleep temptingly drags his eyelids a centimeter down with each blink. Before he knows it, his head is in the cradle of his arms and all he can think of is getting a handful of minutes of shut-eye.

It’s the warmth of the sun’s rays on his face that wakes him up. It takes a moment for him to remember his predicament; when he does, panic pierces through the drowsiness of his mind and he shoots up, knocking off the blanket that had been covering his shoulders.

He pauses, because he doesn’t remember grabbing one before he fell asleep. He grasps the unfamiliar sheet; further inspection of his office yields a torn piece of paper sitting atop a pile of the reports he was supposed to read.

Sorry for the intrusion, is written at the top. I tried my best to summarize your reports and left my blanket with you. And then, at the very bottom is your name sitting right underneath a, Please don’t forget to take care of yourself,

He stares at the note for a few moments more before checking to verify your account. He mulls over the summary that you had finished for him, while he was peacefully asleep, and he clenches his jaw.

It’s a turning point in your otherwise professional interactions. Frequently, he begins to find all sorts of things left by you in his office. A plate of snacks waiting by his desk just as he’s finished his patrol, an inkpot that has been charmed to never run out of ink, and even sets of candles that, according to the notes you leave, are supposed to be able to calm his mind, and all sorts of other items. He confronts you about it after the twelfth time—this time a basket of herbs for him to mix into his tea—and asks you to cease it at once. You frown, predictably arguing against him, insisting that he’s been working himself much too hard.

He tells you otherwise because he’s capable enough to look after himself, but your frown twists into something like a scowl, and you march straight up to him, finger pointed straight at his chest, informing him that you are well aware of what he’s capable enough, that he’s able to do so, but that doesn’t mean he does look after himself especially with how devoted he is to care for other people. You tell him, courageously look him in the eye for the first time, that he’s so busy looking after other people that he’s forgotten to look after himself, and the least you can do is that.

He’s left speechless by your words, even if protests line up in his mind that it’s his duty to watch over those that the fallen had left behind, but even with his helmet on, you’re able to read his thoughts and your gaze softens.

You place your hand over his chest, right where his heart should be, and you tell him that he’s allowed to rest, you know, and such simple words leave such an impact on him. The way you’re looking at him is not how one would look at a hero, and he wants to know—if not for that, then why choose him in the first place?

“Do you know what haunts me the most? …It’s whether or not I deserve to live for the happiness that others have died for. I’m scared that one day, I’ll forget about their sacrifices, but…you’ve shown me that they wanted me to live, that they wanted me to be happy. So, thank you.”

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For a moment, Emilio feels as if his heart had stopped beating in his chest.

He recovers fast, though, and beams brightly at you, barely restraining the elation racing through his veins because you chose him.

A hand on his shoulder gains his attention. When he turns to look, it’s to his brother’s concerned gaze but he merely pats him on the wrist before shrugging off his touch.

As a way to show his gratitude towards you, he takes your hand in his and bows his head over it as if he were in prayer and maybe he is, because as he’s brushing his lips over the back of your hand and holding your gaze the whole time, all he can think about is promising to himself that he won’t waste this chance given to him.

He is always courteous of you, asking if you need any help and always ready to lend aid when you do. Sometimes, when he notices you drowning in too much work more often than not, he takes it upon himself to check up on you at lunchtime and take you out for a bite to eat.

He’s on his best behavior, all too aware of the watchful gazes that are trained on his back as he accompanies you. He resists the urge to roll his eyes. He does have some self-control, even if he misplaces it on the battlefield.

He gets the opportunity to reveal this side of him to you during your first expedition outside of castle walls. The trek to a nearby town had been easy enough at the start, which had raised his hackles because at least a pack of monsters should have ambushed you guys, and he’s proven true when a whole entourage of bandits fall upon you two.

He makes quick work of the enemy. He turns to you, intending to check for any injuries but the expression that twists your features gives him pause.

Ah. He realizes. He doesn’t know why he’d thought you’d react any differently from the others, but he’d hoped that you would. You’d chosen him, after all, so he’d thought that would matter. Yet, with the way you flinch away from him when he reaches out for you, it seems like all hope is lost. Nonetheless, throughout the expedition, he doesn’t shy away from any violence, even after all that. He still has his duty to protect you and those who are unable to defend themselves, and he won’t let his feelings interfere with this.

When the two of you finally arrive home at Lecord, he expects you to seek out Alex’s, maybe even Cyrus’s, counsel in regards to him. It’s not the first time he’s received complaints about his mercilessness and recklessness in battle, and though each one chip at his core, he stands tall because if not him, then who else?

Yet, rather than speak to somebody else about him, you visit his room late at night. He thinks he’s starting to hallucinate when he opens the door and there you stand, fidgeting with your hands. He doesn’t know what to expect from this conversation, but it’s the fact that you talk to him, that you’re trying to understand that fills him with warmth. He sees how your hands tremble as you rub your clammy palms against your thighs, and he asks why come here if you’re so scared. Something flashes in your eyes, then, and you tell him it’s because you chose him and, at the end of the day, he’s still the meister you’ll choose no matter what because he’s good.

That word pierces something in him. He’s so used to the whispers behind his back telling him otherwise, so to see you resolutely staring up at him, still in the belief that he isn’t just defined by his violence, makes him want to know why you even chose him in the first place. He doesn’t ask; instead, he gathers you up in his arms and embraces you tightly, finding peace in the lull of your heartbeat that races only for him. Because of him.

“You know, whenever I look at you, I really can’t help but think how much you resemble the sun…. Hahaha! Don’t give me that look! I’m being serious here! To me, you’re like a bright light that guides others. Hmmm, if you’re the sun, then wouldn’t It make me your exclusive Solar Knight?”

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Cyrus is surprised, to say the least, when it’s him you hold your hand out to.

He’s well aware of how he seems to other people, that he doesn’t exactly look the most welcoming out of all the knights. He’d expected you to choose between Harriet or Emilio, maybe even Alex, but definitely not him.

Nevertheless, he accepts, because he’s never really been the type to turn down anyone asking for help. The only problem is how to incorporate your requests with his schedule, and the two of you eventually come to a compromise over that. The days that he’s too busy to accompany you are the days when he usually patrols around town. You ask him if you can join him, explaining that you want to learn more about his job, and he tentatively accepts even as he wonders why.

The entire thing is an awkward experience for him. It isn’t that he’s uncomfortable around you. It’s the fact that he feels embarrassed by the people he’s helped in the past trying to offer gifts to him. He tries his best to refuse them as usual, citing that he was only doing his job, but with you expectantly watching him, he’s forced to reluctantly accept, not wanting to appear rude in front of you.

Eventually, the two of you are ushered into a restaurant. The owner is someone he’d saved a month ago from magical creatures. She’s all coy glances between him and you, coming up with a conclusion that he fails to dissuade. In the end, all he can do is sigh and watch as the table is filled with all sorts of specialty dishes.

This, unfortunately, becomes a routine on patrol days, but he finds that the time spent together is helping him interact better with you. When you ask him a question nowadays, he’s stopped giving you clipped responses, knowing that you’re genuinely interested and not doing it for awkward polite talk. He’s less hesitant to place a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, and he knows by heart what your favorite is as well as what streets you’re fond of roaming about.

On a day like this, he’s finally managed to gather the courage to ask you a very important question—what made you decide on him? It’s clear by how your eyes widen that it’s unexpected. He gives as much time as he can for you to mull over it.

However, just as you open your mouth, the hairs on the back of his head suddenly stand up high. Instinct taking over, he shoves you to the back, and just in time for a large magical beast to leap out from the nearby alley, all snapping jaws that clamp down unforgivingly onto his arm.

Even with his injury, he doesn’t let that deter him. He makes quick work of cleaning up the pests, barking an order for you to evacuate to the guild and get more knights on hand. He doesn’t see you again until after all of the monsters have either been dealt with or chased off, but he spots you waiting by the guild’s entrance, worry practically seeping from your face.

You immediately run towards him, hands fluttering about over his body as you check him for any wounds. He sees how you freeze over the one on his arm, the one that he’d gotten when he was protecting you, and before he could so much as offer any comforting words, you’re dragging him straight to the healer’s ward.

Once the healer has finished healing what they could, you take over the bandaging process. It’s clear that you’re not doing that great of a job at it with how shaky your hands are, but he doesn’t stop you.

In order to distract you, he repeats his question from earlier and watches you look up at him in disbelief before you let out a laugh. You tell him your reasons, your cheeks reddening with each truthful word that slips free from your mouth, and finish once you’re done tieing the knot of his bandage. When you collapse against him, he lets you, wordlessly bringing his arm around your shoulders and pressing you close against him, patting you consolingly.

“I made an oath to protect this kingdom from harm with my blade. However, if any threat is pointed your way……If you’ll let me, I’m willing to be your sword. This is a choice I’m freely making.”

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Ecstatic doesn’t even begin to describe how Harriet is feeling at the moment.

He’s barely able to keep his wings from stretching out when he meets you halfway, but he knows by the way your gaze strays to his back that his feathers must be excitedly twitching. Regardless, he takes your hands into his and hopes that the two of you will be able to get along!

He’s perfectly content to give both his guidance and support whenever he can, delighted to be able to be of help to others and bring smiles to their faces.

It’s only for combat-related requests where he stands stubbornly firm on, refusing to accept any one of them unless it’s really necessary. And for the ones that he does relent on, diplomacy is always his first choice even if it almost always devolves into a fight.

He knows that he must look foolhardily optimistic to you, but he explains his reasons to you—how can peace be attained if we don’t try to love one another first? So long as he believes in this, so long as he wants the world to become a peaceful place because of this, he can never forgo his faith for his life.

He tells you with a sad smile that he understands if you’d want to switch to another meister. He himself knows that he isn’t the best suited for what you’re striving for, and he doesn’t want to get in the way especially with all the exceptions you’ve been giving to him when it comes to requests.

Yet, to his surprise, you take his hands in your own and look him in the eye as you tell him that you chose him for a reason, and his unwillingness to do fighting isn’t included in any of them.

At that moment, if love could become turn into something corporeal and solid, he’s sure that it would be piercing straight into his heart because your words. the look on your face, how serious you sound—

Something clicks at the back of his head and he realizes then and there just how much love he actually holds for you. He’s known, since the day that you met him, that he’s already loved you in the same way he loves the determined way the knights fight to protect people. But, it comes to him now that his love for you has only been building with each new side of you he comes to discover, and right now? It feels full enough to burst straight from his chest.

And so, he can’t help but lean his forehead against your shoulder, his hands still trapped within the grasp of yours, and exhale deeply with this newfound realization that just as you’re unwilling to leave him, he too would probably come to the same decision when faced with it.

Still, something nudges his thoughts and he lifts his face just to ask why did you pick him then?

He watches as your cheeks turn as pink as his primary feathers, and he grins mischievously when you’re unable to hide your face because he’s still holding your hands. He’ll squeeze the truth out of you, and if he can’t? Well, he has all the time in the world to learn why and fall even deeper in love with you.

“Oh! I know! Why don’t I teach you how to use a bow? At least between the two of us, you can be the one to handle all the fighting! Isn’t it a funny thought, though? That a knight like me has a knight in shining armor like you…Actually. We should make that reality!”

[strawbabysimp]

Dom!Kiyoshi HCs

Teppei?~ More like tap me♡

Eyes that you'd so often seen brightly lit up as he laughed amongst his teammates now were darkened by a hunger reserved only for you. He loved your body, intent on mapping it out with his hands, lips, and anything else you allowed him to. As you watched him continue his studying of your form he didn't meet your eyes. He was absorbed in his task as he sought to answer the question of what made your imperfect body so perfect. Even if this was all you allowed him, fingertips trailing down curves and lips pressing against exposed skin, he thought he could truly die happy.

He has to take a minute once he slides into you, so overwhelmed with the heat of your core and the way your walls seem to mold to his cock that he may just come from a single thrust. Once he does get his barrings he doesn't hold back though. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room and he finds himself stumbling over his words as he reminds you of how he had said he wasn't going to go easy on you earlier.

The feeling of him slamming into your hole without mercy leaves you speechless. His hands dig into your hips as he pulled you to meet his every thrust. You knew if he were to loosen his grip there would be blossoming bruises left on the tender skin but you didn't mind, the harshness of the act only turning you on more as he lost control from your body alone.

His hand comes down to spank your thigh from where it wraps around his waist, immediately regretting yet basking in the effect it had on you. "Please don't do that," he asks as his face comes down to rest against your neck, his breath hitting your ear with every syllable. "If you tighten around me like that I'm going to have an even harder time trying not to come and I still haven't shown you everything yet."

He flips you over so you're face down against the pillow, instructing you to grab onto something before voicing his disbelief at how lucky he was. You never ceased to amaze him and he made sure you knew that. To have you like this, letting him fuck into you as you made the sweetest sounds, was the closest thing to Heaven he could think of. The new position allowed you to feel every vein that danced along the surface of his cock, the slight curve of the shaft, the way the tip connected to the rest of him as he sheathed himself inside of you once again. Every pulse vibrated within you and no matter the speed the thought of it being Kiyoshi's cock you were stretched around took over your mind.

Despite having directed countless praises to you earlier on, once his orgasm builds up more he becomes practically nonverbal. The only things that slip out of him are deep gasping moans and the occasional sorry excuse for a sentence. One can't blame him though, the way you milk his cock was unfathomable before he met you and once he climaxes with a scrunch of his nose and a call of your name, the way you fluttered around him once again becomes a hard-to-understand concept. He truly had to be experiencing it at the moment to know the lengths of the pleasure you brought him.

He loves aftercare for both of you. He's pretty clingy himself and no matter how tired he never minds carrying you with him as he gets the two of you something to drink or eat once he's done cleaning up the mess made from fucking you senseless. Sometimes he even allows his cock to soften in you without pulling out, simply keeping it there as he moves around far too casually for a man balls-deep inside you. The smile he gives you as you rest in his arms is a gentleness that is much appreciated after your sessions and with a kiss to your forehead(or however many he feels like), you know he doesn't do this just to take care of you but rather he cherishes the closeness as well.

[marjorie189]

Happy Birthday, Love - A Louis Partridge Imagine

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you all know that this was written at the time of Louis’ birthday but I never got the time to finish it because of school, but here ya go! Better late than never :)

sum: come along as you’re louis’ girl giving him the sweetest birthday ever

contains: cute fluffy louis. definitely gemini louis!! (we all know geminis are something else. so, you’ll definitely see how quick his mood changes lol. have fun!)

word count: 15,091

this imagine will take you along Louis’ day with his family. so it’s not just going to be y/n and louis content. So just know to expect more than that! this imagine is written as Louis’ day, which will include his family, so it won’t just be filled with just fluffy y/n and louis content. but it still contains a great amount of it!

Enjoy :)

y/n’s pov:

It was a couple of minutes before midnight, marking a whole new day.

A special and wonderful day.

I have managed to climb up to Louis’s balcony from the ladder he leaves outside at all times. Which leads up to his room on the second floor, for me to sneak into.

I giggle at the thought of him wanting to have a Dawson’s Creek moment between us. He says “if Joey can climb up to Dawson’s room, then you can climb up to mine.”

I have managed to make it up safely and most importantly quietly so that Louis doesn’t catch onto the little sweet surprise I have up my sleeve.

I smile in excitement, waiting for the minutes to pass by. Which might I add are seeming to be the longest minutes of all time!

I stand against the hard exterior wall of the Partridge household, next to the sliding door which leads into Louis’s room.

My eyes are glued to the lockscreen on my phone that is portraying the time.

June 2nd, 2021; 11:57 pm  

Three more minutes!

I smile dumbly as I catch a view of my lockscreen, as I was previously looking at the time. The screen captures a funny looking photo of Louis and I. We both had the most ridiculous faces on planet Earth, but even if it was ridiculous and funny looking, the photo was everything I loved about us and him.

A couple of butterflies sparked up in my stomach. I was madly and deeply in love with Louis Partridge.

11:59

I was getting giddier and nervoud by the second.

I just wanted to jump in there and tackle him into a hug.

I started fidgeting with my fingers and I couldn’t stop my smile from getting wider and wider.

I looked down at my phone again but nope it was still eleven fifty-nine.

I just wanted to go in there and hug the hell out of him.

At last, it was 12:00am, marking it June 3rd.

I loudly and recklessly slid his balcony door open and jumped into his room.

He was laying in bed, phone in hand. His eyes jerked up at the sudden loud sound and the image of the human who is his girlfriend jumping into his room. He sighs in relief holding his chest and starts smiling uncontrollably.

“HAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAYYYY!!” I shouted at him with pure happiness and delight.

“Oh god!” He says with a wide smile, hands up against his face. “I did not expect that! You’re insane!” He giggled.

I smile a toothy smile and sprint up to his bed, jumping on top of it, landing on both him and his fluffy bed.

He lets out a loud laugh and immediately puts his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him.

I start playfully singing.

“happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday to my amazing, beautiful boyfriend whose name is Louis Partridge.”

His eyes fixated on his funny girlfriend. He lets out a loud laugh, head falling back, and all, as he hears the little twist of words she concocts to his happy birthday song.

Her voice changes as she’s now looking at him like he’s the only person in the world.

“happy birthday to you,” I whisper softly, ending it for only us to hear, intimately.

He smiles sweetly. He’s grateful for this gesture. He didn’t care for anything big or scandalous. He was happy that this is what he got. His foolish girl was in his arms at the very second of his special day.

“I loved that!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I smile a goofy smile as both of our faces are inches apart and eyes interlocked.

I smash my lips against him and within a few seconds, the kiss ceased from our two smiles against each other. We couldn’t help but let out laughs. We were both very happy.

I move away from him and he frowns.

“Welllll now I gotta goooo,” I say, keeping a straight face and voice. I hop out of his bed.

I caught a glimpse of his face as I was hopping his body on my way out of his bed and he was confused as ever.

“I know your parents are sleeping and I wouldn’t want to be here without them knowing,” I say looking at him with a frown as I was standing on the outskirts of his bed. He now is in the process of sitting up trying to figure out why I’m leaving. I turn around and smirk as I pretend to start heading out towards the door I entered.

I can sense his smirk and eye roll and right before I had a chance to go he grabs my wrist.

“Get your arse back over here!” He says with a widespread smile as he rolls his eyes in annoyance, knowing I had been joking all along.

He yanks me back onto his bed, close to his arms.

“Nice try.” He says as he holds me in a tight grip, as I'm now beneath him.

Our playfulness was out the door now.

His eyes had a different look in them. He was on top of me and I was laying underneath him. He held power and dominance over me, especially since he’s now feeling himself on the early morning of his birthday.

I let out a tiny laugh.

“C’mere,” I say, pulling him from his shirt down to me. He smashed his lips against mine. Within the kiss, we got comfortable under the covers. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, getting him in closer proximity to me. His hands on my thighs, I could feel him moving them both a little open to get himself comfortable and adjusted in between my legs.

Our lips, wet and full of temptation. Hungry for one another. Louis lowered his body closer to mine, our exposed warm skin touching. I pulled him closer by the neck, wanting him even more, our lips crashing deeper into one another.

I pulled away, our lips sticking to one another as I let go, causing them to make a squishing kissing sound effect.

Louis and I’s pants of air were the only things heard in the now dark room.

Louis without a second passing by, intertwined our lips again, spreading and finding comfort in the open of my legs.

I huffed in the kiss letting go of our lips.

He looks into my eyes in confusion, wanting more, and oh how much I wanted to give him more.

“I love you and I love this but we gotta get some sleep. Remember we have breakfast early in the morning with your parents and sisters,” I say with a serious tone.

He groans and even in the dark, I can see his childish behavior as he rolls his eyes.

He lowers his body onto me squishing mine as his face lowers in.

He looks deep into my eyes with pleading ones.

“Please.” He whimpers.

I frown knowing I wanted to just make it the best night for him but I knew that if we continued to further this, it’d take a long while. It’d be nearing dawn and we wouldn’t get an ounce of sleep.

He realized I was in thought.

“Please.” He whimpers as his face starts nearing my lower neck. He plants some light kisses leading up towards the midst of my neck.

“Please, my love. I’m begging you.” He says as the kisses prominently get more stimulating. I had to stop him before they got too unbearable for me to stop him from continuing.

“Louis.” I slip out in content, trying hard not to let in.

He could tell I wanted to and he used that against me, knowing I didn’t want to resist.

“Please.” He begged in between the fulfilling neck kisses. He knew I couldn’t resist his whimpers and his imploring voice full of want.

And it was all up to me, but I couldn’t. I wanted to sooo bad but if we did within a few hours his parents and sisters would come bustling in this door to find us all sweaty and exhausted full of bliss.

“We can’t Louis,” I say quietly, sadness tracing along with my words.

He sighs. “I know.”

He pecks my nose as he’s still on top of me and gets off of me, laying beside me.

“I’m sorry,” I say sadly.

“Don’t be sorry.” He whispers pulling me in. “I know you wanted to. But you know what?” He pauses, looking over at me. “I know you mean well. Because any other girl would choose to instead of caring about my family’s breakfast and I love you for that. I really do.” He says softly and plants a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks, Louis,” I say just as soft and turn over to face him, cuddling him. “I love you.”

He places his hand on the side of my face that wasn’t placed on the pillow, caressing it. He leans in and I feel his plump lips on mine.

“I love you too.” He says as I feel his voice against my lips vibrating.

“Come on!” He says taking me along with him as he lays on his back, leaving me slightly on top of him.

I wrap my leg around him and reach out for his free hand that isn’t placed on my back. He instantly grabs it and holds it firmly. My head was on his chest.

“Happy Birthday Louis,” I say as I close my eyes.

“Thanks my love,” He says and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad I get to spend the start of my birthday with you. So thank you for barging in here,” He says with a smile, ending with a chuckle.

“Anytime,” I say with a laugh.

We both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Morning was emerging and Louis’s parents and sisters were already awake ready to walk into Louis' room to congratulate him on his eighteenth birthday.

“Shh!” Louis’s mother and father say shushing their two daughters who were laughing a bit too loudly. They were quite excited to finally have a good excuse to wake Louis up, without him getting annoyed at them.

Issie and Millie look at their parents with open mouths and shock in their eyes, ultimately speechless at their mother shushing them.

“You’re going to wake him,” Their mother whispered, scolding them.

The girls responded with another row of laughter as they were nearing his room. They just couldn’t help it. They couldn’t keep quiet.

Their father couldn’t help but smile at their foolishness.

“Okay. We’ll stop now,” Issie says, taking a deep breath, trying to stop their laughter.

Millie was trying to hold in her laughter, trying not to ruin their parent’s way of waking up their only son on his special day.

The four made it outside of Louis’ closed door. Liz enclosed the doorknob ready to open up the door.

“Ready?” James questioned the three females.

They all nod and all whisper ‘yes's’.

Liz turns the doorknob and slowly opens her son’s door.

The girls rush in quietly and the four see the boy before him peacefully sleeping with the girl of his dreams resting on his chest.

“Aww. I don’t know if I should feel disgusted or not,” Issie jokes.

“They look so adorable!” Millie says in awe.

“Our boy isn’t much of a boy anymore,” James comments to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his chest.

“I know,” She whispers, shedding a few tears.

Issie and Millie give each other a look of ‘are you being serious’

“So are we waking him up or not?” Millie asks impatiently.

“You’re really looking forward to it. Aren't you?” Their father chuckles.

“Of course!” Issie says with a smirk.

“Okay. Let’s go,” Liz remarks with a smile

Issie immediately grabs a spare pillow and wacks it right onto Louis’ face making sure not to hit Y/N. Their mom gasps and their father laughs.

‘WAKE UP LOSER!” Issie yells smacking the pillow right at him, again.

Millie doesn’t even give it a second after Issie’s yell as she was already jumping on Louis’ bed.

After feeling the first hit Louis awakens from his peaceful slumber, feeling happy as ever from the last couple of hours. But now feeling displeased from the way he’s being awoken.

He feels y/n on top of him. He mentally rolls his eyes as he’s being interrupted from sleeping with his girlfriend.

He opens his eyes on the second hit, feeling Millie jumping on his bed obnoxiously. Oh, but she was doing it on purpose to annoy her older brother.

“The only bad thing about waking you up is waking y/n up,” Issie says, smacking the pillow on the now wide awake Louis.

He unwraps his arms from y/n quick enough to catch the pillow from hitting him again.

Y/N hears and feels the commotion and realizes what’s going on. She immediately starts laughing as she opens her eyes.

y/n’s pov:

I immediately open my eyes and feel Millie jumping on the bed. I, without a doubt, joined Millie, leaving Louis laying down in bed.

Millie giggles as she sees me jumping alongside her. We both give each other our hands and intertwine our fingers as we proceed to jump around with our hands laced with one another's.

“Wake up Louis!” I say looking down at him with a smile.

“I’m awake,” He says in a lighthearted grumpy voice.

“Come on! Stop being a party pooper!” I say bending down to grab a pillow and hitting him with it.

“Oh, you want to play it like that?” Louis says, eyeing me with a smirk.

He instantly stands from his seated position on his bed and tackles both Millie and I onto the bed. Millie and I both groan in pain, as we lay straight on his bed without a movement.

“Don’t think I forgot about you!” Louis says, turning his attention to Issie. He hops out of his bed, grabbing the pillow I previously had, and smacks her. She gets caught off guard and Louis grabs her and pushes her onto the bed, on top of Millie and I. Both of us, still trying to recuperate.

I let out laughs and so does Millie and Issie.

“Mornin dad. Mornin mom. Shall we head off to breakfast without them?” Louis says, giving them quick hugs and playfully walking out of his room.

“That was not what I expected at all,” Issie groans as she holds her stomach.

“Yeah… mom wanted to sing happy birthday like the happy peaceful family we are,” James trails, as both Liz and him are standing beside the door, with laughs.

“You can say that again,” Millie says with a straight face and monotone voice.

“Yeah. Sorry about that mum,” Issie says as she sits up.

“We can still sing if that helps?” Millie says with a hopeful shrug.

Louis turns to his mom and sees her somewhat disappointed face after her plans didn’t go her way.

“Alright. Alright. Come on!” Louis says, trying to complete his mother’s wishes. His arm over her shoulders.

James catches on and proceeds to count. “1… 2… 3…”

We all sing.

“Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday dear Louisss. Happy Birthday to you!” We all sang as Louis stood beside his mum and the three of us sat on his bed. James beside their mom.

We all stood up from his bed to congratulate him.

Louis towered over his mother and they both tightly hugged. They stood there for a while and they swayed side to side.

I melted inside at the sight of the two.

“Come here!” Louis’s dad says brightly with a proud smile opening up his arms. Louis forms a huge smile on his face and goes into a bear hug with his father.

James pats Louis back proudly and firmly in their hug.

I observed with a smile as Louis was in bare arms with his parents. It was adorable and loving.

He lets go of his dad and turns to the three of us.

He smiles and pulls his youngest sister into a hug. He looks huge compared to her. I laugh as Millie’s giggles escape her lips.

Millie's contagious laughter got Louis laughing as well.

Issie walks towards Louis and they both hug tightly.

As they hug I go and greet his parents, formally.

“Morning guys!” I say as I walk over to them.

“Morning y/n!” They both greet, each with huge grins.

I go in to hug Liz and she opens her arms widely.

I smile and blush at her kindness.

I go and wrap my arms around her as does she.

She pulls me in tightly.

“Thank you for joining us,” She says into the hug.

“Of course!” I enthuse and pull away to converse with her.

She grins.

“You’re such a wonderful girl honey! I’m glad Louis found someone like you! You truly make him happy,” She exclaims, and out of excitement she pulls me into another hug. I chuckle.

“Aww! Thank you, Liz! You’re such a wonderful mum. Thank you for raising an amazing boy,” I say. “Both of you!” I say and look over to James with a smile.

He smiles a toothy smile and takes me into a hug.

I chuckle.

“Thanks, honey!” James says into our hug.

I smile at him and nod.

“You both are great parents! You should be proud. You have amazing children!” I say to them and pull away from my hug with James.

I then feel two arms wrap around me from behind. I smile and blush feeling him close behind. He nuzzles his head into my neck.

“Don’t worry guys. I know you both adore and love her so much. I’ll be making her your third daughter soon,” Louis cheekily says to his parents as he smashes his lips onto my cheek.

“Louis!” I blush and turn my head slightly to look at him.

He smiles cheekily and looks over to her parents.

“Watch it,” Liz playfully warns with a brow raised.

Louis chuckles.

“Not any time soon, I hope!” She sighs, not wanting her kids to grow.

I giggle.

“Don’t listen to him!” I say with a playful eyeroll.

“Knock some sense into him, dear,” She says with a laugh. “You’re only eighteen.” She says eyeing Louis.

“Well… As of the law, I don’t need your consent to marry. Not anymore,” He jokingly says to his mother.

James laughs.

“We raised a witty boy. Didn’t we?” He says looking over to his wife. “Oh and son we know you love the girl but don’t marry yet. Makes me feel old,” He half jokes.

“Oh yeah! If we encouraged him one bit! He’d be down on one knee,” Issie teased.

“What! I kinda want a baby running around the house,” Millie says with pouty eyes.

“Don't encourage him!” Issie exclaims looking over at Millie.

“Well now that I think of it-” Louis begins to say.

“NO!” Liz, James, and I yell.

Louis stands behind me, arms wrapped around me, dumbfounded with his mouth open.

“I’m only joking…” He trails. “Kind of?” He says with a laugh.

“Okay! On that note, let's start getting ready for breakfast. Please!” Liz pleads as they start heading out of the room.

I laugh.

“I agree!” I say as I try to walk off but get enclosed by Louis tightening grip around my waist. His parents, now gone.

“Nooo!” He whispers into my ear with a pout.

I blush and look down feeling the butterflies.

“You’re so clingy!” Millie says in disgust as she watches Louis and I, catching what Louis has done.

“Let the poor girl go!” Issie says.

“She likes it,” Louis says as he smirks, looking down at me. And oh he’s right. I do like it.

Millie gives Louis an “mhmm sure’ look.

“Whatever you say, Louis,” Issie remarks in doubt.

I let out a laugh.

“Come on Louis. We have to get ready,” I say, trying to free myself from his grip. He loosens his arms and I manage myself out.

But I did miss his arms wrapped around me closely, his body pressed against me from behind, and his head propped on my shoulder as he lowers himself down to my height. The way I feel his arms against my skin and feel his soft hair brush against my face and neck. His occasional sweet and cute kisses he leaves on my cheeks and neck. My stomach erupts with butterflies by just thinking of it.

“Come on y/n. Let’s go,” Millie says, grabbing my bag that has my outfit and necessities to get ready.

I nod and without saying goodbye or looking back I start walking out with Millie and Issie.

Louis is left baffled.

“What?” Louis says right as we reach the door frame to head out. His ‘what’ sounding like a ‘wot’.

I turn around and so do they.

“Imma go get ready with Millie and Iss,” I say like it’s nothing.

Every time I’m over at the Partridges and we’re heading off somewhere, I always get ready with Millie and Issie.

“But… it’s my birthday,” He frowns.

My heart falls at his adorableness.

Millie didn’t quite see it as adorable though.

“Louis! Y/N, Issie, and I always get ready together. You know this already!” Millie sassily says.

“Yeah, it's quite practically tradition at this point,” Issie butts in.

“That’s precisely my point! It happens alllll the time! I would like my girlfriend to get ready. Here! With me! On my birthday!” Louis irritably says to his sisters.

“You’re so annoying!” Millie furiously says, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever! You can leave now,” Louis says and walks over and grabs the door, waiting for them to leave.

Issie sighs and rolls her eyes going out the door.

I frown.

“Bye,” I say.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday!” Millie says and walks out the door as she hands me my bag.  

I grab it and peep my head out the door before Louis shuts it.

“If you need me I’m right here!” I shout into the hallway so that they hear me from their rooms.

Louis peeps his head out.

“No, she’s not!” He yells loudly.

I push him and he laughs.

“I’ll make it up to you guys! I’ll sit with you both on the way to breakfast!” I say to them.

“Yeah! She won’t be doing that either!” Louis yells right after me.

“Louis!” I say looking over at him as I laugh.

“What?!” He says like it's nothing.

He pulls me into the room and slams the door shut, locking it.

He immediately goes in and wraps his arms around my back and lowers his face into mine, pulling me in as close as he possibly can.

“Are you glad you got your way?” I say with a cheeky smile, looking up at him.

“Yes. Very!” He says looking deep into my eyes, with a huge proud grin.

After a few seconds of him looking into my eyes, he leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet. He tilts his head sideways, deepening the kiss. I tippytoe up to him and he pulls me in by the waist, closening all the space between us. One of my arms is around his neck and my other is roaming up to his messy hair.

I run my fingers through his soft locks and take in his luscious lips. The way they worked against mine drove me crazy. They worked perfectly with each other, lips perfectly in sync. I could never let go of his lips.

Louis groans into the kiss, driving me insane. He squeezes me and I could literally just melt in his embrace.

“This is the best birthday ever,” He says in between the kiss and I let out a giggle right as he goes to interlace our lips again.

I pull away. “And why is that?” I say now looking into his brown eyes.

“Hmm,” He says with a smile. “Because I’ve been fortunate enough to kiss you countless times these past few hours.” He says as he looks down into my eyes.

I smile and blush.

“Well! I’m glad I could help,” I say with a huge smile and tippytoe to peck his lips.

“Oh, you’ve done more than just help! You’re literally the reason why I woke up with a smile this morning and the smile I have on right now. You’re the one that went out of your way to be here on the exact second of my birthday and it’s the most adorable thing ever y/n!” Louis generously says with a smile. His eyes roam every inch of her face, taking in her beauty. He can’t believe she’s his.

“Aww, Louis!” I say with puppy dog eyes. “You’re gonna make me all emotional!” I say as I pull him into a hug. I place my head on the lower shoulder area of his chest, resting my face on him. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. You always manage to say all the right words that make me feel all special and gushy. You’re amazing Louis and I love you for it! You’re the best person in the world!” I say as I pull my head up and face him, telling him every word.

He looks at me with a pout, lips propped out, and eyes filled with adoration as he looks down at me.

“You’re incredible Louis. You’re a spectacular person. You deserve everything you have and more! You’re caring and sweet. Your laugh is literally the cutest thing ever! The way your head falls back when you laugh, it's the best sight. You’re literally adorable in every way! You’re so passionate about your hobbies and you always give everything your all. You have no idea how incredibly proud and amazed I am by you. You’re ambitious and driven. Like, you’re just fucking amazing Louis. You have no idea! I could go on and on about how incredible and great you are!” I say pouring out my heart to him.

He just keeps his eyes on mine. All he does is smile down at me.

He pulls me in and places his chin on the top of my shoulder. I smile to myself and lay my head on his chest.

“Thank you,” He whispers into my shoulder. “You have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiles into my shoulder now laying his head on me.

I know my words meant a lot to me. He always takes it all in and stays silent as he holds me close. I could tell he was thankful and happy for the way I felt towards him and the way I spoke so highly of him. His silence says it all and the way he’s holding onto me for dear life.

I smile into the hug and tighten my arms around him, knowing he’ll smile.

“Now, come on. I’ll tell you more about how amazing you are later. As of right now, we have to get ready for breakfast,” I say slowly pulling apart from him.

He chuckles and nods.

I know we both wanted to stay in each other’s arms but we had to get ready.

“Alright,” He smiles and heads to his closet.

I walk over to my bag full of necessities I brought the night before to ready myself. I go to grab my toothbrush and head towards Louis’ bathroom.

As I walked towards the restroom I could feel Louis stare at me from his closet.

“Are you drooling?” I say with a playful smirk.

“What?” He says getting caught off guard. “Oh. Yeah!” He says catching on to what I meant. “Definitely!” He smirks.

I laugh and roll my eyes as I make it to the restroom. I put paste on my toothbrush and look into the room.

“Might wanna unlock your room. Don’t want them trying to come into the room and them thinking we’re up to something,” I say with a chuckle.

“Right!” He says with remembrance. I continue to brush my teeth as Louis goes to unlock his bedroom door.

As I’m finished brushing my teeth I grab my makeup bag and I go and sit on Louis' bed. I grab my little mirror and put on some moisturizer as I get comfy on his bed.

Louis is now in the restroom styling his hair.

“Lord Tewkesbury or Sid?” Louis asks regarding his hair.

“Whichever one you’d like my love,” I say with a smile as my heart skips a beat.

He nods and goes on with doing his hair.

I start putting on some foundation and blending it into my skin.

He finishes doing his hair and jumps onto the bed with me, laying his head on my lap.

I giggle.

“You’re such a baby!” I gush looking down at him.

“Oh hush! I’m just glad you’re here with me. Getting ready,” He whispers as he cuddles his head onto my lap.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to play with your hair or baby you cause I’m doing my makeup,” I chuckle looking down at him.

He sighs loudly.

“You know, you can just not do your makeup! You don’t need it anyways!” He says grabbing the mirror and proceeding to take it from my hands.

“Louis!” I gasp, trying to reach for it.

He lets out a loud laugh.

I frown and he continues to laugh.

“You’re mean!” I say with a sad face.

He chuckles.

“It’s fine. I don’t need a mirror to blend in my concealer,” I say with a shrug.

“Mhm. Sure.” He says holding on sacredly to the mirror.

I continue to blend in the concealer under my eyes without speaking to Louis. He continues to lay himself on my lap, not taking his eyes off me with a smirk.

Once I’m done with my base, Louis is laying straight up looking up at the wall.

I lower my face down to him and frown.

His eyes turn to me and he smiles knowing what I’m about to say.

“Okay for this part I really need the mirror. Please!” I plead as I give him my puppy dog eyes.

He shakes his head and I frown.

“Please,” I beg.

“Look who’s acting like a baby now!” He smirks.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Come on Louis!” I say and reach over to grab the mirror.

“Okay fine!” He groans and hands it to me.  

I’m taken aback by how easy that was and he notices. He now has a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

I furrow my eyebrows but choose to ignore it. I angle the mirror up to my face and start filling in my eyebrows. Then suddenly I feel Louis sitting on me, face on my chest. His legs are crisscrossed as he sits on my lap and puts his whole body weight on me as I’m trying to do my brows.

“Louis!” I yell at him as I couldn’t help but laugh.

He chuckles and replies with “What?”

“Oh my god!” I say as I place the mirror and eyebrow brush and pomade down.

He laughs knowing that would get my attention.

“You’re such a kid,” I say with a laugh as I kiss his head, which is below my face, laying on my chest. He’s so huge as he sits on me, his whole body leaning on me. His face and whole upper body against mine.

“This is how it feels when you come and sit on me, wrapping your legs around my waist when I’m sitting,” He says into my chest.

I chuckle.

“Well, it’s cute when I do it,” I tease.

He playfully gasps.

“See look when I do it at least I make it comfortable for the both of us. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. While you, just sit on my lap,” I laugh. “You’re not even hugging me or placing your legs anywhere comfy,” I say.

“Well seeee. I would buttt you’re doing your makeup so I can’t really get comfy or else you won’t be able to get it done cause I’d be in your way,” He says looking up at me. “I’m like wayyy bigger than you, so I’d be in your way of you doing your brows.” He says emphasizing on brows. “Anddd you’d make me get off of you so that’s why I’m doing the bare minimum!” He defends and mocks.

I laugh.

“Right ‘bare minimum’ when you’re literally sitting on me,” I say with a chuckle.

He lets out a laugh.

“Wellll when you put it like that…” He trails with a bright smile. “Alright I’ll get off of you now,” He says, going up to kiss my cheek.

“Okay! But only if we do this later when I’m not trying to do something,” I chuckle.

“Deal!” Louis says with a chuckle.

He gets off me and lays beside me slightly placing his head on my thigh. He trails his finger up and down my thigh in boredom. I let out a shiver and he looks up at me and smirks.

I smile and roll my eyes.

He looks back down and continues with his antics.

I finish off my brows and start to add concealer onto them to fix them up and complete them.

As I do, Louis continues to trace his fingers along my skin causing me goosebumps.

I could hear Louis giggle from below.

I shake my head and smile.

After a few minutes, I grab some blush and highlighter.

“Okay, I know you’re bored! So if you’d like you can add these onto my cheeks.” I trail on. “BUT, carefully!” I warn as his eyes widen.

He sits down immediately onto the bed and grabs the blush.

“Okay so be careful with the blush because it’s really pigmented,” I warn.

He makes a face of confusion.

“Okayy.. I think I know what that means,” He says, patting the brush onto the blush.

My eyes trail to his facial expression and his eyebrows and face seem really tense. I smile as I see that he really is taking this seriously.

“Okay..” He trails as he carefully swifts the brush on my cheekbones.

“Go on!” I assure and he nods.

He continues on with the highlighter and really seems to be concentrating on it.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Why are you smiling?” He questions.

I open my eyes and they immediately meet his worried ones.

“Nothing. It’s just you really seem focused. It's cute,” I smile and peck his lips.

He smiles and grins. His white teeth showing. It was adorable. He looked adorable. Damn, I really am lucky to have Louis.

“Okay, now I just gotta curl my lashes and put on mascara,” I explain. He nods. “And then once I’m done you can spray on my setting spray,”

“That sounds exciting!” He exclaims and I let out a laugh.

I curl with my lashes and proceed to put on a couple of coats of mascara. Once they’re where I want them to be I get Louis to go on with the final step.

He was already ready at hand, with the setting spray.

I chuckle and nod, giving him the cue to spray away.

I close my eyes and he clicks away. I instantly feel the wet sprays, which come to a stop once Louis is finished.

“Finally!” He sighs and lays down cuddling into me.

I chuckle.

“Louis, I still have to do my hair,” I say with a laugh.

He looks at me and lets out a loud groan.

“I’m sorry,” I say and get off the bed, heading to the bathroom.

“I’m just going to quickly curl my tips,” I say brushing my hair.

“Okayyy.” He says with a sigh as he finds a comfortable position on his empty bed.

I giggle and start to curl the ends of my hair.

Once I’m halfway through my hair I call out to Louis.

“Babe. You might want to start getting dressed. I’m almost done with my hair, so if you want some spare time for me to baby you, finish getting ready!” I say as he shifts in his bed.

“Okay!” He says getting off of his bed and going to grab his clothing for the day.

I go back to doing my hair and from the corner of my eye, I see him taking off his shirt.

I smirk but continue to do my hair anyways.

I hear his hums from the restroom as I finish curling the last end. I grab my outfit from the bag and start undressing.

Louis’ eyes make it to his girlfriend and sees that she's taking off her bottoms. He doesn’t know whether to continue his gaze or look away.

Eventually, he goes back to getting changed himself.

I look over at Louis and see that he’s only in his briefs.

I smile at how alluring and good looking he is.

“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out.

His eyes widen as they meet mine. He then chuckles.

His eyes meet my exposed shoulders as I’m only in a bra as I’m trying to get the straps on.

He smirks.

“And you’re so beautiful!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I smile and blow him a kiss.

As I’m finished putting my dress on, I head into his room and go in to hug him from behind. He has some khaki pants on, a nice dress shirt, a small gold chain, and sneakers.

He looks impeccable.

“Wow. You look amazing Louis!” I say and wrap my arms around him from behind.

I can see his smile from the mirror in front of him and he instantly turns over to me.

He picks me up slightly and kisses my lips.

I giggle and pull away.

“You’re adorable,” I mention and look at him in awe.

“No. You’re adorable!” He chimes.

I smile and kiss his lips right before pulling away.

He chuckles and puts me down.

“Now, you’re the one that looks amazing!” He says as his eyes trail down to me.

I blush and smack his chest playfully in response.

“Ow.” He winces.

I giggle and go in to peck his lips once more.

“You truly look amazing!” He says, not letting his eyes off of me.

I giggle and thank him.

I had on a casual floral dress. It wasn’t over the top but it wasn’t simple either.

“Thanks, bub,” I say cheekily with a wide smile.

Louis chuckles and bends down to peck my lips.

I giggle and straighten out his dress shirt.

“Should I wear a crew neck over the button up?” Louis asks as he looks down upon himself.

I think for a bit.

“I think you’d look good both with and without it. But take it just in case it gets chilly.” I advise.

Louis nods and goes to grab a charcoal brown crewneck.

“Perfect,” I say with a smile as I grab onto his arm.

He looks down at me and grins.

We both head over and lay on his bed.

He chuckles.

I roll my eyes, knowing he’s excited cause I can finally give him my attention.

He lays his head on my shoulder.

“Come here, birthday boy,” I say and motion for him to lay on my lap.

He does so and lays his head on me.

I go in to play with his hair, which I love.

“God, I love it when you do that!” He sighs as he closes his eyes, his head against my lap.

I chuckle and continue to roam my fingers through his hair, gently tracing my fingers through his scalp.

He rubs his head into my lap, as he cuddles deeper into me.

I smile knowing he’s enjoying my touch.

He looked adorable as his eyes were closed in bliss.

I lowered my head down to his lips and he puckered up his lips to connect the two. I smiled before proceeding to give into his lips. I grabbed onto the side of his face with the palm of my hand as I gently massaged it, as our lips created their own magic.

We were so into our own little world that we didn’t even realize that Issie and Millie had just entered the room.

“Aww! Look at you two, all dolled up, and sucking each other's faces off. Nice scene to walk into huh Iss?” Millie’s voice echoed through the room.

My eyes widened and Louis and I both broke off the kiss.

“Oh yeah! Definitely, Mills, especially since our brother is the submissive one in this case,” Issie says.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my laughter.

Louis was still in my lap, rolling his eyes.

“And what? It’s my birthday!” Louis shoots back, sitting up.

“Eww! Gross! I don’t want to hear that!” Millie shrieks.

“I would prefer not to hear about your sexual life and how you want it on your birthday!” Issie says in disgust.

“What?! I didn’t even say anything like that!” Louis says to them in defense.

“Well.. you kinda did imply it, babe,” I say as I wrap my arm around his shoulders and give him a peck on his cheeks.

He rolls his eyes at his sisters again.

“Well, we’re all ready now. We’re just waiting on mom,” Millie says, completely changing the subject.

She shudders as she’s about to sit on the bed but backs off.

I laugh, shaking my head.  

“We didn’t even do anything! You were literally jumping on my bed not so long ago!” Louis speaks, with an eye roll.

I reach over to grab Millie’s hand and pull her into the bed.

“Here, I'll give you a kiss too,” I say and kiss her cheek once she falls into the bed.

“Gross! I don’t know where those lips have been!” Millie says.

“OH MY GOD!” Louis says as he lets himself fall back into his bed with his hands in his face.

Issie is dying of laughter, so I pull her in quickly and send her a kiss.

“Oh nooo!” She complains as my lips meet her skin. “No! No! No!”

“We are neither confirming nor denying your allegations,” Louis says with a smirk as he sits back up.

“Louis!” I shriek as I feel my cheeks go red.

Millie starts making gagging noises and Issie scoots farther away from us as possible.

“What!” He says with a growing smile.

“You know what!” I scold.

Louis pulls me by the arms and causes us to both fall back into his bed.

“As much as I’d like to admit you guys are cute. That was no fun topic to speak about!” Millie says with a worried expression.

Louis laughs evilly.

James peeks his head through the open door.

“Time to go!” He smiles and heads off.

We all stand up from the bed. Louis goes to grab my hand, he intertwines them and squeezes our hands gently.

I smile and pull our intertwined hands to my lips and give them a little kiss.

He cheekily smiles and we start heading out his door.

“You girls look beautiful by the way!” I say to them as we all walk down the hallway.

“Thank you! You look gorgeous,” Issie says to me with a huge smile.

“You do look amazing y/n!” Millie smiles.

“Aww thank you, guys!” I smile and we all make it down the stairs.

Liz gasps once she sees us all.

“You all look wonderful!” She gushes.

We all thank her.

“You look lovely, Liz!” I smile.

“Thank you, darling!” She smiles.

“Come on, let's take a few pictures before we head out!” She pleads.

The four of us pose for the picture. Louis and I in the middle, Millie beside me, and Issie beside Louis.

After a couple of photos were taken, I let them take a couple of photos of just the three of them. I then offer to take photos of them all.

James and Liz join in with Louis, Millie, and Issie. I snap a couple of photos to get everyone's good sides.

“Come on y/n!” James calls me in. He swifts his hand signaling me to join them.

I nod with a smile and Liz leads me over and squeezes me in next to Louis. I blush and thank her.

James was in the corner ready to take a couple of photos, camera held up high to capture us all.

Louis wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. I put one of my arms behind his back and one on his chest as I lay my head on him.

We all smile for the picture and James takes a couple.

“Alright let's head out. We’re taking the car even though we might get more traffic but going on the train is going to be a hassle,” Liz explains.

“Mum. There’s no rush!” Louis assures her.

“Louis, well what’s the purpose of a breakfast if we’re not going to eat early?” Liz comments.

Issie and Millie let out a laugh.

“Alright. Alright. I guess we are in a rush. Speed away father,” Louis says once we’re all settled into the car.

Louis is on the left side of the car, I’m beside him, and to my right is Millie and then Issie.

James starts the car and drives off.

Louis puts his arm around me and pulls me in by my shoulders. He puts his lips against my temple and sweetly kisses it.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I whisper to him and he nods with a vibrant smile.

“So where are we eating exactly?” Issie asks her parents.

“To a nice restaurant that’s famous for their breakfast selection,” Liz explains.

“Famous?!” Louis says. “Oh mum, choosing an expensive place, am I right? Mum you didn’t have to. I’d be happy with anything!”

“Nonsense! It’s your special day,” James exclaims.

Louis smiles.

“Well thank you, nonetheless. You didn't have to but thanks,” Louis smiles.

James continues driving for about 15 to 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, the four of us in the back decided to play Who’s Most Likely To.

“Louis is definitely most likely to jump into a dumpster!” Issie exclaims.

Louis opens his mouth but nothing comes out of it. He’s just left with his mouth agape.

I giggle and nod.

“It’s definitely you, Louis! You literally have dove into a bunch of trash bags,” I say with a laugh.

“Literally everyone has seen that video!” Millie says in between laughs.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll take it I guess,” He says with a little eye roll.

I let out a laugh, as everyone in the car does as well.

We continue to foolishly ask questions which leads everyone in the vehicle to erupt in laughter.

James pulled up to a fancy looking restaurant. It looked full and impacted with many guests. It had both outdoor and indoor seating.

James found a place to park the car and we all stepped out of the vehicle. Louis hopped out of the car before me and lent me a hand to step out. I smile out at him and place my hands on him. As I make it out of the car, Louis closes the car door behind me.

“M’lady,” He cheekily says.

I smile and let out a cute laugh

James smiles at us as he exits the car himself.

“Okay let’s head in. We have reservations. Thank goodness cause look at the place,” She sighs in relief as we enter the doors.

Louis walked beside me as his hand was placed in my lower back. I smile at how he’s such a gentleman.

“Six for the Partridges,” James notifies the fancy main entrance.

Louis lowers his lips to my ear.

“See they already see you as a Partridge,” He whispers deeply into my ear.

I blush and look over into his eyes.

He has a huge smile placed on his lips.

I giggle and as I was about to respond we were already being led to our table.

Louis pulls out my chair and leads me to sit. I blush and sit on the comfy fancy looking chair.

Louis pushes me in a bit and pats my hair and he goes to sit beside me and across from his parents.

Right as we’re getting seated a couple workers were already handing us freshly squeezed juice.

I smile in thank you and simultaneously Louis and I reach for each other’s hands, from each other’s chairs.

We both laugh within each other and take in the freshly squeezed juice, which was delicious.

“Wow, mum. This is really good!” Louis shockingly says as he places the cup down.

Liz smiles and seems proud of her choice of breakfast.

We get handed the menus that we made of thick rich paper.

“Wow mum, even the menus are expensive!” Millie says as she opens it up.

I giggle and open up the menu myself.

I look over the breakfast selection and see they have everything anyone could ask for.

“Look over the menu if you’d like but we’re ordering the platter that gives us all the main dishes the restaurant offers for breakfast,” James notes to us as Liz nods.

“So we’re like having our own little buffet? Here at our table,” Issie questions.

“Precisely,” James smiles with a nod.

“Wow. Ok,” Louis says in amazement.

“You deserve it,’ I whisper to him with a smile.

He looks at me with love in his eyes.

“Thanks love!” He whispers back and he squeezes our hands.

I smile and we both face the table again.

Liz is ordering the platter and we all continue to drink the delicious not too thick juice.

We all start to converse once we’re settled and have placed our order.

“How does it feel to be an adult now?” Issie jokes.

“Oh! You know, life changing!” Louis claims.

I let out a giggle.

“I feel like a totally different person!’ He exaggeratedly says.

We all let out small laughs.

Soon various workers came over to our table. They all had huge platters of different breakfast dishes in their hands. They set it all down at our table. And man, let me tell you! There was sooo much food!

There were pancakes of all sorts of flavors with unique shapes, waffles, french toast, crepes, fruit, syrups of all kinds, breakfast burritos, bacon, mashed potatoes, hash browns, bacon, eggs.

“Mum! We are never going to finish all this food! I feel like I'm eating with the queen!’ Louis exclaims as his eyes gaze through the variety of food.

“Wow! I feel full just by looking at all of this food,” I say with a giggle.

“Let’s dig in!” Liz says, grabbing a plate.

We all nod in agreement and reach over to grab empty plates.

I reach to grab a plate but Louis was already handing me one.

“Here ya go,” He says with a bright smile.

“Wow what a gentleman,” Issie teases as she goes to grab some waffles.

I smile and grab the plate from his hand.

“Thank you, Louis!” I say with a pout. He’s so sweet and thoughtful.

“As he should!” Millie demands and I let out a laugh.

“I will always treat her right,” Louis says, grabbing a plate for himself.

“Well, I’m glad you do, Louis. I have always told you to be respectful and to treat a girl right and I am really glad and proud of you for treating y/n this way,” Liz says with a proud smile.

I turn over to Louis with a smile and he looks over at me. He looks straight into my eyes and squeezes our intertwined hands three times. I smile. Gosh, he makes me melt every time. I blush and smile a thank you to him.

Every time one of us squeezes each other's hand three times, it indicates us secretly saying I love you, to one another. Each squeeze represents each word. It was our thing.

I love him too.

I turn away as I feel my cheeks warm up.

“Aww she’s blushing,” Issie teases as she pokes my sides.

From the corner of my eye, I see Louis turn once he hears Issie’s statement.  

James and Liz laugh in awe.

Once Louis realizes that I certainly am blushing he lets go of our hands and pulls me into him.

“Aww. C’mere!” He smiles as he kisses my temple.

They all laugh and continue filling up their plates.

As they all place their attention on serving themselves breakfast, my face no longer turns red.

Louis gives me another temple kiss before letting me go.

I smile and go to serve myself portions from different platters.

As I finish filling my plate, I dig my fork into a pancake.

They look so delicious.

I placed the fork into my mouth and I was already in a food coma. The food was incredibly delicious. The pancakes were so fluffy and warm. Without a doubt, they were the best pancakes I’ve ever tried.

I continued digging into the other portions and it was all too delicious.

“Wow, this is really delicious mum!” Louis says with a full mouth of eggs and bacon.

I giggle as his parents scold him.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry!” He says quickly swallowing his food.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, Louis!” Millie scolds.

Louis is left with his mouth agape.

“It’s literally my birthday guys. I was trying to show my gratitude mum!” Louis defends.

I roll my eyes at him and Liz shakes her head.

“Point was you were talking with a mouth full of food and we’re in a high end restaurant, Louis,” Issie adds.

“I feel really attacked,” He says and digs into more food.

James and I laugh.

“Just eat your birthday breakfast, babe,” I say, patting his back.

“Mhm.” He says pretending to be hurt.

“Oh stop!” I say with a smile.

He couldn’t hide his smile anymore and let out a laugh.

“You’re such an idiot,” Millie says with a playful eye roll.

Louis lets out an adorable laugh and I couldn’t help but smile and feel warm on the inside.

He was my idiot.

Towards the end of our meal, an enormous group of employees surrounded our table.

“Oh no…” Louis whispered loud enough for me to hear.

I giggle and hold his hand.

“Who in this table is Louis?” A worker called out.

We all pointed at Louis and he rose his hand.

“That’ll be me,” Louis calls out.

They hand him a candlelit dessert.

As it was placed in front of him, all eyes in the restaurant were on him.

The employees erupted into a song to wish Louis a Happy Birthday.

“Woohoo!” James and Liz cheer from across the table.

I let go of Louis' hand and began to cheer him on.

We all clap our hands as the singing ceases.

“Thank you,” Louis kindly says to us all.

The workers nod and reply with ‘you’re welcome'.

Liz stands from her seat and goes to hug her boy.

Louis smiles appreciatively and goes in to hug her, as well.

He’s so sweet to his parents. He hugs her tightly and whispers words of gratitude only for her to hear.

She goes on to kiss his cheek and he flushes.

Her mom lets go and James goes in to pat Louis.

“Happy Birthday son. You know we love you and we’ll always be here for you. We believe in you and here’s to many more,” James says pulling Louis in.

“Thanks, dad!” Louis says holding onto his father.

“Happy Birthday Louis!” Millie calls out from her seat.

“Love you!” Issie smiles.

“Thanks, guys. Much appreciated!” He says gracefully.

We all stood up and headed out of the restaurant.

Louis and I walked behind everyone as we headed to the car.

“What are we doing now?” Louis cheekily says.

I turn over to look at him and smile.

“It’s a surprise!” I beam.

“A surprise?!” He exclaims.

“Mmhmm!” I nod.

“What kinda surprise?” He questions placing his lips on my cheek, hoping I’d give him more information.

“I can’t tell you,” I giggle.

He lets out a whine and lets his head fall back.

“Nope. Not happening!” I smile looking at his impatience.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” He pleads.

“You’ll eventually find out. As of right now you just can’t know,” I giggle.

“Ughh!” He groans as we make it to the car.

I roll my eyes and laugh to myself.

Louis opens the door for me and heads into his seat after me.

“Why is he being annoying this time?” Millie asks.

“Y/N won’t tell me my surprise!” He desperately says.

“Well it’s supposed to be a surprise,” James says, turning on the car.

“Wait! So you know what it is?” Louis says as his eyes glow.

They all nod.

“This sucks!” He says, crossing his arms.

“Alright here. I was going to wait until we got home. But since you’re upset about not knowing y/n’s surprise. We can give you ours right now,” Liz says, pulling out a black box from her purse.

“What is this?” Louis says as he holds the black box in the palm of his hands.

“Our first surprise,” James says looking at the back seat from the rearview mirror.

‘Why thanks guys,” Louis smiles as he opens up the black box, revealing an elegant watch.

His eyes widened in amazement.

“Mum! Dad!” Louis lets out in shock. “Thank you! I don’t even know what to say! I don’t even know how to react.” Louis says attentively, laying his eyes on the watch.

“I got my first watch on my 18th birthday and I wanted to do the same for you. Keep it going you know?” James says from the driver's seat.

“It's very grand. I can’t thank you enough!” Louis says looking up to his parents.

“Well put it on!” Issie clamors.

Louis carefully pulls the watch out and unclips it, placing it through his wrist. His other hand clips on the watch to his hand.

Louis flicks his wrist and smiles.

“Thank you, dad! Thank you, mum! Looks good doesn’t it?” He says to them and he shows them his arm.

“It looks great honey!” Liz smiles.

“It really does! It goes perfectly! James says as he looks at the watch on Louis’ wrist.

His eyes turn back to the road as we pull up to the Partridge’s neighborhood.

“Ahhh! Okay, time to close your eyes!” Liz says as she jumps in her seat.

“What?” Louis laughs nervously.

“Close your eyes quickly!” James warns.

“Bloody hell! What’s going on?!” Louis says not closing his eyes.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!” Millie and Issie yell.

“No! Not until I know what’s going on!” He replies.

“Oh my god!” I reply as I see that the house is nearing our sight.

Everyone in the car is yelling for him to shut his eyes, so I do it for him.

I quickly place my hands over his eyes, right in time for him to not see his other present, parked in the driveway.

I gasp as I see the black sports car lavishly parked on their driveway.

“WHAT! What’s going on?” Louis questions as he tries to open his eyes, once he hears my gasp.

We all choose to ignore him.

Now I knew he was getting his first car but seeing it now in close proximity, I was excited. It was nice, really nice.

James parks on the sidewalk that leads to the driveway where Louis’ sports car is.

Everyone excitedly gets out of the car. James and Liz open the door so Louis and I can get off.

“Okay, step out of the car,” James speaks.

“Well I mean I can’t really see,” Louis mutters.

“Just get out of the car! Hurry!” I exclaim.

“Okay okay!” He rushes.

He places his feet out onto the ground and carefully stands, with me behind him. Eyes still covered by my hands.

“Keep walking…” I trail as I lead him from behind.

He does so and we all lead him to the front of the car.

“What is going on?” He asks.

“Okay in 1… 2…. And 3… !” We all yell and I let go of my hands. He flutters his eyes open and gasps in surprise.

“Bloody hell! Is it mine? No way!” He says as he runs his hand through his hair walking towards the black vehicle.

“All yours!” James smiles.

“No way!” He says in shock.

“But… As of right now. It’s y/n’s,” Liz says, handing me the keys.

Louis looks over to me in confusion as I smirk.

“I’m soooo confused right now!” He says as he looks around.

I walk to the driver’s side of the car.

“Get in, loser!” I say jingling the keys over the car.

He furrows his eyebrows with a growing smile as he walks over to the passenger side.

I smirk as I open the door hopping into the car. I grip the steering wheel once I’m seated and I take a look around at the black interior.

I hear Louis open the passenger door. He bends down, half of his body in the car, taking a look at it in astonishment. Hand on the open door as he looks in.

Fuck that’s hot. His large hand gripped onto the wide open door of the passenger seat.

Louis looks over at me, face close to mine.

“Is it actually mine?” He says with a smile.

“Yes!” I beam with a huge smile. “Now come on!” I say excitedly for him to come in.

He furrows his eyebrows and smiles.

“What are you planning?!” He asks deeply as he reluctantly gets in the car.

As he shuts the door I fasten my seatbelt.

“Be safe!” Liz yells from the driveway.

I start the car and lower the window. I wave out to them and nod.

“Why is she saying that? Why do we have to be safe?” Louis bombards with questions.

“BYEE!” They all shout.

“BYEE!” I yell with a huge smile.

I start reversing out of the driveway and Louis confusingly waves bye to his family.

“What’s going on y/n? Tell me!” He says with a huge smile.

“We’re going… somewhere…” I trail off and we wave goodbye before I drive off.

“Where are we going?” He questions annoyingly as he grabs my hand.

“You really want me to drive with one hand in your brand new car?” I question with a smile as I look over at him for a split second.

“I can’t even believe it’s my car. I haven’t acknowledged it as my car. It hasn’t hit me yet,” He explains, his eyes fixated on me.

“Well, it’s your car! Take it all in!” I say as I turn over to him, looking at him with a cocked brow and smile.

“Hmm.” He hums looking around.

“This day has been like no other! It's been fantastic!” Louis beams.

“I’m happy for you, baby,” I smile looking over at him and away from the road.

He looks at the road and sees that it's clear, so he quickly goes in for a kiss.

“Thank you, baby!” He says right after he pulls away.

I smile and continue to drive.

“God. I can’t believe this is my car! That’s crazy!” He says as a wave of shock comes back in.

I laugh and keep my eye on the road, Louis still not having a clue as to where we're going.

“Now I’ll be able to bring you food when you’re hungry, drop by your room uninvited, take you on more dates, and all the things we can get away with while we’re in this car alone. By ourselves…” He trails getting quieter at the end.

I let out a snort.

I shake my head and giggle.

He laughs too.

“That's all I’m sayinggg!” He says in a singsong tone.

I giggle and shake my head as he holds onto my hand.

“Okay, we’ve been driving for a while now! Where are we going?” He chuckles, looking over at me.

“We’re spending the day in London!” I shouted with a giggle. “We can go wherever you want and do whatever you want!”

“That sounds delightful. I get to spend the day with you in my town. What more could I ask for?” He says sweetly.

I blush and he goes to grab my face proceeding to squish my cheeks.

I giggle and pat his hand away.

“I’m trying not to crash your car,” I say with a giggle.

“Oh also did I forget to add that we’re staying the night in the city?” I say with a smile as we start nearing the big building of London.

“What? Louis baffles.

“I got us a room. So no need to worry about heading home or worrying about curfews. We’re all alone, to do whatever we want,” I smile brightly.

“Y/N! You’re literally the best! You know me all too well!” He smiles and takes my hand to his lips.

I feel all mushy as he places his lips against my skin.

“I knew you’d want a day all to ourselves, so I planned it out just like that. We have extra clothes in the back for the night, that Issie placed earlier this morning. And now it's just up to you. What would you like us to do!” I reckon.

“You’re perfect! Literally perfect!” He expresses and he continues to add kisses to our intertwined hands.

I blush and hide away as I focus on driving.

“Well, we can walk around the streets, sightsee, grab some drinks, some snacks. As of right now, all I want to do is walk around, you by my side as I hold your hand or have my arm around you,” He says with a twinkle in his eye.

“Aww Louis!” I say with a pouty face.

He chuckles and marks a kiss on my cheek.

I drive into the big streets and look around for a parking spot.

“Birthday luck,” Louis calls, pointing towards an empty parking spot.

I sigh.

“Thank goodness!” I say in relief.

Louis chuckles and I go to park his car in the street.

As I successfully parked I turn off the car.

Louis immediately stops me from doing anything.

“Don’t move!’ He ordered.

I chuckle and stay seated as he exits the car and goes to my side to open my door.

“M’lady,” He says in a posh accent, which really is just a deeper British accent for him.

I giggle and place my hand on Louis’ as he has it out for me.

I smile sheepishly as he’s bowed down.

“Louis…” I trail shyly.

“What? I’m being a gentleman to my girlfriend, soon to be wife,” He remarks.

I laugh and shake my head.

“You’re adorable!” I whisper as I have my face millimeters away from his. He smiles as he looks me in the eyes, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks into me. I went in for a kiss, it was sweet and slow.

Louis pulls away, our lips still pressed on one another.

“I love you,” He whispers.

I swift my eyes down and smile. I look back up into his brown eyes and peck my lips onto his once more.

“I love you, too,” I murmur into our lips.

“Come on. Let’s go,” He says and grabs my hand, leading me into the streets of London.

He walks fast with his long legs.

“Louis!” I shriek. “You’re speed walking over here. While I’m like being dragged!” I say with a laugh.

He looks back at me and laughs.

“Sorry!” He says. “I just want to take you to this place. I’m excited.”

I giggle and go in to kiss his cheek.

“I fucking love you. You’re just too cute and adorable. I can’t handle it!” I say as I giggle into his cheek.

He lets out a laugh and turns his head causing our lips to interlock, as I was previously kissing his cheek.

He longingly kisses me and pulls away with a sly smile.

“I saw what you did there!’ I say with a smirk.

We eventually made it.

“Okay this place has the best and I mean best ice cream!” Louis thrills.

“Alright. I’ll take your word for it!” I say and I walk straight into the shop.

We both order a sundae that gives us the option of 5 scoops of our choice of ice cream.

“Okay we’ll get chocolate,” Louis starts.

“Vanilla,” I continue.

“Rocky Road.”

“Chocolate Chip.”

“And strawberry,” Louis ends.

The worker nods and starts preparing our sundae which has whipped cream, peanuts, chocolate syrup, and a couple of cherries.

“It looks delicious!” I say as I grip Louis' hand and lay my head on his arm.

He looks down at me and smiles.

“You’re so cute!” He says, looking down at me in awe.

I look up at him and blush.

I tippytoe barely reach his height and go in to kiss his beautiful lips.

“I love you,” I murmur into the kiss.

He smiles and murmurs it back.

Our names are called and we head out with sundae in hand. We find an empty bench that gives us a view of London’s Tower Bridge and its waters.

After a bit of silence and our sharings of the sundae, Louis lets out a sigh.

“I love this day,” He says, looking out into the distance.

My gaze stays fixated on him and he looks out into London’s waters.

I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him. I look up and his neck calls out to me. I smile and press my lips against his neck.

He immediately looks down at me as my lips are pressed onto his neck.

“You’re really going to tempt me in the middle of London?” He smirks.

“I’m not even trying to tempt you,” I say with a playful eye roll. “Your neck is just right here as I’m laying my head on your chest and I just can’t help but kiss you.” I cutely say.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

After a couple of seconds of silence, he speaks up again.

“I could live like this forever and never complain,” He says and he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“As long as I’m in your arms I’d never complain,” I respond.

“As long as you’re in my arms I’d never complain.” He replies.

I smile into his chest.

Our ice cream sundae, now gone.

After a while of looking into the water and the Tower Bridge, we stood up to further our walk.

“Where to now?” I say from beside him.

He shrugs.

“I’m not sure.” He says as he holds onto my hand.

I nod and we continue to walk until we make it to the shops.

We randomly walk into a clothing store and we look around for a bit.

“Do you want me to buy you anything?” I gently ask, trying not to interrupt our comfortable silence.

He looks down at me like I’m crazy.

“Definitely not!” He exclaims.

“Louis. It’s your birthday!” I say.

“It’s okay! You've already done a lot for me today,” He explains.

“I haven’t done much!” I say looking up at him.

“Well you’ve done more than you know,” He says, bending down to kiss my lips.

He pulls away and I pout.

“Sorry sweetheart!” He says regarding ending the kiss. “I just need to get this point across. You’ve done a lot. A lot more than you think! Because all the little things you do, mean everything to me. Like your little surprise at midnight, the way you smile and look at me like I’m the only one you see, when you give me cute random kisses, hold my hand, when you baby me, when I ask you for clothing advice. Like the things you do, don’t go unnoticed. Because I notice and I’m aware of it all. You’ve done so much and now you bring me to London and tell me you got us a room. It’s more than I could ever ask for. Really,” He says as he holds both of my hands and looks at me as he speaks.

“Louis,” I say as I look up at him in awe. “I do all these things naturally. I don’t keep my eyes on you because I expect you to notice or because I want you to pay attention to what I do. When those small things happen it’s because I genuinely do them. Like they just happen at the moment. It happens because I care for you because I’m in love with you. I hold your hand and kiss you randomly because that’s what my heart and soul desire. You’re the one that my heart desires. It will always be you and I will always love you. This little trip to London is nothing compared to how much I feel and care about you! We could spend the day in Bora Bora or in your bed and I’d be happy just to be with you,” I say, intertwining our fingers as our hands are already being held.

“And I feel the same way. As long as I’m with you I’m happy. It doesn’t matter where we are, I’ll always be glad to be with you. My heart desires you too. Like if the body was ruled by the heart instead of the brain I’d be kissing you 24/7, nonstop, all the time. I’d have you on me and against me for like ever!” He says with a cheeky smile.

I shake my head and smile.

“The workers are probably wondering if we’re going to buy something or if we’re just going to longingly look into each other's eyes the whole time!” I say with a chuckle.

Louis lets out a laugh. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here!”

“Before we leave. Are you sure you don’t want you to get anything?” I ask before we exit.

“Definitely not!” He says with a chuckle.

I giggle. ‘Okay.”

We exit the shop.

“Now the real question is do you want me to buy you anything?” He says holding onto my arms as he moves in front of me blocking my sight.

“If you don’t let me buy you anything, I’m not letting you buy me anything!” I say with sass.

Louis snickers and rolls his eyes.

“Why do you make things so complicated?” He says as we continue to walk.

“What? I’m not even making it complicated!” I say letting out a laugh.

He stays quiet and tries to hide the smile that’s daring to show.

I smile and roll my eyes.

“You’re-”

He quickly shushes me and places a finger onto my lips.

“I’m not complicated!” He immediately says as he injects my sentence.

My mouth is left agape.

“If you weren’t complicated and extra, you wouldn’t have shushed me!” I interject.

He rolls his eyes.

“Whatever,” He says.

I look away from him with a smile, shaking my head.

We walk around the shops with our hands intertwined.

“I still can’t believe I have a car now. That’s insane!” He beams as he looks down at me.

“I know, right? It’s quite nice,” I smile up at him.

He nods and hums in amusement.

My eyes wander around and I gasp once I see a bakery.

“What?” Louis questions at my gasp.

“We have to go here! Come on! Come on,” I demand as I pull Louis towards the direction of the cake shop.

Louis takes a look inside the large windows and realizes it’s a bakery in which you get to decorate your own cake.

He sees my large smile and shakes his head.

“If you insist,” He says with a laugh.

“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. We’ll get to eat the cake that we decorate!” I say knowing he wants to do it just as much as me.

“Oh alright.” He says with a playful eye roll.

“Yayy!” I say and tippytoe to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks flush and we both enter the shop.

We get handed a cake and get told where all the decorations and supplies were located.

“Let’s get started!” Louis smiles as we comfortably sit across from each other.

The round cake that’s covered in fondant is placed on the table.

Louis opens up a package that contains more fondant.

“I’m thinking of getting these cutters and shaping the fondant into random things,” Louis says as his focus is on trying to open up the fondant. I giggle at how hard he’s trying.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of cutters too!” I say placing them on the table.

“Ooo let me see!” Louis curiously says.

I smile and start explaining what each cutter is.

“So I got this star because you’re my star and because you’re becoming an excellent star in the business. Everyone’s going to know who you are!” I start and pause as I notice how interested Louis is in my choice of cutters, making me blush.

Louis hums for me to go on. His head in the palm of his hands.

I nod and go on. “Then I got this heart to represent how I feel about you,” I say, holding it up for him to see.

“Oh now you’re making me feel so basic about mine,” He gushes, causing me to laugh.

“I’m sure they’re great!” I say.

Louis picks up one of his cutters with a huge smile on his face trying to suppress his laughter but completely fails letting it all out.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He says in between laughs. “So this one is of a little boy,” He says, holding it out for me to see. “I don’t know why I got it but I just did. I guess it can be me.” He dumbly says.

I furrow my brows and let out a smile.

“Okay?” I say letting out a small laugh. “Makes sense.”

“And then I got a ‘1’ and ‘8’’ He ends, holding the two numbers together to make an ‘18’.

“You’re so adorable you know that?” I say grabbing the fondant that Louis previously opened.

“Yeah, I think so,” He arrogantly says with a playful shrug.

I roll my eyes.

We start placing the cutters on the fondant and sticking them onto the cake.

“It’s coming along nicely,” Louis says as we finish adding all the shaped fondant.

I nod in agreement.

“Time for the icing!” I excitedly say, grabbing it.

“Take full reign,” Louis says, eyeing my next move.

I smile and start writing ‘Happy Birthday Louis’ on the face of the cake with an exclamation point. But instead of the exclamation point having a period at the bottom it has a heart.

“There,” I say with a proud smile.

“Perfect!” Louis softly says at the finished product and looks up at me. “You’re perfect.”

I melt at his compliment and pout. He goes to grab my hand from across the table and sweetly smiles.

“I love you,” He says with a voice to die for.

“I love you too!” I say softly to him. I lean over the table and sweetly peck his lips. He smiles.

“Shall we go now?” He asks and I nod.

Our cake gets placed in a box to go and I pay for the cake.

Louis frowns.

“It’s your birthday okay?” I say holding onto his hand.

He grunts to himself, causing me to laugh.

“Thank you!” Louis says to the worker as he gets handed the box.

We head out of the shop hand in hand. One hand was holding mine and his other was holding the box of cake.

“What time do we have to check into the hotel?” Louis asks as we walk mindlessly through the city.

“There’s no specific time,” I responded.

He smiles like he’s got something up his sleeve.

“Why?” I inquire.

“I have the perfect spot!” He beams with a huge toothy smile.

“Alright.” I say slowly waiting for him to reveal more of his ‘perfect spot’.

“So there’s this perfect place we can go to. It has a perfect view, it’s secluded, and we can eat our cake there!” Louis elated with beaming eyes.

“That sounds wonderful!” I say in awe as I swing our interlocked hands.

He chuckles and nods in agreement.

“We’ll have to take the car to our special destination,” He charmingly says.

I smile in favor and hand him the keys.

As soon as we make it to the car he lets go of my hand and jogs over to open the passenger side door.

“Aww. You’re so sweet, babe!” I say pouting and going in for a quick kiss.

He chuckles and closes the door for me once I’m seated in his car.

He gets in the car and places the cake in the backseat.

“Okay.” He says once he fastens his seatbelt. “It’s not too far from here but we’ll probably get stuck in traffic. Which isn’t that bad because we’ll kill time and make it right on time for the sunset,” He rants, pulling out of his parallel parking and onto the road.

“Wow, babe. That's kinda hot,” I let out. My eyes were on his hands that were placed on the fine black steering wheel.

He quickly looks over at me and chuckles.

His right hand leaves the steering wheel and firmly makes it onto my thigh.

“Hey! Both hands on the wheel sir!” I remark.

“Oh shove off!” He says with an eye roll which ends with my chuckle.

I place my hand on top of his and I see the smile that grows on his face making me feel the butterflies all over again.

“I can never get over the fact of how lucky I am to have you, Louis,” I softly say looking over to him.

“If anything I’m the lucky one, y/n,” He says looking over to me, taking his eyes off the road for a slight second.

I shake my head.

“I’m being serious, Louis,” I say just as soft. “I really am amazed with you. Everything about you,” I say intertwining over fingers and bringing our hands to my lips.

I sense his blush.

“Thank you.” He softly whispers. “I really appreciate it, love.”

I nod and hum in response.

I shift in my seat and lay my head on his right arm.

“You tired?” He asks, concerned.

I shake my head.

“No. I just feel comfortable is all.” I mumble out.

Louis nods cutely looking down at me in awe.

“This feels so surreal,” Louis says regarding driving his brand new vehicle.

“I’m sure it does!” I say standing up from my past position. “The sun seems to be going down,” I say looking out the window.

Louis looks out and looks at the sky.

“Good thing we’re here then,” Louis beams, turning off his car at the side of an empty street.

“Where are we?” I say unbuckling my seatbelt.

“You’ll see. Now come on!” Louis says getting out of the car and reaching out for the cake.

I chuckle in confusion as I get out of the car, following his lead.

“Come here,” He calls out to me with his hand out.

I skip over to him, grabbing his hand.

He leads me across the street to what seems like an abandoned parking building.

“The view looks amazing from up there!” Louis says as he leads me into the first floor of the parking structure. We make it to the stairs and start the venture up it.

“It’s a bit long but it’s worth it, I promise!” He says excitedly.

I laugh and nod.

Everything is worth it when I’m with him.

The flight of stairs was lengthy, it was around a dozen floors worth of stairs.

The sky was in full view when we finally made it to the rooftop of the building.

“Nice, right?” Louis says pulling me into him.

“Yeah. Nice.” I say looking around at the beautiful setting sky. “It looks beautiful.”

“It does and just wait for it to get dark! You’ll see all the lights from here. It really is an incomparable view,” Louis explains and finds a spot for us to sit that catches the view perfectly.

The sky showcased a nice array of deep colors. I hold onto Louis' hand and lay my head on his shoulder. I lay comfortably on him and he puts an arm around me.

“God I love you!” Louis sighs after a moment of silence.

I blush and look down.

“You’re adorable.” He lovingly says once he realizes I’m a blushing mess.

He pets the top of my head and looks out into the dazzling city of London.

“I wouldn’t trade this for the world,” I softly let out into the air.

“Me neither,” Louis hums, looking down at me and smiling.

“Your smile always kills me,” I say with rosy cheeks.

“My smile is just my body expressing and saying what I can’t form into words. I just look at you and I’m like damn.” Louis says, his voice lowering towards the end.

I smile and leave kisses on his hand.

“Shall we open our cake?” Louis asks, grabbing the box.

“Yes!” I beam out and situate myself up

Louis opens up the box and takes out the cake.

“Let me take one last look at it before it’s gone,” He says to himself as he takes one last look at it.

“Hey!” He calls out. “I didn’t know you added this?” Louis says with a surprised look on his face, pointing at the crown shaped fondant.

I geekily smiled.

“I added it while you weren’t looking! It signifies you being my prince, my king.” I shyly say, placing my hand on the opposite side of his face and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Aww. Baby!” He says slightly putting his body over mine, causing me to lean back. “You’re my queen,” He whispers against my lips, his body threatening to push me against the floor.

He looks down at my lips and they flicker back up to my eyes and without hesitation he presses his lips against mine, causing me to fall back. Our kiss deepens once I’m in between the ground and Louis.

Louis' hand makes it to my neck and jaw, holding it softly. We were there laying on a rooftop with our cake awaiting us. Louis lays on top of me and he pulls away, looking deep into my soul.

“Come on, let’s eat some cake,” He mumbles, sitting up and holding out his arm for me to grab. I do so and he pulls me up and we both sit.

He hands me a fork and we both dig in.

“This is delicious!” Louis says with a mouthful.

I giggle as he has a mouthful of the cake.

“Gosh, it looks beautiful out here!” I say, mesmerized by the bright lights of London in contrast to the now dark sky.

Louis nods and wraps his arms around my waist.

He looks over to me and then back at the view.

He prompts a kiss on my head and smiles.

I turn to look at him.

“What’s in that head of yours?” I ask curiously.

Louis shakes his head looking away.

“Just thinking of how amazing this moment is,” He lets out.

My heart warms up to his sweet thoughts.

I look down and place my hand over his hand that is placed on his lap. While the other is still wrapped around me.

He smiles at my small gesture. Loving how it felt to have my fingers tracing along the top of his hand. It gave him a nice ravishing feeling.

He couldn’t lie, he did feel a bit irked when the tickling of the tracing stopped when I went to get another fork of cake.

I giggle once I notice the disheveled look on his face.

He wasn’t good at hiding his thoughts.

“Come here,” I say with a laugh as I go to grab his free hand.

He laughs and I start tracing my nails along the top of his hand.

“I’m not looking forward to walking down that long flight of stairs!” I groaned out.

“We should just stay here,” He chuckled.

“Or…. You could just carry me.” I smiled jokingly.

“Do you want me to die!” He exclaimed, but his eyes immediately widened once he realized how that came out.

“What?!” I rose my brows at him in surprise. “Are you calling me-”

“No, no, no! Not like that! I swear! I just meant like it’s a long flight of stairs and it’s tiring walking down it on your own. I- I swear I wasn’t calling you anything like that! Carrying even a baby would be tiring because you’re holding something. Oh, fuck me.” He sighs as he tries to explain his horrible wording.

I let out a laugh and roll my eyes at him.

“You have such an amazing way with words, don't you Louis?” I tease.

“Oh stop!” He says, rolling his eyes at me. His smile curled up into his cheeks after he let out a huge sigh in relief, knowing that I understood that he was in no way saying anything harmful.

“You’re such an idiot!” I say playfully shoving him.

“Wellll I’m your idiot!” He beams.

I giggle and nod.

“Okay. I'm just glad you didn’t take it the wrong way!” He says with another sigh.

I giggle.

“I know what you meant, Louis,” I smile, pecking his lips in reassurance.

“Oh thank god!” He says with another huge sigh, holding his hand over his heart.

I let out a giggle with another eyeroll.

“Come on. Let’s get going before room service ends!” I smile standing up and lending my hand out for Louis to grab.

“Alright.” He smiles idiotically.

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[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Proof of Life

He had never quite gotten used to the blinding, brilliant hallways, how even the passages seemed like laboratories. They were white and sterile, absent of life. The longnecks never even dropped anything, never trailed rain on the floors, didn’t leave footprints or marks on the walls. Kamino had never seemed lived-in. It felt like a simulation, a time warp, where the rest of the galaxy ceased to exist. He could slip in and out as he pleased, and he was okay with that.

Usually, he made his footsteps as silent as the city’s inhabitants. He walked with purpose, and watched as they looked at him like a specimen on a dissection table - some element of physiology they could not understand. The Kaminoans were not like Mandalore. They spoke palely, circumvented the point and trusted you to guess at their meaning and blame someone else at the same time. Mandalorians got straight to the point. Kaminoans moved like observers, their eyes unblinking, a neutrality that was so wholly scientific it did not seem real. He had learned to read the bias under their eyes, their silent judgement when something was not quite the same.

Mandalorians walked like they owned the place. Mandalorians could be whatever fit best, changing strategies and language and personality like changes of clothes.

So he did.

Today, his footsteps echoed in the blank hallways. Today, when he passed a longneck, their heads turned and their eyes widened, just the tiniest bit. Today, he was blunt, and he did not care. Today he had somewhere to be.

“Master Fett.” Nala Se’s words were deliberate, painfully slow. She blinked her wide gray eyes at half speed, hands floating over the console she was working at. Holograms flashed around her, graphs and charts of data he didn’t care to understand. “Clone Alpha has been successfully decanted.”

“I would like to see him.” Jango stared her down. His words scraped across the room, a rough balance of control and force.

“Of course.” Nala Se touched her fingers to the screen of the console. Her hand drifted to an unmarked door. “This way, please.”

At least she moved quicker than she spoke, her tall frame lending length to her steps. The door swirled open out of their way.

“Clone Alpha is healthy,” the scientist intoned. “He has been released to your custody.”

Jango did not thank her.

Throughout his life, he had never been speechless. Nonplussed. Roused. Interested. Distant. Jango was taught to be calculated, never to reveal his hand, never to betray himself - not his emotions, not his thoughts. Weak points led to opportunity led to death, and there was no in between.

But this took his breath away.

This tiny creature took his breath away.

He did not remember returning to his apartment, the blinding hallways and lack of something indescribable.

He only remembered the baby, how he watched the world with shadowed eyes, how his tiny nostrils flared, how his features were untouched by blaster fire and cruelty. He waved his fists lazily, his fingers so small they tickled, and Jango could not find the ridges of bone beneath the surface of his skin.

Boba grew so fast that Jango suspected, initially, that the Kaminoans had not honored their word. How could a child that could grow a millimeter overnight, that inhaled food as frequently as oxygen, whose eyes sharpened with each passing day, not be modified for growth acceleration?

But no, this was normal.

Days blurred. Jango remembered it in images, tiny moments that he tucked into the back of his mind for safekeeping.

Boba’s face twisted when he first tried solid food. He giggled whenever Jango placed him on his stomach, as if the floor were something funny, and the way his features lit up, there had never been anything brighter. He crawled at lightspeed, leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake, and mouthed Jango’s gauntlets when he began teething. He was so determined to learn how to walk that he spent hours at a time learning to stand, falling over, making faces, rinse and repeat. When it stormed, he watched the lightning like it held the galaxy’s secrets. He loved bone broth, but treated jogans like the plague incarnate.

Boba was two when he got his hands on a set of finger paints. Jango had met up with Cad Bane for a job, and the dry-humored Duros had passed them along as some kind of joke. But Boba loved them, drowning his hands in the bright colors and squealing his delight to all of Tipoca City.

Taun We knocked on the door and he scampered past her out of the apartment, his little hands coated in layers of paint. And, laughing, he smeared them all over the bright white walls like blank canvases, leaving streaks of vivid color behind him. Intent on making his mark.

Suddenly, the hallways didn’t seem like a lab anymore. They were simply home, filled full with Boba’s glee and smudges of disorderly color that made Taun We gasp in horror.

Boba made this feel lived in. Proof of life, in blotches of paint and tiny fingerprints on the walls.

For a moment, it was enough.

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Happy Clonetober!! Huge huge thanks to @clonetober for putting together the prompt list. It looks like so much fun. I will be attempting to keep up throughout the month, so we'll see how it goes? Please let me know if you have ideas for daily prompts, I would love to geek out about the best boys with you.

Here's Jango being a Dad™. I really couldn't help imagining him try to deal with baby Boba (the chaos it must have been!), and I love to think of the two of them completely upending the Kaminoans' stiffness for once. I think Lama Su would have an aneurysm if he bore witness to the mess a child can make. He'd totally deserve it, anyway.

[todoscript]

prompt 100, todoroki, smut? first time/confession?

Always You.

Prompt | “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

Genre | SMUT. Fluff.

Pairing | Todoroki Shouto x Fem!Reader

Words | 5.2K+

Warnings | 18+. Smut. Oral. Penetration. Semi-public sex. Body worship. Characters are aged up. Feelings Revealed. Cuddling. 

Summary | Hearing your troubled thoughts about the daunting future ahead of you, Shouto finally realizes what you meant to him all this time.

A/N | I’ve been wanting to dabble with smut, so thank you Anon for this request (also I’m assuming you requested the prompt based on this list from my past drabble event). This is my first time posting e/xplicit content so beware of all the warnings. Other than that, please let me know your thoughts!

Big thank you to @sadistiks and @shoutogepi for beta reading! I really appreciate it! <3

For the longest time, since the very first year of his high school journey to becoming a hero, Todoroki Shouto knew that you were special to him. But he didn’t realize what these emotions meant.

At first, the feelings bombarded his thoughts like a haze—a screen of smoke he couldn’t see past. He initially discerned it as an affliction down his path, blocking his sight from the light at the end of his heroic odyssey. Yet even when he waved the murk away, he felt your spirit was still somehow manifested within him.

The darkness of the dim first floor greeted him when he arrived down from the elevator, the agony of no sleep pestering mind. The light shuddered back inside as he stepped out, a ding echoing throughout the quiet atmosphere that was the dead of the night. He trekked down the halls, past the kitchen, and into the common space where only a single flicker of candlelight met his vision.

However, when he approached closer, he noticed the fire wasn’t alone. There you were, sat on the couch with warm, soothing tea nestled in your hands.

“Y/n,” he called out, and you heard his voice quickly in the silence. You turned around, knowing well it was Shouto from the distinct husk in his tone and not your teacher Aizawa coming to reproach you for still being up so late.

“Oh Shouto, couldn’t sleep either?” you asked. He replied with a nod, which compelled you to pat the cushions on the couch. He took your offer and established himself into the light, sitting next to you.

For a moment, a gentle lull instilled itself into the atmosphere. You didn’t say anything to each other, but your presences were enough to soothe the strain in your bodies and release any disturbing thoughts plaguing your minds. It was an unspoken form of affirmation between you two that Shouto was oddly fond of. When you perched your cup of tea onto the coffee table, you finally cut the silence.

“I’ve been… thinking…” Your words drifted off, and Shouto removed his sight from the candle’s dancing fire to turn to you.

“About?” He poked the remark further.

“Our class. Our journey to becoming heroes,” you answered, folding your legs into you on the couch with your chin propped against your knees. “Soon, it’ll all be over.”

Your words lingered with distraught at the thought that within a few months left in your third year, the next step in your path will open forward, leaving a curtain to draw close on the current one you’ve walked upon for nearly three years now. It was unsettling. Realizing the habits you’ve established, and the faces you’ve been accustomed to throughout each day, will suddenly vanish within the instant you approached life after high school. It scared you as much as it did the boy by your side, which to him was strange.

It shouldn’t bother him as much. He’s worked himself up since he was a child, grinding sweat and rigor through his bones to achieve this goal. He’s known across his entire life that he’d eventually end up at this point and move further toward that dream of becoming a Pro Hero. Yet when you addressed the troubling notions out loud, he grew conflicted.

“That’s right. We’ll be walking on our different paths after,” Shouto said. It was then he realized the weight amassed in that single statement. That once the year is over, you won’t be ingrained into each other’s lives anymore. He wouldn’t get to see your smiling face greeting him every morning or engage in the compelling conversations you enacted between classes. His life would be different from then on out, and the idea of the emptiness carved into it after your departure left an ache in him, making him hollow.

“A-Are you ready for it? To move on and leave everything behind?” you stuttered as if anxious to receive his answer. Deep down, you wanted to believe the boy still desired to hang onto the present and the relationships woven into this fabric of time, rather than cut them off and start a new seam. However, you could not forget about his achievements and hard work, forged through sheer will and determination. He was amongst the top in your entire year, and you couldn’t neglect that he was destined for bigger and better things after. It would be selfish of you to anchor him down with these chilling notions of yours.

Yet as Shouto thought over the questions, he envisioned his trudge down this long winding road, and then remembered everything. He remembered all the times his eyes lingered on you, and the silent, reassuring exchanges you sent each other between infinitesimal moments. He remembered all the words you spoke to him when his spirits were down, recalling whenever he willingly sought out your presence just to be near you—next to you. And he remembered the heat on his body and the confliction he dealt with whenever he craved your touch as every thought of you ignited a blaze he wished you could douse out, lest his sense of reason be incinerated. 

It’s when he reached the end of this path, and the light peaked in its brightest form that he ultimately realized. The light was you. It was always you from the beginning. You were never the haze obscuring his journey, but the luminosity that guided his way, showing him to who he truly was and helping him experience all the joys on this path.

Shouto snuck a glance over to you while your eyes still lined downward at the quivering reflection of the cup of chamomile tea next to the candle. The single light source illuminated every crest beautified on your face, and he beheld the vulnerability within the moment as if you were the only thing on this earth. You made him happy and filled that void in his existence that plagued him before he arrived at U.A., like the missing piece of an incomplete puzzle. He could not fathom the world around him without you.

Shouto breathed a heavy sigh from his lips. Despite your doubt and suspense, his answer felt all too obvious to him.

“No, I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet,” he conclusively admitted. When you perceived his answer, you loosened your legs clutched to your chest, and met his eyes with an astonished expression.

“Shouto, what are you saying?” You tried to urge him to rethink his words again, understand what they meant. Shouto, out of the majority of everyone in your year, should be more than prepared for the future to come. You’ve known the boy so closely throughout your three years together, but you couldn’t discern whatever could be troubling his mind for him to be afraid of taking that leap forward.

“There’s… something in this life that I’m not willing to let go of yet,” he cast his gaze to the small flit of the candle before shifting it to the glow of your irises. His hands reached out and entwined with yours, and the comforting touch of your warm skin gave him the fortitude to continue.

“You. I don’t think I’m ready to leave you yet, Y/n,” he told you, and in the quiet, the words nearly echo through your mind. Initially, you’re speechless at the confession, but you don’t pull away. In fact, you gripped his hands tighter, like maybe the Shouto in front of you was a mirage conjured by your lack of sleep. However, he’s real. The unwavering stare, the altering sensations clasped against his calloused palms, the resolute composure on his handsome features. They were all real. 

“Sh-Shouto… I—”

“I realized what you meant to me. You’re always on my mind because you’re the one thing in this life I can’t go without, the one person I won’t and can’t move on from.” Though a man of few words, he mustered the strength to utter this unyielding declaration. 

“I’m in love with you, Y/n,” he imparted the words he’s been meaning to tell you—the words that finally answered the confusion he felt all this time and lifted the veil that clouded him.

Your eyes shimmered, hearing the heart behind his affirmation. Your face shifted from a mien of confliction to one of acceptance, allowing yourself to wholeheartedly welcome the emotions he finally unshackled from the depths of his soul.

“Shouto, I… I love you. I think deep down, I’ve always felt the same, I just never knew if it was right for us to be together,” you said, and it obliged him to return an enlightened look while he slowly inched closer.

“But… What does this mean from here on out?” you tried to ask through a whisper, but the ceasing proximity between you two blanks your mind to only the attention of Shouto’s face drawing near, his cold breath tickling your lips.

“I don’t know. All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you,” he warned yet didn’t stop to pause as his eager lips finally met yours in a searing sensation of emotions. Your mind adjusted to the caress of his lips, soon melding perfectly into his with a simple tilt of your head.

Shouto brought a hand up to hold your jaw while his other gripped underneath your thigh to adjust your position, now straddling him on the couch to allow your bodies to press together intimately. Naturally, your arms found their way around his neck while you continued mingling your lips for kiss after kiss in the empty common space, tongues dancing together. He palmed at every inch of your skin, traveling from the expanse of your naked legs to your ass, and then up to your clothed breasts. Through these motions, you grounded yourself against him and felt the growing shape beneath his sweatpants form against your covered cunt.

Your lips detached for a second. You stared into the evident lustful haze fogged in his fraternal twin irises, a playful grin on your swollen lips. “Are you sure all you want to do is kiss?”

He mirrored your smirk, hands lightly grazing your thighs teasingly. “Not even close, love.”

Hearing the endearing name caused a heat to pool in your lower-half, which continued to grow desperately hot while he embarked his mouth on a journey across the expanse of your neck. You winced at the array of fervent kisses left in his wake and noticed his hands busied themselves by rubbing circles against your torso to your hips underneath your sleeping clothes. He brushed up against your breasts, unrestricted due to an absence of a bra. His touch felt like fire, and sent you into dizzying desire. It wasn’t long until he finally tugged on the hem of your shirt. Taking the hint, you moved your arms up to allow him to pull the article of clothing off.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he muttered and wasted no time in admiring your bare upper body, tossing your shirt to the side. Though he only spoke of beautifying praises, he noticed your hesitance when you hovered your arms in front of him, cheeks growing vividly hot. At this, he took your hands in his and moved them away from obscuring the beautiful sight before his adamant, loving gaze.

“I mean it. You’re the prettiest thing on this earth, Y/n,” he assured, planting a kiss against each of your palms then settling them on his shoulders.

“And I’m going to make sure—” His words paused as his mouth attached to your skin once more.

“That your beautiful body—” He molded his lips against the underside of one mound, traveling upward.

“Knows all the things—” it eventually made its way to your nip that shivered and hardened through the exposure to the cold air, “I’ll be doing to it.”

Hearing those sensual words leave the mouth of a man usually so composed and calm made your mind scatter in a hazy daze that drenched you from your panties to the thin material of your shorts, undoubtedly wetting his sweatpants in the process.

“Mm… Ahh…” you breathed out a sigh of moans next to his ear thanks to his methodical movements, which sounded like a melody he would repeat over and over in his head for years to come. One of his large hands slipped behind you down your shorts to grip your ass, ignoring the clothing, and the other wandered to your breast that wasn’t occupied by the heated presses of his mouth. You tried to keep yourself anchored to reality and not drift off in the hot air of lust by gripping behind his head and weaving your fingers in his dual-colored tresses. Unknowingly, you pressed him further into you, and he gladly continued to indulge in his simulations.

Eventually, he parted from your body to sit back and admire his handy work, which were the marks adorned on your skin and the needy look on your face left in his wake. The glimmer of the candlelight behind you accentuated the outline of your figure, and he wanted to ingrain this pretty image into his head so badly.

“Sh-Shouto…” you whined, and his eyes perked up.

“What is it, love?” he asked, though his hands continued caressing your waist and thighs almost tauntingly, discerning the desire in your voice.

“I want…”

“Want what?” he pried on.

“You know what I want...” You bashfully eyed down his lap, fingers tracing below his shirt to the waistband of his pants, tugging.

“Hm, do I?” he jeered, and you cursed at how he dragged out your desires while falling further into his mischief from the way he resumed stroking the fever of your skin.

“Yes, you do,” you ground against his erection once more, hoping to spark a reaction. And in the end, you received one in the form of his hands gripping your hips to still your movements. 

“Fuck…” His brows narrowed tightly together from the shift that caused blood to spike through his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, love—what you need,” he finally assured, softly touching your cheek with the back of his hand before planting a peck.

“But first, I want a taste. Hands on the couch,” he ordered in the husky timbre of his voice, and you didn’t disobey, lest he draw out your pleasure toward a nerve-wracking pace your body couldn’t handle anymore. You moved off his lap and crawled to the furthest end to perch yourself against the couch’s arm, knees on the cushions, and bottoms faced toward Shouto.

He awarded your immediate compliance with his hands, dragging themselves down the skin of your back and descending toward the waistband of your shorts. However, to your chagrin, he only pulled off the first layer.

His eyes beheld the color of red while he jerked the clothing down your thighs, now met and widened at the sight of your rose-hued panties. He watched as you slowly turned your head to catch his amorous expression, the man kneeled behind you from the view of your ass emphasized by the flimsy, lace fabric. He admired how you glowed from the candle, and how the moonlight filtered through the windows of the common room, cascaded on the expanse of skin the firelight couldn’t reach, while your body was arched, ready, and willing for his and his eyes only. If you were a goddess, he’d worship you and visit your shrine for the rest of his life. No, scratch that, in Shouto’s eyes, no goddess or deity could ever compare to you.

“God, how is everything about you so perfect…” he breathed out, tone laced in utter affection. Your face blossomed crimson from his praises.

The candle at his side still offered him enough light to see the evident damp spot on the crotch of your panties. When he pulled them down, your slick strung from the lacey material to your lower glistening lips, which made him release a strained groan. You helped him remove the tainted articles of clothing by lifting your knees as he slid them down your legs, letting them pile in a heap on the floor.

“Even your pussy’s pretty…” he spoke the obscene words like they were second nature, but you couldn’t conjure anything in reply except a whimper when he dragged his fingers across your sex. He smeared your wetness on his fingertips, not even offering their full length into your heat.

“F-Fuck… please,” you begged, fidgeting in your spot to usher him to do anything more to stop the ache in your body.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, leaning over you and tossing your hair to the side to smother kisses on the nape of your neck. He then trailed his mouth down your back at an agonizing pace while his fingers continued to toy with your wet cunt using touches that could never climb you to the peak of your high. Soon his lips arrived at your asscheek, melding the smooches against your flesh while he dipped toward his desired destination.

Shouto leveled his gaze to your ass, grasping it firmly in his hands and spreading you open. The scent of your arousal invaded his senses. Your exposure to his intimate eyes made your cunt twitch in front of him, slick gathering and sticking to your thighs.

“Mm, so so pretty...”

However, as much as he wanted to dive right in and drink all your nectar, your cute whimpers drove him to tease you once more, only granting you the sensations of his breath fanned on your dripping sex.

“Baby, what do you want?” You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask. Still, you played along, albeit not nearly as patient as the man behind you.

“Y-Your mouth,” you answered, and you felt the thin smirk on his lips when he kissed your ass one last time.

“A nice answer,” is all he muttered before his tongue finally reached your aching entrance. He licked around you, his hold on your flesh tightened to bare your pussy to his entering appendage. At the feeling of his muscle along your silky walls, your nails started digging into the arm of the green couch, voice singing out unhinged.

“Careful, love, everyone’s still sleeping. We wouldn’t want them to hear now, would we?” he warned when he detached from your sex, yet was quick to dive in again. Clasping your hand over your mouth to mute the airy noises emitting from your lips, you remembered where you were—in an open and publicly used space. It especially became very apparent when the squelch of his mouth against you reverberated in the vast, empty area due to Shouto becoming a man unshackled by his passionate desires for the woman he loved. The last thing you wanted was for the boys on the second floor to wake up. Or worse, accidentally alert Mr. Aizawa.

As Shouto continued tasting your cunt, the heat coursing through your body was slowly boiling and longing to burst, your mewls edging to heavy moans past your hand. When your pussy started grappling around his tongue, he realized you inched closer and closer to release.

“Are you going to cum for me? Soak my tongue with everything you got?”

You hissed a squeal of a yes, along with a speedy succession of nods that was enough of a response for Shouto to help you reach your high. His motions transcended faster, and he added to the revelry by inserting a long finger into you, easily touching the particular spongy area inside that made you quiver. The overflowing sensations hollowed the sounds in your throat to mere hoarse throes of pleasure. His bind on your flesh grew firmer, like his feast on your cunt was the ambrosia he needed to revitalize his body. 

“Ah, f-fuck Shouto, I’m— I’m—”

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my face.”

The weighty lust in his words was the last fuel you needed to attain your peak. At last, your sex clenched across Shouto’s tongue, covering his mouth in your juices as your screams were suppressed against the couch arm you buried your face into, knowing your hand was too weak of a barrier to contain your loud, wanton cries. With you soon becoming limp due to the mind-blowing orgasm that coursed your body, you braced yourself on the couch’s arm. Turning your head, you observed the glistened sheen covering the lower half of Shouto’s face that he earnestly licked and then rubbed against his forearm. The heady sight resulted in your body growing hot and bothered all over again.

“Mm, you taste so delicious, love,” he told you before he eased forward across your form and captured your mouth for another searing kiss that allowed you to taste your flavor on his tongue. Shouto’s arms readily wove around your naked body, positioning you to lay comfortably flat beneath him on the couch while never leaving the fervid lip-lock. You hung an arm over his back, and a hand settled into his hair.

“Ah.. wait,” you managed to voice between the wistful union of your tongues, letting Shouto lean his forehead against yours to peer into your eyes.

“What is it?”

“You’ve been doing all the work tonight. The least I should do to repay you is give you some pleasure, right?” you said, attempting to reach lower toward the bulge keen on his sweats. Yet Shouto halted you with a quick hand on your wrist.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I want to use this night to appreciate and love you,” he stated, bringing your hand to his lips as his gaze never moved from yours. “And besides, we can do that next time.”

Next time? You wordlessly repeated the phrase, mind trying to fathom what this passionate night would spark in the aftermath for you two.

Even with everything ahead of him, he still desired to be with you—to love and cherish you. Now that you’ve both admitted to the feelings concealed within yourselves for so long, there wasn’t any way Shouto could just let you go. One way or another, he’d carve another path down his odyssey where you two would walk together, and he could forever bask in your light.

But for now, he needed to tend to you and satiate his lust that has thoroughly built up throughout the heaty progression of the night, his cock painfully taut in the bounds of his clothing. At last, he granted his body the small bit of freedom it craved by removing his shirt and sweatpants, leaving his skin bare to the air like yours. Raking your eyes over his form scrupulously, you bit into your lower lip at the expanse of firm muscle lining every inch of his frame. The light beside you seemed only to enhance every marbled crest delved across his features. Those three years of fierce hero training committed wonders on his body, and you were eager to put your hands all over him.

However, your mind was blanketed into a haze when he pulled down his briefs—soiled by a blotch of his precum—allotting you with an unhindered view of his cock standing to attention. Shouto lowly chuckled, noticing the speechless expression taking over your face. His hand wholly stroked his stout manhood.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Your response is reduced to a quick nod, still dumbstruck by the length of his dick and generous girth when knowing he was soon to be inside you in mere moments. Shouto took his position in front of you again. He spread you out with as much room as the green couch of the common room could offer you two. You kept resonating out whimpers from your lips, and he reveled in those sounds while preparing to align himself to your entrance, his eyes fogged with unrivaled yearning for you. To say he’s dreamt of this day—where you’re hot, needy, and naked in the wake of his lustful desires—would be an understatement. No kind of imagination could beat the real thing, with the genuine noises you produced and the way your slick felt against the head of cock as he slowly pushed himself forward. Watching each inch of his dick gradually slide inside and experiencing the tightness of him and his love coming together did many things to him. The sensation was beyond incredible.

“Mm! Fuck!” you cried out in a whisper of a yell, immediately anchoring yourself by wrapping your arms around him when he lowered his upper-body to you. The stretch of his girth induced a pleasurable burn in your stomach that threatened to seize your entire being. 

“Argh… Love, I’m right here— Fuck, you’re so tight—” he cursed at your warmth firmly enveloping his cock, struggling not to let the heat of the moment devour his reasoning and just plow away at your body. No, he needed to go slow and not hurt you, let you adjust to his size. Thankfully the wetness simulated when he ate you out aided the process, and soon his entire length was sheathed inside you.

You laid there trembling over the deep sensation, but the pain managed to diffuse quickly. “I-It’s OK… I’m alright now,” you murmured to him, the circles he rubbed into your skin soothing a bit of the tension harrowed in your body. You tilted your head so your lips were sheer centimeters from his ear, whispering out in a soft, heady tone that was breaking his rationale.

“Please fuck me.”

That was all he needed to begin his hard succession of thrusts. His cock felt along all the crevices of your walls. He grunted out praises and affections for you in between each drive into your core. Fuck, every part of you was like heaven and he wanted—no—needed to indulge in all you could give him. You struggled to find your words, voice hoarse and diminished to frail moans that he heard every trace of from the proximity between you, practically instilling the harmonies into his mind.

“I love you, Y/n, fuck I love you so much.” His bewitching utterances spilled from his lips without a second thought for all he’s thinking about is you.

“You were always the light that— ah— guided me... Always the one I could come to…” His thrusts continued relentlessly even as he bent toward your neck to meld his mouth on it for a second. “You were always the one, Y/n. It was always you.”

At all his love rained down upon you, your grip on his body grew tighter while you attempted to muster out some coherent words, despite each deep impulse of his cock making you envision stars.

“Mm, ah, l-love you too— Mmph—” You cut off with a scream that was luckily muted by Shouto joining his mouth to yours the moment he reached your pleasurable spongy area again. He continued his onslaught in that spot, knowing it was the erogenous zone in your body that made you writhe and shriek for him. White began to shroud your sight every time he pounded there. It wouldn’t be long until the simmer you built to a boil would be ready to burst again, your pussy starting to clench around his length desperately.

“Shouto, I’m gonna c-cum..!”

“Fuck, me too,” he replied to your frantic pleas and savored the sting of your nails raked down his back, tightening his hold on your spread legs. “Together, baby. Cum with me.”

With you both teetered toward the edge of release, he began pistoning his hips forward at an unbridled pace, the smack of your skins echoing so vividly in the space. Spit gathered in the back of your throat as Shouto did his very best to snatch every mewl and moan resounding from your lips. The noises vibrated across his tongue while he groaned back, thrusting forward in each succession. Eventually, the final scream tore from your throat, ripping into his mouth. Your body convulsed in a fit of overwhelming pleasure across every nerve and your intense orgasm was the catalyst he needed to cum.

In a single deep, quick thrust following your peak, his climax surged through him, and he came undone. A low grunt reverberated in him as he buried himself in you and coated your walls in hot spurts of white, the lip-lock remaining fervent throughout his orgasm and his hand seeking yours at the last minute to twine together in love and passion.

Through the whirlwind of your fucking, the candle on the coffee table eventually blew itself out while you both came down from your highs with ragged breaths and sweaty bodies. Shouto lovingly kissed your temple, caressing down your sides in calming motions. You returned the gesture by pecking his chest and rubbing the muscles of his broad back. The two of you simply laid there, tangled together, basked in the glow from the intensity, with nothing but the glimmering moonlight descending your naked bodies.

“Mm, Shouto?” your voice is only a hushed murmur in the tranquil atmosphere.

“What is it, love?” His caring touch did not cease when he whispered a question back, eyes pinpointing your own despite the darkness.

“As much as I just want to lay here and cuddle with you, we can’t stay here mister,” you admonished, thankful that you recalled where you were before you ended up drifting off into sleep on this couch. It would be an absolute nightmare had you awoke the next morning from the screams of your classmates at the sight of you both naked.

He let out a deep chuckle, likely conjuring the same thought as you though not acting nearly as frantic as he should be. He lifted his upper body off the cushions. “Shall we go to my room then?”

You nodded. At that you both gathered your clothes that were thrown carelessly in heaps on the floor and got dressed. You made sure no suspicious traces of you remained, then silently took to the elevators to ascend to the fifth floor.

It’s in the confines of Shouto’s room that you reunited your bodies again underneath the comfortable blankets of his futon. His left side provided just the right amount of warmth to lull your nerves. You relished in his particular musky scent with him so close and being surrounded by all his familiarities, cuddling into him.

Perceiving the rhythm of your even breaths against him imbued Shouto with a sense of peace. He couldn’t help but pull you toward him to softly kiss your forehead. At the tickling sensation, you giggled and exchanged a delicate kiss of your own on his jawline. For a brief period of time, that calming silence you two were far too familiar with enveloped the mood as you wordlessly traded placid touches across each other’s arms and backs. Ultimately, the quiet is interrupted when you speak up.

“Are you.. still scared about the future?” You brought back the query that set off the steamy chain of events. Shouto didn’t speak for a moment, inhaling a breath until you indicated his resolution through his hold on you growing stronger.

“No. No, I’m not scared,” he told you, continuing without a single hint of uncertainty in his voice, “Because even when we move onto the future, we’ll find each other again. You’re my light, Y/n, and I’ll always come back to you.”

At his conviction, you finally let the weight of those harrowing notions lift themselves from your body that night, letting you sleep soundlessly in the arms of the man you loved.