pat's face is the best


givin’ ‘em the ol’ razzle dazzle 

Bts react to you being sick

Yes this is my personal imagine, as i have explained here im starting off with it because ive been sick for fifteen hundread years and i just wanna be taken care off, lollolol,so here’s my debut i guess. i hope it offers you a scope of my writing and how i would portray each member please tell me if you like it, or if you have any comments (IT WOULD MEAM THE WORLD TO ME) and hit me up for more Requestsss im readyyy!! Thanks in advance for all the support, i am literally s excited to wriTE IT ALLLLL

  • Seokjin

Low-key freak out, does a bad job of hiding it, starts  nervously Pickering with you instead. ‘I TOLD you to take a jacket!’ *huffs* Tries not to hover, but cant help it, starts on that chicken broth IMMINENTLY, has to feed you himself. Scary mama bear. Loses his shit whenever one of the guys teases you, ‘Jungkook if you don’t put her down this instant…’*glare* although he himself cant stop the teasing ‘You just want a kiss to make you feel better, don’t you? *smooches you as you laugh and try to push him away* ‘I am sick, you dork!’

Originally posted by bwiseoks

  • Rapmon:

Monie wouldn’t really know what to d He’d pull you against his chest while simultaneously reaching for his phone. “Do you have a fever? are you feeling dizzy?” Instantly cancels all daily activities to be with you. Insist on dragging you along when you refuse to go so you won’t get in the way. Wouldn’t stop trying to self-diagnose you. Unsatisfied when you tell him you just need some rest. “just get in the car babe, for me? i know a really good doctor close by” keeps your hand his at all times.

Originally posted by shin-heerin

  • Suga:

Being the most observant member, he would probably notice that you are tired before you do. Instantly picking-up on your depleted energy levels. "Are you feeling okay baby?” He’d ask while running a palm along your side. You’d sigh, realizing that you are leaning at little heavily on him, you borrow closer into his warmth. That would be all he needed to see before he pulls you to a couch and runs for some Aspirin. He’d keep-up a quiet light discussion to intimately keep tabs on you without making a big deal out of it. Keeps a hand on your hip, a few fingers just under the hem of your shirt to measure your body temp. Takes you to a pharmacy before you even realize where you’re going, insists you at least drape his jacket on your solders when the cold air hits you, cuts off any protests with a kiss. 

Originally posted by nnochu

  • JHope:

Hobi would f r e a k out. He would baby you with everything. Asks Jin hyung what to do, unconsciously gets super quiet and sulky without realizing it, chin on your shoulder. Scandalized once you call him out snaps instantly out of it, jumping up and exploding into a silly dance to make you feel better, not stopping until you crack a smile. *100 watt smile on*  He would calm down at the sound of your laughter, keeping up a light overly dramatic attitude acting like a kid until you’re clutching your sides from laughing. Gets super clingy and touchy, starts off any conversation with ‘Y/N is sick, BTW’. Won’t stop no matter how embarrassed you get. Pats your back as you hide your face in his shirt.‘Laughter is the best medicine after all’. *Nodes *

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

  • Jimin:

Next to Suga, this mochi will be the most aware of it and definitely the most attentive. He won’t be softer than usual because he’s Park Jimin and it doesn’t get softer than that. He’d know how to take good care of you, being the caretaker of Bangtan, it comes naturally to him. I also feel like he’d be the one of the most mature about it, Calmly tucking you to bed and putting the kettle on. He’d keep an overall serene and healing air, that would calm you down like palms on a burn. Already big on PDA this sneaky fluff ball would abuse the situation to the extreme, caging you in his arms and clinging to your waist. He’d let you pat him and spoon him more willingly though, knowing that it makes you feel better. Shamelessly nuzzling up to your chest and neck, leaving sloppy kisses as you giggle ‘Sweetheart, you smell just so good!’ 

Originally posted by nnochu

  • Taehyung:

Tae would be a lost puppy i’m afraid. He is very sensitive though, so i feel like he might mistake your sudden calm for distance. Consequently getting hurt. He’d try to get a read on you discreetly, reaching for stuff around you or stretching to test whether you flinch or pull away. He would keep dancing around it, pulling on your shirtsleeve, gaze unable to meet yours , until he can’t stand it and has to know. ‘What’s wrong?’ he’d ask roughly, voice dropping. once you throw your arms around him though, he would instantly know, despite your muffled "nothing". Melting into your touch, he’d wrap your thighs around, as he heads for the bathroom. ‘Let’s find a thermometer yeah?’ Get ready to be showered with affection once everything settles down tho.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae

Originally posted by bwipsul

  • Jungkook:

Jungkook would unconsciously pick up on it, offering his physical support more than often but it might take him a bit to realize. Being one to value personal space. He’d chalk up your quietness to something mundane, and try not to get in your way instead. It wouldn’t really hit him, until later in the day when you wont’t finish your food and stay silent through dinner discussions, thinking back to how out of it you seemed the entire day, his worry takes root. He would stew in silent turmoil, stamping out his uneasiness as best he could. He’d think carefully about what to do, opting out of teasing you. He’d gently rub your thigh, knowingly. You’d hold out as long you could before giving in and slumping down against him, with a heavy sigh. He ducks down catching your eyes before you think to look away. Understanding glints in his , and your sigh turns into a groan. You could never keep anything from those doe eyes. He leans in pressing his lips to ur forehead and a twin pair of callused palms descend on your neck and upper arms eliciting a myriad of emotions, not stopping until you’re halfway sat on his lap. He run his fingers at the nape of ur neck “Is your throat acting up again? Im pretty sure we still have some medicine left from last time”. Mmmm is all you can muster in an effort not to moan under his heavenly menstruation. 

Originally posted by jkguks

You’re body’s so loosed up that you barely register the effortless lift, his arms and he’s suddenly skipping from room to room, asking the hyungs and collecting things. ‘Remember what was it called? Something that sounds like a Pokemon?’ Finally at he end of the impromptu treasure hunt, he’d sit you in his lap, back to his chest, as you two sort out the mess his haul. Where did a fully functional hot water bag come from? And why does it feel so good against the back of your neck. After a bit of experimentation. And Jk’s protective instinct you would end up more burrito than human, sort of cocoon filled with all manners comforting gadgets with kookie holding it together. Cuddles Cuddles Cuddlesssssss

Originally posted by taesscripts

lmao sorry i couldnt wit the laundry mountain on the last one

Home, Part Three

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst 

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10    Part 11  Part 12 Epilogue

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DIY Face Masks: Part 2.

♡ Benefits: Acne healer, pore cleaner, blackhead remover, and it has a natural exfoliant effect.
- ¼ cup of strawberries
- ¼ cup of sour cream or plain yogurt
Directions: Mash together the cup of strawberries with the cup of sour cream or plain yogurt. Apply, leave on for 10 to 15 minutes. Rinse with warm water.

♡ Benefits: Moisturizing, glowing effect and natural skin healing.
- 1 ripe banana
- 1 tablespoon of honey
- A couple of drops or orange or lemon juice.
Directions: Mix the ripe banana with the tbsp. of honey, then add a couple drops of orange or lemon juice (from the fruits themselves, not store bought fruit juices). Mix together then apply and leave on for about 15 minutes, then rinse with cold water.

♡ Benefits: Moisturizing, perfect for dry skin.
- ½ a very ripe avocado
- 2 tablespoons honey
- ½ teaspoon coconut oil
Directions: Mash or puree the avocado until it’s smooth and creamy, and then blend in the rest of the ingredients. Apply to your face, avoiding your eyes, and leave it on for 10-15 minutes. Wipe your skin clean with a damp, warm cloth, or rinse your face with warm water in the shower.

♡ Benefits: Natural exfoliate affect, acne treatment, perfect for rough, acne prone skin.
- 1/3 cup instant oatmeal
- ½ cup hot water
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 1-2 tablespoons plain, unsweetened yogurt
Directions: Add the water to your oatmeal and stir for a few minutes until it’s plumped up nicely. Add the honey and yogurt, and put through a blender to smooth and combine it really well. Slather this all over your face, leave on for 10 minutes or so, and then wash with warm water. Pat dry.

~ This mask can also be used on eczema patches on other parts of your body, such as inner arms, the backs of your knees, your neck, etc. for areas other than your face, you can leave the treatment on for a bit longer before washing it off.

♡ Benefits: Detoxifying, De-puffing and helps with anti aging.
- 2 tablespoons freshly ground coffee
- 2 tablespoons pure cocoa powder
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 3 tablespoons yogurt or sour cream
Directions: Blend all of the ingredients together, spread evenly over skin, and allow it to sit for about 10 minutes. When you rinse it off, massage your face gently to exfoliate as well. If there’s any mask left over after you wash your face with it, add a bit of water to it and use it as a scrub for the backs of your arms and any other body part that could do with some smoothing.

♡ Benefits: Perfect for oily, acne prone skin, brightens complexion.
- ¼ cup mashed strawberries
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 1 tablespoon yogurt
- 1 tablespoon honey
Directions: Mash all of the ingredients together, but do not puree in a blender: you want this to be spreadable, not a liquid. Apply evenly all over your face and let sit 8-10 minutes. Wipe off with a warm, damp facecloth and then rinse with cool water. Pat dry.

♡ Benefits: Redness, rosacea problems.
-1.5 tablespoons dry instant oatmeal
- 2 tablespoons plain, unsweetened yogurt
- 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
- 1 teaspoon honey
- strong-brewed green tea
Directions: Blend the first 4 ingredients in a bowl, and add 3 tablespoons hot, strong green tea to the mixture. Stir regularly for a few minutes, adding tea as needed until you’ve created a thick paste. Apply it to your face and let sit for 10-15 minutes, then wipe clean gently with a damp cloth. Rinse with cool-to-warm water, but do not use soap, and pat dry gently. Repeat twice a week for best results.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare


Adrien is actively studying Chinese… Just imagine all the precious moments between him and Sabine…! AUGHHHH 好痛啊哈哈哈哈哈haha 

“Mom, what do you think?”

“Adrien… It’s so beautiful… Please take good care of her.”

“I will.”

EXTRA: “Mom, thank you so, so much.”

after a lot of goofing around i finally got the screen cap i wanted

some bonus screen caps 

he really oes make the best faces haha

i hope no one pats you on the back  ever when you are making faces like that marineete

that is some MASTERFULLY flippy hair ok?? so flippy. 

anyway probs the most USEFUL screencap of Chat Noir ever….

you can see the details for EVERYTHING. what a useful drawing reference. so useful. 

THE BEST MAGIC [Super Best Friends Play Dark Souls 3 (Part 16)]
  • Pat: [about Witchtree Branch] That's probably a super dope weapon if you're running a sorcery build.
  • Matt: Like we are.
  • Pat: Yeah.
  • Matt: Right?
  • Pat: Yeah.
  • Matt: Okay.
  • Pat: I'm using the ultimate sorcery that is: stabbing.
  • Matt: Yeah! It's always better.
  • Pat: “I'm a physical adept? I use the spell of...”
  • Matt: I use the magic of my neurons telling my muscles to stab the shit out of your face.
There You Are (Part Three)

This is a college AU. Instead of the professor/student relationship, how about a student/student one? Reader x Dean, with some familiar characters thrown in. This will be angsty at times, sad at times, maybe definitely smutty. ;)  Title borrowed from a Martina McBride song. As always feedback is more than appreciated. ;)

Part 3 will give you a tiny insight into the reader’s background. The italicized part is a flashback.

Tags: @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl and @spnfanficpond

SUMMARY: You’re getting ready for a meal with Jo’s family.
WARNING: Moment of verbal abuse

Part One 
Part Two

You let out a sigh as you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a fluffy pink towel. You combed out your hair as gently as you could, because you’d always had a tender scalp.

“Oh, you’re crying again? From getting your hair brushed? How pathetic. Grow up.”

You dropped the comb, grabbing onto the sink and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath, in through your nose, holding it as long as you could, slowly blowing it out of your mouth. You did that three more times, focusing on the pattern of your breathing. With the last exhale, you lifted your head and looked at your reflection in the mirror.

You decided to leave your hair alone, because it would air-dry into perfect “beachy” waves. That was one thing that you loved about yourself: your hair game was flawless.

You laughed as you reached over and grabbed your toothbrush from your little bag, layering toothpaste on and wetting the brush. You brushed your teeth and smiled as you thought about your roommate-turned-best friend, how much you’d missed her. But Jo had been so homesick, and you had been so not.

So, you spent your summer taking bullshit classes to boost your already-high GPA. And you found a really nice job at a restaurant just off-campus that kept you living comfortably. Well… As comfortably as a college student could be.

You spat in the sink and washed your mouth out, then rubbed moisturizer onto your face. You closed your eyes as you rubbed the lotion into your forehead, and when you opened your eyes again, you jumped, hands reaching out to grab onto the sink again.

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The Demon Within

Summary: Sam reluctantly asks the reader to help him cure Dean and while they are helping out, Demon Dean begins to taunt them about their true feelings for him. 

Characters: Demon Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive

Content: Drama/T-rated Suggestion 

Word Count: 1265

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

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The Cat Goes... Meow? - chapter 5

Title: The C(h)at Goes… Meow? - chapter 5

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): Marichat/ Adrinette/ Ladynoir

Summary: He shakily looked down in growing horror expecting to see gloved hands only to find adorable cat paws?!

notes: In which Adrien realizes that keeping the charade up for so long purrhaps wasn’t such a good idea.   

chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 , 8 (complete)

read on ao3 or read on ffn 


Adrien raised a looming paw.

“Kitty no.”

The tension was palpable as Adrien’s eyes remained locked with Marinette’s, both refusing to avert their gaze and back down. She was the first to give, her hard stare flickering uncertainly in the hope of mercy, but it was all for naught. In one firm motion, he swatted his paw in a large and powerful sweep, promptly sending the blue ball of yarn flying across the room.

Marinette slumped and flung her arms in the air, throwing what little she had completed of the mittens down. “That’s the fifth time already!” She groaned loudly, shooting him a nasty glare. Adrien turned away. He stubbornly refused to acknowledge her less he start regretting his petty actions, the inevitable guilt fighting to come out. Yet, he only squashed it down and continued to pout as she pushed back her chair in defeat to once again retrieve her ball of yarn.

He’d been delighted to find Marinette in her room that late morning when he’d come scratching at her window. It had been so early that she hadn’t even left it open for him. When he peered inside he was pleasantly surprised to find her already bent over her work as she knit his gift, hands skillfully twisting and pulling on yarn. Adrien had leapt back with a yelp when Tikki suddenly flew up into his face,  giggling, as she was the first to notice him. Plagg had had to press himself flat against his back so she wouldn’t see him while she unlocked the hatch.

After that mini-heart attack, Adrien figured some of her luck must have been rubbing off on him because she didn’t even bat an eye or give any hint that she suspected anything wrong and merely floated back down to Marinette, allowing Adrien to sneak down in a way that kept Plagg hidden out of sight until he made it to the box. As before, Plagg didn’t say a word though he could feel his kwami shaking against him all the while with stifled laughter. At least Plagg seemed entertained by all this, Adrien thought dryly. It was out of the ordinary that he was humoring him so much, but he wasn’t about to make a comment about it. If he hadn’t been getting his own little kick out of this, there was no way Plagg would be so indulging.  

It had been a slight gamble to come this early because it was the weekend and he hadn’t known for sure what she’d be doing but if the way she was hunched over her work was any indication, she didn’t seem to be planning to go anywhere. His heart had swelled happily. Like this, he could spend the whole day with her.

At least that’s what he’d initially thought. He’d spent a good fifteen minutes sitting patiently in front of her, unable to control his tail which flickered back and forth in eager anticipation of her petting, but when she continued to focus on her project, only glancing up briefly every once in a while to check her design, it quickly became apparent that her focus was entirely on making the gloves. And since her focus was on the gloves, that meant one crucial thing as far as he was concerned. That it wasn’t on him.

It had been like that for hours now and he couldn’t take it anymore! Feeling dejected at first, he’d half-heartedly allowed Tikki to entertain him with some of his-no, the toys, which distracted him for a while (he swore that it was only to humor her, only that! ) but eventually the novelty had worn off and he was aching for pets.

Obviously, if he was in his right mind and not feeling just a little attention starved, he’d realize what exactly he was doing, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He had tried begging for attention in all ways civilly possible like meowing insistently at her to look at him, pawing her leg to the point where he was clinging so hard she had to shake him off, and then even going so far as to sit straight in her lap so she would at least look at him. But she was adamant about her work and expertly ignored him, barely reacting except for the occasional pat which were half-hearted at best.

Planting himself face down while mewing incoherently, Adrien was momentarily staggered as he was struck with just how well this situation could fit Chat Noir and Ladybug. It was laughable. Though at the same time not, he thought and looked up to stare at her with slit eyes.  

If anything, it was something he had learned about her: when Marinette committed, she became absorbed. The fact that it came at his expense to the point where he felt invisible just wouldn’t do though.

By that point he was so deprived of her affection that he may or may not have finally snapped and accidentally” knocked  all the supplies off her desk with his tail. She’d just chuckled with a small sigh and shake of her head, but when she had been forced to put down her supplies and finally pet him properly it was almost pitiful how quickly he melted in bliss.

Heaven…the stray thought floated up against his will and he’d flushed hotly except for moments later when she promptly drew away and returned to her task. Adrien blinked at her, mouth agape, as the pleasurable tingling that had barely had time to settle vanished immediately and was replaced with a very unsatisfied itch.  

Alright then. She wanted to play hard to get? Challenge accepted.

Thus he’d made it his mission to continue bugging the hell out of her.

Ha, bugging. He’d have to save that one for later…

“At this rate, I’m not going to be able to finish them by the end of the weekend and then it might not make sense to give it to him anymore.” Marinette moped, setting the ball of yarn on her other side in a futile effort to keep it away from.  Tikki who had been watching the spectacle from the sidelines only giggled.

“Maybe this is a good time to take a little break? Plus, I’m a little hungry and I think he’s bored.” Tikki chirped, smiling in amusement. “You should know by now how needy cats are. You’ve been paying attention to that ball of yarn instead of him this whole time. I bet he’s just jealous!”

Needy? Jealous? That was ridiculous! He couldn’t be jealous, which he definitely wasn’t, as that just didn’t make sense since that would mean he was jealous because he wasn’t getting attention over… himself. Sort of. Jealous, yeah right. It just wasn’t fair was all! He paused, taking a moment to sort it in his head. The bottom line was that he wasn’t getting attention because Marinette was so focused on making a gift for him though he was right there.

Okay, maybe he was a little jealous… or a lot.  

How the hell had he gotten into this position? He thought sourly, glaring at the ball of yarn vehemently.

“I guess you’re right, but let me finish this bit at least.” Was what she said, shooting a wary glance in his direction, but as soon as Marinette made a few more stitches he could already tell she was being sucked right back in.  If she didn’t put it down now, this would keep going on for the rest of the day!

In one final effort to get her to stop, Adrien shoved her notebook right off the edge.

He couldn’t suppress the purr of triumph as Marinette, who didn’t even bother glaring at him this time, just let out a big sigh of defeat. “OK, ok! Fine. He wins.”

Tikki flew over to perch on his head, clicking her tongue even as a tiny grin tugged at her face in amusement. “Can you bring some cookies up Marinette?”

“Sure thing Tikki. I’m sorry for not feeding you. Maybe that’s why he’s so restless too. You’re probably just hungry huh kitty?” When Marinette graced him with the first proper smile she’d given him that day and he was warmed down to his toes, it suddenly hit him all at once how deep he was getting himself.

Too deep, he muttered weakly as he settled down. Damn, he was so, so screwed. In all ways. He just hoped that when she finally found out, she’d grace him with a swift death.

Marinette put down her needles and bent over to grab the fallen book. It had flipped open on its front and Adrien started to feel bad about pushing it over. He knew how much she drew in it and here he was just knocking it down to be annoying. But when she put it back on the desk, he was sucked out of the dreamy spell her smile had cast over him and froze stiff as if he’d been plunged into a bucket of icy water. He stared at the picture it had opened to.  

It was a drawing of a scarf. A very familiar looking scarf.  

His heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed with an iron grip.

Unaware, she didn’t even pause before flipping the book closed, shutting the picture away, but those few seconds had already done their damage. The image was burned into his mind and he was flooded with confusion. There was no mistake. That had been his scarf. It was identical, even shaded the exact color. The one that his father had supposedly given. But from what he’d just seen…

Adrien concentrated hard, thinking back to that day. Hadn’t Marinette tried talking to him? She’d been holding a blue box too, hadn’t she… the very same one he’d found his scarf in.

He bolted up as it really sank in, pulling down his happy mood with it. His stomach, which had been fluttering lightly turned into an uncomfortable churning.  He needed to get Plagg. It was time to go. All he wanted to do was crawl under his covers and be alone and think.  

As this was going on in his head, Adrien wasn’t aware of Marinette returning with a plate of goods for him and Tikki which she happily flew down to collect. So he almost scratched her on accident when he found himself being pulled into her lap.

“Hey now.” She frowned, petting him gently. He instantly stilled, wide-eyed, and didn’t move again.

Several minutes ago this had been the only thing he wanted from her today but now he only felt like he was burning beneath her touch. He could only hope she couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating.

“Hey Tikki, do you think maybe I should try to take Adrien something from the bakery? That’d be a good excuse to go see him, right?” Marinette said out loud.  

Adrien and his heart jolted simultaneously. No! That was a terrible idea! He was fully prepared to go ballistic to keep her from trying to leave, but fortunately Tikki saved the situation for him instead.  

“Maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea Marinette.” Tikki said. “What would you say to him? Hey Adrien, blah, uh, ah-” She continued to poorly imitate her stuttering until Marinette poked her gently.

“Hey! I’m not that bad…” Marinette protested but trailed off. She rested her head on her hands, elbows propped on the desk, and sighed. “Okay, maybe you’re right, I am that bad. But I just can’t help it. I just get all tongue tied, but what’s a girl in love supposed to do?”

In love.

The words rattled around Adrien’s head like a ping pong ball.

In love.

“What do I do Tikki? If only I could get out a couple of words and talk like a normal person…” Marinette pressed the space bar on her keyboard, sighing dreamily when her desktop popped up. Then she glared at it.

She hugged him tightly to her chest. “Curse those beautiful eyes and that perfect hair and, and that heart melting smile!” Adrien tried not reacting to that, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. She thinks I have beautiful eyes… This was too much for his poor heart. Did she want it to explode? “It’s not my fault that he leaves me stuttering like an idiot. Besides, all I really want is to one day maybe be able to be proper friends with him.”

A small lump settled in his throat. Did she not think that they were friends? It was almost funny. Until two days ago, he hadn’t even realized that they were actually the best of friends, of course as Ladybug and Chat Noir. Everything was so flipped.

“Geez Marinette, you would think that you only like him for his looks!” Tikki joked. Adrien’s ears drooped. As much as it hurt, Tikki wasn’t breaking new ground. This wouldn’t be the first time a person had fawned over him like this. Could it be that this whole ‘crush’ Marinette had on him was really just based on the fact that he was a model?

He had hoped so badly…

“You know that’s not true Tikki!” He felt Marinette’s grip tighten around him, an earnest look shining in her eyes. She actually seemed slightly offended. “I just… he’s so sweet and kind. But I feel like there’s something about him that’s… a little lonely too. I don’t know him that well, I admit, but I want to get to know him more. I want to be someone who can be there for him. Someone that he can rely on and trust.”

A pink blush dusted her cheeks. “Like with his scarf. Of course I wanted him to know I had made it for him, but it made him so happy when he thought it was from his dad. I was sad, but I’d do anything if I could create that feeling for him again. Knowing that it was my gift that had made him smile like that… well, it made me happy too and for the moment, it’s enough. And maybe one day… I’ll be able to make him smile like that on my own. That’s the dream anyway.”

Tikki rested a gentle paw on her cheek. “Oh Marinette. Don’t worry, he’ll see who you really are one day. You’re Ladybug! You can do anything you set your mind to!”

Marinette wilted, absently carding her fingers through his fur. “Sometimes I don’t feel like Ladybug. When I’m her, I feel like I can be brave and do anything, but then when I’m not it’s like reality comes back and I remember who I really am. Marinette, the clumsy awkward girl. ” She paused. “Tikki, I love being Ladybug. I really do. But being her… it’s never been about the person behind the mask. It’s about the mask itself. She’s always been a symbol: one of hope and peace, a pillar of strength for people. Ladybug is all that, and I’m proud and honored to be able to play that role but peel back all the glory and there’s only… me.”

“Marinette…” Tikki’s big eyes gazed sadly at her charge.

Adrien had remained quiet in her arms, but he rubbed his head gently against her stomach as he was unable to offer anything else. Because everything she was saying wasn’t true at all.

Marinette shook her head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so down. You know I’ve just been worried with everything going on.”

“I know. But you know none of that’s true Marinette.” Tikki said and spread her arms to cup her face in a tiny hug.

“Thanks Tikki.” She leaned over to give the little kwami a peck on her head. Marinette took a deep breath, then smiled down at Adrien in her arms. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you either, little man.”

She kissed him gently on the nose.

Adrien’s heart stopped, but Marinette just looked up as if she hadn’t just made him explode inside. “Alright, I should get back to work now. These aren’t going to knit themselves you know. It’d be good to get more done before we go out again too.”

“You just have to remember to sign your name this time.” Tikki said lightly, plopping again onto his head, but there was an uneasiness to her voice that only Adrien caught. But she didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t interrupt her much after that, choosing to quietly watch her while snuggling with Tikki who patted him in Marinette’s absence instead. He stayed right up to the point where Ladybug leapt out the window thought it wasn’t even quite dark yet. She had been anxious to go as soon as possible.

Plagg floated out of the box once she was gone. He was surprisingly quiet instead of complaining like Adrien had been expecting him too. Mostly lost in thought, they went home in an uncommon silence. Plagg didn’t even berate him that harshly about his cheese, even going so far as to say please when he asked for some.

They were already tucked in for the night when Adrien finally spoke. Hey Plagg… how much did you listen today?

Plagg who had already been comfortably curled beside Adrien glanced over at him. “I heard some things. I mostly took naps.”

Hmm. Adrien hummed thoughtfully until he finally blurted out his thoughts.

Plagg, do you have someone you love?

His kwami raised an eyebrow, whisker twitching. “What?”

Adrien felt the tips of his ears grow a little warm, but he went on. I mean, is there anyone special to you? You can’t always have been alone. Being Chat Noir seems like a full time job… doesn’t it get a little lonely?

“Are you kidding? I don’t have time to get lonely when I’m looking after boneheads like you.”

Adrien frowned. I’m being serious here. With a dejected sigh, he flopped around. Never mind. I guess your head really is filled with nothing but cheese.

Plagg sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Look, I love cheese, but I’m not heartless.” He finally conceded. “I do. Have someone, that is.”

Adrien was wide awake now. Really? It would be another kwami right? His eyes widened as something occurred to him, thinking of the only other kwami he knew. Wait, is it Tikki? Are you two together?

Plagg smirked, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “What’s with humans and always having to know everything? Look, Tikki and I… we’re beyond any of those labels of yours.”

What do you mean? Adrien proceeded cautiously. He’d never asked Plagg about his life, never wanting to intrude or pry because every time he would usually just evade his questions and chatter away about cheese instead, but he couldn’t quell his curiosity now that Plagg was actually sharing. I’m sorry Plagg. I didn’t realize… and I’ve been asking you to hide yourself from her. You should’ve told me sooner. Don’t you miss her?

“Of course I miss her.” Plagg said quietly. “But Tikki and I, we’re halves of a whole. Though we may not see each other directly all the time, even for decades or longer sometimes, we always find each other. So really, it’s like I’m with her all the time.” A tiny, rare smile crossed his face. “We’ll always be together… as long as there is Chat Noir and Ladybug.”

I never realized you were such a romantic Plagg. Adrien chuckled though he was touched by the admission.

“Psh. Besides, it’s not like it’ll be much longer till I properly see her anyways.” Plagg cackled, promptly shutting him up

The next morning, Adrien was drawn out of sleep by the smell of freshly baked bread. He wasn’t surprised when he realized that Plagg was the source as he happily indulged himself with a cheese danish. But when he recognized the unmistakable TS bakery logo on the bag set beside him, Adrien darted up to grab it.

There was a little pink sticky note stuck to the front and he noted with a chuckle that it hadn’t been signed, but this time it didn’t need to be. His eyes darted over the tiny message once, twice, and once again, his heart aflutter. All it said was that she’d made him some pastries and that she hoped to see him back at school and healthy on Monday (despite the fact that she would actually be seeing him again in a bit) but it was enough to make his morning. She’d actually gone through the trouble after all, for him…

He set the bag down and moved over to his dresser, pulling out his scarf. He held it gently, curling his fingers into the fabric. Quietly, he pulled it against his face.

She was wrong.

Ladybug may have been a symbol, but there was more to it. It did matter who was behind the mask; if anything, Ladybug wouldn’t- no, couldn’t be who she was supposed to be if it weren’t for Marinette. Beautiful, wonderful, clumsy, strong Marinette.

That, Adrien was sure of.

Ghosting his scarf over his mouth, his face grew warm as he remembered the feel of her lips pressing gently against his face. She was more amazing that she’d ever know.


Plagg sighed beneath him. “Ok Adrien, don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand? We’ve moved up to visiting twice a days now? You’re being creepy.”

Adrien scampered through the dark streets towards the bakery, attempting to sound casual. I’m not being creepy! Marinette seemed really tired and out of it today. I just want to make sure that she’s alright, that’s all. He was worried about her. She had been out of it all day, stifling yawns and unable to keep a frown from her face. She’d spent her time working tensely on the gloves before finally shoving them down, announcing her restlessness. Right after, she’d promptly transformed and left.

It had been early enough for him to actually leave and justify returning. At this time, it was a little early for Ladybug to be finished with her patrol, but since she had left earlier than normal he hoped that she would be back soon. And when she returned, he’d be there to greet her.

But as he rounded the corner onto the quiet street of the bakery, a flash of red slipped through the darkness and caught his eye. She sailed down so smoothly that he might have missed her if he hadn’t known where she was going. She landed on her balcony and vanished, having must have gone inside.

My Lady! He chirped excitedly, ignoring Plagg’s groaning. He skillfully scaled the wall, something he’d gotten quite good at within the past few days, and had reached her balcony within ten minutes just as her light blinked out but when he approached he realized that her window was still open. He frowned.

Curious and a little uneasy, he crept towards the window and peeked inside. Though it was dim, he easily made out the figure of Ladybug curled up on her bed. But more than that, he could see her shoulders shaking and hear the sound of sniffling filling the quiet.

Something was definitely wrong. He leapt down beside her without thinking, oblivious to Plagg who tried pulling him back by his tail, just as her transformation dissolved around her. Tikki burst from her earrings with a pop and her eyes were big and sad. She floated over to curl against Marinette’s cheek. As Adrien approached, his bell jingled around his neck alerting them to his presence.

The two turned to face him and his breath caught as her eyes glistened back at him, lashes damp with tears. With the palm of her hand she wiped them and forced out a breathless chuckle. “Hey kitty, what are you still doing here? Sorry, you haven’t caught me at my best moment.”

Princess…The watery smile she sent him tore his heart to pieces but she couldn’t hold it as several more tears slipped down her cheek. He meowed in concern, slowly approaching to settle beside her face, desperate to know what was wrong.

Tikki patted her affectionately. “It’s okay Marinette. I’m sure he’s okay…” Tikki said quietly. “Until we hear from him, we… we can’t assume anything. You can’t keep pushing yourself like you’ve been doing the last couple of days. You’re exhausted Marinette, you need to relax-”

Marinette shook her head, trembling. “I can’t. I just…” She took a shaky breath as Adrien suddenly understood. “I should’ve known something was wrong the first night he didn’t show up. Chat would never just leave, especially without telling me. And now he’s missing and it’s strange that the akuma has been keeping such a low profile. It can’t be a coincidence. What if he did do something reckless? What if he’s hurt somewhere? What if… and I’ve just been sitting here.” She buried her face in her hands. “I feel so helpless.”

Adrien’s blood had gone chilly, horror dropping like a stone in his stomach.

“No.” Tikki tried saying firmly. “You haven’t just been sitting here and you know it. Something would’ve happened by now if he’d been taken. I’m sure of it.” So she said, but Adrien could see her worried expression in the dark.

What have I done?

He’d been so caught up in his eagerness to spend time with Marinette that he had never even considered his lady’s feelings at all. He’d been so selfish and dumb.

He had never intended to hurt her like this, but never did he think that she’d react like she was either. If anything, he’d have thought that his absence might be a small relief for her since he always seemed to be on the brink of her nerves. But he thought of her smiling at him, at Chat Noir, and now he felt completely ashamed. Of course she would be worried about him. They were a duo, partners… and beyond his flirting and unrequited feelings, there always was their bond with each other regardless and he was an idiot for thinking that she wouldn’t care. He knew that if she ever vanished without a word he wouldn’t rest until he found her either.  

Uncertainly he scooted closer to her and gently nuzzled her face. She blinked up at him in surprise, a stray tear falling from her eyelashes but she lifted a hand to pet him and he purred loudly to try and comfort her.

Suddenly, she reached to cup him close to her and pulled him to her chest, curling against him. In her arms, he flushed; he could feel the beating of her heart. He tried looking up to see her face but stopped when she felt her grip tighten as she buried her face into his fur. Cool drops made it damp.

“That stupid cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Where are you Chat?” She whispered against his head. Adrien could only close his eyes, meowing softly, and only curled closer to her.

He knew he couldn’t stay like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her arms, even when he finally felt her relax her grip around him and her breathing slowed. He’d leave in just a little, he told himself, he just wanted to be here a little longer. Just a little longer…

Tomorrow. I’ll tell her tomorrow for sure. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me Princess…were his last thoughts before nodding off, wrapped in his lady’s warm embrace.

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Poison and Wine: A Sherlock x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 9: Sweet Dreams

“Chivalry is not dead, John.” Sherlock allowed the lie to continue to slip over his tongue, “She had forgotten her coat in our attempt to arrive quickly, so I offered her mine.” He didn’t dare meet the doctor’s eyes; instead he opted to stare at the door that you had disappeared in to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bewildered look that John was giving him. Sherlock went on to change the subject; he looked at John, grinning a bit, “So. You’re going to be a father.”

John’s bewildered look disappeared into a excited, proud one, “Yes, I am. And you’re going to be an uncle.”

“But I’m not related to you. That’s not possible, John. I figured you, of all people, would know how a family works.”

“It’s a figure of speech, Sherlock. Typically the parents’ best friends are considered to be uncles or aunts. (Y/N)’s an aunt too.”

“Oh.” Sherlock took a seat on the bench against the wall, opposite of the door. John followed suit, crossing his legs. “How long does she have?”

“Don’t know. Could be hours.. By the way, you and (Y/N) are her godparents. Mary and I agreed upon it.”

“In the event that both you and your wife die, you are hoping that a sociopath and an ex assassin can raise your child well.” Sherlock chuckled a bit, “You have quite the faith in us.”

“You see, Mary and I didn’t think of that part, mate. Don’t bring it up.”

“Bit difficult not to.” Sherlock glanced at John with a grin on his face, and John was grinning at him. You then emerged from Mary’s hospital room, wearing a surgical gown. Sherlock’s head whipped towards you, and John’s head moved just as fast.

You were beaming, “She’s just about to start pushing. Mary wanted to know if you wanted to be in there.”

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Age Is Just A Number - Luke Hemmings Oneshot

IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I’m so so sorry that it’s taken so long for me to post this, I’ve had so much going on personally and been so busy with work!

This might be a little rusty as I haven’t written in awhile but I hope you guys still enjoy it! It was super fun to write :).

NA: Not edited yet as it’s 1.30am where I am lol.


Anonymous said:

I’m really glad I found your blog because good 5sos fan fiction seems to be in very short supply and I’m really loving your story! :) Soooo, could you pretty please write a Luke one shot where the girl doesn’t realize that Luke is three years younger than her until Ashton or Calum brings it up jokingly when they’re all together and then she starts to feel really self conscious about being older and won’t sleep with him but Luke convinces her that his age doesn’t matter and dominates her?

It was an average Friday night. Same old story of Lucy dragging me out of the warm comforts of my sweatpants and bed with a cup of tea and a good book only to be told that I need to “clear the cobwebs and get laid”. Sure, it had been a good nine months since I had had sex, but I wasn’t exactly craving it anymore, my little battery powered friend had helped fill the long, cold nights of being on my own.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing. They better let us in soon!” Lucy muttered, while shivering so much I thought she would never stop. She insisted on not taking a coat, and it was the middle of winter for god’s sake!

“Didn’t I tell you you’d be freezing your ass off?” I shot back, hoping she would get the hint that I really didn’t want to be here.

“Hey beautiful, you and your friend wanna go inside now?” the doorman smirked at Lucy and I before moving the velvet rope crossing the entrance. Lucy flashed him a quick smile before grabbing my hand and pulling me in with her.

“Two vodka and cokes please!” Lucy asked the bartender, dropping her eye in a wink when he smiled at her. He handed us our drinks and was about to put the straws in when Lucy stopped him.

“We won’t be needing those, these are going down way too quick for straws!” she squeaked with excitement. “Come on, Y/N, drink up. We need to find you a man!”

“And here I am” said a voice from behind her. Lucy quickly turned around, only to be greeted by a very tall and dark haired stranger. I groaned at his cocky remark and rolled my eyes, both actions being seemingly ignored as Lucy and the handsome stranger stared at each other.

“I’m Lucy, this is Y/N!” she said as she held out her hand for him to shake gracefully,

“Calum, nice to meet you girls” he grinned, showing of his perfectly white teeth. “Not trying to be presumptuous but I heard you were looking for a man?”

“We sure are! Y/N has been single for far too long that I’m afraid she’s becoming a grandma!” Lucy laughed, much harder than necessary. Calum giggled lightly at her enthusiasm.

“And what about you, Lucy? Surely a gorgeous girl like you can’t be single?” he pressed, flicking his gaze between us. Lucy lightly brushed her fingers against his tensed bicep and smirked. “Maybe I am” she shrugged playfully, making me roll my eyes once again.

“Well lucky me then” he smiled “Why don’t you two come and join me and my friends? We’ve got a VIP booth just over there” he pointed over his shoulder toward a table full of guys, all incredibly hot, but looking just as cocky. Except for one.

I was pulled from my thoughts about the blue eyed boy sitting at the table when Lucy pulled my hand and followed Calum towards the booth.

“Hey guys, this is Lucy and Y/N” Calum introduced us to the other three boys. All of them muttered hey’s and hello’s in response but the blonde boy, he seemed too caught up in staring at my boobs. Not that I cared in that moment as I, surprisingly, found myself instantly attracted to him. His gaze drifted up to mine, and he soon realised he had been caught staring, his cheeks turning the brightest shade of red I’d ever seen.

“You okay there, Luke?” the red haired boy, asked him as he took a swig of his beer, trying to appear unembarrassed by what had just happened. “Don’t mind him, he doesn’t get out much. I’m Michael, and this is obviously Luke” he laughed, causing Luke to shoot him a glare.

“I’m Ashton, nice to meet you both” the remaining boy smiled. I studied his face quickly and realised that, other than this situation, he would usually be the type of guy I’d go for. I’d dated boys like Ashton in the past and found myself surprised that I was more drawn to Luke. I don’t know what it was about him. Maybe the fact that he seemed so innocent, or was it because he was the complete opposite of all my ex-boyfriends? Either way I wanted to know more.

I moved into the booth beside him, as Lucy sat on the other side next to Calum, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that I was still here. She was awestruck by him and I knew it. I didn’t mind though as I now had someone else to talk to, or so I hoped.

“Hey, I’m Y/N” I smiled at Luke, before taking a sip of my drink. “Hey uh yeah, I’m Luke” he mumbled nervously, “Sorry about before, I didn’t mean to stare”

“It’s fine” I laughed “So, tell me about you”….


It was now 2AM and we were all sat in the living room of the boys apartment. They had invited us back after the bar had closed early due to a false fire alarm. It was perfect timing though as when Lucy and Calum were all over each other and in the midst of a heated make out session on the dancefloor, a drink was spilled on Lucy’s dress. She was currently sat on his lap in a pair of his sweatpants and an old band t-shirt, still managing to look drop dead gorgeous, not that she agreed of course.

“Y/N, you look so gorgeous, I am so jealous” she whined, the alcohol clearly getting to her. “If that asshole hadn’t spilled his entire beer on my dress I would still looking so fucking hot” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“What are you talking about, baby? You’re crazy. You look so fucking sexy in my clothes” Calum slurred slightly, while placing hot kisses up her neck causing her to giggle.

“Y/N looks hotter. Do you know how hard it was to make her come out tonight? She refused to even go out for her birthday last week!” Lucy exclaimed. “I think she spent all night in bed with her vibrator!” I shot her a look, hoping she would get the hint and stop talking, but in her drunken state, she had no idea.

“It was your birthday last week? How old did you turn?” Luke asked curiously, thankfully ignoring the second part of Lucy’s sentence. We had seriously hit it off tonight. We had talked about anything and everything and I now found myself realising that I didn’t even know how old he was.

“21” I smiled down at him. I was now perched on his lap, his hands firmly planted on my sides and fingertips tracing my hips.

“Ooof, looks like Y/N’s a cougar!” Calum yelled excitedly, as I cocked my head in confusion “It’s okay, Luke prefers older girls anyway” he continued. My heart dropped to my stomach as I realised that Luke was younger than me, and I plucked up the courage to ask just how much younger.

“Uh, how old are you?” I asked, as I turned to see Luke gulp nervously before answering, “18”.

“Oh, uh, I see” I cleared my throat and prepared myself to stand up. There was no way I could go there with Luke now, he was way too young for me and I felt disappointed. As I tried to stand, I felt a little unsteady on my feet, the alcohol affecting me more than I thought. Luke’s firm grip on my hips helped me from falling and I turned to look at him, immediately noticing the pleading look in his eyes.

“I umm, I just need to go to the bathroom” I stated once I had finally got myself steadied. I moved as fast as I could toward the hallway, feeling Luke’s presence behind me. Finding the bathroom, I shut the door as fast as I could, shutting Luke out as he tried to enter with me. The look on his face broke my heart, it was one of sheer sadness and pleading.

He and I both knew that we had established a great connection tonight but I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t date an 18 year old, not while I’m 21. What would people say? People would constantly call me a cougar and I don’t think I’m prepared for that. And the sex? Is he a virgin? Is he experienced, or has he even slept with more than one girl? So many things were running through my mind.

As I splashed my face with cold water, trying to blink the tears from my eyes, I heard Luke on the other side of the door. “Y/N? Please open the door, I wanna talk”. I could hear the sadness in his voice. I let out a deep breath, and pat my face dry, trying my best to appear unaffected by the sudden change of events.

I opened the door and came face to face with the tall blonde, who’s bright blue eyes were filled with pleading. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Y/N, it just didn’t come up”.

“It’s not your fault, Luke. Don’t worry about it” I shook my head nonchalantly, doing my best to act causal.

“This doesn’t have to change things, I really like you, Y/N” he whispered,

“I like you too, Luke but we can’t do this. You’re so much younger than me, I just can’t” I answered, losing my inner battle to stay cool and feeling the tears well in my eyes.

“Don’t say that, Y/N” Luke pleaded, putting his index finger under my chin, making me look up at him. I shook my head once more and stepped back from his grasp.

“No, Luke. It’s just not going to work. I’m sorry”

“Why not? Why can’t it work?” he pressed, desperation washing over his face.

“There’s so many reasons! For starters, sex. I mean have you even had sex? It may seem ridiculous to you but I need someone experienced, it’s what I crave” I almost yelled out, embarrassed that I was admitting this to someone I had just met. When Luke didn’t respond I looked up to his face, only to see him smirking and shaking his head.

“What’s so funny?” I asked angrily, hoping he wasn’t making fun of me.

“Oh, Y/N, you have no idea” he laughed darkly, turning to close the door behind him before slowly walking towards me. His eyes had turned a darker shade of blue and now had a look in them that I recognised instantly. Lust.

My breath hitched in my throat as he backed me into the wall, placing his hands on either side of my head. I could feel his breath fanning over my face as he studied me, moving his lips to ghost over my neck. “You have no idea of all the things I could do to you, Y/N. All the things I could make you feel” he whispered, “You have totally, and utterly, underestimated me.”

I was shocked by what I was seeing, and what I was feeling. Maybe I had underestimated him. Maybe he was the most experienced 18 year old there ever was. Or maybe he was just lying, and wasn’t experienced at all? Either way, in this moment I really didn’t care. The warmth firing between my legs was enough to make me want more, and quickly. I moved my eyes up to his, carefully studying him. The way he looked made me want to come on the spot and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

“Then show me how you can make me feel, Luke”. That was all he needed, he smirked and slowly moved his lips to mine, fire igniting at the first touch. His lips moulded to mine perfectly and it wasn’t long before his tongue asked for entrance to my mouth, which I happily granted. The second his tongue danced along with mine I moaned loudly, gripping the hair on the back of his neck in an attempt to bring him closer. I instantly felt his hand come down on my ass cheek, causing me to separate from him and squeak.

“You’re not in charge tonight, baby I am. Do you understand?” Luke said sternly. I was taken aback by his tone and when I didn’t answer him, he spanked me again. “Answer me, princess”

“Y-yes, Luke” I stuttered, feeling my ass sting from his palm but enjoying it more than I should have been. Luke backed away from me instantly and grabbed my hand, leading us from the bathroom into the room directly opposite, one I was assuming was his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and pushed me into it, his hands gripping my thighs.

Luke’s lips found mine once again and I felt my head spinning, and I knew it was from the pleasure. His fingertips made their way up the hem of my dress and immediately pressed over my panty covered crotch. His middle finger pressed in ever so slightly, adding just a little pressure to my clit, making me whimper. Luke pulled his lips from mine and placed a gentle kiss to my nose, all the while moving his finger slowly over where I needed him most.

“I can feel how wet you are through these panties, princess” he whispered against my neck, biting down lightly and running his tongue over the spot “Who are you so wet for?” he asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.

“You, Luke. It’s all for you” I managed to squeak out, being completely taken over by the actions of Luke’s mouth on my neck and fingers on my pussy.

“Feel free to call me Daddy tonight, kitten. ‘Cause I’m gonna make you feel so good” he seductively whispered, moving his index finger into my underwear to gather some of my wetness. He pulled away from me completely, leaving me a withering mess against the bedroom door, as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean of my juices, only making my core throb intensely.

“Take your dress off, now” he demanded, and I wasted no time in slipping the dress off my shoulders and letting it pool on the floor before him. He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans, making me rub my thighs together for some sort of friction. He was so fucking hot and I needed him now.

“Now, are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy?” he asked as he circled me, lightly ghosting his fingertips over my skin. I knew I wouldn’t be able to form any words so I only nodded in response, still in shock that the seemingly “innocent” boy from earlier had now turned into this dominant and amazingly sexy man.

“Good girls always get rewarded you know, do you want to be rewarded, princess?”  

“Yes, Daddy” I breathed out, the anticipation killing me. Luke stood with the back of his knees pressed against the bed and motioned for me to come to him.

“Come here. Get on your knees, baby”. I happily obliged and knelt down before him, looking up at him through my lashes waiting for my next instruction. He was making me feel things I had never felt before and I found myself eager to please him in any way I could. And I knew that by taking his cock in my mouth, I would do just that. I was a self-proclaimed pro at blow jobs and I couldn’t wait to show him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby” he whispered as he stroked my face, looking down at me in pure adoration. “Show Daddy just how much you want his cock”. That was all I needed, I pulled down his boxers and took his impressive length in my hands. I looked up at him to see him smirking, he knew that I didn’t expect him to be this big and I was happily surprised.

I pumped his cock in my hands slowly, admiring the quiet moans now flowing from his mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head a few times before taking it in my mouth and suckling softly, savouring his taste. I moved my head further down his length, taking all I could in my mouth and starting up a rhythm we were both happy with.

“Fuck, princess. That’s so fucking good” he groaned as I took one of my hands and moved it to play with his balls. “You suck Daddy’s cock so well” he moaned again before removing me from his length and standing me up. “What a good girl, I think you need a reward” he smiled at me before placing a light kiss on my lips. “Lay down on the bed, kitten”.

I moved myself up towards the pillows, making sure I was comfortable and sat up on my elbows, waiting for Luke to make his move.

“God damn, you’re so pretty, baby girl” he muttered in almost amazement, causing me to blush. Luke crawled onto the bed and came face to face with me, reconnecting our lips. He was being dominant but in the most sweet and loving way possible, for a moment I was mad at myself for almost passing up this opportunity but that thought was soon forgotten as Luke began to kiss his way down the valley of my breasts. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall off the bed.

His hands immediately moved to massage my boobs, swiping his tongue over my nipple, making me arch my back off the bed in response. “That feel good, baby?” Luke asked before moving to my other nipple.

“God yes, Daddy, that feels so good!” I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard me. He soon finished his assault on my breasts and moved his head to the top of my underwear line, placing a soft kiss there before hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down my legs. I instantly felt my juices run between my cheeks and held my breath in anticipation of what was to come next.

Luke moved in between my legs so that his face was flush with my throbbing core. He blew out some cool air and the sensation was almost too much for me to handle. “Please Daddy” I moaned, hoping he would put me out of my misery.

“What do you want, princess? Tell Daddy what you want” he said as he let out another breath, causing me to buck my hips.

“Please Daddy, just lick my pussy, please!” I whimpered in desperation. I never knew I could get this worked up without being barely touched. I moaned loudly at the first touch of Luke’s tongue on my clit, followed by several more fast and talented flicks. I was feeling better than I ever had before and I knew I needed this forever, there was no way I could go back to boring sex after this.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy. And so sweet”

Luke continued slurping and sucking on my pussy and I was seeing stars, moaning and bucking above him I just couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t long before I reached my high, my body shuddering from the intense pleasure. “FUCK LUKE. HOLY SHIT!” I moaned louder than ever as the last few waves of my orgasm pulsed through me. Luke pulled his tongue from me and moved up my body, our eyes connected and I knew I was in trouble.

“What did you call me, kitten?” he whispered

“I meant Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Daddy” I breathed out, completely wrecked after the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Hmm not good enough, I think you need to be punished, princess. Turn around, on all fours” he growled. It took me longer than he liked but I was soon on my hands and knees, my ass facing him.

“You took too long, princess. Looks like an extra two spanks” he said and I moaned at the thought. I knew this was supposed to be punishment but I liked it. “Count, baby girl”

“One!” I cried out in pleasure at the first collision. “Two!…..Three!……Four, oh god, Daddy!” I moaned once more, completely lost in the pleasure I was feeling.

“One more, baby girl”

“Five! Holy shit” I breathed once he had finished. I felt like collapsing but I knew he wouldn’t approve, instead I rested my face against the pillows, trying to catch my breath. Luke had other ideas and I instantly felt his tongue circling my entrance, causing me to cry out. “Stop Daddy, I can’t, please” I begged, feeling totally overwhelmed by the pleasure of his tongue but still wanting to feel his huge dick inside me.

“Do you want something else, kitten? How about my cock?” he moaned and I felt him place his tip at my entrance.

“Yes, Daddy please. Please fuck me! I want you inside me, now” I told him as I lifted my head from the pillows and steadied myself, getting ready for the best fucking of my life.

“Whatever you want baby” he breathed out and pushed into me, causing me to throw my head back, mouth agape.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good, so fucking tight oh” he groaned loudly, unable to keep his composure. He continued to fuck me from behind, skilfully hitting my g-spot with every movement. Every thrust was bringing me closer to my second high and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Better than your vibrator, baby?” he moaned

“Fuck yes, Daddy so much better. I’m gonna come! Oh, Luke!” I screamed out, definitely not caring that I could be heard by anyone within earshot.

“Me too, princess. Let go” Luke groaned and came instantly, his orgasm setting off my own. Luke thrusted sloppily throughout our highs, making sure to milk every last wave. I felt the last string of cum leave his dick not long before he pulled out of me. We both collapsed on the bed, both feeling like we’d just run a marathon.

“Holy shit. I was not expecting that” I breathed out once I had semi recovered, now laying my head on Luke’s chest.

“I told you I’d make you feel good” he smirked cockily causing me to laugh and playfully hit his chest.

“Well you definitely did that” I smiled up at him. “I am so fucking thirsty now, it’s ridiculous” I complained, now feeling the dryness in my throat.

“Me too, I’ll get us some water”. Luke got up and threw on some sweatpants that were laying on the ground by his bed. I moved myself under the covers and watched him as he moved to the door.

“Hey so, I was thinking” he started “I should probably take you on a date now right? I mean after that I don’t think either of us will be wanting to date anyone else right?” he said and we both chuckled.

“Definitely, a date sounds perfect” I grinned back at him. He smiled his breath taking smile and left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling, before hearing a roar of cheers from down the hall. And I knew my suspicions had been confirmed, the whole house had heard us. But I honestly didn’t care. All I could think about was how happy I was and that I should never assume again that age matters.