#happy bday hubby!!!^^

[hobipowers]

🎂🐯 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG! 🐻🎂

[ilove2manyanimemen]

⋆⁺₊✧ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GETO ✩₊˚.⋆

(He’s so bbg coded fr ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི)

[noelleaxolotl]

today is the only day you can post this

[briarnari]

Happy birthday beloved <3

[liltaireissocute]

IT'S ANNUAL LEAVE TIME YEEEEEEEEEHH

[biffhofosho]

HAPPY MBB DAY

Celebrating yet another year with the Monstas and all my gorgeous, talented, funny, charming monbebe. <3

Here's a quick post of some of my fave pcs and pc holders to celebrate!

[khickuwa]

happy birthday lukies!!!

[hencheri]

i think i've never been more blessed than the day i laid my eyes on that beautiful cutie pie sexy ass of a man 🫶🏻

[my-rights-are-grian-rights]

🔪: 1,2,19,22,35

🔧: 1,4,5 22, 30, 35

Zhulong: 12,22, 35

HIII HEEHEE finished watching 1 dollar love actually dvd because our wifi went out but IM BACK AND I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY SILLIES

wow this post is gonna be Long soooo adding the cut now~!

🔪:

1: are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

UHHHH okay sOOO the simplest answer is probably black bc like. it wears a lotta black. military gear etc is usually black? but! its got this stupid orange striped short sleeve shirt thats actually like. a uniform (as in. I referenced the batman 2022 Arkham uniform when I first designed this idiot. yea) so its usually associated with either orange or red (for blood rawrrr)

2: what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

oh uh!!!!! I dont think this thing listens to music. tbh everything would be better if it did but! it get zero enrichment ever. so instead for this question I get to give you two songs I associate with it for some reason or another. because I said so. and those are House of Wolves (MCR) and Barbie Girl (Aqua). I want to know what you think of it from these two songs together because the combination is sooooo silly to me

19: are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

ooooo this one is fun to think about. mmm I think generally it's not very like,,, externally angry. it is in a perpetual state of something between annoyance and disdain almost all the time (when not Letting Loose), but that's a bit different from angry, I think. things that will make it snap at you: remove mask w/o permission, get touchy w it without permission. probably other things too I forget. things that will make it do super petty things and/or get revenge on you some other way: assume you've got the best of it. assume you're in charge. assume you're in control.

22: do they sleep well at night?

bold of you to assume it sleeps yea well uhh. its a pretty light sleeper I think but it can sleep wherever. no nightmares or w/e its just. rechargin I think

35: do they ever return home?

no. lol. zero percent chance of this thing ever returning home and idk if that ever even existed for it. if it gets a "happy" ending its going to have to claw that into existence itself. and why would it

🔧:

1: are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

blue! they wear the most black, again, but thats cause of the goofy suit thing I've got ingame. blue tie blue waistcoat blue accents on the gas mask, so blue's ended up as their color :3

4: how crafty/resourceful are they?

the wrench is their emoji because that's its main weapon. if that says anything. dont think it'd be the best at like. street brawlin no supplies no powers but it can be pretty inventive with the things it knows how to use.

5: how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

oh it's so stupid <3. suit jacket tie collared shirt waistcoat belt black cargo pants with big ole pockets fingerless gloves combat boots w straps and a belt chain. it's sooo stupid. <3333,,. character creators be like what if all the pieces we let you use were assorted pieces of other characters. OH and dont forget the half gas mask. when I made this guy I referenced one of two Literal Actual Techwear Official Dot Com gas masks. the pockets are practical at least? and thats just one outfit realistically it has other clothing too but idk what though. probably they steal clothing from the rogues lol

22: do they sleep well at night?

depends on where they are! with dork squad probably! unless one or more of them get on an inventing bend or something but it can just wrangle them back to sleep or at least to be quieter. with the sirens that's more of a wild card. depending on if harl's there she's def gonna wanna like stay up n talk or something. tbh though most things happen at night. like heists! :D but they can usually get a good sleep in. and even a lazy morning, probably!

30: do they smell like anything notable?

uhhh probably vaguely like flowers and/or fear toxin. lol. can you tell what I sourced this guy from yet

35: do they ever return home?

it never returns to where it came from, but that place (read: dimension. lol) was never really home. they do find a home, where they end up. and they're happy.

Zhulong:

12: how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

oh man how long has this guy been around? discord chat messages says I made him December 16 of last year. I do not know his birthday. it could just be dec 16 that would be silly. kayfabe though he doesn't really have one hes just Old lol. out of kayfabe hes like chill about bdays I think he'll get ppl close to him a present or whatever. in kayfabe he didnt really get it pre Punishment I dont think but with his whole Chained In A Human Body thing he gets to have a crisis! yay ! over He Is Aging and He Will Die !! again!!!! yipeee!!!

22: do they sleep well at night?

out of kayfabe as long as hes not too sore or w/e he's good. usually conked out from exercising. in kayfabe uhhh he thinks sleeping is weird. his lore says he never eats or sleeps or breathes but now he has to. and he hates it.

30: do they ever return home?

I think he goes to visit his parents sometimes :3 (outside kayfabe.) lol silly answer. in kayfabe nah the place he considers home is long gone and buried by time. and even if it still existed he'd never be able to reach it as he is. sorry

[ilove2manyanimemen]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR GORGEOUS GO/JO

Have a hollow purpled birthday Satoru🎂

[sttoru]

toji never celebrates his birthday and thus learned to treat it as any other regular day. well, until you came into the picture and did the unexpected.

☀︎｜tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut mixed with fluff & sprinkle of angst. implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji late 20’s /early 30’s) implied size difference, p in v -> unprotected, cowgirl position, toji actually being a soft dom kinda, praise mixed with tiny bit of degradation, slight corruption kink, dirty talk / teasing, biting, creampie, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl \\ pretty, innocent, small'. not beta read. happy bday hubby!

“i told ya — fuck jus’ like that — not to buy or do anythin’ for me on m’birthday.” toji’s head lolls back against the pillow while his rough palms explore every inch of your gorgeous body. the word ‘birthday’ rolls off his tongue in a bitter manner. the assassin never celebrates that dreadful day, as he calls it.

he’s never found it to be worth remembering. his family couldn’t care less about that day when he was a child, so why would he?

but, that changed when you came into his life. toji flinched when he heard a loud ‘pop!’ sound upon opening the front door to his apartment. he was used to those noises being one of danger and thus swiftly reached for the spare weapon in his pocket. . . only to notice you standing behind the door with a party popper and a homemade cake.

the older man froze in place for a good few seconds, though was quick to realise the situation and relax. after the initial shock died down, you excitedly dragged him off to the living room to show him the presents you bought.

toji's first reflex was to scold you for spending money on him. he had never gotten anything for his birthday—it was weird to finally receive something from someone who actually cares for him. it somehow made him feel guilty as well. was he worth spending money on?

toji’s impressed reactions when unwrapping the presents showed you exactly how foreign the moment was to him: he’s never opened any gifts before. that much was even more evident after witnessing his inexperience in peeling off the tape from the boxes.

eventually, after opening around seven gifts, toji got to unwrap his final present. the present which was you.

the way you innocently yet seductively whispered words of affection in his ears made his mind go blank. even if it were simple ‘i love you’s and ‘happy birthday’ wishes. the red dress you had on and how your figure looked in it made everything ten times more sexual to the assassin. anything after that was a complete blur. his body moved on its own and yours followed right after until you finally landed on top of him — riding him.

toji’s half-lidded eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight he's witnessing. maybe his birthday wasn't such a bad day after all; the loving memories you're currently creating would surely outbalance the negative ones.

you shake your head at toji’s earlier sentence and tighten your grip on his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving faint red marks. you almost can’t talk due to the overexertion—your hips continuously rising and falling back down for the sake of your lover, “i- mph, wanted to get you all those things. you deserve them, toji.”

the view of your small body trying its hardest to not give in to its need of an orgasm made the assassin dizzy. his large hands settle on your waist and his eyes watch your every move from behind his black bangs. toji silently hisses as he feels your tight cunt clenching around him, “. . . f-shit. easy there.”

your pretty face is his weakness. especially when your usual innocent look gets replaced by one filled with carnal desire. toji can easily get off to the idea of him having that effect on you—his words, body, looks and actions that corrupted your every being in intimate moments like these.

“such a sweet thing,” the dark-haired man coos, brushing the stray locks of hair away from your face with his index finger. his other hand rubs up and down your inner thigh, each time getting dangerously closer to your clit, though never getting a single touch in. the scarred corner of his lips twitch in an amused grin at your whines, “oh? want me to touch you there, princess? that what ya want?”

you nod without a second thought. you were trying your best to hold out for as long as your body allowed it — desperately wanting to reach your climax at the same time toji was going to — but the idea seems impossible the longer this continued.

your boyfriend grins smugly, raising his eyebrows before entirely removing his hands from your body. his arms rest behind his head as he reverts to simply enjoying the view of you riding him so well. toji can never not be mean to you. your little pouts only drive him to tease you more and more, “hm, well, ya see - i thought you were gonna spoil me today, not the other way around.”

“t-toji! tha's mean. . .” you huff, bottom lip trembling. your arms circle his neck and your upper body leans forward to rest against his chiseled chest. you stop your hip thrusts and instead grind against his pelvis, trying to stimulate your clit on your own.

toji clicks his tongue, but figured it was best to leave you be. he didn't want to be too rough on you today - you had been nothing but sweet to him the entire night. you had blessed him with his first, proper birthday experience as well.

“aww, my little girl ‘s pouting,” the older man snickers and his hands return to their place. he allows you to grind against him, the sensations being amazing for him as well. the tip of his cock almost reaches your cervix from the current angle and your bodily fluids smear all over his thighs and lower abdomen, “shh shh, ‘tis alright.”

your needy whines and moans are music to his ears. toji rubs your lower back and pats your ass every now and then, squeezing the soft flesh gently just to hear another whimper spill from your lips. there was no way you could hold back now. especially when your bodies were rubbing together and you could feel toji’s defined abs and hardened muscles underneath you.

“toji - nngh - can i? wan' — wanna cum.” your small hands tighten their grip around his broad shoulders. you earn a low, breathy chuckle from your lover. the increasing sensations in his lower stomach were an indication to how close he was to his orgasm as well. he wasn’t going to deny you any further.

toji sighs in content and presses a soft kiss to your temple, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. it was a rare occurence to see that vulnerable and affectionate look in his piercing green eyes. the little smile plastered on his face only added to the soft and intimate atmosphere.

. . . well, toji wouldn’t be toji if he wasn’t going to add catch you off guard in any way or form. your eyes widen and your body jolts forward as he suddenly starts putting work in—his hips ramming into yours from below, the skin-to-skin sounds resonating throughout the room once again. it was like the wind got knocked out of you for a good second, “fuck! w-wait, toji! tojitojitoji!”

the older man holds tightly onto you — cradling you in his arms as he lightly lifts your hips to have free reign over the pace and movements of your two bodies — thrusting up into you over and over. he lets out a series of small, silent groans as he feels his climax nearing;

“shit, yeah - ‘m gonna stuff this pussy of y’rs full, princess.” toji's callused fingers curl around your hip bones, using them as leverage to increase the intensity of his thrusts, “think you can take it all?”

you mewl and nod again and again. you’re on the brink of tears when the waves of pleasure reach their peak. your eyes roll back and your body convulses, legs shaking and squirming during those few seconds of pure bliss. your adorable babble in the form of toji’s name was all your lover needed to push him over the edge—

“fuck. ‘m gonna cum,” toji groans and firmly bites your shoulder to hold back any more noises when he finally decided to let go. a choked sob leaves your lips the instant you feel the hot spurts of cum seeping into your senstive cunt. the older man continues to thrust in and out sloppily, riding out his orgasm and fucking his cum deeper into you at the same time, “so good — i love you s’much.”

you smile exhaustedly at the love confession from your boyfriend. toji’s grip on you loosens up after he completely emptied his balls deep inside your cunt, his jaw finally unclenching. he plants a few wet kisses along the bite marks on your shoulder in attempt to soothe the pain.

you catch your breath as you rest on top of toji's body. he didn't put the slightest effort into pulling out of you — even as a tiny puddle of your mixed juices stains his skin.

“i love you too, toji,” you reply and earn another lazy kiss to your forehead. he rubs the back of your head and massages your plush thighs in a tender manner. nothing could make this moment even more perfect, you thought to yourself.

you smile as you pull your head back to look into toji’s eyes. he was already looking at you — admiring your gorgeous looks as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. you capture his lips in a delicate kiss, “happy birthday.”

[hoshigray]

HII idk if u already did this but can u do first time with college guy nanami plz? ^-^

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg stop, this is perfect !! also happy early bday to me & my bday twin/hubby, nanamin, mwah

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Nanami x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college juniors - first time; virginity loss - fingering (f! receiving) - kissing; making out - nipple sucking - missionary position - protected sex - pet names (angel, baby, honey, love) - nanami is so soft and gentle w/ you <333 - mention of tears and pain.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

“Shit…you feel okay, baby?”

“Hahhh, yes, Ken…Mmmm, please, keep going…”

Nanami should��ve known something was fishy the moment his partner asked to come over to his apartment to study in the middle of a Friday night — the weekend had just started, and you wanted to work with him at his place? No way…But he voices no complaints whatsoever. 

You lay on his bed, the bedroom lights dimmed and emphasizing the skin of both you and Nanami’s nude bodies. Your boyfriend above you, kissing your forehead as his left hand is busy fingering your bare chasm and coating your labia with the lube he applied on his fingers. You moan sweetly at his touch, his digits nestling between your folds, and gasping at the slow insertion of his middle finger. Your inner channel clamps onto it, twitching around it as his right hand kneads the flesh of your inner thigh to soothe you.

Nanami presses his forehead to yours after placing kisses on your hot cheek. “Shhh, it’s okay, angel,” your sobs quiet down with his words, wailing softly at the curl of his middle finger scraping your velvety texture. “I’m right here…”

Tonight was significant, not just for him but for you too. Two virgins came together for a night of passion and union; however, Nanami didn’t want to ruin this moment just for his pleasure. He’s sharing this with you and wanted everything orchestrated perfectly for your comfort. You were his top priority above anything else, so he wanted you to be content.

Kisses trail down from your cheek and chin, and his lips lick around your nipple as he sucks the bud in, his tongue lapping around it makes you jerk along the rub of his finger. 

“Ahaaah, oh God,” you throw your head back. “Kento, I–Mmmph…I want it, please…”

He releases your nipple with a pull of his lips before peering into your eyes, chocolate orbs scanning your expression with sincerity. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” you nod and spread your legs further, exhaling once he removes his middle finger from your soaking slit. “I know you’d never hurt me, Ken.”

Nanami can’t fight the smile creeping on his face as he situates himself, kissing you tenderly while he positions his erect cock to you, sheathed with a rubber. 

The tip of his length greets you, pushing itself lightly to the very entrance of your vagina. The initial pain makes itself known in seconds, having you whine into his mouth and your body involuntarily flinching. Yet, Nanami is there to relax you. “It’s okay,” he reminds you. “Relax your body; don’t be tense, baby. Breathe.”

A piece of advice you know would be beneficial so you construct a pattern to breathe adequately. And he watches every inhale and exhale, allowing you to ready yourself with every intake of air and pushing his tip further as you expel. Biting on your bottom lip, hands gripping the sheets, eyes watering from your shut eyelids—this experience was propelling you to suffocate in the sensation alone. And he hasn’t even put the cockhead in yet…

But when he does, it’s a revelation to the deepest part of your soul. You arch to the addition and gasp with Nanami, a foreign feeling of your hole being stretched. You were rigid, alarmed to take another breath; trembles came up your legs to your shoulders, and your toes locked to a curl. 

“You okay?” You nod ever-so-slowly, breathing with an agape mouth. “Hnnmm, good…Going to start moving now.”

His hips go excruciatingly sluggish, and leisure strokes drive his dick further into your warm channel, leaving the boy moaning with flattened lips and trenched brows. Your tightness feels snug to him, gripping nicely around his cock as if he could melt. And your quiet shrieks sound so cute, and he keeps coaxing you with every inch taken until his golden pubes meet yours.

Cautious strokes begin, and your voice is dialed to a higher volume. Hands find their way around Nanami’s neck, same with your legs coming around his waist. His movements are nothing harsh or rushed; they’re gentle and patient, permitting you to adjust to him and his body being one with yours. 

“Ohhh, hoooh, Kentoo,” you whimper in the air between you two. “Oh God—Ahhaa!!” The tip grazes your walls to the point of your nerves spiking. “Yesss, yeeeess…!”

“Hnnmm…Haaahh, fuck,” he curses to himself, his nose brushing yours. “You feel so good, honey…” He brings his face in for another kiss, this one more lustful than the last yet just as loving and secure. Hips grow confidence, thrusts pounding to you more selfishly while maintaining a moderate pace. He drinks your moans with his mouth, shivers slithering up his spine with the clasp of your cunt. 

The pain from before is long gone, exchanged with pleasure now that your lower region is accustomed to the commotion. The poke to your walls is sudden yet euphoric, same with the stretch of your entrance while he rubs on your texture and reaches in places you never imagined. It’s so good; it feels so fucking good!

“—Mmahhh, Kent—Toooh!” You break the kiss, yet Nanami keeps the closeness intimate with his cheek to yours. “OhhmyGod, right there! Right…Hmmm, maah!!” Nails dig to the skin of his back, your pitch gets higher and higher, and your awaited climax awards you. 

 Your tender walls flutter with the arrival of your orgasm, shrieking as your figure sinks to the pleasure as shocks of your crescendo flourish. And Nanami continues to rut into you until his drive comes to an end, groaning to your ear as he jerks and his cock spurts his load into the condom. The cling of you on him pulls him in, and you hold him close until both your heaving bodies are tranquil.

He then straightens to examine you, noticing the tear that dared leave your eyes. And as the benevolent boyfriend you fell in love with, he brushes his thumb on your cheek to wipe. “Thank you,” you giggle.

And he smiles back. “So beautiful, love.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[ellitx]

Third Wheel Anecdotes | Venti x Reader

Venti is so expressive of his love for you he wants everyone to know you’re dating the greatest bard in Mondstadt; aka Dvalin, Diluc, Aether, and Paimon feel like they are third wheeling 

rahhh happy birthday to my hubby <33 here's one of the bday special fics ive written for him. supposedly it's gonna be a three different post, but given they all have the same premise but different plot, i just merged them instead. also it's up to you if these three stories are the same mc or not :>

word count: 4k

Dvalin (Stormterror’s Lair)

“Stay put! I can’t properly apply the eyeliner on you if you keep moving,” you huffed as you shifted on his lap and leaned forward, carefully drawing the black tip over his eyelids.

“Alright, alright. You’re too irresistible.” Venti smiled with his eyes closed, his hands over your thighs while you kept your focus on him. He hummed a random tune while waiting for you to finish. After a couple of minutes, you moved back and admired your handiwork.

Venti looked like the most adorable model. The winged eyeliner accentuated his large eyes and made him look even prettier. You had opted to go for a lighter lipstick for him, as he would have complained about the taste, but you decided to apply a simple lip tint nonetheless.

“Can I open my eyes now?” he asked, only to let out a grunt as you moved against his lap once more. Your giggles brushed past his ears in airy breaths before he felt something soft pressing against his cheek. 

“Keep them closed. I want to test the others,” you murmured, already rummaging through your pouch looking for a good test to apply to him. He let a smile crawl on his face and his fingers drifted down to your thighs, tracing slow, affectionate patterns against your skin. 

You shifted a little, reaching for another lip tint that you had packed and hoping to find just the right shade for his delicate, annoyingly perfect features.

You have two options: Valberry Dew and Sunsettia Kiss. Both of them would look great on him but you couldn’t choose. 

Your eyes wandered and caught sight of a familiar, massive figure curled up in the distance. Dvalin was resting under the shade of a tree nearby, his wings folded neatly around his body, one sharp blue eye half-lidded as he watched the two of you.

“Dvalin! Which color do you think would look great on Venti?” you called out, holding up both options toward the dragon.

Dvalin lifted his head slightly at the sound of your voice. His nostrils flared as he considered the colors, sniffing once, then tilting his head toward the Sunsettia Kiss. 

“Good choice!” A pleased grin spread across your face.

Venti, still blindfolded by his own closed lids, let out a chuckle. “What did he say?”

“Nothing~” you replied sweetly, already uncapping the tint. “But he has excellent taste.”

The dragon gave a short huff in reply and nestled back into his resting spot, content to play silent witness to the ridiculousness unfolding in front of him. When out of nowhere, a loud gasp came from your direction, alerting him.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against yours. 

Your breath hitched, the lip tint falling out of your grasp while Venti kept one hand behind your head. His lips moved against yours with practiced ease. It was soft and gentle, far from the usual teasing pecks he’d sneak when you were distracted.

When he finally pulled back, he licked his lips and tilted his head, eyes fluttering open with a sly, thoughtful look.

“Did you put on a new lip tint? It tastes different.” 

You blinked, completely thrown off as blush crept up to your cheeks. Flustered, you looked away and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Oh— um, uh… y-yeah…”

“Can I taste it once more?” he asked, already leaning in again. His gaze locked onto your tinted lips and lingered there.

Before you could even think to answer him, he was already on you. 

His arms wrapped around your frame, completely trapping you, and your hands curled into a fist against his chest. His lips found yours with a touch more insistence this time. He kissed you once, twice, then nibbled lightly on your bottom lip. He hummed thoughtfully as he pulled back a fraction, just enough to speak.

“Is it cherry?” Venti guessed with his eyes half-lidded, lips barely brushing yours.

You shook your head and your lover pouted before leaning down once more to press another kiss. His brows furrowed together and you couldn’t help but giggle at how frustrated he looked trying to guess the new flavor, completely forgetting— or in Venti’s case, ignoring— Dvalin’s presence.

“What flavor is this? It’s fruity than your usual,” he muttered as he pulled you close to him, making yourself comfortable sitting on his lap. 

You looked away, trying (and failing) to hide your flustered smile.

Venti didn’t waste a second to latch another kiss.

“Watermelon?” he guessed again. 

“Nope.”

He planted another kiss.

“Apple?”

You shook your head, holding back a giggle as you leaned into him expectantly, silently urging him to try again.

And just as you hoped, he fell for the bait. The next few minutes were spent with his lips repeatedly on yours, guessing the mystery flavour. With every kiss, every failed guess, his frustration grew.

“Berry? Grape? Plum?”

All you gave him were soft, breathless no’s.

At this point, the taste of your lip tint was no longer there, only to be replaced by the familiar taste of him. He broke the kiss with a whine.

“Put some more on. I can't taste anything anymore." 

You chuckled, seeing that his lips were smudged with your lip tint. You gently wriggled in his lap to grab your pouch. He loosened his grip to let you move with his eyes trailing your every motion.

You caught him watching and quickly hid the pouch behind you.

“Hey, no cheating! I don’t want you to see the label,” you told him with your cheeks puffed together. Venti quickly squeezed his eyes shut and you could barely hold in your laughter as you applied the lip tint carefully, taking your time.

Once you applied a decent amount, you tossed the tube aside and slipped your arms around his neck to pull him down.

“Done,” you whispered.

Venti smiled and returned to kissing you. 

His lips moved against yours more slowly. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, causing you to giggle softly. When his tongue slid along your bottom lip, you parted your mouth instinctively and let him in.

The kiss deepened.

Just before Venti could enjoy the taste of your lips on his and take another guess, a sudden force yanked at his cape.

“What the—?!”

Venti was torn away from you with a loud yelp. You gasped as the motion caused you to topple sideways onto the grass, managing to catch yourself just in time. When you looked up, he was hanging in the air, his cape in between Dvalin’s maw.

The dragon’s eyes were narrowed and a deep, rumbling huff escaped his nostrils that was less threatening and more exasperated. He gave Venti a small warning nudge before the bard slipped off his cape and fell on the grass with a dull thud.

He groaned and rubbed his head. “Really, Dvalin? Just when things are getting better?”

Dvalin let out a low growl that almost resembled a sigh before flopping back down under the tree.

You pressed your lips together, shoulders shaking with laughter as you crawled over to Venti and helped him sit up.

“I think he’s done playing the third wheel,” you said, amused.

Venti glanced over at the dragon, then at you.

“What a jealous dragon,” he muttered with a smug little hum. “He's just jealous you put a lot of attention on me and—” he pointed to his lips, smudged with a deep, rosy pink hue. "—I get to taste my darling's sweet lips."

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm lightly. Just as he leaned in, a wicked glint flickered in his eye, already scheming his next move.

“Mind if I take another guess?”

Aether and Paimon (Mondstadt City)

Crossing paths with the blonde traveler and his floating companion was not on Venti’s list. 

The day had started perfectly. The sunlight dripped gently through the canopy above as you sat beside him beneath the great tree at Windrise. Your head rested on his shoulder, his fingers absently brushing through your hair while the wind hummed soft tunes around you. 

The morning was peaceful and quiet. Just the two of you, nothing else but the rustling of leaves.

When he saw the sky was clear, he turned to you and invited you to walk with him in Mondstadt city. He wanted to spend more time with you, keep this date a little longer until the day ends.

Of course, you accepted it.

As the two of you strolled along the main path, your fingers laced together and shoulders bumping gently with each step, Venti often flirted. He spoke in that lyrical, teasing tone of his— half flirty, half poetry— as he commented on every flower, every bird, every little thing that reminded him of you.

You giggled, hands over your lips to stifle your laughs while Venti kept looking at you with those familiar lovesick, smitten eyes he always wore when he was with you.

Just as he was about to make another flirty remark, you heard a familiar voice joining in.

“Heya, Venti and [Name]!”

That high-pitched voice was so recognizable and unmistakable. Venti saw your eyes light up as you turned, and your eyes met with Aether’s golden ones. 

“Oh! Aether and Paimon! It’s nice seeing you both again here in Mondstadt!” 

Aether returned your smile with a wave, walking up to you while Paimon floated slightly ahead of him. The two didn’t seem surprised at all to see your fingers laced with Venti’s or how close you stood together. 

They were already well aware of your relationship. But there was a subtle look exchanged between them. The kind that said oh, they’re being like that again.

“It’s good to see you too,” Aether said and looked back between you and the bridge leading to the city. “You two heading back to the city?”

“We are,” Venti answered. “The breeze told us Mondstadt would be especially lovely today.”

“And by breeze, he means he got bored and dragged me along,” you added with a playful roll of your eyes.

Venti gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “How dare you reveal my secret agenda! Now I’ll have to serenade you twice as much to win your forgiveness!”

Paimon floated between you all with a sigh. “You two are so mushy sometimes… but it’s kinda cute, not gonna lie.”

Aether chuckled under his breath, then offered, “We were just thinking of grabbing lunch at Good Hunter. Wanna join us?”

You glanced at Venti, and he smiled softly, brushing a bit of hair from your cheek. “Sounds delightful. What do you think, love?” He asked you.

“Sure! Lunch sounds perfect.”

Now, back to the present. Venti had planned to spend some alone time with you. The encounter with the two companions may have some changes in plans, but that didn’t mean he would stop admiring you. 

With the four of you settled beneath the shade of a veranda, you and Venti sat side by side with your shoulders pressed together. He leaned in as he spoke, whispering playful little comments that only you could hear, and teasing you with half-finished lines and exaggerated pouts. Your laughter bubbled up more than once, and each time it did, Venti’s eyes sparkled.

Aether tried to keep the conversation going. From talking about commissions to new monster sightings, but his gaze kept flicking between the two of you. Your entwined hands resting on the table, the way Venti’s fingers lightly traced yours as you listened to the Traveler’s stories with a faint smile, it’s hard to feign ignorance.

Even Paimon, usually chatty and animated, had gone unusually quiet. When you felt Venti’s gaze on you when the two companions had gone silent all of a sudden, he just smirked and twirled your hair around his finger without a word. Paimon watched the couple with a blank and deadpan expression.

Fortunately, the meals arrived, ceasing Venti’s nonstop flirtatious antics. But it didn’t end there. Goodness, no. 

When your eyes glanced at Venti’s honeyed apple tart, your lover immediately caught on to it. He didn’t hesitate to slice a piece and held the fork up to your lips.

You blinked, then reluctantly leaned forward, taking the sweet tart on your lips. Venti’s small smirk hadn’t faltered yet as he rested his chin onto his palm and watched you quietly chew with warm cheeks. It was as if he were deliberately trying to make Aether and Paimon uncomfortable, letting them be third wheels in what was clearly a romantic date.

“So, uh… how’s things going on—“

“Mind if I try yours?” Venti cut off Paimon, ignoring their stares as he looked at you expectantly. 

But he didn’t care. All he wanted was to jump on you and kiss and bite your cheeks if you didn’t stop being so adorable.

Paimon’s face turned to one of disgust and annoyance at the bard’s rude interruption. How did you even end up falling for him? What was so appealing about him? How did he even manage to get the heart of Mondstadt’s sweetheart? 

While Paimon was busy internally cursing Venti, you scooped up the sliced Meatnado and brought the fork close to Venti’s lips. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, a small smile tugging at the corners as the flavours of the meat sparked in his tongue with each chew. 

You giggled and put the utensil down to wipe off the small sauce on his lips with a napkin. Venti gazed at you with loving eyes, taking in every little detail about you that made him fall for you all over again. He felt so lucky to have you. It was almost like you were sent to him by Celestia.

“So, how did it taste?” you asked.

“Hmm, your cooking tastes better.”

“Venti!”

You lightly smacked his arm, glaring at him with a red face. “Don’t say that here! It’s rude to give comments like that when we’re eating here!”

“I’m just being honest!” Venti pouted and raised his hands in the air in mocking defense. His eyes softened when he saw your flustered state. He cupped your face and turned it so you were facing him. Your gaze locked with his, making you feel flustered even more.

Venti leaned forward and gave you a kiss on your cheek. His hand caressed the other side, rubbing soft circles. You placed your hand over his, feeling his warmth spread through your body.

Paimon watched the two lovebirds being affectionate, her eyes deadpan and twitching as one tiny hand held her fork against the honey roast. Aether chewed, doing his best to ignore the hearts being smacked right at his face.

You and Venti were really into the moment that you forgot Paimon and Aether were there.

The Honorary Knight sighed and turned to Paimon. The fairy grumbled and looked at him with the same disgusted and tired face. 

“I don’t think I’m in the mood to eat…” she mumbled. “Bringing them here together was a mistake,” she added, only for her to earn a glare from her companion. 

Fortunately, you two were too in love to hear her remark. If Venti had heard that, he would’ve flung Paimon with a snap of his finger while your attention was elsewhere. Instead, she busied herself chomping on the delicious food. Might as well eat this all up when they have paid for this meal. Paimon didn’t like to waste such good food.

Aether glanced back at the couple, only to be smacked by multiple hearts again, this time it increased by a tenfold he was close to drowning from being a third wheel upon hearing Venti flirting with you and you giggling. 

The bard rested his elbow against the wooden table and placed his chin on his palm as his other hand twirled your hair around his index finger. He leaned close and whispered to your ear, earning him another one of your lighthearted chuckles as you pushed his shoulder away. Venti smirked and continued playing with your hair as you brought the fork to his mouth once more.

Oh, to be in love… 

Diluc (Angel’s Share)

The small bell ringing across the tavern’s door caused the red-haired bartender to shift his attention from the glass he was cleaning. Upon seeing your face, he let out a relieved sigh.

“You finally came. He’s over there, passed out.” Diluc said, flicking his eyes over to the green-clad person asleep on the wooden table.

You gave him a grateful nod and carefully treaded to the sleeping figure. Gently, you nudged Venti’s shoulder.

“Love? Wake up, it’s getting late.”

The bard softly groaned as his fingers twitched. Then, his head lifted sluggishly, tousled hair swaying as he blinked his glassy teal eyes at you.

“Darling…?” he slurred with a slow smile before suddenly lurching toward you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nearly stumbled backward as he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the skin in sloppy, affectionate kisses. “Mmm, I missed you sooo much,” he mumbled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his lips found your pulse.

“Venti, not here…” you scolded gently, hands pushing at his shoulders in an attempt to pry him off. “People are watching.”

“But I missed you…” He whined, lifting his head and puckering his lips. “Can’t I show my love to you in front of everyone?”

He leaned in, clearly aiming for a kiss. You quickly placed your palm over his mouth before he could get any closer.

“Not like this, sweetheart,” you murmured with a small sigh.

Venti blinked, eyes unfocused and adorably confused. With a gentle tug, you led him back to the seat he had abandoned in his excitement and eased him into the chair.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll ask Diluc for some water.”

As you moved to the bar and requested a glass, Venti leaned forward with his arms out like a child demanding to be held. The moment you returned, he pulled you close again. This time, he rested his head on your chest with a sigh of contentment as you wrapped your arms around him, cradling him like a fussy toddler.

“There, there… you’re okay now,” you cooed softly and took off his beret. Your fingers stroked through his messy locks while he nuzzled against you.

“[Name]…” he mumbled, voice muffled into your collar, “I really, really love you. I wanna marry you and live together forever…”

You let out a soft chuckle as you continued brushing his hair. “We’re already married, silly.”

You held up your hand and showed him your ring where it sparkled faintly in the tavern’s lighting.

Venti squinted at it then pouted.

“Then… I wanna marry you twice. No—thrice!”

You laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “You can marry me as many times as you want. But only if you sober up first.”

He groaned dramatically and buried his face back into your chest.

“…That’s so much work…”

Diluc walked to your table and silently slid the glass of water toward you with a dry, unamused look.

You smiled and mouthed a silent thank you.

It took almost forever to get Venti to sober, but at least his mind was halfway clear. He was no longer swaying, though he stubbornly remained nestled against your chest like a clingy cat. His fingers were laced with yours beneath the table, and his thumb occasionally brushed affectionately over your ring.

Still tipsy, he sometimes muttered and whispered sweet nothings to you, but the silence, together with your hand brushing his hair, was the best feeling he ever had. Just basking in your presence and letting your words drift in his ears like a lullaby, it almost made him fall asleep.

All was peaceful to ease Venti’s drunken state, until some patrons from a few tables away let out a wheezy laugh.

“Aww, look at the bard! All cuddled up like a baby bird with his missus!”

“Should we get you a bottle or a pacifier, Venti?” another chimed in.

A few others laughed, clanking their mugs together. One even mimicked a kissing noise. The teasing was good-natured and the usual drunken shenanigans. Venti, however, froze.

Still clinging to you, he lifted his head with a dazed, mildly irritated squint toward the laughing crowd. “Hah…? A baby bird, was it…?”

You stiffened, already recognizing the sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Before you could stop him, Venti sat up straighter with his brows furrowed together. “I’ll show them who’s a baby bird.”

Then, without warning, he cupped your face in both hands and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Your breath caught as he kissed you right there in the open. His lips pressed hungrily against yours, and he tilted your chin just right, coaxing a little noise from you as his fingers wove into your hair. 

Gasps erupted around the tavern. A few clapped, some whistled in amusement, and one let out a scandalized woah.

You barely managed to push him back as your face burned hot. “Venti!”

He turned over his shoulder, drunkenly glaring at them before shouting, “And for your information, good sir, this is my wife. And I love her more than your wife loves you!”

The words were slurred and a bit incomprehensible, but the message? It was loud and clear. No one could ever mishear him.

You covered your face with your hand. You were too stunned, too flustered to even scold him.

But the crowd loved it.

Cheers erupted from every corner. Some raised their mugs and howled with laughter. Others began slapping their tables, hyping him up even more. It only took one bold voice to start the chant:

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

And suddenly, half the tavern was joining in. The chanting and noises were like a rowdy festival. You felt bad that the loud ruckus inside the tavern might have disturbed the other houses nearby.

Venti rubbed his lips with his sleeves and gently took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up. 

The tavern held its breath.

Chairs scraped. Mugs stilled mid-air. Some leaned over their tables to get a better view. A few even stood, their eyes wide, waiting for the moment your lips would meet again.

“Is he actually going to…?”

“No way…”

“Oh my archons, someone paint this—”

Venti slowly leaned in. The gap was closing in… Just a little closer—

Clink.

The sound of glass slamming against wood snapped like thunder through the air.

"Alright, that’s it."

Diluc’s voice cut clean through the commotion and all heads turned. The tavern owner’s crimson eyes glowed with irritation.

“Out.”

You and Venti froze, his lips still hovering inches from yours.

Diluc’s eye twitched. “Out. Both of you. Now.”

Venti blinked, clearly still tipsy and confused. “But—but I haven’t kissed my darling wife yet—”

“Get. Out.”

The tavern door slammed shut a moment later.

Outside, the night air was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the chaos behind you. You had to drag Venti out by the arm, and he stumbled slightly, pushing you back until you were pinned between him and the wall.

He turned to you with a dreamy sigh. “I was so close…”

You huffed and glared at him. “You made a scene.”

“I made a statement,” he corrected proudly, snuggling into your shoulder. “Also, you’re welcome. Everyone now knows I love you. A lot.”

He nipped your neck and chuckled when you yelped, feeling him suck at the skin there.

“Venti…” you warned, placing your hands firmly on his chest to push him back, but he didn’t budge. His body leaned heavily against yours, and his arms circled your waist.

“Come on, admit it. You enjoyed it when I kissed you there, sweetheart~” He nuzzled his cheek against yours, his hands sliding over your sides and caressing your body. “Or maybe you want more than a kiss?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Kiss me again and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

He raised both of his hands in surrender. “Not the couch. Anything but the couch, my love.”

[anime-grimmy-art]

I got blindsided by Alhaitham's bday, so I went into a frenzy and churned this out in a day.

I could just have made a really simple drawing but noooo, I had to do a comic with freaking geometry/background, I hate myself

Anyways, happy birthday Mr. Scribe, I will pull for you one day and reunite you with your hubby!!

[littlest-w01f]

Home Celebration

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: It is your love's birthday, you decide to do something special and intimate for the two of you

Cw: Cute fluffy stuff, very self indulgent, nudity

a/n: IT'S HUBBY'S BDAY YAAAHAHHHHDJJSIENDKENDKSNDKSM TIME TO PARTYYYYYY WOOO HOOO also the card is what I would've sent if it didn't have a 60 character limit. Fic on Ao3

As the big day was here, you couldn't contain your excitement. You had been secretly planning Sylus' birthday for weeks now, determined to make it a memorable one. Evening light spread through the curtains as you bustled around the kitchen in the N109 zone, carefully arranging the colorful cupcakes you had spent hours decorating with intricate swirls of frosting and edible glitter. A delicate cake stood proudly on the counter, adorned with a majestic dragon and a mischievous kitten playing together, a whimsical design that perfectly captured both you and Sylus.

It was the day before his birthday, so he was asleep, giving you the full space to set everything up for when he woke around night.

You folded a handmade card you had written and kept it gingerly in a basket, placing the cupcakes on a spiral stand. The cake in the center.

You heard Mephisto caw at you, and you turned to smiled, "Does it look good, Mephie?" You asked the mechanical crow.

Mephisto let out a series of caws, sounding quite like a real crow, in response to your question. His shiny black body glinted in the soft evening light as he flitted around the festive arrangement, his beady red optics scanning every detail with interest. After completing his inspection, Mephisto landed gracefully on the edge of the spiral cupcake stand, tilting his head to regard the colorful treats.

"I'll take that as a yes." You said, gently stroking the smooth metal feathers along the crow's back.

"Ah, just me and the bird my boyfriend uses to stalk me preparing for his birthday." You smiled, moving around, setting the used utensils in the sink to wash.

Your hands moved deftly as you tidied up the kitchen, the clink of dishes in the sink providing a soothing background melody. Despite the late hour, a warm glow emanated from within you, a sense of contentment and anticipation for the special day ahead. As you scrubbed away at a stubborn stain, your mind wandered to happy memories with Sylus, lazy Sundays curled up reading together, lively nights filled with laughter and music, listening to his vinyl, quiet moments of tender affection.

A sudden realization made you pause, a small smile playing on your lips. It struck you then, how much this whole elaborate celebration felt like a declaration of sorts, a statement of the depth of your feelings for him. You thought about all the little gestures, the personal touches, the way you'd poured your heart into making this day unforgettable.

As you cleaned, you heard the shower turn on from your shared room above, you smiled at Mephisto, "He's up."

"Oh... This is it." With a mix of nervousness and exhilaration, you placed the glass dome over the elaborately decorated cupcakes and cake, sealing in the sweet aromas and vibrant colours. Stepping back, you took a moment to admire your handiwork, a swell of pride and love filling your chest. This was more than just a birthday celebration, it represented the culmination of your emotions, a tangible expression of your feelings for Sylus.

As the sound of the shower continued from upstairs, you couldn't help but imagine him emerging, fresh and clean, ready to be surprised by your thoughtful preparations. The anticipation built, your pulse quickening slightly as you mentally rehearsed the reveal. You glanced at Mephisto, who cocked his mechanical head, as if sensing your eagerness.

With a deep breath, you began ascending the stairs, each step echoing softly in the still, now night, air.

You looked at your phone, a few hours till midnight, till his birthday, he'd slept longer tonight. You smiled, looking around his room, seeing the silhouette of his form in the steamed shower.

As you entered Sylus' bedroom, the steam from the shower created a hazy veil, obscuring most of his form. However, the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders against the foggy glass told you he was still under the soothing spray. You tiptoed closer, drawn to the sight of him, even partially hidden. His tall, lean frame seemed to exude a quiet strength, a robust beauty that always left you breathless.

This moment, watching him in such intimate repose, felt almost sacred. You decided to savour it, to commit the image to memory, a treasured snapshot of the man you loved.

As silent as you could, you entered the bathroom, leaving your electronics behind as you entered the bathroom, eyes fixed on his form as he ran his hand through his wet hair under the spray, his back flexing, you couldn't tear your eyes away as they went down, to the curve of his ass, to his thick thighs.

Your gaze traced the lines of his powerful physique, drinking in the sight of his toned muscles rippling beneath his skin as the water cascaded over him. The way his broad shoulders sloped into a narrow waist, the tantalizing curve of his rear, the solid mass of his thighs, every contour seemed etched specifically to drive you wild with desire.

Despite your best efforts to remain discreet, you found yourself subtly shifting, angling your body to better appreciate the view without being too obvious. The heat from the shower enveloped you, and for a fleeting instant, you considered joining him, letting the warm water melt away the chill of uncertainty that had settled in your core. But you resisted the temptation, knowing this moment was meant to be a surprise.

"Are you done admiring and ready to join me, kitten?" Sylus purred, turning his head to look at you, a smirk on his face.

Before you could answer you felt his evol grab you by the waist, pulling you in the stream, drenching your clothes.

A startled yelp escaped your lips as Sylus' strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly pulling you under the torrential spray. Water soaked through your clothing, warming you to the bone, yet you couldn't help but giggle at the sudden, playful intrusion into your daydreaming.

Sylus' smug grin only widened as he held you close, his large hands splayed across your lower back. "Caught you staring, did I?" He teased, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the shower.

As the warm droplets pounded against your skin, you felt your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "M-maybe a little," you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the water. "But I couldn't help myself. You're just so... distracting."

When he noticed the shower landed directly on your face, he turned you both together so that his shoulder protected you from the harsh spray. "Now that you're here... Let's make the most of it," Sylus finished, his words dripping with innuendo as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The steamy atmosphere, the sensation of his hard body pressed against yours, the lingering taste of his mouth on yours, it all conspired to ignite a fire within you, a hunger that only he could satisfy.

As his tongue delved past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth, you felt your knees weaken, your resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his passion. Your hands slid up his slick torso, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair as you lost yourself in the embrace, the world narrowing down to the two of you, entwined in the steamy cocoon of the shower.

"Sy..." You sighed, leaning into the kiss, hand lacing in his damp hair, "Ha-happy Birthday, baby..."

"Mmm, thanks kitten," Sylus murmured against your lips, his voice roughened by desire. "Though I think we can make this a birthday celebration neither of us will ever forget."

His hands roamed your curves, fingertips grazing the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath to caress the warm, damp skin beneath. "I've got a present for you too," he added, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. "And it's not something you can wrap up and put under the tree."

"I'm supposed to get you gifts... Not the other way." You smiled, reaching for his shampoo, lathering some in your hands. "Come here..."

Instead of coming closer, Sylus sank to his knees before you, the move putting him at eye level with your waistline. His intense gaze met yours as he waited for you to begin washing his hair, a subtle smile playing on his lips. The position allowed him to gaze up at you adoringly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

As you worked the shampoo into his white locks, your fingers massaging his scalp, Sylus let out a contented sigh. "This feels amazing, kitten," he breathed, nuzzling into your touch. "Maybe you should start charging for these massages."

The intimate act sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't resist leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo mingled with the dampness of the shower. "Consider it a birthday gift,"

Your heart ached with love for the man kneeling in front of you, you smiled as you continued to pamper him.

As you rinsed the shampoo from Sylus' hair, your fingers lingered on his scalp, savoring the sensation of his skin beneath your touch. The tender gesture spoke volumes about the depth of your affection for him. In that moment, surrounded by the misty veil of the shower, it felt as though nothing else existed except the two of you, lost in the intimacy of the act.

Sylus gazed up at you, his eyes shining with gratitude and adoration. "Thank you, kitten," he whispered, his voice filled with love. "You always know just how to make me feel special."

Emotion welled up inside you, threatening to spill over. You bent down, pressing your forehead against his, the steam from the shower making a soft background.

With his gentle strength, Sylus scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom. The cool air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across your exposed skin. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tight.

Once in his room, he set you down on the plush couch, quickly retrieving a large, fluffy towel from the linen closet. Sylus began drying you off, his skilled hands rubbing the terrycloth over your skin in soothing circles. You closed your eyes, revelling in the warmth of the towel and the gentle care of his touch.

You shed your wet clothes as you watched him dry himself. "Wear something good..." You smiled up at him.

Sylus raised a brow at you, "Something planned, huh, kitten?" Sylus' eyes sparkled with intrigue as he listened to your suggestion, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I think I have just the thing," he purred, disappearing into his closet.

Minutes later, he emerged wearing a fitted black dress shirt, the fabric clinging to his muscular torso. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his forearms. Dark jeans hugged his hips, topped with a crimson jacket over his shoulders and polished leather boots completed the ensemble. As he strode towards you, you couldn't help but drink in the sight of him, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

The vibrant crimson hue of the dress you wore accentuated your complexion, drawing attention to your features and the sparkle in your eyes. The knee-length hem flared out around your figure, creating a flattering silhouette that highlighted your curves. Delicate lace trim adorned the neckline, adding a touch of femininity to the otherwise sleek design.

As you stood there, radiating a captivating blend of innocence and allure, Sylus approached you, his gaze roaming appreciatively over your form. "Kitten, you look absolutely stunning," he breathed, his voice low and husky with admiration. "That colour suits you perfectly."

He reached out, tracing a finger along the curve of your hip, his touch igniting a spark of desire within you. "Now what have you planned?"

You smiled, pulling him with you downstairs, to the decorated kitchen, "Happy birthday!" You presented with a "ta-da" hand gesture.

Sylus' eyes widened in delight as he took in the festive scene before him. The kitchen was transformed into a veritable wonderland, every surface adorned with vibrant red balloons, twinkling fairy lights, and colorful streamers. The air was heavy with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods, and the centerpiece - a magnificent cake topped with a fondant dragon and kitten duo - caught his attention immediately.

"AH! Sweetie, this is incredible!" Sylus exclaimed, spinning around to face you, his expression a beautiful mix of surprise and joy. "You really outdid yourself!"

He pulled you into a fierce hug, burying his face in your hair as he inhaled deeply, savoring the moment. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeated, his voice muffled against your skin. "This means the world to me."

"Wait... There's more!" You smiled as you reached into the basket pulling out a popper. You twisted it, making sparkles pop out.

As the colourful sparks rained down, Sylus laughed with unbridled delight, clearly enjoying the whimsical surprise.

When the last sparkler fizzled out, leaving a trail of glitter on the countertop, Sylus turned back to you, his gaze soft with affection. "Oh, kitten, you're going to spoil me rotten," he teased, reaching out to playfully tug at a strand of your hair.

You pulled and held up the card you'd made. You opened it, clearing your throat, you looked over the words you had written for him, a flush rising on your cheeks, "Umm... I wrote you something... You read it..."

Sylus' eyes softened with tenderness as he took the card from your trembling hands, his fingers brushing against yours in a reassuring touch. He unfolded the paper, his gaze scanning the handwritten words with a reverence that made your heart swell. He began to read, "Happy Birthday, Sy, I can't believe you just told me when it was while even Luke and Kieran don't even know it. I send all of them away so your birthday date doesn't get spoiled."

He looked up from the paper, and then said his own thing, "Well, of course, I'd tell you anything. Nothing of mine should be a secret to you, sweetie."

Sylus continued, his voice low and heartfelt, "From the moment I met you, I knew you were someone special. Your kindness, your generosity, your unwavering support - it's been an inspiration to me every single day. You make me want to be a better person, I'm so grateful to have you by my side, kitten."

He looked down at your card again, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "I love you more than words can express, Sy. You're my home, my safe haven, my partner in every sense of the word. You're my dragon who's kept my heart captive and I never want you to let me go."

"The thought of you away from me makes my heart hurt, I want nothing more than to be with you forever, lost in your arms. You bring me comfort I never thought possible, you make me forget all the bad in my life. You are one of the few good things in it, when I'm with you, I know I have a soul I can count on. I enjoy our time together more than anything. I love being yours."

He stepped closer to you, looking deep into your eyes, "Oh, sweetie, you're the one who owns my heart. And this Dragon will never let his Dragon Li go. No matter what. You gave me your heart and I'm keeping it."

Your breathing hitched at his words. Sylus' declaration hung in the air between you, heavy with promise and devotion. His intense gaze held yours captive, the depth of his feelings evident in the burning intensity of his stare. You felt like you were drowning in those oceanic eyes, suffocating under the weight of his love.

Slowly, deliberately, Sylus reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek in a feather-light caress. The gentle touch sent shivers racing down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you leaned into his palm.

"I need you, kitten," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He knelt on one knee in front of you, pulling a velvet box from his jacket.

You gasped, seeing the box, "Sy..." Your eyes stay on that box, heart hammering so quick you could hear it in your ears.

When he opened it, there was a candy ring pop inside. And with that, the moment between you changed.

Sylus chuckled at your reaction, a mischievous glint in his eye as he revealed the unexpected contents of the velvet box. The candy ring pop sparkled in the light, its bright colors a playful contrast to the formal setting.

"Well, I figured since you already have my heart, I might as well give you something sweet to go with it," He quipped, his grin infectious. "Besides, I thought this would be a fun twist."

He popped the ring into your hand, his fingers brushing against yours once more. The sugary treat was surprisingly heavy, the weight of it a physical representation of the promises and commitments it symbolized.

"Oh my god..." You gasped looking at the ring pop, set on your ring finger "I THOUGHT YOU WERE PROPOSING!"

Sylus chuckled from where he was on his knee, "Oh I plan to." He stood up, close, your body pressed against his, "But when I do, It'll be my moment. And mine alone."

Sylus' words sent a thrill through you, his proximity and the promise of a future proposal igniting a fire within your soul. You leaned in, your lips hovering mere inches from his as you searched his eyes for any hint of deception or hesitation. Finding none, you melted into him, your mouth claiming his in a passionate kiss.

As your tongues danced, Sylus' strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart, mirroring the frantic pace of your own. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intoxicating embrace of love.

When you pulled away, you brought up the ring pop to suck on, pointing to the cupcakes, "Try it!" You said through the candy.

Sylus grinned, amused by your playful suggestion. He plucked the ring pop from your lips, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on the sweet candy. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he savored the flavor, a satisfied hum escaping him.

"Mmm, not bad," he murmured, handing the ring pop back to you. "Although, I think I prefer the taste of you." His words were laced with suggestive undertones, a clear invitation for further exploration.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sylus reached for a cupcake, popping it into his mouth and closing his eyes in blissful enjoyment. Crumbs dusted his lips, which you promptly licked clean with a teasing flick of your tongue.

With a smile you placed a candle in the cake, "How old are you turning again? 29? 300? 600?" You asked teasingly.

Sylus chuckled at your jest, shaking his head in amusement. "Just 29, kitten. Though I suppose I'd be quite ancient." he joked, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he brushed a stray curl behind your ear. "But with you by my side, I feel younger than ever. You keep me young, kitten. Keep me alive."

"Sap." You playfully hit his bicep. Lighting up the candle. "Here. Make a wish."

Sylus captured your hand, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin of your inner wrist as he peered at the flickering candle flame. For a moment, he simply breathed in the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting from the cake, savoring the intimate atmosphere.

Then, with a soft smile, he closed his eyes and made his silent wish, his free hand finding yours and intertwining their fingers. The warmth of his grasp seeped into your skin, a tangible reminder of the unbreakable bond you shared.

When he opened his eyes again, they shone with a quiet contentment, his gaze locked onto yours. "Whatever comes next, kitten, I'm exactly where I want to be. Right here, with you."

He cut a piece of the cake, his evol lifted the piece, keeping it over your lips as he brought down his head do kiss the dessert between you both.

The moist, velvety texture of the cake melded with the sweetness of Sylus' lips as he fed you the decadent treat. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. The intimate act felt almost sensual, a private language spoken only between the two of you.

As you savored the flavors, Sylus' eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a smoldering intensity that hinted at the desires simmering just below the surface. The air between you crackled with electricity, each heartbeat pulsing with the promise of untold pleasures waiting to be explored.

In that moment, the rest of the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of forbidden passion and the knowledge that nothing could ever come between you again.

[zalifur-malphas]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVELY HUSBAND MUAH MUAH

FINALLY ART SORRY FOR THE LACK OF ART, COLLGE BUSY ME SAD SAD BUT I AINT MISSING MY HUBBY'S BDAY NO SIR

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