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lovely-rubeum · 1 year

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affirming word.

your first argument with al haitham is one you are sure you’ll never forget. not because of his piercing words and the cold way he stares back at you, but because of his desperate reassurance. the soft way he held you as apologies were uttered, and the gentle way he cared for every tear you shed.

a/n: waah this is my first fic on this account !! cheers ^^

w/c: ~1.5k

warnings: not proof read (im lazy my bad) mentions of arguments, insecurities. hurt/comfort

al haitham has been in maybe, one relationship before this one, you gather. there’s a certain coarseness to the way he approaches love and being in love with you that bleeds with lack of experience. it is not a slight against him, in fact, you’d consider it the furthest from that. you are honored to have been so cherished by someone who claims to not have time for trivial things. if al haitham is good at one thing, beyond mathematics or research or memorization, it is making you feel like you are not and will never be “trivial” to him. he remembers every date, he recalls every small detail, and he does everything he can, even in his busy schedule to make time for you. because you are the one he chose, and you are beyond his preconceptions about the usefulness and reason for “falling in love,” or other trifling activities.

so, when he calls you just that -- useless and pointless and trivial, it stings. and it stings for more than an hour, after the silence has settled in your shared living space and dinner has gone cold. it stings every time he looks at you, unable to control his cold and calculating frustration. even by the time said frustration is no longer directed at you but at himself for getting caught up -- for the escalation to petty insults rather than progress towards a natural solution. even as you both stand up and say you’re sorry for hurting each other and promise to listen and care. you are still left stinging. you ache all over, even as you lie in bed with him, his warm arms pulling your form close as you both whisper declarations of retreat, compromise, and love. you close your eyes and take in his scent, woody, almost a bit musky and just a twinge reminiscent of a well kept library. you would find solace here, but you cannot help but ache. your eyes sting with salt and self-admonishment as you sleep, feeling as though the two of you are left further apart than you were before.

it’s been several days now. the sounds of the bustling streets and the near silence of the akademia’s halls do nothing to comfort your still stirring heart. you see al haitham every day, you tell him you love him every day (because you do, and you’ll be damned before the aftermath of a finished argument tells you that you do not). he echoes the same, but still you think

trivial? were you nothing but pointless and foolish? did your beloved boyfriend, in times of distress, think of you as the very things he swore not to make you feel you were? it hurts to feel distant from him, but you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. in fact, you think it’s better that he hasn’t noticed. he’s a busy, busy man. and, really, he shouldn't be worried about something as frivolous as the way you feel about a pain that’s passed silently for days. you’ll get over it, because you’ve already talked and you love him and that should be enough.

but you forget, that al haitham, while not a fool, is foolishly in love with you. he is a man that gets what he needs and what he wants and when there are obstacles in his path he devises clear plans to avoid them. the only thing he would readily admit to making mistakes over is you. you and your smile that lights up his entire world, you and the way you care for him and challenge his mind in the most electrifying way. you who holds him as he sinks into the depths of his mind, and you who promises him eternity, irrational as that may be. so when you distance yourself, drowning in your own hurt, al haitham is planning. your wounds are like aching scars on his back. prickling with pain and a reminder of his failing, not to himself, but his failing to provide you with the world as you deserve. he sits in his office, stiff and cautious. what on earth could it be that has sent you away from him? what sort of thorns have coated your heart and how should he cut through them to get to you?

you don’t think much of it, when you’re called into al haitham’s office today. you expect nothing more than an update about his findings. you’ll walk in, say hello, chat for a time until you realize you’ve veered off course and then you’ll depart with timid “i love you”s and you’ll stare into the silence as you hope for the short moment to lift your heart the way it had before it was wounded. you do not expect to see him staring anxiously at the door as you enter. you do not expect him to run a hand through his pretty gray hair and quietly ask you a question.

“could you lock the door?” you do, but you’re holding your breath. dread floods your veins and you cannot help but feel intimidated as he stands and approaches you. in an attempt to flee from your racing mind and heart, you change the subject.

“hi, dear. did you need something? i should have given you the report from—” you’re silenced by the worried look on his face. it’s a foreign expression, one where his shining, always focused eyes dart around you with a mixture of something like fear and hurt, and one where his built arms hang awkwardly at his sides as he figures out what to say first.

“there’s something wrong,” he starts. your breath hitches and you’re forced to break eye contact. al haitham frowns. “please don’t do that. please look at me.” the plea hurts your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to do just that. you try to wave it off.

“there’s nothing—” but the shake in your voice betrays you. he waits for you to open up. for you to take the first step, because your comfort is his priority, but you can tell with the tension in the air that he will cut through if you do not. al haitham gets what he needs, and what he needs more than life is your happiness. you’re sure of that now, as you look back at his expression, endlessly full of concern for you. you can’t bring yourself to lie anymore. “okay, maybe there is something.”

“may i inquire?” he says it so timidly you’d think he’s another person. you can’t stop yourself from sighing.

“i just… it’s stupid. i don’t think it’s worth making a big deal. i’ll be over it soon.” the deadpan look on his face says otherwise.

“you have been… apart from your usual self. for longer than three nights. i’m worried about you.” al haitham’s admission is shaking, but resolute. his soothing voice quakes just the slightest bit, but he refuses to back down. you cave at his look, just as you always do.

“i‘m just… still hurt. over what you said, when we argued? i didn’t want you to feel bad since we already moved on from the problem but i keep thinking about it and hearing it in my head. you called me trivial.” al haitham pauses, as if recounting the event. you continue. “i know you probably didn’t mean it, but i can’t help but think that maybe…”

“stop,” he says with a gentleness reserved only for you. he places his hands gently on your shoulders while silently asking for permission in his gaze to pull you close. you nod, and suddenly his hand is patting the back of your head softly, as if you’re the most cherished being in the universe itself.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears as he holds you close and admits fault. he pulls away slightly, but only to dry your tears with his thumb.

“you are everything to me. and it was only foolish of me to have allowed things to progress to this point. i would move mountains and slay the worst of foes just to see you happy. i have taken away part of your smile, even for a second. and for that i am so sorry.”

there is a tenderness in his eyes. you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful expression if you tried, and it is then that you realize he is not used to wearing this expression. he is clumsy in the way he squeezes you, and although he is intelligent, he is also inept in maintaining his usual aloofness as he reassures you that you will never be a waste of his time. it is then too, that you notice the fear squandering his composure as he promises to love you for what may be the millionth time.

you relax and while you cry in his arms, you allow al haitham’s affirming word into your heart, never to be shaken again.

#al haitam x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham genshin #al haitham fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact hurt/comfort #he's kinda been living in my brain the past few days tbh #al haitham come be my math tutor challenge #unrelated to the fic. i just wanted to say #rue's love letters

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aakeysmash · 2 months

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Roommate or boss?

part 1, part 3, part 4

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: cursing, maybe a little bit of suggestive language.

Word count: 2079 words.

Having Katsuki as a roommate proved to be not that bad. He was almost never home apart from most evenings, and when he was home, he minded his own business.

It’s not like he didn’t acknowledge you to be under his same roof, he was a decent guy, even if he swore a lot.

After sleeping in the guest room for a month, he painted it like he said he would at the beginning, and it took him 3 days. He had to sleep on the couch to not inhale the fumes, and you heard him cursing every morning.

“Can you keep it down? Jeez, it’s 7 am” you say coming out of your room, having heard the commotion in the living room.

“You have to change this shit of a couch. My back hurts so fucking much. My feet don’t even fucking stay on the couch while I sleep ‘cause of how fucking small it is” he barks at you.

“Not my fault you’re big” you say yawning, while rubbing your eyes and going straight towards the coffee machine. You hated having early lectures.

He scoffs. You widen your eyes, shooting him a mean look.

“I meant to say you’re tall” you add.

“Huh? And what would even be the other meaning? Freak” he says flipping you off and sitting himself at the table.

“Whatever” you mumble, putting your coffee in a cup.

“Give me some” he says stretching his hand.

“Make it yourself, big guy” you reply, sticking your tongue out and going towards your own room.

“OI! And here I was about to make you breakfast in exchange” he loudly says.

You turn around and smile at him sweetly. “Roomieeee you didn’t have toooo” you say, trying to hug him.

You know he hates physical contact. He told you so after you accidentally touched his hand passing him the salt one day at dinner. He jumped out of his chair like he was burned by your touch.

“GET OFF OF ME YOU GREMLIN!”.

Meanwhile, things at work could be going better. Your manager came back the day after your talk with Kirishima, and saying that she was pissed off and nervous at the same time would be an understatement.

For the weeks after, she was nicer than she ever was with the clients, but meaner with you and your colleagues. Bitch.

One day you’re cleaning the milk machine when Momo comes behind you.

“I heard the boss came to know about her little escapades and he wasn’t happy” she whispers in your ear.

You throw her a sneaky look before admitting “it might be my fault”.

Momo gasps. “What? Why haven’t you told me anything?” she whisper yells now.

“Shh! It happened last month. You know the guy with the spikey red hair?” you ask her, and she nods.

“Apparently, he’s the boss’s right hand. He told me the boss needed her and I told him she left” you calmly explain.

“I hope she doesn’t come to know it was you who told him that. She’s already making our life a living hell” she sighs.

“Whatever” you say rolling your eyes. “I’m clocking out, see you tomorrow?”.

“As always, babe”.

While you’re going out, you shoot a text to your new roommate. You’re feeling lazy, but you don’t want to feel lazy alone.

You: ordering takeout right now. Do you want something?

Katsuki (roommate): who dis

You: Katsuki are you for real?

You: I’m your roommate

You: you didn’t even save my number?

Katsuki (roommate): wtv

Katsuki (roommate): get me wings

Katsuki (roommate): extra spicy

You: sorry, who’s this???

Katsuki (roommate): petty bitch

Katsuki (roommate): im locking the door

You: I’m calling the firefighters down the street and you’re gonna pay for the new door then

Katsuki (roommate): just get me fkn wings woman

You roll your eyes. This man is insufferable.

“What are you doing Saturday night?” you say while munching on your chips on the couch.

Katsuki is cooking dinner for the both of you. He’s been living with you for the past 4 months now. You’ve grown accustomed to his antics, and he’s done the same with yours. For example, he knew how you tended to overcook his eggs. And since he hated that, he cooked them himself, just like he was doing right now.

“Hopefully not seeing your ugly face” he grumbles. He watches you over his shoulder and puckers his lips. “Why are you so fucking disgusting? I always find crumbs of everything on that fucking couch”.

You roll your eyes. “Just answer the question, Bakugou”.

“Not gonna be home. I have to run errands at work. You bringing some scum over? I’m not cleaning stains on top of your shitty crumbs on that couch”.

He’s not paying attention to what you do anymore, cutting up vegetables.

“And I’m the disgusting one? Ew” you cringe. “Ochaco and I wanted to have girl’s night. It’s been a while since we’ve done that, but her roommates are at home”.

“Short girl, brown hair, round face?” He asks.

“Yeah”. You’re surprised he remembers, but it’s true that you’re basically always calling her.

“Don’t mind. When’s your next shift? You’re next on the “cleaning the bathroom” list”. He adds.

You barely ever talk about work: he said that he’s some type of accountant and he knows you’re some kind of barista. After all, you both don’t care about what the other does if you both still pay rent on time.

You like these little moments you have with him. They don’t happen that often, but it’s like you’re bonding over time. He doesn’t look like he thinks the same, though. Most of the time he voices that you’re “pissing him the fuck off with all your stupid fucking questions”.

“Tomorrow morning, and then on Sunday. It’s weird now that my ex-manager isn’t around anymore, our schedules are much more organised. I wonder why she got fired” you say thoughtful.

Katsuki stiffens up. Your manager has been fired the same week he fired Camie? Must be a coincidence, a lot of extras are shitty workers anyways. He shrugs it off.

He turns abruptly to face you and he scares you so bad you throw the chips in the bowl lying on your lap on your face. He laughs like a maniac.

“Why did you do that?! I get it, you’re a clean freak! Okay! I’ll clean the damn bathroom!” You angrily say.

“Curry is ready, rat” he says, wiping his tears.

“Great, now I’m a rat too?”. Katsuki has this bad habit of always forgetting names and just giving everyone mean nicknames.

“With all those cheese chips on your face? Yes, dumbass” and he starts laughing again.

“It’s all your fault!” you whine, and then help him set the table. You might be annoyed, but you know his curry is bomb.

You’re so happy to be free from Camie’s claws that you and Ochaco drink more than you normally do on Saturday night.

You’re both lying lazily on your bed when she’s telling you about her new boyfriend. He’s the same guy from that one physics assignment (which, by the way, you didn’t fail), and she calls him Deku.

“I swear you’d like him Y/N. He’s so shy, but his arms are so biteable” she dreamily sighs.

You look up at the ceiling before answering “and what’s the correlation between any of the statements you just made?”.

She throws you a punch. “Why are you lucid still? Just… blabber!” she complains.

You chuckle. “I’m so getting an aspirin for tomorrow morning, for both me and you. Just go under the covers and sleep while I’m gone, okay?”.

She nods and you stand up, wobbling towards your kitchen.

“You know, you still haven’t delved into how good or bad things are going with your new roommate” she suddenly says. “You know I need the details”.

You lean on the wall next to your door for some stability before thinking about it.

“He’s good, I guess. We talk here and there when we’re both home, he told me he’s enrolled in economy. He seems rough but he knows how to cook some bomb ass curry, so I’ll keep him” you sluggishly reply. Damn, you really drank too much.

“Yeah Y/N you’ve told me this much. But do you find him hot? Did any of you just enter the bathroom not knowing the other was in it?” your best friend mumbles.

“He locks the door before doing anything” you roll your eyes, then wince because it has hurt your head.

“He’s mean, but he takes the time to be a good roommate I guess? I’d like to know him more than he lets others know, yeah, but he’s not very talkative. To be honest, I think that he’s scared to let people in. I’m probably too invasive for him” you ramble on.

“Did you even hear what I said?” you ask after the silence stretches too long, but the only things replying to your question are your best friend’s snores.

You sigh, then continue going to your kitchen.

It takes a while for you to find the medicine, and when you do, you hear your front door being opened.

With your mind still hazy, you recognise Katsuki’s figure.

“Hi” you tell him.

“Hello? God, you reek. You’re becoming a rat more and more each day” he roughly says while getting his coat off and on the hanger.

“How was work?” you continue, ignoring his comment.

He looks you up and down. He thinks you look kinda cute with your cheeks tinted pink and your hair ruffled, but he’s really tired. “Good, mind your fucking business though. I’m gonna sleep”.

You look hurt for a second, then relax your features. He always answers this way.

You take a good look at him. The light that enters from the window behind your couch makes his face barely visible; with the moonlight as your only aid, you take a moment longer than usual to just stare at him. Broad, blonde, big shoulders, a light scowl on his face, red eyes that seem to follow your every move. Maybe, in his next life, he could be a hero.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re, like, really pretty?” you stumble out.

He looks at you like you’ve just said the dumbest thing ever.

“What the fuck are you saying? Just let me go to sleep and go do whatever the fuck you were doing before”.

“I said you look really fucking hot, Katsuki” you repeat, kind of annoyed. “It’s not like I asked you to cut your hand and offer your blood for a sacrifice, fuck. Why do you have to be so rude?” you spit out.

He’s surprised. “That’s not the words you used the first time. Pretty and hot don’t mean the same thing” he says, faking that he hasn’t heard your outburst, while stepping closer to you.

“Whatever” you mumble.

He stops in front of you. Maybe he’s been kind of rude lately because the situation at work hasn’t been the best. He fired Camie because he repeatedly heard she wasn’t capable of doing anything good on top of being mean to her colleagues, but finding another manager was stressing him out. He wanted to fire her as soon as he came to know her behaviour the first time, but Kirishima said neither of them had enough time to deal with her father. As much as this infuriated him, he was right. They were in their last year, and university wasn’t gonna finish itself.

You’re looking up at him with a scowl. “Let’s both go to sleep, m’kay? You don’t know what you’re saying” he says, nicer than any other time he talked to you. In the back of your mind, you notice he isn’t cursing anymore.

You keep on mumbling something and almost trip on your feet trying to get to your room.

You’re about to fall when he picks you up bridal style and goes to get you in your room himself.

Just before you fall asleep in his arms (how strong is he? He’s not even straining) you put your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks, sorry, I’m really drunk. I didn’t want to invade your privacy” you say.

He just shushes you up before telling you to sleep.

And just before you pass out, you notice he smells faintly like coffee.

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dazai-ritualist · 1 month

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FOOLISH ONE

— loving vox was bad for your health

— gn!reader, lazy fic im sorry, just feelings no plot at all, this is literally just all a collection of my love life, sorta yan!vox (for alastor), love triangle-ish, unrequited love, radiosilence

oh, how you loved vox. his charisma, his smooth voice, his charming personality; he drove you crazy. but, lord, how you wished he would talk to you.

every waking hour, he spends in his security room, hunting alastor like his prey. you care for him, why couldn’t he accept your love?

“vox!! i brought in dinner from that restaurant down the street, yw join?”

no response.

why wouldn’t he respond? it drove you crazy, checking your phone every minute of every day waiting for his response, did he simply not care? was there something more important? oh, how vox drove you up the wall, worrying about someone who did not love you back, it was bad for your health.

losing sleep over him, just waiting for that one response.

“im a bit busy, sorry.”

that’s it? that was the response you’ve been waiting all week for? you’re joking…

to turn off these feelings— you would sell your soul for it. you wish you didn’t love him, but seeing him and being close with him; it made your heart beat and your face flush.

all you wish is for closure. love or leave, just pick one.

god, alastor was mythic. his mystery, quite the appeal.

seeing him take care of the hotel, completely unaware of vox’s watching eyes. or did he know? did he mind?

would he mind if vox dated someone else? would he get jealous? angry? would alastor even care? god above, the temptation; to do all kinds of things with one unlucky sinner…

ah, he might just do it. rub it in alastor’s stupid face that he isn’t on alastor’s hook no more, that would be the sweetest vengeance to his greatest rival.

rival… he did hate alastor, right..? of course he did…

vox hated alastor, definitely. he was ugly, that haircut… absolutely abominable, who would consider even getting that haircut? and the way he refuses to use technology— is it cause of his own beliefs, or maybe it’s because of him? did he make alastor hate technology. oh, how annoying he could be…

agh, despite his irritation… he still misses alastor, how he took him in, and turned him into what he is today, what changed?

“ohh, alastor… i cannot wait to watch you get FUCKED.”

but,

did he really mean it?

ahh,

no, of course not.

how could he hate the man who made him as successful as he did today?

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southangel · 1 month

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hey babes! just discovered your page and im literally obsessed 😍 you are so talented and i love the works so far!

since you've already done one for kyle and kenny, would it be possible to get an nsfw alphabet for stan?

Stan Marsh NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: NSFW content, MDNI

Notes: Thank you!! These compliments have been making me so motivated lately. I’m SO sorry for taking so long on this, i’ve been so busy it’s crazy. Probably will be my last smut-related work in a while since i’m taking a small hiatus on them.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Stan would be caring after sex, but too tired to do a lot.

He’ll get you a cup of water and clean you up as much as he can, but after that he’ll probably just knock out on the spot.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Stan’s favorite body part for himself would be his mouth.

He can do so much with his mouth, and he uses it to his advantage every time.

For you, his favorite body part would be your eyes.

Stan loves how just by looking at your eyes, he can read so much emotion from everything that he’s doing to you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

Stan doesn’t care whether things get messy or not.

His cum would be a little thick, the easiest to stain as well.

Stan would not care where it gets. He prefers to cum inside of you, but your stomach or back is just fine.

Don’t swallow it, he’ll get really embarrassed..

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stan is pretty experimental, not too much though, but enough to want to try new things.

He’s always wanted you to try overstimulating him, but he would just get too embarrassed about it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Stan has some experience, but isn’t an expert at anything for sure, so you had a good first time with him.

He’s still getting the hang of things, even if it might take a while to remember everything that you like and don’t.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Stan does not care whatever position you choose, but he loves whenever you do his favorites.

He loves Cowgirl, he will cry at the thought of you straddling and riding him.

Does not mind spooning you at all, loves cuddle fucking for lazy days.

Stan would probably stray away from positions where he can’t see you well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Stan would be in the middle between serious and silly, not leaning towards any side.

It really just depends on how he’s feeling most of the time, but tries to lighten things up regardless.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Stan isn’t as well groomed, but it isn’t that bad.

Just short black hair, not that noticeable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Stan tries to be romantic, but fails horribly at it.

He isn’t sure how to portray his love for you in the best way, so he just wings it.

He does his best though, and you appreciate him for trying, even though he can be really awkward.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Stan will jack off, is not ashamed of it at all.

If he’s ever upset or moody while you aren’t there, he will resort to it.

Stan is pretty touch starved, so he might cry until you come back, just a bit.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Please talk to Stan dirty, he loves it.

It turns him on a lot, so do it.

Stan also doesn’t mind being marked a bit, even if it’s just a simple scratch or hickey.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom is a classic, but not his favorite.

Stan’s favorite location would be the shower.

Even if it can be space limiting, the sight of the water across your body just makes it so much better.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything could get Stan turned on, but he really just needs to get in the mood.

Whenever he thinks of past experiences with you two together, that’s already enough to turn him on.

Or just tight clothing, anything could work.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Stan is fine with degradation, but there’s a point where he stops liking it.

If you degrade him, don’t do it too far or he’ll genuinely get annoyed, don’t make it personal either.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves receiving.

Stan wants to give as well, but he can’t really handle his preferences when you’re handling him so nicely.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, for sure.

If he’s ever feeling really romantic, he’ll be more slow and sensual.

Stan fucks more than he makes love, which is why he’s more rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind quickies at all.

If Stan ever just needs a quick break or a little release of anger, quickies are his go to.

They’re quick and easy, perfect for when he’s in a rush.

Still likes proper sex a bit more, but there’s really no preference for him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to risks and experiments, depends what they are though.

Stan doesn’t mind leaving a door or two open, maybe a window, but probably won’t risk it with his parents.

It’s not like he really cared about them, he just wants to avoid Randy’s constant nagging.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

It depends on how influenced Stan is for how long he can last.

Normally does 2-3 rounds, can be 4 if he’s really eager.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think Stan would use toys on himself, or really own them.

Maybe he would own a few, but just for you.

He wouldn’t mind using a blindfold on you for fun, but then he won’t be able to see your eyes..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Stan loves teasing, not towards him.

He will scream and ignore you if you tease him, but he loves doing it to you so much.

He loves how he can make you react so much just by a few words, so it’s only natural that he wants to keep doing it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Definitely loud.

Stan does not care how loud he is or what sounds he makes, risks don’t concern him.

He says that it’s his way of showing how much he enjoys what you’re doing, yet he shuts you up when you’re loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I don’t think Stan would take off his hat during sex.

You can still touch his hair from under his hat, but he won’t take it off.

Don’t try taking it off, he’ll just get more aggressive.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

For Stan, I would say about 5.0 inches, 12.7 centimeters.

Would gain extra length when hard, not too much.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Stan loves you a lot, so he’s probably always excited.

To put it on a scale, I would say about 7/10, 7.5-8/10 on really good days.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gets super tired easily.

Don’t be surprised if Stan falls asleep before cleaning you up first, he doesn’t mean it!

He’ll try to do the best he can caring for you first though.

“I swear I can go for longer, you’re just stressing me out..”

#south park x reader #south park #south park x y/n #stan marsh x reader #south park smut #stan x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh smut

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cummin-n-cryin · 1 year

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How do yput hink yandere malleus/vil and azul reacting with a afab reader topping them? 🤔

Im sorry im such a sucker for sub character :(((

~Thank you for your request!

Put Them In Their Place

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Malleus + Vil + Azul x afab!reader

Tw: Yandere, afab reader, Nsfw, kidnapping, obsession, lemme know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 286 + 320 + 292

Side Note: I love your request thx you~♡ Sry for taking so long! This is a bit short but I hope this was okay!

~Malleus Draconia~

Malleus doesn't mind.

In fact, he is glad that you're so willing to copulate with him. He was worried that you'd never return his affections. You seemed quite stressed after he took you from Ramshackle and whisked you away to your new home with him, so it is quite the relief to see you feeling better.

Either way, he's yours just as much as you are his. So yes, you may top him.

Depending on what type of top you are he'll have varying reactions.

If you're on the softer side his heart will warm at any compliments you give to him, to be praised by someone he loves so dearly makes him beyond happy. He also enjoys a slower pace, it gives him enough time to really commit this moment to memory.

If you're on the rougher side, he'll definitely be a bit surprised but he's a powerful fae. He doesn't really worry about you hurting him too much, mostly because you can't. Though, do keep in mind he's not the biggest fan of degrading.

Whether you're wanting to ride him till the sun sets or you want to rail him with a strap-on, it should be noted that he's most definitely never been with anyone before you. All of this is very new to him.

His reaction to sex toys is very amusing though. He looks at such objects in both awe and confusion. Humans are very... Inventive?

Of course, we can't forget the fact that he has such a gorgeous pair of horns. I mean, they're just sitting right there waiting for you to reach up and grab them.

Be wary though, he may get a bit crazy if you do grab them.

~Vil Schoenheit~

You want to top him?

Vil is pleasantly surprised when you try to bed him. He's glad that you've finally learned to accept him as your romantic partner. He's clearly the best match for you so it's nice that you have finally realized that.

Well, he certainly doesn't mind but first you'll have to catch him when he's in the mood for it. Vil is typically very busy so he doesn't usually have much time to indulge in more carnal desires. But at the end of the day, after he's finished everything, he might entertain your desires.

If you're a softer top, Vil enjoys the more relaxed pace. The slow pace really helps him wind down from a long day of work. He enjoys the sensual touching and your worship of his body as well as the praise, but the praise doesn't affect him that much. He gets told how attractive and amazing he is all the time, though hearing the words come from you does make it a bit more special.

If you're more on the rougher side he'll be a little surprised but nonetheless interested. However, if you're going to be so rough, you better make sure to put your all into it. He doesn't tolerate people who are lazy.

Any form of degradation is also a bit surprising. Mostly because not many have the courage to degrade or insult him, so it's definitely a surprise to hear you say such things. The only thing he really won't like is any bruises or marks being left behind. (so make sure to ruin his pretty skin as much as you can!)

Whether you're rough or soft as a top, Vil doesn't mind. He's very adaptable and he will thoroughly enjoy teaching you all the ways on how to please him while also making sure you don't hurt yourself. He doesn't need you hurting yourself or damaging your beautiful body.

~Azul Ashengrotto~

Of course, Azul is more than willing to let you top him.

Azul will do just about anything he can to keep you with him. Lie, cheat, steal, kill, you name it, he's probably done it. All to keep you forever trapped with him.

The fact that you're willing to have sex with him makes him both extremely happy but also very worried. He's afraid that once you look at his nude body you'll change your mind or perhaps you'll think his abilities in bed are lackluster in comparison to others. (If you've been with other people before him...)

Whether you're a soft or rough top he'll have different reactions.

If you're on the softer side, Azul will almost cry at any praise you give him. You mean so much to him and hearing your praise makes him feel like your relationship with him is almost normal. It makes it seem like you actually love him back.

If you're more on the rougher side, Azul will try his best to please you. Degrade him, bruise him, do whatever you want! He deserves it after taking away the life you had with those contacts of his.

At the end of the day he'll still worship you, even as tears stream down his face. He's so obsessed with you, so if doing this for you makes you happy then so be it.

Whether you are more soft or rough as a top, Azul will try his best to please you either way. He's just so desperate to keep you with him, so desperate to be good enough for you.

If the only way you'll love him is in bed then then he'll make sure he's the only one who can satisfy your every desire.

#yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #azul ashengrotto #tw yandere #tw afab

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st0ryf1lms · 11 months

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fallen ➳ hal jordan

pairing: hal jordan x reader

word count: 523

genre/warnings: fluff, i guess??? a bit of angst if you squint, open ending but i might make a part 2 if i dont get lazy

synopsis: what if hal jordan told you that he’s fallen? based on fallen by lola amour.

a/n: OH MY GOD GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD!! it’s been so hard trying to write while keeping up with the honor roll at the same time so i went ia for over a year 😭 this one’s not really that good but oh well better than nothing ig i swear i’ll do all the reqs in my inbox this summer anw enjoy this short drabble of my fave test pilot!! <3

edit: part 2 is now up!

Hal Jordan was not a man of commitment. Never was, never is, never will be. He deemed himself "too busy" for a committed relationship. Well, you couldn't really blame him, he actually is too busy for a relationship. Aside from being a test pilot, he was also a Green Lantern (more or less, a space cop). Being a Green Lantern meant he'd have to be at the Guardians' beck and call, even if it means ditching a flight that could pose as a real problem for his life as Hal Jordan.

But honestly speaking? He'd rather be at your beck and call. That's right, yours.

You may not know it, but you have Hal wrapped around your little finger. Heartbroken because of a date that went south? No problem, he'll fly over to your place in less than a minute with ice cream and watch some romcom movie while you cry your heart out to him. Stuck in a conversation you don't like? No worries, he'll scoot over to you and pull you out of it real smooth. Did I mention he's also your best friend? Yeah, as cliché as it sounds, Hal freaking Jordan fell real hard for his best friend.

Harold "Hal" Jordan, the notorious serial heartbreaker would rather be at your beck and call. So, is he too busy for a committed relationship? Yes, he is. But a committed relationship with you? He's definitely considered it and his answer is no. No, he'll never be busy for you.

Numerous nights he's practiced in the mirror, went to go grab a drink that turns into six and gets a really bad hangover the next morning, imagined you with other guys and beat up the bad guys a little bit too hard. It's not really a healthy outlet but he has to make do with what he has.

"-Jordan. Earth to Hal Jordan. Paging Hal Jordan, you there?" You waved your hand in front of him as he quickly snapped out of his reverie. Damn, he must've zoned out again. "Yeah, yeah, right here. Sorry, you were saying?" He shook his head slightly and stared back at you, giving you the same heart eyes he always does. Not like you'd ever notice anyway.

"I was saying, a co-worker of mine asked me out and I'm not really sure if I should go but I kinda like the guy, know what I'm saying? I don't know, I just wanted to ask you for advice." You started rambling on again and he stared blankly into space, his surroundings blurring.

What? Someone finally beat me to it, he thought.

His mind was like an over speeding car, running at 100 miles per hour, gears turning and crashing down as he tried to process what you said.

"Hal, come on, I'm being serious." Your voice brought him back to reality again, the gravity of the situation actually sinking in. No, you can't go because I've been in love with you ever since the day we met and I can't let you get away because I'm a coward.

"What?"

Oh, no, he must've said that out loud.

#hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #green lantern x reader #green lantern #hal jordan imagine #green lantern imagine #hal jordan drabble #green lantern drabble #dc #dc imagine #dc x reader

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chvnnie · 2 years

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no bestie coz, i've been thinking a fuck lot about a lazy makeout sessions with chan and im losing it. like he's just having his fingers wrapped around your neck, his knee pushed up between your legs, and you just grind against him, a smirk forming on his lips when you let out a whine, but he hushes you, his lips pressed against yours, and he just mumbles "tell me what to do, doll."

BESTIE UGH IM LOSING IT MY BRAIN ROT IS JUST GOING KSHDJEJD WATCH ME SCREAM ABOUT IT TO YOU IN OUR DMS

BESTIE I STG YOUR BRAIN >>>

it was only supposed to be a little peck. just to feel his lips against yours before you head to bed. you move to pull away, but he catches your lips again, and like, what’s the hard in extending the kiss just a bit? his lips moving lazily against yours, and it feels so good you can’t help but sigh happily into the kiss.

chan takes your parted lips as an invitation, and it’s only a matter of time before he pulls you onto his lap, hands cupping your face as your tongues lazily spin around each other. you have your hands on his upper neck, fingers twirling around his brown curls in the back. it’s such a gentle moment - two lovers finding solace in each other after long, busy days.

it was only supposed to be a little peck, until you “accidentally” nipped at chan’s bottom lip.

his moans filled your mouth, one hand falling from your face and finding home on your throat. chan squeeze it with just enough pressure to make you dizzy, the gold chain of your necklace (which was decorated with a “c”, the one chan gave you for your last birthday) was digging into his palm.

muffled whines fell from your lips, fingers tugging on his hair as heat began to pool in your lower belly. you were slotted on chan’s thigh, legs hanging over either side, so why wouldn’t you start dragging your hips? only damp panties separating you from his firm thigh.

chan smiled into the kiss, hand tightening just slight as he kissed you deeper. what was soft and gentle was now rough and hard, spit connecting you two as the kisses grow sloppier.

you move your hips, the speed at which you were riding his thigh increasing as his hand tightens. you’re whining, everything too overwhelmed yet not enough.

how did a peck turn into this?

“tell me what to do, doll.” chan mumbled against your lips, groans following the sentence when your nails start to dig into his scalp.

but it’s too hard to talk, not when you need his lips against yours, not when you’ve grown so needy you can’t even think straight.

chan pulls you away from him by your throat, pressure easing. “words.”

you whimper, lips trembling as you forced the words out. “ne-need channie.”

he chuckles, the thumb on the hand around your throat reaching to stroke your cheek. you look so pretty - lips red and swollen, puppy dog eyes staring into his as you silently use them to beg. “need me where, baby?”

of course he would make this harder on you.

your hands fell from his hair, each moving in a different direction; the right took his free hand, moving it to your clothes core. chan’s eyes rolled back when his fingers touched the damp material, his groans making your legs quiver. the left hand took found his shorts, gently stroke his hard length.

“fuck.” he hissed out, hand around your throat tightening from your touch.

“need you everywhere.” you whisper, breaths deepening as chan slipped the hand on your cunt inside your panties.

chan reconnected your lips, all tongue and teeth as he used two fingers to play with you. “have me.” he grunted, your grip on his cock matching the tight grip he had on your throat. “ ‘m yours.”

the amount of times i used the word “grip” im so sorry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots #chvnnie moots

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wackyartor · 1 year

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Hello cutie pie! How's your day going? Great? I really hope so!

I was passing by and see your request are open, so imma gonna just drop it here in case you feel like writing :)

Rise!Leo x reader (female or neutral, your choise) when the reader is the "affectionate captain",adore givin hugs,hung outs,bein close or not always respecting people bondaries but,when she's got a crush on Leo, she unconsciously begin to be away from him like,less hugs,hung outs,contact because she starts to get nervous around him without notice.

And yeah, that's it,hope you like the idea,bye bye! ☺️

Rise!Leo x Reader

OF COURSE!!! THATS SUCH A GREAT IDEA AHHH!!

Note: This is the first request i got, so sorry for the delay! and for the other reqs, I'll try to finish it as soon as possible!

Note (2): im so sorry again if the fic isn't like the request but i tried! also i wrote this like around 2 am so, excuse my grammar 😭

Summary: Leo started to notice that you've been avoiding him, less contact and etc, despite of you two being more close with each-other, he decided to confront you about it and it ended up you having to confess.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

He noticed it pretty quickly.

Whenever he goes in and tried talking to you or goes in to hug you like the usual greetings you two always do, he always sees you slowly moving away or having excuses to go off somewhere.

assuming you were busy at the moment so he brushed it off.

But, he's starting to suspect it because it happens all the time whenever he's tries to talk to you.

He can't help and be jealous whenever he sees you and his brothers hang a lot like you guys were so much closer than him.

He overthinks it, ALOT. he thinks that he did something wrong that made you so upset with him!

He even tried talking to one of his brothers or april, asking for an advice or just rant to them.

and of course, they would be sick of him from listening to his rants, since he rants about this to them 24/7.

It was a saturday night, requested by april that they should watch a lou jitsu movie or have a movie marathon.

of course Y/N was invited, thankfully she agreed to come.

so everyone prepared some snacks that they could provide at the table near.

"hey uh april, as much as i wanted to join you guys watch the lou jitsu movie for the hundreds of times, like i really REALLY do. but i still need to read my jupiter jim comics." leo says as he crossed his arm in a lazy stance.

"What! no no, think about it! the only reason i agreed to do this is for you to have the opportunity to go talk to Y/N, confront her about the whole situation!" April quickly stood up from where she's sitting on, leaving the others as she goes to leo.

"what's the point? she'll probably push me away, she HATES me april! and that makes me hate myself." leo frowns, his hands down in defeat.

April then goes and grabs his shoulders firmly. "and do you want her to hate you forever? i don't think so."

then when april saw Y/N's presence in the distance, she pushed leo to go on, as she goes back to the others.

Leo stumbled as he glanced at Y/N, he gulped then he stood straight, taking deep breaths, patting his plastron to keep him calm. "you got this leo.. just.. go talk to her!"

before turning to where Y/N was, as she looked at him, she stood there. completely frozen.

"Ohhh, Y/N it's so great to see you! do you mind talking for a bit?" Leo smiled at you.

"Uhm.. sorry, the movie's about to start and i don't-" She replied, cutting of her sentence while smiling awkwardly.

"I understand! totally. but it will be quick, i promise so please, just listen." Leo sighed, his genuinely looked concerened.

Y/N just stood there, didn't know what to say. she could feel her face heating up, trying to keep as much eye contact as possible to make it less awkward.

"you haven't talked to me, didn't answered all my calls, and we barely hang. what's wrong?"

No reply once again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N for whatever I'm done! but please talk to me, tell me what's wrong?" he says as he held your hands gently with.

Y/N gulped when she felt her hand touched his, soon looking at him. "I- uh.. i just.." she couldn't find the words.

Leo looked at her, as he leaned in closer to her face. "uhh Y/N?? are you okay?"

"Okay! OKAY! fine I'll tell you what's the problem!" Y/N moved her hands off him.

"I have feelings for you! i haven't felt this feeling from anyone else but only from you.. it hurts me to see us hanging less but you always take my breath away whenever you're around and can't help but feel so nervous! god.. i hated to tell you this because i didn't wanna ruin our friendship that we have." Y/N sighs, feeling humiliated with herself.

she noticed leo wasn't replying. assuming he was still processing all of this or something more worse.

"Y/N, is that really the problem because you couldn't handle my charm this much?" Leo chuckled, soon he cupped your face with his hands.

"but in serious thought, i also love you too, and i would hate to see us being apart ever again." he said this as he slowly leaned in to kiss you.

Y/N was so happy and is also glad to hear that it didn't end so badly, as she closed her eyes waiting for the kiss.

"Awwwww, this is so adorable!" mikey says from the distance, wiping a fake tear.

"Mikey!"

Leo soon glanced at his brothers, shocked. "you guys were watching us!?" he blushed

"we're still here, remember?" donnie rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face.

"This is better than watching the movie!" April Cheered.

Leo's hands didn't let go of Y/N's face, who was also blushing as hard ever, stunned at the situation.

"Well, might as well enjoy the show" leo smirked, as he looked at Y/N again as he leans in to finally kiss her.

Which Y/N returned happily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

and everyone started screaming.

#rottmnt #rottmmt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt ralph #rottmnt april #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #rise of the tmnt #rise!leo #rise!leo x reader

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thenanbakacorner · 1 year

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IM SO GLAD I FOUND A NANBAKA BLOG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sooo is it possible to request, Jyugo, Uno, Gokuu and Tanabata with a really sarcastic s/o?

Of course 0v0 The S/O is an inmate or guard depending on which character they’re dating! Hope you like!

(There’s two Gokuus-- Samon and Enki-- so if you were asking for Enki rather than Samon; I’m sorry! ^_^;)

* * *

🔓 Jyugo 🔓

Jyugo isn’t quite sure how he managed to win his S/O over-- not that he’s complaining of course

One day he managed to admit to them that he had feelings for them, and for reasons he isn’t quite certain of, they were revealed to like him back

He’s just happy to have someone to love that loves him back

He can be very dense at times, so he’s not very good at picking up on his S/O’s sarcasm

His S/O might tease him about this, and also just the fact that he’s not good at anything other than breaking out of jail, much to his irritation

They’re lucky he loves them so much

Sometimes people don’t take kindly to his S/O’s sarcasm and get snappy with them, but Jyugo takes none of that BS and will gladly stand up for them

Other times when others might try and flirt with his S/O, he gets a bit irritated and subtly tries to drag them away somewhere else. “Subtly.”

He may not understand his S/O at times due to how sarcastic they can be, but he loves them dearly and would do anything for them

🎲 Uno 🎲

Whether his S/O fell for him first or he was the one to bring up the prospect of dating him, Uno is a charming and caring lover who does his utmost best to keep his S/O happy

He’s good at reading people, so he easily pick up on when his S/O is being sarcastic about anything

He’ll take up on being sarcastic right back at them just for the fun of it

He’s very protective of his S/O and does not take kindly to other inmates getting a bit too friendly with them for his liking, or just getting rude with them

Lots of playful banter, he loves to tease his S/O and see their cute reactions

Often sets up little dates for them, usually taking place in his recreation room or the arcade

Adore showering his S/O in affection, and doesn’t care about smothering them in love in front of others

So yes, there’s lots of PDA

Maybe he’ll even haul them over his shoulder out of nowehere just for the reaction and to prove his claim on them to others

🐒 Samon 🐒

Samon and his S/O first met and started dating outside of work, but eventually, his S/O started working at Nanba as well

He prefers that they keep the sarcasm to a minimum on the job, but he can’t exactly fault it

He loves them and their little sarcastic remarks anyways

Due to being busy with work, and depending on how different their work zones are, he doesn’t get to spend much time with his S/O outside of breaks or off of work

But when they do get time together on the job he always works in a kiss and affectionate comment

One time Inori tries to flirt with Samon’s S/O, although he gets threatened to be shot into the ceiling when Samon catches him.

His S/O is his own, and he’ll make sure that lazy boar or anyone else who dares hit on his beloved knows it!

Can and will beat up anyone His who hurts them in any way

Once work is over, he and his S/O can relax together and enjoy each other’s calm and contented company after a long stressful day

⭐️ Seitarou ⭐️

Seitarou met his S/O at work, and they ended up starting to date after a few months of knowing each other

Not very good at picking up on his S/O’s sarcasm, so they need to be blunt about things after the sarcasm is made if he doesn’t notice

His S/O especially has to be careful about any sarcasm that would be hinted as insulting or anything of the like as Seitarou might take it the wrong way and get upset! The poor baby

He’s doing his best to get better at picking up on his S/O’s sarcasm though, just give him time to learn

He’s a very affectionate lover, even during work hours, and always seeks out his S/O as soon as he gets a break for some much needed loving

Especially if a certain foursome had been rude to him and he needs comfort

Seriously, protect this baby boy at all costs, he deserves the world

Always exchanges a kiss and loving words any time he and his S/O pass eachother

Once work ends, a nice relaxing cuddle session is always the first thing to happen once he and his S/O reach the confines of their shared bed at home

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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star boy | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’ve been feeling burnt out lately but eddie has the solution to that. which he totally didn’t expect.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> tiny mention of weed. smut train chugga chugga choo choo 🚂. also, both are inexperienced cuz no bitches (first time, p in v, protected sex, mutual masturbation) fluffy smut

WC -> 4,573

a/n : i saw a post talking about eddie & y/n both being inexperienced. so here ‘ya go, just wanted to play the idea hehe. also, i can’t accurately really write how “first times”work, cUZ IM A VIRG— yes. and i recommend listening to stargirl interlude while reading this cuz we sluts. anyways enjoy my filthy eddie fic. ^_^

thank you for 199 followers !! ‘ya sluts.

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the cafeteria was buzzing with multiple students flocking each and every table. chitchatting, a bit of yelling and constant whispers were populating the poor cafeteria, as always. it’s ear-deafening on most parts but it’s another normal day in hawkin high. you were seated in the middle of a vacant table, at least two students sitting at the end, minding their own business. finals were coming in, pep rally tomorrow and whole lotta shit to do once you graduate and start college soon. honestly, why weren’t you born a rock than deal with this? it was cringe thinking but in reality, you haven’t even felt yourself or even seen yourself taking up a career yet. maybe it was just the laziness but it was pretty understandable, having a life that doesn’t get harder each year that passes without the extra work to do it. of course you’d want that but it will always never happen, of course. no one would have a life without starting some goal that proceeds into your future and ultimately dictates it how you live it. it’s life, really, it’s sometimes just have some ups and upside downs. which is a sucker when you think of it.

“boo!” you yelped, feeling two large hands on your shoulder as the sudden scare almost flipped the coke out of your grip. you sighed, looking up, knowing who it is.

“the coke almost spilled on my fucking clothes, eddie.” you shove eddie’s chest back as he let out a chuckle along with jeff and gareth’s following in. you glared at them, feeling eddie behind you as you turned around to see him with a large grin plastered on his damn face. eddie fucking munson, two-timed held back senior and probably the most annoying person that ever annoyed in this whole year since you’ve met and had class with him. and fortunately is, your boyfriend. which was surprising since he’s the first ever hellfire member to actually get a girlfriend, (other than the three freshmen, who were still considered new which is why they are exempted, maybe.)

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he kissed your cheek, sitting down next to you, his supposed lunchbox slammed on the table. putting your coke down, you were silent as he shuffled next to you, his eyes digging holes on your face. observing, mostly.

“something bothering you?“ he asked, eyebrow raising. you looked at him then glancing away to see jeff and the others heading their way to grab lunch. you looked back at eddie, fingers fiddling with each other as you shrugged.

“i’m just tired.” you spilled it out, leaning your head on his shoulder. his hand caressed your back as you nuzzled your face onto his warm body heat. the smell of weed mixed with beer? and his cologne masking it, skunky and bit strong as you let out a relaxed sigh, nose scrunching still at the foul mixed scents.

“please don’t tell me you smoked again in the bathroom. i can smell you.” you pouted, pinching his stomach as he let out a yelp, ring cladded hand grabbing your wrist to stop your assault further.

“just one hit, helps calm the nerves.” he whispers against your ear. you could feel his cheeky smile as you shake your head in disbelief, eyes still closed relaxed as ever. “no even one noticed shit.”

“hm.” you let out a snort, not believing him, choosing to stay silent as the overwhelming feeling was ticking you again. it was killing your mood lately. it felt like you just wanted to sleep, do nothing, let all of your problems sizzle down and wake up, feeling normal as ever again. but it didn’t happen, not at least once.

“i’m not pretty convinced you’re just tired.” eddie pointed out, grabbing something from his lunchbox. he opened the zip-lock bag and shoved the mini-pretzels in his mouth as he nudged you with his shoulder to speak, making your head thump against him in an uncomfortable way. you winced, his shoulder blade hard against your cheek as you sat up and looked at him. “come on, spill it. tell me what’s been bugging you. i can’t be a good boyfriend if i don’t know what’s making you like this! acting like a total zombie chick.”

you smiled at him, heart fluttering at how genuine he looked. he had puppy eyes as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. staring at you as he still munched and munched. you didn’t know where to start, you were a tincy bit embarrassed knowing how everyone had been bummed out this final semester.

“i don’t know. exams were hard, tons of shit were due last week and i studied, a lot. which i don’t feel like i’ve done enough. i’m just—“ you sucked in a breath. “i feel fuzzy and i don’t know what to do.” you grabbed one of his pretzels and shoved it into your mouth, glancing at him seeing him have a very serious expression on. fingers on his chin, tapping slowly and thinking deeply as if he was your therapist.

“interesting.” he merely said, humming a tune as you rolled your eyes at his tactics.

“oh, now it’s interesting?” you squinted your eyes at him, pondering whether to be annoyed or amused or actually believe if he was helping rather than messing with you. you were about to stand up, trying to think that this conversation never happened. “fuck it, forget i said anything, ed—“

“i’m listening, hey! i am. which is why i’ve got this awesome idea.” eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you down, making your ass thump on the uncomfortable cafeteria seat. “it’s going to be cool. i swear to you. on my own uncle.” he patted your thigh as you listened to him.

“i’m not smoking again if that’s your idea, eddie.” you added as his face fell a bit. remembering the time you tried to smoke a joint that he offered, well it wasn’t a great idea at all. the strong odor sticked onto your jacket when you got home. which caused a frenzy when one of your family members smelt it while it was in the dirty laundry. making you almost homeless.

“ah, shit. ok, that’s one out of the idea.” he scratched his head as his tone turned soft, knowing he was serious now. “but come home with me tonight. at my place. just the two of us and we’ll think of something from there. haven’t hanged out with you since last week.” he whispered, seeing as his cheeks turned slight red, he was shy. you blinked, unexpected how he asked you to just hang out with him in his trailer. just the two of us. innocence laced over your eyes as you looked at him again. it had been a long time since you spent time with him out of school. and you needed it before spring break starts.

“alright.” you agreed, cocking your head to the side seeing his grin become wider. “but my curfew’s at 11:00.” you reminded him as his face scrunched up in confusion, you shushed him before he could blurt any smartass comments further as you kissed his cheek, in quiet adoration for his sweet efforts.

•••

“home sweet home.” eddie groaned, stretching his arms with a pop as he opened the van’s door for you to hop out. your bag was slung over shoulder, your eyelids were heavy with sleep as the sun had already disappeared from the warm sky, grey clouds and soon arriving night stars were looming over hawkins now. you yawned, following eddie inside of his trailer. he had you first step as you immediately went to his room, briefly looking back at him seeing he was preoccupied getting something from the couch. seeing his bed, which was messy as always, you plopped down with a heavy sigh. bag on the ground as you snuggled yourself into his sheets, smelling the same scent he had on the whole day. weed and cologne. grabbing one of his worn-out pillows, you hugged it against your chest, your position on the side as you cuddled the pillow, the drowsiness now sinking in.

“no sleeping.” eddie’s amused voice rang through your ears as he slapped your ass, causing you to jolt from the sweet sleep you almost had. you grumbled, rubbing where he slapped it as you rolled over to your back seeing as he removed his signature leather jacket and denim vest. leaving him with his plain tee, which fitted him magnificently. hugging every curve he had that had something awaken inside you. he looks… heat course through your veins as you thought of something completely inappropriate.

“you sleepy, baby?” he asked you, in a low pitch, raspy yet you knew he was teasing you. his arms were crossed, like he was scolding but he still had that ass-affectionate smile. your knees were bended, thighs together as your eyes were locked on eddie’s arms, seeing how it flexed with one sway he would do, leaving you gawking. your heart started to flutter again, thinking this was just the sleepiness, you didn’t know why. you felt drowsy, too drowsy in fact. you have thought of eddie multiple times, thinking of him fucking you was number one obviously. it was hard, you two just surpassed the one month of dating yet here you are, so eager to let him do things you never did before. you were curious of course, heard lots of people talking about their first times, it was a minor thought for you not until eddie came into the picture. he had you locked in your mind with every image you could imagine with him, yet the two of you never even spoke about it. the sex. only a couple of jokes had ever transpired but it never happened. not once and you thought maybe both of you were just pussies for not bringing it up.

“i’m not.” you mumbled seeing as he had something hidden tucked under his arm. you glanced up to him seeing his excited face, knowing you had noticed it. “what’s that?” you asked, nudging your chin to the hidden item. he chuckled, taking it out as he tossed it to you. the item landed on your face as you quickly grab it, hovering it above your face seeing the signature hellfire’s logo. you sat up, smile forming, showing the item seeing it was a hellfire tote bag. large enough to fit any school item you could pack in.

“i don’t have the money for another t-shirt but the tote bag was free so i got it printed with our rad logo.” he sat next to you, observing your reaction. “i do also command you to use it tomorrow for hellfire night. it’d be cool, please, m’lady.” he begged, lying down on the bed with a pout.

you laughed. “i love it and i will. thank you, edds.” your voice turned soft with evident adoration in your tone. you put the tote bag down as you crawled to him, hovering above him, looking into his brown orbs as his hand brushed against your cheek.

“i got some movies with me or maybe we can lay here all day. whatever makes you feel better.” he suggested, you hummed, leaning into his touch. your heart pounded and your stomach flipped making you feel the evident warmth on your cheeks. he looked absolutely sublime right now, underneath you with a innocent expression on his face. him completely unaware what he had started that caused you to be so eager for something to happen. “you up for that?” he broke your hazy trance as you nodded.

“absolutely.” you whispered, a moment of silence passed between the two of you. each and other’s breaths the only thing making the silence grow louder. eddie’s mind suddenly clicked, he leaned up and captured your lips in a sweet familiar kiss, what he felt right to do in the moment. you let out a tiny gasp, eyes closing in habit as you reciprocated with a ounce of fervor hidden. his lips molded over yours, heat aflame that was sparking every course of your nerves. his soft lips were heaven amongst, you could not remember anyone kissing you like him. only him. you could almost laugh in denial knowing he had warned you before you and him actually started dating that he didn’t quite have enough experience how to really be with someone. let alone how to actually please someone. it goes the same with you evidently, you like him, in a unhealthy amount, too unhealthy for you to even care. he filled the gaps of your heart in his way that you had not realized you did the same for him.

you shifted above him as he sat up, lips still locked on yours. your thighs were now straddled above his lap, his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulder. making out with him was a pretty normal occurrence yet it was only that. your lips opened up slightly, his tongue invaded yours making you wriggle in excitement. in this moment, you felt it, some silent agreement between the both of you as you let out a small moan. your core felt damp, heat buzzing as you wanted to grind against him. your fingers tangled on his hair, tugging slightly as he suddenly broke the kiss with a pop. you felt it again, that hazy feeling, certainly it wasn’t because of your burn-out, his lips were red and plump. his cheeks were stained with red and his pupils were blown out as he squeezed your hips again, harsher this time making you sit firmly on his lap.

“sweetheart.” he crooned, leaning in again to place kisses on your neck. “my beautiful, beautiful sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin, you bit your lip feeling him butterfly kisses whilst sucking and biting to tease you. your legs trembled at his tactics. no space was left between the two of you. you could feel everything, breasts pressed against the hard plain of his chest, the way his rings dug into your skin and his body heat warming you as ever. your was core seated directly over his bulge, the hard prick forming in his jeans making you wanna cry out in desperation.

“eddie.” you pleaded against his ear, breath fanning hot as he shuddered at your voice calling his name he so fantasied multiple times when he was jerking off. “eddie, please do something.” you begged, the shyness suddenly out of the picture. you wanted it. you wanted him. and he delivered.

“a-are you sure?” he asked shyly now and turned his face up to yours, nose brushing against each other seeing your drunken stupor expression. eyes so doe with lust that he couldn’t believe you were desperate for him to fuck you. he wanted you as well, the evidence in his jeans that was so uncomfortable with your clothed pussy pressed against it, feeling the slight beat. “right now? with me? r-really?” he gasped as you grind against him.

“yes. yes. yes. please. i want to. so badly, eddie.” you mumbled, sure as ever. he blinked, he knew you were inexperienced as him. both complete virgins. he only knew the basics of sex from class, magazines and pornos. yet he deemed himself as undesirable knowing half the school calls him a fucking freak. but you, you were so willing that it made his heart burst, confidence now on his boot. it was now up to the two of you to actually act and progress on this. he gulped, thinking of something as he guided your hips in a slow grind, the friction helping the two of you. he was shy now, afraid he might displease you in any way or hurt you. but from the looks of your face, you were already so hot in daze and it sent him into a wild hunger to please you further.

“so desperate.” he mumbled, kissing your jaw as he now harshly stopped your hips from grinding making you whine. the heat in his gaze set fireworks in your body as he spoke again, with command but with sweetness. “clothes off now, baby.”

in a matter of minutes, clothes were torn off and are on the floor, leaving the two of you bare in front of each other. you were on your knees, eyes greedy as you took a moment to admire him while he admired you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body. eyes now staring directly at your breasts. he leaned over and squeezed them with both hands. “hello ladies.” he whispered, making you hit his forehead with a sigh at his goofiness as he chuckled. he watch as your nipples hardened under his touch. you arched a bit, enjoying the feel of his calloused trembling fingers gently cupping them. he massaged them with love, but eventually he let them go. now roaming his eyes to the prize between your legs glistening before him. he bit his lip, as your eyes were staring directly at his boxers. you pouted at it, wanting him to take his underwear off like you. but you can see it perfectly, his prick outlining the fabric knowing he was huge. huge that made your mouth almost drool but you waited, liking the anticipation what comes next. eddie winked at you, arms open as he ushered you to sit between his legs, patting the space in front of him as he leaned against his headboard.

“come over here.” he grumbled. you complied, heat between your legs starting to annoy you as you turned your back on him and scoot backwards as your back rubbed against his chest. your ass pressed against his crotch as he let out a groan, his hands on your thighs as you spread them apart eagerly. he kissed your shoulder, hands roaming up to your belly. you leaned to the side, enjoying his touch so soft as if you were a fragile thing in his arms. your heart was beating against ribcage, throat dry of how this was going to happen now. finally. you moaned as his hands were cupping your breasts again, this time he took the time to study you. how you keened and wiggled in his arms as he gently massaged your breasts, his breathing seized as he let out a sharp intake of breath seeing how his fingers were making you into a bitch in heat. he loved it, love the way your boobs felt in his palms. a sudden boldness started inside you, he was too preoccupied lavishing kisses on your neck as you trailed your hand back to cup his cock in full impatience. wanting to let him feel the pleasure you were having, he froze for a bit, mind went ablaze as you palmed him. the sudden rush of blood stirred in his cock, you were blooming with lust feeling his hard prick jump in your touch making you smirk. eddie let out a groan, holy shit, your hand clearly so much better than his. he continued to massage your breast with one hand as the other slides itself down to your naked awaiting pussy.

you watched his hand hovering above your core, the lack of patience had your you trying to grind up making the man behind you let out a airy chuckle. your brows furrowed, a little annoyance plastered across your face as you turned your face to him to see his cocky smirk. “stop teasing.” you warned him but he just rest his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

“i’m not teasing.” he bit the lobe of your ear, making you flinch. “you gotta show me first. show me how you rub your little clit, hm? show me how desperate you are.” you core squeezed at his voice. you slid your other hand down, not minding the extra work on your arms. your nose was brushing against his chin, you wanted to watch his reaction once you touch yourself for the first time in front of him. no more shying away, just him and you as what he said. his pupils were blown black, seeing as you adjusted yourself, knees bend and your fingers now strumming above your wet clit. he kissed your nose, eyes still locked below as you started to rub in slow circles, like you always do to build the pleasure up as his other hand was still fumbling your other breast. you whined, the back of your head planted firmly on his chest as you grind yourself up to the palm of your hand, the heat of his gaze making it more exciting than ever. eddie was in complete awe, your hand palming him stopped as you focused on yourself which he didn’t mind, it was all on you now.

“h-harder.” he whispered, pinching your nipple as you arched your back at it. you were so drowned in pleasure, rubbing your clit harder at his request, speeding up a little feeling how sticky you got now. juices leaking out all for him. eddie’s hand on your thigh moved back as he fumbled with his boxers, you bit your lip seeing as he was desperate to match you as well. freeing his cock out of his confines, he shuddered, the cold air hitting alongside the touch of your skin on his rock-hard prick. he grasped himself, pumping like he always did. eyes back to where you are pleasuring yourself. the two of you were silent, your pants and grunts circling his room. you rubbed yourself a little faster, your pussyhole feeling a bit neglected. you could practically feel him jerking off behind you, making you wanna come so fast but you can’t cum just yet. you wanted him inside of you. now.

“eddie.” you called out, head tilting up to meet his eyes.

“y-yeah?” he looked down, still pumping himself. “you want it, huh?” he asked, pecking your lips as you eagerly nodded. the whole scene transpired as you were now lying down, hips titled to the side, showing your pussy pouring it’s very juices, squeezed between your luscious thighs. eddie was towering above you, rolling the only condom he had from when the guidance counselor thought the two of you were hooking up in the bathroom that one day. which seemed like this red condom packet was omen for him and you. he suddenly smiled, lining himself up, checking if you were still okay with this. “you ready? just say the word and we’ll stop.” he assured.

your cheeks felt hot, liking his concerns. “i’m ready. i want you.” you confessed making him blush red. he leaned forward, catching your lips in a sweet kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. one hand grasping your hips to keep you in place and the other keeping himself up, careful not to squish you.

“i want you too.” he mumbled against your lips making you smile as you felt him. he fitted perfectly, snug inside of your warm walls as he almost cummed at the sensation. jesus h. fucking christ. he could not believe it, how he felt so connected with you in this moment. a new exploration between the two of you started as he stilled himself, watching if you were okay for him to thrust in now. little to no pain was felt, you only felt full. full of him and the foreign sensation of his cock was new at first but one little movement made you wright in pleasure. clenching him, he gasped as he got the memo. your arms were encircled behind his neck, fingers gripping his hair as he thrusted himself now.

“feels good, edds.” you praised as he buried his face at the side of your cheek. groaning as he picked up a pace, still cautious as ever. you were clamping him, too hard in fact that he might burst before he could even make you come.

“sweetheart, i’m not gonna last long if you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. i-i wanna make you cum first. shit.” he moaned, making you let out a airy chuckle as you relaxed yourself. he sighed in relief, pumping himself now as you wriggled, euphoria bursting in every vein inside your body. you loved it, love the way his skin felt on yours, the brushing of the strands of his curly hair on your cheeks and the sound of skin slapping making it obscene as ever. you whined, his cock rubbing every gummy wall inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes turn white. you blabbered out his name as he whispered yours over and over again. both of you worshipping each other as his grip on your hips tightened, fist clenching beside your head as your hands tugged his hair. he felt so sure as he thrusted himself harder and faster knowing you would want it. you cried in bliss as he kept hitting that magic spot, the knob in your stomach tightening as you knew you were almost there.

“i’m s-so close, sweetheart. gods, are you cumming, hm? please c-cum, beautiful. pleaseee—“ he pleaded, lips brushing against your ear as you nodded. he let out a growl, pumping himself in and out, hips bruising and sweat beading as he thrusted himself again and again. the wet sounds of your pussy so good in his ears, how your hole fitted his cock perfectly as he felt yourself tighten around him again. he pounded, his hand on your hip now rubbing your clit until you were now practically shouting his name in his whole trailer. if the neighbors woke up, he didn’t care a fucking bit now seeing you struggle underneath him. with one last thrust of his cock, you burst into moans, grinding yourself up as the wonderful orgasm covered your whole entire body. your eyes were blurry as eddie followed you, bottoming himself as he came, hot spurts of his cum spilling inside of the condom. your name he was blabbering as his high practically leaked him of his every fluid he could muster. he slumped, the wonderful sensation of sweat and your skin on his. he kissed your neck, liking the way you were panting beneath him. he did it. he completely fucked the shit out of you. which was not was he was expecting this night. removing himself slowly, he laid beside you with a satisfied grin. you were still breathing hard, trying to comprehend how good you feel now.

“you still feeling burnt out?” eddie suddenly broke the silence, you grumbled as he chuckled, now scooting to his side as you laid your head on his chest. his arm encircling your sweaty shoulder as he caressed your skin. the sound of his heart beating made your eyelids droop with sleep, the stickiness between your legs a pleasant feeling for once.

“that was wonderful.” you breathed out, humming as eddie agreed with a silence hum. you looked up to him seeing his face full of glee making your heart clench in bliss. like he was waiting for you to say something else. you pushed yourself up, kissing him with passion, just a sweet slow kiss as you nuzzled yourself against his sweaty body. “thank you.” you mumbled against his lips, liking the way he felt giddy now, seeing a smirk on his face.

“anytime, my sweetheart.”

i just wanna see you shine ‘cause i know you are my stargirl <3

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im sorry i havent been interacting much lately- im having a rough time atm and havnt felt like myself but im working on it!

ANYWAY this has been on my mind and it is genuinely getting me thru the day so i j have to share:) imagine ur having a bad day. like the worst of the worst, everything that could have gone wrong has. and to top it off you woke up feeling awful about yourself- total bad brain day. you get home irritated and exhausted and on the verge of tears and go straight to ur room, completely bypassing eris (this can be pre twins or post twins) and hes just sitting there confused as to why you j kept walking. at least until u accidentally let a bit of emotion down the bond and IMMEDIATELY eris is coming to you. he sees u crying and it shatters his heart bc why is the love of his life crying. so u explain ur day and how bad ur feeling ab urself and he just sits and listens and reassures u and makes you feel like the most loved person in the universe (bc by him you are).

v much realizing how heavy hurt/comfort it is so u can definitely ignore it but im fr wishing for an eris to help me thru it rn <3

Hi my dear,

I am sorry you are going through it rn, I totally understand and get it. You are not alone and don’t worry, Girl dad!Eris will always save the day because you are his heart, soul, and world.

Okay, so you just wake up not knowing that today was going to be a rough day. Honestly you had a lot of hope that the day was going to go really well!

Eris woke up early this morning because he has been busy adjusting the laws that Beron had set into place. He is working hard to undo them to make Autumn Court a better place for his people, for his little girls, and for you.

When he finishes getting ready, he crosses the room towards your form that is still laying in bed, fast asleep. He wakes you to give you your first good morning, a habit that formed when your bond had initially snapped into place centuries ago

He kisses your forehead, stroking your hair back as he gently murmurs, “I have to go to my office, I love you so so much my pretty, and I will see you at breakfast.”

And you smile back, bleary eyed, leaning up to peck him on the lips, telling him you would be up soon, sending a stroke of love down your mating bond in reassurance.

You watch tiredly as he tip-toes to his favorite babes who were still sleeping peacefully in their bassinets, and gives them each individual kisses.

You are too tired to hear what he whispers down at the two, but you are 100% positive it is something along the lines of, “Be good for your mama my beautiful babes. Papa will be back soon, and he loves you more than anything.”

And then he walks out the door, winking at you as he shuts it softly behind him.

By the time you fully wake, it’s been almost an hour since Eris started his day. Marwa and Twila are still asleep, and so you get up with a sense of motivation to get yourself ready.

Since the babes were born, it had become increasingly difficult to find time in the morning to get yourself ready before breakfast. Usually, you would need to get yourself dressed and appearing somewhat presentable after you fed the girls their breakfast.

At first, this worried you. You didn’t want to appear like you were lazy or “letting yourself go” when you arrive to breakfast, frazzled from wrangling the girls out of bed and to the kitchem still in your pajama’s with some dried drool at the corner of your lips from the night before

But the way Eris would look up from where he was seated at the dining table when you would wake in with your babes hand in hand...

The way his eyes would spark with the fire that ran within his veins... the way his face would illuminate with utter joy and peace... the way he always stood in greeting, hugging his babes and putting them in their seats... the way he would pull your chair back for you like the gentlemale he was, tucking you in your seat right next to him before pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand

And if he was feeling incredibly risky, whenever the girls would be focused on eating their breakfast, he would press kisses all the way up your bare arm, right up to your shoulder, whispering something along the lines of how stunning you look this morning

And you would always flush at his compliments, preening under his gaze, any worries that you previously carried slipping away like a leaf within the wind drifting to the ground off a tree

But this morning... you had the time to get ready. Your perfect babes had decided to sleep in. So after taking a quick peak to ensure that both were still dreaming happily, you race towards the en-suite bathroom to rush to take a bath

You soak in the tub for 15 minutes, scrubbing every inch of your skin and allowing for the sunflower oil to hydrate any dryness you were experiencing. You even have time to wash your hair with your favorite rose scented shampoo and conditioner.

You smile, knowing that you have your morning all planned out perfectly. The moment you get out of the bath, you will apply some light rogue to your lips and cheeks to brighten you up today. And if you have the time, you will make sure that your hair is somewhat tame from the bird-nest it was from last night’s late night activities with your husband...

Your perfumed scent and fresh, soft skin is likely going to drive your mate insane during breakfast.

And, so, when the babes run off for their morning riding lessons with their Uncle Luc after breakfast... well... whose to say what Eris will do to you? ��

Hopefully drag you into his office to have his way with you while the girls are away for a couple of hours before returning to work

But as you get ready... as you stare at yourself in the mirror... you can’t help but feel off. Something about the way you look today feels off.

Entirely off.

The way your rogue is settling on your cheeks is not flattering, and no matter how many times you wipe it off and reapply, it is making you look like you painted yourself this morning to look like a clown. Even the way the rogue stains your lips is wrong.

Fresh face without any makeup will have to do. Eris has never complained before, and he never will. He loves your bare face. He often prefers it because it let’s him paint your face with his cum.

So you sigh in dissapointment, but let it go ultimately. At least you can still fix your hair the way you want. Maybe you will curl it to frame your face? Maybe you will straighten to highlight your cheeks? The possibilites are endless, right!

Wrong.

Your hair is not working with you today. No matter how you try styling it, it falls right back into place, resting in a messy way. You even tried applying a small portion of the gel your mate uses in the morning to help with it, but your hair ends up feeling a bit crusty and greasy, even though that never happens to Eris.

You’re now feeling a little demotivated... you take a quick peak into your room, noticing that both your babes are awake now. Thank the mother they are just babbling at each other, distracted by telling each other about their dreams.

Soon they will realize that their papa is gone, and that mama is in the bathroom, and they will run to receive your morning lovings of hugs and kisses before you help them get ready for the day.

That leaves you with a couple minutes to at least dress a little nicer this morning. So you run into the closet, picking out a flowy sage green dress that Eris had bought for you a couple of days ago despite your closet being full of other clothes.

“I wanna spoil you my beloved. Besides, I already bought Marwa and Twila dresses that match yours. So maybe you can have them wear their dresses when you wear yours. Just so I can see my most beautiful girls and perfect mate matching.”

Gods, the way he treated you had your heart fully leaping into his hands, without any hesitancy or doubt, for him to hold close to his own heart

But even the dress is not fitting right on you. The way it hugs your hips shows off the dips that had developed after having your girls. And you didn’t necessarily hate them per say... but it wasn’t something you wanted highlighted to your mate and the entire autumn court for that matter

And then you start to think maybe it’s not the rogue or the hair or the dress... maybe it’s me. I mean your body has changed a lot since having your girls. Your breasts had enlarged with milk for the babes, and your hips had widened for the birth.

And you hadn’t bounced back like you thought you would.

And obviously, Eris never gave you any pressure or stress about it. In fact, the male worshiped your body. Pre-pregnancy, during pregnancy, and post pregnancy. He was obsessed with you in the best way possible.

But for some reason... today was just not working with you. And you felt dejected that you had wasted your time this morning trying to get ready for your husband, only for it to not work out, when you probably could’ve snuck into his office to have a quick few... private... moments.

Alas, you didn’t have time to think on it too much because the girl’s came running into the room, clinging at your legs begging for their morning kisses and hugs.

Your heart sung at their love, and you felt a small tug at your bond as the wave of emotion seeped down to where-ever Eris was this morning.

So you lean down, pick up your girls, pressing kisses all over their faces as they giggle at you, and move to get them ready, pushing away any discontent to the back of your mind.

You had no time to let this bother you anyway. After breakfast, and hopefully some alone time with Eris, you needed to head out to different towns across Autumn Court to gather intel on any concerns the people had, to reassure the people that you and Eris were working hard as high lord and high lady to ensure their prosperity, to ensure that you would be different from Beron.

The girls are incredibly difficult this morning. They want to see their papa, and they want their papa to get them ready this morning. So you press your lips together, promising them that papa will join them for breakfast if they get ready quickly.

A couple of temper tantrums later, the three of you arrive at the breakfast nook only to discover Lucien in the place of Eris. He sends over a sympathetic smile at the downcast look that crosses your face, letting you and the babes know that their papa had to head out to the border to deal with something that had come up.

You tug at your bond in worry, and your mate replies almost instantly with reassurance and apology which you wholeheartedly accept. Things like this happen. Things like this will happen as high lord and high lady. Things will come up and interrupt your morning and that is okay.

But damn, does it mother above fucking suck.

The only reason the babes don’t have a meltdown over the lack of thier papa’s presence is Lucien’s promise for some candies later if they eat quickly and get to the stables for their horse riding lessons. He squeezes your shoulder in warmth as he is pulled away by his favorite nieces, who immediately give you a hug and kiss in goodbye, once they finish eating.

You head out to town as soon as you finish your own breakfast.

The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can see Eris and spend some time with your babes, together as a family. That is the only thing you look forward to for the rest of the day.

But your time in town only further worsens your mood. Compliant after compliant after compliant. All of them being valid and equally concerning. All of the citizens of the Autumn Court had suffered for centuries under Beron’s rule, and once the fear of Eris disappeared with his kindness, feelings of anger arose within the general population against the Vanserra family as a whole

At some point, you had closed off the bond to Eris because you feared he would pick up on your general distress that was progressing into outright sorrow, discomfort, and grief.

There wasn’t much you could do besides take the brunt of the anger as high lady, reassure the people that you and Eris were working for them, for the people and not the members of court, to undo the heinous laws Beron had inacted, but advise them it would take time.

Town after town after town.

So many families, so many elderly, so many women, so many children had suffered. So many perished with the high taxes and tithes they would were forced to pay, not leaving them with enough money to even buy food.

And the children... they looked at you with such hope... and once you earned their trust with a couple of candies and friendly conversation, they would sit near you trying to gain the favor of their high lady. They would tell you of losing their fathers to the war, losing their mothers to famine because they would sacrifice their food for their babes...

It nearly broke you.

And by the end of the day... by the end of the day you just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the day away. Intense sadness squeezed at your heart, leaving a lump in your throat, and nausea that had your head spinning.

You didn’t want the girls to see you like this. You only wanted them to see you happy, to see you content. You and Eris had agreed that the babes would grow up with no concern for either of their parents, that you would put on a front so they felt safe, so they felt normal.

Nor did you want your mate to see you like this. You didn’t want him to worry about you.

Part of your sadness stemmed from your overall day being couldron damned. Another part from your lack of time around your mate and babes. Another part from your doubt of yourself in terms of your ability as high lady and even in terms of your beauty.

It just... the day was not working out the way you wanted it to. And the day refused to work out the way you expected it to. Every surprise was a sad one. There was nothing happy about what happened today.

So when you got home, nearing sunset, you walked straight past where your mate and the babes were seated in the sitting room. The girls were in their own world, taking turns trying to read the book that was settled on the floor in front of them as the hounds cuddled into their laps and surrounded them in a protective circle. Eris had been leaning on the couch, a content look spanning his face with a soft smile crinkling his freckle covered cheek, watching his perfect babes politely hand off different pages to each other, watching them point at the little pictures in the book and pointing it out to the hounds that were around them who oddly looked like they understood every word the babes spoke to them.

Your mate had been the first to notice your presence along with the hound he had gifted you for protection when you had accepted the mating bond. The hound trailed after you as Eris stared after your distancing form in confusion, you hadn’t even spared him or the babes so much as a glance as you stormed towards your bedroom.

A sense of dread fills the male as he feels a pulse of sadness through the bond. He hadn’t felt anything from you since this morning, but he had chalked it up to you being busy. He hadn’t thought you were upset in any form. He felt his heart drop, maybe you were angry he had failed to join you and the girls for breakfast.

“Watch over the babes,” he commanded the hounds who had sat up, ears pointing backward and down in alert at their masters orders, surrounding the girls in a circle. When the babes asked where their papa was going, “I’m gonna check on your mama, my Marwa, my Twila. Don’t worry. we will be back with dinner okay?”

They nodded in reply, confused because their mama usually always greeted them with kisses and hugs whenever she came back from work, but they didn’t ask their papa any other questions as he hurried after you.

Eris finds you curled under the covers in bed, and you don’t even peak out to watch him approach you as he settles down on the bed on your side. His feet settle onto the floor on the side of the bed as he angles his body to face yours. He can smell the saltiness of your tears in the air which has his heart racing, trying to think of any reason you could be upset.

Gods forbid, had you been hurt while out in town? Were you upset with him? Were the girls too rough to deal with alone this morning?

He would never forgive himself if anything had happened to you.

Nor would he forgive the person who was stupid enough to upset you like this.

And Mother have mercy on him if he found out that he was the reason you were upset. He would rather light himself on fire alive than be the cause of your pain.

“Beloved?” he whispers when he hears your sniffles coming from underneath the covers. He presses a firm hand into what looks to be the outline of your shoulder, before peeling the blanket away from you.

Bile rises in his throat as he clocks in the tears streaming down your cheeks, your hand pressed into your mouth to muffle your sobs, and eyes squeezed shut to hide the pain that was no doubt reflected in your beautiful iris’.

His heart shatters into a million pieces, not understanding what has happened that has upset you so.

But he quickly jumps into action.

Immediately shifting to lay on top of you, to allow his body weight to act as a grounding source, to allow his warmth to stabilize the adrenaline that is racing through your veins, to press kisses anywhere he has access to.

His hands run up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and hips before pulling you up into him, molding your body against his as his arm wraps tightly around your waist, his other arm reaching up to finger the ends of your hair.

“What happened my beloved? Has something hurt you?”

You don’t even reply, you just bury your head into the junction of his shoulder and neck, inhaling his cinnamon and apple scent, tinged with the afternoon rain and leaves, allowing for the sound of his heartbeat to calm your own.

You finally open your side of the bond, allowing all your feelings to flood towards him. He takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the rush of negative emotions, but doesn’t say anything. He wants you to share these feelings with him. He wants to lift the burden of these feelings in any way he can. And if that means letting it go onto him, then so be it.

You shake against his body for a while, tears soaking into his shoulder as he strokes your hair, at some point pulling you into his lap and rocking you back and forth.

And when you are ready, you finally begin to tell your husband about your day. About how the day started off so perfectly with him waking you up, and how you felt so motivated to feel pretty for him. How nothing worked out and it left you feeling insecure. How the girls were upset that their papa wasn’t there in the morning, instead they were stuck with mama (even though you know that is not how they meant it to sound, they are only babes for mothers sake). How the towns people had so many concerns. How the children of the court had suffered. How upset you were that these things would take time to fix. How upset you were that you couldn’t relieve the peoples pain with one law, with one all included fix. How much you missed him throughout the day. How much you had wanted some alone time with him... some private time... how disappointed you were when he wasn’t there at breakfast, and how you just were not feeling good. Not feeling good about the day. Not feeling good about the state of the court. Not feeling good about yourself.

And he listened. Stroking your back with one hand, and your hair with the other. Pressing kisses into your temple and forehead, onto your cheeks and corners of your eyes every time a new tear tried to slip out.

He didn’t interrupt you once, allowing for you to get all your feelings out there. Only sending strokes of love, appreciation, pride, longing, and want down the bond that tied your two hearts together.

And when you finally finished, tears all dried out, breathless from your rant, his hand came up to your chin, gripping it to force eye contact with you. The bond had tightened into one of pure devotion streaking down to reach your end, encasing you with your mates love. His amber iris’ stared into yours, flicking back and forth, reflecting only honesty and truth as he began thickly, “My beloved, you are the most stunning female I have ever seen, ever had the pleasure knowing, probably the most stunning female to have ever existed. You are the definition of ethereal, elegance, dazzling, enchanting, and alluring. Your beauty exceeds that of the stars, moon, and sun. There are not enough words to describe your beauty, really there are no words that can accurately describe it either. You are just going to have to take my word for it, and I promise you that I will prove to you ever day how bewitched I am by you. I am so sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to. I was actually hoping to join you sometime later today, but I got pulled away by the border issues and I just didn’t have enough time. I am sorry you had to deal with all that on your own. Things for the people are very emotionally charged right now, but I am so fucking proud of you. I am proud to have you as my high lady. I, and the people of this court, are incredibly blessed to have you as high lady, my beloved. You handled things beautifully, and in ways that I couldn’t have done better myself. You are allowed to have off days my love, but I am here for you. And I am going to remind you every time you have one of those days, actually, I am going to remind you every day, that you are my entire heart. My whole soul. And my world, along with the babes. My universe revolves around you. And you are the most loved person I know. The babes absolutely adore you, and while they were complaining in the morning for you, you should’ve seen how they cried when they realized you would be gone for the entire day. It took hours to console them beloved, hours. I was nearly about to rip my hair out before I brought in the hounds to distract them. You are their world. You are the perfect mama to them, and I assure you that you are their favorite being to exist, and I cannot help but feel the exact same. I love you so much, and it is going to be okay. I promise you.”

Your lip trembled at his devotion towards you. Everyday, your mate managed to surprise you with the amount of love and affection he held towards you. Everyday, over and over again, he proved that he was the only being that you could ever possibly want or need to be happy, to be content, to live. “Thank you, Er,” you whispered, leaning forward and capturing his lips against yours. They moved slowly and passionately against each other, pulling away and coming back. Gasping against each others lips for air before shifting to press against each other with no space left in between. His tongue slipped between your lips, ushering into your mouth to stroke at your tongue causing a shot of lust to course through your body. He leaned back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan that had him surging forward again.

“EWWWWWWWWWW”

Both Marwa and Twila’s little voices squealed at their parents display of affection, you shoved Eris away at the sound of your babes, immediately glancing over his shoulder to see the two of them scrunching their tiny faces in disgust. The both of them must’ve snuck in at some point during Eris’ speech, and-

“Mama, Papa was sucking your face off!” Twila screamed, leaping across the room towards you. Marwa following behind her just as quickly. Both landed on their papa, causing Eris to fall back with an “omph”

Their tiny fingers shoved into Eris’ sides trying to tickle the male to get him away from their precious mama with their best effort. Luckily for their papa, he was not very ticklish.

Unluckily for them, the babes were.

He locked eyes with you, amber iris’ lined with mischief that caused you to giggle and nod. You both snatched one of the girls away, sending soft brushes across their torso and behind their knees where they tickled the most, sloppily kissing every inch of their faces you both could reach. Their little screams of laughter that followed, soothing the last seed of ache in your heart.

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