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Hiii idk if you write for mattheo riddle but I was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle × hufflepuff!reader one with princess treatment and secret dating? Maybe some angst with fluff at the end? If not no problem thank youuuuuu🦧

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Dating a jealous Mattheo Riddle in secret is never a good idea

a.n // swearing, Mattheo is lowkey mean at one point

fluff/angst // m.r x hufflepuff! reader

Mattheo never was a morning person. Becoming one was one of the "good" habits he had developed since becoming your boyfriend. He was also getting less detentions, owing it to you, and your good influence. He would almost always have his homework completed, his grades were improving as he actually attended his lessons, and he no longer joined in with his childish friends as they practically bullied their classmates. He also had you believe he quit smoking. He didn't and would always discard his cigarette whenever you saw him, but how could he tell you the truth when you looked so proudly at him, as though he had the entire world in his hands.

Almost everyone around him had noticed the small changes in his behaviour, but no one needed to know that he had his own guardian angel in human form that made smiling come a lot easier to him than before.

"You're really special to me, y/n." he had whispered that secret meeting at the Black Lake. It had become a routine for the two of you to meet at the lake and spend time just being two teenagers in love without the burden of family and circumstances. After all, he was the Slytherin prince, son of the dark lord, and you were simply a girl in Hufflepuff. Nothing special, though his words would have you believing otherwise.

You were sitting between his legs as he leaned against a tree, back leaning against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

You smiled at his words, how he was able to be so soft, "You're special to me too Mattheo."

He brought up a soft hand to pull your chin to face him, "I mean it, princess, you've changed my life for the better. You're so pure and kind, dont know what you're doing with me."

You looked up at him with wide eyes as you pressed a kiss in his palm.

"Don't look at me like that angel," he groaned, throwing his head back, "You don't know what you do to me."

You giggled at his exaggerated actions, "You're such a drama queen Mattheo."

"It's just what you do to me."

"Mattheo, I haven't done anything to you. You've always been a kind, caring soul, and now everyone else sees what I see."

"Lucky them." he said sarcastically, "Come on then, princess, I've got practice, and you've got a Hogsmeade date with Lavender, we can't keep her waiting." he tapped your side, and you got up, holding a hand out to pull him up. He smiled down at you when you did, always in love with how much taller he was than you. You pulled him into a hug, and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Meet me tonight?" he whispered.

You shook your head into his chest, "I can't, I'm studying in the library with Cho and Lavender."

He rolled his eyes, thankful you couldn't see the look of annoyance on his face. He loved you (though he hadn't yet said), but what he didn't love was the secrecy of your relationship that prevented you from doing normal couple things. To be entirely honest, it was his decision to keep the relationship a secret, but it was all for you. Everyone in Hogwarts loved you. You were popular and incredibly liked because of your friendly, positive spirit. The last thing he needed on his conscious was ruining that for you, making you be seen with him.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, "I'll see you later then, yeah?"

You smiled sweetly at him and nodded, "Of course, have a good practice."

"but y/n are you ok with this arrangement?" asked Lavender, your best friend, at The Three Broomsticks.

"Arrangement? God Lavender you make it sound like a business deal."

Lavender was the only person who knew about you and Mattheo, as the two of you couldn't help but gossip about everything, including your own lives.

"It sounds that way to me. I mean, he won't even talk to you in public."

"He talks to me." you muttered.

"A subtle nod of encouragement doesn't count."

You rolled your eyes at your best friend, but deep down, you knew she was telling the truth.

At the beginning of the relationship, you didn't mind that he didn't want to tell anyone, but it had been four months, and he was still treating you as this big secret. You were able to deal with it as he was a good boyfriend. You may have been dating in secret, but he always made his presence known and treated you like a princess, even if it was from a distance.

"I don't know anymore Lavender how am I even supposed to bring it up in conversation. Maybe he's ashamed of me or something."

"I really hope he isn't because then I'd have to kill him. Just ask him."

"I can't just ask him."

"Why not, I thought you weren't scared of him."

You sighed out in exasperation, "I'm not. But, I just don't want to ruin things."

Lavender stared empathetically at you, taking your hand into hers, "y/n, he's your boyfriend, acknowledging you in public is the literal bare minimum."

"I know, I'll talk to him."

"Oi big game tomorrow Smith." heckled Malfoy in Potions the next day. You rolled your eyes from beside Zacharias Smith, the chaser for Hufflepuff.

"As far as I can remember, Hufflepuff beat Slytherin last Malfoy." you said to the cocky blonde boy, "let's hope you don't get injured this time." you smiled sweetly at him. Mattheo sniggered from beside Malfoy, earning a nudge from his friend and quidditch teammate.

"What, she's not wrong." he shrugged to a scowling Malfoy, a grin evident on his usual miserable face.

"Shut it, Riddle. And you too l/n, you might want to pay more attention to Snape, last I checked you failed this class."

You rolled your eyes at the petty boy. Of all Mattheo's friends you liked Malfoy the least, he was arrogant and immature. You took your attention off of him and continued with the potion before you.

"You might want to stop paying attention to Snape, Malfoy. You act like his little pet." muttered Zacharias Smith to Malfoy. Tensions always rose near quidditch games, and Smith could have been just as petty as anyone else. His remark made you laugh out loud, especially after seeing the look of annoyance on Malfoys face.

"Is something funny Miss l/n?" Came Snape's monotonous voice.

"No sir."

Snape took one look at you and Smith down his nose and turned back to his lesson, "The two of you can join me for detention tonight and exchange as many jokes as you want then."

You rolled your eyes behind Snape's back, knowing best not to challenge his words.

"Bet you're happy to be in detention with your little girlfriend and Snape." laughed Malfoy.

"Shut it, teachers' pet." argued Smith.

"Leave it Zacharias, there's no point."

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend Smith."

You shook your head at Malfoy's childish behaviour and raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend who stood beside him. Half expecting Mattheo to say something in your defence, but you knew he wouldn't. He wore a scowl like no other and aggressively worked on his potion, occasionally huffing in anger. Though you had no idea as to what he was angry about, if anything, you should be the angry one as he allowed his best friend to talk down to his girlfriend.

The lesson seemed to draw out, and you were glad you were paired up with Zacharias, whose jokes took your attention off of your sulking boyfriend. From the corner of your eye, you could see Mattheo burning holes into you with his intense gaze. He didn't engage once in Blaise and Draco's conversation. Instead, with his jaw clenched, he sulked over his potion.

"I'm sorry about Snape giving us detention, but I also half expected it the second Malfoy spoke." Smith said in the corridor when the class had finally finished.

"It's fine, I did aswell, we all know Malfoy has Snape in his pocket. Thanks for defending me though."

"Of course, anytime y/n, I just can't stand him, I really hope we win tomorrow, wipe the smile off his face."

"Me too, I will be cheering so much for you guys."

Zacharias smiled at you, "Then I'm sure we'll win. I'll see you at detention. I'm gonna go meet my mates, bye y/n."

"Bye Zacharias," you waved him goodbye and made your way to your dorm room.

Detention with Snape came quick and ended just the same. You and Zacharias met outside his classroom, and Snape simply had you organise some of his ingredients for class the next coming lesson.

"Bye y/n, I've got practice now but I'll see you tomorrow hopefully."

"Bye Zacharias, of course you'll see me," you smiled as you waved him goodbye. You had known Zacharias a long time, practically growing up with each other due to living in the same neighbourhood.

"Enjoy detention, did you?" came a familiar voice in the otherwise empty corridor.

"Don't think anyone enjoys detention, Mattheo." You replied as your boyfriend emerged from a dark corner.

"I waited for you," he began, stopping to inhale from his cigarette, "Seems you had good company though."

You stared at him as he fiddled with his cigarette, "I thought you quit."

"Only do it when I'm stressed." he shrugged. A clear lie. His demeaner entirely different to how he was the other day at the Black Lake.

"What's there to be stressed about? You seemed just fine sulking in potions." You said crossed your arms.

"I weren't fucking sulking, forgive me for not being all chipper when my girlfriends practically throwing herself at my rival." he spat out.

"Throwing herself?! Excuse me, Mattheo, I was simply speaking to my lifelong friend. What, you wanted me to speak to you as you practically let Malfoy be rude to me, your girlfriend might I add." You pointed an accusing finger into his chest.

"That's different, not like I was flirting with someone else in front of you."

"I was not flirting. And don't act all high and mighty when you won't even defend me. You'd rather keep me a secret so you don't have to speak up to your friends."

"I'm not scared to speak up against Malfoy," he sneered as he let out a bitter laugh, "Whatever love, I've got a game to focus on. I can't be doing with your crying because I won't hold your hand in public."

"Mattheo, that's mean." you sighed, voice threatening to break, incredibly taken aback by his harsh tones. All this because you were nice to a boy you had known forever. You should have known. Everything with Mattheo was perfect, almost too perfect it made you forget how mean he could be. He was simply no different to Malfoy, and you stupidly thought he would be.

He merely shrugged at your words and turned on his heels, marching down the corridor down to the dungeons. He left you there with tears threatening to fall.

You woke up the next day in low spirits later than usual. You managed to pull yourself out of bed and make it to breakfast just before it ended. Your eyes were puffy from crying and your face red. You managed to catch a glimpse of Mattheo sitting at the Slytherin table. He didn't look as he usually did before a quidditch match. His eyes were on you instead of on his captain, and a faint air of guilt lingered around him.

"Hey you ok y/n?" asked Cadwallader from across the table. Another one of Hufflepuff's chasers.

"Just tired. Good luck today though, all of you."

"Thanks y/n, I think we've got this win, though." winked Zacharias.

You sat with Lavender in the stands and watched absentmindedly as the two teams came onto the pitch. The Hufflepuff players wore smiles and carried a sense of certainty about them, contrasting to the scowls plastered on the Slytherin players. Draco Malfoy, captain of them all, aggressively shook the hand of the Hufflepuff captain, Cadwallader, and took his place in the sky with his other chasers, Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo stared daggers into the Hufflepuff team, occasionally taking his eyes off of them to look down at you. The game began and seemed to be like any other. Slytherin scored first, followed by Hufflepuff, then Hufflepuff again, and Hufflepuff again. Seeing your house team win put you in higher spirits, and you laughed with your best friend, as you cheered.

You smiled up at the players, even smiling at your boyfriend though quickly regretting so as you were met with a look of anger.

"And it's Zacharias Smith again for Hufflepuff, he's on a roll," yelled Lee Evans who was quick to support anyone who wasnt Slytherin, "And the Hufflepuff seeker has found the golden snitch and Hufflepuff win!! Wait, seems as though Riddle isn't too happy with that one."

The smile on your face was quickly wiped away, as were the feelings of joy to see your house win. You were now staring down at the pitch with wide eyes as Mattheo Riddle was single handedly throwing punches and spitting harsh words at both Smith and Cadwallader. You quickly brought your hands to your mouth, gasping in shock at the actions of your boyfriend. You had seen Mattheo in plenty of fights during your time at Hogwarts, but it was harder to watch now that you were in fact his girlfriend.

"Haha go on Cadwallader, tiny lad but he's finally landed a punch, and Smith lanky git," chuckled Evans as he commented on the spectacle that had everyone's attention, "Riddle is now joined by Malfoy and Nott who are not coming to fight but to pull him away. Awh, shame, I wanted to see a proper fight. Sorry, professor, definitely not supporting aggression in Quidditch. Ooh, Smith and Cadwallader look nasty, but they've finally taken Riddle off. Well, dragged him off. No one likes a sore loser, Mattheo mate."

You wanted to follow Mattheo into the dressing room and ask him a million question, well shout them at him, but you knew he'd only lash out at you. Mattheo had actually never spoken to you in any way other than calmly. Even back to before you had begun dating Mattheo was almost nice to you, but in his current state you knew best than to approach him.

After some time, you hesitated around the locker rooms if you should enter. Even if you had fought yesterday, you were his girlfriend and maybe he needed you. It seemed that the other players had all gone, and only Theodore and Mattheo were left. Just then, Theodore left the changing room.

"Oh hi y/n, you should definitely go see him." he nodded nonchalantly.

"Theodore, you know?" you managed to get out, though incredibly taken aback at his nod of acknowledgement.

"Oh, I always knew. Riddle told me way back when he had used to fancy you," he shrugged, "you should know what he did last night was shitty but he did have a go at everyone if that balances it out."

"He what?"

"Yeah, after he came back from your detention, he had a go at Malfoy. Said if he ever spoke about his girl again, he'd break his face." Theodore laughed, "He really likes you y/n, he's just a bit awkward with his feelings and words, not to mention incredibly insecure. Don't tell him I said that though."

"Thanks Theodore I won't, I'll go talk to him."

You walked into the Slytherin locker room cautiously. It was seemingly empty, but there in the corner was your boyfriend. Mattheo. He was sat shirtless hunched over the bench, his head in his hands. You walked closer to him to see his bare back covered in old bruises and scars. It hurt your heart to be reminded of the painful past he had to endure. Upon hearing your footsteps, he lifted his head, turning to face you.

"Hi." He whispered.

His face was covered in dried blood. His lip was cut, as well as his eyebrow, and you were sure he had had a nose bleed aswell.

"Oh, Mattheo." you whispered upon seeing him, wanting nothing more than to hold him and clean him up, "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter," he shrugged, "Are you here to break up with me?"

"Break up with you? Why would I do that?"

"Because look at me," he laughed, "I picked a fight with your friends."

You shook your head and made your way towards him, sitting down between his legs and holding his hands in yours.

"I don't care about them Mattheo I care about you. But I can't do anything about it if you push me away which is what it feels like."

"I know," he nodded, looking anywhere but at you. He seemed frustrated, "It's just stupid, I don't know how to say it."

"Just say words I'll put them together."

"You're too kind, princess," he shook his head, "I just got jealous when I saw you with your Hufflepuff friends. It's stupid. Reminds me of why I wanted to keep you, us a secret in the first place. And then I saw them today, and that tiny arse wanted to ask you out, and we were losing, and I lost it."

You brushed your fingertips over the bruises on his knuckles, again a million questions on your mind. You never knew why Mattheo wanted to keep the two of you a secret.

"You wanted to keep us a secret because you were ashamed of me because I'm in Hufflepuff?"

"What?" he said, clearly taken aback and confused by your words. His eyes finally met yours, "I wanted to keep us a secret because I'm ashamed of myself. Because how could I openly date you when you're so kind and pure and I'm me. Look at me. I got into a fight with two people just because they're your friends. I'm not right for you, y/n. I'm not what you deserve, I'm violent and aggressive."

"Mattheo? Stop it. Don't talk about yourself like that, please. I'm with you because I like you for you and I want to be with you. I don't see you the way you see yourself. This whole time, I thought you wanted us to be a secret because you were embarrassed to be dating me and didn't want your friends to see."

"Fuck my friends."

You laughed softly at him, "I wish you had just said this to me, everything could have been avoided."

"I know," he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I'm not good with words."

"Theodore said."

"You spoke to Nott?"

"He told me you told Malfoy you'd break his face if he spoke to me again."

"I will. I'm so sorry angel for not defending you, I should have punched Malfoy right then and there."

"Maybe not so much physical violence."

"I'll work on it. But I messed up so much y/n, I don't know how to make this up to you. I shouldn't have let you think for one minute that I was ashamed of you. How could I be. You're beautiful inside and out, like an angel. You're too pure for this world, for me."

You smiled away at his words and his actions as he brought up a bruised hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. Leaning into press a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm perfect for you as you are for me. You can make it up to me by apologising to Smith and Cadwallader and then finally taking me on a proper date."

"Fine, I'll apologise to Smith, I know he's your friend, but absolutely not to Cadwallader, he wanted to ask my girlfriend out."

"He didn't know I was your girlfriend." you pointed out.

"Don't give a fuck, I'll make everyone aware now. But yes, I will take you on a date. I've never been on a date before, but I'll do some research."

You giggled at his words, leaning into press a kiss onto his lips. You wrapped your hands around his neck, going into deepen the kiss but his groans from beneath stopped you.

"Sorry did I hurt you."

"No, no," he shook his head, but the look of pain on his face said otherwise. You got up from the floor, holding a hand out for him to take.

He took it and again leaned into press a kiss onto your forehead when he stood up to tower of you.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he brought up a calloused hand to caress your cheek. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

You smiled sweetly at him as you rubbed the blood of his lips, "You can stare at my beautiful eyes as much as you want after we visit Madam Pomfrey."

"Can't wait my love."

"My love? That's a new one, I like it."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It's the truth. You are my love. I love you."

And just then, you wanted to melt into his chest. You leaned up to press a soft peck, before replying, "I love you too."

"Don't think anyone has ever loved me before."

"They're missing out on so much, but at least this way I have you all to myself. Loving you is so easy when you're not being a jealous ass."

"Hah, I deserved that. Of course, princess, I'm all yours. Come with me to the hospital wing."

Hand in hand, you both left the locker room, making your way through the castle to the hospital wing. You received a few shocked looks from classmates, but one look from Mattheo, and they instantly turned away. You laughed at this, happy to see the effect of your scary boyfriend.

Both Smith and Cadwallader were in the hospital wing, getting treated for their various cuts and bruises. You couldn't see from afar before, but Riddle really laid into them.

You turned to Mattheo, nodding in their direction. He rolled his eyes but eventually made his way over to them.

"I really don't want to y/n, I've never apologised for a fight." he said on the way over.

"You can start now."

Upon seeing Riddle, both Hufflepuff players instantly sat up, though both looked incredibly surprised to see your hand locked with the Slytherin boys.

"Hi. So I'm sorry, Smith, for picking a fight with you. My girlfriend likes you, so I guess you're alright. I'm not sorry to you though Cadwallader, you wanted to ask my girlfriend out."

Neither one of the boys replied, only stared with their mouths agape.

"Well?" Riddle asked almost threateningly.

"Babe that's not really an apology."

"It's the best they're getting from me." he shrugged before going to sit on a spare bed waiting patiently for Madame Pomfrey.

"Sorry about him." you smiled.

"Its ok y/n, just a bit shocked you're dating."

You nodded and explained how the relationship began.

"I'm happy for you y/n, you deserve a boy who'd kill for you. Preferably not us but oh well." Zacharias eventually said.

"Yeah, y/n, please tell him I'm really sorry for saying I'd ask you out, jheez I had no idea."

"No, it's fine really, how could you have known."

You said your byes and made your way back to Mattheo, who was getting treated by Madam Pomfrey. Upon seeing you, he smiled and opened up the duvet, making way for you.

"You can stay till visiting hours are over." warned Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm sorry again y/n." he whispered once she left.

"Don't be," you said as you turned to rest your head on his chest, "I just wish you would have told me."

He brought up a hand to play with your hair.

"I know, princess, you're mine, dont know why I'd wanna keep that a secret."

"At least Snape will go easier on me now if he knows I'm dating a slytherin."

Mattheo laughed, "You're using me now for connections. Don't worry, my love, everyone will know we're dating, I'll scream it in the courtyard if you want me to."

"That'd be nice."

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joshsbimbo · 3 months

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part one ♡ part two

dedicated to @luverstream

pairings: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: mike’s a weirdo and a creep wth is he doing here? he doesn’t belong here, mentions of pregnancy, it gets kinda cringey at times bc i’m silly, he jacks off, idk LOL

a/n: sup ladies i hope u likey

♡ when mike came home, all he could think about was you. of course, you're all he thinks about, but he finally felt your lips on his cheek. your lips.

♡ even after jacking off in the mall bathroom, his cock stayed hard. his face flushed from not being able to stop thinking about your praise and lips. he left work early, complaining about how "sick" he felt to his boss. poor mikey, such a lovesick boy. he pathetically thrusted into the mattress, still in his uniform. excess amounts of precum leaked out of his pretty tip and went through his boxers, leaving a wet spot in his khakis.

♡ "please... hmm... such pretty lips," he whimpered into his pillow as he enjoyed the friction, flipping over to desperately trying to pull up a picture of you on your laptop. palming himself with one hand while the other tried to enter your password, tears pricking from the corner of his eyes from how painful his cock felt.

♡ as soon as he unlocked your laptop, the picture he was looking at earlier was still up. your mouth open, tongue poking out, cum in and around your mouth, your eyes half-opened, and tears trickling down your pretty cheeks. his heart skipped a beat as he came, panting heavily as he gripped his pillows. "fuck, need your lips again," he thought before getting up to clean himself.

♡ his morning was way better than usual. he happily ate his breakfast and scrolled through your laptop, instagram, tumblr... learning more about your sick, pretty head.

♡ ding!

♡ “‘her: you better bring something for him hehehe.’” his heart fluttered. could this be about him? he clicked on the notification.

you: heyyy bae, i just got back from the mall, and guess what?

her: WHATTT? :3

you: ok, ok, so i went to the mall and earrings were in my bag?!? WHICH I SWEAR I DIDNGT PUT IN THERE

her: ok...

you: STFU ANYWAYYYY!!! the alarm went off and this ASSHOLE accused me of stealing and i think he was gonna call the cops but then this CUTESTSTTS guy ever in the world saved me from him :000

i think i'm crushing.

her: did you get his number omg INDJNDJNAKJD

you: hehrheh .,DIJNDIOIK he asked for mine!!!!

her: :0000 he likes youuuuuu

you: i know and i kissed him on the cheek and he was blushing????????? today imma go to the mall again and LOOK 4 HIM he's so cute 😭

her: u better bring something for him hehehe

you: ur so right wtf do i bring

her: :00000 you should bring him food!!!

you: YESYYEYS OK ok imma make something i love u

her: i love you too, bestie <3

♡ mike got up from his seat, mouth agape... you think he's cute? he ran to the bathroom and washed his face, shaved, trying to make himself look presentable. running his fingers through his curls, putting on lip balm, brushing his teeth for an extra long time, even flossing!! his dream girl actually likes him..

♡ he took out his uniform and ironed out the wrinkles, making sure everything was amazing. he wanted to look perfect for you. he put on cologne before leaving for work.

♡ you excitedly held a bento box. inside was homemade fried rice, salad, and a cupcake. peeking around the mall, you find mike sitting at the food court. he was on his phone, checking your location and wondering why he hadn't seen you yet. he put his phone away in frustration before looking up and meeting your eyes, a blush crept on your cheek. he must think you're a creep! staring at him from afar…

♡ "hey, mikey! i was hoping to bump into you..." you shyly make your way to his table, sitting in front of him. how the fuck is he making you nervous? you've met actual scary men, and this is who's making you avoid eye contact? blushing?!?! who does this man think he is?

♡ "i didn't expect to see you so soon, y/n," mike smiled, and god was he beautiful. you were so mesmerized by how pretty he looked that you didn't notice him saying your name despite not giving it to him.

♡ "hmmm, i just wanted to say thank you for yesterday." you pushed the bento box closer to him. "i made you lunch... i'm sorry if you don't like it, i just didn't know what you liked, and i-"

♡ "thank you. genuinely," he cuts you off, practically killing you with his perfect smile. "it's my fault, i should've texted you, don't worry." his words felt so comforting to you. he knew how all the men treated you before, but he’s different. he knows everything you like, how you want to be treated, your love language, how fragile you are..

♡ he started unwrapping the bow, his heart thumping so loud, trying so hard not to shake, feeling his face warm up as he tried not to seem like a loser. the poor boy was so busy after you left, collapsing into bed as soon as he came home beforejackingofftoyou. by the time it was morning, he had no idea what to text you. ‘sorry it was a busy day’??? ‘i love you and i wish we could be together 24/7’ too creepy!

♡ "n-no!" you cough, feeling embarrassed for stuttering, "don't be sorry, you literally saved me from going to jail."

♡ “jail? probably a warning at most!” he chuckled softly. the conversation went back and forth for a while… they tried so desperately to put the blame on themselves.

♡ "ok! shut up and eat your food, mr. security man!" you teased him while smiling, and he felt like he died. he yearned for this for months, and he finally felt it. the butterflies in his stomach turning into hawks, the chance of becoming your lover becoming even more realistic.

♡ "ok, ok, ok!" he opened the box and gasped, "is this really for me?" he looked into your eyes with an appreciative smile.

♡ "yes, silly!" you giggled as you picked up his spoon, scooping some rice into his mouth excitedly. it didn’t even fully go down his throat before you asked, "do you like it?!"

♡ smiling as he swallowed, loving how eager you were to please him.. he felt so grateful for this moment. “of course i do. thank you again, seriously.” as his lunch continued, he kept offering you bites. you kept refusing but when he got to the cupcake, he split it and forced it into your hand. as you two ate, you guys talked and got to know more about each other. well, you got to know more about mike. mike already knew almost everything about you, silly!

♡ "hold on, stay still..." he wiped the side of your mouth with his thumb, taking a crumb off your face.

♡ you weren't used to this type of intimacy. usually, guys would've already tried to sneak their hand up your skirt, but he actually cared about you. he listened, showed compassion when you told him stories about your life, waited for your approval before touching you... "i could've gotten a napkin!" you squeaked as you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

♡ "so? it would've been easier for me to do it instead of you blindly cleaning your face, dummy.” his genuine smile. the crinkles beside his eyes. the shine in his white teeth. his rosy cheeks. his stubble. you felt like there was a frog in your throat, having no idea how to respond because you were in such a gaze.

♡ his smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look, “are you okay?”

♡ “yeah!” you eat the rest of the cupcake awkwardly, “you know, i have more at my place i made, like.. 12 of them..”

♡ “oh, really?” he smiles teasingly, knowing what’s coming next.

♡ “mhm, do you maybe.. wanna-”

♡ “yes. when?”

♡ “right now.”

♡ as you two walked out of the mall, he quickly texted his boss telling him he was sick again. there must be a virus going around... a loveeeeee virus!

♡ he shut the door and barely had time to turn back to you before you pulled him into a kiss, he moaned as he tasted your cherry flavored lip gloss. his hands held onto your waist, his stubble giving the best burn against your cheek, his tongue slipping in and tasting more of you.

♡ you led him to your bedroom, holding yourself up on your bed with your elbows as he took off his shirt, his warmth surrounding you again as he laid on you before-

♡ “wait- stop- i’m sorry..” you covered yourself with your blanket, and he moved to the edge of your bed. reminding yourself that you were pregnant… and that you actually liked mike. he wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever met.

♡ “are you okay? i’m sorry if i hurt you-”

♡ “no no, it’s not your fault, i just..” you buried your face into your hands, “i really like you. usually.. guys would get annoyed at me but you asked if i was okay! and you were so sweet to me at the mall..”

♡ “i mean this in the nicest way possible, you have the lowest standards.”

♡ “shut up!” you threw your teddy bear at him. it was so hard for you two to get comfortable with other people, but it felt so natural right now. like this wasn’t the second time you ever talked to him. he knew exactly what to say and do to make your palms sweat.

♡ “i really like you as well,” he admitted, his cheeks becoming flushed. he LOVED you, but he didn’t want to scare you off...

♡ you leaned in and kissed where the teddy bear hit, his forehead. he could smell your perfume, which made his pretty brain fuzzy. he pulled you into a hug and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, loving everything about you. his arms felt like home. his musk and cologne felt like home. he felt like home. you felt crazy even for thinking he’s so pretty from only knowing him for a day, but it’s true. you were already addicted, but he’s been addicted to you for six months already..

♡ “we can count this as our first date..” you mumbled into his arms, smiling contently as you looked up at him.

♡ “no. i’m taking you on a proper date!” he looked into your eyes. “ will.. you go on a date with me?”

♡ “yes, dummy!”

♡ when he left later in the day, you texted your best friend..

you: i think he’s the one 💗

her: huh?? wtf did i miss

♡ you tell her everything that happened.

her: that’s like the bare minimum LOL i think he’s a maybe.

you: ugh u don’t like anyone thokjdniufniue

her: and rightfully so!! all the men u date r losers…..

you: he’s a cute loser….

her: like the others, right?? 🙄

you: WHATEVER im going on that date with him <333

♡ you swiped off insta and texted mike all night, planning your date for tomorrow!!

a/n: haiii!! this is longer cuz i felt bad for part 2 being lame! gimme date ideas!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader

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sim0nril3y · 5 months

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Hi ! I really like the series you wrote ! Can I request something? If not thats fine! If yes thank you! so.. what if civilian is a sleep deprived person?

Note: thank youuuuuu for your require, love. I hope this was the type of thing that you were looking for <3 Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, talk of sleep struggles, canon-typical swearing.

There were just times when sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how hard that you tried. No matter how many home remedies you attempted. Whether you listened to relaxing music, or white noise, or rain sounds, or really anything sleep just seemed to evade you. It was like this endless cycle of laying on bed wishing to sleep, then become anxious that you couldn’t sleep, then reminding yourself that morning would soon come and you needed to sleep and then back around to wishing for sleep again.

It certainly didn’t help that from beside you Simon seemed to sleep like a log, snoring, drooling and all the good stuff, if you didn’t love him so much, you’d hate him for how easily he seemed to sleep. Simon had once explained that he caught up on most of his sleep when he was home with you. Similar to you sleep evaded him when he was away from home.

Raising up from the bed as you were unable to take another moment of overthinking your position of not being able to sleep. Entering the lounge, you turned on the TV and set the volume low, watching endless JML adverts for surprising useful useless products. Honestly, you’d seen the mop advertised so many times now you were half convinced to buy it so that they would maybe show it less…

“Couldn’t sleep again?” The tired voice of Simon asked then, stepping into the lounge whilst rubbing his eyes tiredly. “No, but you go to bed…” You assured him and frowned a little as he moved to sit down beside you. “Do you want me to heat you up some milk, love?” Simon quizzed, placing an arm around your shoulders to tug you into his side.

“No.” You replied. “I just want to sleep.” You let out a sad noise of frustration and Simon frowned to himself. “I know.” He whispered, gently trailing his fingers up and down your arm, trying to coax you to relax. “What do you need me to do?” For a moment or two you just remained quiet. “Do me a favour, babe… close your eyes for me.”

You huffed. “It isn’t going to work.” There was clear frustration to your voice. “Oi, just… close your eyes. Yeah? It doesn’t matter if it don’t work, just you closing your eyes with a clear mind is enough for now…” Allowing your eyes to flutter closed Simon manoeuvred you so that he was laying across the sofa and you were placed between his legs with your back against him. “Your eyes closed?”

“Yes.” You answered shortly. “Good.” Gently his coarse fingers began to trail over your body, gently kissing the shell of your ear. “Clear your mind, babe… Just focus on right now… Just focus on right here. Me and you.” The feel of his fingers trailing up your arms, the feel of the steady beat of his heart. “You need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself to sleep. Alright?” Pressing another kiss to your temple. “Sleep is something you need. Sleep is something you deserve.”

It was weird because Simon’s words were making you feel heavy, they were making you feel sleepy, but what if… what if he didn’t work and what if he got mad? Oh shit, you were overthinking things again. “Oi.” His voice was soft, as if sensing you beginning to grow anxious again. “Stop thinking. Clear your pretty head.” Simon coaxed, pressing another kiss to the side of your head.

A few more moments passed and you really tried your best to clear your mind, trying your best to follow his quiet commands and a second later you opened your eyes in surprise, looking at the clock to see that 20 minutes had passed. “Fuck…” You muttered under your breath. “S’okay.” Simon whispered from behind you, fighting sleep himself. “Close your eyes f’me. Let’s try again.”

Masterlist | Ask | 10-12-2023

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shares-a-vest · 6 months

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Prompt: 'Build Me Up Buttercup' (Discord Drabble)

"Why don't up buuuuuild me up! Build me up! Buuuutercup, baby. Just to let me dow-ow-ownnn!"

Wayne curls his fingers around the top corner of his newspaper, reading over the results of the weekend's local sports results one more time. He thinks he has probably read the same column of statistics at least three times now, not soaking in a goddamn thing.

All because Eddie is in the kitchen, alternating between whistling and singing away, turning the radio up with each new song. When the kid feels like cooking, he's a tornado.

He's singing along to Build Me Up Buttercup now, his "buttercup"'s growing shrill as he competes with the kettle sounding off and bacon crackling away on the stove. Plus whatever other clattering he makes along the way too.

Wayne sighs, blinking harshly as he tries to focus. He supposes he should be grateful his nephew is actually up at a decent hour to not just have breakfast and get ready for work, but is also pretty darn cheery about it.

But he sure as hell could be a whole lot quieter about it!

"Why don't you build me up!" Eddie shout-sings, beginning up the never-ending chorus yet again.

He cracks an egg and Wayne has to bite back a grimace as he watches part of the yoke slop from carton to frypan.

"Build me up, buttercup!"

"Hey, Wayne."

He looks up to find Steve Harrington letting himself in, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible as he looks into the kitchen with an amused frown.

"Morning," he replies, nodding to the boy.

"Is he up?" Steve stage-whispers, bewildered as he sets his backpack down and begins tip-toeing to the table, "And making breakfast?"

"But I love youuuuuu stiiiill..."

"Sure seems like it," Wayne replies, bringing his coffee mug to his lips to hide a fond smile.

He almost falters as he sets the mug back down, startled by Eddie bounding to the table.

"Made you breakfast," he sing-songs, leaning down to grin right in Steve's face before jumping upright just as quick, "Figured you'd have, what, a Pop Tart and a gallon of coffee?"

"No..." Steve defends, folding his arms with obvious guilt.

Eddie hops back to the kitchen, bouncing to the ba-da-ba-bum beat – and singing it too.

"Buttercup!" he screams.

Steve jumps, stumbling halfway to a seated position.

Wayne spills his coffee in earnest now, narrowly missing the sports section.

#oof haven't done one of these (or any writing) in a hot minute #might be a bit rusty so bear with me #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie ficlet #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt

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disisyete · 8 months

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Chopper’s Parents

I started watching One Piece last year but then stopped cause i got busy, but lately I’ve been watching again cause i saw this scene (my phone wallpaper) and hereby promised i won’t change my wallpaper unless I reach that episode (ep.982)

I just finished Thriller Bark (im at ep.390) and i cant stop shipping Zorobin hahaha, since i know about the other characters Robin and Zoro might end up with, i dont really mind anymore if they end up or not cause that’s the point in shipping -you don’t know the inevitable. But they’ll always be Chopper’s parents to me 🥺

AHH ALSO for the past few days, when i look at my wallpaper i keep on thinking that the way Robin has one eye open reminded me of another character lol i just realized this morning that it was Zoro yohohoohohohohoho

(and somebody on twitter mentioned this from the latest manga AHHHHHHH GOOD BOY, thank you Oda. I gotta hurry up with the anime so that i can read the manga!!)

: but all ships aside, i love one piece. i wish i watched/read it sooner but i hope i’ll be able to catch up before the manga ends. i truly am grateful to the characters, especially to luffy. i hope one day i’ll get a chance to have a group of friends like the strawhats or even be as optimistic and determined as luffy is with his dream. thank you oda, you truly deserve all the recognition you are getting and im also glad the netflix live action is being favored by many. THANK YOUUUUUU!!!!

also i cried like a baby every time going merry’s spirit would talk ;-;

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spectersgirl · 7 months

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Hiiiiii! Was wondering how you felt about a soft domestic fic with Harvey taking care of the sick reader?? Or other way around, whatever you prefer! Thank youuuuuu

I've seen a lot of Harvey taking care of the reader and literally 0 the other way around, so I decided to do that!

Loving the requests, as always they're open and appreciated! <3

also, do you guys want me to start including a word count? Personally I don't pay attention to them when I'm reading but I see them, so let me know if you care or not, otherwise I won't bother!

I didn't really proofread this so if it's bad don't hate meeee

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Even Superman Gets Sick

Harvey Specter x Reader

You awoke early on a peaceful Saturday morning with your husband, who was groaning as he rolled over onto you. The second his face hit the bare skin of your shoulder, you felt his body heat.

"Harvey, you feel really warm. Are you feeling okay?" You asked, it felt like he had a fever.

"M'fine." He grumbled, but you heard the congestion in his voice.

"Baby... You're so sick" You said, knowing he wouldn't admit to it anyway. He didn't respond, he only squeezed you tighter. You tried to move from his grasp, but he wasn't having any of that.

"Nooo, stay with me." He whined.

"Yeah, now I really know you're sick. Since when does Harvey Specter whine?" You asked, rubbing his back lightly. "Come on, let me up so I can get you some medicine."

He sighed before relenting, rolling back onto his side of the bed, freeing you to stand. You reached a hand down, placing it on his forehead. You frowned, feeling the fever he obviously had. His eyes were still closed, but he knew you were still standing there.

"I'm not sick, I'm fine." he said, but he wasn't fooling you, and he knew it.

"Baby, even Superman gets sick sometimes. You stay here, and let your wife take care of you for once. You're always taking care of me, let me help you feel better."

He sighed again, opening his eyes and sleepily smiling.

"Fine, fine, you win. What did I do to deserve you?"

"I'm really not sure, but I think it had something to do with never taking no for an answer" you replied with a grin, walking to the bathroom to get his medicine.

You loved these little moments when he let you take care of him. They were rare, he lived and breathed to take care of you, but when you got the chance you always took it.

"Here baby, take these and go back to sleep. If you're hungry when you wake up again, I'll make you some breakfast."

He smiled softly and took them from your hand, gulping them down with some water.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you"

"I love you too, Superman"

#harvey specter #harvey specter x reader #harveyspecter #harvey specter suits #suits fics

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Hiiiii sister wifey <3 would you do me a favor and write about Eddie x Pregnant!Reader, where they're cuddling in bed and he feels the baby kick for the first time? And he's so excited but also concerned that the kicking hurts his wife? Love youuuuuu xoxo - @munson-blurbs 💚

Anything for you, my dear! Here’s some fluffy and concerned Eddie. He loves you and so do I! 🧡

Words: > 500

The peace you felt laying in your husband’s arms as you cuddled together on a lazy Sunday morning was well earned. Your first trimester had been rough. Constant nausea, exhaustion, and mood swings kept you feeling crazy for almost three months. Not to mention the wear it had on Eddie’s poor nerves as he did his best to keep you as comfortable as he could.

But a few weeks into your second trimester and things were going much more smoothly. The morning sickness had stopped, your energy had returned, and even if you were still a little moody here and there, so what? Eddie never complained. Especially since your hormones had also increased your sex drive to the point where you were wearing your husband out.

Eddie’s hands now rest on your growing bump as he spoons you from behind, pressing soft kisses against the back of your neck. You snuggle back against his warmth and let out a happy sigh as your eyes drift closed.

“M’so happy,” Eddie mumbles against your skin and you giggle at the shiver it gives you.

“Oh yeah?” you ask. “Why’s that?”

His hands travel up and down your tummy, legs tangling with yours in the mess of blankets.

“Got the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms and she’s carrying my baby. How could I not be happy?”

“Good point,” you answer. He huffs a laugh against your skin and presses a few more kisses there.

A sudden small thump from inside your womb makes you break out into laughter as Eddie sits up in alarm.

“Was that..?” he trails off.

“Yeah,” you say in glee. “That was a kick.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie says. He hovers over your body, pressing his hand up against where the little movement occurred. The baby kicks again and you let out a squeaky giggle as tears start to fall from your eyes. Eddie’s eyes are wide and when he looks you in the eye, you see some concern there.

“Sweetheart, does it hurt?” he asks.

The mixed emotions on his face almost make you want to laugh at how adorable he is. He’s excited but worried, cautious but thrilled.

“No, baby, it doesn’t hurt,” you tell him. There’s a third kick and you both laugh this time, Eddie’s own eyes welling up as well.

“Holy shit, she’s moving. There’s a real baby in there,” he says.

“She?” you ask, eyebrows lifting. “And what, did you think I was growing a doll in my stomach or something?”

Eddie breathes out a chuckle and rests his forehead against yours.

“You know what I mean. And yeah, I’m saying there’s a little girl in there. As pretty as her mama.”

At the fourth kick, Eddie presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

“How does it feel?” he whispers against your lips.

You think for a moment, pressing your nose up against his as you try to think of something to compare the feeling to. But you come up short.

“It feels amazingly weird,” you tell him. “The best weird in the world.”

“Aw, she’s going to be a weirdo, just like her daddy.”

You laugh and pull him down against you for another kiss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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neocults26 · 3 months

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ZHONG CHENLE

Zhong Chenle short story

Genre:fluff

Warnings:idol¡chenle - not many warnings as its my first post so I will keep it full of fluff and cuteness

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Plot: after a busy day chenle just wants to rest but when he gets home, he is given a special surprise...

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20:45

Chenle just wanted to go home, home to his beautiful lover.

He was getting annoyed as it was late and was trying to arrive early but because of the group comeback season, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you.

As seconds passed, he was impatiently tapping his foot as he just wanted to get out.

He wanted to run into your arms and cuddle you all day if he could.

21:08

Finally, he was done. Chenle got up and jolted out of the practice room.

Everyone around him was confused but let him be because they assumed he was just tired.

21:26

Soon enough, he arrived at home and saw all the lights off as he pulled up in the driveway.

He was upset.

Upset because he just wanted to spend time with you but you probably fell asleep as you also have work early in the mornings and are most likely exhausted, just like him.

Chenle got out of his car once he parked it and went to the front door, hopeless as he would spend his time eating alone, once again.

When he opened the door he was greeted in a hug.

He was confused because he thought you were sleeping,"princess, why are you not asleep yet? Don't you have work in the morning?"

After bombarding you with his questions you answered, "well I wanted to give my baby a surprise for working so hard these past few days and sure you must've been stressed with comeback season so I decided to give you a surprise."

Chenle was confused enough but after hearing your explanation, he felt warm and fuzzy all over as he once again took in the gift you gave him but he was shocked to learn you had more."What's the surprise?"

You smiled at him showing your toothy grin, "come you'll see!"

Both of you made your way to the kitchen and to say chenle was even more happy was an understatement.

"Oh baby this is so much food how did u manage this!"

Right in front of him was a table full of mouth watering dishes that were his favourite.

" as I said, you have been working hard so I wanted to give you a surprise. Come on let's eat!"

Before that he pulled you by the wrist which caused you to twirl back around into his arms and face bumping into his chest.

Chenle slowly massaged the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

It was full of love and sweetness.

Chenle had never been more happier, he was casually smiling into the kiss as he remembered what you did for him but kept it subtle as he didn't want you to tease him.

After the lovely moment you both shared, chenle then dragged you by your wrist to the table all whilst you were smiling from ear to ear.

Oh when chenle saw you smiling, he made a mental note to tease you later on as he wouldn't ever let this chance of you looking a (cute) fool go.

Both of you started eating and fed each other whilst this time both of you were were looking at each other with sweet love in your eyes.

And the rest is history...

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THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR.

MY REQUESTS ARE IPEN SO U GUYS CAN REQUEST THINGS AND I DON'T ONLY WRITE FOR NCT I ALSO WILL WRITE FOR OTHER KPOP GROUPSSS

Love youuuuuu💖💖💖💖

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle #zhong chenle #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct u #nct dream #imagine #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

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terras-domain · 9 months

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Forever More (Ahn Yujin x Male Reader)

Reader’s POV

Another stressful day at work. Fuck my body is aching so bad lately. Good thing weekends are near, now just need to kick back and relax at home. “Honey, I hoooome~” I called, waiting for a respond to come back at me. Instead of a shout back at me, I saw an angel’s face beaming at me, an innocent smile reflecting in my pupils. “Baby?” she said, giddily walking towards me and giving a sniff on my body. “IT IS YOUUUUUU” she shouts out her happiness, hugging me tight I couldn’t breathe for a moment. It’s always been something that we do together whenever, whether it’s the first thing in the morning, or I just got home from work. The love of my life, Yujin will always be there for me and giving the brightest of smiles takes the pain away. We’ve been dating for three years and even though we decided not to get married, I’m still the happiest man in the world and content with her.

“What you up to baby?” I asked, it’s not usual to see Yujin working in the kitchen, not to mention doing it alone. “Awwww c’mon babe, you think I’d forget, did you?” she raised an eyebrow, making a smug face as she sighed. “It’s our third anniversary silly!” With a face that screams “TA-DA” she presented the dining table looking well made, a small flowerpot with indigo-coloured lilies in it with an artificial candle to set the mood. “So, what do you think?” her hands behind her back and tilting her head with the cutest smile one could ever imagine. All I could do was smile and cup her cheeks with my hands, giving her a peck of kiss on her lips. “I love it, my little babyboo.” I smiled back at her, enjoying the moment as we shared a quick romantic moment before a sudden unpleasant smell reeked in the kitchen. “OH FUCK, THE PASTA!!” It felt as if the part where we should be kissing deeply into each other’s mouth suddenly went to a halt, and the overcooked pasta had to ruin the scene.

“Nauurrrr. It’s ruined.” A clear display of disappointment is shown in her pouting face as she looked down at the mushed-up pasta noodles go down the drain, as well as the pot since the stove absolutely baked and burnt the pot as well, leaving us with a spaghetti sauce with no spaghetti to eat with. “I am so sorry baby….I don’t know what to say” crystals starts to form underneath her round puppy like eyes, pouring down as the self-guilt hit her hard. I couldn’t bare watching it and just wiped the tears of her face, gently caressing her face. “Aww don’t say that baby. It’s far from over. We can always improvise, right?” with a gentle smile to convince her, I gave her a big hug as an of comfort. Yujin has always been a sensitive person ever since we dated so it’s not something odd for me to comfort her. “C’mon, I’m sure we have some instant noodles in the shelf. Let’s use it as our noodles, what do you say, Ms. Chef?” I reached into the shelf and grabbed a pack of instant noodles and tossed it to her, seeing a brighter reaction than she was a few minutes ago after the sad story of the fallen noodles. Since our pot is also burnt, we decided to prepare our ‘pasta’ with hot water, doing it the plebian student-ish way despite being grown adults.

It didn’t take long before our dinner could get started (it really wasn’t, instant noodles literally only take 2 minutes to make). With whatever we had on we sat at the dining table and had a good meal together where we laughed at the incident and had a nice evening to loosen up. It’s great to see Yujin back to her angelic smile again, it’s way better than seeing her all sad and depressed. “Thanks for the quick improvision bae. If you didn’t help in just now, I’d be by the trash can crying right now.” She sighed and took a sip of water from her glass, clearing her throat from the rather dry meal, possibly because the sauce was dry. I could feel the food lacking a lot of things, but who am I to complain, it was made by my only Yujin, and what matters is she made it with all her love. No matter how dried and unseasoned it is I’d still finish it all like a man who hasn’t eaten for weeks. “Umm baby”, Yujin paused me with a soft calling. “Mhm?” I gave a short reply, my mouth filled with the instant noodles topped with Yujin’s dry spaghetti sauce. Yujin could only give out a soft giggle, but it didn’t take long for that to build up until she chuckled and laughed out loud, looking at my face. “What’s wrong?” I asked, which Yujin immediately responded. “You look so adorable what the fuck hahahaha!” she shook her head and reached out to me, grabbing a cloth to wipe a stain of tomato sauce off my face. “Slow down dumbass, food’s not going anywhere.” She shook her head, smirking as a reaction to my attitude.

As time passes by, we exchanged laughter and conversation kept going and going till one point we just thought it was time to hit to the bed – the best part of having a significant other. As we both laid in bed, I just had to lay on top of Yujin’s soft tummy, feeling her breath moving her body up and down, the warmth forever soothing me. Yujin made a sincere smile while looking down at me, caressing my hair. “It was a tiring day, wasn’t it?” Yujin broke the silence, asking as she hummed a little song as she kept playing around with my scalp, scratching it gently and swirling my hair. I couldn’t say a word, all it there was, was a little nod followed by a little sobbing, tears running down my eyes and flows onto hers. “I just don’t know. I appreciate you so much Yujin. I can’t say that life isn’t as tough as it is.” I sobbed, hugging her tight and before we know it, it was a tight cuddling, each of us holding each other tightly, embracing ourselves in a vulnerable state. “I understand baby, it’s a tough life. And I appreciate you for being strong for me, for us. I’m proud at what you’ve grown into after all this time.” Yujin embraced me, holding my face as I watch those eyes beaming at me as if it’s a ray of hope, her soft fingers wiping my tears off before she gives a soft kiss on the forehead. It felt magical, almost as if a burden was lifted off my body and I felt lighter. Yujin’s soft lips didn’t stop there. Her lips travelled and pecked all over my face, kissing me gently. And whilst that the same three words repeated again and again, almost like it was singed into my ears and stored into my brain. “I love you.” Was all I heard every time her lips crashed landed on my face until they touch my lips. Yujin took her time there, taking as long as she wants to kiss me, and eventually the innocent healing kiss turned sensual, and a touch of romantic lust injected into our bodies.

Our little make out led one thing to another, and it ends up with me sliding my hands underneath her shirt, grabbing Yujin’s perky breasts as our mouth were practically glued to each other, making out as much as we could. Yujin’s soft moans radiate inside my mouth as we threw each piece of garments the floor, leaving us without a string to cover us up. “Take me babe” Yujin urged me as she pulled me back in to get a good kiss into my mouth. I replied to her kiss as I pinned her on the bed, letting my tongue invade her mouth to play inside her mouth before pulling out. We both breathed heavily, as if we just ran a marathon. But I didn’t care, my face traced down her gorgeous body, before my lips reached her golden triangle. I gave took my time smooching around the area, teasing her as I looked up, her red face flustered from my actions just motivates me more as I kissed and suckled gently on her inner thighs, making Yujin let out a soft moan. “Fuck…. baby please…. don’t just tease me. Please me baby” she pleaded, her adorable puppy eyes begging to be treated right as my lover. I shrugged with a sinful smile as I stood up and aligned my erection to her entrance, my face directly on top of hers. “Ready?” I signalled her, not even letting her grasp a second t reply before my cock penetrates inside her, gaping her walls inch by inch slowly, making Yujin let out a whimper to show her satisfaction. I gave her time to adjust to my size, using the time to return the kiss on the forehead she gave early before my body did its work, moving back and forth inside her.

Yujin’s moans were ecstasy to me. The more her sounds coming out of her pretty mouth, the faster I got. It got to a point I just couldn’t help myself and start to plow her insides, holding her legs up to reach deeper inside her. “Aaah nghhh oh God Yujin you’re as tight as ever fuuuck” I grunted, feeling my cock hitting her cervix as kept my pace fast but still sensual for Yujin to enjoy it. “Ohhh fuck yes baby just like that. Give me all of you please” she moaned as her arms wrapped onto my back, encouraging me to go harder and faster for her. The room that was quiet a moment ago is now filled with moans, whimpers and other lustful noises one could think of. Yujin’s arms on my back abled me to lift her up and make her sit on my cock, letting her do her part of and work for our growing lust. I brushed her hair away from that pretty face to kiss her whilst she rides on me, grinding her body on mine while my cock enjoys the depth and warmth of Yujin’s pussy. The heat in the room just overwhelms each other as we crave to satisfy one another, Yujin grinding on my cock and me thrusting it deeper inside. “God fuuck I love you so much Yujin” I groaned as my cocks harden inside her, making me much more sensitive as Yujin gets tighter, sucking in my member like its refusing to let go. I could barely move or thrust from how tight it is and could just moan from the pleasure Yujin is giving me by grinding on me while bouncing a bit on top of me. Yujin’s scrumptious ass was too good not to touch as I caress them gently, feeling them while Yujin rides me, enjoying each other’s presence as our eyes’ stares into each other, the lust from our moans and the heat of the moment, everything was on point and was just perfect. Yujin pushed me to lay down so she can fully take charge, leaning towards my chest to kiss and suck on my nipples before she starts riding again, this time faster and rougher to the point I was moaning loudly and could barely hold my load any longer. “B-baby, I need to cum….” I grunted and whimpered, trying so hard not to cum too soon without Yujin’s consent, which in the end she allowed me to by saying, “Then cum for me baby. Give me every ounce of you inside me.” Those words whispered into my ears were like a catalyst to erupt a volcano, making me shoot ropes after ropes of cum inside her. “Nghhhh aaah. Fuuuuck I’m cummiiiing.” I grunted, unloading everything my balls could store into her tight pink pussy and filled her up. Yujin moaned and came together with me, feeling her pussy getting filled up and draining her energy. Didn’t take long before she fell onto me, exhausted and nearly lost consciousness from such an amazing anniversary celebration. I couldn’t help but smile and kissed on her scalp, softly speaking into her ears. “I love you Ahn Yujin, to the moon and back”. Even though I couldn’t see her face that’s is planted on my chest, I just know she was smiling before she responded.

“I love you, forever more”

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Epistles of Saints & Sinners

Chapter Summary:

Reflections are made on Tav and Astarion's intimate night together before entering the Goblin Camp.

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Story Summary:

When Astarion meets the humble bard, Tav, he soon finds out he's the only one between them that knows they are bound as soulmates through their marks. Deciding it's more trouble than its worth, he refuses to tell her along the course of their journey across Faerûn.

But, unbeknownst to him and their companions, Tav is harboring a gruesome secret that she only thought was nothing more than a traumatized period in her life.

As they both come to face to face with their pasts and presents, will they choose to move forward or let it consume them?

Healing isn’t linear—after all.

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Chapter 7: Beholden

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We must follow nature’s course. Whether it be cruel or kind. We cannot interrupt its plan for the world. Their tadpoles connected them in more ways, than a simple acknowledgement of their shared affliction. But, boundaries are toilsome when broken. And creeping upon their coasts, will cost a sacrifice, yet to be demanded.

— Halsin, journal entry 1,200

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There was a stir of a song being born. One from the buds of untilled soil thought dead. The words to accompany it were being haphazardly forged on parchment, like random notes written on coffee-stained napkins.

Tav hummed and wrote. Wrote and hummed. It was an all-consuming process that transfixed her until it was completed. And her lucky muse? A wreath of ghostly ringlets framing two eyes of garnet that haunted the pounding organ behind her cage of bones.

♫On your chariot of umbra, You rode up from the world below, And with a kiss of starlight you…um??? Youuuuuu….♫

“Hope I’m not pesterin’ you. Saw you over here by your lonesome,” Karlach interrupted as she approached the lounging minstrel with a lopsided smile and a ‘hair of the dog’ pint in her grasp.

“Mornin.’ Only struggling with this verse,” she beamed, tucking a wavy piece of hair behind her ear.

“Something’s different about you, eh?” The fiery tiefling observed, taking a sip from her drink.

Tav placed her quill back into its ink pot and straightened out her music sheets while readjusting her position on the tree stump. A cunning prickling of thorns flushed on her cheeks. “I—no. I don’t believe anything has changed about me.”

But, that wasn’t true. Within a man’s arms she came undone, finding empyrean respite. His fingers worked her like a charm spell until she lost herself in the casted shadows of candlelight. Yet, it wasn’t her moans for him in the night nor the donation of her ichor that she gave willingly that surprised her: it was a piece of her trust.

“Perhaps it is because she engaged in quite the exhaustive venture last evening! Blood loss does have quite the effect on people. Or so I’m told,” Astarion cut in. “But, me? I feel wonderful!”

And he does look wonderful. His cheeks are less gaunt. Bags under his eyes are a calmer shade of powdery periwinkle. Eyes appear sharper, a brighter red. The sky blue coloring is more saturated in the prominent veins of his arms.

All his beauty and dangerous splendor are the reasons sonnets are made along the roadways of mud and intoxicating jasmine blooms. There are thousands of intricately weaved words inserted into poems to describe his ilk, like morning mist drops settled upon the threads of arachnids.

Tav cannot contain the lightness she feels when she sees Astarion. Her wings spread out, each feather hiding fragility under their vanes. Will he catch her slim feet as she flies away?

“Hey-o, you dandy! Ready to go gut some gobs today?”

Tav hushed the acrobats in her stomach. “Good dawn to you, ‘Starion.”

“Karlach. Songbird,” he greeted them equally. “You know I wouldn’t miss out on such a gutting show, however, I did come to check on our leader before we head out.”

Before she was able to speak, he had already sailed over to her upon muted silver heeled footsteps. She straightened her posture, suddenly aware that he is bent acutely at his waist, enough to reach out to kindly dust her fresh marks.

“How badly does it hurt?” His pale head tilted, curls slipping to the side.

The smell of his freshly applied perfumes addled her mind. His eyes, a clever decadence, held the knowledge of her ecstasies that she snuck to him during an impulsive need.

“Sorer than the wrist. Like a dull muscle ache from a cramp,” she congenially answered.

“Nothing you cannot surely triumph over. And how about everything else?” He breathed out.

The vampire does not attempt to mask his meaning or shy from the euphoria he exorcized from her body. He was brazen to ask her in front of their acquaintance.

A sharp intake of air blessed her partially opened mouth. Heavily did she swallow to control the overflow of her marching chest. “Fine. Everything else is fine.”

“Hmm. You know…,” Astarion whispered, a low distraction as she watched the tip of his tongue wet his lips. “I can still taste you on my fingers.”

This fancier of the bloodthirsty arts, has two sets of teeth. One with which to feed. The other with which to claim. For this elven bard, a bargain has been made.

She wanted to match him in his torturous tease. To pluck out his devil’s tongue and boil it in a spiritual cleanse.

But, there was fine print that sat on the curled edges of the pages of their pasts, smudged with fingerprints and laced with belladonna. Warnings of holes where their hearts lay; labyrinths of frozen gardens that have no end.

Tav had not forgotten the way their rousing decision ended the night prior—with his fingers covered in her fruit and her lips finding purchase upon his alabaster skin. The vague emptiness that enameled over his touch, apparent through the shadows of his eyes.

She had left his tent, with her sex loosened and a continual masturbatory bomb of fears that she had crossed a broken boundary of his that he didn’t yet understand.

“Astarion, there’s something I wanted to ask you about last night.” She willed her face to form into stone to show her sincerity, attempting to mouth it to him in hushed tones.

“Oh my sweet, you’re not getting mawkish on me now, are you? The only serious thing we need to discuss is when you’ll invite me back for another snack,” Astarion winked suggestively.

The bard continued her well-nigh unresponsive discretion of her features, ignoring Karlach’s pacing behind the pale elf. She stood up, a few inches shy of his natural height, placing her hands on her hips. Her jaw tightened, but she remained silent while she stared into his face.

There was a surprised look, as if she had just turned an entire ocean to desert. He avoided entertaining her with any further quips or illusions, instead, blinking several times before abruptly summoning his trained foxy slink to his face.

“Did you hear that? I think it’s our ghastly duty calling upon us to finally help those Silvanus freaks before they start complaining about ‘the leaves of nature being preserved.’ It may be wise to think of better songs to regale the goblins with then you did that foul ogre. Lest we wind up on the skewer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, ” he dramatically retorted as he casually checked the cleanliness of his nails.

Astarion gave the women a mannerful bow before he strode away without paying another peek in Tav’s direction.

Tav remained calm as he left, breathing out a long sigh. They needed to prepare for the assault on the goblins. He was a distraction—not necessarily an unwelcome one—but one with knobby roots twisted along the cloister inside his dried innards. If she didn’t get her shit together, a lot of people would die and their blood would be on her hands.

“I’m sorry about the interruption Karlach, he—”

Karlach took a long gulp of her drink, the ale dripping down onto her chin. Her face lit up, almost literally, with an excited smile. Tav knew immediately that the barbarian was far too astute in situations of sexual vices to not read the interaction that just occurred.

“Oh. My. Gods. That’s why you look like you’re glowing today! You and Astarion?! You fucked him, didn’t you?!”

The songtress’s vision widened and her face felt like it would burst into flames, much like the tiefling’s engine.

“Hells, Kar. Could you keep your voice down? We just—we kissed. A lot. And he obviously bit my neck to feed afterwards.” She pulled down the collar of her doublet to show her the punctures.

A white lie. Not entirely. She wasn’t one to share the details of her romanticisms with others. It was a preference to keep the echoes of intimate reflections as special moments; treasures discovered along the shipwrecks of life.

“Hey, I’m not judging! Astarion is gorgeous! Bit of a sassy grouch sometimes, but if I had my chance with him, I would not hesitate to get all over that.” The red woman made thrusting motions with her hips. “That being said—you don’t look entirely happy about it.”

Tav pursed her mouth, staring off to the right side of Karlach as she collected her thoughts. Her throat tightened as she spoke, delicately attempting to avoid providing any details she knew of the spawn’s past.

“You mentioned recently that you sensed Astarion has been through a lot of pain, but I’m unsure where that begins and ends for him. And that concerns me. Karlach, I don’t want to potentially hurt him further. I barely know him and it’s… look, I’m telling you this because I think out of everyone, you will understand.”

Karlach crossed her arms. A caring frown accompanied the orangish calm of her irises. “I won’t pry further, but Astarion seems to be fixated on his freedom. Can’t blame him. I am too with my own from Zariel. He can be a real piece of work, but even rotten scoundrels need a gentle hand sometimes. Maybe he hasn’t had that in a long time—if ever.”

The bard blew out the air she’d been holding in. “A gentle hand,” she repeated. “You’re right. Thank you for listening. It’s not easy to open up about these types of subjects. And I want what’s best for Astarion—everyone really—but I’m not sure he even knows what that is just yet.”

“I’ve got your back, Tav. Everyone in camp does—really. And shit will work out. Alright? We’re truly in this together, as sappy as that sounds.” The tiefling knocked back the rest of her drink, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “Now, can you at least tell me how it was to kiss him? Please let me live vicariously through you.”

A merry laugh passed through Tav. She curled her index finger near her chin in thought. “Okay. Close your eyes and I’ll describe it to you. Imagine lips: Plush, supple, but chilled. Not frozen, but a pleasant degree—like sweetened cool milk soothing your warmed lips. As you press them against his, you can feel your heart quicken and slow at the same time. Your breath’s intertwine with warm and cold temperatures that elicit thoughts you’ve never had. And when your lips start to move? It feels like you’ve both committed the crime of lassoing the sun closer to you as you melt into one another.”

Karlach visibly shuddered, opening her eyes to Tav smiling gently at her. “It’s no wonder you’re a bard. I could almost feel that myself! Thank you, friend. I suppose we’ve wasted enough time talking about boys for the day—should we get things rumblin’?”

She politely nodded and turned around to round up her belongings. Rummaging aimlessly through her satchel, her brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Something the matter?” The tiefling questioned.

“Just something odd. I could have sworn I put it in here before I came to write.”

“Maybe I can help find it. What is it that we’re looking for?”

Lost in confusion, Tav held the purse upside down a final time to see if any items stumbled to the ground. “My cuticle oil.”

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When he woke from his trance in the early morning hours with dried blood cracking in the corners of his mouth, his vampiric nose involuntarily breathed in an alien scent that had seemed to fill his tent overnight.

Astarion’s clothes had stunk of Tav’s fragrance she was ever so fond of, having made homes for itself in the islands of stitches on his sleeves and ruffled v-neck. Bodily fluids, now dried on his ornamental pillows, a sexual honeyed musk. He wrapped his tongue around his finger, still tasting the glacé of her sensual defeat; a sour memory of their night together.

He reached for the rags he used to wipe off her bloodied essence from her upper body, scrunching them up to place under his nostrils. He inhaled without reserve and groaned. Cock half-hard, a reminder of the effect drinking from thinking creatures had on his hunger. A pink tongue darted out to clean off his mouth, swallowing the red flakes down.

Under the light of a candle, its single flame licking wicked pathways to her want, he had concealed his guise of disgust behind her shoulder. All he could remember was the act itself—that it happened. That his fingers entered her and he poetically spoke naughty phrases into her ear to anchor her wetness for him.

Trust. Trust. Trust. She gave it to him with the arch of her back into his chest. Just as he predicted. Just as he planned.

However, virtually all of the details of their intimacy—the night—were lost on him. Her face was another among the blur of thousands he seduced over two centuries. Up petticoats and down breeches he searched their bodies to steal their pleasures. His cock would only thicken out of trained habit or a rare wishful fancy of ravaging apart a neck from any creature without hisses and tails. It meant nothing to him.

Yet, a singular detail did remain. A place he entered beyond the second circle of hell in lust, a circle where it seemed like his death could be undone. A river of lyrics carrying him along a raft of flower-crowned skulls towards the banks of her merciful arms.

During the twilit minutes before he released her, he made the blunder of examining her eyes before their ravenous kiss. What he had seen was—acceptance.

And it scared the fuck out of him.

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“I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you Gale?” Astarion teased while they walked through the inner sanctum of the temple overtaken by the goblins.

“Um yes, in silence.” Gale leaned in towards him, whiffing his scent, “By the way, I don’t mean to pry, but did you apply more of your aromatic oils than usual? ”

He searched for a quick remark to hand to the wizard. “Only because I knew I’d be in your presence today.”

Half of the vampire’s morning had been dedicated to scrubbing. Crouched over a bucket of soapy water, Astarion had soaked his clothing and rags, ridding them of scents unknown. Of the lingering remnants of her. His skin raw from how hard he attacked his flesh with suds and woven cloth. The final touch? Excessive dabs of his oils in unusual places to cloy any bits leftover of her odor.

“The Priestess is up ahead. I’ll go speak with her. Wait here for a moment,” Tav’s melodious voice spoke reservedly to them.

No-nonsense. This was a part of her Astarion both equally appreciated and despised. Despite her penchant to offer her generosity to all of Faerûn, she pulled her punches. It was a waste of time to her otherwise and could be messy. Efficiency would deliver the most desired outcomes, but gods, he desperately wanted to create mischief at every turn.

Astarion, be sweet. Astarion, we don’t need to lockpick EVERY chest. Astarion, leave that ogre and bugbear having intercourse in the barn to fulfill their needs alone. Astarion, don’t have fun. Astarion, let’s save all these idiots!

”Astarion? Please don’t hurt me.”

Dizziness. Presumably from their encounter with the dream visitor in the prism as they came upon the entrance of camp a short while ago. It wanted to protect them against The Chosen. The Absolute. All their enemies. To give them power. Yes. Power was the most important ability to hold in all aspects. Power will usher forth freedom and protection. With power: the possibilities were endless.

Thrum-dub…thrum-dub…thrum-dub.

Pulses? Astarion felt the constellation of his soul mark beating mildly. Tav’s back faced him, her features obscured. Her body was hunched over minimally at the waist, hand at the side of her temple. His eyes narrowed, jaw taunt. Something happened.

Thrum-dub.Thrum-DUB. THRUM-DUB. THRUM. THRUM. DUB.

Faster now. Harder pounds of a pumping bass through the bandwidth of their marks. She was nervous—frightened. The threshold betwixt them was closing in as an invisible rope pulled him closer.

He flinched. Really, he should stay out of her way; he shouldn’t get involved. It was perhaps wicked to not divulge to her the shared marks they possessed, but it would change everything. His plans would become a brittle cascade of a future he sought. He didn’t want to disrupt the plank he had been trying to balance upon since his unintentional escape from Cazador. But, he’s aware that he needs her and she needs him.

Besides, what better way to obtain one’s help to a cause—his cause—than a life owed?

“They’re connected. Quickly, we need to do something! If we start attacking, Tav could be in danger.” Gale stepped forward, sweat trickling down the sides of his face.

Light were Astarion’s steps as he snuck upon Tav and Priestess Gut. The creator of his misery appeared stifled, her mouth partly opened with persistent shallow breaths. The tadpoles of the goblin and elf had connected; Tav was fighting to push it out. A dull whimpering snuck out from her throat as if a deer was jerking around in pain.

Astarion seized her elbow, declining his head to press his lips to the opening of her ear canal, nose softly resting against its shell. He whispered in elvish, a language only the two of them would know, steadying his voice firmly.

“She won’t see it. Nothing is going to hurt you. I’m here.”

The hex of the worms severed and she was free! Tav’s body slumped downwards, but faithful hands were catching her, grabbing at her arm to wrap around staunch shoulders—wrapping around the illusionary dripping silverlight he exuded.

“When did you…?” Her voice broke up in a hoarse muttered tone.

Giving her waist a confident squeeze, he smiled sweetly at her. “Hello beautiful. Think you can stand on your own?”

“Urgh...yes, I think so.”

“Splendid. As much as I detest putting you in that wizard’s care, do me a favor and go to him.”

The bard wobbled as she stood on her own, backing away towards Gale. “What do you plan on doing?”

Astarion removed one of his trusted blades from his back. Bringing it to his mouth, he licked the side of it, much like when he smothered his saliva over bitten wounds. “I plan on slicing open the Priestess’s neck. Now stand back—the smell of blood will be in the air soon.”

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Filets of goblin meat were a stark contrast against the erected statues of the temple dedicated to Selûne. Her lifeless face watched the companions as they carved through the vile threats. Ripped sashes of ruby life essence unwound in the drafty camp, splashing the group.

A witness Tav played, as she paid honor to Astarion’s image under the sparks of the wagon wheel chandelier inside the chambers of Dror Ragzlin. He stood soaked in ichor, peering off to his side; a final swoosh of his dagger through the atmosphere, flicking off excess blood. The dance macabre had been sated.

Flags of pure white raised, red fangs and swords embroidered in the middle. The belief of their crusade, a righteous seat upon golden scales. Raise thy sword in the name of murder. Let us pray.

All three leaders: Priestess Gut, the drow Minthara, and Dror Ragzlin—deceased.

“As you can see, ceremorphosis has been halted, as a surprise to all of us. I am not one to tempt fate, but if you cannot heal us, then any guided direction towards someone that could offer assistance would be most appreciated,” Gale explained hastily to the arch druid Halsin they released from the goblin prison.

Halsin casted a yellow glow that coated Gale’s entire body, sensing the mechanisms of the mind flayers. “Illithid tadpoles. Oak Father preserve you all. I’ve studied these for a long time now, without much results. It was the reason I came here, to seek out research. I may not be able to heal you, but I can at least tell you where a mass amount of true souls are going to be infected.”

The druid was large. Almost the size of the bear wild shape they had found him in. He towered over Tav easily. Scars upon his wise face, a set of misty tea irises surrounded by reddish brown hair that wafted of autumn leaves and sandalwood.

The bard was stunned. “You mean they aren’t all being captured upon a ship and given the worm as we have?”

“I’m afraid not. Moonrise Towers is a stronghold ruled by a man named Kethric Thorm in the Shadowlands. Innocents go in and true souls—infected—come out. The lands are dangerous. Anyone that steps foot there is at risk for turning into demonic shades,” Halsin spoke in caution. “You have two options to enter. Through the Mountain Pass or the Underdark. Both come with their own sets of tribulations. The Underdark specifically is home to a Sharran temple.”

Gale faced Tav, speaking in a muffled shallow. “Shadowheart may be quite interested in hearing about that bit of information.”

Focusing on the fine lines of Gale’s crow’s feet lifting upwards, she nodded. Her eyes swooped down to the strange circular marking in the middle of his chest, the way it seemed like tendrils of smoke sneaking up past his clavicle, to the side of his neck. A part of him, he frequently hesitated to speak on. But, being so close to the human man, she wondered what secrets lay under the surface of his skin.

“I know you’re curious about it—the marking, I mean. But, now isn’t the time to explain. Soon. I promise.” He gave her a reassuring compress on her shoulder. Tav nodded again, embarrassed that Gale had caught her staring.

Turning around, two crimson eyes followed her. Coveting and dark.

Thousands of flowers sprouted behind her as she went to him. With her tears, she would bathe his feet; with her hair, she would dry them. His armor drenched in blood, dripping onto the new growths left behind, urging petals open.

Thankful for his earlier care with the priestess, an inspirited hand graced the tips of Astarion’s fingers with delicate plumy touches as she briskly clenched hers around them before turning to leave the chambers.

“I owe you my life ‘Starion,” Tav whispered, peering away from him.

He deceitfully smiled. ”I’m sure there will come a time when I will need your help in return.”

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Bestieeeeeee guess what time it isssss. I had this idea in my head. May I have a fic where Mammon is jealous with how much time his s/o is spending time with his brothers, especially Lucifer and Satan so he drags them back to his room to show them who they belong to? Like he tries to be rough with them but ends up with soft and loving smut. GN!reader with afab terms please, minus the ones for the chest that make me uncomfortable. Thank youuuuuu bestieeeeeee. Love ya 💙

Hiiiii love you too bestieeee 💙💚

Warnings: Ooc Mammon, Rough Mammon, slight praise, Jealousy, gn reader (Afab terms).

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Mammon never failed to notice the bubbling of Jealousy forming in his chest whenever you spent more time with Lucifer or Satan than normal. It hurt, though that was a normal recurring feeling. Despite telling himself numerous times that you didn't mean anything bad by spending time with his brothers, it still bothered him.

Why spend time with the eldest who called him a scum more than you spend with him? What was so good about Lucifer?

Today was no different. He noticed you making Lucifer his morning coffee and grumbled something under his breath, noticing the way your eyebrow quirked at him in confusion. When he'd sat down, Mammon felt the familiar warmth of your arms sliding around his neck, planting a warm kiss against his cheek.

"Hi love."

You greeted, nuzzling into his shoulder, he couldn't help the smile that creeped up his face, the jealousy dying out for now.

"Hello, human."

He greeted, hand reaching up to settle on top of yours that were hooked around his neck.

"Did you want anything to eat? I can make you some eggs-"

"Hohoho~ Serving the Great Mammon are you?"

He cut you off, a cocky grin spreading across his face, showing off his canines.

"I'll take eggs, toast, that orange juice stuff you brought home-"

"Orange juice. It's literally just called orange juice."

You blinked, dead panning at him. Mammon chuckled, eyes closing.

"And I'll have-"

He continued onto his order, and when he was done blabbering off what he wanted for breakfast you grabbed the meal for him, and the rest of breakfast was spent eating and chatting.

Upon looking over and noticing you'd striked up a conversation with Satan, rage filled his belly again. You were both talking about cats, so at least it wasn't something more intimate.

.. Not that you'd be interested in his brother anyways.

Right?

No, Mammon knew better than to assume something like that. He should be happy that you were getting along with his family. Though, he wasn't. He hated it, more so he hated the fact you spent more time with his brothers than with him. You were dating. Shouldn't you spend more time with him?

The knot snapped when he saw you brush some of Satan's hair out of his eyes.

"Wha–!! Mammon what are you doing!?"

Your voice was shrill and high pitched as he picked you up out of the chair, letting it fall to the ground and catching Asmo's and Levi's attention.

"Oooo~ Looks like (Y/n)'s about to get some time in the bed."

Asmo commented, giggling and winking at you.

"Invite me next time will you?"

He called after the two of you as you turned into a different hall.

The bed was flexible, firm but soft and making way for your weight when he'd thrown you onto the bed so suddenly. Your body bounced slightly with the bed as he climbed over you, hands already sliding into your shirt and hair tickling your neck as he left rough, open mouthed kisses against your throat.

"M-Mammon?"

You blinked, hands grabbing at his loose shirt for stability, a whiny yip leaving your plush lips when he'd bit down on your shoulder a bit too hard. The yip seemed to pull a guttural growl from him, sharp canines running against your velvety skin.

"Do you have any idea how it makes me feel when you spend more time with that Scumbag Lucifer and that cat lover than with me?"

Oh. That's what was going on.

"Mammon… are you jealous?"

"Jealous? I'm more than Jealous I'm pissed."

The shirt wasn't doing it for him- tearing the fabric from your body completely, you sighed when he peppered kisses along your chest, hands coming up to slide into his soft hair, tugging at it when he'd found a nipple.

"You're buying me that shirt again."

You muttered breathlessly, only earning a hum back from your boyfriend. The warmth building in your belly had your legs wrapping around his hips, rolling against his own.

Mammon's cock was hard against your fluttering entrance through his pants. Getting the message, the silver haired male pulled down your pants, letting out an amused puff.

"No underwear? Naughty."

He commented, fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

"It's like you were plannin' this all along."

He'd muttered, not giving you a minute to respond before his lips wrapped around your puffy clit, tugging and sucking on it like a man starved. The moan you let out only egged him on, freely letting your hips buck and roll up against his face.

With how eager he was to please, it didn't take long to have you cumming on his tongue, and he'd pulled away, licking your arousal from his lips. The glistening of your juices coated his jaw and lips, before he'd begun to pull down his pants.

In a few moments the flushed tip of his cock was pressing against your entrance, and your fingers clawed at his arms when he'd pushed in, moaning along with you. Your walls squeezed around him so well, and his cock twitched at the feeling.

Without so much as a warning he pulled out, thrusting back into you.

"M-Mammon..!"

You squeaked, fingers clawing at his arms he'd continued his abusing pace, leaning down to pepper kisses along your fucked out face, snickering when your cunt spasmed around him.

"Close already?"

He angled his hips, cock pressing up against that spot inside you that drives you insane. The sob that fell from your lips had him moving faster, pushing you up and over the edge. Sheathing himself as far as he could go, Mammon came with a shutter, hips stilling.

You felt ropes of cum decorate your walls before he pulled out, falling o to his side next to you and pulling you into his chest without hesitation.

"So pretty for me."

He cooed, kissing away the tears of pleasure that stung your eyes.

"Mammon?"

"Mm?"

You stuffed a tired laugh, snuggling closer to him, bodies flush against each other. Reaching up, you brushed some sweaty hair out of his eyes, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"I was spending so much time with them, because we were working on getting you an expensive gift for your birthday."

His cheeks bloomed a bright red, eyes widening.

"O-Oh… er- well human tell me what it is! You can't hide it from me now! I want my gift!"

#gn reader #x reader #afab terms #obey me smut #mammon smut

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tosahobi-if · 4 months

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I love Murim stories so much I'm super excited for the IF! How would the Ros react if a MC who kisses them every morning, one day forgot?

jinwol isn't a morning person so though he would feel something was off, he wouldn't realize it until the afternoon at which point he's doing the NO WAIT WAIT WAIT (insert jon bernthal punisher meme). spends the rest of the day freaking out. mc returns home to find him acting super-duper affectionate. would rather die than bring up the fact not getting one (1) kiss left him in shambles so he figures if he can end the day by giving the mc 10x the amount it'll all work out.

yul is a "has a routine of bringing you breakfast in bed" partner in the first place so if the mc miraculously manages to forget even in that situation they're just going to pull the back cling with their head over the mc's shoulder and refuse to let them leave. probably throws in the "can you give me two today because you forgot 🥹?" ends up steering it into an entire Makeout Session.

iseul would absolutely not notice until she walks five steps out of the house before she's like "wait a minute!" runs back in, grabs the mc, dips them into an intense kiss and then immediately runs back out yelling things like LOVE YOUUUUUU LIGHT OF MY LIFE MY FAVORITE PERSON HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER loud enough for everyone else to hear.

??? will remember that. (every slight shall be returned tenfold – have fun not sleeping tonight!)

#anon #ro: jinwol #ro: yul #ro: iseul #ro: ???

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Hi, this is kind of an urgent request and it’s totally okay if you choose not to take it since I know you have many requests to get to. Could I maybe request draken with a reader who has been clean from self harm for a while but relapses? I’ve been struggling and I feel draken would be really good with that kind of thing. Again it’s totally okay if you don’t feel comfortable writing this! Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Draken With Reader Who Relapses From Self-Harm

Pairing: Draken x Gn!Reader

Warnings: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF CUTTING, mentions of razors, crying, sad thoughts, please do NOT read if these things will trigger you or make you feel bad, please

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you relapse and self-harm again one day while Draken is out and he returns right as you're doing it and comforts you afterwards. (Gosh, my summaries are horrible. SEND HELP JFNEKAF)

[A/N: Hey! A big welcome to you to my blog. Glad ya found me! I hope you’re doing okay with everything, always know that my DM's or asks are open (if you'd prefer to stay anonymous while talking about anything personal) if you ever need to talk or get something off your chest. MMMMM big warning, this is my first time writing for Draken :3 so feel free (anyone) to comment some ways I can improve. It's also been a while (like a month) since I last wrote, so apologies if this isn't that great. I tried to my best without having it turn out too much like similar requests I've gotten for other fandoms regarding this topic. ANyway, I hope this helps you in some way or provides you with some comfort. I love youuuuuu <3 ]

You sigh dramatically to yourself as you lie alone in your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. Draken was out on gang business currently; he had meant to spend the day with you, but there was an emergency and they called him into the office urgently. He had apologized to you that morning, leaving multiple kisses to your face before running out in a rush. leaving you once again…alone.

Alone with your dark thoughts that had returned after finally getting over them for a long while now, but for some reason you found yourself right back in the lonely dark tunnel, trying to run towards the faint light at the end of the tunnel, but no matter how fast you ran towards it, it never came close.

You rise from the bed after hours of just lying in it, having been completely still since Draken left that morning. You were practically shaking with the desire to cut yourself again, as if your skin deserved to be tattered away like you did so long ago.

Just once more. Just to feel better, and I won’t do it again, you think to yourself, but deep down you know once you do it again, it’ll be hard to go so long without doing it repeatedly afterwards when the desire strikes you. You’d just have to keep it a secret from your lover. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Draken or hurt him again. You remember how hurt he looked when he found out long ago that you used to self-harm. You couldn’t bear to see that look on his face again after he saw all your old scars.

The bathroom is dark as you stand in the doorway, a reflection of how you feel inside in that moment, you shuffle into the dark room, not even bothering to turn on a light. A bit of sunlight behind the blinds was creeping in, but it wasn’t enough to light up the whole room, it was just enough so you could see what you were doing.

Your hands tremble as they reach for Drakens extra razor heads he used to replace his razor when the blade was too dull and you pick out one of the blades, positioning it along your skin where the rest of your old scars are, ready to create a few fresh wounds to your skin. Your heartbeat thumps loudly in your ears, you didn’t even hear the front door open as Draken announced he was back home. You didn’t hear his footsteps approach down the hall towards the bathroom so he could shower his day away from his body. You didn’t even realize that you forgot to lock the door, and with the lights off, anyone would think that no one was in the bathroom.

Tears fall from your eyes as you make the first cut, then a second one, but as you’re about to make a third, Draken opens the door and sees your silhouette standing there.

“Oh you were in here? Why are the lights off?” he asks as he promptly flickers the lights on.

You don’t even have enough time to hide your arms or clean up the blood from the sink or hide your razor before the evidence is displayed before Draken’s eyes. He takes in a sharp breath at the scene before him, eyes bulging at the sight of blood coming from your arm and dripping into the sink along with the razor still held in one of your hands, as you stand frozen in shock before him.

“I-I can explain,” you stumble to say, finally dropping the blade and backing up against the wall with your arm behind your back, but he doesn’t say anything.

Shock is still clearly written on his face, but he remains calm and slowly walks towards you, gently grabbing your arm without a word. He turns the sink on, clearing up the bloody mess before cautiously cleaning your arm of any of the blood on it. He wraps your arm in a towel, not caring that it’ll get bloody and stained afterwards, he just needs to tend to your wounds immediately.

Now, of course Draken has seen a lot of blood throughout the years of being in a gang, but seeing your blood was a completely different story; though he looked cool and collected on the outside, internally, he was screaming. Angry, not at you, but at himself for not being there sooner to stop you or not noticing your emotions that led up to you taking those actions.

He leads you back to your shared room and sits you down on the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” he orders, and walks back out of the room, leaving you alone again with your thoughts racing.

Is he mad? Is he going to yell at me? What if he breaks up with me?

You were PANICKING. Never once had Draken raised his voice at you or gone off at your whenever something at work upset him, he was always sweet to you, always–so why would this be any different?

You jump a little as you see him walk back into the room towards you, some ointment and bandage wrap in his hands. He sits silently on the floor in front of you, once again holding your arm in his hands, he removes the towel which is now stained with your blood. He wordlessly dabs some ointment on the cuts and wraps them up for you, returning your arm to your side once he finishes, but he makes no attempt to move off the floor from in front of you. He looks deep in thought with his brows creased as he seems to be glaring at your arm.

“Ken…” you hesitate to say, “Please say something.”

He nods his head in acknowledgment, but remains silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“Why? Why did you do this to yourself again? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t I notice?”

He was distraught at the thought of you hurting yourself again while being with him. How could he help? He was terrified by the idea of losing you after all the people he’s already lost in his life.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, reaching out to caress his face and have him look at you, but his eyes are already on yours, “I didn’t know what else to do, and I didn’t want to bother you with my annoying thoughts and feelings…”

“Annoying? Y/N, I’m your partner, your lover. We’re meant to share these things with each other. I want to be there for you, I need to be there for you. I can’t lose you, I just can’t,” his eyes were glossy as he spoke, but you knew he’d never let any tears fall out of them.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you like this,” you panic, holding his face in your hands, but he smiles in return, reaching a hand up to caress your hands that are holding him.

“Stop apologizing, you dummy, I’m not mad at you. I’m just sad that I didn’t realize sooner. It’s not your fault. Never apologize for your emotions, but please talk to me about things before taking matters into your own hands again like this. I want to help and be there for you at your best and worst times.”

You nod your head in agreement. You’d love to express yourself to him if you could, even if it would be difficult to do at first, “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good,” he smiles slightly while getting back to his feet and taking a seat by your side, “Are you okay with telling me why you suddenly decided to do this to yourself again? I know you used to harm yourself in the past, but why now, after so long?”

He curiously awaited your answer and you took your time to explain your thoughts to him. Crying a few times as you explained and he held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to urge you to continue and he listened patiently to you the whole time. Nodding his head in understanding and holding you in his arms when you finished.

“Don’t feel guilty for relapsing after so long of being clean from self-harm, it happens. I know you wish it didn’t happen now, but it did and all we can do from here is move forward and start up your new streak of staying clean! I know you can do it and this time I’ll pay extra close attention to your feelings. You’ll never be alone with your emotions again. I promise I’ll always be here for you, so please talk anything out with me. You’re my number one priority, not the gang.”

That made you feel good–knowing how much he cared for you and how willing he was to stay by your side despite everything. It was a relief to know that he was there for you; with you.

“Thank you Ken, for everything. I really needed that talk.”

“Of course. I love you so much, and I’ll make sure you know that everyday from now on.”

“I love you too.”

You were on the road to starting off fresh to beat your number of days clean from self-harm, and you knew with Drakens help, you could beat your previous numbers and stay clean for a long long time. Hopefully, never relapsing again, but even if you did, Draken would be there to guide you back onto your feet so you could try again until you finally succeeded.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/5/2022

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