#fridays at the rowdy raven

[theostrophywife]

azúcar.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.

song inspiration: baby by madison beer.

author's note: benjamin being active on tiktok is dangerous for my health. i actually feel like i'm about to crawl on the ceiling from how badly i want this man. literally tweaking. anyways, enjoy 😊

There were a lot of quidditch related superstitions you were willing to put up with. 

Wearing the same socks during every match. Kissing your boyfriend good luck before every game. Even the rowdy common room parties that you and Mattheo often snuck out of to have a celebration of your own was a tradition you welcomed with open arms. 

But this was not one of them. 

“It’s absolutely absurd,” Pansy huffed, her sleek black hair grazing her chin as she tucked her legs underneath her on the velvet couch. “Blaise has lost his mind.” 

“Sounds like you’re the one losing it, Pans.” 

Pansy rolled her eyes. “You would too if your boyfriend suddenly announced a sex ban as part of some weird quidditch superstition.” 

Since the start of the season, the quidditch team had taken a few hits. Usually, the boys dominated the other houses, but they barely won against Hufflepuff and came to a draw against Ravenclaw during the last game. Ending in a tie was apparently the last straw because the day after the match, Blaise told Pansy that the team had taken a pact of celibacy. 

For some deranged reason, the boys believed that abstaining from sex for a week would help them secure a win for the rematch on Friday. For the next five days, they intended to sleep, breathe, and eat quidditch. Apparently, your feminine wiles would have to be set aside for the meantime. As if sex were the problem and not their constant drinking and partying, which probably contributed to their lack of focus as a whole. Not that the boys would listen to common sense at this point. 

You scoffed. “Please, Mattheo wouldn’t last a day without sex let alone a whole week.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Pansy said rather bitterly, picking at the cushion in her lap. “The lot of them are taking this entirely too seriously. Blaise won’t even allow himself to be in a room alone with me.”

”Well, Zabini has a surprising amount of self-control. Mattheo, on the other hand, is perpetually horny. There’s no way that he agreed to such a ridiculous pact.”

“Lucky you,” your best friend said with a long suffering sigh.

You nudged her knee with your foot and smiled mischievously. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m more than willing to help. Blaise may be disciplined, but he’s also just a man. What do you say we pop into the village? I think I saw a lace emerald lingerie set that had your name all over it.”

Pansy perked up at that. “I knew I came to the right person.”

Your best friend smiled as you hooked your arm through her elbow. “Of course you did. Now come on, let’s bring Zabini to his knees.” 

Sprawled out on Mattheo’s bed, you flicked through the pages of your novel and waited for your boyfriend to return from practice. The trip to Hogsmeade had been a complete success. Just as you suspected, the little set you glimpsed through the lingerie store window looked absolutely stunning on Pansy. Blaise didn’t stand a chance. 

As a matter of fact, you’d given the two of them privacy tonight. They were due for a study session at your shared dorm tonight, but you quietly slipped out in the midst of their heated argument about the Goblin Rebellion and happily skipped off to your boyfriend’s room. 

Given the late hour, Mattheo was due back any second now. As if summoning him from your thoughts alone, your boyfriend sauntered into the room, looking sweaty and sexy from running though drills all afternoon. Mattheo grinned the second he spotted you on his bed. 

“Hi, princesa,” he greeted, his voice low and husky. 

”Hi, Matty.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and smiled. “How was practice?” 

“Absolutely fucking brutal,” Mattheo grunted as he pulled off his shoes. “Theo clobbered the fuck out of me, but I suppose it’s better him than the Ravenclaws. Mark my words, we’re going to beat those twats come Friday.” 

“I don’t doubt it, babe.” You pushed off the mattress and scooted closer to him. 

Mattheo licked his lips as you neared, breath hitching as you brushed his damp curls off of his forehead. You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. At the last second, Mattheo turned sharply, causing the kiss to land on his cheek instead of his lips. 

“I’m all sweaty,” he explained. You quirked a brow. Sweat, dirt, and grime had never stopped the two of you before, but you brushed it off. He was probably just wound up about winning. Mattheo smiled apologetically and kissed your temple. “Let me shower first and then we can cuddle, okay?’ 

You made the mistake of looking into those big, brown eyes. Damn him and his chocolate eyed gaze. The twat knew it was your weakness. 

“Fine,” you said as you crawled underneath the covers. “But hurry up, I’m getting tired.” 

Ten minutes later, you were fully engrossed in your book again. Just as it reached a particularly steamy scene, the door swung open, revealing a half-naked Mattheo. The white towel wrapped precariously around his trim waist gave you a perfect view of his toned chest and ripped abs, beads of water clinging onto his glistening skin like rain drops. You bit your lip as he tugged on a clean pair of boxers over his legs, cocking your head to appreciate the curve of his arse before he slipped into his sweatpants. 

Unaware of your ogling, Mattheo climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you. “What are you reading, mi amor?” 

“Nothing that can’t wait,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend.

This time, Mattheo gladly accepted the kiss. His lips slanted over yours, sighing softly as you melted into him. Your kisses were soft and sweet, punctuated by cute little pecks that had your boyfriend smiling against your mouth. You took the opportunity to slide your tongue against his, making Mattheo groan as his fingers slipped through your hair. 

“Damn, mami. You missed me that much?” 

You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk while you climbed into his lap and straddled him. Mattheo gripped your hips, moaning as your lips latched onto his neck. His pretty brown eyes rolled back as you left a trail of kisses along the column of his throat. You raked your nails along his chest, dragging red lines down to his abs, and tracing his happy trail as he captured your lips once more. Mattheo let out a choked groan as you tugged at his waistband. To your surprise, he grabbed your wrist and blinked up at you. 

“Y/N…” Mattheo said breathlessly. “Maybe we should…maybe we should go to sleep.” His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried and failed to swallow his own words. 

You raised a brow and settled over his lap, squirming against his hard length as Mattheo bit his lip. “You want to go to sleep? Right now? While I’m on top of you and willing to do whatever you want?” 

Your boyfriend looked pained. Conflict was evident on his face. Without a word, Mattheo nodded. 

“Oh my god,” you blurted in disbelief. “You agreed to that stupid sex ban, didn’t you?”

Mattheo groaned. “Only for a week, love. We really need to win this match.” 

You scoffed. This was absolutely ridiculous. “I know you, Mattheo. You aren’t going to last a week.” 

“Hey! Have a little faith in me.” 

Rolling off of him, you crossed your arms against your chest. “First of all, you didn’t even ask me if I’d be okay with it.” 

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. With a shit-eating grin, Mattheo cocked his head at you. “It sounds to me like you’re the one who can’t last a week, princesa.” 

“Please,” you said with an eye roll. “I have my book boyfriends to keep me company. I can channel all my sexual energy into reading smut. You, on the other hand? You can’t even make it through class without dragging me into a broom closet.” 

Faster than you thought possible, Mattheo flipped you onto your back and pinned you to the mattress. A cocky smirk curved against his lips as he trailed them down your neck. “Oh?” he hummed, kissing the sweet spot just below your ear, his hand gripping the inside of your thigh, making you press your legs together to suppress the need. The bloody bastard. “But can your book boyfriends touch you like I can?” 

Channeling every ounce of self-control within you, a calm and unbothered expression clicked into place like a mask. You tugged at his curls, forcing him away from your neck. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about me, Matty. I’ll be just fine.” Mattheo released a choked groan when you palmed the front of his boxers. He twitched at your touch, his cock painfully hard. “Looks like you’re not doing too hot, though. Let me know if you need help. You know I’d be more than happy to give you relief, baby.” 

Mattheo cursed under his breath as his own plan backfired on him. Blood rushed down to his cock as you squeezed gently, making him harder and hornier than ever. You chuckled darkly as he grinded against your hand. With one last squeeze, you kissed his cheek and peeled yourself away from his bed. 

“You know where to find me, papi.”

He watched in disbelief as you gathered your things, cute little ass swaying farther and farther away from him as you hauled your bag over your shoulder. “You’re seriously leaving?” 

You smirked and waved at your boyfriend as you pulled the door open. “I have a hot date with my romance novel. Good luck with your pact, babe. You’ll need it.” 

Merlin, Mattheo was going out of his fucking mind. 

For Salazar’s sake, he was starting to get the shakes and it had only been two days since he last had sex. Granted, it felt like an eternity since you were more than determined to get your boyfriend to break. Could lack of sex actually drive a person to the brink of insanity? Mattheo was pretty convinced that the answer was yes as he gaped at the lacy red bra peeking out under your white blouse. 

Had your clothes shrunk in the wash? Mattheo could’ve sworn that your shirt hadn’t been that tight before. You were nearly bursting out of it and the view of your tits pressed together as you leaned across the table to steal a blueberry off of his plate made his mouth water and his dick hard. 

“Stay strong, Riddle,” Theo whispered beside him. “We’ve got this.” 

Never in his life had he wanted to throttle Theo more. The only thing Mattheo had at the moment was a painful fucking boner. Three more days. That’s all he had to endure before they called off this stupid sex pact. 

He could make it. Couldn’t he?

As he looked up at you sucking on a strawberry, Mattheo’s confident wavered. You were truly testing what very little self control that he possessed. You were right when you said that your boyfriend couldn’t last a single class without dragging you into an empty broom closet. You were just so pretty and sexy and hot and that was when you weren’t trying. 

Now that you were determined to tease the fuck out of him, Mattheo didn’t stand a chance. 

All day, you focused on making his life an absolute living hell. Perching on his lap, fixing his tie, smiling prettily while you brushed his curls back and left glossy kiss prints all over his cheeks. His hands were in permanent fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm so deeply that he wouldn’t be surprised to find himself bleeding. This was torture. Cruel and unusual punishment. 

The final straw came when the two of you were studying in the library later that night. Bouncing his leg, Mattheo forced himself to pay attention to the Ancient Runes textbook in front of him instead of ogling you from across the table. It wasn’t working though. Every few minutes, he caught himself glancing up at you. Your lips, your eyes, your hair. There was nothing sexual about you taking notes yet he was so turned on that he felt dizzy. 

Mattheo lowered his head, trying to keep cool. When he looked back up, you were no longer in your seat. Instead, you were reaching for a book on the shelves behind you. Whatever you were looking for was on the lowest shelves, so you bent down to retrieve it. When you did, your skirt rode up, revealing that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Mattheo hissed, scrambling to pull your skirt down. 

”What in Salazar’s name are you doing, Y/N?” Your boyfriend gripped your elbow, anger and frustration radiating off of him in waves. 

You blinked up at him, putting on an innocent smile. “Oh!” you exclaimed, placing a hand on Mattheo’s chest. “Did I forget to wear underwear? Silly me.” 

Your boyfriend groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He muttered something under his breath repeatedly. Breathing exercises. You bit back a smirk. 

On his third count to ten, Mattheo finally opened his eyes. Without a word, he gathered your belongings and hauled you out of the library. He didn’t speak until the two of you were back in the dungeons. 

“I’m going to study in my room,” Mattheo declared as he handed you your book bag. “You’ll study in yours.” 

You grinned. “Oh, Matty. We both know the only thing you’ll be studying is your cock in your hand.” Mattheo tensed as you traced a finger down his jawline. “What a shame. I’d be more than willing to put an end to your misery if you just admit that the pact is stupid.” 

For Salazar’s fucking sake. Mattheo was so close to calling this whole thing off. He wanted you. Screaming underneath him. Crying from pleasure. Moaning his name. But he couldn’t. He had to stay strong. 

Mattheo sighed and kissed your temple. “Good night, mi amor. I love you. Even though you’re determined to drive me fucking mental.” 

You smiled before pulling him in by his tie. Mattheo groaned as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, barely giving him a taste of what he wanted. “Love you too, Matty. Sleep tight. I hope you dream of me tonight.” 

With that, he watched you saunter off in the direction of your dorm, skipping through the common room without a care in the world. Mattheo stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten again. 

Friday could not come any fucking faster. 

You had to admit that you were impressed. Your boyfriend had miraculously survived an entire week without sex. 

Despite your best efforts to thwart the stupid pact, Mattheo stayed true to his word. A pretty impressive feat given the fact that you’d practically thrown everything you had into seducing him. Sitting on his lap, licking your lips while he talked, kissing that sweet spot below his jaw, wearing your clothes shorter and tighter than ever, and even sleeping in his favorite silk red set, which you knew was particularly hard for him if the erection pressed against your back all night was any indication. 

Still, Mattheo withstood all of your attempts. 

You would’ve been upset had it not been for the fact that Mattheo looked absolutely pained by the whole ordeal. This entire week, his fists were permanently clenched at his side, his jaw locking and unlocking with every suggestive comment you threw his way, his eyes flickering over your body, groaning in frustration as he tortured himself by looking at what he couldn’t have. 

It was amusing to watch your boyfriend twitch at your every move. As you predicted, you fared better than Mattheo had. After all, you had a wild imagination and a collection of toys to hold you over. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t needy and aching for him, but you had ways of coping. 

“I’m so fucking glad it’s Friday,” Pansy grumbled beside you as she took a swig from her flask. 

After the whole bring Zabini to his knees plan failed, she’d been crankier than ever. Neither one of you expected either of your boyfriends to even make it this far without caving at least once. 

“Me too, babe. As much as I’m rooting for our boys, I can’t wait for this bloody game to be over. Win or lose, I know the sex is going to be insane.” 

Your best friend smirked as she handed you the firewhisky. “I’ll cheers to that, babe.” 

Surprisingly, the tension and frustration helped the boys play better than ever. They were ruthless on the field. Theo and Enzo were vicious as they defended the goalposts, giving way for Blaise and Mattheo to chase after the opposing beaters, nearly taking some poor bloke’s head off with a bludger. You almost felt bad for the Ravenclaws. 

When Draco caught the snitch, you cheered loudly. You and Pansy screamed until your throat felt raw and hoarse by the time the game was officially called. The two of you swayed as you descended from the stands, slightly inebriated from your generous swigs, but you didn’t mind. The liquor kept you warm and served as preparation for a night of drinking and debauchery for the common room party. 

Blaise wasn’t at all surprised that you and Pansy pregamed. In fact, he took the flask and downed the rest before tugging his girlfriend towards the castle. 

“Have fun, you crazy kids!”

Zabini chuckled. “Oh, we will. By the way, your boyfriend’s waiting for you in the locker room.” 

With a conspiratorial wink, Blaise wished you good luck as Pansy grinned from ear to ear. You chuckled before making your way over to the locker room. The doors opened, revealing a very smug looking Theo. With a frown, you swatted the back of his head. 

“Ow!” The brunette exclaimed, rubbing his newly acquired injury. “What was that for?” 

“For encouraging my boyfriend to agree to this stupid sex ban.” You crossed your arms and glared at your friend. “I know it was your idea, Theodore.” 

“Hey! We won the game, didn’t we? So obviously, my idea was brilliant.” 

“It was just dumb luck,” you replied with a scoff. “Honestly, I didn’t think you guys would take it so seriously. Especially you. You’re even worse than Mattheo. Celibacy for a week must’ve been hell, huh?” 

Theo shifted his weight, looking abashed. You narrowed your eyes at him as you read the guilt in his body language. “You little weasel! You caved, didn’t you?” 

“There was this really hot Ravenclaw…” 

“With the opposing team, too? You’re shameless, Nott.” 

“Please don’t tell the guys.” He looked genuinely contrite as he pleaded with his eyes. “They’ll murder me if they knew that I couldn’t even stick to my own pact.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, but you owe me big time.” 

Theo smiled before leaning over to kiss your cheek. “You’re the best. I’d say see you at the party, but with how tense and insane your boyfriend has been, I probably won’t see you two for the next few days.” 

“I wonder who’s fault that is.” 

“The pact was my idea. Teasing him was yours. Honestly, he almost stabbed a fork through my hand because you bent over in front of him.” He smirked as he held the door open. “You’ve got that man on a tight leash.” 

You fought a smile. “Leave before I get the urge to hit you again.” Theo nodded, making his way out. “Oh, and congratulations on the win.” 

After a cheeky wink, Theo was gone. Leaving you to find your boyfriend on your own. When you rounded the corner, you could hear the sound of water running echoing off the tiled walls. You ventured farther in the stalls and found Mattheo standing underneath the scalding hot shower, tipping his head back against the spray. With a smile, you leaned against the wall and admired your boyfriend. Merlin, he really was beautiful. 

Mattheo was a sight to behold; biceps flexing, abs taut, and back muscles tense as he washed away the sweat and grime. Your gaze trailed down to his trim waist, licking your lips as your eyes snagged on his backside. The longing sigh you released gave you away. 

Water glistened on his skin as Mattheo looked over his shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he surveyed you. Your boyfriend didn’t bother covering himself as he sauntered over to you. His chocolate brown eyes roamed over your body, smiling softly when he saw that you were wearing one of his jerseys. Mattheo traced over his surname embroidered right above your heart. 

“The Riddle name looks good on you, mi amor,” he whispered huskily, backing you against the tile. “I can’t wait to make it official one day.” 

You hummed while you tangled a wet curl between your fingers. “Oh? That won’t be happening any time soon, Matty.” Mattheo frowned as you caressed his cheek. “Not with the way you’ve neglected me this week.” 

“Don’t be like that. You know it was hell for me, princesa.” 

“I know,” you said with a grin. “I’m just teasing you. In reality, I’m kind of impressed. You didn’t cave once even when I threw everything I had at you. You were so good, baby. You crushed those Ravenclaws too.” Mattheo groaned as you kissed his jaw, nipping at his sweet spot. “Maybe the pact wasn’t so stupid after all.” 

Your boyfriend groaned as he gripped your hips and pinned you against the wall. “Oh, I won’t be doing that shit again.” Mattheo rested his hand on the base of your throat, eyes black and filled with lust as he squeezed. “It was torture not to touch you.” 

When you spoke, your voice sounded husky and seductive thanks to his possessive hold. “Could’ve fooled me. You seemed perfectly in control. So much so that maybe we should extend it another week. Abstinence really helps clear the mind, doesn’t it, baby?” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly. He knew you were baiting him. You weren’t used to not getting what you wanted in your relationship. Your boyfriend was well aware that he spoiled you rotten. You were going to make him work for it tonight, but he didn’t mind. In fact, the idea thrilled him. He wouldn’t have been dating you if he wasn’t up to the challenge. 

Without warning, Mattheo tugged you into the shower, making you squeal as the water soaked your clothes. He wasted no time before crashing his lips onto yours, claiming you in a starved and possessive way that had you gasping for breath. Your boyfriend was frantic as he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Mattheo sucked harshly at your flesh, his dark chuckle a seductive caress against your skin. You groaned as he grinded his cock against your clothed pussy, which was already throbbing and aching for him. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. We have a whole week to make up for and we’re not leaving here until you’re properly punished for teasing me like the little brat that you are.” 

You flashed him a saccharine smile. “Do your worst, baby.” 

“You’ll regret that, mami.” 

With a wicked grin, Mattheo slid your panties to the side and teased along your folds. He hissed when he felt how soaked you were, practically dripping down his fingers as he eased one into your pussy. You bit down on your lip as the delicious pressure awakened a familiar heat in your core. 

“Not so brave now, are you?” Your boyfriend taunted as he slowly fingered you. After going without, you were embarrassed to find that a simple touch was enough to set your teeth on edge. “This is payback, baby. Wearing those tiny little shirts with your lace bra peeking out. Bending over in front of me knowing that you had no panties on. Grinding on my lap and making me so fucking hard that I almost sprained my wrist wanking off in the restroom like a madman.” 

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You rasped, groaning as Mattheo picked up the pace. “Not if this is what I get in return. I like when you’re rough, Matty. It makes me wet.” 

Your head lolled back as he added another finger, curving them inside of you and reaching that spongy spot that had you seeing stars. 

“Good,” Mattheo whispered as he nibbled at your earlobe. “Because I’m about to fuck you until you can’t walk.” 

The filthy words sent you over the edge. Mattheo flicked his thumb over your swollen clit and you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. So fucking greedy, hm?” 

You let out a choked moan. Mattheo grabbed your wrist and slid your hand down his front. “Do you feel that, princesa? I’ve been hard as fuck for you all week. Are you gonna be a good girl and help me out?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Let me take care of you, papi.” 

Mattheo twitched in your hand as you gripped him, tugging as he watched you with lust blown eyes. The intensity of his stare made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

“I thought about this while getting myself off this week. Your hands. Your eyes. Your voice.” 

“I thought about you, too,” you confessed. “But it doesn’t compare to the real thing. God, you’re fucking sexy.” You rubbed your thumb over his tip, rubbing his precum over his head. Mattheo whimpered against your neck. “I missed you whimpering for me.” 

“I don’t whimper,” Mattheo countered. 

You raised a brow and picked up the pace, working him until his eyes rolled back. Despite his denial, Mattheo whimpered even louder this time. 

“You’re playing dirty, baby.” 

“I thought you liked it dirty, Matty.” 

“I do,” he said with a smirk before curving his long fingers inside of you. You shuddered as he hit that sweet spot. “Now come on, pretty girl. Come with me.” 

You nodded, picking up the pace and groaning as Mattheo pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. He licked the roof of your mouth, shuddering as he bucked into your hand. You tugged at him, coaxing him to cum as he panted against your neck. 

“Fuck. Don’t stop, baby. I’m so fucking close.” 

“Me too, Matty,” you whimpered, grinding against his fingers to take more. 

The orgasm crackled over you like a lightning strike, singing your veins with heat as your boyfriend continued to fuck you with his fingers. Mattheo wasn’t satisfied with one orgasm. He coaxed another out of you, laughing as you greedily bucked against his hand, biting into his shoulder while the second wave hit. 

By the time your third orgasm rolled around, you genuinely felt as though you’d left your own body. Mattheo only relented when your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled, cries of his name falling sweetly from your lips. 

“Tú eres dulce como el azúcar.”

You opened your eyes slowly and found Mattheo lapping up your cum, swirling and sucking his fingers clean with a smirk. You’re sweet like sugar. Though the words were seemingly innocent, Mattheo was anything but. Your boyfriend knew exactly how much it turned you on when he spoke Spanish and he was definitely using it to his advantage.

“That was just the appetizer, baby. Got you all warmed up for my cock. Think you can take it, Y/N?” 

“I’ve been waiting all week,” you responded hoarsely. 

“It’s worth the wait,” Mattheo declared cockily as he flipped you over. He stripped you of your clothes, carelessly tossing them behind his shoulder while he positioned your hands on the tiled wall. You groaned as he bent you at an angle, smacking your ass before he lined up behind you. “I promise to fucking ruin you, mi pinche puta.” 

Anticipation coiled in your stomach as Mattheo sank in slowly. Both of you groaned as he slid all the way in, twitching as he stuffed you full. It was familiar yet new at the same time. It had always been a tight fit, but given your involuntary break, you could feel yourself struggling to adjust to his size once again. 

Mattheo gripped your hips, leaving bruises in his wake as he slid all the way out. You whined at the loss, but it wasn’t long before he thrusted all the way back in, knocking the air out of your lungs as he set a punishing pace. You braced yourself against the tile as he spread your legs further apart, allowing him to hit an even deeper angle. 

“Oh fuck, how do you always feel so good?” Mattheo grunted as his hips snapped against your ass, brutally burying himself inside of your pussy over and over again. “You were made for me, princesa. We’re perfect together.”

”Matty, baby, please…”

You keened as Mattheo tugged you by the hair, kissing you sloppily as he continued to ruin you. He cupped your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipples as he squeezed your flesh between his rough, calloused hands. Mattheo kneaded your breasts and used the momentum to drive deeper. His palm trailed down your torso, pressing against your stomach to feel himself moving with each thrust. 

Tears streaked your cheeks as your eyes rolled back. “Oh gods. Fuck me. Right there, baby. You fill me up so good. I love being full of you.” 

“Yeah?” Mattheo drawled as his hand crawled up your throat. “You like when I fuck you rough? Deep down, you just want to be treated like a slut. Don’t you, princess?” 

“I do,” you breathed, groaning as Mattheo squeezed your neck. “But I’m only a slut for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right, baby.” He said proudly. “This pussy is mine. All fucking mine.” 

You clenched, squeezing him so tightly that Mattheo felt like he might cum then and there. “So greedy. Milking me fucking dry. God, you’re perfect. Mi princesa, mi vida, mi amor.” Your boyfriend shuddered as you grinded against him, picking up the momentum as the two of you neared euphoria. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

”Cum inside me, Matty. I want to feel you. I want all of it.” 

Mattheo cursed, his body seizing as he came with a loud cry. The sensation of him filling you to the brim, his hot cum dripping out of you and coating the inside of your thighs was enough to send you over the edge. You trembled as the orgasm hit you all at once and nearly passed out from the sheer force of it. 

Fortunately, strong arms wrapped around you before your legs could give out from underneath you. Mattheo pulled you against him, holding your trembling body as you came down from the high. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he cleaned you up. Your boyfriend took his time washing your body, taking great care when it came to your sensitive core. 

You smiled up at him as he lathered shampoo into your hair, letting you return the favor and sighing in satisfaction as you scratched his scalp. Mattheo grinned, flashing you a lovesick smile as you rinsed the product out of his hair. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered softly. 

“I love you more,” you countered.

”Impossible.” 

After the two of you dried off, you leaned against the wall and allowed Mattheo to clothe you in his hoodie and sweats. He tied your shoes before giving you a sweet peck. 

“Ready, princesa?” 

You nodded and took his hand. Without the support of the solid wall, your legs wobbled as you struggled to walk. Mattheo caught you around the waist, a smirk tugging at his handsome face. 

“I warned you, Y/N.” He looked entirely too smug and satisfied for your liking. “Told you I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.” 

Your boyfriend chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “Poor baby. Don’t worry, mi amor. Let your Matty take care of you, hm?” 

“I take it back. I kind of hate you right now, Mattheo.” 

You squealed as he picked you up bridal style. He didn’t even break a sweat as he carried you across the field. “No, you don’t. But you can fuck me like you do.” 

“Deal.”

[cherikdogfood]

For @desdemona2902 : Erik is getting drinks for them and some random asks Charles "are you working?" This happened irl. it was very funny but I don't think Erik would be amused.

Thank you for the lovely prompt! I hope you like it!

Notes: NSFW at the end.

Are You Working?

"I'll get us more drinks," Erik said telepathically, knowing that speaking out loud would be useless in the rowdy environment.

"Okay, don't keep me waiting for too long," Charles giggled, already slightly tipsy.

Erik sighed fondly and stood up, making his way through the crowd. It was a typical Friday night, the bar filled with customers, both human and mutant alike, mingling and chatting and drinking.

Erik asked the bartender for his drinks, the usual, and tapped his finger impatiently as he waited.

He wondered what Charles was doing right now. Probably thinking about his students, or the countless papers he had to grade, or about Raven and Hank's upcoming wedding.

God, speaking about the wedding, Erik was dizzy with all the things they had to choose -- the color scheme, the flowers, the vases, the cakes, the food, the chairs, god, even the napkins! He couldn't help thinking about him and Charles...

When it's their turn to get married (and it's a question of when, because they have talked about getting married and they just need to set a date), Erik knows he'll have to go through the entire process just like Raven and Hank -- picking the venue, the clothes, the chairs (he wants the chairs to be metal), the jewelry (he'll be hand-carving the ring for Charles, of course), and even the guest list (Erik wants to ban Azazel from coming since the last time Azazel got drunk during a wedding party, he teleported everywhere and smeared cake all over the place).

When the drinks finally arrived, Erik was listing the people he would be okay with as the minister of his and Charles' wedding. Number one, first and foremost, was Emma Frost. Partly because she was indeed an ordained minister (fancy that, Erik was sure she had mind-whammied someone into ordaining her) and partly because she was his best friend.

The fact that she was an ice-cold telepath who had asked (read: demanded) to be the minister for their wedding definitely did not play a part. And Erik was definitely not afraid of her, even after that incident when she used her telepathy to make him think he was a frog and shamelessly asked Charles for a kiss to turn him into a human.

(Charles thought it was funny and sweet, Raven had gagged, Hank had been embarrassed, and Emma had found the entire situation hilarious. She had also taken a video of the entire incident and threatened to show it to Azazel, who would no doubt laugh his tail off if he knew).

Even so, he loved Emma and Azazel and would not trade them for all the metal in the world. Maybe.

It was at this point that Erik knew he was much drunker than he thought he was, because the only times he would admit that he loved his friends was when he was really drunk, or when he was with Charles, because Charles was a telepath and his future husband and he couldn't hide anything from him.

Erik held the drinks in one hand and spotted Charles, smiling before he heard the most outrageous sentence that made his blood boil.

"Hey, are you here working?" A man asks, looming over Charles' small figure.

"Huh?" Charles looks dazedly at the man.

"I said, are you working? If you are, how much for a blowjob?" The man asks again.

Charles blinks owlishly and the man runs a hand through his hair.

"Or can I just fuck you? I've seen that ass of yours, I really want to squeeze it," the man chuckles lewdly.

Erik is thrumming with fury and all the metal in the room is vibrating subtly, and he should move, he should reach out to Charles and take him away from that bastard, but for some reason he can't move, he's rooted to the spot and there's nothing he can do but watch.

"You can't," Charles slurs, "I belong to someone already..."

"You're booked for the night?" The man asks, impatient. "Don't worry, whatever that guy offered you, I can pay double. Just name the price.

"I'm not booked for the night," Charles says.

Erik feels his heart drop and quickly reminds himself that Charles is drunk. Charles has no idea what he's saying. He shouldn't be upset. He should move, damn it, do something--!

"M'sorry," Charles says, smiling apologetically, "I'm booked for life."

The man is puzzled, and Erik feels himself soar into the skies.

"I said, m'booked for life. I'm Erik's," Charles says, speaking as if it's a matter of fact (and it is).

Suddenly Erik feels his limbs and shifts. He can move -- he wastes no time to walk (more like stomp angrily) to the man and glares at him. (It's at moments like these when Erik wishes he had Scott's powers instead, so he could blast this bastard away just by glaring).

"Charles," he says, putting down the drinks and snaking his arms around Charles' waist.

It's not enough, he thinks, so he gently cups Charles' face in one hand and plants his lips over Charles'.

He wanted to kiss Charles gently, but feeling the soft and pliant lips part obediently for him made him growl in satisfaction, turning the kiss into a heated one. Tongues and teeth clashed, Erik seeming as if he wanted to meld Charles into his own flesh and devour him.

Mine, he thinks, hot and possessive.

Yours, Charles replies, whimpering underneath him.

The sound is enough to make Erik's blood boil, this time out of lust. His drinks (and the man) are forgotten as he hoists Charles to his feet.

"Let's go," he whispers, dragging Charles out of the bar and hailing a cab. The ride back home is torturously slow, Erik trying not to just fuck Charles right then and there. It's a losing battle, really, because Erik's pants are already too tight and seeing Charles flushed and panting is enough to make him cum. To make matters worse, a drunk Charles means a horny Charles, and Charles wants more than just kisses on the mouth.

"Do you know what the man was thinking, Erik?" He asks, biting his lip and making Erik's dick twitch. Gott, that mouth, imagining it wrapped around his dick, sucking him off, the sounds Charles would make, tears spilling out of his cerulean eyes as he could do nothing but take it --

"Yes, oh yes," Charles moans, "That's exactly what he was thinking."

And Charles, the slut that he is, sends him image after image, Charles pressed to the bed, ass up in the air as Erik pounds into him, Charles lying flat on the bed, moaning and whimpering as Erik fingers him, Charles riding him until his legs are sore, bouncing on Erik's cock, Erik fucking Charles until he can't speak or think, forgetting everything except Erik's name.

When they arrive at their house, Erik thanks the driver, giving him a generous tip, and pulls Charles inside.

They don't make it to the bed before Erik fucks him, claiming him against the wall, because Charles is his.

Mine, mine, mine, Erik's mind sings as he thrusts into Charles' tight hole.

Yours, ah-- yours, Erik, please--! Charles pleads.

Erik grins. It's going to be a long, long, night.

[made by cherikdogfood]

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Four

Day: Friday, September 1st Time: 8:20 PM CST

The Foxes spread out into a loose circle in the locker room to shed extraneous gear and stretch. The others looked beat but sounded lively. They chatted about their comeback, sounding cautiously hopeful for second half. Dan and Matt were even laughing about something rude a striker had said to Matt. Neil looked around the circle at them, soaking up their enthusiasm, but his attention caught and held on Andrew before long. Neil had seen Andrew go through withdrawal before, but not like this. It'd always been late at night when exhaustion had set in or down in Columbia with drugs and alcohol to soften the edge. In those sorts of backdrops Neil couldn't really appreciate the dead stage Andrew went through. Everyone warned Neil that Andrew didn't care about Exy, but some part of Neil refused to believe that. The pieces didn't add up right, especially when Andrew willingly came off his euphoric drugs for games. The fight with Kevin this morning proved something strange was going on. But Andrew stood a silent stone in their midst, looking a thousand miles away from all of this. He was a vacuum his teammates' rowdy cheer couldn't touch. "Stop it." He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even realize he'd spoken until his teammates' conversations petered off. Dan and Matt sent him curious looks. Renee glanced between Neil and Andrew, whereas Aaron didn't look up at all. Kevin put it together faster than anyone, since he felt the same nauseous anger toward Andrew's apathy. The look he flicked Andrew was accusatory. Andrew slid a bored look Neil's way. "I'm not doing anything." "Exactly," Neil wanted to say, but he knew it was a senseless argument.

Art used with permission by Lunapiq. Thank you so much @lunapiq !

[beanswrites]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ft. Venti, Keaya, Zhongli, Childe, Arataki Itto, Thoma

hehe hi guys!! i know i haven't been active like at ALL but i'm here now! honestly life has gotten so busy plus i fell into a bit of a writer's block but here we are again and Fic Friday with Beans is finally starting (forreal, this time)

this is actually the first time i've written for genshin!! it's been a long time comming. can you tell that itto is my favorite character

Tags: genshin impact, genshin men from mondstadt, liyue and inazuma, venti, keaya, zhongli, childe, arataki itto, thoma, gender neutral reader, no pronouns, fluff, confessing feelings, kinda angst in Childe's part??

Warnings: none

Word count: about 250 for everyone

Part two??

masterlist | rules for requesting

Venti:

In all of his hundreds and thousands of years of existance, Venti has always been quite flirty, especially when drunk. You, having known him all your life, knew this, and accepted it as one of the many characterists of the playful god. It's not as if he wasn't like that with you, either! Almost every time you and him went out to the Rowdy Raven, the night would end with him murmuring sweet nothings and playful pick-up lines at you. You always brushed it off, assuming it was the alcohol that was talking.

However, his sweet words have nothing to do with alcohol. Sober or drunk, he still meant everything he said, word for word. During the next Windblume festival, in which was normal to celebrate your loved ones, the bubbly archon greeted you with his lyre.

"I wrote a song about you, Y/n!"

Then, he sang, and goosebumps rose on your skin. It was the most romantic song you've heard, the soft tunes matching with the heartfelt lyrics. Once he finished the song, tears were prickling in the corners of your eyes.

"So all of that you said in the tavern..."

"Yeah, I meant it! I love you, Y/n, I always have!"

Keaya:

Even though Keaya was the flirtiest person the Knights of Favonious ever saw, he never flirted because of actual feelings. It was all fun and games to him! That's why, even though your heart hoped for the handsome captain to actually mean the sweet words he says, your head had to remind you that flirting with you wasn't any different to him than talking to any other.

However, lately Keaya has been extra sweet with you. Not just his regular flirts, not even the smug, sexy way he smiles to all the gorgeous Mondstadt citizen. No, in the last couple of days the Cavalry Captain had his eyes glued on you and you only. Every single one of his breaks he spent with you, often joining you for a walk and maybe a drink after his work days end. Once on those walks around the streets of Mondstadt, you suddenly stopped in your tracks:

"Keaya, why do give me so much of your attention? You don't chit-chat with the ladies at the fountain on your way to work, and I even noticed you don't really hang out with Rosaria anymore... What's up with that?"

"Well, lately I've had my eyes, and dare I say heart, set on a certain someone..." He looked at you lovingly, a spark of genuine affection gleaming in his icy blue eyes.

Zhongli:

Zhongli is a god, an Archon, a divine creature - and divine creatures don't quite understand romance, and the gestures representing it. As soon as you met him, he's always been really friendly with you, always making the time to be with you in spite of his busy schedule. He has invited you to dinner with him and Childe (even though it was technically supposed to be a business dinner) multiple times and brought you flowers a couple of times, as he saw other humans doing it too.

Unfortunately, Zhongli didn't really know that he was supposed to say his feelings - in fact, he didn't even know what he was feeling. Before becoming mortal, he couldn't feel these feelings nor understand them the best. Now, all of this was so new to him that he didn't know how to act or what to do.

One day, as he once again cleared his schedual at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to hang out with you, he asked:

"Y/n, Childe tells me you didn't know I felt admiration and endearment towards you. Is this true? Have I not shown it properly?"

"Uh.. What?! Zhongli, are you saying that you.. Fell in love with me?"

"Yes, I am. Have I done something wrong to show it?"

Childe:

Much like Keaya, Childe had a naturally flirty personality. Perhaps, not flirty - no, the real word to describe him was smug. Tartaglia was smug. Even when speaking with and threatening his greatest enemies, The Fatui harbinger always managed to lightly chuckle seductivly and even slip some snarky nicknames and comments into the conversation. Nothing has changed since you first met him - he still acts the same with you, a friend Zhongli has introduced him to.

Except, you're not just his friend, and the both of you know that. There's been a shift in the atmosphere between the two of you lately, but neither wants to admit it. Childe, mostly, because he's scared. Somebody with such a dangerous job as him could never be the loving boyfriend you deserved.

One day, he was supposed to leave Liyue Harbor for a mission, for archons-know-how long. It could be a couple of days or a couple of months, and he didn't want to leave you without a proper goodbye. So, here he was on your doorstep, and immediately cutting you off before you even tried to ask what he was doing:

"Y/n, I have to go. I don't know how long I'll be away for, and before I go, I wanted to let you know that I love you"

Arataki Itto:

Itto is a lot of things, but most of all, the Oni is loud. About everything in his life. Almost never being the one to shy away from a fight or hide his feelings, he immediately wanted to tell you as soon as he realized he had fallen for you. However, you were different, special even, and he couldn't just march into your house and tell you loud and clear that he loves you, but that simply wouldn't do. So, he decided to discuss his confession with the Arataki gang.

"C'mon, guys, think! Should I bring flowers? Or maybe some lollipops? OH! How about we sing a song? Yeah, that'd be EPIC! But no, no no no, we can't scare her..."

"Uh, boss..? What if she rejects you?" Akira asked. Itto burst into a loud laugh.

"The great Arataki Itto doesn't get rejected! I mean, I'd be cool even if she, ya know, didn't feel that way, but that's never going to happen! Now I just gotta think of a way to tell her..."

Kuki finally joined the conversation.

"Boss, why don't you just tell her that you need to talk, and then just say what you're feeling?"

So he did exactly that. Even though Shinobu was a bit inexperienced with romance and love, she was still the smartest member of the Arataki Gang, so she must be right!

"Hey, Y/n! Uhh, could you, I mean.. Uh.. I wanna talk about something! Yeah, yeah, I wanna tell you something! You got time?"

"Uh, sure, Itto! What's up?" You asked with a smile.

"I, uhm.. Lately I realised that you are really, really cool and awesome- I mean of course you are, you are part of the Arataki gang! But, uh.. I kinda realized that maybe you're "I'm in love with you" awesome, and not just "Yooo my guy" kinda awesome..."

"Awww, that's sweet Itto- Wait. What?!"

Thoma:

Thoma is a real sweetheart, with a heart of gold. Nobody could deny it! And you knew that very well. So, naturally, when he started being extra nice to you and cooking you meals and helping you with your chores around the Kamisato estate, you just wrote it off as him being kind like he always was. And it was making him lose his mind.

The poor guy tried everything to make you see that he likes, no - loves you, but each one of his tries is unsuccessful. He even starts thinking that maybe you have realized that he's flirting with you, but nevertheless ignored him! Saddened by your cluelesness, he decides to stop these little activities with you, and you notice that he's being a lot colder than usual.

"Hey, Thoma.. What's wrong? Why do you not want to talk to me anymore?"

"Because you're not getting that I love you"

"What?! You're in love with me? So all these nice things you did were-"

"Yeah, heh, flirting. I was flirting with you, Y/n, because I'm in love with you"

Thanks for reading!! Love you guys!! Requests coming soon!

[garf-lover96]

Friday night at the rowdy raven (literally the first time i've drawn fanart)

SHUT UPPP YOU ACTUALLY DREW THIS OMG😭😭😭 I'M CRYING THANK YOU

[secretsinthevoid]

Blue - Misty, Green - Elara, Red- Raven

🌫️- How many people are in your system? 25

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors? Various shades of blues, purples, pinks, greens, red, black, silver/grey, Orange

☂️- Most common fronters? Normally- Elara, Atlas, Mouse and Jupiter (occassionally). Recently- Elara, Raven, and Misty (me)

☔- Collective pronouns? We each have our own but They/them works

💦- Everyone's pronouns? Mainly She/her, He/him, They/them, it/its. and We have a few that use Fae/Faers, and Xe/Xir. Pluto accepts all.

💧- Most common age group? Ageless. They chose not to list their age since its most likely over 100, they don't age, or age differently.

💨- Do you have any fictives? Not that we know of.

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system? Celeste and Deimos are the main "couple", though most of our relationships are platonic with one another unless stated otherwise.

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number? 13 for Friday the 13th.

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent? All of us.

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+? All of us Identify as Queer

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)? most of us are. there's only 7 humans in our system.

🌈- What are some common hobbies? Video Games, binging movies/tv shows, and reading.

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone? Pasta, fries, chocolate, and cheese burgers.

🔥- Current hyperfixations? In between right now

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests? Just to name a few Anime, Music, Movies/Tv shows, Space and the Ocean

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one) For the most part we each have our own room/area that's decorated/designed by us to fit our own needs that we either stay in until needed/bored, or use for vacation (aka dormancy). We have a main room that's open for everyone within the system. Very basic lounge/living room; Fireplace, a chest full of extra blankets and pillows, couple of couches, a beanbag, a bookshelf, and some plants.

✨- Does anyone have a pet? Not in headspace. We do own two cats

⭐- Does your system have a name? Cosmic Garden System

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too! -----

🪐- Most chaotic group? Celeste and Raven at any given time, especially when the pickle war restarts. Sometimes the littles get a bit rowdy when they're all together.

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters? We have two. they're twins. Jupiter and Saturn. Celeste is mainly a demon so we'll add her as well.

🌙- Who is the oldest? I think Cosmo but no one wants to claim the title of the oldest.

🌓- What type of system are you? Quiogenic

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not? No, it wouldn't change how we live our life.

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc) Everyone has their own relationship with one another so some are closer than others. We have some family members, for the most part we'd say friends and/or acquaintance's.

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system? Wake up, get the little one ready for school, take them to school, then we just kind of play games, catch up on tv shows or reading, scroll tumblr or Pinterest until we have to get the little one. It varies from day to day as sometimes we take the time while Little one is at school to clean or we have dr appts.

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc) Simply Plural and Google Docs.

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system? A few. Yeah

💐- Do you like being a system? Yes

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL? No

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating? No preference.

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system? The others would say not being able to have certain aspects/features of themselves (wings, tails, claws, fangs, etc...) but, I think it's not being able to do everything I want within the day.

🎍- How bad is your amnesia? Varies on who's fronting or close to front and the kind of day we've had. Our memory isn't the greatest as is.

🌿- Best quote from an alter? There have been so many but there needs to be context for some since a lot are inside jokes. I think my favorite is "Define yourself by what you feel, are, and do rather than what someone else wants of you." by Mother (Jupiter).

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account? We share so our game library has a mix of cozy, puzzle/strategy, FPS (First Person Shooter), and the SIms 4

-Misty, Elara, and Raven

🌫️- How many people are in your system

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors?

☂️- Most common fronters?

☔- Collective pronouns?

💦- Everyone's pronouns?

💧- Most common age group?

💨- Do you have any fictives?

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system?

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number?

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent?

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)?

🌈- What are some common hobbies?

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone?

🔥- Current hyperfixations?

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests?

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one)

✨- Does anyone have a pet?

⭐- Does your system have a name?

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too!

🪐- Most chaotic group?

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters?

🌙- Who is the oldest?

🌓- What type of system are you?

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not?

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc)

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system?

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc)

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system?

💐- Do you like being a system?

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL?

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating?

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system?

🎍- How bad is your amnesia?

🌿- Best quote from an alter?

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account?

A free to use ask game for systems!

Anti Endo, anti other origin systems, DNI with this post

[julian-thirstposting]

The arcana characters as Lion King Characters?

This is so interesting wait. Wait. Fuck me all my memories of the Lion King have been corrupted by seeing screencaps of the live action.  

Simba - MC. It just feels right. 

Timon - Asra. Lean skinny funnyman with a tragic past who likes to travel. 

Pumbaa - Muriel. Big Guy Certified and best friend to lean skinny funnyman. Menacing to small creatures, but has a soft heart. 

Scar - Lucio. Or, maybe Lucio is one of the hyenas who lives in the forbidden ™ caves and sings backup in Be Prepared. Up for debate. 

Zazu - Julian. This is not up for debate. 

Nala - Portia. She feisty. Sarabi - Nadia. The most graceful of the lionesses. We’re ignoring that she’s Simba’s mom. Kovu - Also Julian. Fucking Kovu. - mod handy 

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Courtier Time Babey~ 😎

Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed - Volta, Vulgora, and Vlastomil. Do I. Do I really need to explain this?

Vitani - Valerius. Former baddie who came to their senses and turned good.

Zira - Valdemar. Power-hungry and loyal to a questionably dark cause.

I have not seen these movies in years but they slap hard and now I gotta rewatch them.

- Mod Knight

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven 

[julian-thirstposting]

New idea based on other anons idea; Characters seeing MC come home injured but it's not a costume

TRIGGER WARNING: Injuries.

muriel: he would freak. Out. He would freak out. Even though you yourself are covered in all sorts of gashes and wounds from your altercation with whatever ungodly being was stalking the woods that night, the look in his eyes frightens you- for just a second. then, he’s on you, enveloping you in his arms and holding you tightly. he’s making sure you’re still there, and still breathing, and telling himself that you look worse than you actually are. 

it takes you a while to calm him down enough to explain what happened. and then it takes you even longer to convince him not to go looking for the thing that injured you. instead you both stay in for the rest of the night. he refuses to let you do anything, bringing you drinks, blankets, etc. so that you don’t have to move a muscle. 

lucio: he’d perhaps think it’s a joke or a prank, and have a laugh for a solid half-a-minute before realizing that you’re not laughing with him. then, with an order to a servant to call a doctor, he’d be at your side asking you what happened. he’d be surprisingly good at getting you to lay down, elevating your legs (or whatever you need), etc., surveying the damage. he would try to lighten the mood with a joke or two as your wounds get worked on, but you can see the cold sweat running down the side of his face. 

portia: maybe it’s still Halloween night and she thinks the extra blood and paleness is you having put on more makeup. But then you look at her with your bloodshot eyes, sunken because you’ve dragged yourself all the way back to her cottage with a trail of something red leading right to the door. she would hesitate for just a second, dumbstruck, then start moving to grab medical supplies from the bathroom/cabinets while asking you in a frantic voice “what happened?! oh my god ohmygodohmygod-” 

she would be very competent at helping to heal you (look at who her brother is). afterward, you would both need a lot of cuddling time to recover. you would spend the rest of the night (and well into the next morning) on the couch. 

- mod handy 

Asra: “Welcome back!” He’d greet you, hearing the door open. “Would you like something to dr-” but his voice would cut off as soon as he saw the state you were in. The world would stop for a second, Asra forgetting to breathe, but then time would rush forward and Asra would be there, your arm around his shoulder as he helps you to the couch. You’d feel the softness of his hands brushing against your skin, magic making them warm as you explain what happened, your cuts mending and bruises fading as Asra pours all of himself into healing you. You’d fall asleep on the couch together, Asra exhausted from pushing the boundaries of his magic, you from the injuries. You’d be wrapped into his arms, his lips against your ear whispering how much he loves you, how glad he is you’re okay, how whatever or whoever hurt you will pay. 

Julian: Freeze. Panic. Remembers he’s a doctor and then medical mode activated. All within the time span of three seconds. You’d be lying flat on the bed before even being able to register it. His gentle fingers would go to work, assessing the injuries, bandaging and even stitching you were needed with his face tight in concentration. But when his gaze meets your eyes his expression would soften, his familiar grin causing a smile of your own. As soon as you’re tended too he’d bundle you, softly, into his arms as you explain what caused your injuries. He’d hold you tightly all night, not daring to sleep. When you wake up in the morning your bandages would already be changed, his hands still lightly tracing your injuries as if they’ve burned themselves into his mind. 

Nadia: She immediately goes into crisis control. She’d immediately be calling for a doctor as she rushes to you, her familiar scent already calming your frantic breathing. Nadia’s strong and capable. She’d help you get comfortable on her bed as you wait for the doctor to show, her eyes and hands roaming your body to gauge the severity. She’d ask all the right questions without wasting any time, a cold fire stoking in her eyes as you explain what happened. She’d be right there as the doctor goes to work, holding your hand and keeping you calm, only leaving your side once you’re fast asleep, and only long enough to make sure whatever happened will never be a threat to you again.

-  🌸Mod Rissa

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

[julian-thirstposting]

Tomorrow is another Friday at the Rowdy Raven!

Send us whatever you like! 😜

Maybe tell us what’s making Julian question his life choices at 3 AM. 🤔

- Mod Knight

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

[julian-thirstposting]

Friday at the Rowdy Raven is cancelled today because Leap Years confuse the Mod Team

- mod handy

[julian-thirstposting]

>:3c

- Mod Knight

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

[julian-thirstposting]

You know what it is. 😏

- Mod Knight

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

[julian-thirstposting]

Do you trust her? 

I’ve been too emotionally, physically, and mentally tired to jump on all the recent Unlimited Key weekends :c so I have no idea who the new Devorak is, besides that she’s a milf WAILF (wine aunt i’d like to fuck) and that she wears too much jewelry. 

Please ask us stuff for us to answer this weekend! ‘It gets lonely here~ ‘ 

- mod handy 

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven 

[julian-thirstposting]

FRIDAYS AT THE ROWDY RAVEN ARE FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY~! 😉

- Mod Knight

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Tomorrow is our regularly scheduled Friday at the Rowdy Raven!

Send us the good kush — or else. >:3c

- Mod Knight

ask us anything; Fridays at the Rowdy Raven

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The Characters reactions to MC coming home looking badly injured but it's just their Halloween costume

Asra: He’ll be concerned, of course, when you walk through the door with a broken leg. His big purple eyes will nearly glow, widening, as they fixate downward. But then he’ll laugh, quickly noticing the adhesive glue dripping down the side of the swollen “wound”. He’ll ask how you did it, and if you can recreate it on him? You’ll spend the rest of the night playing pranks on trick-or-treaters, the both of you covered head-to-toe with head, face, arm, leg, and chest marks..... 

tw: minor gore 

Julian: Big. Freak Out. He looks at you with that wide-eyed sort of stare we’ve seen so often, and then he starts to panic; you can see the hair start to rise on the back of his neck as he looks at you. He does a double-take. “MC?!” he screams, panic unobscured in his voice and his face. It takes a while to calm him down and convince him that the blood is fake and that its thanks to the magic of SFX makeup that your bulging broken eye looks so real. 

Nadia: She won’t be fooled for long. Nadia is perceptive, after all. You knock on her bedroom door and, entering, lift your arm. The sleeve is in tatters and bloodied, and the skin is covered with nasty, red gashes. But she’ll merely look over her shoulder and say, “Nice costume, MC. Very convincing. Now what do you think of mine?”  And she’ll turn around, and your eyes will go wide at her vampire costume, very form fitting, very dashing- and your face will go a whole other shade of red. 

- mod handy 

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Muriel: Oh dear. He would visibly pale as he tries to inspect the injury while trying to hide the slight tremor to his hands. You’d feel awful as you quickly try to explain that it’s just a costume, and he’ll just grunt as if it didn’t really bother him before softly muttering something passive aggressive.

Portia: Mad dash to bandages and other first aid items you know she has ready bc let’s not forget who’s her brother. Portia is prepared. Be prepared for some hands-on-the-hips scolding for giving her a fright before laughing about it together. You spend the rest of the night peppering her with kisses to say sorry for the scare.

Lucio: You know those super high pitched screams usually reserved for horror movies? Yeah. He’d soon realize what’s going on when you can’t hold back your laughter anymore, though. 

- 🌸Mod Rissa

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