I altererd the order of the close ups compared to where they are on the full page because I NEED Ruggie to be front and center 💞
Out of ALL the TWST pages (and maybe even genshin) Ruggie's drawing is my fav. Not sure if anybof you noticed, but he's the pfp for my blog <3
(the pfp for my just chatting blog is my second fav 😉)
Remember, feel free comment sharing which you think looks goofiest! I really enjoy hearing your opinions and would like to see how they compare to mine 🤗
Synopsis: You sketch the Savanaclaw boys and they see
TW: none
Characters: Savanaclaw
A/N: For anyone who doesn't know, the post above is from my art account so I'm not saying anything bad about another artist's work! Also, these were all drawn in JUST pen, no sketch. In other words, no erasing when I made mistakes :') (if you want to see the og post about this it's here)
Part 1, Part 2 (here), Parts 3-10 (coming soon)
You should have known by now not to get too close to Leona when he's napping in the botanical gardens. Why? Well, because it will land you in the position you're now in: stuck under a sleeping lion, acting as his pillow. With his iron grip and tendency to wake up grumpy, you don't dare trying to escape.
You decided to pass the time by sketching. You'd think you'd have learned your lesson by now after what happened with the Heartslabyul boys.
Leona slowly woke up to the sound of your muttering and the scent of ink. Upon cracking an eye open he saw you squinting at a piece of paper in your green ink stained hands.
"It's not as bad as it could be, I guess." you mumble to yourself. "Should still probably tuck it away somewhere before anyone sees it though-"
Your sentence it cut off as the paper you were holding is snatched from your hands and the weight on you lap disappears. Looking up, you see Leona's now sitting form holding the paper you had just been scrutinizing.
"Wait, Leona!" You lunge to grab the paper but he simply shifts to hold it out of your reach.
"Wow, Herbivore. Didn't know you'd be watchin' me so intently while I slept. Do I need ta start watchin' out for ya before I go to sleep like I do that creep from Pomefiore?" His words don't match the cocky grin on his face.
"Come on, Leona! Give it back!"
"What? So those Heartslabyul idiots can keep theirs, but I can't keep mine?"
You stiffen. Of course he found out about that.
"Look. . .I mean. . .UGH!" You ruffle your hair in frustration before meeting his eyes again with a defeated look. "Fine. I guess it's not my worst work yet."
"Great. I'll tell Ruggie to get me a frame then so I can display it."
All you can do is groan and rest your face in your palms at his teasing tone. "Please don't."
Ruggie, being the little eavesdropper he is, found out about the doodles all the way back when you had just done Riddle's. He also got an up-close view of Leona's as the lion had, in fact, followed up on his words and had Ruggie find a frame for the sketch you did of him so that everytime you came over you'd be tortured by the sight.
Now, Ruggie wasn't going to outright ask you to draw him like Ace, but when he saw you peeking at him while he was doing laundry before whipping your head back down to look at the paper you were furiously scratching away at, he was certainly intrigued. His interest only grew as he watched a goofy smile creeping onto your face as you let out periodic squeals and giggles that were eerily close to cackles.
At some point, the Hyena couldn't take the curiosity and snuck up to you. When you looked up again, holding the paper up too so you could compare it to the real thing you nearly screamed when you saw Ruggie's face right there. He was squatting in front of you, his face right next to the clipboard.
You took a minute to catch your breath and let your heart rate cool down while Ruggie stared at you expectantly. When you felt like you weren't on the verge of a heart attack anymore, you handed him the clipboard. Unlike the other drawing so far, you were in no way hesitant about this one. In fact, you had a wide, excited grin on your face as you handed him the board.
Ruggie took the clipboard from your hands with his usual easy smile. However, when he got a good look at it he made a show of inspecting the drawing with narrowed eyes.
You nearly freaked out, but the playful glint in his eyes put you back at ease.
"Well? What's the verdict?"
"Hmm. You made me look too cute-"
You lightly slap the Hyena's shoulder with a grin. "Aren't you always the first to play the cute card any time you get in trouble?"
"I don't know~ I can't help but think ya did something mischievous with the way you were cacklin' over here."
You can't help but blush a little at the observation but you do your best to play it off with an 'unbothered' huff. "I just have a habit of getting a bit. . .giddy when a drawing is turning out really well. And, for your information, this one is by far the best pen sketch I've done yet!"
Ruggie stares at you for a moment before his grin turns teasing. "Oh~ My bad. Seems I was mistaken." He leans closer and playfully taps your nose with his finger. "You're the cute one here."
You splutter and stand to take the clipboard and drawing back, but Ruggie is already sprinting away.
"If you want this back, you'll have to catch me first!"
Jack would never admit it, but when he saw Ace and Deuce's doodles, he was a little jealous. However, ever the sweetheart, he didn't say a words about it. One of his little siblings loved to draw and he knew from experience that artists don't tend to like pressure being put on them.
Still, when Ace would brag and shove the drawing you did of him in Jack's face, his tail would unconsciously droop.
You had been sitting in the Library at a table with Jack during a study hall period with nothing to do when you started on his doodle. From the start, you could already tell it was gonna look pretty rough, but you persevered anyway with the hope that it would somehow get better. It didn't.
When you finished off the final stroke of his name and looked down at the finished piece, your face soured. You decided then and there that you would just silently tuck this one away and maybe try again some other day-
When you finally looked up from the notebook paper your eyes met two gleaming gold ones. The light thump of a tail on wood caught your attention next. Jack didn't say anything, but you could tell from his not very smooth aversion of his eyes and clearing of his throat that he had been watching intently in hopes that what you were drawing was him.
You took a glance at the paper, then at him, then back at the paper. After a moment of deliberation you sighed, flipped the paper face down, and slid it across the table to him: refusing to meet his eyes.
Jack noticeably lit up when you slid him the paper. He tried not to seem to eager when he picked up the paper and flipped it around, but his excitement was ill disguised.
You winced when he finally got a look: squinting your eyes shut and looking away. After a moment of silence, you dared to sneak a glance at his expression and what you saw surprised you.
Jack has the softest smile you had ever seen on the boy displayed on his face. When he noticed your gaze, he quickly schooled his expression, a soft blush creeping onto his face.
The bell rang and the wolf beastman quickly stood up, tucking the paper carefully into his blazer. He hesitated before patting you on the head as he walked out of the library.
You were left stunned and a little flushed.
Little did you know that Jack was in no better state as he mentally scolded himself. A pat on the head? Seriously? You weren't one of his little siblings!
And since most of you probably weren't there for the original upload and didn't get to participate in the poll:
Which looks best?
Leona
Ruggie
Jack
I just want to see the results :)
Remaining time: 6 days 19 hours
For anyone who's seen my main/art blog, you'll already know who my fav is, lol. (Hint: it's the pfp)
The parfait glass is cool against your fingertips, as if it might absorb the heat of everything you cannot say.qapb2sp
Outside the cafe, people move like they have destinations stitched into their bones—crossing the street, laughing into phones, disappearing into corners of the city as though they are being gently erased and rewritten somewhere else. A woman in a pale coat pauses at the curb. A boy runs after a bus. Someone drops a receipt and does not notice. The world continues its small mercies of forgetting.
And you sit still, as if stillness might summon him.
Sebek.
The name does not feel like a word so much as a reflex of the heart—something that happens to you without permission, like breathing or blinking too slowly when you are tired. You imagine him somewhere far from here, upright as a drawn blade, arguing with duty as if duty were a living thing that could be persuaded by volume alone.
Training, guarding Malleus, or simply enduring the quiet gravity of his family’s expectations—each obligation arriving earlier than affection ever learns to gather itself into words.
He moves through them as though time itself were structured in ranks: duty first, then duty again, and only in some distant, unassigned hour, the possibility of anything softer. As if affection were not denied, but perpetually rescheduled by forces more ancient than his desire to remain human.
Now you are left to understand him in that language of delay—where love does not disappear, only waits behind closed doors it does not have the authority to open. Hence the learned shape of his absences.
They are full—crowded with discipline, with obligation and the relentless architecture of his devotion to others. Yet still, there is a corner of you that keeps knocking on it like a hand against locked wood.
Maybe I should have gone out to see you.
The thought returns again and again, as a kind of stubborn tenderness, like a prayer that refuses to learn humility. If I had walked further. If I had waited less. If I had become faster, quieter—if I had folded myself into the timing of his world instead of my own.
I would do it all again.
The café continues hums softly around you. Cups clink in the background. A spoon stirs something too carefully. Someone laughs too loudly at something that is not that funny, and you envy them the ease of it—the unthinking permission to exist without measuring every second against someone else’s absence.
You want to see him.
Never in the abstract way people say it when they mean “I miss you.” No. It is sharper than that, almost embarrassing in its clarity. It is physical where it has weight. It presses behind your ribs until even breathing feels like negotiation.
Even a text is not enough.
Because a text is a polite ghost. A sentence that pretends it can substitute warmth. You read them carefully, over and over, as if repetition could turn ink into presence:
good morning, (y/n) don’t forget to eat later.
sorry for the late reply I was training
I was cleaning
I was—
Always something interrupted. Always something more important than the space between your fingers and his.
Nevertheless, you keep every unfinished excuse like pressed flowers. As if they might one day bloom into arrival.
You imagine him writing them rushing, posture straight even in solitude, brow furrowed as though punctuation itself is an oath. You imagine his voice in the spaces between words—firm, slightly roughened by exhaustion he would never admit to.
You imagine, and it is not enough.
Your hands lift slightly from the table without your permission, as if your body has its memory of him—of how it would feel to loop your arms around his neck, to rest your weight against the solid certainty of his shoulder. A fragile coexistence of obligation and desire, where what he must do and what he feels are allowed, briefly, to share the same air without conflict.
You wonder if he ever thinks like this too.
Or if he is better at partitioning the heart into neat, obedient compartments.
Outside, a bus sighs to a stop. The doors open like an invitation that forgets it was ever tender, yet soon close like a verdict already decided.
A man in uniform passes the window, and for a moment, your chest tightens with the ridiculous hope that the world has made a mistake—that it has misplaced him here, in this ordinary street with its indifferent traffic and afternoon light.
But it is not him.
Leaving would feel like admitting that waiting has no shape, no logic, no reward. Only motionlessness disguised as faith. Your mouth is slightly parted, suspended in that delicate interval between silence and speech, as if language has come to the edge of you and hesitated there—too shy, or too honest, to cross fully into sound.
Sebek would scold you for that look. For wasting time. For sitting idle when there are things to be done, duties to be fulfilled, strength to be trained.
Because you know him—you also know he would hesitate, just for a fraction of a second, if he saw you like this; a hesitation so infinitesimal it would barely disturb the stern architecture of his composure, and yet it would exist similar to a hairline fracture in polished stone.
For Sebek is not made for hesitation. He is all straight lines and sharpened conviction, all thunder held in the throat of duty. Though even the most disciplined geometry has its secret fault, its almost-imperceptible softness where light insists on entering.
So you press your forehead lightly to the glass. Only to feel, for a moment, closer to wherever he is becoming himself without you.
Sypnopsis - You finally convince Sebek to help train and condition you. What can go wrong he’s only a hot loud blabber mouth that works your nerves. What will it take for you to snap on him fully?
Warnings - Smut 18+ GN reader X Sebek Zigvolt, Cussing, Cum, thighfucking, biting, teasing, Humiliation
A/n - Hi I’m back for the summer! Request while you’re at it! I don’t play the game often but still love this fandom! Repost please!
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“I can’t take it anymore ahhh, please Sebek,” you begged. He scoffed his cocky smile adorning his face. “You asked for my help human so don’t regret it now.” Your grip was practically failing on the 50 pound dumbbells in your sweaty palms. You knew you could drop them at any second but he pushed you to lift them even higher.
“You have only one repeat come on squeeze those muscles.” You looked at yourself in the mirror as he reprimanded you. Was this all really worth it? “Fix your posture your back is slouching.” Sebek slapped your back into place almost jolting your body forward. He had natural strength you could never match. Despite that you still begged him to train you.
“My 50 year old mother can carry 200 pounds in her sleep. Y/n you are incredibly weak typical for your kind,” he chuckled. All his taunting was getting you. This was the most difficult workout of your life. HITT but also strength training you hadn’t been to a gym ever since you landed in Twisted Wonderland.
He rubbed at his temples watching you with shame. “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he huffed. “Oh shut the hell up you know I’m not damn fairy or whatever the fuck you are Sebek.” He gasped “you dare curse at me? I’m the one training your pathetic body?” You couldn’t take his attitude anymore.
Honestly you were regretting asking him for help in the first place. “Yeah you’re lucky I’m not strong enough to throw this weight at your big head.” You stuck out your tongue at him as if you were throwing a tantrum. “And my body isn’t pathetic I’m doing better then most would!” It most definitely is you’re struggling with 50 pounds.” He crossed his arms his eyes burning holes in yours. “Again it’s because you’re only human,” he assumed.
You placed the weights down turning back towards him. “Hey what are you doing you have another set of curls Y/n. Don’t you want your quote summer body.” Excersize was now in the back of your mind you had something to prove to him. “I’m gonna show you what this pathetic body can do Seb.” You threw your gloves approaching him. He watched as you got closer and closer slowly backing away from you.
Would you try to claw at him, kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, spit on him? Before he could figure it out he was backed in a corner.“You talk big game for someone who’s against a wall. Why are you so quiet now,” you asked him.
He gulped “it’s because you’re a bit close,” he admitted. He was correct you were only a couple centimeters away from his face. So close to a kissable distance but you hovered near him. He could only dream of this proximity.
“So my body is pathetic but your face is bright pink. I bet if you had a tail it would be shaking too.” His hand went to push you away but you grabbed it just in time. “Running away now? I thought I was too weak to have an effect on you? “You have no idea what you are talking about Y/n,” he explained.
His body froze when you kissed his hand. He had no idea what it was with humans that made them so strange. “What is the meaning of this,” he questioned you. His expression shifted into one of wonder. You enchanted his mind. He thought of what would happen next. Would you fufill the fantasy’s he saw in his head every night?
“I’m Just showing a bit of affection what you can’t handle a little touch,” you teased. You kissed his hand again trailing your mouth up past his elbow. Shiveres went through his body he had never felt affection like this beyond a kiss on the cheek. “You’re so touch starved getting worked up over some kisses aww.” You pulled away laughing at his state. Everything was happening faster then imagined he thought of courting you first then kissing you on your three month anniversary.
Despite your hurriedness ruining his plans he had to ask “Why’d you stop.” Both of your hearts were beating out your chest. You couldn’t take feel his pulse from the hold you held on his arm. “I was just teasing you Sebek it’s obvious how much of a big virgin you are. One more kiss and you might’ve stained your pants.” His gaze broke from yours as he fiddled with his hands. “I wouldn’t have minded it,” he whispered. You could hardly hear him but still it was enough confirmation for you. “Oh really?” You were shocked he was breaking so quick you knew he had a crush on you after over hearing him at an equestrian match. But you’d never thought you would see him act on it.
“I’ll be nice to you then baby atleast nicer than you were to me Seb.” Your hand pressed against his chest dragging itself down to his gym shorts. “Do as you please Y/n.” You felt his print through them being plenty suprised by his girth. “So hard off of a couple little pecks I wonder what some real kisses will do then.”
Your lips met his in awe evading his mouth. Your tongue melted into his and his fangs clashed against it. His body didn’t want to move an inch he had no idea what to do with you. Should his hands tangle in your hair? Or should he place them on your hips? He didn’t know until your body pressed against his grinding into his buldge. In that moment he felt the need to pull you closer.
The sounds of your joint love song started as you groaned in each others mouths. Both of you wanted each other more than anything. Strings of saliva connected you both even when you parted for air. Soon enough you both craved more. Your body jumped on his and instantly he picked you up. His muscles came to use as he put you flush against the gym mats looking up at him.
Kisses continued before you asked “Sooo what do you wanna do to me Sebek?” You peeked at his desperate face inbetween your makeout. “I-i I want to umm… I want to um.” Um what speak up baby use your words.” Your legs were spread apart by his waist he could easy just pull down your shorts and take you.
After a pause you realized he couldn’t say what he was thinking out loud. Perhaps it was shame, maybe he was too shy to speak so vulgar. So you flipped him over onto his back his body spoke for him. He yelped surprised at your sudden strength. “Fine then I’ll decide for you.” Your hands pulled up his shirt kissing down his tone abs licking down his happy trail. You admired all the muscles he worked so hard for. You could hear him let out cute whimpers. He sounded so soft, sweet a different tonal shift from his booming voice.
He had some scaling over his body his half fae form showing through and his unusual cock thickness must’ve been a result of that too. When it sprung out his boxers it let out a slapping noise against his stomach. “You’re shining for me.” You fixated on his leaky dick your face brushing up on it. You let out some kisses on the base edging the pulsing cock. You removed your own underwear a wet patch staining the fabric.
You knew today that he wouldn’t be ready to go all the way. Something in his eyes told you he was scared. So you let out soothing kisses all over his body. Next your thighs pressed themselves together gripping his dick against your heat. His teeth gritted against each other knowing your hole was so close yet so far.
“That feel good baby?” He shook his head in a frenzy his hands gripping your hips begging you to move. You spit on his dick for better friction watching your drool coat the mess between your thighs. You felt his dick twitch at your action. He would never be able to get that site out of his head.
“Please Y/n I need you to move.” You watched him try and grind against you but you were locked in place. “But I thought I was pathetic? You would never need my help? Remember that you were just saying it two minutes ago?”
“I’m sorry I was just picking fun at you humans,” he whined. You held your stance “I said I’m sorry,” he yelled. “Now come on before I pick you up myself,” he demanded. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you liked his bossy tone. You knew he wouldn’t have the balls to go through with his threat. And you were just teasing him of course giggling while doing so.
“Fine then.” You plush thighs felt like heaven against his girth. Each hinge up and down from you meant a stroke to his cock. It was so close to your warmth brushing up against it and causing you even more sensitivity.
You both let out a hiss as your bodies touched over and over again. Sebek was struggling to hold back his grip on you getting tighter more desperate by the second. “ You feel so much better than my hand.” Everything about you was so soft, plush, gentle. Even sweaty he still loved your smell that’s why he sat up and inhaled at the crook of your neck.
You moved your head to the side catching his lips in yours. Juices and tounges faded together as you both got closer to your release. You could hear the wetness between the both of you as your cores pressed together. You swayed against him and his hands dug crescent marks into you.
He kissed down your neck before biting down on it to hide his moans. His sharp canines marked you all over. He quickly went to soothe your wounds mouth latching on them. You would rather much have his mouth on yours but you realized he had trouble multitasking.
He was just focused on not cumming so quick at the mercy of a human. You had already filled him with enough shame of a lifetime. His crush using him like this if he told Silver he would never hear the end of it. “I can’t take it I’ve never felt this way before,” he admitted.
“You can take it baby come on I’m so close hold it for me,” you demanded. By now your legs were burning and your movements were slowing. Lewd sounds filled the entire room along with your heavy breaths. Your upper body was filled with love marks. And your mind was filled with thoughts of taking him fully.
The stretch would for sure be painful but worth it. How would he sound deep inside of you? Would his whimpers be just as loud. You looked down between you his tip peeking through your attacks. It was red and ready to burst but he held on for you. The idea of him burying himself in you made you even closer.
He couldn’t have you showing him up by cumming after him. What was left of his pride caused him to lick down your chest. His attempt to make you feel better was desperate but good. He took a nipple into his mouth biting the bud. He took turns swirling them both around and laying delicate kisses on your chest.
“You’re leaving marks all over me baby.” He didn’t care just shaking his head and continuing. Never did you think Sebek could be silenced. You were so close you could feel your body pulsing. You grabbed a fistful of his hair to steady yourself as your orgasm hit. Sebek gasped seeing your composure fully slip. You let out a groan as your cum flooded out of you.
Your face was his favorite part mouth ajar and eyes teary. He could’ve sworn you were seeing heaven. Your body shook around him and he grabbed you to finish himself off. You could hardly move body still tense and mind hazy. He hoisted you up and down on his member. Your slick made everything wetter where you both met. “Sevens I can’t hold it anymore.” He came with a loud moan almost scaring you straight. All the noise he was holding in pouring out of him.
You watched as his dick leaked ropes of cum against you. Even after his orgasm he still held you tight. You were in a bear hug that you didn’t want to escape from. Finally after a minute of silence you spoke. “Still think I’m pathetic?”
How Housewardens would react if you told them you got into a fight:
Riddle:
"That very action goes against rule 504! You should be very ashamed of yourself! Unless of course you were acting in self defense... in that case rule 632 would act to cancel out rule 504. Very well! Just letting you know what you did was very dangerous and you should think back on your actions, hmph!"
*walks away muttering about idiocy*
Leona:
"Did you win?"
"What I'm curious if a herbivore like yourself could hold your own in a fight."
"It better not have been one of my punks who picked a fight with you, if it was I oughta teach them a lesson."
*just goes back to napping*
Azul:
"Did you get caught?" "Now, now, don't worry if you did I would happily delete any live footage of the interaction as well as have Floyd deal with witnesses. For a small fee of course."
Kalim:
"Was it fun?! Did you win, it sounds fun. Jamil never let's me get into fights..."
"Oh, Wait are you okay?! I forgot to ask! Do you need food, an ice pack, I'll ask Jamil to get through first aid kit! "
Vil:
"Oh spudling I can tell."
"How you ask? Well darling their blood had soaked your blouse and that bruise on your cheek is turning a deep purple."
"Come on now let me cover it with some concealer can't let you frolicking around in an uncouth manner, as for your blouse, just keep your blazer over it till you have time to change."
Idia:
"Erk! What is it with you extroverts and starting unessaary side quests. An all out Brawl style Raid on a Wednesday? Nuh uh."
"Unless of course they made an absoloute L move, then by all means doxx them all the way weeheehee."
Malleus:
"Oh did someone provoke you child of man?"
"I wish you involved me in this sooner, now tell me. What is the name of this plebeian that involves themselves with you?"
First time drawing digitally for a while and we're back with Lilia and Sebek! I feel like Lilia totally lifts people when he hugs them, almost makes Sebek's heart stop but he's not telling Lilia of all people to stop
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