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Meeting the Fam... Gone Right??

In which Deuce/Leona/Ruggie/Jack/Silver/Sebek introduces his girlfriend, Fem!Reader, to their family. Reader makes a good impression, and her boyfriend is very much thinking of their future.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, requested by @unrepentantgeek, breeding kink, creampie, talks of boners, sex with the intention of getting pregnant

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Silver Vanrouge

Sebek Zigvolt

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Silver NSFW Alphabet

Silver x Fem!Reader

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

Initially, Silver doesn’t know what to do when it comes to aftercare, so he follows his instincts and does all he can to make you comfortable. He asks how you’re feeling because he’s concerned about your wellbeing even if the sex was gentle and takes your feedback to heart. He also offers to fetch you things like water or a towel to clean yourself with and gets you anything you ask for.

If you want cuddles, he’ll be flustered but will end up complying and pulling you against his chest because he wants to hold you too. Silver may not be expressive, but if you look closer at his face, you’ll see a small smile curving the corners of his mouth upwards and the softening of his eyes around the edges while he holds you. Internally, he’s happy that you want to spend more time with him, in his arms.

He’s not one for idle chatter, but he’s content to simply listen to you talk about anything, such as how your day went, what your plans are, or what interesting story you read in a game/book. In the event of the latter, Silver asks where he can find the game or book so he can experience it for himself simply because you seem to like it, and he wants to be a part of your hobbies.

Despite dedicating his entire focus on making you feel comfortable and taken care of after sex, Silver doesn’t expect the same in return. He is selfless in his devotion to you and puts your comfort and wellbeing above his own. When you offer to take care of him in return, he feels deeply touched that you want to go through the effort. Offer to give him a massage to relax his tense muscles, get him a towel to wipe down with, or get him something to drink. Even small acts of care will warm Silver’s heart and fill him with joy and love, happy that you think of his wellbeing the way he does yours.

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

Silver doesn’t see his body as something special but if there was one aspect of himself that he favored, it would be his hair. More specifically, his hair color. The silver hue from which he got his name was bestowed upon him by Lilia’s blessing. It is a reminder of his adoptive father’s care and the bond he shares with Lilia which Silver treasures dearly. It also makes him happy when you compliment the color of his hair or eyes. While Silver doesn’t see them as something worthy of such attention, he’s pleased that you find parts of him attractive or even pretty. He wants to be liked by you, so if his silver hair and auroral eyes capture your admiration, then he will gladly accept it.

Silver is hesitant about choosing a single part of you to favor. He adores all of you and sees it as wrong to love one part of you more than another. Every individual aspect makes up you, the person he loves, so he sees it as only natural to love all of you in your entirety. However, if pressed to choose, he would settle on your smile. Silver adores your smile because he loves seeing you happy. It makes his heart flutter when you smile at him. He wants to keep lighting up your face with joy for as long as you allow him to remain by your side.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Silver will release wherever you tell him to because he wants to respect your wishes, though if you don’t have a strict preference of your own, then he will choose to cum inside. He enjoys the intimacy of it and feels like your bond deepens by you allowing him to release inside you (or into a condom while inside you).

He feels shy about painting the outside of your body in his seed and is unlikely to do so of his own volition, unless it was inevitable (such as you jerking him off or giving oral). However, he feels bad if he dirties your face. Silver immediately offers you a tissue or a handkerchief to wipe it off while apologizing for sullying your pretty features. He worries about accidentally getting it in your eyes or hair but also fears that you might hate it and find it disrespectful. You would have to reassure him that you don’t mind or find it hot to ease his worries.

His cum is thick since he doesn’t masturbate often but it has little smell and flavor since he eats well and exercises regularly.

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

One time, while dream hopping with his unique magic, Silver accidentally stumbled upon you having a dirty dream. Despite his curiosity to find out what kinds of things your mind conjured up, his sense of propriety prevented him from staying too long. Not only was he embarrassed to have caught a glimpse of something sexual, but he didn’t want to snoop, either. Silver was certain that you would be mortified if you found out he saw your dirty dream, which is why he quickly left for both his sake and yours.

Although he knows a little of what transpired in your dream, he doesn’t know the whole picture since he didn’t stick around for long. His relationship with you didn’t change much after the incident, but Silver sometimes thinks about that dream of yours and wonders if what he saw was something you’re into.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lilia taught Silver the birds and the bees (in a way that confused poor Silver at first), but he has no actual experience with sex. He lived a very sheltered life in Briar Valley since Lilia never took him to the main cities, but Silver also believes in saving himself for the right partner. If he is to give his first time to someone, he wants it to be the person he deeply loves.

While he knows the basics of sex, he doesn’t know much about the pleasure aspect and how to properly give it (Lilia tried to give him advice on how to please a girl once, but Silver doesn’t want to recall that traumatizing memory). He warns that he may not be perfect at first and to please bear with him while he figures things out. His face doesn’t express it well, but internally he worries about performing well and satisfying you. He heard that a girl’s first time could be painful if she’s not properly prepared and relaxed enough, so if you’re a virgin like him, then it’s an extra point of concern for him. Nevertheless, Silver’s desire to please you makes him want to try despite his nerves and uncertainty. He’s very attentive to your responses and takes all your feedback to heart so he can improve his technique.

If you’re more experienced than him, then Silver will look to you for guidance and dutifully learns what you teach him so he can do things right. If you’re inexperienced like him, then Silver will take extra care and take things slow to ease you into things.

During your first time, Silver puts heavy emphasis on communication, respect, and gentleness. He tells you point blank what feels good for him and asks the same of you to help him learn how to please you. He respects your boundaries, whatever they may be, and doesn’t push you past your comfort zone. He also tries his best to be as gentle as possible to avoid hurting you but will stop at any time if you ask and end the session halfway through if necessary.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Silver favors positions where he can see your face. They allow him to see if he’s making you feel good, as well as add intimacy with increased eye contact. While he has the strength for more unconventional positions, he prefers simpler ones because he finds them more comfortable, though he can try others if you express an interest in them.

Missionary is his most favorite sex position. He likes the intimacy it offers with face-to-face eye contact and physical closeness, as well as being able to hold your hand. It also gives him easy access to give you kisses, be it your lips, face, or upper body. Another aspect of the position that he likes is feeling you wrap your arms and legs around him. The feeling of you clinging to him fills him with affection because it makes him feel wanted and desired by you.

Lotus is another position Silver is a fan of. It has a lesser range of movement compared to the missionary position, but its intimacy is even greater. There’s something deeply emotional about holding each other while gazing into your eyes and rolling your hips in tandem in leisurely yet deep movements.

Silver likes letting you have control and move at whatever pace and depth you desire, so cowgirl is another favorite of his. He welcomes you to use his body for your pleasure and will help lift your hips and keep you balanced while you ride him. While the sight of you bouncing on his lap is deeply arousing, Silver does not stay idle. He actively stimulates your clit and caresses your body to show his appreciation for your beautiful form. The only downside, in his opinion, is that he can’t kiss you whenever he wants.

While not his go-to, Silver also enjoys occasional standing sex. If there’s no bed or other comfortable surface available, he’s fine with pressing your back against the wall and making love to you with one or both of your legs thrown over his hips. He’s also strong enough that he can hold up your weight even without the support of a wall, though that would require a lot of your trust since you’d be giving most of the control to him.

Making love to you on a flat surface like the table or countertop is also fine with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Silver approaches everything seriously, including sex. He doesn’t make any jokes or play around, but he tries to create a respectful mood where you would feel comfortable voicing your thoughts and concerns at any moment in time. He is extremely honest with his thoughts and feelings yet remains polite and respectful towards you.

He also takes thing literally, so if you joke around and say something like he threw out your back, Silver will think you’re being honest since he himself says what he means and will be genuinely concerned.

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

Silver doesn’t spend much time on grooming his pubic hair. He regularly washes and occasionally trims it to keep it under control but doesn’t bother with making it neat. He doesn’t concern himself with appearance and only does it out of practicality. He can clean shave or put more effort into trimming if you ask, though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Silver isn’t good with words and saying romantic phrases to express how he feels, but he tries his best to convey his love through actions and touch. The way he holds you during sex is gentle yet yearning. He laces your hands together and gazes deep into your eyes so you can see all the love and adoration he harbors for you but is unable to express in words. He also gives you soft and sweet kisses everywhere he can reach, be it your face, hands, shoulders, and more.

Although he thinks he’s no good at saying romantic things, Silver is actually quite good at being romantic with his words. It nothing poetic or pretty-sounding, but even in their simplicity, the phrases sound loving because they come from the heart. He says things like “I love you” or “You’re so beautiful” or “I feel so honored to join with you like this” and means every single word. In his eyes, you are a radiant presence that he is lucky to call his lover. He knows he’s not perfect. He’s not very exciting and his narcolepsy causes problems, so the fact that you chose to give him your heart anyway fills him with more joy than he knows what to do with. The least he could do is make you feel as loved and happy as you make him feel.

Silver is also very attentive during sex. All his focus is on you and ensuring that you’re feeling good and enjoying yourself. He reads your face and listens to the inflections in your voice to gauge how you’re feeling and if you want him to change anything, which is why he quickly catches if something feels uncomfortable for you or if you have something on your mind. He will stop and ask what’s wrong to try and resolve the problem before continuing and has no issues with calling off the session altogether to deal with whatever is bother you. His main priority is always your comfort and enjoyment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Silver doesn’t masturbate often, about once or twice a week at most. He’s usually too busy with classes and training, and it’s not exactly easy to sneak a session in when he lives with a roommate. Furthermore, he feels sleepy after orgasm, so he tries to only do it when he’s planning to go to bed or while taking a cold shower to stay awake.

Prior to becoming your boyfriend, he didn’t think of much when masturbating. He wasn’t exposed to pornography and didn’t have any lewd fantasies of his own, so he simply focused on the pleasurable sensations. After becoming sexual with you, Silver began incorporating fantasies and memories of you when pleasuring himself. He recalled how your hand felt wrapped around his length when you jerked him and imagined that it was your smaller hand stroking him to completion. Alternatively, he remembered the sounds and expressions you made when he made love to you, or how you clung to him and moaned his name. Those memories always made him climax quicker and stronger compared to his prior masturbation sessions, which caught him by surprise at first.

He masturbates less now that he’s sexually intimate with you, but will do it on occasion to get rid of morning wood or when he has pent-up stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Silver doesn’t know much about kinks since he grew up sheltered from the internet and porn, though even if he did, it wouldn’t have changed his vanilla preferences. Silver doesn’t need kinky things like bondage or roleplay to enjoy sex since his enjoyment comes from the emotional connection rather than purely the physical.

Some of his kinks include body worship, praise, sensation play, and lingerie. Silver wants to show his appreciation for you by kissing down your body and caressing your curves with his hands in an act of body worship. He also gives you genuine praises about how beautiful you look or how amazing you are as a person. He wants you to feel the full extent of his love for you.

Similarly, the young knight likes receiving body worship and praise from you, though it flusters him at first since he’s not used to being loved in such an intimate and gentle way. He blushes a pretty pink when you kiss down his body and compliment his muscular physique or mention how handsome he looks. His body isn’t something he put much thought into aside from honing it as a tool to better protect Malleus, so receiving such appreciation makes his heart skip a beat and fills him with a mix of embarrassment, joy, and affection.

Silver is also into sensation play, such as running items of various textures along sensitive areas of skin like the under arms, stomach, neck, and inner thighs. He prefers receiving it more than giving since he’s not confident about his ability to do it right. Being touched so lightly by things like feathers, cold metal, your warm lips, or silky fabrics in sensitive areas arouses Silver, though he wouldn’t want to keep it up for long and would want to move on to making you feel good instead.

Lingerie is also another favorite kink of his. He thinks you look beautiful wearing tasteful undergarments that flatter your figure, and tells you this point-blank. If you say you dressed up specifically for him, Silver will get flustered but will feel a little happy that you went through so much effort to look nice for him. He will take his time appreciating and slowly stripping you out of the lingerie because he prefers seeing and feeling your body in the nude when making love.

Aside from the above, Silver has a strong desire to please and serve you, which can manifest as him submitting to you or taking control in the bedroom. If you are a dominant partner, he will submit to you and let you use him as you like for your own pleasure, provided you’re not rough with him. He’ll let you tie him up, tease him, tell him what to do, or ride him to get off. However, if you’re a more submissive partner, then Silver is happy to take the lead, though he will ask for your consent and input before progressing. He’s not a dominant person by nature, so he remains polite and considerate when leading in the bedroom. It doesn’t matter to him who has control, as long as his goal of pleasing you gets fulfilled.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Silver prefers the bed or the couch for the sake of comfort and his unpredictable spells of drowsiness. Having something soft to catch him when his body tips forward while asleep helps. Other than that, the desk, table, wall, etc all work for him too. He isn’t too picky with where to have sex as long as it’s not a public place with a chance of being walked in on.

While he prefers having sex within Ramshackle for the sake of privacy, Silver is also fine with doing it outdoors in a secluded place hidden from view. A rarely visited area of the forest or a hidden alcove in the garden work for him if they do for you.

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

Silver is a simple man, so just seeing you in lingerie or revealing clothes will make him desire to feel and kiss your skin. Speaking of kissing, a heavy make-out can turn him on, as well as well-aimed kisses or sucks on the sweet spots under his ears, neck, and jaw.

Straddle his lap and grind against him, slide your hands under his shirt to feel the sculpted muscles of his stomach, or leave hickeys on his skin and his control will waver as desire surges through his veins. Even simply telling him point blank that you want him will work because it turns Silver on to know that you want him. He wants to feel needed and desired by you. That alone will make him eager to get down on his knees and bury his face between you legs or make love to you tenderly and passionately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Silver isn’t into rough treatment of both himself and you, so he’s not into things like degradation, humiliation, choking, slapping, hair pulling, or any kink that could result in serious injury. It feels wrong to him to treat anyone in such a cruel manner, much less the person he loves. He sees you as his cherished partner, someone deserving of all the love and care he is capable of giving. Being abusive is the complete opposite behaviour Silver believes a person should have towards the one they love. Hurting you in any way makes him feel absolutely awful and the guilt would consume him alive.

He’s so against hurting you that if he accidentally grips your arms or hips too hard and leaves bruises, or does anything that makes you wince in pain, he instantly feels bad and profusely apologizes until you say you forgive him. Even with your forgiveness, Silver doesn’t fully forgive himself, and vows to make it up to you during aftercare where he can pamper and take care of you to ensure you feel the full depth of his love.

He’s opposed to having sex in public places where you could be walked in on. Silver wants to protect your modesty and image, but he also feels a strong possessiveness at the thought of someone else seeing you in such a vulnerable manner. Deep down, he has a selfish desire to keep that side of you purely to himself even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

He’s also uncomfortable with sharing. To Silver, sex is an experience that happens between two loving partners. A consummation of their love, so to speak. Having a third party that is not a part of the relationship feels like an intrusion on the sanctity of the act. Silver would also get jealous and feel distraught at seeing you be sexually intimate with another and start questioning if he is not pleasing you enough. The experience will deeply shake him and make him doubt himself as your partner.

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

Silver is a huge giver and prefers giving over receiving. He is wholly devoted to your pleasure and is fine with not receiving any head as long as he was able to get you off. Your pleasure is all he cares about. You don’t have to return the favor, though Silver will feel touched—albeit shy—if you insist on it because you want him to feel good too. He tends to neglect his own needs in favor of fulfilling yours, so you have to take the initiative to correct that.

If you give him oral, Silver never forces your head down or urges you to take more. In fact, he’s almost too restrained initially. Even if he wishes for you to take more of him or use your tongue against the underside because it feels good, Silver stays quiet and lets you carry on at your own pace out of fear of pushing you past your comfort zone. He doesn’t want to be selfish and ask too much of you but will answer honestly if you ask how to be better. At the start of your sexual relationship, you’ll have to pry the information out of Silver, but over time, he’ll openly share it with you once he knows you’re okay with doing more.

While you blow him, Silver keeps a hand on your head, not forcing but just caressing. He combs his fingers through your hair, gathers it out of your face is it’s long, and tucks away lose strands so they don’t get in your eyes. He also brushes away tears that result from gagging on his length and chastises you for pushing yourself, urging you to not do things you’re not ready for and that he’s fine with whatever you’re comfortable giving even if it feels less pleasurable.

When it comes to giving oral, Silver approaches the act with dedication and a strong desire to learn what you like. He really enjoys giving oral and hearing your sounds of pleasure and praises. It strengthens his confidence in his skills and fills him with pride at being able to make you feel good.

He has the patience and stamina to stay between your legs for at least an hour without growing tired and won’t let up until he’s made you cum at least once. Bringing you to orgasm always sends a surge of deep satisfaction through Silver, but he finds oral a little special because he likes being able to taste your release on his tongue.

If you squirm a lot, he can easily pin your hips down to keep you still but won’t do so if you protest against it. Silver also likes maintaining eye contact while eating you out and just watching how your face changes with pleasure in general. Your expressions and sounds of pleasure motivate him to keep going and maintain a steady pace to bring you over the edge.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Silver prefers a slow to moderate pace. His thrusts are controlled and precise to maintain a steady pace while reaching the spots he knows feel good for you. His thrusts also vary in intensity but fall withing the range of gentle to moderate because he’s not a fan of rough sex. However, just because he tries to be careful doesn’t mean he’s always gentle. If you request it, Silver can pound into you with firm, deep thrusts that aim at your sweet spot and steal your breath away.

If you’re making love, then he’ll be more sensual and slowly roll his hips against yours with the intention of making you feel loved. He’s more intimate during lovemaking and gives you kisses and affectionate whispers to express the depth of his feelings.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Silver prefers a proper session over a quickie. He finds the spontaneity of quickies to be lacking in emotional connection and worries that the minimal foreplay may not be enough to properly arouse you. He would rather play it safe and wait until you have ample time for him to properly bed you, but you are eager for it, he will concede. He generally agrees if you’re the one initiating quickies because he can at least rest easy knowing you’re turned on enough to want sex. They can be great for releasing stress during extended periods when there’s no time for drawn-out lovemaking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Silver is a man of routine and seldom experiments with new things. If something is working out perfectly fine the way it is, then he sees no reason to change it. The same applies to sex. If there’s something that already perfectly satisfies both of you, then he is unlikely to suggest new things to try. At most, he will suggest new positions.

That’s not to say he’s against trying new things. While he has few ideas of his own, Silver is accommodating of your interests to experiment in the bedroom. He will hear you out with an open mind and then carefully assess if the risk is worth the reward. If he thinks the idea is too dangerous or he’s not confident about being able to handle the activity, he’ll voice his concerns and discuss them with you to see if a middle ground can be reached. He’s open to being educated on how to perform these riskier kinks safely, and even does his own research to be educated. However, there are things in the ‘No’ section that he absolutely refuses to do and won’t change his mind on, so you’re better off conceding to his concerns about them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Silver has excellent stamina because he’s been put through military-levels of physical training by Lilia since a young age, and has continued to regularly work out to stay in top shape as Malleus’s bodyguard. In the bedroom, he can easily last over an hour if given time for short breaks and go up to 3-4 rounds. 1-2 rounds are usually enough for him, but he can go for more if you ask.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Silver doesn’t own any toys. He didn’t even know sex toys existed until he moved to the Land of Dawning for school. There were many that he couldn’t figure out the functions of when he first saw them. If you want to buy some, he will leave the selection up to you because he doesn’t know the first thing of what to look out for or what is considered the best.

Since he’s not tech-savvy, he’s not interested in exploring them much, plus sees no use in them for himself. He doesn’t need the help of toys to get off when he does perfectly fine with his own hand or with your assistance. However, he can be convinced to give them a try during foreplay or sex for the sake of spicing things up.

He’s fine with you owning and using toys, particularly if he’s not around to take care of your sexual needs, but Silver will get upset if you rely on them when he is available. He would rather you come to him to fulfill your needs because how else can he call himself your romantic partner? If the situation doesn’t improve over time, the negative thoughts won’t give Silver peace, and he will share what’s bothering him in the hopes that the two of you can reach an agreement.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While Silver can be playful and tease people he’s close to, he doesn’t do that in the bedroom. The situation doesn’t feel apt for lightly poking fun at you, and he’d rather spend that time and energy on showing how much he loves you.

Silver also doesn’t physically tease you. His goal is to make you feel good and bring you to orgasm as many times as he can, so denying you that release goes against his objective. Plus, he’s extremely weak to seeing you in distress or begging for release, so he wouldn’t be able to deny you even if he tried.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Silver is naturally on the quiet side. He lets out moans and gasps of pleasure when something feels good, but they’re soft and quiet. He might let out an occasional loud groan or grunt if pleasure takes him by surprise.

While he’s not talkative, he does share his feelings with you during sex. He is simply overcome by so much emotion and sensation, that he can’t refrain from telling you how good you make him feel or how much he loves you.

Silver is not very creative with the things he says, but even the simplicity of his words strikes deep because they are honest. Some things he might say during sex:

“I love you.”

“Tell me what you need. I’ll give you everything—as much or as little as you want. All of me is yours.”

“W-wait! I told you—if you keep doing that, I won’t—"

“Ngh-! You feel so good, I can’t last much longer! Come for me! I want to feel you coming together with me.”

“How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? I’m sorry if I was too rough. It felt so good that I lost control of myself a bit.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It took a long while for the two of you to have sex. Silver wanted to deepen his relationship with you and give you his first time, but he refrained from bringing up the topic for fear of making you feel pressured to give him your body. He thought about breaching the subject of physical intimacy that went beyond the hugs and kisses you shared, but he always held his tongue. Even when he felt a spark of desire at seeing you in a swimsuit, accidentally touching your breast, or making out with you, Silver’s ironclad self-restraint prevented him from reacting inappropriately and simply put an end to the situation before it could lead to anything more. It got to the point where you wondered if he had any interest in sex at all.

In the end, it fell on you to progress your relationship because Silver was willing to wait until he turned old and wrinkly. He was relieved when you gave the green light to explore sexual intimacy together, and since then he has taken the initiative to ask for it. Even then, it still took a while before you got to the actual sex since he started slow by politely asking for your consent to let him explore you. He started with things like heavy petting and simply feeling each other’s curves through clothes or kissing sensitive areas like ears, neck, and arms before gradually moving on to more direct stimulation. Silver tries his best to respect your boundaries—sometimes to the point of holding back too much—so you need to tell him how far you’re okay with going to speed things up. He acts more assertively when he knows exactly what you’re okay with, but will otherwise err on the side of caution until he’s sure.

Bonus headcanon: One time, Silver suddenly fell asleep in the middle of sex. He tried his best to resist the pull but was ultimately powerless to stop himself from dozing off and collapsing beside you in bed. When he woke up and realized that he had fallen asleep on you, he was filled with shame and remorse. He felt bad for letting you down like that and ruining what should have been a good moment for both of you. The young knight spent a long time apologizing and promising to make it up to you in whatever way you wanted until you reassured him that it was fine and not his fault. Silver was relieved that you weren’t upset or disappointed in him, though he still insisted on doing something for you to clear his conscience.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

13 cm in length (5.1 inches) and 11.5 cm in girth (4.5 inches). Has an objectively pretty cock with a pale pink tip and a nice upward curve.

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

Silver’s sex drive is on the lower side. He naturally doesn’t have a big sexual appetite, plus his self-restraint it godly due to self-discipline. He can go weeks without sex and release the stress and tension in his body via training.

About once or twice a week is enough for Silver to feel sated but he will try his best to make it more frequent if you have a higher sex drive than him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

How quickly Silver falls asleep after sex depends on the luck of the draw. Sometimes he falls asleep almost immediately after climax due to a sudden drowsy spell, in which case he can fall on top of you and unintentionally pin you under his weight. Other times, he manages to stay awake and helps with cleanup and aftercare before cuddling you to sleep. Regardless of how he gets there, Silver will always conk out afterwards. The way his body relaxes post-orgasm makes him sleepy even without his narcolepsy playing a role in it.

If he’s lucky, he’ll see you again in your dream using his unique magic and spend more time with you in the dream world. Even if not, he holds hope that you’ll still be in his arms when he wakes up. Waking up next to you and seeing you smile at him puts the young knight in a great mood and makes his day from the very start. He enjoys the sex, but it is small, mundane activities like waking up and having breakfast together that fill him with joy. Even if it’s not exciting, Silver wants to share his life with you and have you become a permanent part of his small, but dearly cherished, circle of loved ones.

[madzelda1]

Hiiiii, do you think you could do Leona Kingscholar sfw and nsfw hcs with reader (female or no gender, i dont mind) preatty pliz?🥹 (i speak spanish, sorry if something i say is wrong 😔)

dw babes, your grammar is just fine, you’re doing great!! :))

Leona Kingscholar hc!

leona kingscholar x afab!reader

SFW

he may not seem like it, but he’s a major simp for you. he may be a sarcastic ass sometimes, but for you, he’s obedient

after all, women run the Sunset Savannah, so if he didn’t treat you with utmost respect, he’d never forgive himself

like if you use even the slightest amount of sharpness or seriousness in your tone, best believe he’s obeying and groveling at your feet for whatever is making you use that tone

if he’s being stubborn and won’t get up, and you say, “leona, get up.” in a serious tone, he’s immediately up and ready. you tease him for it

most of the time you two hang out, it’s spent napping. he’ll use you as his personal pillow, whether that be spooning you or laying on you, doesn’t matter to him

he’s pretty much an oversized house cat, so when you’re laying down together, he’ll subconsciously lick your face with his rough tongue. affectionate grooming :)

he shows off during spelldrive practices and games

he loves when you play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. he likes when you braid his hair too (he purrs)

he opens up to you about his family and his struggles. you understand why he doesn’t want to introduce you to his family, but it doesn’t last long. when cheka shows up unexpectedly, the little guy falls in love with you, calling you auntie

leona ends up introducing you to his family. falena and his wife also adore you

due to his insecurities, you’ll have to assure leona quite often that he’s first place to you. he won’t be vocal about it when he’s feeling down, but you’ll be able to tell from his body language

he likes flaunting you to vil and malleus, and makes it clear to them that power nor beauty is enough to make you want them. you chose leona, and that’s what matters

you’re like a lifeline to him. he has no clue what he’d do without you

18+ below! read at your own discretion

nsfw

he’s tease central. he likes having you beg for his touch and cock

he’ll relentlessly edge you. about to cum? he pulls away right before you do, then laugh at your whimpering

i mentioned before that he has a rough tongue. expect him to use that tongue on your poor pussy any chance he can get

and he really likes eating you out. he’s a carnivore after all, so his favorite meal is the one between your legs

say it with me—he has a breeding kink. it’s not so much of getting you pregnant, more so the fact that he’s marking you in the most primal way he knows. so when you go around other beast men or fae or whatever with heightened senses, they can sense his mark on you

he also likes watching his cum drip from your abused hole

he’ll have you face down ass up with the nastiest arch in your back, keeping a hand between your shoulder blades to make sure you stay like that

expect a lot of lazy sex, the kind where you just melt into one another. no rush, no urgency, just warmth and comfort in his strong arms. he’ll fall asleep with his dick in you

has no problem with making you up, showing off who you belong to. love bites and hickeys will be scattered all over your body, so make sure your collar is up correctly…

if you want to turn him into putty, mess with the base of his tail. it’s sensitive, and he gets so worked up. it’s the only time you’ll hear him whimpering

he’s big into giving you backshots as well as spooning. he likes seeing your ass ripple against him each time he slams his cock back into you

he’s thought about riding his broom while you ride him. it gets him incredibly hard

he’s also thought about chasing you down, and (CONSENSUALLY) having his way with you as his reward for catching his prey

one time, after you gushed over cheka so much someone would think you were the little boys mom, leona dragged you into his room and pounded into you relentlessly, all while saying, “if you like the screech box so much, i’ll fuck my own into you.”

..and if you’re getting too close to vil or malleus, he drags you back to his room, and does the same as before, but much harder. “i’m the only one who can fuck you like this, right princess?”

he’s also big into body worship. if you’re ever feeling down about yourself, leave it to him to worship every inch of you. he’s whipped

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note from madz~ hehehe leona’s fun to write for i must say

[yuuna-iridescent-scales]

⏾⋆.˚ Helping hand !! ᶻz Z .ᐟ

⏾⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS You haven’t been able to see your dear boyfriend, Silver, all day— normally you would at least catch a glimpse of that familiar silver hair somewhere in the halls but no! It’s only until a scheming and mischievous bat spilling the news that you learn that Silver has been stricken by a cloud of aphrodisiac! And all of a sudden, you are offering “help” to cure Silver’s illness! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

⏾⋆.˚ GENRE smut, porn with plot ⏾⋆.˚ INCLUDES Silver Vanrouge

⏾⋆.˚ CONTENT WARNING afab!reader | reader is yuu | possible spoilers of main/side stories | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | mentions of side characters | nicknames | implied aphrodisiac usage | aged up characters | pet names | prone bone + headlock yumm | implied creampie | unprotected sex | p in v | cumming inside | might be a lil OOC | author note at end ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

There’s an unmistakable pout plastered on your face, walking all alone through the almost empty halls of Night Raven College. You were supposed to be walking to Ramshackle with your troublemakers; Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but it seems their chaotic nature has finally brought karma— ending up with them stuck after class with a very irritated Crewel. You could only imagine the amount of lectures and suffering the trouble trio was putting up with now. . though you couldn’t say that you felt too bad, in fact you snickered quietly when Crewel dismissed everyone but the chaos trio.

However, there’s a dull ache in your chest. . it felt even more quiet and lonely today— now that you think about you, you haven’t really seen your boyfriend, Silver, at all today. Normally at lunch, he would pass by your lunch table and let you press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning harmonized disgusted groans from Ace and Grim. He’d even accompany you to the walk to one of your classes, but his presence really seemed to be missing all of today.

Is he feeling unwell, surely he would have told you of his absence beforehand— 

“Oh my. . why hello there, prefect!” A cheerful voice hums out in pure delight, a voice full of mischief and playfulness— there are only a few people in mind who act so lively around you. . but the person shows themself very quickly.

Lilia, upside down, appears directly in front of you with a suspicious grin plastered on his face. You flinched so hard, hair standing up from his sudden presence. . you clearly were still unused to his tactics of showing his abrupt arrival.

“Lilia! You scared me!” You huff out, glaring at the old bat who seemed to shrug off the slight frustration in your voice.

“Have I really frightened you that much, beastie? Perhaps I should do this more often fufufu. .” Lilia giggles out, eyes sharpening as he seems to watch you closely, smiling softly when you try to relax your nerves.

“Oh right! Lilia, have you seen Silver at all today? I’m starting to worry for him, perhaps he fell asleep in the courtyard again. .” You sigh out, missing the overly excited and mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well of course! He’s resting in Diasomnia after a small. . mishap happened in his class” Lilia hums out, the pause in his words has you arching a brow— an accident in his class? 

“Why, you should go visit him right now, I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you khee hee” Lilia giggles, grabbing onto your shoulder before and oozy feeling washing over your body.

In a blink of an eye, you’re standing in the empty hallway of Diasomnia’s hallway— it really isn’t that hard to know it’s the dorm Silver inhabits when the dark green and black color scheme is known as Diasomnia’s thing. You groan softly, clutching your head as the slight buzz seems to fade away.

“ I would really prefer if you let me walk here instead. . my head is killing me” you whine out, shooting Lilia a glare when he giggles at your slight suffering. 

“Why, you know that this is the fastest way to get here, beastie. . now go on fufufu” Lilia shoos you away with two pats on your back, disappearing silently as you walk through the halls. 

It’s not long before you’re standing directly in front of Silver’s door, pressing your ear against the door. . it’s quiet in there, maybe he is fast asleep. Still, you knock on the door— half of you expects at least a small response while the other knows it won’t be like that. Once. . twice. . thrice. . and still no response from your boyfriend.

Pushing the door open slowly, you peek from behind the door to take a quick glance inside. Silver is sprawled on his bed, it almost looks like he’s fast asleep— almost. . if it wasn’t for the disarray state he’s in. The silver strands of his hair laying on his pillow forms a halo around his head, his once controlled hair seemed to be more tousled. . like he’s been relentlessly dragging his fingers through his hair. 

There’s an unmistakable sheen of sweat coating his face, along with a bright flush of pink on his pale skin. Silver is panting heavily, chest rising flaking rapidly— he licks his lips, calling out your name in a quiet and breathless voice. 

“Silver. .?” You call out to your boyfriend, who flinches. . quickly sitting up once he realizes that it was a familiar and very desirable voice talking to him. 

Those pretty eyes of Silver’s stare intensely at you, clouded with. . hunger and desperation.

“Mmh. .? Prefect. .?” Silver groans out, lazily reaching out to yank a blanket over his lower body, tossing a pillow on his lap for extra measure. 

It’s almost unbelievable that you get to see your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state, even calling your name so sweetly. Normally, he has a pristine appearance even when deep in a little nap. But this, this was a whole new appearance of Silver.

“Silver? Lilia told me you had a mishap in alchemy class. . are you feeling any better” you call out hesitantly, quickly walking to his bedside.

You press your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. . his skin is burning hot—only for him to nuzzle into your touch needily, whipping softly. Silver gently tugs you closer by your hand, resting his head against your chest.

“Mmhp. . I th- think I put a potent flower into my cauldron— it exploded in my face. .” He slurs out, voice muffled by your chest as he refuses to pull away for even a mere second.

Is this really your same Silver? How potent was that damn flower? There’s only a few flowers in the alchemy room that’s potent; but only one of them reacts like this. . the aphrodisiac flower.

You blush at the thought, eyes darting to glance at the pillow, conveniently placed on his lap. Oooh. . oh. Silver inhales deeply, drinking up the comforting scent of you like a starved man.

“Pl- please, prefect. I don’t want to burden you w- with this. . problem. . please leave me” Silver groans out, reluctantly pulling himself away from your chest to glance at your face.

“No—. . I- I want to help you, please let me help” you mutter out, the flush on your cheeks becoming more noticeable— you truly pray to the sevens that nobody will be walking through the halls at such hours.

He hums in acknowledgment, it’s obvious he wasn’t completely persuaded by your words. . still having slight concern that he would accidentally hurt you. Which, in your mind, is impossible— your boyfriend who takes naps with wild woodland creatures, would hurt you? You tenderly brush your fingers against Silver’s cheek, smiling when he sighs in delight.

“A- are you completely sure, I wouldn’t—“ he manages to breathe out, even through his lust clouded mind he still manages to be overly sweet and cautious around you.

If only takes a quick response from you, a nod of your head, for Silver to press a tender and light kiss against your lips— self restraint practically oozes from him as he tries not to become overly eager at the taste of you. . 

The heat has become unbearable; your body felt burning hot, slick with glistening sweat, purely sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. It’s challenging to breathe regularly when a deliciously thick bicep is wrapped snug around the expanse of your neck— firm but not tight enough to deprive you well needed oxygen. If anything, it was keeping your head from falling slack onto the messy pillow below your head. What truly takes away your ability to breathe is the way Silver slams his hips into yours, pretty, slender cock plunging deep into your white-covered walls.

“Hckk—! Nghh. . Si- silver! Haaah, please—“ you loudly moan out your boyfriend’s name in that sweet tone of yours, words slurred and interrupted by your own moans and gasps of ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back soo far when he slams his weight on top of yours with a sickly wet plapp, skin flushed against each other with each thrust, to ensure his length kisses at your most sensitive spots. The silver haired man groans into the slick skin of the back of your neck, lips peppering tender kisses that contrast the sloppy and downright needy thrust of his. With that rough and velvety voice of his, Silver groans out your name breathlessly with a hint of need: it has a delicious wave of heat washing through your body, more arousal pooling back to your raw, sensitive cunt.

“Haaah—. . mmhp, am I g- going too rough, my b- beloved?” Silver groans out in a delightful rough voice, lips worshipping the skin of your neck, shoulder, and collarbone until his marks bloom on your flushed skin.

Drool peeks from the corner of your lips, dripping onto Silver’s well defined bicep. You whimper out when his teeth scratches and bumps into your tender neck, weakly squirming underneath his body. It just has been hours since you two started peeling each other's clothes off: You know he has quite the overwhelming endurance when it comes to physical training. . and with leftover aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, it’s no surprise he’s still needy compared to you. 

“Nghh—! Hck, m- more, more please Si’” you gasp out between loud moans and wails, velvety walls quivering and twitching around his throbbing cock— earning yourself a delicious “fuckk” from your boyfriend. 

“Pl- please —mmhp. . my beloved” he pants out breathlessly, hips jolting as they smack harder into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies drastically.

Your puffy clit drags and grinds along the soft fabric of his bedsheets, already sensitive from the way he was worshipping the bundle of nerves with his mouths and tongue— face buried between your thighs, lapping, licking, and suckling at your syrupy folds. His perfect cock bobs and throbs violently in your gooey walls, Silver must be close by now, drawing out gasp from your kiss- swollen lips.

“G- give me everything, pl- please.  . — let me make you cum b- before me, fuckk” Silver moans out between groans of your name, teeth finding its spot on your collarbone, tongue lapping at your slick skin as if your flavor was addictive like wine.

And how could you possibly deny Silver when he’s asking so nicely? Your body trembles violently from overstimulation, that heat in your lower belly intensifies from the pleasure, it’s mind numbing. 

“S- silver—!” You squeal out, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, burying your face the best you can into his bicep as your teeth nibble at his skin. 

Your velvety walls spasm around his length, specks of white appearing in your vision as you gush around his length for the nth time tonight. Silver groans out, letting out the prettiest whimper. . shivers coursing through his body from how deliciously tight your walls had become around him.

“Yes— Yesyesyes, my beloved” he stutters out, hips stuttering as he rests his weight on top of your exhausted body— cock buried to the hilt as he kisses at your neck hungrily. 

Thick ropes of cum shoot into your cunt, filling you up against as Silver’s seed leaks around the base of his cock, trickling down your shivering thighs.

“Haah—“ you pant out, walls weakly quivering from your intense orgasm. 

You hear him whine before slowly pulling from your sopping hole, only the tip in before he thrust back into your messy pussy— pushing his cum deeper. A mixture of Silver and your cum drools from your stuffed hole, creating such a mess everywhere.

“Mmhp. . nghh, a- are you feeling well, pr- prefect?” Silver asks gently after a few minutes of synchronized pants and huffs, kissing your nape.

A blissful expression is plastered on your face, practically melting into Silver’s tender touch. You nod your head slowly and lazily, a pleasurable ache in your body settles in. He bends down to press a kiss on your spine, resting most of his body weight on your body— the skin-to-skin contact is well welcomed by you.

Perhaps, next time, you’ll be the one to accidentally get an aphrodisiac cloud blown in your face. . You are sure your night in the shining armor of a boyfriend would come to save you, like you did for him. 

⏾⋆.˚ All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block ᶻz Z .ᐟ

⧼⏾⋆⧽﹒ AUTHOR NOTE ﹒⟢ Can you really believe that I wrote this draft wayy back, like in may 18, and is now just finished completely editing it (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) But I’m pretty glad I took the time to edit and give it some lore instead of just unfiltered smut, tehehe ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა I love Serani Poji, the only artist that gave me enough energy to finish this

I also wanted to say, I really appreciate how you guys are sending me requests. . it makes me feel like you guys actually enjoy my content, tysm ily and I’m sorry for taking forever to get them down <33

Anyways, I just wanted to say that I do have a lot of fic ideas in mind that I really want to get started; a 500 follower special, a bunch of requests from you guys, and even a series that I wanna get a Taglist started for! Love you guys lots, make sure to take care of yourself mwah mwah (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Sebek Zigvolt - Smut Alphabet

A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You don’t have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.

A - Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex)

Are you still breathing?! You should be!! Hark!! On the horizon!! Your knight is to the rescue!! Sebek is aware of his strength and he does care a lot. Usually he brings a washcloth first to wipe away any fluids that may cling to your skin. Forgive his roughness. He gets excited...

B - Body part = (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his would be his teeth. Aren't they fantastic and well taken care of? Praise him! Admire his jaw and fangs! He never bites you hard, in fact he rarely bites you at all.

His favorite body part of yours would be your fingers. He thinks they look lovely when holding something and he enjoys kissing your knuckles. If you paint your nails or you read a book he does watch in admiration...

C - Cum = (anything to do with cum basically)

Sebek does have very thick cum due to being so pent up. It's sticky and a nice milky color but a lot tends to come out when he finishes so he often wears a condom to avoid making a mess. And he's practicing safe sex habits!

Based on his diet it would be pretty salty but not impossible to swallow but he recommends that you don't. Due to how thick it is it may cling to the back of your throat which can be uncomfortable. It's okay to spit it out!

D - Dirty Secret = (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sebek will take this to the grave. He will never share this with anyone. Not even his diary knows this.

Sebek is really into Raceplay. He has a lot of issues he works through in his personal life and experience where he feels insecure about who and what he is. So he often finds himself watching porn on seedy websites where humans' are being treated to rough sex from Fae. Being placed in handcuffs and dragged around like toys. It's not often Fae and Humans' enter romantic or physical relationships so it is hard to find the content he wants to see. So he has his favorites. One being the strong and cool Fae prince breeds the human peasant that wandered into the Briar Valley forest. Ohh noo!~!

E - Experience = (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He won't lie to you and say he knows what he's doing. However, you have nothing to fear! He made sure to do ample research and ask questions to prepare!

There is a lot he still doesn't know so the first time with him would be pretty slow and steady. It also makes things more intimate. He wants to learn and enjoy this experience with you. There's no reason to rush.

F - Favorite Position = (exactly what it says)

A human's place is beneath a powerful Fae. Or so he says in his mind where you can't hear him. He loves prone bone and feeling your body underneath his much bigger and stronger one. He can kiss at your shoulders and growl in your ear and the scent of sweat gathering on the back of your neck does turn him on even more. Just the feeling of your ass bouncing back against him is too much... But he loves it!~!

G - Goofy = (are they more serious in the moment? are they more humorous?)

He's dead serious. Sexual intercourse is no laughing matter! Before actually having sex he is a little bashful and he does try to woo you with his eloquent way of speaking even if it does come off as silly. But don't laugh or giggle... It might throw him off...

H - Hair = (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Sebek takes great care of himself especially being a retainer to the future king of Briar Valley! Even if no one can see his pubes except him and maybe you... He still trims and takes care of them.

The uniform he wears is a thick leather material with lots of belts and metal so he does get hot. And being a knight wearing armor is even worse. He does keep the hair short and it's still that famous minty green color.

I - Intimacy = (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?)

Sex should only happen between lovers! He does love you very much each time he embraces you in his very strong arms. But sometimes he fucks you like your an object which can be a pleasant change from the usual love making. But it is rare for him to treat you that way...

J - Jack Off = (masturbation headcanon)

It's very rare that Sebek makes time for his personal pleasure. Between protecting Malleus and school he has issues balancing his time. Because it's so rare it is part of why he's often short with others and he seems in a foul mood. He has yet to realize that masturbating really does help. He just assumes all the tension in his body is normal.

K - Kink = (one or more of their kinks)

Sebek LOVES roleplay! Not in anime costume way he does not know what an anime is. He likes being the strong and valiant knight who comes to your rescue and you reward him by giving him a handjob. Which pairs nicely with his love of praise.

Sebek also really likes breeding regardless of if you can get pregnant or not. As a Fae, contraceptives aren't a thing that exist since it's a 'human made' piece of technology. If you don't want to have kids? Don't have sex. Or see if someone knows a magic spell to help prevent pregancy.

L - Location = (favorite place to do the do)

Of course the bedroom is the best go to! It's natural to have a bed and closed doors and curtains to offer privacy. But if he had to choose a more unconventional location he does find it enticing to have sex in the library. Surrounded by books and having to stay quiet in a dark corner... He's far too bashful to ever bring up the idea.

M - Motivation = (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Sebek is more simple than you think. When you cling to him or act like you're in distress it does excite him. If only a strong, handsome knight would come to the rescue! Yes he will open that jar for you. Of course he can get the door. Of course he can lift you up to reach the top library shelf!

N - No = (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Nothing Malleus related can enter the bedroom as shocking as that may sound. The respect and admiration he has for Malleus also means he cannot let His Majesty find out that Sebek likes to have sex. It may taint his image! Even though 'His Majesty' is a framed painting, he must be placed outside of the bedroom before sex may continue.

O - Oral = (preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

There's no need to sink to your knees. Sebek is a gentleman! He prefers to preform! Especially knowing you'll praise him. He does extremely well since he reads books on what to do and what techniques to try. Trust in old books! There's a reason why Fae stay married for so long!

If you do offer him head he won't decline but he often closes his eyes. If he looks down at you he's going to cum. And finishing early is shameful.

P - Pace = (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Sebek likes going fast. Or at least a pace that keeps you whining. He feels like he can get deeper when he moves fast. He tries to avoid being rough he doesn't want to hurt you but sometimes he can't help but to slam into you. Usually he's into 'love making' and being buried deep inside of you...

Q - Quickie = (their opinions of quickies, how often, etc.)

A quickie is not ample enough time for intercourse... You need foreplay and you need to be stretched and lubricated. Just bending over and having sex isn't a good idea and can be dangerous. You'll really need to convince him to do this.

R - Risk = (are they game to excitement? do they take risks, etc.)

Sebek isn't very experimental with sex. He likes plain vanilla and only ever tries things he may have seen in books. He wouldn't mind if you tried to teach him something new, but based on what the risk may be? It will be a firm no.

S - Stamina = (how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last?)

Sebek has great stamina due to his constant exercise routine. He lasts a long time without cumming. And more often than not you find yourself ready to plead for mercy. Your body is shaking and your hole feels swollen when he finally finishes.

T - Toys = (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themself?)

He's a maiden pure of heart. He hasn't bought a toy for himself and never considered it. He has seen them in porn before but the prices he's seen are enough to cause a heart attack. It's not something people in Briar Valley usually purchase either. You can use magic for that!

U - Unfair = (how much they like to tease)

How childish! He would never tease you. Sex is something that requires clear and honest communication! He plans to be very open and blunt about what he may want from you and how. But he wouldn't mind if you tease him.

V - Volume = (how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)

Sebek does a lot of grunting. When he's super into it he rarely speaks. You can tell he feels good from that alone. Sometimes when he's on top of you he does like kissing and pressing his tongue against yours. Maybe you'll get a soft "I love you" from him.

If you're roleplaying something on the darker side; he might call you a "sow", "harlot", or "bitch in heat" depending on what's going on. He doesn't want to talk down to you... It's just the heat of the moment.

W - Wild = (a random headcanon on the character)

The first time Sebek ever got a boner from you was seeing you wet. As in covered in water. It was a stormy morning on the walk to school and you unfortunately didn't have an umbrella. Your uniform was soaked and you were shivering. And for some reason, his body liked the sight of you that way. How your clothes hugged your body. Of course your friends came to the rescue to cast some wind spells to dry you off.

Sebek always feels ashamed over getting aroused at the sight of something so simple. Especially since at this point you had only exchanged a few words.

X - X-ray = (lets see what's going on under those clothes)

Sebek is half-Fae so his body is a little different than a humans! And a Fae's. His cock isn't as smooth or velvety like a human's. It's almost a rubbery texture when he's aroused and it has small ribs and flares near the salmon colored head.

It is bigger than average but he isn't aware of that. It hasn't occurred to him that not everyone is the same size. He just hasn't asked or been in the situation where he needs to compare.

Y - Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?)

Sebek is a very traditional man so he does his best to wait until things between you are serious. Before you came into his life he never thought of that kind of thing. He would never! His Majesty is most important and takes up all of his time. But when you became his friend and eventually started dating the idea of you folded in half takes up the space in his mind that Malleus doesn't.

Sometimes the stress does get to him. He feels like he could fuck you for hours since he's half Fae and he holds back often. No wonder he's so loud and often scowling... He's trying to play the role of a gentleman waiting for your hand that way he can have you underneath him at least three times a week.

Z - Zzz = (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Of course after such rigorous exercise it is natural to rest afterwards and replenish your strength! Sebek won't fall asleep immediately after. He wants to shower and he wants to get you clean as well. Maybe have a light snack or decaffeinated tea!

Once you're okay he's settled down beside you in his very, unarousing pajamas. He usually falls asleep after you... And he sleeps like a log...

[k-quo]

★From This to That★

Synopsis: Inexperienced with sex, he can only count on you to teach him!

Warnings! Porn with some sort of plot(?), mutual masturbation, deep throat, blowjob, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism(?)

A/N: and this short series has come to an end! ack this was so much fun and i hope i can do some other charas with a similar concept next time<3

Experimenting with Deuce has been a wild ride. You honestly didn't expect him to be so open about such things, but here you were, doing almost everything from your bucket list. It has even gotten a lot more exciting now that he was actively asking to try different kinks!

This time wasn't any different—a hot and needy make out after a long day is just what the two of you need. Your back pressed against the cushions of your couch as Deuce towered over you. His arms caging you in while his knee slid in between your legs, allowing you to slowly grind against it. 

Your hands were quick to remove his clothes, throwing them somewhere in the living room. Deuce fiddled with your tie, hastily loosening it before yanking it off you. His fingers forcefully dragged along your shirt, ripping the buttons off it in an attempt to get you naked.

“Hey! I just bought this…” You whined into his lips, pushing him away to pout at him. 

Deuce looked somewhat apologetic, kissing your temple as a silent apology. “Mm, I'll make it up to you, promise…” His mumbled words got lower as he began to kiss down your neck, making sure to leave a few marks along the way. His kisses grew insistent and dragged lower until his teeth found the zipper of your pants. Your hand tangled into his hair as he bit down on the zipper to free you from another layer of clothing. 

Your head rested on the cushions, eyes closed as you let yourself enjoy his touch. Deuce knelt down in front of you as he pulled off your pants before immediately stuffing his face into your clothed sex. He could feel the wet patch forming from how aroused you have become. His tongue darted out to have a taste, moaning as it hit him. Fuck, he has always loved how sweet you tasted—how only he could make you this drenched.

It didn't take long before he dragged his tongue along your soaked panties, almost attempting to eat you out through the fabric. “Mm, fu… Hurry up and take it off.” Your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to suck and lick, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Deuce had to force himself off of you before things got out of hand. His breath quickened and his body shook with barely contained lust. He eyed you down, taking in the view of how disheveled you have gotten over something so simple. 

An idea popped inside his head as he sat in front of you. “Is it alright if we do something different today?” His question was all too familiar that you couldn't help but smile. You wonder what he had in store for you tonight.

“Of course. I'm always up for it.” 

“I want you to do everything I say.”

Oh? Well, it wasn't unusual for him to command you, but there was something different in his tone. Whatever it was, you shrugged it off before giving Deuce the go signal.

“Touch yourself…” His voice dropped lower as he spoke, eyes hooded with lust before he leaned back to get a better view. Now, where's the fun in simply doing what he wanted? 

Your hands traveled to your chest, kneading it before giving your nipples some attention. The sensation immediately reached your core, making you squeeze your legs shut. This, however, didn't please the man in front of you. His hands grabbed hold of your legs and pried it open. 

“None of that tonight. Show me everything, princess.” 

Fuck, if he keeps talking like that, you don't know if you can hold yourself back from throwing yourself at him. A loud moan escaped your lips as you pinched harder, your legs trying to clamp close but is stopped by his grip.

Despite absolutely loving what he was seeing, Deuce was far too needy to just watch you play with your chest. A part of him wanted to demand you to go lower but another part of him was embarrassed to make such a request. But… he is in charge, right? You wouldn't mind it at all…

“Come on, give me a show. What's this pretty pussy for?” Fuck, he felt like he might melt from shame. But holy shit did it sound hot as fuck. A breathy laugh could be heard from above him. Deuce looked up, only to see you grinning at him as your fingers dragged along your stomach to your clothed sex. 

You let your finger rub against your clit, moaning quietly as it sent pleasure all over your body. It wasn't fair to keep him waiting, after all, he did request a show. Your fingers pushed your panties aside, dragging them to your wet folds. Slowly, you let one finger slip inside, the wet squelching sound filling the eerily quiet room.

Deuce watched in awe, his eyes wide with amazement. No matter how many times he has seen you like this, he will always get mesmerized by you. He had to bite down his lips to force any whine that came up his throat. The pants he wore got tighter as you added another finger.

Without thinking about it, his hand had already unzipped his pants and freed his aching cock. He matched your rhythm perfectly, as if he was thrusting inside of you. It didn't help that your moans and whines were all he could hear. 

He stood up abruptly, causing you to stop and look up. Deuce got closer until his dick was in front of your face, his hand guiding your head closer to it. “Suck.” Were his only words before shoving it inside your mouth. 

You gagged as he pushed deeper, feeling it in the back of your throat. Fuck, has he always been this big? Or maybe it has been so long since you last sucked him off. Can't really tell when he's fucking your face.

“Don't s-stop. Can't let your pussy be em—mmhp!—ty..”

Easier said than done. Having to adjust to his size while also pleasuring yourself was hard! Yet, your fingers immediately started thrusting again, trying to match his pace. Deuce was quick to gather your messy hair, not wanting you to get annoyed by having it all over your face.

His pace got quicker, and he thrust deeper as he felt his climax approach. Despite the dull ache in your jaw, you let it open wider, taking more of him. You felt him grip your hair tighter, his words starting to slur the deeper he went.

“I—fuck, take it! Wa-want it down your throat, mo—shit!”

His eyes rolled back as he shoved his cock down your throat, letting his cum fill it. You could feel the warm liquid flowing down, some of it dripping  on your lips. Once he deemed he was done, Deuce slowly pulled out before wiping the mess off your chin. 

The silence was deafening as you both tried to catch your breath. However, his eyes looked down and saw that the couch wasn't wet enough. Somehow, he believed you didn't orgasm just yet.

He immediately laid you down on the couch, pressing your chest against the cushions before positioning himself against your pulsing pussy. “‘m sorry, princess… I'll make you come now.”

“Wai—Deuce, I just di—”

“Shhh… Let's get this couch all wet, okay?”

[wunyarose]

You said Haku is morning sex personified. So if you wrote something to prove that I wouldn't object at all. You know just for proof

Morning Sex with Haku

Golden rays seeped through the blinds, bathing your and Haku’s entangled forms in warmth. Days you got to sleep in were rare. Rarer still were the ones you got to share with him, basking in each other. The bliss from the night before a still left a delicious ache that you felt every time you stretched.

Every time you woke, you remembered you didn’t have to get up for anything or anyone. The first time you woke to a hardness poking your backside while Haku spooned you. His gentle snores lulled you back to sleep. Sharing your body with him was a promise, one you felt no need to rush since that would likely begin the rest of your day.

The second time you woke was to feather light kisses on your shoulder, leading toward your neck. When you hummed and stretched your back, that insistent hardness was there again. He responded with a roll of his hips, keeping yours against him as his hand caressed your stomach. The kisses paused when you moved. Haku picked up his head to look at your sleepy face, your mussed hair fanning across his pillow, capturing sunlight and saturating that ethereal halo. His breathing hitched and he pressed his open mouth to your neck, the spot that he knew made you sigh so sweetly. While he sucked, you shifted again to cradle his member between your thighs. An appreciative chuckle reverberated from his lips to your neck, sparking nerves all the way to your core, which lightly kissed and wet his cock while you teased him.

These lazy mornings were rare and surreal. You collected them, captured them in crystalline so they wouldn’t meld together and fade away like all the dreams you had of him when you were apart.

Haku was impatient. Foreplay was for your days and long nights. Mornings were pure, easy. Once he could feel you were ready to take him, in mere moments of rubbing between your thighs, he angled his hips to align himself with your entrance and sunk into you.

Morning sex wasn’t loud. It was all soft sighs, hums, shudders and groans. It was basking in a sauna, as opposed to being swept away in the wild and perfect storm of passion that was your nights. It was passionate all the same, eternal, since time itself stopped to watch.

You were wrapped in him, one of his lean arms coiled around your shoulders to keep you pressed against his chest, the other hand on your hip, keeping your back arched so he could take you at that perfect, intimate angle.

Sweat formed like dewdrops on leaves and petals, and together you glowed like gods, worshipping each other in the purest expression of loving devotion.

His stuttering hips coaxed a climax from you as his overtook him, wrapping you both in ambrosial euphoria until the energy was sapped from you. Several moments were silent, but for heavy breaths and hammering heartbeats. You recovered first, twisting so his boneless body slipped out of yours and he flopped onto his back. You picked yourself up and straddled him, pinning him and leaking his seed onto his lap. Delight danced in your eyes as he smiled up at you, completely at your mercy.

“Morning~” you sang, voice still sultry and husky from sleep.

“Morning, princess.” He grinned at you, pushing hair out of your face so he could admire the beauty of his sunlight goddess.

[wunyarose]

Listen... Make-up sex after an argument with Haku

I love the way you write requests. You're really amazing. I'd be very happy if you could do mine too, but it's okay if you don't want to 💞

Thank you so much! ^^ I'm always willing to write some emotional Haku <3

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Haku’s casual outlook was refreshing amid the doom and gloom your chaotic life often found. Death was around every corner, everyone you knew had faced the kind of loss no one should and emerged transformed. Haku was your constant comfort through it all. The red thread intertwined between your fingers let you know you belonged there, with him. 

But sometimes he was too aloof, his jests so casual when he gave mixed signals you worried that thread was fraying. You didn’t realize how frayed your nerves were until a careless, normally harmless remark made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. 

“Is everything a joke to you? Including us?” 

Your questions doused him like ice water. His easy smile faltered, citrine eyes widened. He recovered his composure with a sigh. 

“I’m taking it too far, aren’t I?” 

He had ‘joked’ about a future with you and took it all back like it wasn’t a possibility. He had been watching his step as you ascended the stairs and didn’t see the way your eyes widened, didn’t hear your breath hitch at the dream come true of a future with him, free of Darkwick, spending precious moments of every day in his arms, away from responsibilities and curses and horrors. 

He was able to think of it and dismiss it so easily, he may as well have cast you aside in that moment. 

“No, no, be honest for once, by all means.” You narrowed his eyes at him, hoping the sting in them was all there would be, that they would remain dry while he spelled out that your heartbreak was inevitable. That the dreams of your future were so brittle they couldn’t even be spoken aloud without shattering. 

“Come on, princess. I didn’t deserve that.” You had stopped walking, unsure if you wanted to go anywhere with him anymore. Being alone in the chapel sounded more appealing than being led on by a man you were head over heels for, who you were more serious about than he could ever imagine. Or reciprocate, apparently. 

But Haku didn’t do angry, so he approached you like you were a wild dog, offering a hand for you to sniff his intentions. He raised that hand to cup your cheek and pressed you against the railing at the top of the stairs. 

“I’m always honest when I say I want you.” His voice was low and sultry. An obvious distraction since Haku didn’t know how to solve his own problems as much as dish out advice to others. He didn’t do angry, you knew that much from his unflappable attitude. But you did, and that, if nothing else, you would have him take seriously. 

Traitorous arousal warmed you and you cursed the Pavlovian response to his suggestive intentions. But your hurt won and no offer of pleasure would cover up his mixed signals when he had your whole heart. You pretended to let your guard down so he leaned in for a kiss. 

When your arms were around him, they tightened to flip him over the rail and into the bushes. He landed on his back with a grunt and stared at the sky, stunned as you left him to head home. 

You didn’t hear from him for hours, until he called you that evening. 

“What?” You said. 

“So how much trouble am I in?” He sounded uncharacteristically neutral. Still too far on the lighthearted side for your liking. You could almost hear that he was wearing that same stupid, handsome smile. 

“Why would you be in trouble? You just said we have no future together. I should be grateful for your transparency.” You spat the last word for the joke that it was. Haku was one of the least transparent people you knew, but you thought you had seen enough of his vulnerability to get a proper read on him. More likely you put on blinders and focused on the traces of wishful thinking you could get from his ambiguity. 

“I would never say that.” 

“Not outright, because that would mean the sex would stop. That’s all you’re in this for, aren’t you? The goal for every date, the solution to every problem. The whole fucking reason you brought me here in the first place.” 

“Open the door.” 

You paused mid-rant at his stern command. Confused, you went to the door and peeked out of it. 

He was there, phone to his ear, other hand in his pocket. A hard glint in his eye. Pursed lips in a straight line. 

He was angry. 

And you realized how much you wanted this. 

You hung up and opened the door the rest of the way. Haku pocketed his phone and waited for your next move. He glanced over your shoulder like he wanted to come inside.

“How’s your ass?” Your blocked his entrance, arms folded.

“Thorny,” he said humorlessly. 

That made you crack a smile. His gaze softened, but he shared none of your amusement. 

“Want to let me in so we can talk?” 

You didn’t want to hear his excuses, his backtracking. More vague promises until he could touch you and make your anger melt away. Because it would. Easily. He played you with the ease of his flute and you didn’t want the tune to end, but they always did. And he was probably growing sick of the same song. 

“What’s the point?” Your voice came out weaker than you meant, choked with emotions that had festered since your last conversation. “You already made it clear we’re never going to last.” 

Haku lunged to come face to face with you, until you had to lean back to see him fully. He grabbed your arms to keep you from moving away from him. 

“Because you’re dying, not because I don’t love you.” 

You were struck by the painful squeeze of his hands on you, by his shouting, by his confession. He was always leisurely and calm. You stared at him, doe-eyed and speechless. He loosened his grip and took a deep breath to steady himself. One hand slid down to grasp yours and the other ran through his hair before he continued. 

“I brought you here to save you, but I still don’t know how. When I don’t know where to look for answers, I just want to spend what time I can with you. If I focus too much on the physical side, it’s because if I pass it up, I’ll regret it. I’d wait forever if we had that much time to ourselves.” Haku’s smile returned, a sorrowful shadow of his usual charm. His face grew blurry through your tears. 

You didn’t need the reminder that you were dying. You spent all your waking time running away from that thought. Running to him, because with him it felt like time froze to make room for your love to grow. But it didn’t, and he was the one painfully aware of it. He had his own way of dealing with it, of trying to steel himself for the loss to minimize how deep that hurt would be. And you were selfishly dragging it to the surface. 

“Haku, I’m-“ 

“Hush. I know.” He pulled you into a hug and let you tuck your head into his neck. “Me too.”  

You held each other on your doorstep, breathing in the evening air as the sun continued its descent. 

“Still want to come inside?” You asked. 

“Always.” 

You led him in and shut the door. He waited for you to guide him further, willing to go along if you wanted to cuddle on the couch or discuss the finer points of ice cream flavors. But you didn’t want to talk. You wanted to make it up to him in ways you knew he understood. 

Because he was right. Every moment not spent with him, in his arms felt like a waste. You led him to the couch and straddled him. 

“Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips into you as he asked to make sure, never willing to turn you down unless you were hesitant.  

“Always.” 

Haku chuckled. 

“Glad I’m not the only one who can’t get enough.” He pulled you into a kiss by the back of your neck. The hours you spent without him only stoked your need to feel him. Clothes were stripped away until you were in his lap in nothing but wet panties. His underwear had an impressive wet patch on his bulge where you teased him. 

“I wouldn’t mind still being in a little trouble, you know.” 

“Oh, you are.” You got off of him and pushed him down so he was lying on his back. The panties came off and you sat on his face. His hands were on your hips, pulling you down so you would settle your weight on him. “Now spell you’re sorry until I cum on your face.” 

A puff of air hit your core when he laughed, and his tongue immediately followed. He stroked your clit with his silver tongue, spelling out the magic words and making you forget everything but the way he pleasured you. He never slowed down his erratic licking and you wondered if he really was still spelling the words. You would ask once you finished, you decided as you angled your hips to ride his mouth and chin. 

You cried out his name as your cum dripped down his face. He was unwilling to let go when you shifted to get off of him, but you managed to detach yourself when you squeezed his aching cock. 

“In case you ever wondered, 27 I’m sorry’s is what it takes for you to cum.” Haku wiped his chin and kissed you, pinning you in his lap. “How many does it take for you to forgive me?” 

“Less than that,” you laughed, still giddy from your bliss. 

“Good.” 

You lowered his underwear and sunk down on his length. His head rolled back as his cock was enveloped in your perfect heat. 

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He lifted his head to meet your gaze and you took a moment to admire him. How eyes were heavy lidded with pleasure, molten gold filled with love you shouldn’t have doubted. You deserved this. He deserved this. Every day for a long and happy life. The future he described returned to you, and your throat tightened over how much you still wanted it. A sorrowful shadow dimmed the vibrant desire in him. He smacked your ass to stir you out of your heavy thoughts. 

“None of that, princess. Not now.” 

“Since when does the knight start giving orders?” You smiled at him and bounced on his cock. 

“When it’s for your own good.” Haku reached over the side of the couch to brace himself while you rode him. He rocked his hips into you, managing to easily find your most sensitive spots and have your legs shaking. When you could hardly keep your rhythm, he flipped you and pinned you beneath him. Your knees bent back so he thrust into you at the perfect angle that stole your breath from your lungs and made you chant his name for the gods to envy. 

He fucked you like every thrust bought you more time. Time to spend with him, to build a home, to have the love you dreamt about since your first crush. Because you’d found it. 

You found it in the way he made you smile, in how effortless your talks late into the night were, the showers with him lathering suds into your hair, making messes in the kitchen and being plowed into your couch cushions when you spent a few hours apart, pretending you weren’t thinking of each other. 

He thrust straight through his orgasm that filled you and dripped onto the couch. It wasn’t enough. It never would be. His face was flushed and glowing from the sheen of sweat from his relentless rutting. When his own thighs were trembling and he was at the brink of his second peak, he caught his breath as well as he could manage. 

“Love you, princess. Don’t ever doubt that.” 

“I won’t. Love you too, Haku.” 

His eyes softened a moment before his release. He buried his groan in your shoulder, folding you to take his seed as deep as it could go. You were sure you’d be leaking him for days, long after he stuffed you with fresh loads, because it was rare you could go long without having him inside you again. 

You pushed the hair that clung to his forehead aside, content to look at him until exhaustion claimed you so you could dream of him. He settled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling a blanket over you when you got cold. 

The last thing you were aware of before you fell asleep was him pressing a kiss to your shoulder after a quiet prayer for him to keep you for good. 

[goodboy-connoisseur]

helloooo when will you continue your wedding series? I was hoping for a new update since you first posted Deuce's lol

HI!

Actually, I really am behind schedule now for about a year, I think. Things just got really busy recently, but seeing this post made me want to try and continue. I'll just try to get some irl things out of the way first then I'll start working on the next one.

In case you haven't seen it yet, I also made one for Silver. You can check this one out if you like him while you wait for the next update :D

[nekonaps0]

Proposing is not easy

✦Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Azul Ashengrotto, Ace Trappola

✦GN!Reader

✦the boys planned the whole proposal… but they got too nervous…

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek had been a rigid, stick all day. His usual booming voice was clipped. His posture was military straight. He marched rather than walked, hands clenched at his sides, green hair somehow even more perfectly styled than usual, as if every strand was standing at attention out of sheer anxiety. He had been planning this for over a year.

Every detail had been planned. The exact day, the exact hour, the exact flower that would be in peak bloom in the private castle garden. He had even begged (very loudly and very respectfully) for Malleus’s permission to use the garden… and of course Malleus had granted it with a soft, knowing smile.

What Sebek hadn’t thought was how his heart would try to explode the moment the plan actually began. He had managed to lure you to the castle of “important business involving the Young Master.”

You were suspicious immediately.

“Sebek, this is really sudden,” you said as he practically pulled you through the halls. “Maybe after we’re done I can have tea with Lilia and…”

“NO!” Sebek barked, far too loudly. He cleared his throat, ears burning red. “Lilia does not like tea.”

You stared at him. “…Lilia doesn’t like tea? Since when?”

“Since always! It is a known fact! Do not question me!”

You let it go, but your suspicion only grew.

Sebek finally led you into the garden. It was breathtaking. Flowers of every color bloomed in perfect harmony. Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting everything in a dreamy glow. It was undeniably romantic.

You turned in a slow circle, admiring it. “Sebek… this is beautiful. Why did you really bring me here?”

The second your back was to him, Sebek dropped to one knee so hard it probably gonna leave a mark. His hands shook violently as he pulled out the small velvet box he had carried in his pocket for months. He opened his mouth to deliver the speech he had practiced at least two hundred times. But instead, a broken sob tore out of him.

Then another.

And another.

Big, loud, ugly sobs that shook his broad shoulders. Tears streamed down his face as all the tension, fear, love, and overwhelming devotion of the past years crashed over him at once.

You spun around instantly at the sound. “Sebek?!” You dropped to your knees in front of him, cupping his wet cheeks in both hands, eyes wide with panic. “What happened?! Are you hurt? Did something go wrong? Talk to me!”

Sebek could barely breathe through the sobs. His face was bright red, tears dripping off his chin. He thrust the open ring box toward you with trembling hands, the beautiful ring glittering between you. “W-Will you?” he choked out, voice cracking horribly. “Please?!”

For a second you just stared, stunned. Then your expression melted into pure joy. “Yes!” you whispered, laughing through sudden tears of your own. “Yes, Sebek. Of course I will.”

Sebek let out a loud sigh and practically tackled you into a hug, still on his knees. The ring box nearly went flying before you gently took it from his shaking hand and slipped the ring onto your finger yourself.

“I have prepared a speech…” he sobbed against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like iron bands. “But I ruined it… I’m sorry… but I’m so happy…”

You laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair. “You didn’t ruin anything. This is the most Sebek proposal I could have asked for.”

Up in the castle window, three figures watched the scene unfold.

Malleus smiled softly, looking proud.

Lilia was laughing so hard he had to hold onto the windowsill.

Silver just sighed, looking equal parts fond and exhausted. “He’s going to be insufferable about this for the next decade…”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had spent weeks… no, months!Crafting the perfect proposal plan. He had spreadsheets. Multiple drafts. Risk assessments. Backup plans for the backup plans. Jade and Floyd clear his schedule and secure the location.

He tried so hard to be slick when he casually asked you during lunch if you’d like to go on a date, you smiled and said yes immediately. But the way his fingers twitched under the table and the way he adjusted his glasses three times in ten seconds made you suspicious.

“Dinner at the beach restaurant that you talked about recently.” he said smoothly. “This Saturday. 7:15 p.m. I’ve already made the reservation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “…Specific…”

“Good planning is important.” he replied, smiling that polished, professional smile. You knew something was up.

Saturday evening arrived. The beach was beautiful, soft golden sand, gentle waves, the sky painted in breathtaking pinks and oranges as the sun began to set. Azul had somehow gotten the entire beach cleared. You walked hand in hand along the shoreline, your shoes dangling from your free hand. Azul’s grip on yours was a little tighter than usual. His palm was suspiciously clammy.

“It’s really pretty tonight,” you said, leaning into his side.

“Yes. Very beautiful” he agreed, looking down at you, voice slightly strained. That’s when his fancy digital watch started beeping insistently.

Beep. Beep. Beep beep beep.

You both stopped. You glanced down at the screen.

HEART RATE: CRITICAL. PLEASE SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.

“Azul?!” You turned to him in panic, grabbing his arm. “What’s wrong?! Are you okay? Is it your heart? Should we call someone?”

Azul’s face was flushed pink all the way to his ears. He quickly silenced the watch with a trembling finger. “It’s… nothing. I’m simply excited to eat!” he said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “The restaurant has an excellent menu tonight. Very… exciting...”

You stared at him, utterly confused. “Azul. Your heart rate is through the roof. We should ditch the date and go home. Or at least visit the infirmary—”

“No!” The word came out far too loud and desperate. Azul’s eyes widened in panic.

Before you could say another word, he dropped to one knee right there in the sand, nearly losing his balance as his legs gave out from nerves. Sand flew everywhere. One hand fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegant velvet box. His glasses were slightly fogged up.

“Marry me!” he blurted, voice cracking. “Please! right now! I mean, not right now, I mean… UGH! …will you marry me?!”

You froze.

The sunset painted everything in warm gold, the waves lapped gently, and Azul was kneeling in the sand, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes and a face so red as tomato. You stayed quiet for a long moment, stunned, just staring at him. The beeping grew louder.

HEART RATE: EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.

Azul looked like he was about to pass out...

Then you broke into a bright, teary smile. “Yes…” you whispered, then louder “Yes, Azul. Of course I’ll marry you.”

You dropped to your knees in the sand too and threw your arms around him. Azul let out a shaky, relieved breath and hugged you back so tightly you could barely breathe, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Thank the seven…” he mumbled, voice muffled against your neck. “I had three different speeches prepared… deam it...”

You laughed softly and kissed his temple. “It was perfect.”

In the distance, hidden behind some rocks, Jade stood with a camera, calmly filming the entire thing with a little smile. Floyd was doubled over beside him, laughing so hard he was wheezing, slapping his knee.

“OMS! look at his face! He’s gonna short circuit! Best entertainment ever~”

Jade didn’t even glance away from the view. “Be quiet, Floyd. This is going into the wedding montage.”

Ace Trappola

It was the perfect sunny afternoon for a picnic. The park was bathed in warm golden light, birds chirping, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. You’d packed all of Ace’s favorites, sandwiches with extra mayo, cherry pie, and those sour gummies he liked. The two of you were sprawled on a big blanket, like any other lazy date.

But something was off.

Ace kept fidgeting. He’d laugh at your jokes a little too loud, then go quiet. His hand kept drifting to the right pocket of his hoodie like he was checking if something was still there. You noticed, of course, but you didn’t push.

Finally, after he’d been staring at the same tree for 10 straight minutes, you set your drink down. “Ace… is everything okay?”

That was the moment he decided to go for it. He sat up straighter, cleared his throat, and tried to look casual. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were not the ones he practiced in the mirror for months straight.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore.”

The world stopped.

You stared at him, eyes slowly widening in shock and hurt. Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “…What?”

Ace blinked, realizing too late how that sounded. “Wait! Let me explain! I think I was your boyfriend for long enough!”

“You’re serious right now?” Your voice cracked. You felt tears already burning at the corners of your eyes. “After everything…? You were my boyfriend for ‘long enough’?”

Ace’s face went pale. “No! Wait! That came out wrong!”

But the damage was done. You felt your chest tighten painfully. You stood up on shaky legs, brushing grass off your clothes. “I can’t believe you…” you whispered, voice thick. Tears spilled as you turned and started walking away, arms wrapped around yourself.

Then in the distance, hidden behind some trees and bushes, five very panicked boys were losing their minds.

“ACE YOU IDIOT!” Deuce whisper yelled.

“NO! DONT GO!” Ortho nearly dropping the camera he was holding.

“Turn around! Turn around!!” Epel shouted, waving his arms.

“HUMAN! BEHIND YOU!” Sebek boomed, forgetting all subtlety.

Jack just groaned and facepalmed. “This is why we shouldn’t have let him do it alone…”

You stopped, confused by the sudden shouting. When you turned around, Ace was sprinting toward you, nearly tripping over his own feet. He sprinted to a stop right in front of you and dropped to one knee so fast his knee made a dull thud against the grass.

“WAIT! I’m sorry! I messed up so bad!” He was panting, face flushed red with embarrassment and nerves. One hand fumbled desperately in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a ring with a bright red gem that sparkled like a rose.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore because… because I wanna be your husband now!” he blurted, holding the ring up with a trembling hand. “I’ve been carrying this thing around for weeks, practicing in the mirror like an idiot, and I completely screwed up the line! I had this whole smooth speech planned and instead I said the worst possible thing! I am so sorry!!”

You stood there stunned, tears still streaming down your face… but now they were shifting from heartbroken to happy. Ace looked up at you with those big eyes, voice softer now.

“I love you. Like, stupid amounts. I wanna wake up next to you every day and build a life that’s loud and fun and ours. So… will you marry me? Please don’t walk away. I’ll literally die if you do.”

Behind the trees, the boys were a mess of emotions. Deuce was tearing up. Ortho was zooming in with the camera. Epel was whispering “Get it together, Ace!” while Jack tried to keep Sebek from crashing over to beat Ace for almost traumatizing you.

You let out a wet, teary laugh and dropped to your knees in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck. “Yes…” you whispered, then louder through happy sobs “Yes, you absolute idiot. I’ll marry you.”

Ace let out a whoop of relief and hugged you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. He slipped the ring onto your finger with shaky hands, then kissed you hard, desperate, relieved, and full of love. You could taste salt from both your tears.

When you finally pulled back, Ace rested his forehead against yours, grinning that signature cocky but soft smile.

“Proposal saved.“

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[mysumeow]

ᓚᘏᗢ SILVER DRABBLE ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: Fem reader, cunnilingus, hair pulling (giving). Requested. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: world cold and hard silver soft and warm ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST

Another day of you trying to figure out what was going on with Silver. He had been gazing at you with such longing, that anyone outside of the relationship would think you weren’t pampering your darling boyfriend enough. Which would not be true. There wasn’t a single day you wouldn’t greet him with a kiss, or depart without one, or demonstrate every ounce of your love to him by spending quality time with him…the list could go on and on.

To further disgruntle you, Silver was the type to guard, way too well, if something bothered him. You’ve been engaging in a conversation for the past days to try and get him to speak, but it had been futile.

Until today.

Finally. You’re strenuous effort of constantly boarding him to confess had given you results. The reason wasn’t quite what you were expecting though. You’d been biting your nails thinking that maybe he didn’t love you anymore, or that you had done something to hurt him—only to find out that the reason for his unusual behavior was that he wanted you to be rougher with him during sex.

Yes. With that handsome face of his and that noble visage that could very well belong to a fairytale prince, unabashedly, had fessed up. Silver had always been so attentive with you, cradling your cheeks with gentleness and looked at you with the gentlest gaze when you got intimate, that the confession had made you speechless.

As shocked as you were at the moment, however, why would you not try to indulge in his fantasy?

Despite your initial nervousness, Silver assured you that he could take whatever you would dish out for him. The instance you and him were bare in his room and got on top of him with your legs on either side of his face, there was some sense of hesitation in you. If not for Silver nuzzling into your thigh and kissing it, you would’ve thought about it for longer than necessary. At last, you allowed your hips to descend until your pussy met the softness of his lips.

His tongue traced circles around your clit, kindling the heat in your body. Lovingly—that was the Silver you have known. Unhurried and just tasting you before opening his mouth to welcome your aching core into his mouth. His drool mixed with your arousal, dripping more by the minute and he swallowed it without a thought. Meanwhile, you can’t help but buck your hips into him, a hand gripping the bedding and the other one sliding into his hair. Holding without tugging yet. In between your pleasured sighs and mind growing into an eager haze, you wondered if you’d been going too far if you did. Sometimes, the pleasure would become too much, and you’d try to put some space between your dripping cunt and his hungry devouring; only to be met with resistance from him, as he would feather his hands up your legs to settle on your hips. At first, strong enough to let you know that he wanted you to stay there, yet the more you trembled away from him, the stronger he held you.

He released your clit with a wet sound. “Why are you trying to pull away? Do you not like it?”

“It’s the complete contrary, but Silver…am I not suffocating you?”

“I’m enjoying it.”

Silver wanted you to have no mercy at all. He wanted you to smother him with your pussy, that all he could take in was your tight walls and inhale your intimate scent just him could be familiar with. He had spoken his mind with such earnest, that despite it causing your cheeks to flare up with blood, your cunt squeezed eagerly to sit down again.

You gave him just that.

Silver’s breath quivered when you took your rightful seat on his face, once again parting his lips to suck and lap at you. With renewed keenness, Silver drew your clit into his mouth, without faltering. The inside of your thighs were a mess, with the clear fluids sticking to them thanks to his zeal and growing desire to unravel you. His eyes were as glassy as yours, peering at your sultry expressions, which in turn, sent immediate arousal to his cock. That was the least of his worries, though—right now, there was nothing that he wanted more than to get you to that climax point.

Silver’s groan was muffled when you dared to tug at his hair, closing your hand near to the roots. Silver, who usually was quiet and spoke level-headed, had rewarded your ears with a deep, airy groan against your lower lips. You had lost yourself in the pleasure, you didn’t notice you were canting your hips forward and backwards, riding his tongue. The movement, although simple, was the one you needed to receive that orgasm Silver had been giving his all to yield.

After relishing in the dwindling rush of ecstasy, which Silver relished too with his lips, you climbed off from him. Silver’s chest rose and fell rapidly, cheeks redder than ever you’ve seen him before. He was beyond tousled, with locks of hair clinging to his forehead and lips coated with your slick.

You might’ve gone a little overboard?

Silver looked delighted, though…

[mo49ko]

(twst)

there is this genre of photo on japanese twitter called "witch and her familiar" but its photos of older female celebrities with a male idol lol

[hime-dolls]

silver x fem!reader smut. despite never being able to control whose dream he lands in, silver finds himself consistently landing in your dreams the entire week. unable to take it anymore, his yearning turns into something more than just admiring from afar, finding himself apologetically fucking your dream-self.

dream sex, yandere-esque obsessed silver, apologetic silver, slight dubcon at the start, reader has big tits, fondling, paizuri, cum swallowing, light praise, you’re both horny, post malleus overblot

a few months had passed since you, a magicless woman, enrolled in night raven college. you were given the title “prefect of ramshackle”, called it by many as you slowly gathered the respect of those around you as you held your own and even faced a multitude of overblots. silver had of course heard of you, even spoken with you a few times, but it was nothing that stood out to him until one afternoon. he had fallen asleep in the courtyard beneath a tree, suddenly remembering his after lunch lecture he was now late to. he had gotten up in a hurry, too sleep-fogged to even register his surroundings as his face smacks into something plush and soft? his head stays there for a few seconds before pushing back down, landing on what felt like fabric.

now with a few inches to see, he analyzes that his upper half was no longer on the ground, but instead on someone’s lap. his head had been laid on the fabric of your skirt, and what he found himself smacking against was not the tree or a wild animal this time, but your clothed breasts. silver wasn’t sure what to say in the moment as your fingers found your way to his head, tugging it to the side as you bend down to look at him. “good morning, silver,” you had cooed so sweetly while running your fingers through his hair. “did you have any sweet dreams?”

that was silver’s core memory of when he became aware of you not as a respectable classmate, but as a woman. you likely had more innocent thoughts, you had considered him a friend despite your brief chats. yet there he was, swinging his sword for the entire evening afterward without falling asleep once, confused by the sensation caused by the replaying scene in his mind. his awareness of you only became worse from then forth, especially during malleus’ overblot. the way your fingers wrapped around his bicep as he used his unique magic. the cute face you’d made as you tried not to cry from a nasty sting after stumbling during your walk through the lush forest, not willing to cry in front of trained fae soldiers. and even the way you had helped bring him back had his heart thumping, hard. despite the threat of malleus’ overblot no longer keeping the two of you connected, you kept by his side, making sure he was okay with the revelation of being the enemy’s son.

what started as occasional drifting thoughts or catching himself wondering if you would like something he ate, or saw in a shop mirror, you began to fill his mind at all hours. silver had never felt such a way, and when he had compared it to the closest thing he could think of, sebek, he thought it may of been a great admiration. you were formidable. you held your ground. you were kind. soft. pretty. plush. tits. he felt a heat rise in his pants that he had never felt before his thoughts about you. rather than respect, his feelings weren’t pure and wholeheartedly and it was then he finally considered that he may of have a bigger kind of affinity for you.

he had started to wish he could see you at all times. that was all he remembered before drifting to sleep, but “waking” elsewhere. the place seemed in a sense, familiar to him, but you were laughing and he immediately noticed you, towards his right sitting at the end of a long table they used at heartslabyul. you were laughing and speaking with your friends, and he observed. he immediately backed away without thinking and watched from the shadow. he recognized the dorm from the dreams visited, and the sensation felt similar to when he used his magic, confirming it, knowing that you were the dreamer.

it was the first time he successfully landed in someone’s dream on his own just by thinking of entering their dream. he was satisfied with this much, watching you throughout the entirety of the dream. your subconscious habits reflected, and he took note of them. the way your fingers grazed the teacup, your laughter, the way you’d eat, all of that ingrained in his memory as he was more than happy with that. when he woke up, he felt refreshed. he had passed by you in the halls later the very next day, and you seemed obvious. he had decided to not make himself known, or tell you he’d landed in your dream, against his better judgement and desire to apologize for doing so. although he felt bad, that same night he had desired to see your dreams again, and he had landed in your dream once more, continuing throughout the week.

it was like clockwork, like a routine that he came to enjoy. he fell asleep and woke up somewhere where you were dreaming, though some of them made him feel like a pervert. in one of the dreams you were at the beach, breasts out and oblivious. in another you were enjoying a trip to the town, dressed in such a pretty outfit that he was worried someone would try and touch you, though it was a dream. today, however, he may of hit his limit. perhaps you were influenced by an earlier conversation you had with malleus, delighted to stop by diasomnia sometime for tea and an afternoon chat, but it was taking all of his willpower to act normal.

you had never noticed him beforehand, but you must of thought this version of him was a dream’s. your dreams self eagerly greeted him, your soft and plush breasts pressing against his arm as you hold onto him, telling him your reason of visit. it was a different sensation than the real world, knowing you likely wouldn’t remember the dream as he recalls the subtle hints he dropped the first time as you were confused by what he was talking about, as heartslabyul hadn’t had an unbirthday in awhile. he knew there would be no consequence, but still felt like he was a terrible person as you dragged him to the common lounge, sitting by his side as his eyes occasionally roamed your body, still cling to him.

he knew you felt safe. he wasn’t lecherous or a man of ill-will in the slightest is what you told him when you let out a sigh of relief once—complaining about how some other men don’t take a hint. there was nothing more to this, you just felt secure in his presence. that’s all. that’s all. that’s all. he was jealous of those, embarrassingly so, who could be so brazen as to court you, to leer at you openly, when he knew he was a pervert masquerading as normal, a liar. he felt filthy, but he couldn’t help the growing bulge in his pants as his fingers twitch, glancing at you.

you noticed his staring, like a hunger brewing. your eyes drifted down as his fingers grab at your arm, breath hitched. he knew at this point he could still turn back, maybe even force himself awake before things went too far and yet his fingers drove into your wrist, tugging you up and carrying you in his arms as he carried you towards the sanctity of his room, knowing that since this is a dream you wouldn’t know his roommate and you wouldn’t fill in the gaps leaving the both of you alone, the dream versions of the diasomnia students you did know laying flat and unmoving as the dream you forgot about them.

he kept uttering apologies. pleas for forgiveness from you as he opened the door to his room. you had been there once, but some of the details weren’t all there. it was good enough, reminding him and grounding him a bit that this was just a dream, and this was not actually happening. you looked so confused as he set you on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as he rubbed at your knees then upper thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss to your dreaming self’s lips. he ignored the fact that you weren’t a dream npc, you were a dreamer who just conveniently would not remember the aftermath as he pushed further.

you naturally parted your lips, shocked by the suddenly directness of silver, never knowing him to be one so direct or even yearning. his kiss was needy, desperate for more as he kissed deeper. although he wanted to treat you delicately, his instincts were taking control as he briefly pulled away, ingraining the sight of you gasping for air, going back down for another kiss. your fingers lose themselves in his hair, tugging when your lack of oxygen starts to burn your lungs, breathing heavily and letting out a moan as his hands move towards your clothed breasts, peeling off the uniform’s outer layer and groping you through the white shirt. your dream self was already in a daze, and he had just started. he had wanted to, and now he finally got to fondle your chest that he constantly admired from a respectable distance.

they were full, just as big as when he woke up and hit them before. although he was a trained soldier, his hands felt shaky as he undid your buttons, the nerves and self-hatred in the moment getting to him as he buried his face momentarily in your neck, inhaling your scent. this was the closest he believed he could get to you, without ever breaking the current place the two of you were in as he feared that if you saw him as one of those men who were lecherous and only cared about flings, you wouldn’t want to be near him.

he was one of those men. he was the filthiest—obsessed with your very being. he needed and wanted to see you laid bare and love what was beneath the clothes as he finished taking it off, struggling with the bra. he knew there were hooks, but he didn’t actually know how to remove it, watching the way you cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed, but using the other to make its way to your back and help his fingers tug it off properly. that was enough for silver to actually believe that perhaps, somehow, maybe you did want him as much as he wanted you.

his mouth felt dry as he stared at your exposed chest. Without a bra, they felt even bigger as his calloused fingers rubbed at them. he wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly, driven by instinct, by your reactions seemed pleasured. your breasts filled his hands and spilled some, squished together they were large, and he admired that if he pushed them up it partially covered your face when he leaned down a little to take a lick. his eyes remained focused on you the entire time as his lips closed around the nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking.

he started slow, gentle. he hated the thought of your “first” time, even if this were just a dream you and not physical you, being overtly rough. it would be alright. his mouth was warm while your body felt cold, nipples hardened as he swirled his tongue around it, fingers massaging at the excess soft flesh in his hands, making you moan. you were enjoying it, legs tightening around him as his teeth accidentally graze you, making you whimper. he pulls off with a pop, immediately checking in on you. “i’m so sorry..” he whispers.

you reassure him that you were fine, and silver’s cheeks flush a brilliant shade of red before he dips back down on your neglected perky nipple, suckling the other one but being careful to not nip. there’s more vigor, however—turned on by the way sweat trickled down your face and moans getting louder. he wondered whether there could ever come a day he hears them in person, but for now he’s more than happy with just your dream self, admiring and fucking you this way.

he continues for several minutes just sucking, massaging, and kissing your breasts before pulling up. his eyes were glued to the mess he made, hesitating for a split second, pulling you up onto your knees, propping his pillow up under them as he reaches for his zipper. you didn’t seem opposed, licking your lips now as you stare at his bulge beneath his briefs, the imprint captivating you. you were nervous at first, but now it seems like you were excited. silver couldn’t help but wonder if you maybe felt the same as him, but he knew he was a bigger and nastier pervert than you’d ever be.

after all, here he was taking advantage of you who he swore to protect ever since that fateful day, tugging his cock out. the red tip matched his clouded expression, slick precum pooling from the top. your fingers find their way to his hands, bringing them to your chest and grabbing down hard, moving yourself closer so that his tip pokes at your chest, swallowing it. it glides through, and silver’s face scrunches into a scowl as he tries to control himself. it was too much, you were beautiful. “so pretty, so soft, you’re so beautiful.” silver praises, muttering out how well you’re doing despite his contrasting expression.

“it feels so good, you’re so perfect.” he continues, pushing your breasts tighter together as his slick covered cock fucks itself between them. they were just like he imagined, warm and soft. he yearned for this, for so long and now here he was with you encouraging him to speed up, moving his hands. it comes to a halt as his cock twitches, and you lean down, taking it down your throat and sucking at what you could before his cum shot down your throat. you gracefully pulled off with a pop, swallowing it all as your dreaming self looked up at silver, bringing your face closer. silver leans in with zero hesitation, lips crashing against yours’ as the taste of his cum is still fresh, but he didn’t even care.

instead, he tries to tell you something, but the two of you are pulled away. silver panics, but realizes that you had woken up, as he wakes in his own room, chest heaving and hot as he stares at his ceiling. the memory was still fresh, and he wanted to recall every little detail before he got ready for the day, before he had to see you later—feeling like an absolute piece of shit for what he had done. he knew that you wouldn’t remember, but that still didn’t help the feeling of how much of a terrible man he was.

you, on the otherhand, had woken up and stared at your own ceiling, making sure the coast was clear before moving your hand down to your panties and feeling the pooled slick. “ugh, that was so realistic, too..” you groan. you had started to form a minor crush on silver recently, and you were excited to dream of him but you never expected yourself to have such a dirty dream… but maybe it was a sign from your subconscious? either way, it’s going be a little awkward talking to him after he’s been nothing but kind and chivalrous to you, all while you were a huge pervert and had a dream of fucking him. you imagine he’d think of you as nothing but a degenerative pervert, if he knew.

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; divus crewel

requested by ; n / a

fandom(s) ; twisted wonderland

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; divus crewel

outline ; “dating hcs for professor crewel”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

divus crewel is a man of uncompromisingly high standards and a man who is unwaveringly ambitious enough to keep maintaining and raising them for himself and others, who is unflinchingly devoted to what he believes in, and who is well known for his strict approach to teaching and the harshness of the punishments he inflicts. he’s also someone who is remarkably difficult to court because of those traits and unless you’re someone who is able to match him and truly catch his attention, you’re likely to find it borderline impossible to secure any real place in his life. that being said, once you’re together you’ll find him to be an incredibly loyal, reliable, and supportive boyfriend who, while harsh at times, will never shy away or hesitate when it comes to sticking by you even during the most difficult times of your life

as with his students, crewel is very particular about when he makes use of words of affirmation. of course he’s much more liberal with compliments with you than he is anyone at night raven college — he’s got high standards, sure, but he isn’t an awful partner and does make it known just how attracted he is to you — but when it comes to praise centred around the things you do, and the specific phrasing he uses when complimenting you he is very very careful about it. partially because he just doesn’t believe in giving praise over nothing, and partially because he doesn’t want the words to become meaningless from overuse. however that just makes his praise hit that much harder whenever he does give it because you know that he means every single word

while he doesn’t do this often (primarily because he just doesn’t have the time to do so these days), but for important events divus will go the extra mile and personally design the outfits you’ll be wearing for them. he also has been known to gift you whole new tailored outfits and personalised high-end accessories from the fashion brand he used to work for on your birthdays or your anniversary (alongside all the other presents he gets for you, but naturally the outfits tend to be the main event because of the amount of time and work that goes into creating each individual piece to ensure it perfectly fits you and matches your personal aesthetic)

divus is no stranger to utelising his knowledge and skills in potionology for his own benefit — namely in order to create his own personalised high-end self care and beauty products (like the personalised cologne he regularly wears in to work these days) — and after the two of you become an item his willingness to go the extra mile for higher quality homemade products also starts to extend to you. more effective painkillers, medicines that actually target and reduce any symptoms you’re experiencing at any given time, skin and haircare products personalised to your exact needs in ways that no brand could ever hope to match, and even a signature scent to match his own. just say the word and all of that can be yours… so long as you ask him nicely, because he’s not in the habit of rewarding bad behaviour

he’s not the most tactile when you’re in public and tends to find more overt forms of pda to be terribly gaudy and very much so not his style. like the most you’ll really get out of him when you’re out and about together is him offering you his coat when you’re cold (after scolding you for being careless, naturally), some handholding here and there, and maybe a tasteful kiss on the lips or hands if you’re on your very best behaviour. that being said, when it’s just the two of you and you’re at home in either his actual house back in the queendom of roses or his apartment in sage island, divus is much more lenient and willing to be as affectionate as you want as long as you ask him nicely and don’t try to drag him away from an important task (like grading papers, chores, etc.) to get your fill

his favourite places to kiss you are on your lips, along the column of your throat, on the pulse points on your wrists, and across your knuckles. and, in return, divus quite enjoys being kissed along the length of his jaw, across his cheeks, and on the tip of his nose and on his lips

if you happen to have an allergy to them or just generally dislike dogs then divus crewel is not the boyfriend for you because under no circumstances will he be getting rid of his two darling pups. on the other hand, if you’re just as keen on dogs as he is then you two will make for the absolute perfect pair — and if you’re anxious about whether they’ll like you or not, rest assured that his pups can be won over easily enough if you provide enough treats

divus is both much too confident in his abilities as a partner and much too confident in the strength of your relationship to ever really get jealous over the attention you get from others. at best it’s just like watching eager pups fawn over the most impressive person in the room (and, thus, more a source of amusement or pride for him), and at worst it’s unruly curs not knowing when to hold their tongue (and, thus, an annoyance that warrants him putting them in their place unless you handle things yourself first). so, in other words, you never have to worry about him acting like an insecure and jealous boy because he’s far above things like that and it shows

much like his taste in vehicles, divus generally tends to stick to the classics when it comes to the pet names he uses with you. think along the lines of ‘darling’, ‘(my) dear’, ‘sweetheart’ and so on. oh, and very occasionally he may call you ‘pup’ or ‘puppy’, but that’s more so just him being playful and teasing you as those particular names are reserved for his students

never one to miss the chance to take his classic car out for a spin, most of your dates with divus will involve you two driving somewhere. maybe just downtown to some restaurant you’ve both heard good things about (the type where you have to dress up to go in, of course), maybe to some high end resort in the queendom of roses for a weekend couple’s retreat, maybe something more elaborate. but no matter what he will always make it worth your while (just try not to scuff up the seats because every part of his car is expensive and he’d rather avoid having to pay anymore unnecessary fees to keep up in tiptop shape if he can)

he’s been a very skilled duellist since his days as a student and he’s more than willing to put his knowledge, experience, and strength to good use if it means keeping you safe. besides, it’s not like he’s ever had a problem with taking punishments into his own hands, and taking care of any disrespectful curs on your behalf is a good way to work out his frustrations with his classes in a more socially acceptable setting… so really it’s a win-win for him

he believes very strongly in keeping his work life and private life separated and, as such, doesn’t exactly make a habit of talking about you or your life together with his colleagues, and especially not with his students. like most people at night raven college know that he’s taken and happy about it, but very few people actually know who you are or any real details about your relationship beyond the fact that it exists and is probably still ongoing

[mysumeow]

︵ ☆ Silver NSFW Alphabet (from L to Z) Pt. 2/2

ᓚᘏᗢ TAGS: AFAB body reader. Degradation mentioned. MDNI; ageless and blank blogs don't interact. ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: dont let me divide things into parts because i always take like half a year to get it done 😭😭😭😭😭 | ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ . . . TWST MASTERLIST | PREV.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He favors doing it in the comfort of his bedroom. Silver’s discipline is so sturdy that he can wait until he’s certain there won’t be any interruptions or that his roommate won’t be present that day. However, if you are particularly frisky that day, he falters with some convincing.

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

On days his schedule allows his mind to wander, he’ll often submerge in daytime reveries of you. His thoughts wander towards the softness of your skin and your warmth, how he longs to be next to you and lie his head on your shoulder. He misses your kisses, desiring nothing more than to skirt his own along your face. Before he can stop himself, he thinks about your hands, and the craving to feel them on him again deluges thoughts into something less innocent…

Silver shakes his head, a slight burning in his cheeks.

I’ve been idling for too long. I should make proper use of my time and do some training.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hesitates to partake in things that entail degrading you. Things such as calling you names in bed or hitting you don't feel natural to him. If you insist too much on that (you must reassure him a lot that you are into that), his deliveries will turn out awkward.

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

Silver doesn’t think he’s deserving of having you get on your knees and suck him off; he’s more interested in being the one on his knees between your legs, though. If you’re adamant about giving, he won’t refuse, of course. Although, his curiosity is more piqued when it comes to giving you pleasure. As for skills, he’s a blank canvas waiting for your strokes ;D Meaning that he, well, isn’t experienced but has both zeal and healthy curiosity to learn.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Silver treats your body with utmost devotion and is careful all around. It’s not his thing to rough you up—rather than hauling your body and throwing you onto the bed, he’s the type to intertwine his hand with yours and lead you to bed. Caressing your cheeks and pressing kisses on them, his lips and hands alike trace a soft path along your body. If it’s up to Silver, most of the time, the pace stays gentle and steady. Even on days where he’s stressed, the rhythm may become less steady, but it doesn’t lose its gentleness.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As long as his schedule allows him to properly invite you to his room, the idea of a quickie doesn’t even cross his mind. Silver prefers to wait for the right moment a lot more than being subjected to pressure to satisfy each other in under 10 minutes. If you’d rather have him fast and can’t keep your hands to yourself, however, his resolve wobbles. Even then, he prefers to take care of your needs rather than his own. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to experiment with anything you want (within reason). Things like doing it in a place where there’s a chance to get caught aren't compatible with his commitment to keeping a prim and proper conduct in public, so it’s unlikely that he would be the one suggesting those types of adventurous activities.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Thanks to his training regime, he’s got a nice amount of resistance for sex. Though, given that he’s still a human after all, trying to go further than a second round will result in a painful heightened sensitivity. Albeit Silver prefers one long session, if you want several ones that involve delaying orgasms until either of you can’t keep up, that’s an option too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None at all. Not because he finds them embarrassing or anything, they just don’t pique his interest enough to actually get one. His approach changes a bit if you suggest using them on yourself or him; he's open to the possibility.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You are in excellent hands; you don’t have to worry about getting your pleasure and release toyed with. Silver’s not mean, nor does he tease you in that way. The worst thing that could happen is him pointing out something in a very blunt way. For example, “I didn’t imagine you’d enjoy that this much. My fingers are drenched...”, but it’s not done with the intention to tease you. He’s just marveling.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Doesn’t make a peep. He doesn’t moan, doesn’t whine (unless you’re going all out on him)—his breaths grow heavier for sure, though. If you make him speak, you can hear his voice shake a little too. Not too vocal, but super expressive. He may be able to level his voice better than you’d think, but his expressions betray him. He can’t hide how good you make him feel.

W = Wild card

The way he wants to be treated by you is an antithesis of how he treats you. Meaning that he enjoys getting ordered around by you, being told what you want him to do, and getting his pleasure toyed with by you. Of course, he’s into gentler displays of affection too, but something about getting roughened up by you riles him up as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Quite slender in terms of girth, but it’s slightly longer than average. No curve, and his skin there is surprisingly smooth considering that he’s the type to use a 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner…

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

High, but he tends to refocus that energy into training or productivity, thus not acting often upon those types of desires. Also, he’s no stranger to his curse biting an important chunk out of his time with you, so he doesn’t get to engage in intimacy as often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to keep the conversation going, but there’s a chance that his curse interrupts it. This can happen too before or during intimate moments. Otherwise, if you’re too tired to engage in any talking, he’s honkmimimimaxxing before you realize.

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[riasmut]

Silver Twst x fem reader as our husband? Honeymoon trip and smut! Please and thank you!

Honeymoon

Silver Vanrouge x Female Reader

Warnings: porn no plot, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex (silver receiving), p in v

The silk sheets slip against your skin as you shift beneath them, the cool fabric a welcome relief against the warmth pooling in your belly. The hotel suite is bathed in soft, golden lamplight, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. Outside, the waves of the Coral Sea lap against the shore in a gentle, rhythmic whisper—a lullaby meant only for lovers.

You watch him from beneath half-lidded eyes, your husband. The word still feels thrillingly new on your tongue, like a secret you're only just learning to savor.

Silver stands by the tall windows, his back to you, silhouetted against the crescent moon. He’s removed his jacket, his shirt untucked and partially unbuttoned, revealing the pale expanse of his chest. His silver hair catches the light, falling in soft waves around his face. Even after all these years of courtship, of stolen glances and lingering touches, seeing him like this makes your breath catch.

He turns, and his eyes meet yours. They're soft, warm, yet carrying a flicker of something deeper. Nervousness? Anticipation? You know this is his first time too. For all his knightly composure, Silver has always been reserved, his body and heart a fortress he rarely let anyone enter. Until you.

"You're staring," he says, a faint blush staining his cheeks.

"And you're beautiful," you reply, sitting up slightly, letting the sheet fall to your waist. The nightgown you chose is delicate—lace and silk, a deep midnight blue that matches the ocean beyond. "Come here."

He crosses the room slowly, each step measured, as if he's afraid to break the spell. When he reaches the edge of the bed, he pauses, one knee pressing into the mattress. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. "We can wait. We can—"

You reach up, catching his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

His breath hitches. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, settling beside you, his body radiating a warmth that seeps through the thin fabric of your nightgown. He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

But then you part your lips, your tongue tracing the seam of his, and the kiss deepens. His hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pulling you closer. The taste of him is sweet, slightly smoky from the wine you shared at dinner. You moan against his mouth, and he answers with a low groan that vibrates through his chest.

His other hand finds your waist, fingers curling around the curve of your hip. He's hesitant at first, touching as if asking permission. You arch into him, pressing your body flush against his, and that's all the answer he needs.

"I want to see you," he breathes, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "All of you."

You nod, and he eases you back against the pillows. His fingers find the straps of your nightgown, slipping them down your shoulders with excruciating slowness. The fabric pools at your waist, baring your breasts to the lamplight. His eyes travel over them, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

"You're exquisite," he whispers, more to himself than to you.

He lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the curve of your collarbone, then another just below your ear. His lips trail downward, hot and soft, leaving a path of fire across your skin. When his mouth closes around your nipple, you gasp, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. He sucks gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak, and a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to your core.

"Yes," you breathe, pulling him tighter against you.

He switches to your other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand cupping the first as his thumb circles the wet peak. Your hips shift restlessly, a needy ache building between your thighs. You want more. You need more.

As if reading your thoughts, his hand slides down your stomach, fingers skimming over the lace edge of your panties. He pauses, looking up at you, seeking permission. You nod, biting your lip.

He dips his fingers beneath the fabric, finding you slick and ready. A shudder runs through him as he feels how wet you are. "For me?" he asks, his voice rough.

"Only for you." you manage, your voice barely a whisper.l

He slides one finger inside you, slowly, watching your face as he does. Your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping your lips. He curls his finger, finding that spot deep within that makes your hips buck against his hand.

"Look at me," he says softly. "I want to see your eyes when I make you come."

You force your lids open, meeting his gaze. He adds a second finger, stretching you, preparing you. The stretch is just shy of too much, but you welcome it, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in a steady rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure.

The pleasure builds, coiling low in your belly, spreading through your limbs like molten honey. Your breath comes in short gasps, your hands fisting the sheets.

"Silver… I'm close…"

"Let go," he urges, his pace quickening. "I want to feel you."

The orgasm crashes over you, a wave of pure sensation that leaves you trembling and gasping his name. He rides you through it, his fingers slowing only when you finally collapse, spent, against the pillows.

He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. He tastes you, his eyes never leaving yours, and the sight sends another throb of desire through your still-sensitive core.

"My turn," you say, pushing yourself up. You shift, guiding him onto his back. He goes willingly, his silver hair splaying across the white pillows. He looks like a fallen angel, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.

Your hands go to his belt, working the buckle with trembling fingers. He lifts his hips to help you slide his trousers and briefs down his legs. His cock springs free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum. You wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat of his skin, the rigid length of him.

He hisses through his teeth as you stroke him, your thumb sweeping over the head. You lean down, taking him into your mouth, and his entire body tenses. His hand finds your hair, not pulling, just resting there, as if grounding himself.

You suck him slowly, taking as much as you can, your tongue swirling around his shaft. His moans grow louder, his hips thrusting in small, involuntary movements. He's trying to hold back, you can tell, but you want to push him over the edge.

"Stop," he gasps, tugging gently at your hair. "If you keep going, I won't last."

You release him with a wet pop, licking your lips. "That's the idea."

He shakes his head, a strained laugh escaping him. "Not yet. I want to be inside you when I come."

The words send a shiver down your spine. You crawl up his body, straddling his hips, your thighs brushing against his heated skin. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you both still.

"Ready?" he asks, cupping your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"I've been ready my whole life," you answer.

And then you sink down onto him.

The sensation is overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the incredible heat of him inside you. You both gasp, foreheads pressing together, breaths mingling. He fills you completely, hitting depths you didn't know you had.

"Fuck," he breathes, almost reverent. "You feel… incredible."

You begin to move, a slow, rocking rhythm. Your hips roll against his, each motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. His hands find your hips, guiding you, his eyes locked on where your bodies join.

"You're so beautiful like this," he says, his voice strained. "Taking me so perfectly."

You lean forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. The new angle drives him deeper, and you break the kiss with a cry. He grips your hips tighter, meeting your thrusts with upward ones of his own.

The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure—the wet slap of skin against skin, the moans and gasps, the creak of the bed frame. The lamplight flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

He shifts, rolling you onto your back without losing the connection. He lifts your legs, hooking your ankles over his shoulders, and drives into you with a renewed urgency. The new position hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and your nails dig into his shoulders.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice barely controlled. "I want to watch you come undone."

You can't hold back. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps. You arch off the bed, a scream of his name tearing from your throat as your climax rips through you. Your walls clench around him, and that's all it takes for him to lose control.

He buries himself deep, his body shuddering as he spills inside you, hot and thick. He cries out, his forehead pressing against yours as he rides out the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of you move. The only sounds are your harsh breathing and the distant whisper of the sea. He slowly lowers your legs, easing himself out of you with infinite care, and collapses beside you.

He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. You curl against his chest, feeling his heart pound in time with your own.

"Was that okay?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

You laugh softly, tilting your head to look at him. "It was perfect."

A smile spreads across his face—rare and genuine—lighting up his features. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I love you," he says, the words simple but profound.

"I love you too, husband."

The word hangs in the air between them, beautiful and new. He kisses you again, soft and sweet, a promise of all the nights to come.

Outside, the moon continues its slow arc across the sky, casting silver light through the window. The waves keep their gentle rhythm, and in the warmth of each other's arms, you drift toward sleep, hearts entwined, bodies still humming with the echoes of your union.

It is the first night of the rest of your lives.

DIVIDERS BY @uzmacchiato