haiii im yoyo and im 19 i use any and all pronouns,,, i just recently started getting back into twst and im lowkey becoming obsessed with it again.
n e waysssss i used to write for it all the time but i eventually stopped when i was in my sophomore year of highschool but im back :D
im not taking requests atm im kinda just rambling about scenarios n what not,,,...... feel free to ttm about it!!!!!
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yes: smut, fluff, angst, dark content
no: ped o philia, scat, extreme gore, character x character, poly relationships
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before you interact with me i DO age up character unless that character is very obviously a small child (ortho, cheka, etc). i also write stuff that includes noncon, cnc, dubcon, yandere, all that fun jazz.
Heartslabyul x fem!reader | Established Relationship (Dating) | After NRC AU (+18)
He ends up walking in on you as you're undressing! How does he react?
Riddle Rosehearts
You were slipping out of your clothes. Discarding them in Riddle's hamper as you prepared to take a shower. Your boyfriend was supposed to be making dinner while you got clean. You're staying in his apartment for the weekend while Grim stays with your favorite hot and cold duo. As you unhooked the clasp to your bra, the door opened.
"I brought you a towel- Oh forgive me!" You saw Riddle's face; then you didn't. There was a choked gasp in his throat as he yanked the door shut with a click. You haven't been dating long, but Riddle has seen your underwear before. You were silent as you stared at the door. An arm instinctively covered your chest as the door creaked open again. Just enough for Riddle's arm to slip through. "Th... This is for you! I assumed you would be needing one!" He cleared his throat awkwardly as you walked up to the door.
The wine colored towel was between your fingers as you pulled your arm away from your chest. You used the fabric to cover yourself as you carefully opened the door a little wider. Riddle's eyes were screwed shut. His thin brows were creased and knit tightly as his cheeks stayed flushed and rosey. "I apologize. I should have knocked before letting myself in." He grumbled as you leaned over and pressed a kiss against his bright red cheek. You didn't mind.
Trey Clover
You were visiting Trey's parents for break. You were offered a guest room in their house since you would be staying with them before Trey went back to school. You were undressing. Your clothes bunched up at your feet as you got ready to slide into your pajamas. The door suddenly clicked, then opened.
"I'm done brushing my teeth if you needed to..." Trey trailed off as you both made eye contact. You were standing in your underwear, watching Trey's face go warm. His glasses appeared to fog up as he looked away and closed the door behind him. It was silent before he knocked. "I'm sorry... Uh..." He trailed off as you searched for your pajama top.
"I... If you want to brush your teeth feel free. The bathroom is open..." His tone was awkward and shaky as you stared blankly at the door. "Thank you Trey. Oh! And, it's fine. It was an accident." You tried to assure him that walking in on you wasn't a big deal. But at breakfast the next morning, he looked guilty.
Cater Diamond
You and Cater had gone on a nice date that day, but unfortunately you had spilled tea all over your clothes due to a mishap with the staff. You knew it wasn't their fault and Cater took you to get something from a store to get something new. You were stripping out of the Earl Grey scented fabric and looking at the fresh clothes you had yet to buy until the curtain was suddenly pushed aside by Cater.
"Hey babes, how's it-" Cater stopped the moment your eyes met and he shoved the curtain closed tightly. "Soz!" He yelped as you stared in awe at the silhouette of his body on the opposite side of the salmon colored curtain. "I just wanted to check on you..." He murmured through a guilty tone as you looked down at your underwear, then back at Cater.
"Well, thank you for checking. I would say 'knock before entering' but..." You trailed off with a small laugh. The sound of Cater's knuckles against the side of the wall where the curtain was held tight made your eyebrows raise with interest. "Can I see..?" He sounded hopeful and you rolled your eyes. "Let's get back to your place and I'll think about it."
Ace Trappola
You were staying the night at Ace's apartment and he offered to let you take a bath first. You were undressing as the warm water filled the tub. You brought your pajamas with you and left them folded neatly with your towel on a shelf. The door to the bathroom suddenly flew open and you jolted in surprise.
"What do you want for dinner?" Ace asked plainly as his lips parted. His eyes roamed over your semi nude body as you stood in shock, your arms instinctively covered your chest with your arms. Sure, you still had your underwear on, but you didn't expect Ace to come into the bathroom. "What?" You blinked rapidly as Ace slowly closed the door. Just enough so his gaze was hidden but you could still hear him.
"What do you want for dinner? Pizza? Ramen? Should I order sandwiches? I actually want pizza if I'm being honest." He was running his mouth faster than your mind could keep up. That's how you knew he was flustered. "Pizza is fine." You responded softly as Ace murmured an 'okay' under his breath and closed the door. After a minute of silence, your phone pinged. He texted you an 'I'm sorry' and sent an image of a sad looking bug walking away dejected.
Deuce Spade
Deuce was visiting his mom for the weekend and had brought you along! It was getting late into the evening and his mom said that you can change into your pajamas in Deuce's old bedroom since he wasn't back from his grocery run. But once you had gotten down to your underwear, the door to the bedroom threw open.
You tensed up with your hands flying over your chest. Deuce didn't see you at first as he tossed his bag against the wall. He pulled his sweatshirt off and when he raised his head; he finally saw you. You had never seen him turn so read. "Oh- Sorry! I'm-" He sputtered as his sweatshirt fell from his hands and he quickly shut the door. His back was facing you as you stood in shock.
"Right! Leave the room, then close the door!" His voice was strained and shaking as he yanked the door open and left the room quickly. "I'm so sorry!" He apologized through the wood as his mom spoke up from the kitchen. He was quick to anger, wondering why his mom didn't warn him you were in there. To which his mom reminded him that he should always assume someone is behind a closed door.
Twst with a reader who lowkey hates men. Jade smiles at you with all teeth bared in a usual eel mer flirtation, but you assume it's not too dissimilar from his usual polite smile.
You scoff and roll your eyes. "Men should never smile."
He should be disappointed that his call to you failed, but he finds your reaction to be far too amusing.
TW///// piss kink, degradation, spanking, punishment play, humiliation, dom/sub play
Word count: 868
Vil x fem! reader
   You sat there whining and begging, but he just wouldnât let you go - he couldnât. âI must finish your makeup, first.â he had always said. But doing that would always take so long, second turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. No matter how much you begged or whined, he just wouldnât give in.
   Even with his cock stuffed in your tight and wet heat, that couldnât even distract you. You were squirming and gripping onto his dorm uniform sleeves, all you could do was utter out indecipherable sentences. âYouâll wrinkle my clothes.â He swatted your hand away and you kept your hands gripped onto your thighs instead.
   You could feel it all building up, it was becoming too much to hold in. âFinished.â Your eyes gave a glint of relief, you would have gotten away, if it wasnât for Vil holding you back by your wrist. âAh ah ah, not yet, potato. I must admire the art work I have finished.â He stood you in front of the mirror, he held onto your shoulders.
   He smiled proudly, looking down at your desperate figure. âOh, you look so beautiful, my darling.â He ran his finger down your jawline. âYou are unlike the others, delicate and dainty. You are my very own porcelain doll.â He started to trail his hands down lower and lower, one sat above your bust, the other below.
   "I can dress you how I want, when I want. You are all mine, my darling so soft and submissive.â You squirmed even harder with a flushed red face, he knew what he was doing to you. "V-Vil! Please l-let me go!â He sighed and shook his head with disappointment. âFine. But be back in five minutes, sharp.â
   Now was your chance! You dashed to the bathroom, the only problem you didnât think about, was that you didnât know where it was. You could see Vil smirking at you with an evil look in his eyes, he was waiting oh so patiently for you to make a mistake just so he could punish you how he wanted.
   You felt something trickle down your leg, you looked down in horror. You fell to your knees in embarrassment, tears rolling down your face. You wiped them away with your sleeves as you could feel your lower have becoming warmer and wetter.
   You glanced down once again, only to find the marble ground beneath you wet in your urine. You heard footsteps slowly approaching you form behind, you already knew who it was. You couldnât bare to look at him, your makeup ruined and smudged.
   "Potato, come.â He held out his hand, you hesitated to grab it. He raised an eyebrow, and you finally obliged. He led you back to his room, in a forceful manner. Dragging you along by your wrist.
   As soon as you got there, Vil sat down on the bed and he threw you over his lap, not bothering about the mess you have made messing him up as well. He can always have someone else come clean the dirty clothes for him.Â
   "PotatoâŠnoâŠslut.â You flinched at the word he called you. He lifted your wet skirt, yanking down your pink lace panties with a great force. They sat there mid thigh as he caressed your plump ass. âCount.â
   You did as you were told, struggling. He slammed his hand down on your back side, slowly turning a bright pink. âO-oneâŠâ He slapped it once again, this time a little harder. âTwo!â You squirmed in his lap, your slick gathering between your legs.
   "We are going to do twenty.â Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Vil th-thatâs a little m-mu-!â You were cut off by him slapping your ass and interrupting your sentence. âDo not deny me, slut. You know what you did, this punishment is needed. Now, continue counting.â
   You sobbed out, more tears rolling down your red face. Mascara and eyeliner dripping down along with it. He brought his hand down twice more, each one harder than the last. You flinched at either of them.Â
   He eyed your red, tear stained face, all while smirking. He rubbed your ass, attempting to comfort you. It worked a little, for a moment. That was until he unexpectedly spanked you again. âAh!â You let out a pained yelp, mixed in with pleasure.
   He ran his middle finger down your slit, collecting your wetness onto his finger. âLook. Look at how much youâre turned on by thisâŠyou really are a slut. My adorable little slut.â He showed you your own wetness, you averted your eyes in humiliation.
  âNo. You will not look away from me.â He grabbed your chin with the same fingers he used to touch you. You nodded. âWhat was that?-â his hand made an impact on your bottom once again. â-speak up.â
   "Y-yes..â He loved how submissive and she he was making you right now. "Good. Now, be a good girl and keep on counting. I can tell you are going to enjoy this nightâŠâ
   And with that, he use you all he could. Marking, spanking, degrading, the whole chart. But even through all of that, you are only his loveable doll. No one elseâs.
GAWD the twst fandom has gotten so soft. dark content now is like 'yandere twst char x reader' or 'yan twst chars kidnapping reader' WHERE IS YOUR SEASONING. WHERE IS THE NONCON, AND THE DUBCON, THE DRUGGING??? FORCED MARRIAGE???? guys where have we gone.
i sound like an old person saying 'i miss the good ol days' LIKE I MISS 2020-2021 TWST DARK CONTENT. @/softyswork had that shit DOWN
god idia can't get enough of you. especially with the way you're so unsuspecting of him, youâre idiocy turns him on. you had asked him a week prior to help sort out your new console, he agreed reluctantly. when he got their to ramshackle, he ended up having a couple trick up his sleeve; a trick you wouldn't be able to see.
while helping you set up your new console, he secretly set up a camera in the corner of your room as well. it was tiny, as small as the pad of your thumb. of course, he wouldn't be the tiniest bit skeptical that you'd find it. you don't have the eyes of a programmer the way he does.
night after night, he's been watching you from the comfort of his own room. how you toss and turn in your sleep, the way your shorts snuggly hug your fat thighs and chubby stomach.
'what an oblivious slut' idia thought to himself, stroking his cock to the sight of you. he got off to how stupid you were. trusting a shut in otaku like him? you're the only girl at school, what were you thinking?
he stroked himself faster, imagining how tight your gummy walls would feel around him; how your plush frame would feel so soft against his bony, malnourished one. he'd be all over you if he got the chance, but he's just a shut in, a loser, a nerd. he'd never have a chance with the only girl in school.
but for now, he sits, and he waits, and he watches.
A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You donât have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.
A - Affection = (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
Hyenas are very physically affectionate creatures. Ruggie likes holding hands and pressing his cheek against you. He doesn't say 'I love you' very often. But he's great at expressing it! His hands are his best tool. Of course he puts them to great work.
B - Best Friend = (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
He made sure that he would be the one to monopolize all of your attention! Ace and Deuce are squares, you need to kick it with someone like him instead! He doesn't mind sharing snacks with you, he helps you when you're in trouble, and he never charges for such services! Who else in your life is as helpful as he is?
C - Cuddles = (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
Ruggie doesn't want to admit that he likes it. He enjoys it a lot. Skinship is important to him. When you play with his hair or gently pet his ears. Even falling asleep together feels perfect to him. Being shoulder to shoulder or pressing his leg against yours.
D = Domestic = (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Ruggie is a cleaning magnet. His personal space needs to be clean at all times. Whether you like it or not things will be dusted and organized to immaculacy. He's also a great cook. He's mastered struggle meals and can cook just about anything! And living together saves on rent and housing. And who is he to deny sharing a bath together to save on water?
E - Ending = (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Ruggie purposefully would make you upset. He sees it like ripping off a bandaid. And he doesn't want to risk rebounding back to you. He knows he will if he doesn't make you hate him. He's content with being the villain. The ex without a name that you cry about to friends. He would yell at you, tell you how it's your fault nothing was working before turning his back on you. He's not hearing you out because if you see him cry that would fuck up his plan. Just hate him forever, it makes his life easier.
He would like to if he could afford it. Marriage is expensive but there's nothing wrong with domestic partnership. You can be together forever without having all the legal stuff in the way. Ruggie wouldn't jump on the opportunity to get married. He knows his life is harder than everyone you've met at Night Raven College. And in his eyes, it can be selfish to drag someone into the slums. He wants a more stable life for him and his Grammy. Then he'll think about rings on fingers.
G - Gentle = (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He believes in Tough Love. He can't sugar coat everything for you! He does compromise where he can. And he does remind you that even if he's rough around the edges he does love you. Physically he never touches you too rough. Sometimes he'll squeeze you a little, like when holding your hand. But that's about it.
H - Hugs = (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
He loves physical touch as a form of comfort. Ruggie dislikes anything that can be seen as weakness in front of others. So he hugs you a lot when the two of you are alone. He rubs your back and gives you a firm squeeze. You can almost feel his heartbeat through his shirt.
I - I Love You = (how fast do they say the L-word?)
He says it under his breath and quietly. He's better with actions than words. But he says it when he texts you good morning. He tells you I love you when you both head to bed. Once you start dating he gets more comfortable with saying it. The only person he's told I Love You to is his Grammy. So you're pretty special!
J - Jealousy = (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)
His jealousy stems from insecurity. But Ruggie does have a mean streak. As a hyena, you wouldn't expect him to be so territorial over you. But he rubs his face on you and sticks close to your side when he feels jealous. He's not the tallest, or buffest, and he doesn't really have much for cash. And sometimes that bothers him. But giving you up to someone else? Over his dead body.
K - Kisses = (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
Usually quick pecks are the kisses you get. He aims for your cheek or your forehead or your temple. Somewhere he can reach before darting off. Or so fast you don't process it until later.
Ruggie loves being kissed on the head. When you kiss his forehead by moving his bangs, he thinks about it all day. Sometimes he pins them up on purpose to give you a better view of the target.
L - Little Ones = (how are they around children?)
Ruggie constantly makes it seem like he doesn't care about this or that. And that he's the most selfish guy on the planet. But that's not true. Ruggie adores kids. They're cute and kind and he wants to do the best he can for all of them. He's the first person they run to, and he always has snacks to give. Because Ruggie didn't grow up with a dad, he wants to be one someday. But for now, he's happy with the kids in his neighborhood hanging off of his arms.
M - Morning = (how are mornings spent with them?)
Ruggie is usually the one who gets up before you. Sometimes you wake up before him and notice he's fallen asleep with his bank book against his chest, covered by his hands. He starts every day by washing his face. He tries not to wake you up unless something important is going on that involves you joining him in brushing your teeth.
N - Night = (how are nights spent with them?)
He spends night time winding down from the daily hustle. He has a hard time truly relaxing. Since he works all day he does bits of housekeeping at night. Bills, tidying up, folding the last bit of laundry for the day and putting it away. He's just wearing himself out so he can sleep without worry.
O - Open = (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Ruggie is very emotionally closed off. He grew up as the man in his house and yes he has his Grammy to help him be comfortable with crying. But Ruggie also has bills, work, and other shit to worry about. Being sad isn't going to make him any money.
It can feel like there's a wall between you and Ruggie. But he is going through something. And he's never been in a situation to open up with anyone other than his Grammy. You just have to be patient with him.
P - Patience = (how easily angered are they?)
Ruggie is pretty non-confrontational. He doesn't let things get to his head because there are much bigger fish to fry. Always. He's great at finding solutions to problems and easing tension. Him getting mad would mean something is truly wrong. Ruggie never gets mad.
Q - Quizzes = (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Ruggie has great memory when it comes to someone he's courting and trying to impress. He learned all of your favorite things from the flavor of gum you chew most down to the color of socks you like. He wouldn't remember every minute detail. But he's great with words. Whatever he forgot, he can subtly get out of you by asking the right questions.
R - Remember = (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Ruggie's favorite moment would be the first time you shared some of your food with him. He isn't someone who trusts easily. But when you share food with him for the first time it feels very special to him. Reminding him that other people take him into consideration. Even if they have no blood relation to him. He still thinks about the taste.
S - Security = (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
Ruggie jokingly says he'll leave you hanging unless you give him cash incentive. But he always shows up when you need him most. He will always stand in front of you if the situation seems tense. He'll nudge you behind his back. He's great at talking himself out of situations but if things go south, that's okay! He knows how to fight.
When protecting Ruggie, he likes when you stand up for him. He doesn't need you to but the thought is appreciated. Ruggie has low self esteem and sometimes self deprecates. He can speak for himself but it's nice to have someone who cares say something on his behalf.
T - Try = (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Ruggie has been broke his entire life. So, he has become skilled in the art of 'making things work'. He does pick cheaper options but he makes it fun and memorable so you won't even think about the money spent. Even gifts come with something handmade that can't be found elsewhere. In Ruggie's eyes; a date can be whatever you want. Even if it's hanging in his room with a thrifted star projector and talking in his bed.
U - Ugly = (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Ruggie does have a bad case of sticky fingers when you aren't around. It may come as a surprise but he never commits petty theft. Just in cases where he needs to get by or he can't afford to spend on necessities. Sure he brings home groceries with a smile. But there's a reason why he hides the receipt from you. Not so you won't worry about how much he spent. But because he doesn't want you to know what he stole.
V - Vanity = (how concerned are they with their looks?)
Ruggie does shower and wash his face. He has to. But when it comes to skin care he uses whatever he has lying around. He doesn't want to spend his money on luxury items that don't matter. He gets every last drop from samples and using eyeshadow down to the pan. But honestly, as long as you tell him he looks good he's down with whatever.
W - Whole = (would they feel incomplete without you?)
He was born in this world without you, and he will die without you. At least that's what he tells himself. Ruggie never wants to admit his feelings and how intense they are. But he is very grateful to have met you when he did. He can't imagine being without you.
X - Xtra = (a random headcanon for them)
Ruggie was scared to show you his home. He doesn't let anyone come over to his place. He's a little embarrassed about it and he assumes you're used to nicer lifestyles. Even though his Grammy pesters him and asks about you all the time, it takes a long while into your relationship before he feels ready for you to come over. He doesn't have much. Don't comment on it. This is very hard for him.
Y - Yuck = (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
Someone who spends money frivolously. Ruggie takes anything involving cash very seriously. He grew up with nothing. And having a partner who spends their money without care does make him uncomfortable. It tells him mentally that they don't know the worth of a dollar. And that they don't know the first thing about budgeting. In Ruggie's eyes; he needs someone who's responsible with their cash.
Z - Zzz = (what's a sleep habit(s) of theirs?)
Ruggie HAS to sleep on the side closest to the door. He gets up early for most of his jobs, and his circadian rhythm still makes him an early riser even on his days off. He doesn't really toss and turn, but he does snore. Good luck.
haii i found your blog a couple days ago and i love the content you post sm mmmm scrumptious licking my fingersđđđđ i cannot wait for more from you im frothing at the MOUTH
also i LOVEEE the way you write ruggie,,, you write him so in character im obsessed
Hello... Yoyo! Thank you very much for reading my work. Ruggie... My oshi... My hungry Labubu... He is my favorite character and I wish he was everyone's favorite. I think he's so amazing. I love when people redesign him with freckles. I love how people make him White Boy of the Yearâą it sparks so much joy for me.
I should post more Ruggie soon. I took a little break to expand the roster since there are guys I neglect. I think Jamil would be who I've posted for the least...
All hail Ruggie Bucchi. The new religion in power is Ruggie Bucchi. The Pookiest...
Scarabia with a reader who builds poison resistance as a freakish hobby. You and Kamil are out to dinner, but Jamil did not tag along. He's wary, twitching as he glances around once his plate is set down. Taking on the duty, you take a bite from his food. When you let out a pleased hum, he believes that it's safe.
"Hum? No, this is poisoned. Here, take mine."
He watches with a sort of amused horror as you swap your plates around, and instead take the poisoned meal over your perfectly fine one. He likes that you're a little weird, even if your hobbies are a little bit strange.
kinda hurt myself pretty badly yesterday (total accident) and am torn between if idia would actually help me and attempt to care for me of if he'd just panic about the whole thing and avoid me like the plague
okay i dont think he would *avoid* you but he would def treat you like glassđ
he'd practically hover his hands over you for the time being until you fully recover. of course he's still gonna poke fun at you, joke with you, spend time, etc, but he's just gonna be a LOT more careful with how he touches you. maybe too carefulđ
hellooo! in your old blog i requested that ruggie dubcon sickfic and i really loved it ! would you be up to reuploading it again? đđ only if u want to !! love your works especially the ruggie ones !! mwah
Hate That Youâre Sick
A/N: Oh my goodness my dear Alice, Iâve actually been hoping for the chance to bring this back! With my old requests, I donât think it would be right to repost them without the original person asking for it, or at least someone asking for it⊠Because it was not my prompt⊠So thank you for coming back, I cleaned it up a little~ I hope you enjoy.
tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader, dubcon, sickfic
wc: 4.9k+
You heard the door swing shut downstairs. Leaving you alone in bed, sweating and shivering under your blankets. Grim had gone to class without you. And to anyone that asked Grim where his âhenchmanâ had vanished to, Grim had prepared his own story.Â
The Ramshackle Prefect is releasing toxic spores. So potent that it would kill any human that got too close. So Grim valiantly placed his precious companion in quarantine for the time being. In short; you had a horrific cold. At first it started with a scratchy throat and excess mucus. You brushed it off with the assumption it was bad allergies and the seasons changing. But over the weekend was when you realized it was only getting worse. While sitting on your bed, brushing away Grimâs old fur; you sneezed. Your eyes widened in horror as yellowish mucus now clung to his grey hair and he started to scream. You tried to apologize, offering quickly to clean it off. And you sneezed again, this time on his face. Â
And Grim did not forgive you. And he wonât for a very long time.Â
Thankfully and unbeknownst to you, there was a caretaker on his way to Ramshackle while everyone attended class. An accidental courtesy of Grim mentioning your poor health to a fluffy eared blond. You had gotten up a few hours after Grim left, mustering what remaining strength you had to put on some clean clothes. You wanted some water, but you didnât have the energy to make the trip down the stairs and back up again. You would have better chances cupping your hands beneath the sink faucet. You wore fresh sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Wrapping yourself up again in a thick blanket as you sat on the edge of your bed. Â
You hadnât eaten. But you couldnât work up much of an appetite due to your misery. You wanted to try taking a shower, but you feared falling and fainting from the heat or intense cold. You hated being sick. You scrolled through your phone, checking your messages from friends who wished you well. Ace and Deuce were kind enough to offer coming over with your notes after school ended for the day. Kalim had sent you a text as well; offering to call one of his best physicians to Ramshackle on your behalf. But you politely declined, saying you just had a cold. Â
Before you could lay down again and return to sleep; there was a knock on the door downstairs. You didnât have anyone mention that they would be stopping by. Maybe it was Grim? But Grim had his own key that you kept tied to his ribbon. And he wouldnât have knocked; he would have just let himself in. Â
You paused, rationalizing the âknockâ as the wind from outside shaking the rickety windows of the dorm. You were just tired and hearing things. After a minute passed, the knocking could be heard again. A familiar and playful voice called out to you from outside. Asking to be let in to see the rumored âticking time bomb of diseaseâ. It was unusual that you would be having a visitor at this time. It was 10am, and school wouldnât be ending for a few more hours now. Â
Maybe this was a fever induced hallucination. But playing along might help you work up an appetite, and it gave you a chance to get some water. Â
You sniffed away a string of snot, gasping softly for air as you hugged your blanket around your shoulders and left the comfort of your bedroom. Your legs were like cinderblocks as you tiredly made your way down the lengthy wooden stairs. âComing...â You called out weakly, your voice holding a rasp that made you frown. You looked, felt, and sounded like shit. Â
You opened the door, squinting in pain at the bright sun hanging in the pale blue sky behind your visitor. âDamn, you look terrible.â Your face went hot, and your eyes widened as you looked him over in shock. Standing on the dormitory porch was Ruggie Bucchi. His droopy, tired eyes looked you over with sadness. He must be worried about you, even though he always claims to care about himself first before anyone else. He wasnât wearing his uniform. Â
He was instead dressed in a black sweatshirt with his MagiShift number printed over his heart in gold, a pair of baby blue denim jeans that were two sizes too big with the knees ripped out, and a pair of black and white sneakers. He was holding a plastic bag in his left hand as he poked out his bottom lip. âCaught a cold? Poor thing.â Ruggie teased you, and you looked down feeling embarrassed. Â
You didnât want Ruggie to see you like this. His tired eyes you had grown to adore began scanning you over as you stood in the doorway silent. You were able to muster up an awkward laugh. âOh... Yeah.â You smiled sheepishly as you looked up at him. âThe weather is changing pretty fast. My health just canât keep up.â You shrugged as you hugged the blanket tighter around you. You sniffled again, terrified that a stream of snot would start making its way down your nose in front of the guy you liked. You truthfully had no idea how you had gotten sick. But your best assumption was the chill settling in the air. Â
You avoided Ruggieâs gaze as he snickered. âWell, I came to check on you. Grim made it sound like you were dyinâ.â Ruggie explained as the embarrassment left you with a tension headache developing. You wished Grim knew when to not talk. âI brought you some stuff from Samâs.â The hyena purred as he lifted the plastic bag in his left hand. He began herding you into the dorm to allow himself inside. âThank you...â You murmured softly as Ruggie nudged the door shut with a kick of his foot. Â
Now your crush was inside of your bacteria infested dorm. Great. But you did feel happy to see him, even if it wasnât a preferred circumstance. âItâs no big deal. Trust.â He assured you with a smile, stepping out of his shoes to leave near the door as he looked around the foyer with half lidded eyes. âGrim mentioned âquarantineâ but it doesnât look that serious.â You rolled your eyes now. âI have a normal human cold. Iâm sniffling and Iâm tired but thatâs as bad as it is.â You also felt feverish, and your sinuses were clogged but that was gross to talk about. Â
âWhereâs the ghosts?â He asked, his ears twitched and you perked up. You complained earlier about having a bad headache and requested to spend the day alone. They were kind enough to respect your wishes and wished you well before vanishing. âNot here, I didnât want to get them sick.â You joked through a yawn as Ruggie smiled. At least he was amused. âSo, what did you need?â You asked the hyena with a rough croak in your voice. Â
You couldnât help him with any favors or IOUâs right now. âWhat? I told you I was here to check on you, didnât I?â He flattened his ears with mock offense in his tone. âAm I not allowed to check on you? Iâm hurt, come on now I have a heart.â He clicked his tongue as a smile re-appeared on your face. He left the plastic bag on the coffee table, rummaging through it as you stood behind him, peering over his shoulder to see the treasures he brought with him. Â
âAnâ missing a day wonât tank my grades. I wanted to see you.â Ruggie was being genuine with his worry for you. He pulled out a box of tissues and turned to hand them to you. âHere,â you accepted them, your fingers just barely grazing his. âsince youâre sniffling. And you shouldnât be standing up. You need to lay down. You look ready to fall over.â He scolded gently as you hugged the box against your chest. It was the good kind of tissue too, not the cheap paper ones that felt apart in your hands and emptied before you could finish blowing your nose.Â
âThank you.â You whispered as you peeled open the box and wiped at the clear mucus threatening to drip from your nose. It was hard to comprehend Ruggie spending his own money on something like this. Especially for you. âRuggie, I donât want to get you sick.â You grumbled as you looked at him still pulling things from his bag. âWhatcha mean?â His ears swiveled as a bead of sweat rolled down your temple. You were starting to sweat from the exertion put on your body. âBeastmen canât contract human colds. Everyone knows that.â He snickered as he turned to face you. His arms crossed over his chest now. Â
âIâm serious-âÂ
âSo am I. I wouldnât have come over if I was gonna get sick. You sneezinâ on me won't do anything except gross me out.â He teased with a soft snicker as you averted your gaze. Â You quickly wiped your nose again. You could see that the hyena was unshaken by your sickness. âReally, I ainât gonna get sick.â Ruggie promised as you looked down at the box of tissues in your hands. Â
Ruggie Bucchi has more side hustles than you have fingers and toes. As if he would ever risk a potential paycheck. Which means he was being serious; beastmen canât contract human illnesses. Just like real animals. Â
You nodded slowly and the hyena started to relax. âSorry I wasnât here sooner. Did you eat yet?â He asked as he reached out and grabbed the edges of your blanket. Wrapping it around you with his teeth on display. âAnd donât lie.â He snickered as you started to relax. You hadnât eaten. And you still didnât feel hungry. Your silence left him humming thoughtfully as he gently tugged on your blanket, leading you towards the wooden stairs. âIâll take that as a no.â He sighed softly and nodded towards the steps. âGo lay down. Iâll make you something.â Ruggie instructed as you glanced back at the items he laid out on the small coffee table. You wanted to politely decline but he wasnât planning to listen to your refusal. âUp the stairs. Iâm not hearing it from someone who looks ready to fall over.â You lowered your head and placed a foot on one of the wooden steps. With one final glance back at Ruggie and seeing his sly smile, you went up the stairs to rest. Â
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The hyena was now seated beside your bed in a small wooden chair. He blew on the spoonful of soup, cradling the ceramic bowl in his opposite palm. His black sweatshirt had been long discarded and draped over the back of the chair, leaving him in a form fitting white shirt, and a thin gold chain dangling around his neck. It was just you, and Ruggie âThe Most Qualified M.F On Campusâ Bucchi. âOpen.â The hyena instructed and you obeyed with a small sniffle as you sat up in bed. Behaving as if you were too weak to feed yourself. Â
It was nice having someone else do it for you. Ruggie eased the spoon of cooled soup in your mouth. The soup was delicious. Loaded with vegetables and a smooth broth that was easy on your stomach. The beastman swore up and down he popped open a can and tossed it in the microwave. But the flavor and quality didnât compare to anything store bought. It was clear he didnât want to admit that the reason he took so long downstairs was because he was cooking for you. You thought it was sweet. Â
Ruggie let you take a break from eating and set the bowl aside to place a cooling patch on your forehead. He insisted that you rub some sort of minty gel on your chest, but you refused when he tried to wrestle your shirt off to do it for you. Ruggie lit a small essential oils candle that filled your room with the aroma of eucalyptus, and he explained it was common practice in the Afterglow Savanna to help you get well faster. Once you felt a little more energized, he instructed you to bathe so he could throw your clothes and blankets into the washer. Â
He would change your bedding and leave you clean clothes for when you finished. It was a lot to process for you. You had gotten used to taking care of yourself when you were sick. Never relying on anyone for anything. So having your crush coddle you was intimidating. A step out of your usual process. Was he expecting something in return? Was this a favor he was returning that you forgot about? Â
You dressed yourself in the clean clothes. A fresh pair of sweatpants and another baggy shirt. You didnât have anything underneath which left you feeling relieved. Ruggie was polite enough to not go through your underwear drawer. A wave of anxiety washed over you. The idea of Ruggieâs kindness having an ulterior motive killed your appetite for the rest of your soup. You entered your bedroom, lingering in the doorway as Ruggie laid your comforter on your bed. The blankets were clean and looked inviting as Ruggie looked at you with a grin. âFeeling better?â He asked hopefully and you nodded. The beastman helped you crawl under the blankets as you stared down at your hands. âWhatâs wrong?â He asked as he sat in his chair and reached for the bowl of soup on your nightstand. Â
âNot hungry? You sure? You only ate half the bowl.â Ruggie sounded dejected as you shook your head. âItâs âcause Iâm sick. Iâm not that hungry. Iâll eat more later.â You wanted to finish it all of course. But your stomach was twisting in a knot from both your illness and troubled thoughts. âSorry Ruggie.â You apologized with a weak smile as he returned the bowl to its spot on your nightstand with a pouting expression. His ears folded back for a moment. You could hear him hum as you grabbed the box of tissues and dabbed at your nose. His eyes roamed over you before they suddenly lit up. âWait... I have the perfect idea. Just hear me out.â The beastman started to smirk as his ears darted up. He leaned in as you tilted your head in confusion. Idea for what?Â
âWhy donât we get you to sweat the sick out? That always works.â The hyena suggested as he tugged your blankets in one hand. Peeling them off of your legs and folding them back. âSweat it out?â You had heard of it before. Some people believed the way to get healthier was to sweat excessively and exhaust yourself. But you only saw it as a myth and nothing else. âRuggie...â You trailed off as the beastman moved to stand with a cheeky expression. âI donât think I have the energy to stand, let alone exercise.â You were ready to give him a list of complaints on why this wouldnât work as your mattress shifted from his additional weight. âNah, you just have to lay there. Leave it to me, Iâll help you.â He cooed with a faint flush in his cheeks. His voice was honeyed, leaving your heart picking up speed as your eyes widened. Â
So thatâs what he meant. Â
Ruggie was at the foot of your bed, making his way closer as he crawled towards you. You nervously scooted away, seeking salvation from your headboard. Your body was becoming hot as he zeroed in on you. Your heart punched against your ribs in pure panic. âWait-â You outstretched your arms. Pushing your hands at his shoulders as the hyena pulled at your weakened body. Leaving him on top, and you beneath him. Ruggieâs large teeth grazed over your jawline before he gently nipped at your flesh and bone. You flinched, a soft whine passing your lips as you tried in vain to push him off. âNo... Wait- Ruggie come on... Iâm sick...â You whimpered in protest to his advances. But the beastman didnât seem too keen on hearing you say ânoâ. âTrust me. I promise youâll feel waaay better after this.â His words were like candy, sweet and leaving you wanting more. You ate them up in your fevered state as you finally submitted. Relaxing against the clean sheets as he relaxed on top of you. His weight blanketed over your body as he kissed at your neck and licking the skin. Â
âIâll fuck you good nâ hard, getting you all sweaty and limp.â He mumbled against your throat as his skilled fingers yanked your sweatpants down your thighs. Pleased with your docile behavior. You pawed at the back of his shirt with a gasp when he gave your sensitive throat a harsh suck. Moaning against your skin as an animalistic sound was pulled out of you. Â
The hyena dragged his tongue along your jugular as you listened to your sweats hitting the floor in a small heap. You could feel him smiling as he now rested between your parted legs. His denim covered crotch grinding into your bare sex with slow ruts of his hips. âThen, Iâll dump you in the bath.â Ruggieâs voice lowered to a rough growl before he kissed you. It was the taste of his lust and filled with unspoken feelings. Your lips moved against his as Ruggie continued rolling his hips into yours. Stealing every breath you tried to take. Â
âI got these fancy bath salts you can soak in.â Kiss. âAnd,â Kiss. âif you want,â Kiss. âIâll get in the bath with you.â Each of Ruggieâs kisses left your brain melting as he spoke in between them. He was doing it all for you. You wondered if maybe he had some sex fantasy involving a sick person. Taking care of them and playing doctor for the day. It felt out of character for someone like him to be so caring. But everything you knew about Ruggie was what he shared on the surface.Â
After all... Isnât he technically taking advantage of you?Â
Your hands that once clawed at the soft cotton of his shirt now attempted to shove the beastman away. You didnât think this was a good idea anymore. Truth be told; you werenât even sure if you liked Ruggie that way. You thought he was handsome, and he has a certain charm that left your cheeks warm, and your daydreams filled with potential dates. He was unmatched when it came to all the other guys on campus. But there were times where Ruggie came off as a total sleaze. How he stole and scammed other students before your very eyes. How lying was something as simple as breathing for him. Â
âWhyâre you pushinâ me away?â The hyenaâs tone was playful between another round of kisses. A sneaky hand made its way between your bodies and settled between your legs. âYou nervous?â He asked, his voice tickling your skin as you yelped. Feeling the rough pad of his middle and pointer finger rub slow circles around your fleshy pearl. His mouth abandoned yours and returned to your neck. Licking over the bruises he left in his wake. Â
You writhed and moaned beneath him. Your pushing was futile, and you started to submit once more. You tried to gather the strength to create a coherent sentence. You wanted to ask for a moment to collect yourself. To get your thoughts and logic in order. Your body quivered from every small stroke, kiss, and suck Ruggie gave you. You began craving more of his intimate affections. Â
You hadnât made room in your life for sexual advances in your world, or coming here to Twisted Wonderland. It was all so new and so intimidating. But you felt more aroused than afraid. Even if your mind was screaming for you to tell Ruggie directly to stop. But part of you wanted this. Part of you needed him to keep going. If you stopped now, you would never experience this with him ever again. Â
You often daydreamed of sexy mood lighting and more romance. And of course, to be healthy. âItâs... It feels kinda scary...â You murmured. Your tone trembling as you exhaled a soft moan. Ruggieâs skilled fingers picked up speed. Enjoying your reactions and sweet sounds. The hyena let out a growl against the skin of your pulse point, leaving you shivering in excitement. You were the only person to bring you pleasure and having someone else do it for you left you melting from the experience. The sensitive bud between your thighs twitched as your pussy began to flutter. Your hips bucked as you dragged your heels against the sheets beneath you. Â
Sweat collected along your temple and behind your ears. Lining your skin in a thin, shiny sheet as your oversized shirt and Ruggie on top of you became overstimulating. You tried to gather yourself again, hoping to ask for a moment of reprieve. But that was shoved to the back of your mind the moment Ruggie slipped a finger inside of your aching hole. You froze up, your spine arching away from the bed as he curled the digit in and out. Pressing against the soft velvet of your inner walls. He pulled his mouth away from your neck, you could feel his smirk. Â
âSorry, I donât have a condom on me.â Ruggieâs voice was soft and sly, almost in audible. âThatâs cool right? You donât care, do you?â It was like he was expecting you to mishear him. He slipped a second finger into your soaked pussy. You couldnât resist your hips from bucking towards his hand. You struggled to answer him as tears of pleasure pricked the corners of your eyes. Of course you care about him using a condom; you would risk getting pregnant if he didnât.Â
Ruggie sat up on his knees know, pumping his fingers and using his thumb to bully your clit. Rubbing it in those slow, aching circles as his fingers pumped and stroked your pussy. Coating his digits in your clear, sweet slick. The words of concern never formed as you clawed at the sheets. Your legs draped over his hips as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. You needed to tell Ruggie that you couldnât have sex without protection. But the idea of having raw sex was so enticing... Youâve seen it in porn. The swift glide of someoneâs cock stirring up the delicate pussy of the person on the bottom. Leaving it creamy and pliant like wet clay. Something you had always wanted to experience.Â
Reality was much different than fantasy. âLetâs do it raw okay? Iâll make you feel soo good that youâll wanna fuck raw every time.â The hyena snickered as he slowly removed his fingers with a lewd, wet sound. Your pussy twitched and flexed, trying desperately to draw him back inside. Your chest heaved as Ruggie unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Looking down at your weakened state as he eased his boxers and baggy jeans down his thighs. His erection now stood at attention. Â
Leaking with precum from the tip. Twitching impatiently for release and friction. His cock was lined with small barbs in a uniform fashion. Making you frown in discomfort as you nervously tried to cover your pussy with your hand. His precum was oddly thick, leaking from the flared tip and dripping onto the skin of your thighs. Before you could protest, Ruggie rearranged your weak body. Keeping your legs parted for his access and folding you into the position of his liking. You were laid on your side. Your hands grabbed one of your pillows as you looked up at him with anxiety in your gaze. One of your legs was lifted, your ankle resting on his shoulder as he straddled your other leg. Â
The tip of his cock twitched against your wet folds, kissing and bumping your clit with each slight movement from the beastman. âYouâre not a virgin, right?â He suddenly asked, taking on a more serious tone. You swallowed and quickly shook your head. Your eyes glancing down at his cock as you tried one final time to push him away. Only for your hand to be knocked aside and he clicked his tongue. âThen stop beinâ all nervous. I wonât let it hurt.â He smiled as his shoulders began to sag and relax. Your eyes fell half lidded as you realized he misinterpreted your response. Â
You were trying to refuse the situation all together. Will sex really cure you? Was he just making this up because youâre an easy target? It was scary to think that you would be giving your first time to Ruggie while weak from a fever. This couldnât be right. âDonât overthink it...â The beastman purred as his wet tip began to breach your sensitive hole. Â
Your pussy immediately worked to pull him in deeper. Convulsing around the intrusion as your lips parted in a breathless moan. The slow stretch of his cock filling you up made your head spin until you were dizzy. You exhaled a few short and soft gasps as Ruggie rolled his hips. Working himself deeper, and deeper into your tight walls. Every short thrust left your pussy throbbing from the foreign intrusion. Your toes curled tight and each breath you took felt shorter and shorter. Â
Squeezing. Sucking. Throbbing. Â
All alien sensations for you. Your legs felt sore from being parted for so long. You couldnât fight back the moans falling from your lips as the small spines lining his shaft scraped your soft insides. Making your heart jump as your body heated up in excitement. Quickly getting used to the sensation of his beastman cock training your anatomy to be compatible with his. âOhhh fuck,â Ruggie groaned as he held onto your waist. Keeping you in place as his hips picked up speed. The wet sound of his hips meeting yours filled the room. âItâs so tight- You werenât a virgin, right?â He asked again. His brows creased and you could hear a hint of guilt in his tone. You were far too overwhelmed to answer him. Â
Your face was on fire as a string of drool rolled down your chin. Your tits bounced with each thrust into your pliant and willing body. Your eyes were starting to roll up into your skull as your pussy fluttered around Ruggieâs thick cock. He grunted from above you, his thrusts picking up speed as he hugged your leg against his chest. His other hand pressed on your womb as he let out a small laugh. âI guess that doesnât matter now, huh Prefect?â He asked with a snicker as you pressed your head into the pillows. You couldnât stop the string of moans and cries passing your lips as his cock bullied your pussy. His pelvis knocking into yours as you took what Ruggie gave you. Â
Your fingers could never achieve the pleasure his cock was bringing you. You could never recreate this sensation on your own; and you feared being addicted to the feeling of his barbed cock stimulating you. You clawed at the blankets as you felt your body being wracked violently by your approaching orgasm. Making a desperate attempt to crawl away from the overstimulating feeling. But Ruggieâs thrusts became rougher and more intense. His tip smacked into a bundle of nerves inside of you. It was something you couldnât reach on your own and only barely grazed. A string of shrieks pushed themselves out of your mouth as he began to abuse that rough patch inside of you. Hitting it over, and over, and over again. Â
Ruggieâs moans and curses mixed with yours in a filthy chorus. The bed creaked and the sound of his cock pumping in and out of your drooling pussy was becoming too much. Your eyes fluttered shut as your muscles drew tight. You convulsed and twitched as you finally came. The force of your orgasm left your vision to go white as Ruggie leaned over you. Pressing your head against the pillows as he fucked into you deeper. Re-arranging your insides even as you started to scream and whine from the intensity. Shaking and failing weakly as he worked you through it. All you could do was take the overstimulation as his cock pulsed. Â
Ruggie pounded your sopping hole, the sounds wet and messy. His thrusts becoming sloppy and hurried. And with a quick stutter of his hips; Ruggie finished inside of you. His movements halted and with a few rough bucks of his hips he filled your waiting pussy with thick sperm. The fullness sent tears rolling down your cheeks as you laid limp and weak against the bed. Covered in sweat and overwhelmed by the scent of sex. Â
The hyena had came so much, you could feel it leaking out of your abused hole. Overflowing and staining the blankets beneath you. You were exhausted, feeling as if you would faint at any given second. Your panting was joined with Ruggieâs, creating a lustful harmony as he remained inside of you. You needed to bathe. But Ruggie was right, you did feel a little better after having such an intense orgasm. Â
You might need to sweat it out again after getting a glass of water and cleaning up. Maybe a few more rounds would do while classes were still in session.Â
