Azul had long resigned himself to stay mostly alone. To run his lounge and one day grow his empire by himself, with only maybe the tweels to stick with him in his ventures. Too many more people made more variables, and could send his plans in all sorts of directions. Relationships could be hazardous, and love especially was not good for business.Ā
He had never said any of that out loud to you, but it somehow still felt like you were punishing him for it.
It hurts his pride when you make him smile. No matter how much effort he puts into maintaining his beloved facade, he canāt prevent the real expressions you put on his face. Itās like a gut punch to his ego when he snorts a little while he laughs at you. Around anyone else heād be mortified, but you brush it off and laugh with him like itās nothing, like you havenāt just discovered a massive chink in his armor.
It gives him a headache watching you run around with your other friends, watching you be so comfortable with them. He could spend hours going back and forth between wanting to keep you at an arms length and needing to be closer, to be something more to you than a businessman or classmate. The greater he tried to make the distance between you, the closer you pulled him in.
Maybe worst of all, it made his stomach turn at the thought of you not being there. At the thought of the mirror sending you home, and you leaving Twisted Wonderland permanently. The thought of someone braver and more honest than him stealing you away before he can come to terms with himself. Itās still not like he could admit any of that to you, but every time you met and you looked at him just as brightly as the last, he couldnāt help but feel a little reassured.
If there was one thing Azul hadnāt expected about falling in love, it would have to be how painful it was. And he was running out of ways to deny that he loves the ways you make him hurt.
Uhh trying out blurbs cause full fics are hard sometimes
Synopsis: Floyd seems to have a problem that youāre the only solution to
A/N: christ it's hard writing dialogue for Floyd
Warnings: squeezing
You had a problem. A large, lumbering problem that was ready to practically tackle you at any moment; Floyd Leech, and his incessant need to squeeze you.
Itās not like you're the only person he does this to, but the way he does it to you is what was so odd. He doesnāt squeeze you with the brute strength of his other victims. Youāve seen him nearly crush other students, literally trying to squeeze the life out of them. But thatās not how he treats you. Heās still not exactly gentle, youāre not quite sure he would even be capable of that. But he clearly wasnāt trying to hurt you, strangely, he seemed to only want to keep you close to him. Which didnāt make you feel less uneasy about it, like he could switch on you at any time. You had no clue why he was so inclined to grab you, you didnāt have any problems with him or any of Octavinelle as far as you knew. You were completely lost until you were finally feeling brave enough to ask.
You were walking out in the courtyard when you spotted him. With his back turned to you, you thought you might actually be able to sneak by him, until he turned around with the biggest grin and yelled āSHRIMPY!ā and started bounding towards you.
You just stayed still and let him run to you, despite the nerves he always brought out of you. You knew you werenāt fast enough to outrun him anyways. When he reached you, he pulled you into him with nearly enough force to make you stumble, but once again only squeezed you with enough pressure to hold you in place. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, so you worked up your courage to finally ask him.
āFloyd, why do you squeeze me so much?ā
He tilted his head and looked at you strangely, āWhaat? You donāt know why I always pick you, Shrimpy? You shook your head, and he gave you a lazy smile before he said āItās ācause you're the warmest, duh.ā
You looked at him confused, āWhat do you mean the warmest?ā
He let out a short laugh and told you āIām cold-blooded, you know. Morays need to get warmth from the outside. And youā¦ā he trailed and lifted you off the ground a bit, āAre the best heater in the entire school!ā You couldnāt even squirm in his grip, but still he wasnāt holding you too uncomfortably.
āOh, I didnāt know you needed warmth like that.ā
āLots of merfolk do, silly. So Shrimpyās fine with keeping me warm right?ā He stared down at you, āYouāre not gonna let me be cold, are you?
āO-of course not. I can help you, totally.ā You tried smiling at him, but it couldnāt have looked natural.Ā
He obviously notices by the way he leans down and speaks low, āAre you nervous, Shrimpy?ā You shook your head rapidly to deny it, but the smirk on his face told you he didnāt buy it at all.
āGood, Iāll come pick you up whenever I need it then. Thanks Shrimpy!ā
Before you had a chance to protest he was leaving, running away towards the school building, maybe looking for some other poor soul to bother. You sighed to yourself, this really isnāt what you had wanted to come from asking him about it. But if at least it was just about warmth and nothing you did wrong, you supposed you might be able to deal with it.
You were very quickly proven wrong.
If he was clingy before, he was attached to you at the hip now. After enough embarrassing instances in front of your friends, you had gotten him to agree to only squeeze you when others werenāt around. But if he wasnāt squeezing you, he was leaning on you, draping himself over your shoulder, maybe even holding your hands because he said his were freezing. You truly couldnāt escape him anymore, he was stuck to you like velcro. And every now and again he would bring you a snack or some trinket he found like he was repaying you. You brushed it off as some habit Azul instilled in him, he probably didnāt want to owe you anything.
You did eventually start getting used to it. As long as he was still wasnāt hurting you at all, you didnāt really feel like you could complain. Plus having him at your side for so much of your day was basically like having a bodyguard. Nobody was dumb enough to bother you when Floyd Leech was standing right behind you, luckily. You really didnāt hate it, but you werenāt going to let him know. If he did he might literally never let you go.
It had at least been limited to school hours for a while, until one afternoon back at Ramshackle when you heard a loud banging on your door. You opened it and of course it was Floyd, who didnāt say a word before dragging you over to your couch and practically snuggling into you.
āU-um, Floyd, youāre a little too close this time.ā
āYou think? But Shrimpy, Iām so cold right nowā¦ā You couldnāt really deny him, so you just tried to get comfortable and ignore how your heartbeat seemed to start speeding up.
He must have felt it because a wide, sharp-toothed smile spread across his face. āYou know Shrimpy, youāre extra warm today.ā He pressed into you more, if that was possible, and nearly whispered āWhatās that about?ā You couldnāt answer yet, too flustered by him being so close.
When he nuzzled into your neck a little, you finally asked him, āThisā¦was never about body heat, was it?ā
He laughed before he said to you āNo, but you really are my favorite to squeeze.ā
You sat in silence together for a moment.
āWellā¦I guess you donāt have to stop, then.ā You spoke quietly. āThisā¦this feels pretty nice.ā
āHehe, so you do like me~ā He pressed his cheek against yours, then leaned back into the couch more. He held you the most gently he ever had. Like he knew you werenāt going anywhere this time.
Maybe being squeezed wasnāt so bad, and maybe the infamous Floyd Leech could be gentle after all.
Ruckus at Ramshackle- Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade x GN Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Synopsis: When you hear startling noises outside your dorm at night, your call your best friends to come to your rescue
A/N: Intended as platonic, you can read it however though. Also Im alive
Warnings: Ace teasing you
It was late at Ramshackle, youād been in bed on your phone for way too long now and the glow of your screen was all the light you had left. It was getting harder to keep your eyes open, and when you looked at the time you saw it was nearly midnight.You decided to finally try and sleep for the night. You set your phone on your bedside table, got yourself comfortable and were about to close your eyes when something caught your attention.
A noise from outside your window, maybe below it, you werenāt sure. It wasnāt too loud, but when you listened for it you could hear what sounded like shuffling. You tried not to mind it, it was late and Ramshackle was old and made plenty of noises at night, this was probably just a new one you hadnāt noticed before.
But it didnāt stop, in fact it got even louder. Loud enough to make you open your eyes and scan your room, trying to piece together what it could be. You cautiously pulled the covers off yourself and tiptoed over to the window. You peered around, tried looking in every direction but saw nothing that could be making that noise.
Then, the sound changed. It wasnāt shuffling, it was some kind of digging or scratching. It now alternated between being louder and softer. You sat back on the edge of your bed, just listening to it, hoping it would stop. The longer it went on, the more uneasy you were. You went back and forth between deciding to go downstairs and investigate it, or staying in the safety of your room and hoping whatever is out there doesnāt climb. It just kept going, and finally you decided you needed to try asking for help before braving this yourself.
The first people you thought of were Ace and Deuce, of course. If anyone at this school would consider helping you out this late, it would pretty much only be them.You picked your phone back up and sent both of them a message, hoping they were awake to at least reassure you everything was fine.
š¦: weird noises outside tonight, probably some animal but maybe we could like check around my dorm tomorrow or something
The chat stayed empty, no response from either of them. They were probably asleep, and waking them up by spamming probably wouldnāt put them in the mood to comfort you anyways. Knowing you're alone in your dorm wasn't helping the stress taking over you. You looked out the window again, still seeing nothing that could be making the incessant noise.
You stared at the screen until from the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a shadow move outside on the ground. You started creeping towards the window and caught another glimpse of what you thought was a creature, walking in circles outside your dorm. Something in your gut told you it wasnāt just some ordinary animal.
But that was a stupid thought, right? What else would it even be? You had to be making it up, right? You had to be, you were just focusing on it too much and making yourself paranoid. If you got back in bed, rolled back over and just shut your eyes it would go-
THUD.
The sound sent you flying back from your window and all the way back against your bedroom door. It was loud, like something being slammed into or knocked over. Your breathing was getting heavier and you could feel yourself starting to sweat. You opened up your chat again, desperate enough you didnāt care if they were sleeping anymore.
š¦: guys this isnāt a joke I think something bad is actually out there
š¦: like I donāt know what it could be but its making so much noise and getting louder
š¦: are either of you awake
When neither responded still, you decided you had to take matters into your own hands. You werenāt about to go hunting, but if worst came to worst you needed to protect yourself. You stalked out of your room and down the staircase, then slowly made your way over to the fireplace. You grabbed the metal fire stoker next to it, determining that would be your weapon if you needed one. The noises never stopped, and from downstairs you could definitely tell something was moving around outside, around the back of your dorm. You hid behind the couch, stoker in hand and heart pounding.Ā
Out of nowhere, you heard a new sound; footsteps, sprinting up to your dorm. From behind the couch, you heard knocking followed by your friends frantic voices.
āPrefect! Are you okay in there? We came as fast as we could!ā
āWouldāve been quicker if you were better at sneaking out.ā
āWill you drop that already?!ā
You went and opened the door to find your favorite idiots arguing over nothing, but when they saw you they seemed to remember the task at hand.
āYouāre alright?ā Deuce asked, looking you over. āNothing happened to you?ā
You shook your head, āIām fine. The sounds are still coming from behind my dorm, though.ā
They stopped to listen, and once they noticed they ran around the side of your dorm, leaving you at the front. A minute or two went by before they came back, calm and not at all worked up from fighting some beast in your backyard. You met their eyes expectantly, but they just shake their heads.
āWell, something was definitely back there,ā Ace started as the three of you walk back inside, āBut itās not anymore. Something small ran away as soon as we got near it. Looks like you got all freaked out over a raccoon or something.ā
Deuce chimed in, āYeah, it was just a small animal for sure. Your trash can out there was knocked over too, It was probably digging around in there and being loud.ā
You felt heat starting to rise in your face, utterly embarrassed you woke up your friends to save you from nothing. āAh, Iām sorry you guys had to sneak out then. I wonāt bother you next time, I wonāt wake you up for stupid things like this.ā
āThat wasnāt stupid!ā Deuce quickly exclaimed. It took you aback a little, but he continued āYou live here all alone, if it was something serious, youād be on your own here. You can text us whenever you need to!ā He smiles a bit awkwardly at you, a little uncomfortable at being sincere.
āGeez, if helping you out was really that bad I wouldnāt do it. Relax a little, now we get to hang out.ā Ace smirked at you as he turns to throw himself on your couch. āHow about a sleepover, Prefect? Maybe weāll finally share a bed?ā He teases. Deuce reacts like heās scandalized, and it quickly devolves into another pointless argument for the two of them. You canāt help but smile though, at your friends who would drop anything for you even if they wonāt always admit it.
āOi prefect, you down to play some games? I always keep playing cards on me.ā Ace starts pulling them out before anyone has answered.
āDo you want to be exhausted in class tomorrow? Why would we start a game this late?ā
āIāll sleep through Treinās lesson either way.ā
Youāre about to cut them off when suddenly, another noise could be heard from outside. Sharp, aggressive knocks on the door that had all three of you wide-eyed. You answered without opening the door. āUm, hello? Whoās there?ā
An unmistakable voice ignored your question and rang through the door, āWould there happen to be any stray Heartslabyul members inside with you, Prefect? Any unaccounted for students after curfew know that it will be off with their head.āĀ
Synopsis: The evolution of your relationship with Idia, as compared to a fly.
A/N: I guess I was kind of experimenting with this one, tbh I donāt know how great I wrote his character but enjoy the angst at least.Ā
Word Count: ~1.7k
Warnings: angst, Idia/reader both implied to be depressed
Phase 1: Egg
Flies deposit eggs into rotting organic material.Ā
ā¦and there couldnāt have been a better description of him when you found him. Rotting material.Ā
He spent nearly every waking moment immersed in technology. It felt natural, always having been surrounded by it. It almost felt like home.Ā
Only almost though. Because nowhere truly did anymore.Ā
He could never find solace from the painful memories in the forefront of his mind. Despite his best efforts they always stayed there. He couldnāt think of āhomeā without thinking of his failures, of his regrets, of Orthoā¦
So he stayed online. In a space he could control, where everything worked the way it was supposed to, where there was no school or anxiety or brother to remember. He neglected himself, his body, in favor of the computer screen.Ā
He couldnāt name a single other student he considered a friend, and as much as he needed his own space it had started becoming lonely. He couldnāt remember if heād gotten all of his homework done, and he didnāt particularly care. He couldnāt remember the last time he slept right. Or if he had even had a full meal on any given day. He certainly felt like he was rotting, and he was sure he looked it too.Ā
And then you came into the picture.Ā
He knew of you before you met, heād heard of you in the short moments he spent with the student body. You hardly spoke a word to anyone and could barely bring yourself to make eye contact. Notorious for being shy, nobody could list a single other thing about you.
When he begrudgingly had to partner up with someone for a potionology assignment, he looked around the room with a knot in his stomach. Everyone was finding their partners easily, forcibly reminding him of the wall of isolation heād created for himself. While he was debating whether or not to just ask for 0 and move on, you were walking up behind him.Ā
When you lightly tapped on his arm to get his attention, he turned to find your nervous face staring down at the floor.Ā
āDo you have a partner yet?ā He shook his head no at you. āWill you be mine then?ā
He considered his options. He could risk getting stuck with someone random, take the 0 like he wanted to before or give you a shot. He didnāt know anything about you, but the more you uneasily rocked back and forth, the more certain he felt youād be someone he could handle personality-wise. At least compared to your other peers. And unless he wanted to risk ending up like Leona, he really needed to get his grades together.Ā
āā¦S-sure.ā Is all he offered in response. But that seemed enough for your shoulders to drop in relief, and for you to finally look at him. The small smile you wore confused him, why would anyone be happy they got stuck with him?Ā
āThank you. We could just call to work on it if you didnāt want to meet for real.ā
That wasā¦surprisingly considerate. He guessed he made the right choice after all.Ā
Phase 2: Maggot
Maggots will eat the rotting material around them. They thrive in their environment of decaying matter.Ā
Calls about the project turned into much more rather quickly. It felt like one day you were a stranger, the next you were pouring your hearts out to each other.
Misery loves company, and your company was inexplicably inviting. You made him want to unleash everything he suppressed. All the suffering his pride wouldnāt let him show, he wanted to share with you. Somehow he just knew youād get it, youād understand what nobody else could.
He isnāt proud of the trauma-dumping that ensued at the end of a meaningless hang out one day. Heād granted you access to his room, to meet in person for the first time. The reality of which set in immediately after you arrived. That you had accepted his invitation to his space, that he wasnāt alone in that moment. And an innocent āAre you alright?ā from you ended up being enough to break him.
He cried, he gasped for air, he thought he remembered screaming but he wasnāt sure. He fell to the floor with his head in hands, sobbing and blubbering about everything weighing on him. He knew he blew it big time, melting down the second you showed up. He knew youād leave, you had no obligation to help his pathetic self after all.
He didnāt expect tears from you as well. It shocked him so much his crying nearly halted.
You detailed your own struggles to him. Your own struggle to fit in and feel accepted, and the loneliness that came with it. Your own regrets, things youād give anything to change. You sat across from him on the floor, tears falling gently as you rambled and rambled.
He didnāt know what came over him, but he put his hand out. He flinched when you actually took it, but didnāt let go. He managed a meager smile as he relished in the peace heād found with you. You sit in silence for a while.
Heās visibly relieved when you agree to try hanging out again sometime. Relieved heād finally found someone to rot with.
Vent sessions became regular, though not as emotional as the first. You became his only confidant. You were almost always in his space or talking to him online. It was almost obsessive, and he loved it.Ā
You both fell further into solitude, into your own despair, but together. You thrived in it, and so did he. It was the best kind of miserable he had felt in a long time.
Phase 3: PupaeĀ
Maggots then encase themselves in a puparium, where the maggot's body will begin changing.Ā
Of course, it couldnāt last forever.
You started hanging out with him less, turning him down when heād invite you to play games or vent like you had been. He tried not to take it personally, remembering how much he loved to self-isolate when he was especially down. Maybe you were going through something extra rough right now, and you wanted your space from him. Heās down the same to a lot of people, so he couldnāt blame you.Ā
Until he realized how naive it was to think that was what had you busy. He was rushing to class to turn in a paper he had to finish without your help when he spotted you in the hall.Ā
It was nothing like the first time he saw you. Or any time heād seen you when you two were alone.
You had people around you, a small group. They spoke to you. You spoke to them. You werenāt looking at the floor, you were looking at one of their faces. You laughed at something they said and he felt his chest tighten.
Worst of all, you were positively beaming.Ā
He immediately felt bad for thinking that. He should want to see you smiling like that. If he cared about you, he would want you to be branching out, making new friends. Especially when you had expressed how alone you felt.Ā
He did care, just maybe not in the way he was meant to.
Because he couldnāt bring himself to be happy for you. Because he recognized where this was going to head immediately.
You were changing. Somehow, some way, you were finding the strength to grow. Strength he knew he would never find himself.
He didnāt bring it up the next time you met in his dorm. But he felt it, the difference in the atmosphere. Like his negativity and sorrow didnāt reach you the same way anymore. Not like you didnāt care, but like you couldnāt relate the same way. But he pushed those thoughts down for as long as he could, not wanting to admit the reality of the situation.
You were changing. And he simply was not.
Phase 4: Fly
Eventually, a fly will emerge from the casing to leave and continue on with its general life cycle.Ā
Rain checks turned to missed calls turned to ghosting altogether.Ā
His pride wouldnāt let him beg for your attention, but he missed it. He mourned it. Grieved the friendship that really never was, but meant so much to him.
He resented you for it, but a part of him couldnāt blame you. You were nothing like him now.
He spent even more time in his room if that was possible. But on the rare occasion heād leave for class and spot you, you always had people with you. People who could be funny and casual, people who could hold a conversation without saying something depressing, people who you could do activities outside of school with. People who werenāt him, or anything like him.
You were kind enough not to say it, but he could see it with his own eyes. How he had become a burden to you, a weight on your chest. While you were trying to improve yourself he only ever got worse.Ā
You werenāt content to rot, clearly. You had this ambition, this drive to escape the hell you had created for yourself and start over. You would always understand him and his pain, but you had pushed through your own misery and found yourself happier. And with no room left for him and his lack thereof.
You were moved on. Because what was temporary weakness for you was eternal for him, like his curse.
Had he known that from the beginning, he wouldāve never gotten involved. He had to figure out what you were, but he knew right from the start what he was.
You had flown away, sprouted wings and left the rot behind. Like you were meant to.
And he was a hungry, starving maggot. And always would be.
Synopsis: You're finally at the professor's house, and he gives you one last gift for the night. Part 1 Part 2
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: I started writing this when his card came out and then abandoned it lol but I'm so glad to have it done now, ngl I like how this one came out.
Warnings: Teacher/student relationship, gn reader, shy/nervous reader, dirty talk, praise kink, mild spanking, oral sex, sex toys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, overuse of the word 'puppy'
The drive to his house after dinner was nerve wracking to say the least. You both rode in silence, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and nervous feelings. Not that you werenāt excited as well, the lingering arousal from your earlier activities still very present in your mind and body. But you couldnāt help the anxiety you felt building, unsure of what exactly he was going to do once you arrived.Ā
You're pulled from your thoughts by a strong hand placing itself on your thigh. You look over to the professor, and catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
āSomething on your mind, puppy?ā He asks with a teasing lilt to his voice.Ā
āIām justā¦thinking.ā You canāt think of any other excuse to offer, and he clearly sees right through it.Ā He grants you some mercy though, not pressing you any further for now. He returns his eyes to the road, but his hand doesnāt leave its place in your leg for the rest of the ride.Ā
āāāā
You finally arrive at a grand, luxurious house, and after pulling up the long driveway he gets out to open the door for you again. You follow closely behind him as he leads you to the door and unlocks it.Ā
Youāre immediately greeted by three large energetic dogs, wagging their tails and coming up to sniff you. While they are very eager to investigate you, they appear very well behaved, not jumping on you or barking at you either. With all the talk he does about training and disciplining you and your classmates in school, it makes sense to you he would be the same with his dogs.Ā
After a brief moment of petting them as they surround you, you look up to find the Crewel hanging up his coat before turning back to you.Ā
āIāll assume youāre not hungry after dinner, but did you want something to drink before we get started?ā He heads into his kitchen as he asks you.Ā
āNo, thank you though.ā Your answer comes out shy, as you mentally try to prepare yourself for whatever he has in store for you.Ā
He returns with two water bottles anyways.Ā āWeāll just keep these around for after, then.ā He smiles as he sees the anxiety practically radiating off of you.Ā
He steps forward until thereās very little space separating the two of you. He seems to admire you for a second, like he likes how nervous he can get you while hardly doing anything.Ā
āYouāre ready then, puppy?ā You nod, and he starts towards his stairwell. āFollow me upstairs then.ā
āāā
You enter his room and he closes the door behind you. You hardly have time to even look around before his hands are on your waist, holding you close to him.Ā
āForgive me if I seem too eager. You have no idea how long the night has felt while waiting to get you here.ā He presses his lips to yours, and his hands start sliding up your shirt before beginning to pull it off of you. You lift your arms to allow him to, and he motions to your pants as well as he starts undressing himself.Ā
Before long he has you sitting on the edge of his bed, awaiting the next order from him.Ā
āYou remember when I said I had more gifts to give you tonight, puppy?āĀ
You try to nod, but a sharp eyebrow raised reminds you of his demands. āYes, professor.ā
āGood.ā He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a black box from a drawer, then heads back to where you sit. āI have it in here for you. Youāll be using it tonight.ā
You cautiously open it, and your eyes widen when you see whatās inside.Ā
āA vibrator, for you puppy. Iām sure you know how that works, right?ā His eyes are dark and lustful at how shy youāve gotten.Ā
āY-yes, professor.ā You almost whisper.Ā
āPerfect. Youāll be making proper use of that tonight, but firstā¦ā He gently pushes you to lay down on his soft sheets, āI think itās about time I get a taste of you.ā He spreads your legs and puts them over his shoulders, keeping you right at the edge of the bed. You cover your face in embarrassment and how obvious your arousal already is.Ā
āShow me your face puppy, no hiding or Iāll have to punish you.ā He doesnāt stop looking at your face as he finally goes to taste you.Ā
The first touch of his tongue makes you squirm and whine, but his hands hold you still for him. You want to suppress your voice but he is clearly experienced with his mouth, teasing you in all the right ways to have you moaning for him. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you to ground yourself.
He pulls his mouth away for a second, and before you can question him you feel his finger slowly breaching your entrance. He pumps it into you until he can fit a second, making you keen. He laughs at that, absolutely loving watching you lose yourself.Ā
āThatās it, puppy. You donāt have to be shy, just keep being good for me and enjoy it.ā
He finds a spot that has you arching and presses hard. He groans in response to the wail you give, before pulling his fingers back out.Ā
āGood, such a good puppy. I think youāre ready for my cock now, hm?ā
āYes please, professor.ā You were practically aching with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you again.
He sits down too and beckons for you to come to him. You obey and place yourself on his lap, facing him. Grabbing your hips again, he pulls you up until the head of his cock teases your hole. He smirks at you, before letting go.Ā
āSit.āĀ
So you do. You hold onto his shoulders as you slowly work your way onto his cock. Itās not uncomfortable, but this angle has him reaching deeper than before, making you tremble some as you manage to take all of him in.Ā
āGood fucking pup.ā He groans, tilting his head back some. If you werenāt busy adjusting to him you mightāve smiled at that, happy that you have a strong effect on him as well.Ā
āCan I move please, professor?ā You ask, the heat inside of you outweighing any shyness you feel. āPlease, wanna moveā¦ā You rock yourself a little on him, only to receive a harsh slap on your ass.Ā
āI didnāt say you could, puppy. Sit still.ā
Then he reaches on the bed next to him to grab the vibrator again. His expression looks especially dangerous as he takes your hand to place the toy in it.Ā
āTurn it on and use it on yourself.ā
Your face must show the shock you feel at that request, because he lets out a sharp laugh before smirking again. āI said that you would be using it, not me, remember? Youāre gonna keep my cock warm while you use your new toy.ā
You look at it in your hand hesitantly, completely embarrassed at the idea. Another slap to your ass makes you look at him again.Ā
āI wonāt tell you again, puppy. Turn it on.ā
You finally comply, turning the vibrator on. It has multiple settings, and you leave it at the lowest one. You catch another glimpse of his impatient look before pressing the toy against you.
Your hips buck a little at the sudden stimulation, and you immediately hold onto him again with your free hand to keep steady. You bite your lip hard to stifle your voice.Ā
āAw, is it a lot, puppy? Feels really good?ā
āAh! Y-yes, professor!ā You manage between gasps.Ā
āTurn it up.ā
You look at him pleadingly, but he only smiles in return. You press the button again and the toy vibrates faster. This time you canāt hold yourself still, hips stuttering in his lap from the added stimulation.Ā
āSo sensitive, arenāt you? Why donāt you try turning it up again?ā
āC-canāt, Iām already- ah!ā You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you were now shamelessly grinding against him as you held the toy against you.Ā
That earns you another spank. āIām telling you that you can, and you will. Turn it up again.ā
You press it again, turning it to the highest setting. The vibration feels so strong against you that collapse into his chest, gasping and moaning that itās too much while he only watches on.Ā
āC-cumming, professor Iām-āĀ
āYes, thatās it, good puppy, cum on my cock just like that.ā
As if his words compelled you, you cum hard around his cock, seeing stars behind your eyes. You pull the toy away from the overstimulation, only for him to take it from your hands.Ā
āNow itās my turn, pup. Youāll be good for me, wonāt you?ā
Youāre given no chance to respond before he starts thrusting up into you unannounced. You whimper and grasp onto him, your mind starting to go numb from the pleasure. Heās ruthless with his pace, giving you no chance to recover and taking advantage of your sensitivity. Youāre so out of it and focused on him that you donāt even register the sound of the vibrator starting up again.Ā
You definitely feel it once heās holding it against you again, not slowing his pace at all. Tears are streaming down your face, itās too much but itās so good you canāt help but try to meet his thrusts, feeling another orgasm building quickly.Ā
āGreedy pup, already about to cum again.ā Heās still acting like his cocky self, but you can tell by his voice heās close himself. āYou wanna cum again? Do you?ā
āYes, yes I do-fuck! I wanna cum, professor please-ā
āThen cum for me.ā
The force of your orgasm has you nearly screaming his name, nails clawing into his back while your eyes roll back. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release and mumbling incoherent praises in your ear while you wail. He never takes his eyes off your teary, fucked-out face as he finally cums inside you.
By the time both of you have caught your breath, youāre still trembling in his lap, feeling his release start to seep out of you as pulls out. He lays you on the bed tenderly, aware that heās put your body through a lot.
āVery good, you did so good puppy. Always so good for meā¦ā He trails off before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
āIāll get a washcloth for you, and then you should rest, pup. Youāll need time to recover before tomorrow.ā
ā...What are we doing tomorrow?ā
Crewel chuckles lightly to himself. āTake a wild guess, puppy. We have all weekend together, and I donāt intend to waste it.ā
Then he leaves you, legs still twitching and hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. The exhaustion catches up to you, and you have a hard time holding your eyes open while you wait for him. Entering the room with a cloth like he promised, he quickly cleans you and makes you drink some water before you get under his covers. He cuddles you from behind, and his lips pressed against the back of your neck is the last thing you register before you succumb to sleep entirely.
"The Dismal Story of Our Creation" Malleus Draconia x GN Reader
Spoilers for Book 7!
Synopsis: Malleus has put the island to sleep, but the dream he puts you in is an especially unique one.
Word Count: ~1200
A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent me happy birthday messages! I hope to finish a few more drafts soon to make up for my absence. I loved writing him as a yandere, it just fits him so well to me.
Warnings: Yandere Malleus, captivity? (trapped in a dream), forced kissing
Something wasnāt right.
Heād done it. He overblotted. Putting everyone to sleep, leaving them to their dreams. For their own good, to make them happy. Thatās what he had said.Ā
So why was this your dream? What had happened to you?
You remember catching a glimpse of the unconscious forms of your friends, sleeping under the power of his magic. You remember the fear that washed over you as you expected the same fate. And you remember the satisfied grin he wore as he faced you, and then everything went black.
Darkness surrounds you now. You are stranded in a void, an empty black space. No floor beneath your feet, no walls indicating you might be in some strange room. You hesitantly take a few steps forward, and then in another direction. Still nothing. You are walking through some kind of purgatory, left alone with nothing but an endless darkness and eerie silence.
Until you hear footsteps behind you.
You whip around to see him, uncomfortably close to you. Looming over you, with that same smile as before.
āWhatā¦what did you do? Where am I?ā You question, trying to keep your voice steady.
Malleusā smile still doesnāt falter as he answers you. āOur home, Child of Man.ā
As he speaks, the space around you starts changing. You blink repeatedly as a room starts creating itself from the darkness, walls and furniture forming from the shadows before manifesting as real objects. Everything appears in the same gothic theme youāre familiar with from Diasomnia.
āWhat do you mean, āour homeā?ā
He tilts his head at you a bit, mirth still palpable in his expression. āI think itās quite self-explanatory. This is where we will spend the rest of our lives together.ā
Your head is spinning as you process his words. āMalleus, what are you talking about? I donāt understand, youāre scaring me.ā
He frowns immediately at that. He sighs quietly before speaking again. āMy apologies, Child of Man. I suppose Iāve yet to explain myself properly to you. Please, fear not. I never would wish you any harm, you should know.ā
āChild of Man,ā He starts after a deep inhale, āI know this may feel sudden, but I must confess something to you.ā He reaches for your hand, and you cautiously allow him to take it. āIā¦I love you. I care for you so dearly, my Child of Man. Youāve brought life to my life, brought me a kind of joy that Iāve always considered unobtainable for me. Iāve never known someone as kind, brave and sincere as you. I love you, from the bottom of my heart. So much that I donāt know what to do with the feelings you stir in me sometimes.ā He grinned softly to himself. āYou treat me like no one else does. You seek out my presence yourself, you look at me with fondness in place of fear. Youāve taken over my mind and heart, and I couldnāt do without you anymore.ā
āSo,ā he continues, āIāve created a place for us, and only us, my love. Iāve put much thought into it, and come to the conclusion that it would be difficult for us to be together in reality. It would be blasphemy for me to attempt to introduce a human as my partner in Briar Valley. As heir to the Draconia lineage and future king, such a thing would never be allowed.ā His brow furrowed at the thought. āAnd on your end, the headmaster is searching for a way to send you back, to separate you from me. There are many obstacles to our love. This is the solution Iāve come up with.ā His hand moves to cradle your cheek gently, staring deep into your eyes. It takes great effort for you to not tremble under the weight of his gaze. āThere is nothing but us here. No Crowley, no other world to return to, no royal duties or expectations, nothing at all to disturb us. We will hide happily in here forever, where nobody can interfere with us.ā
Youāre shaking now, fear coursing through your veins as you realize the gravity of your situation. You are trapped alone with him, in a space of his creation and control, completely at his mercy. And heās seemingly decided you wonāt be going anywhere.
āM-Malleus, please. I donātā¦I donāt want this.ā You meekly speak, your voice hardly above a whisper. Youāre terrified of rejecting him, but equally afraid of what would happen if you accepted his advance. āI donāt want to be asleep forever. And what about everyone else, my friends-ā
āDo not speak of them.ā His harsh tone cuts you off and makes you flinch. Thereās a new darkness to his eyes that makes your legs want to buckle. You avert your eyes from his to avoid it.
āLook at me.ā He commands. You donāt comply, too nervous to meet the anger in his expression. He grabs your face roughly and forces you to tilt your head up. āI said, look at me. Do not speak of them again. This place is for us, not them. Your life is meant to be spent with me, not them. Your place in this world is with me, not them. You will not mention them again. I will not allow any others but myself to occupy your thoughts. Do you understand me?ā
Tears start welling up in your eyes as you nod slightly, dread heavy in your stomach as the weight of your circumstances only seems to keep increasing.
He stares down at your teary face, eyes wet and lips trembling. He still holds your face in his large hand. His eyes soften the longer he looks at you, and after what seems like an eternity he starts leaning in towards you. You donāt dare to close your eyes, scared of what heād do if you avoided him again. He gets closer, and you hold back a fearful whimper as his lips softly press against yours. Your stomach turns as he holds the kiss, leaving you anxious and uncomfortable. He pulls back and meets your gaze once more.Ā
āYouāreā¦ethereal. Perfect, so perfect my love. Iāve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Iāve always wanted to claim you as my own.ā
He kisses you again, with more need and passion than the first. The tail of his overblot form comes to wrap around your waist and pull you into him, pressing your bodies together. His mouth is hot against yours as he kisses you with more and more fervor. His tongue slips past your lips and you let out a small groan despite yourself. He smiles against your lips before pulling away to press his forehead to yours. His demeanor had lost some of itās intimidating aura as he looked at you completely lovestruck, strong hands caressing your back as his tail still held you in place.
āIāll be all that you need, my love. I will be your entire reason for being, your entire purpose, as you are mine.ā You shudder a bit in his hold, but if he notices, he pretends he doesnāt.
āThis is my creation for us, dear. Our paradise. Doesnāt it make you happy?ā
Thank you so much for 100 followers! Itās my birthday this week so I havenāt been very active on here, but this was such a nice surprise to come back to find! Sorry for the inactivity, once Iām done celebrating I plan to get back to finishing some of my drafts and getting back into posting a little more regularly.
Synopsis: Your professor finally takes you on that shopping trip he promised, and you get more than just new clothes.
Part 1 Part 3
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: I can't explain why I am so down bad for this man but here I am with more smut of him. Let me know if I should make a part three, cause I'm definitely considering.
Warnings: Teacher/student relationship, gn reader, shy/nervous reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, overuse of the word 'puppy', oral sex (m!receiving), masturbation, praise kink
You sat completely rigid in the leather seat of his red sports car. You shifted a bit, not uncomfortable from the seat but from this trip already being such a large departure from what youāre used to. A part of you felt like you were sullying the whole car by even being inside it, looking very pedestrian compared to the driver next to you.
Crewel clearly preferred to dress formal and polished even on his days off. Over his outfit he still wore his signature coat, fluffy and luxurious as ever. When he picked you up, he had laid out the plans he had for you today. He was taking you to a luxury shopping mall, where you could buy almost anything you wanted. The only condition was that every outfit you tried on you had to show him for approval. His justification was that he couldnāt let you walk out of the store with something that didnāt flatter you..
āIf youāre going to be my puppy, youāre going to have to dress the part.ā He had said to you earlier.
He pulls into the parking lot and youāre immediately struck by the grandeur of the building. It looked even larger than the malls you were used to, and even from outside it radiated an air of expensiveness.
He opens the door for you once the car is parked, and puts his hand on your lower back as you walk beside him. He guides you towards the entrance of the mall and you step in together.
The inside of the mall was incredibly intimidating. Every store in sight has windows filled with products you couldnāt dream of affording. You repeat a question you had earlier to him, with newfound concern at your surroundings.
āYouāre really sure I can get clothes here? I wouldāve been happy with a regular mall too.ā
He tsks at you, āYes, I am sure. In fact I insist, because I wonāt have a puppy of mine running around in clothes unbefitting of them. And there will be no talk of the price either, that isnāt for you to worry about. No more yipping, follow me. Weāll try on some things in here first.ā He pulls you into what would be the first of many stores, and you start browsing their selection with him.
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You had been shopping for more than three hours now, and you were a bit overwhelmed with everything you had gotten. You left every store he brought you to with at least one bag of new clothes, which he carried for you.Ā
True to his word, he made you show him every outfit you wanted to buy. Almost all of them he approved, sometimes adding something or taking just one thing away, but he hadnāt outright refused anything you picked out. What caught you a bit off guard were all the outfits he picked. You knew heād probably be giving you suggestions, but werenāt expecting him to pick whole ensembles that he demanded you try on. They were all very much his aesthetic, elegant black and white pieces with an occasional hint of red. He looked extra pleased after you would try those on, and ended up buying every single item he had picked out for you. It wasnāt a big deal, if letting him choose some things for you was the price for a whole new wardrobe, you didnāt mind at all.
You were finally at what he promised would be the last store. You actually didnāt see much that you liked, but he had found a few things he wanted to see you in again. The salesperson brought you both to a fitting room in the back and left you there. The room was decently large, with a few different places to hang your clothes and a stool. You resumed the pattern you had both established; He would hand you an outfit, youād show him and he'd give his judgment, he'd hand you another, rinse and repeat until he was satisfied.Ā
You stepped out of the room to show him the latest choice. He pondered for a second before giving his thoughts.
āHmmā¦It fits your body very nicely, and the colors look great on you. Yes, weāll get this one too.ā
You smile at his compliments. You go to reach for the next outfit he has in his hand, but he doesnāt give it to you. He steps past you and makes his way towards the fitting room.
āUmā¦what are you doing?ā
āIām coming in with you. This one has clasps in the back youāll probably need help with.ā He pushes through the door and waits for you to follow. You hesitate, but after a pause you enter anyway.
He stands to the side and starts preparing the outfit for you. You wait for him to turn or face away from you, but instead he looks right at you expectantly.
āWell?ā
Realizing what he means, you slowly start undressing yourself. You feel his eyes staring holes into you the entire time, watching every movement you made and looking your body up and down. Once youāre down to just your underwear, you nervously turn to face him again. You expect him to hand you the clothes to put on, only to find theyāve been unceremoniously tossed onto the stool. He steps toward you empty-handed, and you have to fight the urge to back up a little.
He places his hands on your sides and holds you in front of him. He leans down to kiss you, gently at first, but increasing in intensity very quickly. He bites your lip which makes you gasp, and uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands start sliding lower down your body, and you push at his shoulder to get him to break the kiss. He pulls back, looking somewhat confused.
āW-we, we canātā¦thereās people here, and the worker might-ā
āThe worker wonāt bother us in here, and the only other customers were all up front. If anyone came back here, weād hear them. Nothing badās going to happen, puppy, not when youāre with me.ā He presses his lips to your neck and starts sucking lightly, then moving to kiss along your collarbone. His hand trails upwards to fondle your chest, and the heat in your body becomes unignorable. You stifle a moan as he leans to flick his tongue over your nipple.
āProfessorā¦ā you whine meekly. The sheepish tone in your voice makes him groan.
āDo you have any idea,ā He starts between hot kisses to your skin, āWhat youāve been doing to me all day? Looking so cute in everything I put you in, being so good for meā¦ā
He stands straight again and eyes you hungrily. āYou like being good for me, donāt you puppy?ā
You nod rapidly, but he shakes his head back. āWords, puppy.ā
āYes professor, I like being good for you.ā Your face is burning, but you make yourself say it anyway.
He reaches for his belt and starts undoing it. āThen get on your knees.ā
You obey and sink to your knees in front of him. He grabs your chin and tilts it up towards him, smirking at your doe-eyed expression.
āKeep your hands on the floor, no touching. Do you understand?ā
āYes, professor.ā
āGood. Stick out your tongue.ā
He holds your chin still while you put your tongue out. He frees his cock from his pants with his other hand and taps it on your tongue a few times. You donāt break eye contact, knowing youād probably be scolded if you did.
āNow open that sweet little mouth for me, puppy.ā
Again, you obey, and he slowly puts his cock in your mouth. You suppress the urge to gag as it reaches into your throat slightly and he holds you there. He curses at the sight of you taking him in all the way.
āFuck puppy, youāre good, so good for me. Youāre gonna let me fuck that pretty face, right?ā
You manage a small, choked āyes, professorā around his cock, which is all it takes for him to start fucking into your throat with fervor. Tears start welling up from his pace almost immediately. The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only make him rougher with you. You want to press your hands against his thighs, but you keep them on the ground like he instructed. He keeps praising you all through it, telling you how good youāre doing and how perfect you look like this. It makes you press your legs together and squirm a little on the floor, which doesnāt go unnoticed by him.
āAre you feeling needy, puppy?ā He pants as he keeps thrusting into your mouth. āYou can touch yourself if you need to, I give you permission.ā
You take him up on that immediately, and reach down to play with yourself. The stimulation plus the almost feral look on his face has you moaning around his cock now, bringing him closer to the edge.
āBe good for me and swallow it puppy, and show me when youāre done. Fuck, thatās it puppy-ā He continues to ramble as he approaches his high.
With a loud groan he finally cums in your mouth. He holds your head still while he does, and you do your best not to choke while you swallow everything he gives you. When he finally lets you go, you sputter for a second trying to catch your breath. Remembering his commands, you look back up at him and stick your tongue out again, showing you had left nothing.
āGood fucking puppyā¦ā he pulls you up from the floor to kiss you again. He holds you close to him and you shakily grab him back. āDid so good for me, so good.ā His praise again has you writhing in his grasp.
āProfessorā¦ā You start whining again with a slightly hoarse voice, āI-I, I need youā¦touch me, please?ā
āHmmā¦no, I donāt think I will.ā
You look up at him wide-eyed. Was he seriously going to leave you so worked up like this?
āB-but, you said I was good! I was good for you, right?ā
He chuckles at your obvious desperation. āYes, you were puppy. But I think weāve spent too much time in this fitting room already. So weāll pick up where we left off back at my house, alright?ā
That stops your thoughts in their tracks. āYour house?ā
āDid you think I was taking you back to that destitute dormitory of yours? Of course not, youāre spending the weekend with me and Iāll bring you back Monday. Plus there are a fewā¦extra gifts Iād like to give you there.ā His eyes turn a bit dangerous once again, and he smacks you lightly on the ass, making you yelp. He laughs and lets go of you, turning to exit the fitting room.
āGet changed, weāll get something to eat and head there after.ā
Once he leaves, you stand still a bit in shock at your situation. The whole weekend, with him? If this is what he would do in a dressing room, what would he do when he had you alone at his place? The thought made heat start pooling in your stomach again.
Snapping out of it, you hurriedly get dressed again and make yourself presentable. You try to calm your nerves, reminding yourself that you still need to act natural while youāre at the register with him. After a few deep breaths and a final attempt to fix your hair, you meet him outside the room.
"An Unexpected Lesson in Envy" Cater Diamond x GN Reader
Synopsis: Cater wants to show off pictures of you on Magicam, but the online response is not what he was expecting.
Word Count: ~1.4k
A/N: Well it turns out that Caterās speech and whole overuse of internet lingo thing feels so unnatural to write for me so I think I ended up making him more serious than I was supposed to lol, I did my best. Also the @ looks like that cause I almost accidentally tagged a real person lol
Warnings: jealousy, light reverse comfort
āCome on, just a few more!ā
āYou said that ten minutes ago!ā
You loved him, you did, but your boyfriend had a habit of roping you into photo shoots that could be inconveniently long. You were too cute, heād always say, he couldnāt help it. You were in the gardens of Heartslabyul, which made for the perfect background as well. Today though, you have a history essay that you really need to get started on. If you stuck around too much longer, youād have to work pretty late into the night to finish in time.Ā
āYouāre so cruel to leave me~ā he whines, which you respond to with a lighthearted glare. āFine,ā he sighs, āWeāve already gotten enough good pics anyway.ā
āThanks. Iāll text you later tonight.ā You quickly kiss his cheek before hurrying back to your dorm to work.Ā
Cater returns to his room as well. While heās ascending the tall, twisted stairs to get there, heās scrolling through all the photos he got today. Heās almost giddy as he looks through them, you ended up with some fantastic shots today.Ā
He flops onto his back on his bed and starts collecting his favorite ones to post. He decides on a short collection of them, and rushes to Magicam to show them off.Ā
āSome adorbs photos with @ ididntasktobehere in the gardens! Some of my fav pics Iāve taken! #aesthetic #gorgeous #photoshoot #CayCaythebestphotographerā
He smiles to himself, satisfied with the caption he typed out. He posts them immediately, excited to see the response that theyāll get. And the attention starts coming within minutes of posting.Ā
He knew the pictures would get some popularity, his followers liked almost anything he posted featuring the gardens, and you were always a stunning model in his opinion. What he doesnāt expect is the amount of attention. The comments and likes start rolling in like they never have for him. No other post of his has gone as viral as this one.Ā
Heās ecstatic about it, until he starts actually reading the comments.Ā
-OMG, who is that? They are BEAUTIFULĀ
-literally ethereal omg
-They could slap me and Iād actually thank them for real
-JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE I BEG
Heāsā¦conflicted.Ā
Of course youāre beautiful, and of course people would notice. That was to be expected, so why was his chest still feeling tighter and tighter the more he read?
He wasnāt the jealous type, really. He never got upset if you were affectionate with your friends. He never blamed you if some other guy flirted with you, because of course you always turned them down. And as long as they took no for an answer, he couldnāt really blame them for finding you attractive either.Ā
Itās never been so many people though. Especially all at once. It wasnāt just one person who wanted your attention, it had turned into hundreds thanks to his post. People were praising you with every compliment they could think of, and some were even asking if you were single.Ā
Your account was private, so he wasnāt worried about you being flooded with unwanted attention suddenly. But he was worried about what youād think if you saw all the comments. Would you be uncomfortable?Ā
ā¦Would you like them? He guesses he could understand if you did, everyone was being so nice and complimentary. But he realizes a part of him really doesnāt want you to.Ā
He was the uncomfortable one. As uncharacteristic as it was, he was jealous and had to admit it.Ā
Now he was at a loss for what to do, though. Does he delete the post? You followed him, so if you checked once you were done with your essay and the pictures werenāt there, you might ask what happened to them. He technically could respond to everyone that you were taken, but didnāt that make him seem insecure? He should be able to just brush it off, he thinks.Ā
Itās getting late by this point, and he decides to just try and ignore it for the night. Heād deal with any more comments in the morning, when his head was a little clearer.Ā
ā-
He could not ignore it for the night. Every few hours he was up and checking for any more replies to his post, always finding at least a few new ones. His frown deepened with each additional comment. For the first time, he was actually loathing the popularity of his own post.
You could tell something was off when he greeted you with only a half-hearted smile and spent your whole walk to class together clearly lost in his own thoughts. He wasnāt any better anytime you spotted him in the hall between classes. He still wasnāt any better at the end of the school day, which is why you follow him to his dorm to confront him about it.
āCome on, you know youāve been weird today. Are you feeling sick? Is something wrong?ā
āIt really isnāt that big of a deal.ā Thereās absolutely zero pep in his tone, none of his usual Cater mannerisms present. He seems almost exhausted.
āThatās a lie and you know it. Cater, why canāt you talk to me about it?ā
He ponders for a second, still feeling guilty for being jealous in the first place. But clearly he wasnāt hiding it well, and making you worry about him didnāt feel very good either. So he takes a deep breath in before laying out everything that happened with the post.
ā...Thatās it? I saw the post, you even tagged me. I looked at the comments too when I saw you were getting so many. I honestly just rolled my eyes at them. I didnāt realize they were making you upset.ā
āIā¦I guess I didnāt expect to be either? I justā¦I donāt know why. Itās not like I think youād break up with me for one of them or anything.ā
āItās still okay to feel weird about it though. Do you want to take the post down?ā
āI thought about it, but Iām not sure. And the same thing might happen if I ever post more.ā He seems extra dejected at the thought of that. Luckily, an idea pops into your head.
You grab his phone out of his hand. He looks at you surprised, but lets you open up his camera and sit next to him.
āOkay, now like thisā¦ā You put his arm around you and lean into him close. He seems to get the idea at this point and smiles widely before pulling you in tightly himself. You both position yourselves in frame, and you press your lips to his cheek as you take the picture.
When you pull away and hand him his phone back, his mood has already flipped completely. Even more so as he types out his next caption:
āThanks for the love on the pics we posted! Me and my lovely partner @ ididntasktobehere have been reading all the nice comments together! #cutestcouple #cutiesinloveā
āāCuties in love?ā Get rid of that, thatās embarrassing.ā
āBut itās true! Weāre a couple of cuties, the cutest couple in the school!ā
He laughed at himself and closed his phone with a satisfied grin. He was sure the two of you got the point across to everyone. With his confidence restored, he looks at you and starts brainstorming again.
āOooh, maybe Vil will let us use one of the rooms at Pomefiore, everything in there is so fancy, it would totally blow up if we did a little shoot there.ā
āYouāre seriously already planning another?ā You laugh.
Of course he was. Now that everyone had it straight that you were taken, he was going to take every opportunity to show you off.Ā
Plus, if anybody had something to say, he could always just ask you to kiss him on camera again. In fact, he decides, heāll probably ask you even if they donāt. Because as good as showing you off felt, it didnāt feel nearly as good as showing off that you were his and he was yours.
Your writing on Jade about his taking care of MC in the mornings has given me brain worms, I hope you know. I may or may not be mocking up something in my notes app for funsies based on the idea of Jade as a house spirit taking care of its resident and I blame you for this. Keep up the good work!
Thank you so much! If you end up posting that Jade story please tag me, I'd love to read it!
heyyyy I just wanted to come and say that I really love your writing and characterization for every one! Like itās literally so cutesies and Iām so happy I came across it, I hope you have a wonderful day/night <3
Thank you so much, you're so kind! I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well! :)
"I Must Make You the Perfect Morning" Jade Leech x GN Reader
Synopsis: Jade executes his morning routine with only one thing on his mind: You.
Word Count: ~1.3k
A/N: I promise I'm going too write non-yandere stuff again soon I just had two yandere ideas at once, this one is def creepier than my other fic just a heads up
Warnings: Yandere Jade, creepy/stalker behavior that escalates throughout
Youāre the first thing on his mind when he opens his eyes. The thought of you immediately wipes all traces of sleep from his brain, and heās already awake and alert. He sits up in his bed and finds the sun hasnāt even risen. Before, he mightāve taken a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet to himself. These days, he simply doesnāt have time. His day starts hours before anyone elseās, and all for one specific purpose.
He must make you the perfect morning.
In his room, he begins by preparing himself for the daunting task. He keeps a detailed itinerary of his plans and route that he quickly glosses over for the umpteenth time. He dresses very casually, with a dark hoodie and pants. His school clothes are folded and placed in a bag with care, so as not to wrinkle them. He takes said bag and slings it over his shoulder before quietly stepping out.
The next stop is the lounge kitchen.Ā
With access to all the ingredients the lounge uses, heās always able to cook up something you like. Your favorite flavors, every like and dislike heās managed to coax out of you, theyāre all memorized. He knows them like the back of his hand. As are those of your closest friends. If he could curse the food without hurting you, he would, since he knew if they asked you'd be too kind not to share. So instead he intentionally chooses something they wouldnāt like, but you would. Not that they even hung around you much anymore, he had made sure of that. So with your preferences in mind, he prepares a lunch for you. Only you.Ā
The next stop is your dorm.
It was while Azul had kicked you out of Ramshackle that he had found his entrance in. A broken window in the back that he and Floyd hadnāt gotten around to repairing while they were there. He silently slips into your dorm, and begins the most crucial part of his routine.
He starts by cleaning. He knows the closet where you keep your cleaning products, and is familiar with the areas of your dorm that accumulate dirt the fastest. With all the old decor and furniture, dust is inevitable. So he does it for you. Heās diligent in his task, also tossing out any trash he notices and washing any dishes left in your sink. If he finds anything belonging to another student that had visited, it's discarded immediately. He sweeps, he mops, he does it all. Anything he can imagine being a nuisance for you is handled with care. All while heās being mindful not to make any noise and interrupt your hard-earned slumber.
The next stop is your room.
He stares at you from your doorway. He takes a few steps towards you, and continues to just stare. He loves how you look when youāre sleeping. Rarely does he get to see you looking so peaceful and relaxed. The way your hair is already kind of sticking out funny makes him smile, you were always so endearing. Feeling brave, he holds a piece of it in his hand tenderly. He stands there for another moment, just feeling the texture of your hair in his palm. The sensation combined with the proximity to you has his heart racing so fast heās almost worried youāll hear it. He gently lets go and steps away, waiting until heās finally had his fill of looking at you to move on.
He doesn't go overboard when tidying your room, he has to make sure he's incredibly quiet and wouldn't want to accidentally get rid of something important to you. He mostly just picks up laundry of yours and organizes anything that he thinks needs it. He's careful when he takes clothes of yours, knowing that you'll notice if things you wear frequently go missing. Today, he takes a hoodie he finds lying on the floor by your dresser that he hasn't seen you wear much, but still smells like you when he lifts it to his face.Ā
The next stop is your bathroom. He'll admit, this one is more for him than you.
Heās not proud of how much time he spends there, but he canāt help it. It makes him feel connected to you, to get ready in the same place you do. Itās here he changes into his school clothes and discards his other outfit into his bag with the hoodie he's taken. Itās here he washes his face with your products, washes his hands with your soap, dries them on your towels. It's like he can feel you through every item he touches.
Itās here he brushes his hair with your brush. The bristles running across his scalp send shivers down his spine when he imagines you using it yourself. He does clean it after, though only so he can see strands of your hair mixed with his when he does. Itās here heās thought about using your toothbrush too, countless times. The temptation fills his head again the longer he looks at it, but he knows he can't. His serrated teeth would certainly tear the flimsy thing to shreds, so he settles for just holding it in his hand and imagining it.Ā
Itās only when the sunrise finally starts streaming through your bathroom window that he puts it back. He leaves, closing the bathroom door gingerly and stalking back through the dorm. He exits the same way he arrived, and hurries away just as he hears your alarm sound off from inside.
The final stop is just outside the hall of mirrors.
He stands there with eyes trained on the entryway, eagerly awaiting your appearance. You eventually arrive and greet him politely. He presents you with the lunch he made, only grinning courteously when you took it but internally feeling incredibly giddy. Youād been caught off guard the first few times he brought you lunch like this, wary of being tricked into owing him something. But he was insistent, he worked so hard to make it after all. Now, you simply accepted it without question and thanked him.
You used to walk with your friends to class, but theyāve been avoiding you more and more lately. Youāre not sure why, and when you asked Jade he said he hadnāt heard anything from them. He did however offer to walk you there himself. This had recently become your new normal, making pleasant conversation with Jade as you made your way to class.
You mention that you swear your dorm was cleaner than when you had fallen asleep again.
āItās just so weird. I swear I left dishes in the sink, but they were all put away. Iām pretty sure the whole place got dusted too.ā
āI see. Does it make you happy? Waking up to find your problems have been taken care of?ā
āI guess? I mean, itās confusing but itās less for me to do.āĀ
Had you seen the glint in his eye when he asked you, you might have been more careful about agreeing. Not that it mattered now, he heard what he needed to.
He smiled, content with how his actions had all played out again. He was satisfied that he had met his goal again, just like he had yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.
He had made you the perfect morning.
You had certainly made his morning perfect as well, but you didnāt need to know that.
"Hey Man I Love You, But No Fucking Way" Jamil Viper x GN Reader
Synopsis: The time has finally come for you to leave, but he isn't ready to lose you. Surely you'll hear him out, right?
Word count: ~900
A/N: I usually prefer fluff but thought I'd experiment with a little angst, though I don't think it's too intense. Never written any kind of yandere stuff before so sorry if it's tame.
Warnings: angst, yandere Jamil
This day was bound to come. He knew it, you knew it, everyone did. That didnāt make it any easier for him, though.Ā
He knew you had started bugging Crowley harder about going home after the second overblot. And harder again after the third, then his, and so on. He wanted to meddle, but Kalim kept him busy. Plus, his faith in Crowley was so low he thought heād have more time. Time to win you over, time to convince you that your place was with him. And he had made progress, you two had become very close despite what went down in Scarabia over the holiday. But the time for you to go had come regardless.Ā
He knew you had people you missed and places you still wanted to see. He knew that at the end of the day, no matter how much heād grown to like your presence, you were not meant to be in Twisted Wonderland.Ā
But he still held onto that naive hope he had that you would hear him out tonight. Perhaps too tightly.
āYou know how much you mean to me, donāt you?ā
āI do.ā You answer almost emotionlessly.
āThenā¦ then please-ā
āDonāt ask me what youāre about to ask me. Donāt do that.ā
He shouldāve stopped there, but he couldnāt. If there was any chance of you staying with him, he had to fight for it. So he kept going.
āPleaseā¦ you donāt know what my life was like before you. Please donāt leave me like this.ā
You donāt say anything back. He could already feel himself unraveling, but tried to hold it together the best he could.Ā
āYouāre the only person I can be myself around. Youāre the only person who I can show what Iām actually capable of, the only-ā
āJamil, you need to stop this. Now.ā
āI love you.ā He admits with desperation. āI love you, please, you canāt leave me like this. Iāll neverā¦ā he trails off, holding back tears.
āI love you too, Jamilā¦ā You sigh deeply.
āJust not enough to stay?ā He snaps without thinking. The look on your face immediately tells him that was the wrong thing to say.
āHow fucking dare you? You think youāre the only person Iām allowed to care about? I have people that I miss, Jamil. That Iāve been missing. I had a life before this school, sorry that hurts your feelings so badly.ā He hadnāt expected you to get so angry with him.Ā
āI didnāt mean-ā
āI had a life. A life without magic and overblots. Where I didnāt spend every waking moment waiting for something else bad to happen. Where people didnāt want to fight me just for existing, and I wasnāt almost constantly in some kind of trouble or danger.ā Youāre crying now too, and you turn your back to him as you continue. āI canāt do it. I canāt stay. Thereās nothing good for me here.ā
āWhatā¦what can I do? Thereās has to be something I can do-ā
āNo, there isnāt. Iām leaving tomorrow and thatās that. Stop making this harder than it needs to be.ā
āIā¦I told you, I love you!ā
āAnd I told you I love you, but I canāt do this for you!ā You wipe your face as you turn to face him again. āYou think Iām happy about leaving you? Of course Iām not! But Iām not going to suffer here for your sake. I have to do this, for me. Why canāt you understand that?!ā
And in that moment, he finally did understand. You didnāt want to hurt him. You werenāt trying to, you just needed to look out for yourself. He couldnāt blame you for that. You said you loved him, and he believed you. He watches you sniffle in front of him and put your face in your hands. He feels remorse for how this world has treated you, and guilt for not getting what you really meant at first. Yes, he understands perfectly.Ā
It was the rest of the world that was the problem. You could be happy in Twisted Wonderland, you just didnāt know it. With Crowley and overblots and other stress always wearing you down, of course you didnāt think you could stay. If you were constantly hurting, how could he expect you to?
But, why hadnāt you just said that from the start? If you knew how much you meant to him, didnāt you also know just how far heād go for you? The mountains he would make move? The people heād dispose of? Wouldnāt you do the same for him?
Of course, you would never have to do the same for him. He would do everything, take care of everything. Nothing would keep you two from each other. All you had to do was be with him and be happy. He could make that happen, he was sure of it.
He decides that those kinds of plans donāt matter right now, though. What matters most is that youāre about to make the biggest mistake of your life, and he isnāt going to let you.
āLook at me.ā
āJamil, Iām done with this. I-ā
āI get that, okay? Justā¦please, look at me one more time.ā He was pleading, and his voice sounded so terribly dejected.
You sigh again. You lift your head up from your hands and meet his eyes.
āI told you, Iām sorry. I really am. I-ā
āSnake Whisper. Follow me. Youāre not going through that mirror.ā
I wanted to thank that anon directly but Iād also just like to say a quick thanks to everyone else reading my stuff. I honestly had really low expectations for how Iād do here, Iām not a very experienced writer so I wasnāt sure how this would all go or if anyone would even like what I did. So literally every note means so much, I appreciate it! Thank you for interacting with my writing, it feels really nice to finally try writing and have everyone be so nice about what I make. I hope to keep improving as a writer and make even better stuff for you to read in the future!
I just found your blog and omg I love your writing, Jade and the artist reader is sooo good, will you ever do a part two or youāll keep it a one shot? Either way, you are really good and Iāll turn the notifications onā¤ļø
Thank you so much! I saw this on my break at work and it made my day so much better, thank you!
And the Jade x artist reader I plan to keep just a one shot, but it definitely wonāt be the last time I write for Jade, so stick around and youāll see more with him š
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