Ok ok ok I thought someone wouldâve requested this by now buuuuuutttttâŠ.. birthday sex FOR LEONA KINGSCHOLAR itâs gotta be done cuz Iâve been scrolling allllllll day and NOTHING ITS AN OUTRAGE
Annnyyyyywaaayyyyyyssss could you possibly fulfill this request ya know for the faaannnnnssss
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DUDE IM SO LATE TO THIS BUT GIRL YOU KNOW IIIIIIIIIII gotchu dw
Birthday Surprise!
leona kingscholar x afab!reader
18+ content! youâve been warnedâŠ..
you knew leona hated his birthday. it was just another reminder of his unfortunate birth order between him and his brother.
all day, he was being dragged around by ruggie and jack for different birthday activities, but it wasnât right. you werenât there, and leona didnât want to celebrate himself if you werenât by his side.
but! you had ruggie and jack keep leona out of the dorm for as long as they could, or at least away from his room, as you had a surprise for him that you kept secret. so, the two went along with your wishes, keeping the birthday boy busy.
when leona finally gets back to his room, itâs late and heâs exhausted. he flips on the lights, and what he sees nearly makes him drop the box he was holding from ruggie.
youâre sitting on his bed, dressed in a beautiful yellow set of lingerie. lace wrapped your body, with some fabric thrown in here and there. your most intimate parts were covered with lace, so there really wander much left to imagination. your hair falls around you in soft waves, and a coy smile was on your face.
âhappy birthday, leona.â
he steps closer, and the scent of you fills his nostrils, mixed with something crazy intoxicating. was that a pheromone perfume..? whatever it was, it made him want to eat you whole. he could already feel himself getting bricked.
âso this is where youâve been all day. rude to not show your face, but then again, if this is what you were gonna wear then itâs a good thing.â he chuckles in a low tone, his shirt on the floor by time he reaches you.
âiâm sorry, but this was the best way i knew to celebrate you.â you reach for him, pulling him down next to you.
âwell, good thing i didnât eat much. the main course is right here.â he crashes his lips against yours, devouring your mouth with a deep rooted, primal hunger.
he then starts moving his mouth down your body until he reaches the lacy fabric squeezing your hips. he practically rips it off of you, like a child would when ripping the wrapping paper off a gift. his body goes rigid, his eyes widening when he sees whatâs right on your hip bone.
âthis is⊠you did this?â he whispers, rubbing his fingers over it.
what has him caught by the balls is his signature tattooed on your hip. sharp, lazy lines that could only belong to him.
you had found a copy of a paper that had his signature, then went to a local tattoo shop to get it done, all in preparation for his birthday.
âproof i belong to you.â you giggle, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
âyer gonna kill me.â leona groans, his hips subtly grinding against your thigh. he continues undressing you, kissing down your body, keeping a hand on the tattoo.
by time he reaches your core, youâre dripping wet and aching for friction. âyouâre soaked. this desperate for me?â
you nod vigorously, your breathing heavy. âwell, who would i be to complain when my steak is so juicy?â with that, he dives into your cunt face first, his lips suctioning over your hole, his tongue pushing in relentlessly.
âleona!â you cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden attack on your pussy. he uses his strong hands to pin your thighs down, one hand smacking your ass lightly before going back to your thigh.
he groans at the taste of you, his lips finding your clit and sucking harshly. he goes back and forth between tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit, each ministration making you cry in pleasure.
he continues his actions until youâre cumming in his mouth, your inner walls clamping and spasming around his tongue. once your aftershocks have rolled through, he stands up and sheds his remaining clothes.
âhope youâre ready, herbivore. iâm taking my present in full.â he says before positioning himself at your entrance, the flared tip nudging you.
âtake me, leona. iâm all yours.â you say back, which makes him smirk. at your permission, he pushes in completely, bottoming out quickly. he doesnât give you much time to acclimate to his cock before your thighs are pinned to your chest and heâs pistoning into you.
youâre in a mean mating press as leona pounds into you. âleona! leona..! pleaseâŠâ you whimper, your eyes rolling back as he hits that sweet little spot inside of you.
âuse yer words, baby.â he groans, slowing down to ruthlessly grind his hips against yours. itâs not long before he resumes his pace, leaning forward more to pin you beneath him with his body, his hands holding yours.
âfuck, yer so tight..â he whispers in your ear. you can tell heâs getting close as you feel your own climax approaching.
he slides one of his hands down your body until heâs reached your clit, then rubs tight circles around the sensitive bud. after a moment, heâs drawn your second orgasm of the night out of you, along with a loud cry of his name.
he slams home once more, his hot cum flooding you insides. he doesnât pull out once heâs finished, just leans back and lets your legs free.
âi think the best present to me would be to make me a daddy.â
ኞ grim was an annoyance to everyone, but the ramshackle prefect never made him feel as if he was one.
Grim was the type of creature to act tougher, with more hisses than bites, because that was how the world had taught him to be.
That is until he met you.
He had never known the comfort and safety a pair of arms wrapped around him could bring. It was unfamiliar, to have such a nice feeling when all his life, heâd been seen as nothing but a mere rascal that causes disturbance and annoyance to anyone who has the misfortune of meeting him. It wasn't his fault, dreams are meant to be big and hard to achieve, right? So why was it that others sneered and mocked his dreams of achieving a bright future where people will acknowledge him as something other than a bother? Other students could dream without experiencing any of the things he had gone through.Â
Grim truly believes that in order for him to be loved, he must go down as one of the greatest. He would fight fangs and claws just to be able to achieve that feat.
But how come youâve only nodded at him and told him that you believe he could reach his dreamâa dream that seemed so unreachable for a creature like him no matter how much he denies itâall while having that stupid smile on your face?
It was weird. You were weird.
In a world where the weak could only dream of dethroning the strong, and the strong overshadowing the weak; Grim was only meant to be a mere speck of dirt in the vast lands of the world, but for reasons unknown to him, you decided that the same speck of dirt is nothing but a gem in the making. A great mage in the making, to be exact.Â
So, Grim decided that maybe you were worth keeping by his side. If only to have someone who would listen so attentively to his ramblings about being the best, to have someone he could share warmth with when the nights grow too cold, and lastly, to have someone he could finally consider as one of his ownâa family. (though youâd never catch him saying something so corny, heâs going to become the greatest afterall!)
âHench-human! The Great Grim has decided, you can stay by my side even if youâre weaker than me, myahahaha!â
âIs that so?â You dusted off the bed, sparing a glance at the lounging creature near you, âIf the Great Grim so desires, then I shall be your âhench-humanâ forever âtill you get tired of lil olâ me.âÂ
âMyah! Ya better be! Or else Iâll cast one of my powerful spells on ya!âÂ
âYes, yes,â You nodded your head repeatedly, âthis pitiful hench-human understands. Now, shall the Great Grim lay down to take his oh-so-precious sleep?â You patted the bed and leaned to the side as Grim leaped on the bed.Â
â...Are you happy, Grim?âÂ
âMrah! What kind of question is that? âCourse I am! Iâm getting stronger now!â You smiled, a one so soft and affectionate just like the look in your eyes that made Grim pause. Your hand petting his head slowly made him snap out of it, normally, heâd reprimand you for it, but.. at the moment, Grim can feel himself getting drowsy as his eyes get heavier.
âIâm glad you are, because I am too.âÂ
Grim remembers it so clear, that was the last thing he heard before his eyes shut close and his mind went to dream land. You said you were happy, you told him that youâd be by his side. You promised, you said that promises arenât meant to be brokenâthat theyâre sacred things between people.Â
So, why did you leave? Â
Was he so annoying that youâd up and leave him the moment you got the chance to go back to your world, a world where your real family resides. (but wasnât he your family too?)
Grim only remembers how chaotic his insides felt. He wanted to lash out to you, to everyone who abused your kindnessâyour softness. He couldn't, though, your last words to him before you left, he had to engrave it into his stubborn heart.Â
âYouâre a big boy now, GrimâŠand sometimes, the greatest need to stand on their own.â You slide your hand over his head, âwill you do that for me, Great Grim?âÂ
He nodded, the only response he could make. Grim felt as if Floyd had dropped him in the freezing pool that the Octavinelle dorm has.Â
âThank you, Grim.â
A kiss to the forehead was your last goodbye to him. He wanted to chase after you, to yell at you that his hench-human canât abandon him. But, your words echoed through the chaos within. Heâll have to suck it all up, to act brave just like before, and pretend that your departure wasnât making his eyes teary. Still, a few drops escaped out of his eyes but your back only grew smaller, your hand wonât be wiping away the tears anymore. So, heâll deal with it.
ÊÉ hajime iwaizumi as your boyfriend âË⥠fem!reader, hq m.list
boyfriend!hajime who you were friends with for years prior to dating, and yes, everyone saw it coming except the two of you.
boyfriend!hajime who isn't that big on PDA but is very affectionate in private
boyfriend!hajime who never fails to glaze the shit out of you (his girlfriend) to his friends and family. his parents love you, but his friends are lowkey tired of him talking about you
boyfriend!hajime who genuinely remembers everything. is such an attentive listener. your favourite chocolates, makeup products, perfume, the due date of your next assignment, flowers THE WHOLE LOT.
boyfriend!hajime who is your biggest supporter. always there for you and has this unwavering belief in you. similarly, you are always there for him, always at this matches. he looks for you in the crowd during warm-ups <3
boyfriend!hajime who's chivalry is one of his most attractive traits. he's always ready to carry your bag, jumps at the chance to give you his jacket, always opens doors for you, walks on the street-side of the pavement, consistently walks you home even if your house is in the opposite direction, gets on one knee to tie YOUR shoelaces, you get the idea
boyfriend!hajime who has you saved as his phone wallpaper and laptop widget
boyfriend!hajime who is loved by your mum and dad more than you atp
boyfriend!hajime who genuinely gets flustered when you compliment him. call him handsome and his face will legit start heating up
boyfriend!hajime who has great shoulders to cry on. literally and metaphorically. is always willing to give you practical advice and is a fantastic listener.
boyfriend!hajime who's instagram page is basically just a fan page for you, and it's filled with photos, videos and selfies of the two of you, mostly just you. there's more photos of you on there than on your own acount.
boyfriend!hajime who loves taking you to the theatres to watch movies as dates. pays for the snacks and tickets.
boyfriend!hajime who is the physical embodiment of that one tweet that goes "my girl can wear whatever she wants because i can break your jaw"
boyfriend!hajime who is a FAT SUCKER for rom-coms. specifically 90's & 2000's rom-coms. loves watching them with you and will always give you a kiss whenever a kiss scene comes on. is also a fein for Godzilla movies and jumps for joy when you buy him Godzilla merch
boyfriend!hajime who is very emotionally mature and you guys work through arguments very well. he hates fighting with you though.
boyfriend!hajime who you wouldn't trade for anyone else <3
Summary: As Shiratorizawa's third-year manager, you've become part-time tutor, part-time babysitter and part-time therapistâfull time everyone's favourite senior.
CW: coach washijo
A/N: Rewatching haikyuu and re-reading the manga brought my phase back lets go.
requested by anon.
Life as Shiratorizawa's manager isn't just about volleyball but also the people
Shiratorizawa has a reputation.
Powerhouse school. National contenders. Ruthless coach. Intimidating players.
Then people see you walking beside the team with a clipboard tucked under your arm, smiling at underclassmen who greet you in the hallways.
The image doesn't compute.
Interestingly, you're the only one Washijo doesn't yell at. He actually likes you, not that he would ever admit.
But he's coached for decades, and he knows exactly how important a competent manager is.
You don't just hand out towels and refill water bottles.
You memorise training schedules, organise equipment before anyone asks and make sure attendance sheets are finished.
You remind players about assignments, permission slips, and medical appointments before they even remember themselves.
Half the administrative side of the volleyball club quietly runs because of you.
Washijo lets you play music on bus rides and bring food for everyone
Goshiki: Why is Coach Washijo so much nicer to you?
Washijo: She gives me no reason to yell, unlike you BUMS
Washijo threatens to boot people off the team if their grades flop so as a result a lot of the team come to you.
You sometimes gotta remind them to do their work
Ushijima: I fail to see how my grades are relevant to my athletic career
You: Ushijima if you can't graduate high school you can become a pro-volleyball player now do your homework
you do a lot of waving around school because the first and second years are very eager to say hi
you remember everyone's name and give really fire speeches before matches
you always have the team sing happy birthday to whoever's special day it may be :)
Goshiki highkey has a crush on you
You sometimes coddle him much to the dismay of the team
Semi sends him to ask you for stuff because he's your weakness
How could he not be look at those cheeks
unfortunately you sometimes have to yell at them because the locker rooms occasionally are left a total mess and it's not your job to clean it up
the boys lowkey leave their shit everywhere and you're always picking up lost things
Yamagata: Has anyone seen my phone?
You: Yamagata you left near the benches
(direct reference to his character sheet, that boy is always forgetting his phone lol)
bus rides are always a hoot
only you are allowed to bring your speaker and since you've got peak music taste coach allows it
you normally sit with semi or yamagata
sometimes you three sneak off to buy food but that's before you get yelled at
early ass matches genuinely have you being sleepy and getting ready on the bus
Washijo: Y/N why the hell are you putting makeup on for a volleyball game
You: Coach Idk how to tell you this but our school is known for sport and academics not for having cute boys, that belongs to Seijoh.
you're always locked in at competitions
gotta match their vibe yk
peep shiratorizawa aurafarming as they enter the stadium LMAOO
you're lowkey friends with all the other managers
a lot of the teams members (it's mainly semi and goshiki atp but whatever) confide in you and find you easy to talk to.
whenever someone has girl problems they go to you.
Semi: How do I impress her?
You: I agree with Tendo on this one you gotta stop dressing like that (IM KIDDING I LOVE HIS DRIP)
you get hit on a lot by players from other schools LOL
A/NÂČ: fingers crossed the huzz (my followers) decide to send me requests
synopsis â The turbulent weather at Night Raven College continues to trouble the prefect, placing them in an awkward position with the two housewardens. Upon hearing the prefect casually mention sleepovers with their friends, both boys become quite displeased. In an unexpected turn, Schoenheit and Kingscholar decide to form a temporary alliance to ensure that the prefect enjoys a more memorable sleepover experience with them.
genre â yandere, suggestive
warning â Everyone being touchy, Leona + prefect + Vil sandwich đ€€
note â no this is not me running out of ideas and used the same scenario as the Ace and Deuce fic ashasgh but you can say i wanna put these two in a similar situation đ at this point it kinda became its own series (including the Scarabia one),, fyi this fic changed songs like 3 times bc of how indecisive i was đ
more works: masterlist
now playing: gimme more - britney spears
Itâs quite ironic that the individual whom so many admire is captivated by someone seemingly ordinary. Someone who wields no magic, someone who came from another world. Yet, even amidst a crowd of enchanting figures, the prefect possesses a unique allure that draws people in. Itâs not merely about their appearance; itâs the intricate, otherworldly presence that radiates from them.
Vil is well aware of this, which is why he halted in his tracks upon unexpectedly encountering the prefect wandering through the empty halls of Night Raven College.
Club activities began shortly after classes were dismissed a little while ago. The weather remains warm and sunny, with the gentle rustling of leaves outside the college creating a soothing backdrop. The warm, golden light streaming through the large arched windows adds a cinematic touch to the atmosphere, making it an ideal time to be outdoors, at least for now.
Although Vil didnât have any club engagements this day, he had matters to address, just like the prefect, who had just concluded a conversation with the schoolâs faculty. A victorious smile spread across Vilâs face at the perfect opportunity to be alone with the person he sought attention from.
"What a pleasant surprise to run into you, prefect. Thought you'd be back in your dorm by now." He maintains a soft, soothing voice as he makes sure to charm the prefect. They respond with their warmest smile.
âI wanted to discuss the potion class assignment with Crewel just a moment ago. Iâm guessing that you donât have any club activities today.â Schoenheit gazes affectionately at them, his eyes gradually drifting down to their slightly loosened necktie.
Every time they turn the lights down
They flinch a little at the unexpected closeness he brings, adjusting their necktie with a warm smile. âAh, the ever-diligent student," Vil teases gently, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and mischief. "It's good to see someone taking their studies seriously. But I must confess, Iâm quite relieved our paths crossed today." He adds some sultriness to his voice to make himself even more charming, as if he wasn't already.
Just wanna go that extra mile for you
The prefect tilts their head curiously, prompting Vil to continue. "You see," he begins, a hint of vulnerability threading through his typically composed demeanor, "there's something about your presence thatâs... refreshing. Perhaps itâs the way you carry yourself, or the sincerity in your eyes. In a world where appearances often overshadow substance, you remind me that thereâs more to see beyond the surface."
Public display of affection
The prefect, taken aback by his candid admission, feels a flush of warmth rise to their cheeks. "Thank you, Vil. That means a lot coming from someone like you," they reply earnestly. With his eyes subtly darkening the longer he stares at their visage, the more he craves them. His gaze intensifies, as if he's memorizing every detail of their expression.
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)
Vil's smile widens, though a certain intensity lingers beneath his charming exterior. "You know," he murmurs, stepping just a fraction closer, "it's rare for me to find someone who captivates me so thoroughly. Your presence is like a melody I can't seem to forget." His voice lowers, a whisper meant only for them, as if the very air around them held secrets meant only for their ears. The prefect simply smiles, unaware of the intensity of emotions Schoenheit feels underneath the surface. But ignorance is bliss.
While the two are preoccupied with each other, they remain oblivious to the footsteps approaching from behind the prefect. Leona, who has just woken up from a nap in the school's botanical garden, is on his way to the Hall of Mirrors when he unexpectedly encounters the prefect standing too close to another man. He walks in his usual weary manner, but as he notices the unfolding scene, he lifts his head, eyes wide, for a split second. With furrowed brows, he quickens his pace and abruptly pulls the prefect close to his torso.
âHey, whatâs going on here?â Vil's mood sours the moment Leona arrives. With his arms crossed in disapproval, he reflects a sense of disappointment.
Leona's presence seems to cast a shadow over the moment, causing an awkward tension to hang in the air. The prefect, caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics, glances between the two, unsure of how to diffuse the situation.
âWe were simply discussing some... school matters. It's none of your business.â Vil retorts sharply, his voice laced with irritation. He uncrosses his arms, attempting to regain his composure, but the tension is palpable.
Leona, however, is not easily swayed. He leans slightly forward, his gaze unwavering. âDiscussing school matters? Really?â he questions, his tone dripping with skepticism. The prefect shifts uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Leona's scrutiny.
It is quite clear that the two boys are at odds with one another, but thereâs an underlying reason for their current hostility. This tension stems from their rivalry over the prefect they both admire. Leona, in particular, is reluctant to admit this in front of anyone else. However, Vil's possessive nature only escalates the situation. Neither of them is comfortable with the idea of their beloved paying attention to the other.
"It's okay, Leona. Vil wasn't doing anything bad to me," the prefect tries their best to ease the tension as both boys exchange hostile looks. But before anyone could utter another word, loud noises gradually filled the air. A throng of students flooded the hallway from various directions, with some coming from nearby classrooms and others returning from their designated club activities around the school grounds. It seems that the enthusiasm to head back to their dorms stems from the fact that today is Friday, which fuels their eagerness to welcome the weekend.
The crowd grew so dense that the area became cramped, with everyone hurriedly making their way back to their dorms. In this tight situation, both Schoenheit and Kingscholar found themselves pushed into the prefect. The prefect's back pressed against Leona's torso, while their front was flush into Vil's. A pair of hands was positioned on either side of their body, while another pair rested gently on their shoulders to hold them steady.
This close proximity caused the prefect to feel a wave of embarrassment, their face turning a bright shade of pink as they became acutely aware of the contrasting scents of perfume and body spray emanating from each boy.
It took a few more minutes for the hallway to clear completely, as the swarm of students hurried back to their dorms. Once only the trio remained, both Vil and Leona stepped away from the prefect to check on their well-being. Vil, always graceful and attentive, gently cupped the prefect's face, examining it closely to ensure they were okay. The prefect's previously flushed cheeks began to calm down.
âPrefect, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?â he inquired, his face a blend of concern and gentleness as he cautiously examined their face. Meanwhile, Leona remained silent, observing the Pomefiore Housewardenâs actions. Watching everything unfold with irritation. When the prefect wasnât looking, Vil shot a taunting look at the Prince, provoking him about his closeness to them. Leona shrugged and reached towards the prefectâs arm.
âTch. Thatâs enough. Letâs just go.â Frustrated with the recent events, he firmly pulled the prefect along, leading them out of the school building toward the Ramshackle dorm. The prefect, bewildered by the sudden shift, could only follow. Kingscholarâs grip was not too tight, but it was strong enough to guide them along.
âYou worthless prince!â Vil grumbled irritably, trailing behind as he still felt unsatisfied with the time he had alone with the prefect. He was also unwilling to allow the lion to be alone with them. Schoenheit needed to ensure he wouldnât get ahead of him. However, as the trio made their way across the school grounds toward the Ramshackle dorm, they remained oblivious to the sky gradually turning grey.
Entering the ramshackle dorm, Leona finally releases their hand and strides directly into the living room. He casually flops down onto the large sofa, lying sideways and using a pillow to support his head. Vil, still visibly annoyed, stands at the entrance to the living room, arms crossed in disapproval.
âDid you really have to drag them like that?â he asks, joining the prefect as they both watch the drowsy figure on the sofa. âDonât you think this behavior is unacceptable, prefect?â The prefect can only respond with a sheepish smile, uncertain of how to handle the lion beastman. After all, it has become quite common for him to waltz into their dorm just to take a nap. âHonestly, this isnât the first time. At this point, Iâve grown accustomed to it.â
A sudden clap of thunder jolts everyone in the room, catching them off guard. Through the windows, they notice the sky has turned a dark shade of grey, signaling the onset of a torrential downpour. The wind picks up, growing stronger, and the rain pours down heavily, making it impossible for anyone to venture outside. Amidst this chaos, hurried footsteps echo from the stairs, revealing Grim as he frantically rushes down, clearly startled awake by the storm.
âHenchman!â he exclaims, leaping into the prefect's arms and clinging tightly. âI was just taking a nap, and the weather was perfectly fine! The storm woke meââ He then notices two figures also trapped under the dormitory's roof. âWhat?! What are you two doing here??â
Vil nonchalantly looks away with a touch of sass, while Leona, having just closed his eyes moments before, remains silent. The prefect lets out a nervous laugh, attempting to ease the tension. âThey walked me here. Um, does this mean you guys are stuck here for the night?â
Grim furrows his brow in confusion. âWhat? Donât you all have some kind of teleportation magic? Canât you just go back without getting drenched?â
Vil replies with a disinterested expression, âYouâre mistaken, Grim. Only certain individuals possess that ability.â
âWeâre not like that lizard, furball.â Even with his eyes closed, Leona is attentive to the conversation. An awkward silence follows, leaving the prefect feeling embarrassed, as they ponder whether it was incorrect to assume all housewardens had the ability to teleport.
"Haha... since my bed is too small for two or even more people, I guess I'll grab some preparations from upstairs. But I only got some of Ace's and Deuce's clothes in my room, and I don't know if you guys would fit mine so...." At the names they dropped, both Vil and Leona, with one of his eyes open, shot the prefect a questioning look.
"Ace?"
"Deuce?"
"Oh, both of them were here just not long ago. We slept together in the living room too. They left their clothes here in case something similar happens again."
It suddenly struck them that a very similar situation had occurred with Ace and Deuce. At least the prefect had felt at ease with them; this situation, however, is entirely different. Unbeknownst to the prefect, both housewardens tense up at the mention of them sharing a space with those two troublemakers from Heartslabyul. Their expressions darken, clearly displeased by this information. Vil lets out a deep sigh.
âSo Rook was rightâŠâ Vilâs mind races with an influx of thoughts, while the prefect looks at him, puzzled by his remark.
âR-RookâŠ?â Vil quickly grasps their shoulders, startling them with the sudden touch. He gazes at them with an affectionate look, almost resembling a pleading puppy, and asks, âBut youâll stay with me too, right, prefect? You canât just leave me alone with him.â Leona simply returns to closing his eyes, while the prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down.
âYes... I will be with you both, donât worry. I wouldnât want to sleep alone in this weather anyway.â They gently release Vilâs hands and turn away, saying, âGrim and I are going to grab the pillows and blankets. Weâll be back before you know it.â
A knock echoes from the door of the prefect's room. At that moment, they stand before their open wardrobe, contemplating which clothing to lend the two housewardens for the night. Promptly, they call out to the person outside to enter. The door swings open to reveal Leona, wearing his signature nonchalant expression.
"Youâre taking so long," he remarks softly as he closes the door behind him.
"Sorry, I just canât decide what clothes to lend you for tonight." Leona's gaze falls on a folded shirt on the bed, and he strides over to it. Panic sets in for the prefect.
"Wait! Thatâsâ"
Itâs an oversized, cozy shirt they purchased during a weekend adventure in downtown Sage's Island. Designed for a relaxed fit, itâs a one-size-fits-all piece they enjoyed wearing the night before and hadnât washed yet because they intended to wear it again. But before they can intervene, Leona snatches it up.
"I know, and Iâm perfectly fine with it." The prefect drops their hand in resignation, watching in silence as the lion beastman continues. Unexpectedly, he begins to unbutton his vest, letting it fall onto the bed. The prefect opens their mouth to ask what heâs doing but stops, caught off guard.
Next, he reaches for the top button of his shirt, locking eyes with them. With a playful glint in his eye, he slowly unbuttons, creating palpable tension in the air. The prefectâs heartbeat quickens, yet they remain silent, unsure of how to react.
Cameras are flashing
Leona continues unbuttoning until he reaches the middle of his torso; with the collar of his shirt falling to one side, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His smile broadens as the prefect struggles to decide whether to maintain eye contact or sneak a glimpse at his physique. At that moment, they felt compelled to remain watching. And the lion is clearly enjoying the moment. Finally, as he discards his shirt, the room seems to shrink, drawing them into an intimate world where nothing else exists but the two of them. Unveiling his chiseled torso under the warm glow of the room's lighting.
They keep watching
Leona's leisurely pace is both a tease and a torment, his gaze fixed on them with a promise that stirs something deep within. The prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down their neck, despite the chilly atmosphere created by the rain. He slips his arms into the oversized shirt, quickly inhaling the scent of the fabric that belonged to the prefect the previous night. He buttons the shirt from the bottom to the top, leaving a few buttons undone at the collar. As his hands rest on the waistband of his slacks, he suddenly halts.
Keep watching
Leona's eyes never waver from the prefect, his expression a mixture of mischief and something more intense, something almost too complex for them to grasp. âOops, donât be greedy,â he remarks. The prefect instinctively turns away, their face burning bright red like a tomato. Leona can't help but smile, relishing the moment he caught them off guard. He strides over to the pile of pillows and blankets they had gathered earlier in the center of the room and picks them up.
âIâm taking these with me,â he declares, before exiting the room, leaving the prefect to regain their composure. As the blush fades, they glance back at the emptiness left behind and give their own face a brisk slap to dispel the confusing thoughts swirling in their mind.
As the prefect descends the stairs from the second floor, they notice that all the furniture has been moved aside. A makeshift bed crafted from layers of blankets lies in the center, with pillows arranged neatly, except for one that Leona has clearly used for sleeping. Grim is sound asleep on the pile of pillows near the sofa. However, what catches the prefect's attention is Vil, already dressed in his loungewear, casually brushing his hair while seated on the sofa.
âVil?? How did you get yoââ
âRook delivered it to me, and no, Iâm still staying for the night.â
Vil's response leaves the prefect even more perplexed. If what he says is true, then how did Rook manage to come all the way here from Pomefiore in this weather? The relentless heavy rain shows no signs of letting up. With a sigh, they put down the sweater they had intended to give him and lie down in the center of the makeshift bed. Vil joins them, pulling the warm blanket over them both.
While reclining, the prefect couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing to their side, they spotted Schoenheit admiring them. He shuffled closer and gently placed his hand over theirs. A smile broke across their face as they saw one of the island's famous stars enjoying a moment of relaxation on a makeshift bed beneath the dilapidated dorm. The irony.
"I'm glad to see you're comfortable, Vil."
"What? Do you think I'm high maintenance? I'm perfectly fine here as well." He adjusted his manicured hand to rest on the prefect's torso, snuggling closer. "As long as you're here, I'm more than comfortable." He propped himself up on his stomach, draping one leg over the prefect's. The cold, slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater the prefect wore, wandering across their torso. A blush crept onto their cheeks, intensifying when Vil pressed a kiss to one side of their jaw. Their mouth fell open as they noticed some movement on the other sideâLeona, with a mischievous grin, leaned in closer.
"Look at them, utterly speechless." His voice was soft, almost whispering, sending shivers down their spine. He took the prefect's other hand, bringing it closer to his lips. He playfully bit two of their fingers, causing the prefect to panic over the antics of the two housewardens.
"W-what are you guys doing?" Vil's hands settled on either side of the prefect's waist. He chuckles softly, his breath warm against the prefect's skin. "Oh, just making sure you feel appreciated," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that lingered in the air.
Leona, not one to be outdone, shifted even closer, his presence a comforting heat. "You seem a little tense," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "Let us help you relax."
The prefect's heart raced, caught between the two housewardens whose attention was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Vil's fingers traced delicate patterns, his touch light and teasing, while Leona's grip was firm and reassuring.
"You're not objecting, are you?" Vil's eyes sparkled with mischief, his lips brushing against the prefect's ear. Meanwhile, Leona's gaze was intense; his eyes locked onto theirs with a look that was hard to resist. As Vil and Leona continued their gentle ministrations, they found themselves surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the two housewardens' embrace,
âK-keep going...â the prefect squeaks, their breath catching as they push forward. âGimme more...â
Both Schoenheit and Kingscholar share a dark giggle at this request, clearly pleased to oblige. With an arm draped affectionately over the prefect's shoulders, Leona pulls back the collar of their sweater to reveal their collarbone and leans in for a gentle, warm kiss. Meanwhile, Vil snuggles closer to their neck, delivering a passionate kiss filled with hunger.
The prefectâs heart raced, caught in the delightful whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Surrounded by the warmth and affection of Vil and Leona, they felt a sense of belonging, a moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered but the gentle touch and the soft murmurs of affection shared beneath the dim glow of the setting sun. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic beating of three hearts in perfect harmony. Gradually, they all fell asleep while snuggled together.
a word from the DJ đż:
As you can tell, my writings are mostly based off/inspired by songs. Itâs not that I canât come up with original plot ideas but I found it easier to write things this way. At the end of the day, I make this blog to practice my writing and for fun only, so it is up to me how I write âŹâȘ (since 2025)
Some posts are flagged as mature for some reason by tumblr but I can assure you NONE are NSFW
still, Minors Do Not Interact
âźË.â Night Raven College ââââââ
đȘHeartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts
Just for Me | 1.1k
"Do you wipe them just for me?"
Ace Trappola
Mr. Possessive | 829 words
âNo seriously, get your hands off my prefect.â
Private (with Deuce) | 1.9k words
"Shh, keepin' it private."
Deuce Spade
Private (with Ace) | 1.9k words
"Shh, keepin' it private."
Cater Diamond
Break up with Your Boyfriend(s), Iâm Bored | 951 words
"Damn, this ain't fair!"
Trey Clover
Dark Red | 1.1k words
"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me"
đȘSavannaclaw
Leona Kingscholar
Territorial | 1.7k words
"Once I claim my territory, I get territorial."
Gimme More (with Vil) | 3.3k words
"Keep watching"
Ruggie Bucchi
IFHY | 1.4k words
"I fucking hate you, but I love you."
Jack Howl
All I Did Was Dream of You | 1.3k words
"Stay, stay or just leave me be"
đȘOctavinelle
Is It a Crime? | 2.9k words
"And I want you to want me, too"
Azul Ashengrotto
Die For You | 1.7k words
"And you won't find no one that's better"
Jade Leech
I Wanna be Yours | 1.2k words
"Maybe I just wanna be yours"
đȘScarabia
All I Really Want is You | 1.9k words
"As I whisper,"
Jamil Viper
Make You Mine | 1k words
"I wanna feel, wanna taste, wanna get you going."
đȘPomefiore
Vil Schoenheit
So Greedy! | 1k words
âDearest, you know that I'm so greedy for your love.â
Starlight | 1.2k words
Gimme More (with Leona) | 3.3k words
"Keep watching"
Rook Hunt
Paparazzi | 424 words
"I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me"
Secrets | 1.6k words
"Everybody here wants you, mon amour"
đȘIgnihyde
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đȘDiasomnia
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âźË.â Royal Sword Academy âââââ
đȘCharblanche
Neige Leblanche
Melting | 1k words
"Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while."
đȘDunasmina
Minajael Tealrajah / Minhaj Al-rajah
Cool With You | 1.6k words
âYou know me like no other.â
đȘMarinafinne
Rielle Corallia
Serious! | 1.6k
"I think I'm coming down with something"
Lay All Your Love on Me | 1.8k
"I wasn't jealous before we met"
synopsis â The turbulent weather at Night Raven College continues to trouble the prefect, placing them in an awkward position with the two housewardens. Upon hearing the prefect casually mention sleepovers with their friends, both boys become quite displeased. In an unexpected turn, Schoenheit and Kingscholar decide to form a temporary alliance to ensure that the prefect enjoys a more memorable sleepover experience with them.
genre â yandere, suggestive
warning â Everyone being touchy, Leona + prefect + Vil sandwich đ€€
note â no this is not me running out of ideas and used the same scenario as the Ace and Deuce fic ashasgh but you can say i wanna put these two in a similar situation đ at this point it kinda became its own series (including the Scarabia one),, fyi this fic changed songs like 3 times bc of how indecisive i was đ
more works: masterlist
now playing: gimme more - britney spears
Itâs quite ironic that the individual whom so many admire is captivated by someone seemingly ordinary. Someone who wields no magic, someone who came from another world. Yet, even amidst a crowd of enchanting figures, the prefect possesses a unique allure that draws people in. Itâs not merely about their appearance; itâs the intricate, otherworldly presence that radiates from them.
Vil is well aware of this, which is why he halted in his tracks upon unexpectedly encountering the prefect wandering through the empty halls of Night Raven College.
Club activities began shortly after classes were dismissed a little while ago. The weather remains warm and sunny, with the gentle rustling of leaves outside the college creating a soothing backdrop. The warm, golden light streaming through the large arched windows adds a cinematic touch to the atmosphere, making it an ideal time to be outdoors, at least for now.
Although Vil didnât have any club engagements this day, he had matters to address, just like the prefect, who had just concluded a conversation with the schoolâs faculty. A victorious smile spread across Vilâs face at the perfect opportunity to be alone with the person he sought attention from.
"What a pleasant surprise to run into you, prefect. Thought you'd be back in your dorm by now." He maintains a soft, soothing voice as he makes sure to charm the prefect. They respond with their warmest smile.
âI wanted to discuss the potion class assignment with Crewel just a moment ago. Iâm guessing that you donât have any club activities today.â Schoenheit gazes affectionately at them, his eyes gradually drifting down to their slightly loosened necktie.
Every time they turn the lights down
They flinch a little at the unexpected closeness he brings, adjusting their necktie with a warm smile. âAh, the ever-diligent student," Vil teases gently, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and mischief. "It's good to see someone taking their studies seriously. But I must confess, Iâm quite relieved our paths crossed today." He adds some sultriness to his voice to make himself even more charming, as if he wasn't already.
Just wanna go that extra mile for you
The prefect tilts their head curiously, prompting Vil to continue. "You see," he begins, a hint of vulnerability threading through his typically composed demeanor, "there's something about your presence thatâs... refreshing. Perhaps itâs the way you carry yourself, or the sincerity in your eyes. In a world where appearances often overshadow substance, you remind me that thereâs more to see beyond the surface."
Public display of affection
The prefect, taken aback by his candid admission, feels a flush of warmth rise to their cheeks. "Thank you, Vil. That means a lot coming from someone like you," they reply earnestly. With his eyes subtly darkening the longer he stares at their visage, the more he craves them. His gaze intensifies, as if he's memorizing every detail of their expression.
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)
Vil's smile widens, though a certain intensity lingers beneath his charming exterior. "You know," he murmurs, stepping just a fraction closer, "it's rare for me to find someone who captivates me so thoroughly. Your presence is like a melody I can't seem to forget." His voice lowers, a whisper meant only for them, as if the very air around them held secrets meant only for their ears. The prefect simply smiles, unaware of the intensity of emotions Schoenheit feels underneath the surface. But ignorance is bliss.
While the two are preoccupied with each other, they remain oblivious to the footsteps approaching from behind the prefect. Leona, who has just woken up from a nap in the school's botanical garden, is on his way to the Hall of Mirrors when he unexpectedly encounters the prefect standing too close to another man. He walks in his usual weary manner, but as he notices the unfolding scene, he lifts his head, eyes wide, for a split second. With furrowed brows, he quickens his pace and abruptly pulls the prefect close to his torso.
âHey, whatâs going on here?â Vil's mood sours the moment Leona arrives. With his arms crossed in disapproval, he reflects a sense of disappointment.
Leona's presence seems to cast a shadow over the moment, causing an awkward tension to hang in the air. The prefect, caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics, glances between the two, unsure of how to diffuse the situation.
âWe were simply discussing some... school matters. It's none of your business.â Vil retorts sharply, his voice laced with irritation. He uncrosses his arms, attempting to regain his composure, but the tension is palpable.
Leona, however, is not easily swayed. He leans slightly forward, his gaze unwavering. âDiscussing school matters? Really?â he questions, his tone dripping with skepticism. The prefect shifts uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Leona's scrutiny.
It is quite clear that the two boys are at odds with one another, but thereâs an underlying reason for their current hostility. This tension stems from their rivalry over the prefect they both admire. Leona, in particular, is reluctant to admit this in front of anyone else. However, Vil's possessive nature only escalates the situation. Neither of them is comfortable with the idea of their beloved paying attention to the other.
"It's okay, Leona. Vil wasn't doing anything bad to me," the prefect tries their best to ease the tension as both boys exchange hostile looks. But before anyone could utter another word, loud noises gradually filled the air. A throng of students flooded the hallway from various directions, with some coming from nearby classrooms and others returning from their designated club activities around the school grounds. It seems that the enthusiasm to head back to their dorms stems from the fact that today is Friday, which fuels their eagerness to welcome the weekend.
The crowd grew so dense that the area became cramped, with everyone hurriedly making their way back to their dorms. In this tight situation, both Schoenheit and Kingscholar found themselves pushed into the prefect. The prefect's back pressed against Leona's torso, while their front was flush into Vil's. A pair of hands was positioned on either side of their body, while another pair rested gently on their shoulders to hold them steady.
This close proximity caused the prefect to feel a wave of embarrassment, their face turning a bright shade of pink as they became acutely aware of the contrasting scents of perfume and body spray emanating from each boy.
It took a few more minutes for the hallway to clear completely, as the swarm of students hurried back to their dorms. Once only the trio remained, both Vil and Leona stepped away from the prefect to check on their well-being. Vil, always graceful and attentive, gently cupped the prefect's face, examining it closely to ensure they were okay. The prefect's previously flushed cheeks began to calm down.
âPrefect, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?â he inquired, his face a blend of concern and gentleness as he cautiously examined their face. Meanwhile, Leona remained silent, observing the Pomefiore Housewardenâs actions. Watching everything unfold with irritation. When the prefect wasnât looking, Vil shot a taunting look at the Prince, provoking him about his closeness to them. Leona shrugged and reached towards the prefectâs arm.
âTch. Thatâs enough. Letâs just go.â Frustrated with the recent events, he firmly pulled the prefect along, leading them out of the school building toward the Ramshackle dorm. The prefect, bewildered by the sudden shift, could only follow. Kingscholarâs grip was not too tight, but it was strong enough to guide them along.
âYou worthless prince!â Vil grumbled irritably, trailing behind as he still felt unsatisfied with the time he had alone with the prefect. He was also unwilling to allow the lion to be alone with them. Schoenheit needed to ensure he wouldnât get ahead of him. However, as the trio made their way across the school grounds toward the Ramshackle dorm, they remained oblivious to the sky gradually turning grey.
Entering the ramshackle dorm, Leona finally releases their hand and strides directly into the living room. He casually flops down onto the large sofa, lying sideways and using a pillow to support his head. Vil, still visibly annoyed, stands at the entrance to the living room, arms crossed in disapproval.
âDid you really have to drag them like that?â he asks, joining the prefect as they both watch the drowsy figure on the sofa. âDonât you think this behavior is unacceptable, prefect?â The prefect can only respond with a sheepish smile, uncertain of how to handle the lion beastman. After all, it has become quite common for him to waltz into their dorm just to take a nap. âHonestly, this isnât the first time. At this point, Iâve grown accustomed to it.â
A sudden clap of thunder jolts everyone in the room, catching them off guard. Through the windows, they notice the sky has turned a dark shade of grey, signaling the onset of a torrential downpour. The wind picks up, growing stronger, and the rain pours down heavily, making it impossible for anyone to venture outside. Amidst this chaos, hurried footsteps echo from the stairs, revealing Grim as he frantically rushes down, clearly startled awake by the storm.
âHenchman!â he exclaims, leaping into the prefect's arms and clinging tightly. âI was just taking a nap, and the weather was perfectly fine! The storm woke meââ He then notices two figures also trapped under the dormitory's roof. âWhat?! What are you two doing here??â
Vil nonchalantly looks away with a touch of sass, while Leona, having just closed his eyes moments before, remains silent. The prefect lets out a nervous laugh, attempting to ease the tension. âThey walked me here. Um, does this mean you guys are stuck here for the night?â
Grim furrows his brow in confusion. âWhat? Donât you all have some kind of teleportation magic? Canât you just go back without getting drenched?â
Vil replies with a disinterested expression, âYouâre mistaken, Grim. Only certain individuals possess that ability.â
âWeâre not like that lizard, furball.â Even with his eyes closed, Leona is attentive to the conversation. An awkward silence follows, leaving the prefect feeling embarrassed, as they ponder whether it was incorrect to assume all housewardens had the ability to teleport.
"Haha... since my bed is too small for two or even more people, I guess I'll grab some preparations from upstairs. But I only got some of Ace's and Deuce's clothes in my room, and I don't know if you guys would fit mine so...." At the names they dropped, both Vil and Leona, with one of his eyes open, shot the prefect a questioning look.
"Ace?"
"Deuce?"
"Oh, both of them were here just not long ago. We slept together in the living room too. They left their clothes here in case something similar happens again."
It suddenly struck them that a very similar situation had occurred with Ace and Deuce. At least the prefect had felt at ease with them; this situation, however, is entirely different. Unbeknownst to the prefect, both housewardens tense up at the mention of them sharing a space with those two troublemakers from Heartslabyul. Their expressions darken, clearly displeased by this information. Vil lets out a deep sigh.
âSo Rook was rightâŠâ Vilâs mind races with an influx of thoughts, while the prefect looks at him, puzzled by his remark.
âR-RookâŠ?â Vil quickly grasps their shoulders, startling them with the sudden touch. He gazes at them with an affectionate look, almost resembling a pleading puppy, and asks, âBut youâll stay with me too, right, prefect? You canât just leave me alone with him.â Leona simply returns to closing his eyes, while the prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down.
âYes... I will be with you both, donât worry. I wouldnât want to sleep alone in this weather anyway.â They gently release Vilâs hands and turn away, saying, âGrim and I are going to grab the pillows and blankets. Weâll be back before you know it.â
A knock echoes from the door of the prefect's room. At that moment, they stand before their open wardrobe, contemplating which clothing to lend the two housewardens for the night. Promptly, they call out to the person outside to enter. The door swings open to reveal Leona, wearing his signature nonchalant expression.
"Youâre taking so long," he remarks softly as he closes the door behind him.
"Sorry, I just canât decide what clothes to lend you for tonight." Leona's gaze falls on a folded shirt on the bed, and he strides over to it. Panic sets in for the prefect.
"Wait! Thatâsâ"
Itâs an oversized, cozy shirt they purchased during a weekend adventure in downtown Sage's Island. Designed for a relaxed fit, itâs a one-size-fits-all piece they enjoyed wearing the night before and hadnât washed yet because they intended to wear it again. But before they can intervene, Leona snatches it up.
"I know, and Iâm perfectly fine with it." The prefect drops their hand in resignation, watching in silence as the lion beastman continues. Unexpectedly, he begins to unbutton his vest, letting it fall onto the bed. The prefect opens their mouth to ask what heâs doing but stops, caught off guard.
Next, he reaches for the top button of his shirt, locking eyes with them. With a playful glint in his eye, he slowly unbuttons, creating palpable tension in the air. The prefectâs heartbeat quickens, yet they remain silent, unsure of how to react.
Cameras are flashing
Leona continues unbuttoning until he reaches the middle of his torso; with the collar of his shirt falling to one side, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His smile broadens as the prefect struggles to decide whether to maintain eye contact or sneak a glimpse at his physique. At that moment, they felt compelled to remain watching. And the lion is clearly enjoying the moment. Finally, as he discards his shirt, the room seems to shrink, drawing them into an intimate world where nothing else exists but the two of them. Unveiling his chiseled torso under the warm glow of the room's lighting.
They keep watching
Leona's leisurely pace is both a tease and a torment, his gaze fixed on them with a promise that stirs something deep within. The prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down their neck, despite the chilly atmosphere created by the rain. He slips his arms into the oversized shirt, quickly inhaling the scent of the fabric that belonged to the prefect the previous night. He buttons the shirt from the bottom to the top, leaving a few buttons undone at the collar. As his hands rest on the waistband of his slacks, he suddenly halts.
Keep watching
Leona's eyes never waver from the prefect, his expression a mixture of mischief and something more intense, something almost too complex for them to grasp. âOops, donât be greedy,â he remarks. The prefect instinctively turns away, their face burning bright red like a tomato. Leona can't help but smile, relishing the moment he caught them off guard. He strides over to the pile of pillows and blankets they had gathered earlier in the center of the room and picks them up.
âIâm taking these with me,â he declares, before exiting the room, leaving the prefect to regain their composure. As the blush fades, they glance back at the emptiness left behind and give their own face a brisk slap to dispel the confusing thoughts swirling in their mind.
As the prefect descends the stairs from the second floor, they notice that all the furniture has been moved aside. A makeshift bed crafted from layers of blankets lies in the center, with pillows arranged neatly, except for one that Leona has clearly used for sleeping. Grim is sound asleep on the pile of pillows near the sofa. However, what catches the prefect's attention is Vil, already dressed in his loungewear, casually brushing his hair while seated on the sofa.
âVil?? How did you get yoââ
âRook delivered it to me, and no, Iâm still staying for the night.â
Vil's response leaves the prefect even more perplexed. If what he says is true, then how did Rook manage to come all the way here from Pomefiore in this weather? The relentless heavy rain shows no signs of letting up. With a sigh, they put down the sweater they had intended to give him and lie down in the center of the makeshift bed. Vil joins them, pulling the warm blanket over them both.
While reclining, the prefect couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing to their side, they spotted Schoenheit admiring them. He shuffled closer and gently placed his hand over theirs. A smile broke across their face as they saw one of the island's famous stars enjoying a moment of relaxation on a makeshift bed beneath the dilapidated dorm. The irony.
"I'm glad to see you're comfortable, Vil."
"What? Do you think I'm high maintenance? I'm perfectly fine here as well." He adjusted his manicured hand to rest on the prefect's torso, snuggling closer. "As long as you're here, I'm more than comfortable." He propped himself up on his stomach, draping one leg over the prefect's. The cold, slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater the prefect wore, wandering across their torso. A blush crept onto their cheeks, intensifying when Vil pressed a kiss to one side of their jaw. Their mouth fell open as they noticed some movement on the other sideâLeona, with a mischievous grin, leaned in closer.
"Look at them, utterly speechless." His voice was soft, almost whispering, sending shivers down their spine. He took the prefect's other hand, bringing it closer to his lips. He playfully bit two of their fingers, causing the prefect to panic over the antics of the two housewardens.
"W-what are you guys doing?" Vil's hands settled on either side of the prefect's waist. He chuckles softly, his breath warm against the prefect's skin. "Oh, just making sure you feel appreciated," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that lingered in the air.
Leona, not one to be outdone, shifted even closer, his presence a comforting heat. "You seem a little tense," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "Let us help you relax."
The prefect's heart raced, caught between the two housewardens whose attention was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Vil's fingers traced delicate patterns, his touch light and teasing, while Leona's grip was firm and reassuring.
"You're not objecting, are you?" Vil's eyes sparkled with mischief, his lips brushing against the prefect's ear. Meanwhile, Leona's gaze was intense; his eyes locked onto theirs with a look that was hard to resist. As Vil and Leona continued their gentle ministrations, they found themselves surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the two housewardens' embrace,
âK-keep going...â the prefect squeaks, their breath catching as they push forward. âGimme more...â
Both Schoenheit and Kingscholar share a dark giggle at this request, clearly pleased to oblige. With an arm draped affectionately over the prefect's shoulders, Leona pulls back the collar of their sweater to reveal their collarbone and leans in for a gentle, warm kiss. Meanwhile, Vil snuggles closer to their neck, delivering a passionate kiss filled with hunger.
The prefectâs heart raced, caught in the delightful whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Surrounded by the warmth and affection of Vil and Leona, they felt a sense of belonging, a moment suspended in time where nothing else mattered but the gentle touch and the soft murmurs of affection shared beneath the dim glow of the setting sun. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic beating of three hearts in perfect harmony. Gradually, they all fell asleep while snuggled together.
will u do the Housewardens (+Jamil) x fem reader with that one TikTok trend where the girl would refer to her bf as her husband to see the reaction pls and thank u :)
have a wonderful whatever time of day it is 4 u :)
My âHusbandâ and I
Housewardens + Jamil x Fem Reader
Notes: Hey, yâall long time no see, I was dealing with a bunch of irl stuff again, but Iâm back now. Iâm gonna try to post 2-3 times a week, but I might be a little slower as I get back use to writing. This post is gonna be based off a TikTok trend, also Iâm trying something new with my writing format. I hope you have a wonderful day too anonđ! This may or may not be cringey.
Riddle
It was surprising that Riddle even agreed to do a tiktok with you in the first place, but you were too excited to dwell on that fact. You quickly set your phone up on the kitchen table, under the guise of doing some kind of food challenge. Riddle got pulled into view by you as your pressed record.
Riddle already looked surprised by your slight aggression, but even more so as you say the first couple words of the video.
âHey guys! So today, my husband and I-âŠâ
âHusband!?â, Riddle interrupts you with shock as his face turns bright red, not knowing whether to be flattered that you think of him that way already, or embarrassed that youâre calling him that so casually.
âRiddle, you just ruined the video!â, you playfully whine, but then you kiss his cheek, âAnd yeah, âhusbandâ, thatâs what youâre going to be one day arenât you?â
You grin as Riddle continues to stare at you in disbelief, but then his expression softens into fondness as he speaks up again, âYesâŠI suppose I will be, My Rose, or should I say âMy Wifeâ, he smiles softly.
Leona
Leona only agreed to this because you told him youâd nap with him for the rest of the day, you just sighed and hoped the consequences of skiving off Crewelâs class wouldnât be too bad.
You set your phone up on top of Leonaâs dresser, making sure that both of you were in frame. You didnât tell Leona what you two would be doing in the video, but you figured he probably wouldnât care anyway.
âHello, welcome to my new video! Today, my husband and I are going to be trying on each otherâs gloves.â, you smile nonchalantly, making up something random on the spot.
Leona looked at you in surprise, the word âhusbandâ not not even registering in his head at first. He knew the love for each other ran deep, but he still never wouldâve thought youâd refer to him that way, or at least not so soon when he hasnât felt like he proved himself.
He quickly regains his composure though, not wanting you to see how much that nickname means to him, âOut of all challenges, of course youâd choose the most mundane one, if you wanna wear my clothes, just ask, Herbivore.â, he says as he hands his gloves to you with a smirk and the tiniest hint of bashfulness on his face.
Azul
You convinced Azul to do a tiktok with you, telling him that it was to promote the new sale at the Mostro Lounge. Azul, eager to trick people into making contracts keep his business up and running, agreed and even set the video up on his phone.
He switched over to the official Mostro Lounge account and set up the phone, so both of you were visible, unaware that you were about to play a little prank on him as soon as he presses record.
âAttention new and returning patrons, are you looking for something tasty and cheap to eat?â, Azul starts off as if heâs making a video for a school project.
âIf so-âŠâ, you try to pause for dramatic effect, but end up pausing because youâre trying not to laugh, âMy husband and I have quite the deal for you!â
âWaitâŠâ, Azul looks at you with a strange expression, something between shock and confusion as his face started flush, âHuman relationships canât possibly move this fast, can they? I mean, itâs only been a couple months, surely-âŠâ
You cut him off with a kiss on the lips, âIâm just being silly, Honey, but itâs wouldnât hurt for you to call me your wife back.â, you giggle as he looks away from you in flustered frustration.
Kalim
Kalim was the one to ask to do a tiktok with you. He was scrolling through your page, admiring how beautiful and happy you looked as you danced and dancing your silly little dances. He then started to notice that the two of you havenât done a video together in a while.
He then found you on the couch of Scarabia lounge and begged you to make a video with him. You said yes of course, but the way he seemed so excited gave you the idea to play a lighthearted prank on him for the video, you didnât tell him that though.
You set up your phone against some cushions, then pressed record.
âGood afternoon, my lovelies, today my husband and I are going to look at each other, look into each otherâs eyes, and say three things we love about each other.â, you grin as you grab his hands and squeeze them, wondering if heâll catch onto the fact youâre joking.
Whether he did or he didnât, one thingâs for sure, he ended up flustering you a lot more than you intended to fluster him.
âOoh, Iâll go first!â, he exclaims as he squeezes your hands back, âI love the sound of your voice, I love how youâre never afraid to be yourself, andâŠâ, he takes a deep breath, then beams at you even more, âI love that youâre going to be my future wife someday.â
Jamil
Jamil only agreed to do this to make you happy, he wasnât exactly the type of person to just post spontaneous videos and pictures of himself. Heâd do it every once in a while as long if you didnât want him participating in anything stupid.
What you were planning may or may not be stupid, but at least it wouldnât result in anyone getting hurt, or at least you hoped not as you set your phone up on the counter and hit record.
âHey, everyone, today me and my husband are going to be cooking up some harissa falafel.â, you look up at Jamil, expecting him to know exactly what to say next, despite the fact that you hadnât uttered a singular word about cooking before the video.
âYes, thatâs right.â, Jamil starts off, pretending to play along for a whole three seconds before he looks directly at you, âFirst step is explaining what got into you to make you so bold today?â
You were honestly expecting that response, but what you didnât expect was the hint of nervousness in his eyes, as if he didnât think that he was worthy of such a title.
âOh, nothing, just wanted to make sure you knew I loved you.â, you say as you cup his face in your hands.
Vil
Vil was about to ask you, but you beat him to it. He instantly agreed and dragged you away to his closet to pick out the perfect âcamera readyâ outfits. Then he brought out some new makeup products he had gotten earlier this week.
While he was setting the makeup out, you set up your phone on his vanity, then you guys sat up straight like perfect models as you pressed record.
âWelcome back to my page, dazzlings!â, you greet your viewers with enthusiasm, while Vil held a polished smile. âToday, my husband and I are going to be trying-âŠâ
âHusband?â, Vil interrupts, though not out of rudeness, but out of amusement, and the feeling of being able to be himself around you, âItâs a bit soon donât you think? Perhaps you should wait until I properly propose, and youâre officially my wife, or else the title wouldnât feel all that special.â
You giggle a bit at him, explaining that it was just a joke, but little did you know, he was blushing brightly underneath all the concealer he was wearing. He hadnât considered how wonderful itâd sound to hear the words âhusbandâ coming from you, and directed at him sound rolling off your tongue.
Idia
It was already a miracle that you somehow convinced Idia to make a tiktok with you that actually involved him physically being in the video. Youâre just lucky that youâre too adorable to resist, and your offer of spending the entire weekend in his room was too good to pass up.
You let Idia get comfortable on the floor beside you, waiting until he let you know that he was ready, not wanting to mess up this once in a blue moon opportunity. Then when he did, you pressed record.
âSup, epic gamers, welcome back to my page! Today my husband and I are going to be ranking-âŠâ, you paused for a moment, your confidence smile quickly transforming into a concerned frown, âHey, Idia, are you okayâŠ?â
Idia doesnât say anything, he just sits there stiffly, his hair flaring bright pink and his jaw dropped to the ground. The only other time youâve seen him make that specific face is when you first asked him out, and he nearly passed out.
You realized this prank was probably a bad idea considering how easily flustered Idia gets, but you were sort of half expecting him to tease you back or something. You figured he just wasnât in the mood for fun and games right now.
Right before you were about to yell out for Ortho, Idia suddenly wraps his arms around you tightly, and tucks you close to his chest as he buries his face in your hair, then whispers, âNext time give me warning before you say things like that, dummy.â
Malleus
Malleus was the one to ask you to make a tiktok, which shocked you, but also made you laugh. He reveals that he heard from Lilia that he and the Pop Music club makes tiktoks all the time, and now Malleus wanted to share that same kind of joy with you.
You found it very endearing, and you had nothing else better to do, so you lead him to the couch, brushing some of the dust off for him, then you set you your phone on the coffee table and pressed record.
âHi, yâall! Today, my husband and I are going to be making our first tiktok video together! Isnât that exciting?â, you lean against Malleusâs side as you happily wait for his reaction.
âIt is exciting indeed.â, he nods, though he starts to look a lot more cheerful now rather than simply being curious, âEspecially now that youâve proposed to me, usually fae would propose what a set of long going rituals, but I think I like your way better.â
Youâre eyes widen in shock and your face heats up in the way you were hoping Malleusâs would, you try to explain that you were just playing a prank, but he was so excited you had âdeclaredâ him your husband to listen.
âI just wish you hadnât done it on such short notice, now we only have three days to get to Brair Valley to get my grandmotherâs blessing AND prepare the wedding.â, he goes on and on, saying how you already had Lilia, Silver, and Sebekâs blessings, and how you were going to be the most wonderful bride.
More Notes: Sorry if this is ooc, especially towards the end, I was rushing it because I meant to have this out two days agođ Iâm still going to have my asks closed since Iâm trying to get through the ones I can do in my drafts and inbox.
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