side note, im struggling to think of different names for everyone, there is a feminine version of damian, which just had more 'ne' tacked on at the end which is redundant so i just left it alone
Making up fake traditions from our world to try and get character to do what we want
Wherein the smartest guys you know are played a FOOL… The things we do 4 love
⟢ ACE TRAPPOLA is someone who prides himself upon wit— gaming the system— and above all, sticking it to the man. So when you amble to him, all stressed about 'free hugs day', how could he refuse?
This has potential; to be incredibly stupid. It's why he loves you.
So imagine his surprise when not only can he not spend the day shoving Deuce at trigger-hair seniors to make nice, but he just ends up cuddling on the couch all day. Cute, but disappointing.
⟢ There are few things in this world that completely baffle FLOYD LEECH aside from how people can stomach mushrooms and why some water tastes different. Contrary to popular belief, he's actually quite smart—
That, alone, is absolutely insufficient to dent your genius even a little.
He spends the day celebrating a 'flush rush' extravaganza— flushing every toilet on campus, providing you with just enough time to vet his room for your one and only phone charger; About five minutes, thanks to Jade taking his break and spending the entirety gabbing about his weird buttplug looking mushroom while you squatted against the bed frame, trying to look inedible. Everyone say 'put the fries in the bag'.
(.. You're not getting that charger back)
*⟢ Kalim Al-Asim.. Hahhh.. Knows your tells better than you do, and while always assuming the best, may just take some creative liberties with his 'WIN something cute day',, Day. Tried very hard to find a carnival this time of year, despite all of them being shut tight for the season— ends up buying something anyways, if only to see the look on your face.
Think of it, he's back home with his gran and the local kids. It's late after a long day. Bellies are hungry and everyone's a bit annoyed, but Ruggie knows that while life is hard, there's always hope. Even if it looks a bit twisted.
So why not use what he has to make life a little better for them.
He set up a old sheet before the fire, strung out with ties that barely hold onto its purpose and he's praying it stays up and doesn't catch on fire as he cups his calloused hands and calls attentions with a few animal sounds as his hands move through different shapes.
A dog, a bird, even a scorpion as the kids settle and watch him begin a story. A tale for the evening to distract and encourage, maybe teach a lesson to the ankle biters.
There wasn't much to give in worldly possessions where he grew up, but knowledge, heart, wisdom. That was free, maybe not the kind locked in books behind doors, but the kind one learned by living.
By the end the kids have fallen asleep on each other and his arms are killing him. But for once there was no need to complain. This was love, and in this place, with these people. It could be free too.
-Echo
Reader is frantically putting out the campfire because SOMEONE has to be responsible.... But also omg guys awwwwwwhhhh (camera shutter) eeeeek omigod sho cute strike a pose babies (audible snoring getting louder) oughhhhhhhh the teeniest
Okay I'm back. The mangy lion has my heart and always will.
Here's this idea...
Reader doesn't have any pride in their life/themselves. Can you smell the angst Leona is going through? Does his lover want him? Are they proud to have him? Is he a phase?
While I believe Leona understands his worth, he rarely lets others see his struggle with accepting his position in life. So when he has something it's difficult for him to let it affect him outwardly. He may be all twisted up internally (overblot hello) but he'll die with his pride before he says anything.
Which makes his partner having issues with pride almost comically painful. They're so humble and I could genuinely see him pausing during a tease or raz NOT SURE what to do with it.
The other characters are just confused all the time.
They do say opposites attract. Who knew Leona was a victim....
Instructor Leona forcing you to be prouder by (step a) forced to wear skimpy lower body attire) whipping the back of your exposed legs with the tip of his tail, forcing you to yelp out loud until you spout the (rude) HONEST answer he's been waiting for— you pass the "class" when you've learned to hold him down until he's doling out the answers you want to hear,, He can hardly wait!!
Like, imagine him finding out he’s got a thing for manhandling??? Those baker arms aren’t just for show, after all.
The SLIGHTEST warning for mentions of sweat, body hair, exhibition, feet, use of force, and powerplay during a very consensual bounce upon it. Car guy Trey.
'Totally feels like a side of Trey is discovered after he gets his first car. It's a family van, the type of vehicle built to brave everything from gas station sushi to a world ending cataclysm. Point is, she's sturdy— makes him feel 'real adult at the big age of 21.
And from his vast experience, Trey knows some real manly men and what they get up to ta' keep feeling the way he is. Drinking (not really interested), driving (of which he does the MOST), and boning.
That's his big issue. To screw (/bone/make love/put pizza in the oven.. wtv) one must possess two or more to tango, and without consciously realizing it the stress of feeling all studly and whatnot has him stumbling into an unofficial date slash joyride 'round sage island, where, by pure coincidence your pants just,,
Fall off. Must've been a slip of the hand— same way they've slipped to start rubbing at the chafed inner thighs of his starched jeans. What a coincidence!
From head to toe he's utterly fascinated by the state of you; scrambled hair from the open sunroof and a slight burn across your exposed skin; stomach on display, wide eyed and daring when he pulls off into a clearing— touch me, Trey, rock my world.
But before he does, the sound of his fly whizzing down seems to echo between the trees. Your sweat smells so good. If he were any normal guy, he might be pitching a tent to the way you talk or touch his chest, WHICH IS STILL WELL AND GOOD!!
But the idea of your soft hands fingering him open, christening The Chariot is certainly far more titillating.
His hands draw soothing shapes into your thighs as he grows hot and swollen— he loves the look of your body hair. Thick with musk or thin from a recent shave, it doesn't matter; he wants all you have to give. It doesn't fill him with shame or sympathy to cage you into the passenger seat; strong, calloused fingers clutching dangerously into new leather when he hunches as to not dirty the vehicle's ceiling when he jabs the tip against the tense flesh of your tummy,
"just relax"
He wants to watch it jiggle.
With every piece of clothing that comes off, you call him some sort of freak, but by the time you've migrated to the backseat and he gets to revel in the pain of your heel against his delicates in faux resistance, he finds that maybe it's not a matter of his supernaturality, but a measure of your indulgence.
You made him like this— you've made a freak of him.
It wouldn't kill ya' to take credit!! ദ്ദി(•̀ ᴗ -)
Can I request Leona, Idia and Malleus who are dependent on reader either emotionally or js dependent on reader in general?
Leona "Yearner" Kingscholar hates to be seen so babyish; he's your prince— that alone should warrant absolute loyalty and adoration, free of charge.
⟢ .. Not that he'll fight to drive you around or deliver your food if you ask. It's nice to see your face. Besides, you take good care of him— kissing menial scratches on long-scarred hands, lending a warm body to lean against when the weight becomes too much. He knows he should be able to regulate these feelings by himself; no grown man he knows of just turns to sand the way your sweet Leo does. But then again, what's the point of change if you're a constant?
⟢ He'll make sure you're so happily busy and fulfilled taking special care of him that it won't cross your mind to play the field for a lighter workload. Even if it did occur to your big, smart brain that maybe there's another way.. He has resources.
⟢ So come over, sweets. He just can't stop pouring his heart out over your absence; isn't it a crying shame you've got to break his heart like this every time you go out?.. Spare him the grief and stay inside. Pretty please?..
⟢ Don't make him beg, now. 'S a little late to play cat and mouse, carnivore. ( •̀⤙•́ )
--⟢
Idia "Can't Live Without You!!" Shroud is living his best life laid flat atop your chest weighted blanket style—
⟢ His hands brush the curve of your spine, curling round your waist like a snake as he winds tighter; growing closer than you consciously thought possible.
⟢ You stay like that for hours most days, balanced precisely between exhaustion and lucidity under the blue light of a million screens and flaming hair which tickles at sensitive skin of your nose with every shift of breath.
⟢ He loves you he loves you he loves you—
⟢ It steals the breath from his lungs, coaxing him to go limp against you. If you breathe, you'll be farther away. Just stop. And he does; but being so close provides you with certain insights into the constitution of your boy tumor, like how stupid it is to STOP BREATHING.
"Babe?"
".."
"Idia?!"
⟢ You are his air after a long time underwater.. Or something.
⟢ It'd be humiliating to exist as he does, so lost and need of you, one-sidedly. But for once in his life, lady luck has punched his ticket; he finds himself on a two-way street in that regard— you're just as bad! And sooooo willing to give him mouth to mouth!! (Cmon baby pleaseeeee. He's like so totally dying up here)
(Don't worry this happens. Every day. And every time you indulge his obsession, he gets that much worse
you love it. So you must love him, right?)
--⟢
Malleus "Till Death Do Us Part" Draconia is exactly how he sounds— dedicated, a little Victorian, and your clingiest boyfriend thus far (Read as EVER. He's your last he's your last he's your last—).
⟢ Never mind how he samples your blood now and again, taking little vials to the basement for "safekeeping", hiring more and more fae mages for the castle that you don't see past probation. Your sweet Mal insists it is no concern of yours; please, come back to bed. He'd hate to make you.
⟢ As a ruler of briar valley there is no need for public appearance or spending long hours poured over royal decrees, you have proxies for that!— you are solely to keep your love ablaze; coddling Malleus when he cries, allowing for his anger to be channeled justly, and above all keeping yourself safe.
⟢ There is no telling what state would befall the kingdom if you were shot down, or worse, tried to leave by your lonesome!!
⟢ It's a dangerous world for someone so squishy.. Fear not! His dark arts specialists (.. Respectable criminals. Leave it alone) work round the clock to ensure you never have to worry for the state of your body again. He is to accompany you through every trial of the profane ritual simply because
⟢ He loves you. There is no Malleus without his man, regardless of how profane they must become.. (≖⩊≖)
Insert pic of that zombie boyfriend web comic from like 2019
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