Hiii!!! Omg this is so cool, I've never made a request before :D could I please get yuu testing their lipstick collection on the Housewardens? (+Ruggie, if its too many characters maybe you can switch him out for Azul?)
They sit them down for it and say they like wanna check the colors and durability, but really it's just an excuse to cover their face in kissy marks while they try not to get too flustered/dizzy all under the affection
A/N: added Ace and Sebs..... hope u don't mind.... 😳🥺👉👈
ace immediately assumes you're making everything up. "lipstick durability testing?" he repeats with the most skeptical look imaginable. "really?" you nod with complete confidence and somehow manage to sound convincing enough that he shrugs and lets you continue. the second the first lipstick mark lands on his cheek, though, he narrows his eyes. "oi..." another kiss lands on the other side of his face. "...oi." by the fourth one he's trying very hard not to smile because if he smiles you'll know he's enjoying this, and absolutely not. "this is definitely not how science works," he mutters, even as he leans just a little closer without realizing it. by the time you're done, his face is covered in colorful lipstick marks and he's pretending to be deeply offended while secretly thinking this might've been the greatest experiment in the history of mankind. naturally, he spends the next week insisting that if you're going to "conduct more research," he deserves hazard pay.
oi oi oi baaakaaahhh
sebek agrees because he assumes this is some sort of important human custom. "if this experiment benefits young master's education, then i shall assist!" he declares with complete confidence. the first lipstick mark completely destroys that confidence. he freezes. the second one makes his brain short-circuit. by the third, he's so red you could probably spot him from space. every time he tries to ask what exactly you're doing, another lipstick mark appears and he completely loses his train of thought. somehow he remains perfectly still through the entire thing despite sounding like he's moments away from exploding. by the end, he's standing there covered in lipstick with absolutely no idea what just happened while silver quietly walks by, takes one look at him, and keeps walking because he has decided he does not want an explanation.
riddle agrees because your explanation sounds perfectly reasonable. testing colors? durability? practical. scientific, even. the problem is that he doesn't realize your actual plan until you're already dotting little lipstick marks across his cheek. the second realization hits, his face turns the same shade as heartslabyul red roses. he keeps trying to ask you what exactly this has to do with durability testing, but every time he starts a sentence, another kiss mark appears somewhere on his face and completely derails his train of thought. by the end, he's sitting there flustered beyond belief while you proudly admire your work. the worst part? he never actually tells you to stop.
leona figures out your plan almost immediately. he just doesn't care enough to stop you. in fact, he's half asleep for most of it. every time you add another lipstick mark, he lazily opens one eye and mutters something about you being ridiculous before closing it again. yet somehow he never gets up. never walks away. never complains enough to actually end the experiment. by the time you're finished, his face looks like it lost a battle against an entire makeup store. he takes one look in the mirror, sighs dramatically, and immediately blames you for any future damage to his reputation.
azul arrives expecting professionalism. data. results. charts, perhaps. instead, five minutes later, he has lipstick marks all over his face and absolutely no idea how things escalated this quickly. every time you lean closer, his brain seems to stop functioning for a few seconds. he tries so hard to maintain his composure. he really does. unfortunately, the combination of unexpected affection and your very obvious delight in the situation completely destroys him. by the end, his face is bright red beneath all the lipstick marks and he's demanding to know how this supposedly qualifies as scientific testing while secretly wishing the experiment would last a little longer.
kalim is having the time of his life. you put one lipstick mark on his cheek and immediately he's asking for more colors. more designs. more testing. at some point he starts rating them. "ooo, i like that one!" meanwhile, you're trying to conduct your fake experiment and kalim is treating it like the world's most exciting art project. when jamil eventually sees him covered in lipstick marks, kalim proudly explains the entire process while pointing out his favorites.
vil knows you're lying within approximately thirty seconds. he knows full well this has very little to do with durability testing. however, he decides to humor you because he finds your determination amusing. unlike everyone else, vil actually provides useful feedback. he critiques application quality. color balance. longevity. finish. yet despite acting composed, he gradually becomes quieter the longer the experiment continues. by the time you're finished, he's still elegant and poised—but there's a very faint pink tint to his ears that gives him away completely.
idia lasts about three seconds. the moment he realizes what you're actually doing, his system overheats. completely. he's already struggling just from sitting this close to you, and now you're covering his face in lipstick marks while happily discussing color palettes. the poor guy spends the entire experience buffering. by the end, he looks like a malfunctioning computer attempting to process too many emotions at once. ortho finds the whole thing hilarious and takes approximately forty-seven pictures.
malleus approaches the experiment with complete sincerity. if you're testing lipstick durability, then naturally he will assist. it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize this isn't actually about the lipstick. once he does, however, he simply smiles and lets you continue. he finds your enthusiasm charming. every time you pull back to inspect your work, malleus looks genuinely interested in your findings. by the end, he's covered in colorful lipstick marks and you're grinning triumphantly. meanwhile, he's quietly wondering why being your test subject felt like the highlight of his week.
ruggie agrees because he assumes there's money involved somehow. there isn't. by the time he realizes that, it's already too late. the second lipstick marks start appearing, he's laughing so hard he can barely sit still. he keeps trying to joke his way through the embarrassment, but every new mark makes him a little more flustered. the real challenge becomes getting him to stay still long enough to finish. once you finally do, he immediately demands compensation for emotional damages while secretly looking very pleased with himself.
Ok ok so I just got this thought while listening to Bruno’s mar’s song risk it all for you and u was wondering if you could do like the overblot boys where ye scenario is that they are just having a chat on their way to class with one of their dormates or friends and they get to the topic about there amazing 😻 s/o who is the prefect (fem) and the s/o overheard them talking about wanting to marry them in the future and the s/o is like squealing like an excited school girl that their bf could hear them and like what would both their reactions be and it’s just soooooo cute and fluff maybe a bit romantic 💘 because WE LOVE ROMANCE 💝!!!!!
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WE LOVE ROMANCEEEEEE!!!!
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Thinking About…
Hearing your bf talking about marrying you in the future!
feat. The Overblot boys (with a fem!reader)
Order Up!
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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:
After leaving Trein’s boring lecture for the day, you exit the classroom with Ace and Deuce. Since you’re a first year technically, you have no classes with your boyfriend, Riddle.
The three of you walk down the hallway, then Ace elbows you and points ahead. You look at where his gaze is, and see your boyfriend along with Trey. They were walking ahead of you. You wanted to go up and walk with him, but then you hear your name. Riddle was actively speaking about you to Trey.
Riddle had no idea you were behind him. He had just finished a meeting with Crowley about internships and was discussing them with Trey now. Trey had questioned what Riddle wanted to do in the future.
“I haven’t given it much thought. I suppose I shall like to be somewhere close to home so I don’t have to be away from y/n for long periods of time.”
“You aren’t staying in the Queendom of Roses?” Trey inquires as he adjusts his glasses.
“I imagine we'll remain in the Queendom of Roses after we're married, assuming that's what y/n wants.”Trey cuts Riddle off as they continue to walk.
“You and y/n have already decided to get married?”
Riddle looks up at Trey with a confused expression. “But of course! Why would I not marry her? I can’t imagine a future without her by my side.”
From your spot behind Riddle and Trey, you turn bright red. Ace chuckles which results in Riddle turning around, his face already bright red just from hearing that familiar annoying laugh. However, the second he sees you and puts two and two together that you heard him, he blushes like crazy.
“Y-Y/N???? How long have you been behind us????” Riddle stammers as he stares at you. You are just as flustered as he is.
“I-Uh… um…”
“Long enough to hear you want to marry the prefect!” Ace immediately cuts you off. Your heart practically stops and Riddle shoots a look at Ace.
“When you intend to spend the rest of your life with someone, marriage is the natural conclusion.” Riddle’s response only makes you turn more red as he declared his love for you. Finally you speak.
“Well I, for one, would love it if that was in my future.” Riddle nods in agreement with your statement before declaring he must be off to class. As he and Trey walk away, you hear two more snippets of conversation.
“Well y/n certainly was flustered at the idea of being married!”
“Oh hush, that’s my future wife you’re speaking about, Trey.”
Leona Kingscholar 🦁:
Ruggie had finally managed to drag Leona out of bed for class! You knew this because your boyfriend had spent a majority of that class texting you, complaining about being woken up. Right now, you were currently in Trein’s class, but when the lecture was finished, you immediately went to find Leona.
With Deuce and Epel behind you, you weave through the busy hallway trying to find him. However, there’s no sign of your boyfriend. The three of you decide to go to the cafeteria and sit at your usual table. After a few minutes, Leona and Ruggie came in, which you didn’t notice.
Leona pounds the meat on his plate as Ruggie speaks to him, but his words are really going in one ear and out the other.
“I mean don’t you want out of here so you can go back and do princely things? Imagine all the naps you can get away with at the palace, shehehshehe!” Leona yawns in response and gruffly responds.
Epel, who is sitting across from you, instantly recognizes his club mates voices and motions for you to listen.
“No way in hell me and y/n are staying at the palace with that screech box there. After we get married, we’ll go-“ Before he can finish, Ruggie looks at him, confused.
“You and y/n are already deciding to get married?” Ruggie asks quizzically. Leona scoffs and smirks.
“Of course we are. You know better than anyone Ruggie that when I want something, I get it. And what do ya know, I want to marry my herbivore.”
You turn around in your seat with a flustered expression. Ruggie sees you and begins to chuckle, Leona turns around in confusion as to why Ruggie is laughing. When he sees you, he smirks.
“Hey doll. Didn’t know you were out of class.” All you can do in response is stare at him in shock. Of course you wanted to marry Leona, you just weren’t expecting him to be so… nonchalant about it. Leona notices your staring and smirks back at you.
“Quit staring at me like that.” Leona chuckles. You shake your head. “I was just surprised…”
Leona shrugs. “Thought it was obvious.”
Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:
Azul had been discussing future developments for the Lounge with Jade and Floyd. His dream was to open more locations, so he was planning out some contracts.
While the trio sat at one table in the V.I.P lounge, you were at a separate one with Ace and Deuce. Ever since you and Azul started dating, he always insisted whenever you dine at the Lounge, you dine in the V.I.P lounge.
Jade and Azul were the only ones actually going through the business proposals while Floyd played around with the silverware.
“Where are you playing on residing in the future, Azul? I feel that will dictate where you should place more locations.” Jade points out with a smile. Azul doesn’t even hesitate as he shuffles through the paperwork.
“After y/n and I are married, we will probably reside near the sea. Of course it would be too much for the two of us to start our family under the sea if they take after their mother…Perhaps a location could be built in-“ Before Azul can continue, Floyd interrupts.
“Huhhh? You’re marrying Shrimpy? When did that happen? And you’re already planning baby shrimpies??”
Azul looks up from the paperwork with a small smile.
“Well of course I’m marrying her. What else would we do after graduation?” He turns toward your table only to be met with your short-circuited expression.
“My pearl? Is the food alright? I told the kitchen to go easy on the sauce! I shall send it back and-
“N-No no! It’s not the food, I was just… shocked that you were already planning so far ahead..”
Azul smiles at your statement.
“The contract signed at marriage will be my favorite one, my pearl.”
Your heart felt ready to burst. You had expected plenty of things when you came to Mostro Lounge today—but discovering your boyfriend had apparently already planned your entire future together wasn't one of them.
You couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the afternoon.
Jamil Viper 🐍:
After another exhausting day of classes, you made your way toward the Scarabia dorm. Kalim had invited you over for lunch earlier that morning, insisting he had convinced Jamil to make one of your favorite meals. Knowing how difficult it was to turn down his excitement, you happily accepted.
As you approached the common room, you heard familiar voices coming from just around the corner. Instinctively, you slowed your pace.
It was Kalim and Jamil.
The two were seated together in the lounge, lunch spread out before them. Kalim happily chatted away while Jamil quietly ate, occasionally offering a short response whenever Kalim asked another question.
"I can't believe we're already talking about graduation!" Kalim laughed. "It feels like yesterday we were first-years!"
Jamil hummed in agreement.
"I suppose time has a habit of moving faster than we'd like."
Kalim rested his chin in his hands, a bright grin spreading across his face.
"So! Have you thought about what you wanna do afterward?"
"After y/n and I graduate, we will probably settle down somewhere quiet.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Kalim beamed.
"I knew it! You two are sooo cute together!"
Jamil simply shook his head with a small sigh.
"You're impossible."
Kalim tilted his head innocently. "How come you’ve never mentioned marriage with y/n before?”
Without even looking up from his plate, Jamil answered as though the conclusion was obvious.
"I don't see why I would.”
"I mean..." Jamil continued thoughtfully, "If I'm building a future with someone, I'd want it to be with her. I'd rather spend every ordinary day beside y/n than chase some extravagant life without her."
Kalim's eyes sparkled.
"Awww! That's so romantic!" Only then did Jamil notice the complete silence that had fallen over the room.He looked up, right into your wide, flustered eyes.
"...Y/n."
Your face felt unbearably warm.
"I-I was just coming for lunch..."
Kalim looked between the two of you before gasping dramatically.
"Wait! You heard all of that?!"
You slowly nodded.
"I... um..."
Jamil closed his eyes for a brief moment, bringing a hand to his forehead.
"...I suppose there's no taking those words back now."
You quickly shook your head.
"D-Don't take them back!"
His eyes met yours, and after a moment, the corners of his lips lifted into the faintest smile.
"I wasn't planning to."
The warmth in your chest only grew stronger.
Jamil stood from his chair and walked over to you, gently taking your hand in his.
"I had hoped to ask you properly someday, when the time was right." He gave your hand a small squeeze.
"But... I suppose you know now."
Your eyes watered ever so slightly as you smiled up at him. "I don't mind hearing it early."
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
"...Good."
Behind the two of you, Kalim practically bounced in his seat.
"I'M GONNA GET TO GO TO YOUR WEDDING SOMEDAY!"
Jamil let out a long sigh, though the small smile tugging at his lips never disappeared.
"...Yes, Kalim."
"...You will."
Vil Schoenheit 👑:
“Roi du poison, what are you planning to do after graduation? Surely you must have many jobs lined up! The world must continue to be graced by your beauty!” Rook and Vil were currently walking through Pomefiore dorm discussing their plans after Night Raven College.
Vil hums thoughtfully as he continues to glide elegantly through the hallway, his heels clicking on the polished floor.
“Naturally, I intend to spend a year or two continuing my work. That said, I want y/n and I to have a stable home before we begin our family.
Rook looks to Vil with surprise.
“Oui? You and your beloved are to be married! Oh how joyous, Roi du poison! True beauty comes from the unity of two beautiful souls! Ah! Tre bien, indeed!!!!” Vil laughs softly at Rook’s words.
“But of course we are to be married. Beauty fades if it isn't supported by character. Fortunately, y/n possesses both. I imagine it’ll be breathtaking.”
“The wedding?”
“Nonsense my hunter. Y/N will be breathtaking, and the wedding as well I suppose.”
Just then, the housewarden and his vice hear a small sound from behind them. Vil spins on his heel only to be met face to face with you.
“Bonjour!” Rook smiles down at you.
“Hello, my dear. What brings you to Pomefiore? Our date wasn’t until dusk.” Vil leans down, beginning to adjust your clothes as if he hadn’t just confessed he planned on marrying you.
“I… Are you serious?” Vil blinks down at you in response, clearly caught off guard.
“About marriage? Did you truly think I had a future envisioned without you?”
Rook chuckles from beside Vil.
“It seems you two lovebirds have much to discuss! Ah, love is so beautiful indeed!”
Idia Shroud 🖥️:
Since your boyfriend was so into technology, you started learning to develop games! You had always loved games such as the Sims, so you developed a game with lifestyle stimulations! Idia was currently running the game while hanging with Ortho in Ignihyde’s lounge.
“Y/N created quite an admirable game huh Idy!” Ortho praised your skill as he watched Idia play. Idia nods absentmindedly, solely focused on the game.
“It’s got a few bugs.. nothing a quick patch can’t fix. Of course she could make a pro game though, she’s so outta my league..”
“I didn’t know you liked simulations Idy! Last time you played a stimulation, you sent a personal review to the creator stating it was set up completely wrong!”
Idia laughs as he continues to customize his characters.
“Well I like this. At least it’s accurate.”
“What exactly is the goal of the game?”
“You just plan out your life. It’s one of those slice of life simulations.”
“Ah! So you wish to live in this condo when you graduate Night Raven?”
“What? Of course not!”
“Then what is your ideal home?”
Idia takes a quick chug of his drink before answering without much hesitation.
“Two gaming setups…A huge library, a bunch of cats… enough room for me and y/n.”
“Ah so after you get married?”
Idia turns bright red, immediately looking at Ortho. “I-I mean... obviously it'd be small. Crowds are an instant HP drain.”
Just then, Idia feels a presence beside him. He looks over to see you leaning against the table.
“EEP! Y/N? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHAT ALL DID YOU HEAR?”
Idia’s blue flames had already begun to burn pink. You just smile down at him sweetly. Your hand slides over his softly.
“I’d like that future too.”
*Rip Idia.exe*
Idia mutters one last thing as you go,
“Achievement unlocked…”
lil bonus:
“So you already know what your wedding will look like?” Ortho questions as Idia plays on his usual server.
“Well…I may have designed it on her game… we have three cats already…”
Malleus Draconia 🐉:
Since graduation was nearing for Malleus and Lilia, they had begun discussing what Malleus’ duties were once he went back to Briar Valley.
“Have you considered your duties after graduation, Malleus?” Lilia questions with his usual smile.
Malleus answers calmly. “Naturally. The Valley of Thorns will always require my attention.” Lilia nods in understanding, then Malleus adds.
“Fortunately, y/n has no objections to living there after we’re married.”
“Ah! So you and the prefect are to be married, Malleus? I’ll be sure to save the date!” Lilia laughs wholeheartedly.
You run up to Lilia and Malleus with a grin.
“Save the date for what?”
Lilia chuckles in response.
“Tell her Malleus.”
“Our wedding of course, my beloved.”
You stare at him in shock. “Wedding? You’ve already been thinking about it?” Malleus looks down at you with genuinely no shock on his face.
“But of course. I’ve been imagining forever with you all this time. I have already considered where our portraits shall hang, my dear. I believe the eastern side of the castle would suit them nicely.”
You cannot help but tear up a little. He immediately notices and his eyes widen.
“Have I offended you?”
“N-No. I’m just really happy..”
A smile forms across your boyfriend’s handsome face. Lilia chuckles deeply from beside him.
“Ahh, young love.”
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heheheh i loved this. lowkey need to write one with Kalim and Ruggie. i hope you enjoyed so so so so much!!! order again soon hehe
boyfriend!lilia who doesn't care about being cringe for his girlfriend, so one day he arrives with one of those ridiculous shirts that say “property of my girlfriend” with a photo on one end, and a heart that contains flashing lights. nobody mentions out loud how ridiculous he looks, even he himself knows it, but he doesn't care at all. Malleus finds it fascinating that now you can have lights in your clothes!
꒰ঌ ⋮ author note : 12 cockroaches i've encountered for the past 3 days. i'm boutta lose it. i'm gonna make a fanfic outta it as a rant. LEMME USE MY BATHROOM IN PEACE DAWGGG wait it's not funny anymore i just hallucinated abt a giant cockroach and my phone fell bcs i thought a cockroach was trying to enter my ear LET ME OUT WHY DO THEY KEEP APPEARING my senses are on high guard. it's not bcs i'm scared of them (okay, partly) but it's annoying bcs they keep SPAWNING did i mention that i encountered 6 today??
Jade Leech / Floyd Leech x Yuu who is shy and a people pleaser.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, please enjoy :D doing this for my friend!!
Warnings: A tiny spoiler of Book 7 in Jade’s part, established relationship
Word count: Jade (838), Floyd (693)
Jade Leech
• Before your relationship with the eel, for some reason he is always there to help you with a smile on his face whether it’s carrying your books, catching you sitting and hiding your sorrows alone, or scaring away bothersome individuals who have come yet for another favor. His presence felt as if its too much of a coincidence.
• Even so, something feels unsettling about him because yk damn well the Leeches don't offer their help without something in return, there has got to be a catch. You had no choice but to accept because he wont take no for an answer.
• You really can’t tell what’s going on in his mind. You fear that one day he's going to turn his back on you. But guess what: he likes you!!! This enigmatic man will drive you crazy someday.
• If anyone is bothering you, you’d be surprised that they would either be frantically apologizing to you or avoid you like the plague next day. You have a feeling it’s him, but whenever you tell him about it, he acts clueless.
• On the day that he confesses his feelings, you expressed your fears and suspicions. “Do you really take me for that kind of person? I am hurt. I thought I had made my intentions clear with making you my mate.” Well.. yes?
• Oh, you had no idea how despondent you made him whenever you didn’t catch any of his hints. Seriously, you didn’t see it? When he kept opening his mouth wide at you? You looked over to your sides, wondering if you had done something wrong or if he was just tired. You later knew what this meant from his twin Floyd. How were you supposed to know that!
• Floyd is disgusted by how infatuated his twin is with you “Eugh, just take him away already so I don’t have to listen to his mushroom ramblings anymore.”
• Jade is someone who wants to be in control and he derives pleasure from watching others fear (wow sadist?) don’t think that just because he is calmer than Floyd he won’t tease you; he loves trouble just as much.
• He finds it amusing the way you get easily flustered and can’t hold eye contact. He will find ways to elicit such reactions from you.
• He has no idea how to catch a human’s heart, so he is going to follow a book guide on how to make someone fall in love with you!
• Since you’re the magicless prefect who came from another world, you don’t have any information to dig up that could be useful to him. Lucky you.
• In book 7, he said that he “wants to be the only one you can rely on”. He carefully planned every single interaction with you by memorizing your schedule to prove it.
• So that if u guys meet hes going to be like “My my, what a coincidence. This must be fate.” But he will never admit that.
• After going out of his way to help you (which was very unusual) he will always be like “You can always count on me.. whenever.. heh heh heh.” that will literally send shiver down your spine even though he thinks he's perfectly showing pure intentions.
• He wants to be the one to always be there for you not because he thinks you can’t do anything on your own but because deep down he's scared that you won’t need him.
• If you are willing to listen to his interests he is beyond enthralled like 😊😊😊😊☺️😚 because Azul and Floyd doesnt wanna hear his shit.
• Do indulge with his avocations and he will be grinning ear to ear, screaming on the inside.
• Do reassure him if he asks “You have been silent. Are you sure you want to listen to my ramblings?” Seeing this side of him feels lovely. The smile you once thought was eerie is now adorable.
•He watches as you struggle to eat the mushrooms he cooked for you, forcing a smile. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you were getting sick of the dishes he worked hard to prepare just for you everyday.. though you prefer this than go back to making struggle meals for you and Grim.
• Whenever Grim causes trouble, he will give him discipline. “The prefect is already burdened with more than enough. Surely, you can spare them some sympathy. Now, please, go and offer your apology.” The poor beast was shaking. Just what did he tell him to be that scared? You already told Jade to not be so harsh on Grim. “You spoil him too much, y/n. Do let me know if he causes any trouble again.” He says with a proud smile.
• He certainly doesn’t mind physical affection. If you gently poke him on the shoulder and nervously ask him to hold hands, he chuckles “That is what you were afraid of telling me?” Before accepting your request.
• He knows the way you bite back your words, hiding how touch-starved you are. It makes him feel more wanted. But he will not oblige unless you use your words.
Floyd Leech
• You dreaded hearing his cracked voice laugh at how teeny and scared you are, “scurrying backwards like a shrimp.”🦐
• Floyd found your reactions amusing, he never got tired of how reactive you are. “Gahahaha! Your face is red just like a shrimp!”
• ”Hm, you’re interesting, Shrimpy. I’ll keep you.” He states, leaning over you. Is that a threat? Please don’t. What’s so interesting about a shrimp who tenses up when you walk by?
• Once you get closer, you learn to enjoy the eel’s company. You are able to have friendly banter with him. Aside from his unpredictable mood swings, you love his intelligence, loyalty and physical affection. If you are into that, then you’re in luck. His touchiness will give you a sense of security.
• Good luck with the bites, though. Sometimes he forgets how sharp his teeth can be.
• After the news gets out that you and Floyd are together, people start asking you if you've been blackmailed to be in a relationship with him.
• Are you okay? What’s gotten into your head getting with that chaotic eel?
• You knew what you signed up for when you accepted him as your boyfriend, now say goodbye to your personal space! Not a lot of people are willing to put up with Floyd’s personality and the challenges that come along with it.
• Floyd loves you for accepting who he is. He will definitely not change for you; if his family isn’t exempt from his uncontrollable mood swings, then you most likely aren’t.
• The adventures he pulls you in are bad for your poor heart.
•Being under his protection now, that also drives away people who only want to take advantage of your kindness.
•Sure, he may be aggressive. But at times where he is calm and quiet, you can say that his advice gave you an insight.
• After another day of sitting alone, spacing out rather than tell your problems to anyone.
• Ace and Deuce told you to let them know whenever you feel troubled, but… it feels bothersome.
• You were about to go back to Ramshackle Dorm when you were interrupted by that same Savanaclaw student who kept using the same excuse of “Having a packed schedule due to being an athlete and everything, so you gotta help me this time!”
• You’re a third year student already. Why don’t you go deal with it yourself? I’m here dealing with a troublesome magical monster who can’t go unsupervised for 5 seconds, an incompetent headmage who does everything but be responsible and find a way back home, trying to hide how utterly useless you feel being the only one who can’t use magic and on top of that, meeting the high expectations of your professors while having to learn everything from scratch because you’re not even from this world.
• You bit your cheek. Right before accepting yet another favor knowing well you can’t handle with a nervous chuckle, because he said, “I have too much on my plate right now.” “You are literally a life savior!” A shadow looms over his figure, smile fades and his face pales when he looks behind you.
• Turning around, you see your boyfriend’s wide eyes and a menacing stare before the student quickly makes up an excuse and leaves.
• “I don’t understand, Shrimpy. If you can’t do it, then simply don’t. Who cares what other people think? You can’t satisfy everyone. If they hate you, let them be.”
• You really wish you were someone like Floyd. Someone who vanquishes other people’s opinions without a second thought. Someone who does whatever they want carefree.
• But after that, you start to take his advice and deny things that you don’t want to do. Not even the cat-like beast you like to spoil so much.
• And honestly? It feels like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.
• Floyd wouldn’t judge or force you to stop being kindhearted or a “goody-goody”. Though he will chase away the small fry who have the audacity to take advantage of his Shrimpy. You wouldn’t mind, right?
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note: im nervousss jajajaja i hope its not ooc!! If u have any requests please let me know><
I saw you took requests and I hope it's not too much to ask for the tweels (and anyone else you want) with a reader that bites in affection?
Maybe it wasn't noticeable back when they were first getting to know each other, but now that they're dating, the reader will just start chewing on their arm when they want attention. Or their cheek when they think one of them is being cute. Reader doesn't do this publicly, but it's still something they do often.
Thank you much 💙
You look good enough to eat
Tags: Jade and Floyd x gn!reader
Synopsis: The tweels with someone who bites affectionately
Warnings: Biting, mild references to cannibalism
AN: Thanks for the request! As a huge personal fan of biting (and the tweels) this was a fun one to write. Hope you enjoy it.
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Jade
- Being a moray, he understands the fascination with biting. The act of sinking one’s teeth into the flesh of another, for a purpose outside of nourishment and consumption, is one of trust. Especially for one such as him, who has sharper teeth, it’s an understanding that anyone allowing him to bite them would trust that he would not harm them, or bite hard enough to break skin, which he quite easily could. So despite the fact that your teeth are not sharp, he still feels that by allowing you to bite him, he’s showcasing a level of trust he holds in you.
- It was a strange habit of yours, though not one he found as odd as the average person. He noticed, though barely, your occasional nibbles at his skin when you were both alone. He found it adorable, though didn’t pay it much mind.
- Once you both were together, your biting increased in frequency, going from small nibbles to full-mouthed bites, platonic restraint lifted. Whenever he found himself distracted, he’d notice you gnawing at his arm, like a dog with a bone. Once, when you were both on a hike outside, he’d stopped to explain the various properties of a mushroom to you when you’d suddenly bit at his cheek, the sharp sting causing him to fumble his words. When questioned you simply shrugged, saying he just looked too cute to resist.
- Jade started to notice more and more bites on him as time went on. Before a shower he’d glance into the mirror with a smile, eyes glossing over the various lasting indents of your teeth along his skin, like the marks of a possessive mate.
- He understood, then, why it was you felt this craving. Love was a hunger, a craving to be satiated like any other. To some, it came as a soft flow, like the spring breeze blowing petals into the wind and onto a flowing stream. But to others, it was an insatiable desire to become one, to gorge into the flesh, to become one with a lover. To crack open their ribs and climb inside, a warm, yet wet cocoon of the scent and taste of the person you love.
- He’d start to bite you back, a quick, light press of his teeth to your shoulder or neck when you lay together. A return of the favour, a mutual acknowledgement of the trust and love you both held for each other, and a mark of his presence on you.
Floyd
- Floyd’s a touchy man. Like his brother, he understands the fascination with biting outside of consumption, but instead of an act of trust, he views it as more of an act of affection. Like a pet, begging for attention, pressing the ends of its sharp teeth into the arm or leg of one they wish would turn to them, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to notice.
- Your nibbles and bites along his skin before the two of you start dating don’t go unnoticed because Floyd doesn’t care, or doesn’t gaze intently at every slight movement you do. It’s because he’s far too preoccupied biting you himself. Your nibbles on his hand when you both lie alone outside in the fields is but an insignificant act in comparison to the large chomps the moray takes off your shoulder from behind, or your arm when you’re too preoccupied studying.
- Once you’re both together, and your confidence grows enough to bite him harder and more frequently, Floyd is ecstatic to find you share his affectionate habit. Your gnaws on his arm for attention send a giddy flutter through his chest, and your nibbles on his cheek when he hugs you from behind make him laugh, soft giggle escaping his lips as he nuzzles your neck.
- He loves it when you sneak up behind him and bite him. It’s hard to sneak up on Floyd, but when you do, and sink your teeth into the muscly flesh of his bicep, he lets out a yelp, tackling you to the floor playfully and biting you back.
- Like Jade, Floyd is deeply possessive, and so the act of marking that comes with biting one’s partner allures him deeply. He has you all to himself, yes, but the world should know that. They should know you’re all his, and that no one else can get anywhere near you. Floyd’s sharp teeth dig deep indents into your arms and neck, and despite your protests, he’ll be sure to bite you in a visible place at least once. He encourages you to mark him back, proudly wearing your claim like a puppy’s collar.
Hear me out how would the twisted wonderland boys react when they see there s/o in there masquerade gown would they get flustered and look away or be so entranced that they blush and get teased by them or friends lol 😂 plssssss I would looooovvveeee this
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I heard you out, took me a while though, heh. My deepest apologies. I limited it to only the boys who took part in the masquerade event though, hope that was okay! Another note, pretty and gorgeous are gender neutral. I am a pretty boy and all my gentlemen friends and non-binary pals who read my work, you are also extremely beautiful. Never forget that. An adjective is not gendered in English. Divider made by @rmstitanics, look how pretty it is!!
This entire trip had been a mess. [Name] didn't really know how they got roped into this, they weren't even invited, but they were making the most out of it. A major plus was being able to go with their boyfriend as well as a magnificent outfit. Like something out of Phantom of the Opera, which no one knew about here, which was just depressing. Top ten musicals.
There were a lot of intricate details that had been a pain to assemble, but hey, at least it was free. This outfit would have cost a fortune, scratch that, [Name] bet it did. The lace work itself had to be over a thousand thaumarks. But it was all assembled and it was time to regroup with the others! And maybe show off a little to their boyfriend...
Riddle Rosehearts
After putting on his mask, Riddle scanned the room that everyone was going to regroup in. He had been the first to get dressed and reemerged, but it was no matter. He could wait. He was honored to be able to represent the school on this trip and-—
Oh Seven, give him strength.
[Name] stepped out of their dressing room and they were absolutely gorgeous. Riddle felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest as his beloved walked towards them. Their outfit moved with them, almost like a train of a bridal gown. It wasn't fair.
"Riddle! You look amazing! I love your mask!" [Name] fawned over the redhead and all he could do was attempt to compose himself. He cleared his throat briefly and gave [Name] a soft smile.
"T-thank you. [Name], you are... you are amazing." It was [Name]'s turn to blush as they put a hand on their face in an attempt to hide. "Would you care to dance? I fear the others will take their sweet time."
Deuce Spade
"Housewarden, is my collar straight?" With a sigh, Riddle fixed Deuce's collar without a word. Clearly it had not been. Riddle apparently wasn't in the mood to dance with a stranger, or there was some rule and Deuce didn't remember, as the blue-haired boy waited for his partner. [Name] had been handed the bundle of expensive clothes and sighed before going to get dressed.
It didn't take very long though, because [Name] emerged and could only be compared to something of royalty. Deuce felt his jaw drop as their partner nervously held the mask in their hands. Riddle had a smug grin on his face as he left the two first years to their own devices.
"[Name], you look-— wow!" Deuce intelligently got out, causing the Prefect to chuckle as they stood beside their boyfriend.
"Thanks, I feel like I'm going to trip over all the loose fabric though, could we dance later?"
"O-of course! We don't have to dance, we can just talk if you want!"
Ruggie Bucchi
[Name] had already told Ruggie that he was not allowed to pickpocket any of the Noble Bell College students. Not that they weren't confident in his skills, but because they didn't need a scene. He was sure he could get a pretty sorcent off the outfits they gave them though. Maybe [Name] would give him theirs as well? Whenever they get done changing he'll asked and-—
Yeah, no, [Name] was keeping theirs.
"You're behaving yourself, I'm actually quite proud." His partner chuckled as they walked towards Ruggie. The clothing moved with [Name] in a way that seemed like they were underwater. It was elegant, it was beautiful— Sevens [Name] was gorgeous.
"Hey! I can follow instructions pretty well!"
"Does that fall into dance instructions?"
Azul Ashengrotto
His balance was already a mess and now throwing in loose fabric and clothing items that weighted differently? This was a mess... And he couldn't fit his glasses under the mask, so he was going into this physically blind. But alas! Azul is nothing if not resourceful. [Name] had been dragged along as well, which gave the perfect excuse to—
Oh Seven have mercy. That is not fair. His partner is dressed to the nines and all he sees is a blur. As their footsteps click closer, it does allow the seafolk to check out— inspect them properly. The lacework, the checkered patterns, even the frills were exquisite on [Name].
"[Name] you're... you're beautiful." Was all he could get out of his stupid mouth. He was thankful for the mask hiding his blush. But with the soft chuckle his lover gave him before offering their hand to dance, Azul's nerves and hesitation floated away.
"Would you be keen to wear something like that back at Night Raven? I assure you I could cover the cost."
Jamil Viper
Jamil was slowly losing his mind. He had left Kalim alone at Night Raven and if anything happened to him he was so screwed. [Name] was doing their best to reassure him, but the Vice-Housewarden was more than ready for this entire trip to be over. They were leaving after the ball. Jamil hated balls and all he really wanted to do was take [Name] and ditch the whole thing.
But of course fate had other plans. [Name] exited the room they were changing in and was the spitting image of a classical painting. No art museum dates for the two of them because Jamil was convinced they'd try to keep his partner.
"[Name]..." The boy tried to give his lover a compliment, any compliment, but the words just wouldn't leave his throat. And [Name] had the audacity to laugh at him.
Guess leaving the ball was a bust.
Rook Hunt
Rook was in heaven or whatever the Twisted Wonderland equivalent was. Fleur City!! And with his beloved as well! If only Roi du Poison had been here as well, Rook was sure he'd look merveilleux! At least they had Monsieur Pommette.
Watching everyone mingle at the ball was all well and good, but Rook was ready for his lover to grace him with their appearance. Epel had checked in a little bit ago and gave an attempt at teasing the Vice-Housewarden. Apparently enthusiasm over his beau was not the reaction the first year wanted. Epel decided to ditch Rook and hang out with Deuce while waiting for [Name]'s appearance.
Which they decided to grace Rook with now!
"Mon amour, words cannot describe my adoration for you. The outfit given to you not only amplifies your charm but brings out your eyes' magnifique shine!" Poor [Name] blushed darkly under their mask before convincing Rook to stop his sonnets and dance with them. Epel gaged every time he crossed their paths.
Epel Felmier
This entire event was like Pomefiore on steroids. No wonder Rook was living his best life. Epel was having flashbacks to his first weeks at Night Raven, he could feel Vil's gaze on him. [Name] was having a good time, so Epel didn't want to ruin his partner's fun, so he would keep quiet.
And that outfit his lover was wearing? Had to be illegal. The first year had never and still wasn't a fan of fancy smancy outfits, but [Name] had this magical ability to make anything look amazing. Rook had teased the lavender-haired boy about his blush. Something about living up to his name.
"Epel, are you alright?"
"F-fine! I'm fine, [Name], you're just— really pretty!" He said the last part with the twang of his accent, making it sound like 'purty' but [Name] didn't seem to mind. If anything, they smiled brighter before pulling Epel to dance.
Idia Shroud
He didn't want to be here, the only reason he was even in this stupid outfit was because he knew Ortho would be over the moon and [Name] was here. How'd he even end up dating an extrovert? The heart wants what the heart wants or whatever...
Idia was more than ready for this entire cutscene to be over before the camera pan for his lover started. They had matching masks, eek!! It was too cute! His hair must have flashed a magenta judging by the surprised looks some bystanders were giving him.
"I really like the cloak thing you got going on, Idia," [Name] complimented as they fiddled with a loose string of fabric on their own outfit. This wasn't fair, Idia was supposed to be the one dishing out compliments! He... yeah he didn't have a reason.
"I- I like your mask..." The Housewarden muttered out before [Name] laughed and dragged Idia into the crowd to dance. Great. Wonderful. This was his life.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus had been to countless balls, but this was his first with [Name]. He wanted it, needed it, to be perfect. The human had surprisingly wormed their way into his heart and he did not intend to let go. As he waited for [Name] to finish changing, he chatted with Silver and Sebek, who the fae was desperately trying to assure he could dance without them having to keep a watchful guard.
And as always, his child of man was stunning. [Name] pressed down their pants with an anxious expression that the fae hoped to evaporate. As Malleus sauntered over, the desire to see his beloved in more formal wear started to grow. Was it too early to consider marriage? That could guarantee [Name]'s attendance to more balls with him...
"Your attire suits you," The fae called out to [Name], who blushed behind their mask before tightening the string that was holding it to their face. "Do you remember our late night dance lessons? Shall we put them into practice?"
Silver
The second year student was half-convinced Malleus was trying to tease him. He was doing a really bad job at it though. Maybe Father put him up to him. Having answered 'yes' to Malleus' question of 'are you looking forward to seeing [Name]?' had killed the fae's mood and he had sulked away. Oops. Sebek could handle that.
Silver had matters of the heart to worry about and the owner of said heart had just reappeared. The colors suited [Name] and Silver could hear his father's voice telling him to compliment them. But... how? Words won't do him any justice in his situation and his partner was approaching.
"You could kill any opponent with your appearance." What. WHAT!! Of all the things to say... at least [Name] found Silver's blunder funny. Maybe he could rule that off as nerves. Yes, nerves. Nothing else.
Sebek Zigvolt
Silver had agreed to guard Malleus while he enjoyed time with [Name]. However, the half-fae was more than ready to drop everything to assist Silver should the need arise. And [Name] was taking a while to could get changed, maybe he could check in for just a moment and-
Yeah, that wasn't happening. Sebek's undivided attention was on his partner as they exited their dressing room looking frazzled. They preferred to wear simpler clothes as compared to outfits that had as many details as this one did. But they made it look good. More than good!! He should say something, anything.
"[NAME]!!! Eugh—" Well, that was something. And loud enough that the entire ballroom heard it. It temporarily shocked Sebek's lover from their distress at the amount of fabric that they were now laughing at. And laughing meant they were smiling. This was an absolute win.
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Malleus Horns || Malleus Draconia x F!Yuu (Reader)
Description:
Yuu often joins Malleus on his club activities, looking at the gargoyles and learning about them. This particular night, Yuu notices something similar between one of the gargoyles and Malleus.
Notes: Fluff, no established relationship, Flirting.
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It was a lovely and clear night, Yuu and Mallues walked side by side, looking around the ancient ruins to see the gargoyles on display. Malleus spoke of them fondly to Yuu, describing how each one was different from the other.
They then came up to a gargoyle that caught Yuu's eye, the shape of the horns were identical to Malleus. Yuu looked between the gargoyle and Mallues, doing a silent comparison.
Malleus notices her frequent glances, and looks at Yuu with curiosity, “What is it, child of man?” Yuu turned her dole focus to Mallues, “Oh I just noticed something similar between you and this gargoyle.” Mallues eyes widened a bit, “Oh what would that be?” Mallues smiled, intrigued to hear Yuu’s answer. “You and this gargoyle have the same horns.” Yuu said, without any sign of caution.
Mallued froze for a moment, looking at the gargoyle, taking a great long look at its horns. A smile then appeared on Mallues face, “Hmmm so it seems.” Yuu laughed, feeling proud of the observation. “I’ve always thought you resemble with the gargoyles, but I haven't seen one with the exact same horns as you.” Malleus felt his heart skip a beat, Yuu had said it so naturally, which told him she really meant it.
Mallues looked away, feeling the tips of his ears heat up, trying to calm his heart down. Yuu looked up, seeing small sparkles of lights fly through the sky. “Mallues?” Yuu looked at the taller man concerned, not knowing what this meant. “Oh, apologies.” Mallues says, before making the small lights disappear. “Thank you, for the high compliment Yuu.” Mallues said, begging to walk again, with an extra pip in his step.
‘Hehe looks like I made his night.’ Yuu thought to herself, smiling proudly, following after the dragon fae.
The stone of Malleus’s bedchamber was always cold, but the air around him hummed with a low, vibrating heat. It was the weight of his magic, the kind that usually sent students scurrying into the shadows whenever he walked down the hall, but tonight, it was localized entirely in the friction between his skin and yours.
He was sprawled back against the dark, silk-draped pillows, his massive frame taking up nearly the entire mattress. Even relaxed, he was a mountain of a man. His black horns brushed against the ornate headboard, and his glowing green eyes were clouded with a hazy, predatory hunger.
"You are bold tonight," he rasped, his voice a low rumble that you felt in your marrow. "To come here so late... have you no fear of the dragon’s lair?"
You didn't answer with words. You crawled over him, your knees sinking into the plush duvet on either side of his narrow hips. You reached down, unfastening the heavy, embroidered belt of his uniform and tugging his trousers down. You knew the secret he kept beneath the layers of regal fabric, a draconic trait he rarely spoke of, something that spoke to the primal, ancient lineage he carried.
When he spilled out into the dim green light of the room, you didn't flinch. Malleus possessed two thick, heavy cocks, both dark and pulsing with a faint, iridescent sheen. They were hot to the touch, weeping thick beads of pre-cum that smelled faintly of ozone and sandalwood.
"I don't have time for fear, Malleus," you whispered, gripping both shafts and rubbing them together. "Just for you."
He let out a sharp, choked gasp, his back arching off the bed. You didn't waste another second. You lifted yourself, positioning your soaking wet core over the twin heads of his members. You lowered yourself slowly, your walls stretching and screaming as both cocks forced their way inside you. It was a staggering fullness; your anatomy felt like it was being rearranged, pushed to its absolute limit as two thick heads breached your cervix simultaneously.
"Hah... Child of Man..." Malleus groaned, his head snapping back.
The sound was loud. Too loud.
"Malleus, shhh," you hissed, leaning down to plant your hands on his chest. "Lilia is just down the hall. Silver and Sebek are right across the way."
But the Prince of Briar Valley was beyond caring about decorum. As you began to move, sliding up and down the tandem lengths of him, the wet, squelching sound of your pussy being stretched wide filled the quiet room. Each time you bottomed out, your clit ground against the junction where his two cocks met, sending jolts of electricity straight to your brain.
Malleus was a mess beneath you. His claws dug into the silk sheets, shredding them as his hips began to buck upward instinctively. He wasn't just quiet-grunting; he was making high, melodic keening noises, the sound of a dragon being unmade by pleasure.
"They’ll hear you," you breathed, gasping as his cocks hit your G-spot in tandem.
"I... I cannot... help it," he choked out, his fangs bared as he gasped for air. "You are... so tight... I feel every... ah!"
He let out a loud, resonant cry that echoed off the stone walls. Panic flared in your chest, Sebek would be at the door with a spear in five seconds if he thought his Lord was in distress.
As you slammed back down, the sound of his cocks plunging into your slick, over-extended heat resulting in a loud 'slap-squelch', you grabbed his face. You leaned down and captured his mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
Malleus’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut. You used your tongue to muffle the next shout he tried to let out, swallowing his moans of ecstasy. He tasted like cold rain and something sweet, like nectar. He tasted like a man who had been lonely for a hundred years and was finally being touched.
You sped up the pace, your movements becoming frantic and wet. You were dripping, your juices running down your thighs and coating his thighs in a mixture of cream and squirt. Every time he tried to pull away to catch his breath or shout your name, you pressed your lips harder against his, biting his lower lip to keep him focused on the silence.
The friction was becoming unbearable. The way the two cocks shifted inside you, rubbing against one another and against your internal walls, was driving you toward a cliff. You felt your internal muscles begin to seize, clamping down hard on him.
Malleus felt it too. His entire body stiffened, his tail (which had been hidden beneath the covers) lashing out and curling around your waist to haul you down flush against him. He let out a muffled roar into your mouth, his throat vibrating against your lips as he finally broke.
Twin geysers of hot, thick cum erupted deep inside you. You felt the pressure filling you up, stretching your womb as he pumped load after load of dragon seed into your heaving body. The sheer volume of it made you squirt in response, your own fluids gushing out and soaking the bed beneath you both.
You stayed there for a long time, chest to chest, your mouths still locked together until the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thudding of two hearts and the distant, rhythmic ticking of a clock.
Extra scene:
The morning light in the Diasomnia lounge was dim, filtered through green stained glass. Malleus sat at the head of the table, looking unusually serene, though his hair was slightly more tousled than usual. You sat beside him, nursing a cup of tea, trying to ignore the dull ache between your legs.
Sebek was standing at attention, his voice booming as usual. "My liege! You seem... exceptionally rested this morning! Did the gargoyles on the north battlement provide a particularly stimulating evening of observation?"
Malleus cleared his throat, a faint tint of green-grey color touching his cheekbones. "I... yes, Sebek. The architecture was quite... immersive."
Silver sat across from them, nodding drowsily into his oatmeal. "I thought I heard something last night. Like a struggle. Or a beast in pain." He blinked slowly at Malleus. "Are you alright, Lord Malleus? I was going to check on you, but Lilia stopped me."
Lilia Vanrouge, who had been quietly sipping his tea with a cat-like grin, finally spoke up. He leaned forward, his crimson eyes dancing with a terrifying amount of knowledge.
"Oh, Silver, don't be silly," Lilia chirped, his voice dripping with honeyed mischief. "The Young Master wasn't in pain. He was merely... finding his voice. Though, he did seem to have a bit of trouble breathing at certain points, didn't he?"
Lilia turned his gaze to you, then down to Malleus’s lap, and finally back to Malleus’s face.
"I must say, Malleus," Lilia whispered, just loud enough for the two of you to hear while Sebek lectured Silver on the importance of not interrupting the Young Master’s 'meditation.' "You should really thank our guest here. If they hadn't been so... 'thorough' in keeping you quiet, I fear the entire dorm would have been awake for the finale. Two of everything usually means twice the noise, after all."
Malleus nearly choked on his tea. He ducked his head, his horns practically glowing with embarrassment.
"Lilia," Malleus hissed.
"I’m just glad you’ve found a hobby that involves more than just stone statues," Lilia winked, taking a slow bite of a burnt scone. "Though I’d suggest a bit more muffling tonight. I’m an old man; I need my beauty sleep, and your... 'appetite' is legendary."
You kept your eyes firmly on your tea, the memory of Malleus’s weight and his twin heat making your face burn. Beside you, Malleus’s hand found yours under the table, his fingers squeezing yours in a silent, possessive promise of a repeat performance.
Yeah hi! I'll take some (future/older) overblot boys +kalim x wife Reader and they're on their honeymoon and it's their first spicy/smut time as husband and wife🙌🙏
you read my mind ☺️ enjoy, love!
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Thinking About…
First time having sex with your boyfriend as husband and wife during your honeymoon
feat. Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia (with fem!reader) all aged up!
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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:
After what seemed to be months of preparation for yours and Riddle’s wedding, it was finally all over. Your husband had booked one of the most historic and beautiful places for your honeymoon as well: The Rosemund Manor.
The estate resided in the secluded countryside of the Queendom of Roses and was known for its luxurious rose gardens. The history of the manor could be dated back all the way to the Queen of Hearts, which made it a landmark of pride for citizens of the Queendom of Roses.
While looking online at photos, you were in awe at how far out Riddle would have had to book the estate. In accordance with the Queen of Heart’s rules, the estate could only be booked every other week, and never purchased on a Tuesday.
As the heavy wooden doors to the manor shut behind you, it feels as though the echos of voices from your ceremony disappear. All that was left now was you and your newly married husband.
The two of you walk hand in hand, your golden rings shining on your respective fingers. Riddle holds the door to the master suite for you before stepping in himself. You take in the elegant bedroom complete with silk sheets and a balcony overlooking the garden.
Riddle stands in the center of the room, looking at you. He is still dressed in his formal coat, every button done up properly.
For years, Riddle kept his heart under lock and key. But tonight, looking at you in the soft glow of the sunset seeping through the windows, he cannot help but let his rules melt away. All that remained now was the consuming desire to belong to you fully.
“We are finally wed.” Riddle finally says softly as he fidgets with his hands.
“There are no rules for tonight. Only… you and I.”
Riddle steps over to where you are standing. His gaze trails down, taking in your beautiful figure with an intensity that brings a blush to his cheeks.
His fingers are precise but trembling as he begins to help you out of your formal clothing. Everytime his skin touches yours, he lets out a breath. Riddle’s lips find your neck as he begins to kiss along your collarbone. As his head dips lower, his breathing becomes more intense.
Although Riddle prides himself in his composure, the feeling of your hands running through his crimson hair has him completely unraveling. A soft, needy whimper escapes his mouth as you begin to slowly unbutton his shirt. The rigid Housewarden is long gone, all that remains now is a man craving his wife.
You tilt your head back as he continues to ravish your neck. When he finally leans back and admires his work, you tilt his chin up and crash your lips onto his.
All the kisses between the two of you leading up to this day can barely hold a candle to this one as you two devour each other. Riddle begins to strip you of your clothes fully after you’ve successfully unbuckled his dress pants.
The kiss is broken as you step out of your clothes and lay down on the crimson silk sheets, looking up at him with longing eyes. Your husband quickly discards his own pants before hovering over you and placing his lips back on yours.
Both of your hands run along each other’s bodies as you explore one another as husband and wife. Riddle slowly begins to lose himself in his passion as he trails his fingers down your stomach before sliding them into your wet heat. You quickly break the kiss with a moan as his fingers curl inside of you.
“Let me guide you, my rose. Just focus on my touch.”
You nod as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers into you. He recaptured your lips as his thumb finds your clit and begins to fondle it. Your hips buck against his hand as you quickly begin to reach your climax due to all the pleasure.
Riddle begins to piston his fingers until they are stroking your sweet spot. Finally, you break the kiss and moan loudly as you reach your peak. Riddle stares down at you with pure adoration as he guides you through your orgasm.
As he removes his fingers from within you, he slowly starts to stroke his painfully hard erection.
“Are you ready, my dear?”
You nod, just eager to be filled again as your pussy clamps around nothing. Riddle intertwines one hand with yours while lining up his cock with his other. After he is fully inside of you, your walls clench around his length.
The second you give a curt nod, Riddle slowly begins to move. You squeeze his hand as his pace quickens.
Your matching wedding bands rub against each other as he hammers into you, babbling about how beautiful you look taking him.
Desperate to kiss your husband, you take your hands and wrap them around his neck, effectively pulling him down to meet your lips. He continues to thrust his hips into time with yours as you both swallow each other whole. Riddle breaks the kiss with a groan before pressing his forehead to yours.
“Darling… I’m going to…” He groans.
“Going to come..” You immediately nod in response as you near your own climax.
“C-Come inside.”
Riddle looks up at you, clearly shocked by this. But then your walls clamp down on his dick, and he cannot help but reach his peak.
“I love you… Oh sevens… I love you so much, y/n…” He whimpers out before coming with a loud groan. Shortly after, you squeeze his hand, reaching your own release. Riddle allows you to slowly milk his cock as you both come down from your highs.
When he finally pulls out of you, he presses a long kiss to your lips. The two of you sit there silently for a moment as you softly trail circles around his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You yawn sleepily, and Riddle immediately sits up, insisting he clean you up real quick.
The two of you go into the bathroom connected to the suite. As Riddle begins to draw the water in the luxurious porcelain tub, you step in.
Your husband quickly follows, both of you now submerged in the warm water. Riddle wraps your hand around his own before resting his head back. After a moment, he holds up your intertwined hands with a small, carefree smile.
“I still cannot quite believe…” He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “You’re my wife now.”
For a man who spent his entire life standing perfectly straight, he completely relaxes against you. He buries his face in the crook of your wet neck, inhaling deeply, letting out a long, contented sigh that stirs the damp hairs at your nape.
Once you two have dried off, Riddle wraps you up in a cozy robe then you both snuggle together in the large bed. You fall asleep right beside each other, and for once, Riddle doesn’t have a care in the world. He knows the two of you will be a team from now to forever, and that’s all he could ever want.
Leona Kingscholar 🦁:
The last thing that Leona wanted was a big wedding. However, his family insisted your marriage be treated like the royal wedding it was. You ended up agreeing, and Leona simply couldn’t say no to his beautiful soon-to-be wife.
That being said, Leona made sure it was clear he wanted absolutely no crowded tourist spots for your honeymoon. In fact, he said that your honeymoon had to be in a private place so he could have you all to himself.
While you handled all the wedding preparations with your mother-in-law and sister-in-law, Leona took it upon himself to make sure the private oasis in the royal reserve could be your honeymoon destination.
You had never seen the royal reserve, so the stunning, open-walled villa that overlooked the private oasis was dazzling to you. Leona was just happy it was secluded and that he had absolutely nothing else to do.
The second you had opened the large villa doors, Leona had already shed his formal vest, throwing it aimlessly on a chair. He wraps his arms around you, lifting your hand to his face as he smirked at your wedding band.
“Finally.” He mutters softly as he admires your pretty ring.
“No more old men talking, no more royal protocol. Just me and my woman.”
Your husband buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His rough tongue licks a sensitive spot right beneath your ear, making you gasp. You feel Leona grin before his teeth gently graze at your collarbone, leaving a small mark.
It seems as though Leona cannot wait another second to be inside of you as he starts to handle your clothes with eagerness. His rough, calloused hands trace every curve of your body, his touch is warm, igniting a feverish heat between you.
As Leona begins to try basically tearing off your dress, you move his hands softly as you chuckle.
“Unzip it, Leona. You’re not about to ruin my wedding dress!”
Leona smirks down at you then clicks his tongue before leaning down.
“I’ll just buy you a new one.” His lips crash into yours with surprising urgency. You moan into the kiss as he begins to caress your curves roughly. Leona leads you two towards the bed, immediately boxing you in after falling into it.
He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he quickly strips you of your dress, muttering about how badly he needs to see his pretty wife. The second your whole body is exposed to him, your husband groans softly before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly nibbling at your skin.
Your hands fly into his hair. As you tug and moan, Leona’s desire only expands. He finally reaches down to your soaked hole before quickly easing in two thick fingers. You gasp as your walls clench around him tightly.
“Fuck baby… you’re taking me so well.. can’t even imagine how good it’ll feel when my dick’s in you.” He begins to hammer his fingers into you, finding your sweet spot with ease as if he has your body memorized already.
“Leona… Leona, gonna come!” You moan out desperately as your walls tighten around him. Your husband smirks and begins to rub your clit. Your eyes clench shut and you meet your release around his fingers immediately.
Your juices coat Leona’s fingers as he pulls out. He smirks at your dripping pussy before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry. As you slowly begin coming down from your orgasm, Leona wastes no time, shedding his dress pants off quickly.
Piercing green eyes scan your naked body as Leona strokes his cock to full attention. He climbs back up over you before lining himself up with your entrance. As he enters you, he lets out a loud groan of your name as you suck him in.
There’s only so much a lion can do against his own instincts, so before you know it, Leona is thrusting into you at a steady rate. He nails your sweet spot with every thrust, successfully bringing you closer to your peak.
As your husband fondles your clit while continuing his assault on your pussy, you begin to moan loudly. Leona groans in response.
“Yeah, keep making those sounds for me. I’ve been waiting all day to hear them.” Leona mutters as he leans down and begins kissing your flushed skin.
Small love bites litter your skin as Leona pulls away to focus on thrusting into you, his speed increasing. The head of his cock nails into your sweet spot one more time and you suddenly cannot even warn him you’ve reached your peak before you’re coming undone around him.
Leona groans as he watches your face become flushed with absolute bliss. Shortly after, his own release comes as he floods your pussy with his seed. He proceeds to shallowly thrust in you at a slow pace while kissing along your body.
When he finally pulls out, his green eyes widen at the arousing sight of your hole stuffed with a mix of both your fluids. You begin to get up, wanting to check out the rest of the villa, but Leona quickly presses you back down on the bed with a smirk.
“You married a lion, remember? You should've known I’d be greedy with my mate. Now be a good girl and wrap your legs around me."
Let’s just say it’s going to be a long (but good) honeymoon!
Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:
From the moment Azul proposed to you to the day of your marriage, everything was planned out. Your fiancé took it upon himself to prepare literally everything down to the last minute so it was perfect. The cake tasting and venue was scheduled the second you said yes.
This precise scheduling also included your honeymoon. Azul never takes off work, so you were surprised when he told you he was taking a whole weekend off for your honeymoon. When the two of you arrive at the overwater villa, Azul proudly presents the itinerary for the weekend.
But Azul never took into account just how intoxicating having you for the first time would be. After having a lovely dinner by the sea, you and Azul made your way to the master suite. The bed was enormous with beautiful silk sheets and a dozen fluffy pillows.
The door shuts behind Azul as he immediately lets his shoulders drop, a long shaky sigh leaving his lips. He removes his glasses, setting them on the nightstand before turning to face you. Azul had spent his whole life trying to build an untouchable persona for himself. But after looking at you in your beautiful bridal attire, he realizes he doesn’t need a single shield. You love him, tentacles and all.
Azul approaches you slowly, his silver hair catching the light. He is a perfectionist by nature, and his touch is deliberate, laced with the desire to please you. His hands, which are usually so steady, shake hesitantly as he begins to slowly unzip your dress.
When his fingers graze against your bare back, a shiver runs through him. Azul leans down, pressing his head into the crook of your neck.
"I spent months planning every detail of the wedding to ensure perfection," Azul murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual theatrical, businessman cadence. It’s softer now, carrying a raw, breathless vulnerability. "But looking at you now... I realize the only perfect thing here is you."
After speaking, he presses a feverish, needy kiss to your neck. Your hands instinctively fly up to his hair, combing through the locks. For a man that prides himself on his composure, he sure does lose it very quickly once your hands are on him. Your husband moves his face from the nape of your neck and crashes his lips onto yours.
The two of you are pressed up against each other as your hands wander to tear off articles of clothing. Azul steps backwards, quickly stumbling onto the bed. The kiss break as he hovers over you, his blue eyes darkened with passion and lust. He quickly lets go of all his remaining defenses as his lips find yours once more.
As the kiss deepens, you grab Azul’s hand, leading it in between your thighs. Although your husband had been preparing and researching for months in order to make sure you feel pleasure, it seems all his mental notes went out the window when he felt your wet core. Two fingers lightly stroke your folds as he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes, which are watering over as he fondles your pulsing lips.
He really does try to let you take your time, but he could barely think straight as your walls clamped around his two fingers. Azul takes in every small twitch of your face as you come down from your high with a moan. As he begins to line himself up with your seeping entrance, he silently tells himself that he will remain calm and assure max pleasure for you.
That completely goes out the window… well the calm part at least. The second Azul is fully sheathed inside of you, he becomes a whimpering mess. It’s unlike anything he could have ever imagined. Your pretty moans fill his ears and your walls cling to his cock like a vice as he begins to move slowly.
As Azul’s pace quickens, you find yourself nearing your orgasm already. His eyes remain locked on your face, watching your expressions as if you are the most fascinating thing in the world to him. You moan out his name as you go right over the edge, in response, Azul mutters out.
"Ah... sevens, you're shaking so beautifully around me. Keep doing that. Squeeze me right there." Azul begins to reach his own climax as you ride his cock through your own. His thrusts become more sloppy as his seed spills inside you.
Once he had finished helping you come down from your peak, he slowly pulled out, memorized by the beautiful mess he made of your hole. After giving you a quick peck on the forehead, he cleaned up before going over to his suitcase, pulling out a laptop.
You look up from your spot on the bed, confused as to what he was doing.
"Azul...?" you mumble, blinking up at him. "What are you doing? Can’t you do work tomorrow or something?”
Azul doesn't look up from his laptop, his glasses entirely forgotten as he types furiously. "I am completely rewriting our contract with the resort," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly, and intensely focused rumble.
"And I am sending a highly authoritative email to Jade and Floyd, informing them that if they contact me for any reason short of the Mostro Lounge physically burning to the ground, I will personally see to it that their bonuses are liquidated."
You blink, stifling a yawn. "Wait, what? But we're supposed to leave on Sunday afternoon..."
"We were," Azul corrects smoothly, finally closing the device down with a definitive click. He turns back to you, a heavy, hooded, and fiercely possessive gaze locking onto yours. He slides down into the bed, trapping you beneath his heavy frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to lock you flush against him.
"I am officially extending our reservation," he whispers against your lips, his breath warm and hitching as his fingers trace the curve of your hip. "We are staying for the entire week. The Lounge can manage without me, but I find that I am entirely, completely incapable of functioning if I have to take you out of this bed."
You let out a soft laugh, your hands sliding up his bare chest. "Azul, you're ruining your perfect schedule."
"Let it ruin," he growls softly, his composure completely melting away as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a needy, desperate hunger.
"My calculations were entirely flawed, my pearl. A mere forty-eight hours with my wife is an insultingly low return on investment. I need you for the next seven days straight.”
Jamil Viper 🐍:
The moment Jamil proposed to you, Kalim tried to persuade him to have a big wedding. However, the last thing Jamil wanted was some huge, loud event with random people. He also refused to use anything from the Asim household even though Kalim offered dozens of times to help.
Your fiancé handled just about everything with extreme precision. He simply didn’t trust anyone else to make it perfect. Jamil’s whole life had been about someone else, and now he wanted to make sure today was just about you and him, his one true soulmate.
As much as you tried to wrestle it out of him, Jamil refused to tell you what he had in mind for your honeymoon. He would simply smile and tell you he had it all under control.
When you both arrived after the wedding, you were shocked. The place was entirely off the grid with beautiful stone walls surrounding it. Ever since Jamil had come across this place a few months ago, he knew it was perfect.
To Jamil, this was the best place for you two. In this completely isolated sanctuary, there are no masters to serve and no prying eyes—just the quiet music of the desert wind, rich crimson silks, and absolute freedom with his wife.
As the two of you unpack, Jamil seems extremely at peace, more than you’ve ever seen him look before. After checking out the whole place, you both end up in the master suite.
Jamil doesn't immediately turn to look at you. Instead, he stands in the center of the candlelit bedroom and takes a long, slow, grounding breath. With practiced grace, his long fingers reach for the heavy, jewel-encrusted collar of his white and gold groom’s robes.
He doesn't rush you. Jamil crosses the room with the silent, hypnotic grace of a desert serpent. He reaches out, his large, warm hand—now wearing a matching platinum wedding ring—gently cupping the side of your jaw. His thumb traces your lower lip, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look directly into his eyes.
"Look at me," Jamil murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, smooth, and incredibly smoky pitch that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. "No more crowds. No more family duties. No one else's schedule. There isn't a soul within miles of this valley who can hear us."
Your husband leans down slowly before pressing his lips to yours. Jamil had spent years practicing his self-restraint but as your hands run through his silky dark hair, that limit shatters. His kiss turns fierce and heavy, his tongue parting your lips with an eager, possessive rhythm.
While he kisses you breathless, his other hand slides down to your waist, his strong fingers gripping your hip with a sudden, firm desperation that pulls your lower body flush against his. With a low, possessive growl, he effortlessly scoops you up into his arms, carrying you toward the bed draped in crimson silks to finally claim his wife.
As your tongues continue exploring each other’s mouths, Jamil slides his hands under your dress. You moan into the kiss as his warm skin ignites your skin. Without warning, he simply slips two thick digits into you. Your hips immediately buck up as he curls his fingers inside of you. Jamil pulls away, clearly pleased by your reaction.
He quickly sinks a third finger inside of you, resulting in your whole body shaking from the added pleasure.
"You’re trembling so beautifully under my hands. Don't worry, darling... I'm going to take my time breaking you tonight."
You press your head back further into the pillows as Jamil begins to quickly pump his fingers in and out. He watches every single micro-expression on your face. He tracks the way your pupils dilate in the dim candlelight, the way your lips part to let out a needy whine, and the way the flush of heat rises from your collarbone to your cheeks.
Before you know it, you’re crying out his name as your walls tighten around him when you reach your orgasm. Jamil slows down somewhat, but continues to finger the liquid back inside. He pulls them out slowly, staring at the sticky fluid coating his fingers. Keeping eye contact with you, he brings them to his mouth, slowly sucking your juices off.
Jamil sits upward, quickly pulling off his dress pants as you begin coming down from your high. Your husband is extremely quick as he’s already sinking into your tight heat, groaning about how good you feel.
Once he bottoms out inside of you, your hand quickly finds his. His lust-filled eyes peer into your own as he hovers over you before hammering into you, the head of his cock nailing your sweet spot.
The second he found that angle which made you moan the loudest, he begins thrusting into you ruthlessly. Your eyes clamp shut as you wraith on the bed desperately. Jamil’s hand snakes around your body, carefully finding your clit. He hums thoughtfully with a grin as you whimper in response to him nudging it.
"You're completely unraveled under me. Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me while I take you." Jamil purrs in his silky voice. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as you near your climax. As you come down from your high, you yell out his name as he groans, reaching his own peak. His movements lose their neat calculation and turn into a fierce, frantic, and heavy desperation as his load floods into you.
He slowly pulls out after making sure he didn’t go to rough on you. You begin to get up in order to clean yourself, but Jamil picks you up, setting you back on the bed with a chuckle. He explains he’s not letting you do that before he then cleans you up himself. Afterwards, Jamil lays right beside you.
In the absolute silence of the desert canyon, away from all of society, Jamil speaks in a low, sleepy purr that is entirely stripped of his usual sarcasm or guarded tone.
As you drift off to sleep, he gently presses his lips to the back of your shoulder, tracing the platinum wedding ring on your finger with his thumb. "I never thought I'd get to have something just for myself.”
He whispers in the dark, his voice thick with raw emotion. "Thank you. For choosing me. For being here."
Kalim Al Asim ⚜️:
Everyone knows how much Kalim Al Asim likes a party. Therefore, there was no surprise when everyone in the Scalding Sands and every student at Night Raven was invited to your wedding.
To put it simply, your wedding was a global spectacle. Kalim refused to let anyone be excluded, so the festivities lasted nearly all weekend. Never once did he leave you on your own though, he doted on your every need leading up to the main ceremony.
Once the festivities were over, you and Kalim left for your honeymoon immediately. He got permission to take the Asim family magic carpet, and the two of you rode on it all the way to your honeymoon destination: The Silk Terrace.
This palace oasis had been owned by the Asim’s for many generations. Kalim may love a good party, but he wanted to give you his full undivided attention, which was possible at the estate.
The heavy, gold-leafed doors of the bridal suite click closed, finally shutting out the rest of the world. Kalim takes off his heavy, gem-crusted ceremonial turban, running a hand through his white hair with a soft, happy sigh. He turns to look at you, his crimson eyes practically sparkling in the candlelight.
His eyes scan your elegant bridal clothing. All he can think about is how he hasn’t seen anything more beautiful than you right now.
"We're finally married," Kalim whispers, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across his face. He walks over to you, his hands—now adorning a heavy gold wedding band along with the rest of his gold jewelry- gently caress your face.
"I've been waiting for this moment all day. My beautiful wife. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
Kalim pecks your lips with a giggle before running his hands along your body, feeling the soft silk of your wedding outfit.
You wrap your arms around Kalim’s neck, dragging his head down to connect his lips to yours. Kalim eagerly kisses you back, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide to your back, fiddling with the zipper.
He doesn't rush, pausing to press soft, eager kisses to your shoulders and neck. Every time you shiver, he laughs softly against your skin, pulling you closer.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a lower, breathless register. "I want to make sure you feel like a queen tonight."
You giggle as you run your hands through his short hair.
“You already make me feel like that, silly.” Kalim smiles in response before whirling you around, setting you on the bed. You stare up at him in shock, but his normal smile just remains on his face as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
His hands begin to wander around your body as he leans down, pressing his lips to your flushed skin.
"You're so warm... ah, your skin feels amazing against mine. I've been waiting for this all day." Kalim mutters against your skin as he kisses along your collarbone. You whimper as your hands fly to his hair, tugging gently as he nibbles on your skin.
“K-Kalim.. please… need you.” You whine out as he sucks a particular dark spot onto your neck. He looks up with a grin.
“Huh? Where at, baby?” Kalim cocks his head as he runs a hand down your body. You grab his hand and set it right over your aching pussy. As his fingers graze over where you need him most, you moan out, resulting in Kalim groaning before quickly slipping a hand under your clothes.
His index finger swipes through your dripping heat, the cool metal of his rings make you moan out as you throw your head back on the bed. Kalim quickly sinks his index finger in, slowly pulling it in and out of you.
“More… I need more..” You whisper to him as your hips begin to roll in rhythm with his finger. Kalim happily obliges, sliding in two more fingers. He continues to pump them into you until your walls tighten around his three digits.
“Are you going to come, habibi?” Kalim questions as he looks up at you. You nod desperately as you gush around his fingers. Your husband stares at you with pure wonder before pulling his fingers out.
He leans down, immediately kissing you desperately. As Kalim’s body hovers over yours, the two of you begin to grind against each other. You can feel Kalim’s erection begun to poke through his pants as he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.
Once you two part for air, Kalim heaves from being out of breath as he fumbles with his pants. You immediately reach up, helping him take out his aching cock. In return, Kalim helps shimmy your clothes off you. He groans the second he scans your full body.
“Habibi… oh sevens.” The young heir continues to stare at you. Feeling self conscious, you wrap your arms around yourself as a blush floods your face. Kalim gently grabs your hands before looking into your eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
As if a wire had snapped inside of you, you are kissing Kalim passionately while guiding his hard cock to your entrance. He slowly begins to push in, watching your face as you become accustomed to his length.
Once his cock is fully inside of you, he waits a second, allowing both of you to adjust.
"Ah... gods, you feel so good. You're so soft and tight around me, it's making my head spin." Kalim groans as he begins to slowly rut into you. As pleasure washes over the both of you, you near your climaxes together.
Your walls tighten around his cock as he slides back into you, and he simply cannot keep a constant rhythm anymore. When you reached your own climax, you came around Kalim’s cock with a loud moan of his name. Thrusting into you messily, Kalim reaches his own high, babbling about how good it feels to stuff his cum deep inside of you.
He collapses on you as he begins to come down from his peak. Since he’s extremely pussy drunk, he presses small heated kisses all over your body. Once he finally pulls out, he makes it his mission to finger the combination of your fluids back in.
The second you both are cleaned up, Kalim clings to you like a hyper-affectionate cuddle bug. He will let out soft, happy chuckles against your skin, his crimson eyes wide and sparkling in the moonlight.
"I can't believe we're finally married," He beams, his voice thick with sleep and absolute adoration. "You look so pretty right now... you're entirely my wife, and I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
You giggle softly before pecking his cheek. The two of you curl up together, slowly dozing off.
Vil Schoenheit 👑:
For the past few months, all your fiancé has been doing is preparing for your wedding. In Vil’s mind, the wedding of Vil Schoenheit and his muse could be nothing less than the event of the century. Your wedding took place at a lovely venue completely closed off from the paparazzi as Vil insisted on making the day all about you two.
In fact, Vil refuses to let anyone else design your attire. Every stitch, bead, and fold of your wedding garment is crafted by his own hands over months of tireless, secret work. Overall, the celebration is a whirlwind of high society elegance, but Vil never lets you drift more than an arm's length away.
While the wedding was of the utmost elegance, Vil chose a more simple honeymoon destination. He knew of a secluded estate tucked deep into a private valley and immediately knew it was the place.
The moment the heavy wooden doors of your private chateau click shut, locking the rest of the world out, the poised celebrity slips away. What remains is a fiercely possessive, exhausted, and deeply enamored husband. He drops the travel bags onto the floor with a rare lack of concern for order, his focus instantly narrowing down to you.
He walks over to you slowly, his amethyst eyes dark and intense. He doesn't say a word at first; he simply traps you between his arms against the heavy oak door, leaning his forehead against yours just to breathe you in.
"Finally," he murmurs, his velvety voice rougher and lower than usual. His hands slide up from your waist to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the remnants of the day's stress from your temples. "No cameras. No managers. No adoring crowds. Just my wife.”
Before anything else, Vil insists on taking care of you, transforming his usual meticulous beauty standards into an act of deep devotion. He guides you to a massive, freestanding marble tub already steaming with warm water infused with his custom essential oils.
With immense patience, he helps you out of your elaborate wedding attire, treating your body like the most precious artifact in existence. He sits behind you in the water, taking a brush to gently work through your hair, untangling the elaborate styling from the ceremony.
His long, elegant fingers massage your scalp and shoulders, working out every ounce of tension until you are completely pliable against his chest. When the bath is over, he wraps you in a plush, silk robe that matches his own, lifting you effortlessly into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.
His long, elegant fingers slide beneath the lapels of your silk robe, slowly parting the fabric to expose the bare skin of your shoulders. His touch is light, almost reverent, as if he is unwrapping the single most valuable thing he has ever owned.
You reach up to touch his chest, your fingers unbuttoning the remaining silk ties of his own robe. Underneath, his heart is hammering wildly against his ribs. It is a thrilling contrast—the untouchable queen of the silver screen, completely undone and breathless just from being near you.
He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, sending a fierce shiver straight down your spine. "No more performances," he murmurs, his velvety voice dropping into a low, raspy register that vibrates against your skin. "No more masks. Look at me. See exactly who you belong to."
He kisses your jawline, your throat, and the dip of your collarbone, his mouth hot and demanding. His hands slide down to grip your waist, his long fingers pressing firmly into your hips to pull your body flush against his.
You run your fingers through Vil’s hair as he continues his ‘assault’ on your neck. Your hands explore his body from below his robe and you begin to slowly pump his cock to full attention. Your husband chuckles against your skin once he feels this.
“Eager for me to fuck you?” He asks in that smooth tone of his. You nod immediately, just wanting the ache between your thighs to be satisfied. He smiles before grabbing his erection from your smaller hands.
“I suppose I shall indulge this for you, my fairest one.” Without further ado, Vil lines himself up with your entrance and slides right in.
Vil reaches up and captures your hands, pinning them gently but firmly against the velvet pillows beside your head. He laces his long, elegant fingers through yours, forcing the matching purple diamond wedding bands on your fingers to click together—a tangible, glittering reminder of the eternal vows you made only hours before.
His pace starts off agonizingly slow, his movements heavy and unhurried as he ensures your body acclimates to his size and heat. Once he feels you relax and open up completely beneath him, his pace shifts. The slow luxury turns into a deep, rhythmic, and intoxicating tide of passion.
Unable to hold on much longer, you moan out Vil’s name as you beg him to keep going. Of course he obeys as he continues hammering it you as you come around him. The feeling of your walls tightening brings Vil to his own climax as he lets out a graceful groan of your name before coming inside of you.
After assuring you are well, Vil pulls out, immediately making sure to clean you up. Once he got back into his comfortable robe, he carried you to the bathroom, insisting you still do your skincare routines together even on your honeymoon.
The two of you cuddle up beside one another, content with the silence that fills the room. You fall asleep to the feeling of his lips pressed softly against the crown of your head, both of you completely exhausted, deeply content, and irrevocably bound together as husband and wife.
Idia Shroud 🖥️:
If Idia had his way, you two would have had a Discord web-marriage with automated paperwork, but since he is the head of the massive, ancient Shroud family, a tiny physical ceremony is the ultimate compromise.
Aside from the officiant, the physical headcount is strictly limited. Ortho is the Best Man (and the entire wedding planning committee). Your side gets one or two of your absolute closest friends and Grim!
To satisfy the ancient Shroud family elders and elite Board members, Ortho sets up a highly encrypted, one-way livestream. The guests are all muted, their cameras are off, and their icons are minimized on a small floating screen. Idia treats them like Twitch viewers—completely ignored.
Idia glances at the security monitors showing the livestream has successfully ended. He slumps back into a plush gaming chair, loosening his tie with a massive sigh of relief.
He pulls you straight down onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder. "We survived the boss fight," he whispers, his blue flames warming your skin as a genuine, relaxed smile finally hits his face. "Pack the bags. Let's get out of here and go.”
For your honeymoon, Idia has bypassed all the traditional romantic hotspots and bought out a high-tech, ultra-luxurious private island villa in a completely restricted zone.
The moment the heavy security doors lock automatically behind you, Idia lets out the loudest, most dramatic sigh of relief in his entire life. He rips off his formal Shroud family tuxedo jacket and tosses it onto the floor.
Idia looks at you standing there in your wedding attire, and his breath hitches. He’s spent years admiring you from behind screens or with a stuttering voice, but the golden ring on your finger changes his code entirely.
Regardless of how badly he wants to touch you, you step up to him first, wrapping your arms around his neck. Idia sucks in a breath as he marvels at how incredible your touch feels.
"I-I'm going to ruin it," he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly as he refuses to look you in the eye. "My stats for this are literally zero. What if I touch you wrong? What if I'm too clumsy? You’re... you're perfect, and I’m just an absolute basement-dwelling NPC who managed to glitch into the best endgame route."
He wants to hold you so badly it hurts, but his arms are locked at his sides. Every time his fingers twitch toward the hem of your silk robe, he pulls his hand back.
"Hey," you whisper softly, offering him a reassuring smile. You take both of his trembling hands in yours and slowly guide them to your waist. The moment his long, pale fingers make contact with your skin through the smooth silk, a ragged, breathless gasp hitches in his throat.
You lean forward, pressing your lips softly against his, breaking through his mental firewall with a tender, unhurried kiss.
With you guiding the rhythm of the kiss, Idia's frantic breathing begins to steady, his panic slowly melting into a heavy, intoxicating focus.
You slide your hands up his chest, gently pushing him backward until his tall, lean frame is resting against the plush pillows.
After breaking the kiss, you dip your hand into his robe, searching for his cock. You climb over him, settling yourself comfortably over his lap as you begin to stroke his half-hard cock. Your husband rests his head on the pillows as he whimpers out your name. You look at him lovingly, nodding as you continue to rub him off.
You slowly untie your robe, gently taking one of Idia’s hands, guiding it to your chest. His cold hand gropes your chest hesitantly before squeezing a bit harder. You nod desperately as you continue to stroke his cock while he caresses your tits.
Finally, you sit upward before sinking down onto his cock. Once you are fully on him, you run your hands along his chest, waiting patiently for him to give you the okay. This takes a moment as Idia is currently a blushing, whimpering mess as your walls squeeze around him.
Finally, he gives you a curt nod. You slowly ease off his cock before sitting back down on it. As you begin to set a rhythm, Idia’s hands find their way to your hips, slowly helping you bounce up and down on his cock.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” You purr seductively as he throws his head back with a groan. After you slam your hips down into his one last time, Idia whimpers out your name as he comes.
His fluid floods your pussy as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. His hands find your chest as he begins to toy with your nipples. You nod desperately as you use Idia to chase your own high.
Luckily for you, your husband has read nearly a dozen hentai. He used that knowledge to hesitately fidget with your clit and chest. Before you can even register what’s happening, your whole vision turns white as you come on Idia’s cock.
Once the two of you had calmed down, you slowly pulled off of Idia’s softening dick. He lets out a content sigh before carefully spooning you. In all honesty, you are shocked. In all your time dating Idia, he rarely started physical contact. The two of you relax for a second then he speaks in a stuttering, silent voice.
"Hey..." he murmurs into the dark, his voice a low, raspy rumble against the back of your neck. "You really just... did that. You carried the entire party through the final boss fight. I was literally glitching out, and you just overrode my entire system... Thank you. For real. You're too good for an NPC like me."
You look up at him, tilting his head to meet yours.
“Don’t say that about yourself. There’s no one else I would rather be with, Idia. If anything you’re too cool for me.” You laugh as you wrap your arms around him tight. Idia turns bright red before patting your back awkwardly, still getting used to physical touch.
“Y-Yeah yeah… Just never be anyone else’s player two, okay? You’re accounted for now..”
Malleus Draconia 🐉:
For centuries, Malleus lived as an untouchable, isolated entity feared by the world. But growing into his full power as King only made his devotion to his human spouse more terrifyingly beautiful.
The moment the ancient, iron doors of his private chambers seal shut, his royal composure fractures. His draconic instincts—possessive, fiercely protective, and deeply starved for your touch—take absolute control.
Malleus has bypassed modern resorts, bringing you to a hidden, ancestral castle perched atop a misty cliff in the most secluded region of the Valley of Thorns.
You stand there in your wedding attire, and Malleus’s breath catches. He stalks across the room, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over you. He traps you against the carved stone wall, his large, claw-tipped hands resting on either side of your head.
"For a human, a lifetime is but a blink of an eye," he rasps, his voice dangerously low, vibrating straight through your chest. He reaches out, his cool fingers tracing your jawline down to the golden ring on your finger. "Yet you chose to bind your fleeting breath to my eternal one.”
When he lifts you effortlessly and lays you back onto the dark fur blankets, his ancient magic charges the very air, making your skin tingle with static electricity.
Malleus shifts his heavy, powerful frame completely between your thighs. He reaches up, pinning your hands gently but firmly to the pillows. His large hands completely engulf yours, forcing your matching wedding bands to lock together.
You whine out his name as you beg him to touch you. The fae slowly strips you of your formal clothing then does the same for himself.
He presses his hips down, sliding into you with a slow, agonizingly deep, and majestic luxury. He refuses to let you look away from his glowing eyes. As you adjust to his enormous length, you grab hold of his hand, squeezing as he continues to push into you.
"Cry out my name," he groans, a low, draconic purr rattling in his throat as his breath burns hot against your neck. "Let the entire valley know who you belong to. You are my treasure. My mate. Mine to protect, mine to ruin, mine for eternity."
Malleus knows how difficult it would be for a mortal to take his cock, so he sits completely still as you continue to cry out his name. Your husband runs his hand slowly down your body until he reaches the bulge forming in your lower stomach.
A heavy, rumbling purr vibrates violently through his chest, shaking against your ribs. "Look at how beautifully your fragile body accommodates my nature," he groans, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that is entirely unscripted. "You were made for me, my treasure. Every single inch of you was designed to take all that I am."
Since a moment had passed, Malleus slowly begins to pull out of you before sinking back in. He keeps a close eye on your facial expressions in order to set his tempo accordingly. You grab his hand, squeezing his larger one with your smaller one as he begins to fuck you.
Overall, the momentum Malleus has and the way his cock bangs into your sweet spot makes you come in a matter of seconds. His hands stroke your hair lovingly as you come down from your third high. All you are now is a trembling mess as you beg him to keep going.
Once Malleus is content with the amount of cum stuffed inside of you, he pulls out of you. He presses a small kiss to your stuffed mound before looking back up at your flushed out face.
“My love…” He whispers. “…So good for me...Let it pool inside you. I love you.”
You giggle softly before reaching up, pulling him down into a small kiss. The two of you cuddle close together as you rub small circles on his bare chest. Malleus stares down at you with a love struck expression. When you finally fall asleep, he presses a small kiss to your forehead before pulling the covers of you.
“Good night, my dear wife. Tomorrow shall be a brand new day with you by my side, now and forever.”
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HIIIII IM ALIVE EVERYONE! I sincerely apologize, I recently started my first ever job! I also haven’t been feeling the best so writing has been difficult :( I promise I’m working on all my requests and I’m so so happy to see you all still enjoying my work! Nothing makes me happier than seeing you guys happy!
Thank you all for the support and I love you all so so much! More than Kalim which is a statement hehe
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During the entrance ceremony yuu made sure not to take off their hoodie of their robe because a lot of people with either fear their hair or question it
At first they would always make sure they wear hat or a hood Even though the snakes on top of their head did not like being crammed up but complied
During the fights with the monster and the dwarf mine yuu took off their glasses and made sure the monster was looking at them and then turning into stone Then tumbling it over to break it
Grim, Deuce and ace we're the first people that knew about they being part snake but also have snake hair and able to turn people into stone which they thought it was pretty cool
After a while after the book 3 after using their eyes to turn jade and Floyd to stone to get them out of the way But luckily the effects only last for a couple of hours
Floyd and Jade surprisingly became pretty good friends with yuu jade Even wanted to see if their snakes were poisonous and Floyd Just wanted to play with him Even though it's more like he's annoying them
The snakes surprisingly feels very comfortable around Jamil for someone reason even getting excited whenever he's around
The snakes awfully help them around like getting stuff to them when their hands are full and helping them get ready even making hairstyles by them moving around
They have to wear sunglasses all the time to keep them from turning anybody in the stone But most of the time the sunglasses fall off
Rook took a massive interest even trying to check what type of snakes they were and a little bit interested about their origin because they seen a beast man but not a snake person That can turn people into stone
Usually when it's around Winter time around the campus The first years to make sure they don't try to sleep and try to keep them warm Even moving to scarabia for a while to make sure they won't get too cold since they're cold-blooded
A lot of people question if the snakes on top of your head can eat like they did so and then feeding the snakes and their questioning where does it go But not even they know they just don't question it
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