characters : grim & gn!yuu/you/reader/mc [use of 'yuu'], mentions of Crowley and the 7 dorms.
a / n: its not winter but it is in the story or its just cold. cuz i felt on cold on the moment so it is because i said so. im so sorry for being gone for a while, here's more angst because well hm uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yuu knew something was wrong when Grim stopped complaining; no demands for tuna, no dramatic declarations that he was the greatest mage in all of Sage's Island, no arguments about whose turn it was to clean Ramshackle...
He just layed on the floor infront of the fireplace he usually lights with his blue flames to keep his furr warm. Curse Crowley for leaving the two in the cold in the middle of winter.
"Grim?"
The only sound came from the blue fire, he didn't even look back.
"...What?"
"You've been weird all day." Yuu frowned.
"I'm not weird."
"You haven't caused any problem in 2 hours about now."
"Look at me." Yuu scooted closer waiting for the reply they knew they weren't going to get as grim's ears twitched and he reluctantly turned around.
And Yuu's stomach dropped, the little creature's eyes were tired... Not full of life like they usually are.
"Grim—"
"I'm fine!"
Yuu knelt in front of him.
"Are you being bothered..."
"No, I'm not."
"Grim."
"I'm NOT!"
He wasn't angry, he was sad. Only Yuu knew that best, something they're not proud of. And Yuu was scared.
"What's wrong?"
"...You're gonna leave." Grim looked away, answering after a long moment.
"What?"
"You're gonna leave, y'know..when you'll find a way home."
Yuu froze, not expecting this topic, why would he think about that now?
"You always talk about it, don't you?"
"Grim..."
"You miss your world." his claws dug into the windowsill. "You miss your family."
Your real family is what he meant, he's aware his kind does not exist in your world. And you'll never be able to drag him with you. He already physically hurt you once after all. Yuu couldn't speak, because Grim wasn't wrong.
There had been nights, so many nights when Yuu stared at the mirror chamber and wished for home and to put an end to all of this madness, and Grim was very much aware.
"But I want you to go, you miss your home." tears slipped down Grim's face. "So I want you to find it..."
"But...What am I supposed to do after? Everybody else has somewhere."
Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle,..
"But Ramshackle is just..."
Yuu and him, the words didn't left his mouth, Yuu understood anyway and a terrible ache spread through their chest.
Because Grim wasn't just a friend anymore. Somewhere between surviving overblots and midnight snacks and falling asleep during study sessions and arguing over literally everything...They had become family, the only family Yuu had in this world. The only family Grim ever had.
"You'll forget me, you won't remember the monster that lived in this broken dorm with you."
Yuu grabbed him immediately without thinking, pulling him into their chest. Grim let out a startled noise.
"Yuu—"
"Absolutely not."
The word came out stern, almost angry, they're trying to convince him and themselves. Grim went still and Yuu held him tighter.
"I could never forget you."
"But—"
"I couldn't."
Because suddenly Yuu realized something awful, Grim has never had any family, never had a place as he recalls...He's technically in the same situation as Yuu, except nothing can be done for him.
"You idiot." a laugh escaped Yuu. "You absolute idiot."
"Hey!"
"Do you know how miserable you've made my life?"
"RUDE!"
"You set things on fire."
"Sometimes!"
"You eat everything."
"I DO NOT EAT EVERYTHING!"
"You tried to bite Ace."
"He deserved it."
Yuu laughed, then immediately started crying. Yuu's only ever weak when it comes to Grim, the entire school noticed that, it wasn't new.
"...Yuu?"
"I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know if I'll ever get home."
Grim kept quiet as Yuu buried their face against his fur.
"But if I leave...I'll take every memory of you with me." Grim's eyes widened.
"And if you stay...?"
"Then you're stuck with me forever."
"...Promise ?"
Yuu's smile disappeared, because they knew exactly what he meant, he wanted them to promise not to forget.
"I promise." Yuu pressed their forehead against his.
Grim nodded before finally letting himself cry and Yuu cried with him. And neither of them said what they were both thinking.
Summary: Malleus is in heat, and you offered to help him.
Featuring: Heat Cycle, Double Dick Malleus, Malleus has scales, fingering, edging, mating press, missionary, doggy style, hair pulling, P in V, female orgasm
A/N: I apologize for the bad title, I couldn’t think of anything interesting. I mean it fits right? Cuz Yuu calls him Hornton and he has horns and he’s horny…get it….tough crowd huh…
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“Child of man, please remain calm. I have assured you many times that I intend to accommodate for your more… delicate anatomy.” Said the voice of Malleus, who was currently above you.
It was his breeding season. Or more simply put, he’s in heat. You agreed to helping him but that was when you were unaware of his biology. You knew he was bound to be different. He was a fae after all so he was expected to be different from human males. What you didn’t expect was two dicks. Two very large dicks at that.
“I know… and I trust you!” You muttered. “Are they both going in?” You asked incredulously.
“Am I not supposed to?” He asked innocently.
“Of course not! Human women are meant to only take one! And I’m not sure it’ll fit even if you had just one…” You stared at him with wide eyes.
“Ive done my research. The human body is elastic and capable of stretching to accommodate different sizes as long as I prepare you correctly.” Malleus said in an attempt to console you. “I plan to prepare you to take my size”
You swallowed nervously, which didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon fae.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable or in pain… please do not hesitate to stop me.” He said and nudged your legs apart with his calloused finger tips. You could feel the scales on the back of his hands brush along your thighs.
“You know, for someone in heat… you’re awfully calm.” You joked halfheartedly with a weak smile.
He looked up and made eye contact with you. “Just because my instinct to breed is stronger it doesn’t make my rationality any weaker.”
His voice was so relaxed it almost felt like he was lying when he confided that he was going through such a cycle. But the way he eagerly flipped your skirt up and tugged at the waistband of your panties proved it.
He slid your panties off and tossed them somewhere on the ground. He ran his hands back up your legs, where your skirt was still flipped, leaving you bare for him.
You spread your legs a little more and looked at up at him with weary eyes only to see him having a staring contest with your pussy.
“What?” You asked anxiously seeing how focused he was.
“Forgive me. I’ve never seen a female humans genitalia before just now.” He reached out to touch it. “I hope you are fine with my curiosity.” His fingers glided through your folds easily due to how wet you were.
Sevens, if he kept it up any longer you’d cum embarrassingly early.
He slowly stuck two fingers in, being gentle to not hurt you. He started as a slow pace to let you get used to it. His hands were slight, and his fingers were slender. But what his fingers lacked in girth, was made up for in length.
His fingers picked up in speed, plunging in and out of you rhythmically. He felt you relax and get used to the feeling, though you still clenched around him. It was both parts arousing and curious for him.
“I’m going to put just one in.” Malleus said before you felt the smooth tip of his dick touch the entrance of your slippery cunt.
You felt him slowly push in, but there was an urgency behind his movement. He was trying to be considerate to you, but he was just so desperately horny.
“You don’t have to be so careful. I said I’d help you didnt I? Don’t be nervous to take what you need.” You assured him, but hoped he still held onto his self control. You dont want him splitting you in half after all.
“I was trying to be considerate to you, but if you insist, I’ll fulfill my desires.” He nodded once and pushed in faster.
It felt like forever before he bottomed out, and shortly after that he started thrusting. They were shallow at first, but in almost no time at all his movement became animalistic and feral.
Your head was reeking from how suddenly he changed, though not in a bad way. Him being rough almost turned you on more than when he was gentle. Which was saying a lot, his loving side is what got you so soaked in the first place.
“F-Fuck-! Malleus ngh-hah!” You babbled out in a high pitched whine. Your hands reached for something to hold onto, the bedsheets, then his arms, and finally his hair.
He grunted when you gripped onto his hair. It was a slight burning sensation and it made heat coil in his abdomen.
He grabbed your legs underneath your thighs and lifted your knees to your chest, spreading you wider. It felt like every thrust hit deeper, was that even possible?
It wasn’t long after that you felt the familiar tension that always arrived when you were about to cum.
“Ah-ah-! Mal, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, though for some reason, after you said that Malleus stopped and pulled out. You had a confused expression on your face when you felt him flip you over onto your stomach and have you get on all fours.
You felt him slide into you again and you couldn’t help the relieved moan that left you. The sound your bodily connection made was a filthy squelch, and it made you clench around him harder.
He had a firm grip on your hips as he reset his wicked pace. All you could hear was the sounds of your sex. The wet sound, the clapping of your bodies, and your breathing combined with Malleus’s.
Sevens, the feeling was downright sinful it was so good. All you could do was babble and pant for breath. Your face felt hot and you just kept moaning loudly, which seemed to affect Malleus.
“How bothersome, you’re quite noisy. Anybody outside the room could hear. Is that what you want, for someone else to hear us?” He asked coldly.
“Hah-ah noo.” You whined breathily, bur despite what you said, you just seemed to moan louder.
Malleus clicked his tongue, put his hand on the back of your head, and shoved your face into the pillow below you. Your back arched to be more comfortable, which meant you were now face down ass up.
This new angle let him hit your sweet spot with every thrust. You gripped the sheets to try and hold back, for Malleus, but it seemed impossible. He was fucking you so good.
All you could manage was desperate muffled whined before you felt your orgasm wash over you too. You tightened around him, tensed, and gripped the sheets as hard as you could.
Malleus slowed down slightly when he saw this strange reaction from you. He stopped moving entirely when you shivered beneath him.
“Child of man? Is everything alright?” He asked with concern, which felt funny given how roughly he was just fucking you.
“Mnph- I’m okay, I just came…” You panted and swallowed. Did he not realize you had orgasmed?
“Does that mean we have to stop?” Malleus looked a little disappointed, and you didn’t miss the tiny thrusts he was starting to give.
“No, we don’t have to stop.” You chuckled softly.
“Good. If thats the case, I don’t intend for stop until sundown tomorrow.” Malleus declared.
Malleus was a man of his word, so when he said something he meant it. He never broke a promise. After that day, you weren’t able to show up in public for a week, mostly due to how bad the limp was.
SEE U IN THE HALL LIKE, HELLO, HELLO! UP AGAINST THE WALL LIKE, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!
How u spend ur day with ur boyfriends !! (>_<)
This is NSFW/suggestive content, I’m not responsible for what u consume!!
Mentions of biting, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampies, making out, groping, dry humping, bath sex, hickeys, cockwarming, orgasm control, and titty sucking, (? Should I put a warning for this idek), public sex, p in v, allusions to sex, click out if any of this makes you uncomfortable !! These characters are also in an aged up college au so u will have time between classes and stuff, reader is yuu, and depicted as like a bimbo/gyaru. That’s it!!
You start your day bright and early by visiting Heartslabyul and kissing the housewarden awake! He looks so cute when he’s flustered, and if you’re lucky enough he might kiss your cunny until you’re ready to start the day!
You then go downstairs and see Trey making your breakfast! If it isn’t done on time he always promises to fill you up with his cream to make up for your breakfast being late!
Once you’re finished eating breakfast you go over to Caters room to get your makeup done by him! Sometimes he tries to make it fun by putting a vibrator up your cunny to see if you can keep a straight face while you’ve got something massaging your insides and ur little clit!
And off to school you go with Ace and Deuce, you all just hold hands while you walk to school. But they always give you a long goodbye kiss before you head to class! A very long goodbye kiss.
Once class is over you often go searching for Leona! More often than not he’s waiting in the botanical garden for you. If your first class was stressful and had you worrying, he’ll gladly take it away by massaging your favorite spot inside you until you feel better!
Ruggie will then come pick you up and take you to your next class, he always likes keeping his hand in your back pocket to give you a little squeeze!
Once you’re in class you snuggle up to Jack who always keeps his blazer on your seat to save it for you! Since you two often sit in the back where people rarely sit, you have a hard time focusing on class. So, he offers to take notes for you as long as you let him play w ur pussy however he wants!
And then, during lunch, you go sit with Kalim and Jamil who always have a hearty meal for you to eat! Kalim is usually all over you, groping and grabbing you all he wants while he slides new jewelry on you with a kiss!
Jamil will usually hand feed you your food! Praising you for each bite and trailing his hand higher as you begin to finish your food. But all he does is give you a hickey on that spot below your ear once you’re done with your food, it always makes you hot and bothered!!
Your next class doesn’t start for an hour so you hop on over to Octavinelle to entertain yourself for a bit! You usually find Azul working on an advertisement so you go and try to get his attention on you instead. He’ll only entertain you for a few minutes before he has you taken out of his room by the twins! :(
But the twins are more than happy to entertain you! They ask you about your day, they sit you down somewhere, they kiss you, they play with you, whatever you want until it’s time for you to head to class!! You just end up walking out with a few bite marks on your shoulders and calves as compensation, but it’s always worth it!!
You then have potionology with Rook and Vil!! It’s usually your best class so you’ll have the two praising you like crazy when you get a spell correct! If you do good enough, Rook will let you sit on his lap and warm you up with something in his pants!
He does that while Vil is touching up your makeup, if you move while he’s doing so he’ll chastise you by pinching the spot on your thigh riiiight above your cunny! But if you don’t move at all Rook will reward you by getting you off! It always surprises you how you never get caught doing things like this! (They cast a spell over the corner you guys sit in to make it look like you’re napping while they’re talking.)
After that you have about thirty minutes before your next class, and you have it with Epel! So you usually meet up with him somewhere and just hang out until your next class. Buuuut, if he feels a bit frustrated from the day, you’re more than happy to drag him somewhere quiet and let him into your cunny while he grabs and sucks on your boobies!! (>_<)
Once class is over, the day is technically over! Unless, you joined a club. And because you’re such a great girlfriend, you joined the board game club to cheer Idia and Azul on! If they do good in a match, they can control a vibrator that’s tucked away deep inside you.
You usually sit in a corner where only they can see you. Sometimes they get too distracted and just watch you trying to hold in your composure, forgetting about their match. All while you’re trying to hold it in until one of them gives you the okay to cum!! But since they’re very mean all they do is just edge you. >:(
Then, school is officially over for you! And so is club time for Sebek and Silver!
You often catch them waiting for you by the hall of mirrors, Malleus insists that you always come over after school!
So on the way there Sebek tells you about his day while Silver tries not to fall asleep on the way there, he’ll tell you just about anything, and he unusually keeps his voice down just for you!
Sometimes, if you’re feeling a bit sneaky, you’ll let Silver walk ahead of you two while you drag Sebek away to give him a few kisses. You kiss all the way until you feel something poking at the wet spot in your panties and until his hair becomes messy just the way you like, but also, that’s when Lilia pulls you off of the boy.
You are then fed by Malleus for dinner, he keeps you on his lap all the way until you’re full and ready for some tutoring! If your tutor isn’t ready or hasn’t finish his meal, he’ll take you up to his room to pass the time by letting you study his body instead!!
Once your tutor is ready, you head to Lilia’s room, who helps you review all your materials from the day! Unfortunately, you get bored just about ten minutes in, and so does he. Soooo, you both entertain yourselves by going at it like rabbits!!
Once the suns down and it’s time for you to go shower and get ready for bed, you head to Silver. He’s more than happy to take a nice, relaxing bath with you.
If he’s not asleep yet, he likes to play with your clit under the warm water. He says that it feels even warmer during bath time! You often do the same thing to his tip, and then he starts whining for more! You never really get to it since he ends up falling asleep anyways.
You end your day in Silvers bed with warm clothes and warm arms wrapped around you while he humps you to try and get himself off before he falls asleep. You just love that you landed at nrc !! (>_<)
a/n: umm this is like my first time publishing stuff like this so I’m a bit shy. 😓 But I’m gonna add this to an au where nrc is the same but like an actual college so that the characters are a bit older and have more freedom to do what they want and stuff like that. Anyways bye :p
MY LOVE CANT TAKE IT NO MORE GOTTA CAST IT ON YOU ₍₍⚞(⸝⸝>⸝⸝<⸝⸝)⚟⁾⁾
This is my twisted wonderland masterlist!
Here the reader is depicted as a bimbo/gyaru in all of my writings. This is also part of my aged up college nrc au, but I MIGHT do highschool nrc for some fluff… hehehe… but for now I have nsfw…
EVERYBODY WANTS IT. EVERYBODY’S WAITING.
The new girl is totally hot !!
YOU’RE STILL A SUPER HOT FEMALE! YOU GOT YOUR MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT, AND THEY’RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR HOT TRACK!
Your friends really hate your bf (˶>﹏<˶ᵕ )
SEE U IN THE HALL LIKE, HELLO, HELLO! UP AGAINST THE WALK LIKE, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!!
How u spend the school day w ur boyfriends !!
AND WE WERE SO FUCKING CLOSE, THAT WAS SUCH A TEASE.
AND WE WERE SO FUCKING CLOSE, THAT WAS SUCH A TEASE.
Grim is a cockblocker >:(
This is nsfw/suggestive work! I’m not responsible for what you consume! This will contain allusions to sex, tentacles 🤤, and ALMOST EVERYONE getting blue balled. Reader is yuu and this is set in an aged up college setting
You just loved Grim so much that you couldn’t leave him cold and lonely when he’s just a kitten!
Anytime your boyfriends tried getting it on with you Grim was always around the corner whining about something! It could be that he was cold, hungry, tired, angry, anything that got you off your boyfriend and had you running to him instead!
When Riddle had your shirt sliding off your shoulders while making out, he was juuuust about to slide off your skirt when suddenly Grim was running though the halls screaming his head off for help because Cater wouldn’t stop trying to dress him up!
Trey was getting a bit handsy with you in the kitchen while you were helping him make something, and then Grim strolled in with his tummy all puffed out! (He wanted belly rubs)
Cater had you sitting on his lap making out with him half naked when Grim had called you on your phone (he has his own tablet) because he was hungry!
Ace and Deuce were both dry humping you on the couch in ramshackle when Grim woke up from his nap all stressed out because he couldn’t find you!
He wouldn’t dare step into Savannaclaw though, he says it reeks of beastmen. So when you’re there you definitely get your fill <3
But Grim still won’t stop trying to find a way to get you out of there, though. He’ll call you while you could be getting your back blown out and you would still stop whoever it was (Jack) and answer the phone immediately!
And in Octavinelle if Azul wanted alone time with you he’d have the twins go chase Grim around and he’d put your phone on dnd before he let his tentacles roam all around your bits!! (Tentacles 🤤)
The twins just do the same thing, except they swoop you out of Grims sight and take your phone away so that you have to pay attention to them instead.
And Kalim is suuuper patient when it comes to Grim! Even if he’s just about to get into your pants he doesn’t mind entertaining Grim about his questions of why the sky is blue! He does start getting a little restless though…
Jamil on the other hand isn’t as patient, he’ll stop to see what Grim needs (tuna) but he makes it known that he’s getting very frustrated.
Vil has no issue with Grim, all he does is toss a handful of toys at Grim before going to pound town with you and Grim will shut up for hours.
Rook also does the same thing, except he’ll feed Grim with as much tuna as he wants (maybe slide him some catnip) before he steals you away for some alone time in his room.
Epel doesn’t really get much action cause he doesn’t really try to start anything with you. You’re usually the one jumping his bones but Grim is always calling for you just when he’s easing into it. He thinks that you two are working together to try and make him blue balled.
Idia doesn’t really initiate anything as well. But when Grim starts hootin and hollerin while he’s rock hard he pulls out this toy he made specifically for Grim and tosses it out the door. It has lasers, feathers, bells, anything that he likes.
Malleus doesn’t gaf he puts Grim to sleep before he locks you in his room for the night.
With Lilia it’s 50/50. Sometimes he’ll make you both pause to see what Grim wants and sometimes he’ll put a spell over the room so that you don’t have to hear Grim calling for you and get distracted. He doesn’t feel bad when Grim whines later saying that you were ignoring him. But he gets a little nervous when you figure out why you couldn’t hear him.
With Silver you’re usually the one jumping him as well, he’ll get a wet dream of you and he wakes up all happy to see that you’re getting needy for him too but he gets a bit huffy and puffy when he hears Grim.
YOU’RE the lucky one to get Sebek alone and whimpering in a corner of the dorms, when Grim starts calling your phone or walking around looking for you he’ll immediately get you both dressers and act like nothing ever happened. You can’t even try to resume it later he tells you to go study.
But exams have been starting recently and everyone is pent up and stressed out!! You especially. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to put Grim to sleep while you all relieve your stress together??
YOU’RE STILL A SUPER HOT FEMALE! YOU GOT YOUR MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT, AND THEY’RE ALL WAITING FOR YOUR HOT TRACK!!
Your friends just hate your bf !! :(
Mentions of nudes being sent, gangbang, reader being called a whore and pussy, the bf is a total douche, mentions of cheating. Reader is yuu, and depicted as a bimbo/gyaru, I think that’s it!! Characters are in an aged up college au!
You trailed behind your boyfriend, ‘walking him to class’, you were chatting to him about whatever happened the night before and whatever’s been hot lately! He was listening to you while he had his phone in his hands, he was so caring! Making sure to listen to you and give you his attention!
“There’s this new arcade that opened up! Do you wanna go check it out on Friday?” You asked him, giving him a sweet smile as you hugged his arm, pressing your boobs into him.
“Uhh, no. I got plans with a friend of mine.” He said, shrugging you off. “Oh, okay! Saturday then?”
“Nah, don’t wanna.” “Oh… that’s alright! Maybe when you’re feeling up to it!” You cheered, reaching his class. “I’ll see you later!” You smiled at him, expecting a hug or a kiss but he just huffed and walked in, leaving you to look like an abandoned puppy.
“Your boyfriend is pathetic.” You heard Vil say from behind you, you turned around to see Rook and Epel at his side. “No he’s not! He’s just tired from testing and everything.” You defended him, holding an involuntary pout.
“Ma jolie, he pushed you away! Who could ever do that to a girl like you? I can’t accept it, non!” Rook insisted, bringing your face into his hands. “He just does that when he’s warm, it’s not a big deal!” You retorted, huffing.
“I gotta agree with them, Y/n. I don’t know how yall started talking in the first place…” Epel said, looking at the door your boyfriend went through with unsure eyes.
“Whatever, you guys just don’t know him like that! He’s totally sweet, I promise!” You insisted, not backing down. “Whatever you say. You know where to find us once you realize that he isn’t worth your time.” Vil sighed, walking away.
Ugh.
You went to Sam’s shop after school to grab some food to make dinner for yourself and Grim. But as you grabbed the cheapest items and even snagged coupons, you realized that you didn’t have enough money to cover even half of it.
You sighed in exhaustion, Crowley barely gave you enough money to live off of and your boyfriend has been asking to hold money from you, you and Grim had been scraping by the past two weeks.
Just as you were about to put everything back you felt a tail pat your bottom and looked behind you to see Ruggie. “Hey toots. You’re looking a bit stressed.” He said, his ears flattening a bit.
“I’m alright, Ruggie. I’m just trying to figure out what to feed Grim tonight!” You reassured him as he saw what little ingredients you had in your hands.
“Yknow… that guys draining you… ever since yall started going out, you’ve lost your spark. Even Leona’s noticed!” He said as you hummed, “I think you’re just taking it the wrong way. I look so drained because I have so much fun with him! We’re always spending time together after all.”
“Grim came to me a few days ago, saying that you weren’t eating well at all for a few weeks and he was asking me if I knew any recipes to keep you full.” He mumbled before digging into his pocket and handing you a ridiculously large wad of cash- probably from Leona.
“Nobody likes seeing you so upset, if breaking up with him is the only way to get you back to your usual self, then do it.”
Ugh.
You were out and about with Ace, and Deuce who insisted on taking you out to the arcade instead, giggling and dragging each other everywhere.
Just as you guys were walking out and heading to grab something cheap to eat, you saw your boyfriend. You gasped and squealed, nearly dropping the prizes they had won for you. “B/n is here, hold my things! I’m gonna surprise him!”
You were about to shove all your things into Deuces arms when Ace stopped you, “Ah, ah, ah! Look.” He said, pressing himself against you from behind and reaching around to guide your chin to where they were looking at.
Your boyfriend had a chick on his arm, he was laughing and he had a chick on his arm! He didn’t mention having any sisters or girl cousin, he told you that his family only had men. So who was that chick? A very distant relative?
“I’m sure that’s his cousin or something! Let me go! I wanna greet him!” You whined, trying to wiggle away from Ace. “It’s so obvious that’s not his cousin, she’s eye fucking him.” Ace said which made you turned around and smack his chest.
“Don’t say that! He’s probably just showing her around! Like you guys are right now.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Y/n. If one of us kissed you right now, would you consider that cheating on your boyfriend?” Deuce asked to which you immediately nodded.
“I mean, duh!” “That’s basically what they’re doing!” Ace groaned, slapping his hand over his face. You looked back to see him heading over to a food stall to pay for the girls food, you could’ve sworn he asked to hold money from you last week.
Ugh.
The next day you were in Scarabia eating a meal with Kalim while he rambled on about everything. “Are you okay my n/n? You look concerned.” Kalim asked as he took your chin into his hand and turned your face from side to side.
“Yes! I’m fine, Kalim. I’ve just been a bit worried over my boyfriend, nothing more.” You smiled at him, eating the bread he hand fed you.
“Is it about him leaving you on delivered?” Jamil teased, giving you a smirk once you frowned at him. “Yeah… but his mother’s health has been a bit rocky, he said that he’s very worried about her.”
“Ah! I understand! Still, I don’t think you should let his behavior influence yours. We can go ride on the magic carpet to take your mind off of it?” Kalim offered with a smile
UGH.
Later in the day you were hanging out with Malleus on your porch, showing off all the rocks you both had found throughout the week that looked interesting.
“You’ve been a bit quiet, is something bothering you?” He suddenly said, making you pause before you shook your head.
“No, silly. I’m just calm tonight.” You giggled, feeling a breeze mess with your hair.
“Asim told me of your lover earlier in the day. He seemed worried for you and said that your lover has been neglecting you recently.” He brought up, making your smile dim down a bit.
“Like I told Kalim, he’s been worried about his mother’s health and I’m just overreacting. He doesn’t have time to reply to me but I know he keeps me on his mind.” You smiled again, looking up only to see Malleus give you a slightly disappointed look.
“I’m sure you’re aware that there are many suitors more than willing to take his place, suitors that would take care of you much more than he can.”
His words made you look a bit down, you knew that your friends had a thing for you but they’ve never expressed it. They always remained respectful of your relationship, or made you soft knowing that they respected you so much despite wanting you.
“All of you say that, Malleus. Of course I’m aware. But, talking to someone to start a relationship is already super tiring.” “If you allow us to do all the work it won’t be as exhausting, no?” Malleus asked to which you giggled.
“Are you saying that all of you would be willing to date me at the same time? You’re silly.” You sighed, leaning on your arm comfortably.
“But, I’m gonna feel bad for breaking up with B/n out of the blue. I know he still loves me-“ “he’s lost interest in you, Y/n.”
And he was right. Absolutely right. The realization of that made you wanna cry but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any further than you have.
You watched as he lifted his hand and lightly swiped it across your forehead, making you drift off into sleep. “That boy is no good for you.”
UGH!
You were laying in bed scrolling on your phone before you went to sleep. Grim was already drifting off beside you on his dog bed that was next to your pillow. You could hear him snore adorably every few minutes and it melted your heart every time.
You heard a notification from your phone before a banner popped up at the top.
[3 attachments from IDIAAA ٩(^ᗜ^ )و]
You immediately opened them, it was rare for Idia to text you on his own without having Ortho talk to you instead. But once you opened them your heart dropped.
It was pictures of your boyfriend out and about again with that same girl, one their hands interlocked, one with your boyfriend feeding the girl his food, and the last one is of the girl giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. Practically the corner of his lips.
[IDIAAA ٩(^ᗜ^ )و] : just dump that loser already, I made a whole new camera for Ortho to catch them.
You : they’re just friends, I’m sure she means it in a friendly way.
Quit snooping on my bf >:(
[IDIAAA ٩(^ᗜ^ )و] : THEY’RE LITERALLY KISSING WHY ARE YOU STAYING WITH HIM 😭😭😭
DUMP HIM PLEASEEEEEEEE
I’m hacking into his phone next.
You : Idia 🤬🤬
UGH!!
A week later, you were sitting next to your boyfriend in the botanical gardens while he was slumped over his phone. He was smiling at it.
“Yknow, since exams are over, why don’t you spend the night? We haven’t had a sleepover in a while.” You asked, looking at him while also sneaking a glance at his phone, he was looking at a picture of the girl he was with last week.
“Can’t, I’m gonna go take my friend around town.” He muttered, leaning away from you.
“Really? Do you mind if I come with? I always like meeting your friends.” You asked him with a smile.
“It’s my friend, Y/n. She’s gonna feel awkward if there’s someone that she doesn’t know clinging to me.” He brushed you off, now starting to hide his phone a bit.
“Well if your friend’s a girl, then we’ll get along just fine!” You insisted, sliding your hand to interlock with his but he immediately slapped your hand away.
“She acts more like a boy, you two aren’t gonna click. I already told her that it would just be us.”
“Is it that girl I saw you with two weeks ago? By that funnel cake stall?” You asked suddenly, making him glare at you. “Are you seriously stalking me?!” He began raising his voice, making you a bit scared.
“N-no! I wasn’t! I was out with my friends when we saw you with a girl! I’m just asking if it’s the same girl!” You stammered, watching as he grew more and more angry.
“You’re always hanging around those boys, I told you to stop talking to them a long time ago, I don’t want you talking to other men!” He seethed, making you scoot away slightly.
“W-what? B/n this is an all boys school, do you just want me to be lonely here?” You asked him, your hands were beginning to sweat.
“Yeah, I do. I don’t want you to be out here showing yourself off to any guy who will give you five minutes of their time! You’re my girlfriend!” At this point even you were getting angry, but he looked like he was about to explode!
“I don’t show myself off what are you talking about?! Are you calling me an attention seeker??” You whimpered, “With all that bullshit you wear, somebody’s gonna be staring! This is why I never go out with you!” He said, making you flinch.
“But- you said you didn’t mind the way I dressed! You said you liked it!” “I never did! I just said that to get you to shut up about your outfits everyday!” He yelled, making you yelp and distance yourself from him.
“You dress like a whore but you act like a pussy! You know what- we’re done, go suck your friends dick for all I care!”
You stared at him wide eyed for a few seconds before quietly picking up your purse and leaving.
UGH!!!
On your way back to your dorm you walked past the twins and Azul who all shared a look before trailing after you. “Is the little stingray crying? Did something happen between you and that blobfish?” Floyd giggled as he matched pace with you.
“Nothing happened, Floyd. It’s just allergies!” You insisted, repeatedly rubbing your handkerchief under your eyes. “You only breathe like that when you’re panicking~ he broke up with you didn’t he.” In a split second his teasing smile dropped, making you a bit scared.
“It’s none of your business, why do you care.” You huffed, walking faster. Suddenly, he had a firm grip on your bicep and reeled you back to face him. “That’s not nice… How about we go talk to Azul~” he grinned before dragging you to meet Azul and Jade halfway.
“Why the waterworks? You know, it makes us upset to see you upset, my dear.” Azul said as you just tilted your head down and glared off to the side. “I don’t wanna talk to anyone right now… I’ll talk when I’m ready…”
“Why wait? We can handle him for you if you so wish, he is form our dorm, after all~.” Azul insisted as Floyd cheered. “Just leave me alone… this isn’t funny…” you mumbled before ripping your arm out of Floyd’s grip and continuing to your dorm.
As you made your way inside you set your bag down before walking to your room and finally letting go. You broke out into a huge sob as you kneeled infront of your bed and cried into the sheets. Even the ghosts tried comforting you a bit before you ultimately sent them away.
“You poor thing, look at you, crying out of pain.” You heard Vils voice before the sound of your door creaking open. “Go away.” You whispered, trying to glare back at him but your vision was extremely blurry from the tears you were shedding.
“But why? We can make you forget all about him, you know?” You heard Lilia in front of you to see him dangling upside down.
“Why’d you wait for him to break up with you? If you broke up with him first you wouldn’t be crying all over the place like this.” You heard Leona walk in as well before more and more of your friends walked in.
“Just forget about him.”
[MY BABYYY] : bby u know im sorry, I didn’t mean all that yk I wouldn’t yell at you like that
Come over for a bit, miss u
Do you forgive me ml?
Y/n?
[you] : yo she lowk kinda busy rn
She also said that she’s done w ur dumbass
[MY BABYYY] : Fym?
Who is this?
Get off my girls phone
Where is Y/n.
[you sent two attachments]
[MY BABYYY] : WHAT THE FUCK
YOU FUCKING BITCH
[you] : ur just jealous that she didn’t let u hit loser :p
This is nsfw/ suggestive work!! I’m not responsible for what you consume!!
Mentions of panty stealing, allusions of sex, under the skirt pics (idk how to word it), degrading, I think that’s it. Reader is depicted as a bimbo/gyaru, reader is yuu. And the characters are in an aged up college au. Pls let me know if I missed anything!!
NRC was just in absolute shock when the prefect first came to town! The hottest girl they’ve ever seen stepping out of the coffin into a room full of raging hormonal boys made everyone almost want to jump at her for a piece!
Almost everyone cheered when they found out that she had been enrolled on the second day of school, people would just watch her like eye candy and they would try to walk by to catch a whiff of that perfume that could make anyone’s head spin!
The first seniors that she met, Trey and Cater? Yeah, they were all over her. They lead her to her classes, to lunch, introduced her to their friends, all while looking at her like they were gonna take a bite out of her if she let her guard down enough. They even began kissing her cheek and giving her a hug in greeting saying, “that’s how everyone greets each other!”
Ace and Deuce act super casual around her, but they totally sneak under the skirt pics when she’s not looking!
And there were rumors going around of her helping to get rid of the overblot monster of Riddle Rosehearts! Right after his over blot once he started to recover he practically became goo in the prefects hands, he would just smother himself all on her like a cat trying to scent its mate! (Sometimes she’d visit him late at night and Riddle would always seem relaxed the day after)
When the prefect first laid her eyes on Jack she was drooling everywhere, “what a hunk!!” She always squealed, massaging his muscles whenever he let her.
When Ramshackle got taken over and the prefect had to run to Savannaclaw to ask for shelter, Leona just dragged her into his bed every night despite her going through all the trouble of setting up her own bed on the floor!
(She trusted Ruggie to wash some of her shirts by hand since they were pretty delicate, what she didn’t realize was that one of her favorite lace panties decided to come along on the trip! She never saw them again 🤧)
When the prefect had to go underwater to retrieve the picture Azul was talking about and it ended up with the twins being in the way, while her and her friends were running away they just snatched her up and pushed her into a cave to “tease” her a little bit . They don’t really talk about what went down in that cave, but she came out calm and collected while the twins were left in the cave all sensitive and twitching!!
(If anyone asks her about what kept her behind that time while the twins are nearby, they get pretty hot and bothered. They don’t make it known though, they just hover nearby. (If you look at her ankles you’ll see bite marks that are still there to this day))
After Azuls whole overblot he just kept turning blue when he saw the prefect! I mean, before he was still blushing but after he was blue up until the tips of his ears! If you watch him closely you’ll see him looking at the prefects cleavage 🤫
When the prefect was going over to Scarabia often during their school break, Kalim would always have something planned for her. He loved seeing her eyes light up when she got the opportunity to cuddle the sweetest tiger!! He even invited her to a sleepover in his room where they stayed up almost all night! (She was super excited to hear that she could ride an actual magic carpet! Though, she ended up riding his magic carpet right after.)
Jamil was just the biggest meanie to her! I mean, infront of others he was respectful and quiet around her, but if they ever ended up alone he’d just have the dirtiest mouth on him! She’d always run away and start crying, she never had the heart to tell anyone, even if he was being mean she didn’t want to get him in trouble!! (but after his overblot he apologized for everything in private as well)
Vil wasn’t her biggest fan when it came to her makeup style, he didn’t like all the heavy makeup and forced her to wash her face anytime she was near him! He had the decency to redo her makeup but in his taste, elegant and clean.
And he made her change, too. But he was hopeless after seeing that the most coverage she would get from her clothes was just an extra inch of fabric under her bottom.
Rook was already drooling over her ever since she appeared in the hall of mirrors, he wasn’t shameless with his stares. If he was staring at her ass while she bent over, he was staring at her ass. Looking at her chest while Vil made her do jumping jacks as punishment? He was watching her tits bounce.
For a guy that came face to face with her tits even with or without heels Epel talked to the prefect like she was a whore!
The prefect and Idia DID NOT get along. Once they were finally face to face for the first time in the whole SCHOOL YEAR they just kept going back and forth talking shit to the others face and it ended up with the prefect almost shoving her heel down his throat >:( She was specifically pissed because he took Grim away and he wouldn’t give him back. Who knew that the prefect could have such a mouth on her?
Epel did kind of lighten up on the prefect after the whole thing with Idia, he grew sweet on her but now she’s the mean one! (He likes it)
And once Idia’s whole overblot thing was over the prefect was basically all over him, flirting with him, touching up on him, texting him every hour of the day! If Idia was ever near the prefect his hair would always be pink to some extent, and she just loved that color on him so she did everything she could to keep him that way!!
She was also like that to Malleus, she loved running over to him once he’d appear at her dorm, dragging him to her room to show him everything she had made on her own with supplies from Sam’s store. If she was lucky enough he’d let her feel all up on his horns! (She knew to massage the base specifically, it’s always so cute seeing him shiver and ball up his hands)
On the outside Lilia would never admit he had the hots for her, sure she was pretty, curvy, bouncy… but he wouldn’t meddle in with the youth, he just couldn’t! But he didn’t miss the glances she’d sneak whenever he was nearby, he could feel her boring her eyes into his fangs whenever he laughed or smiled. But on the inside, he thought of everything imaginable if he ever got to be alone with her.
Silver sometimes pretended to fall asleep on the prefect just so that he could lay his head on her boobies or thighs!!
The prefect was all over Sebek too, she whined at him all day to take the gel out of his hair. She loved seeing him with just combed hair, no gel!! But she would feel all up on his muscles, too. Training and everything has him jacked up enough to feel it through his blazer!!
She pretends that she’s oblivious to the stares that her friends give her right in her face, “playfully” flirting with them, asking any and everyone of their opinions on her outfit while wearing something that could be deemed extremely scandalous in someone else’s eyes, and always bending over a bit extra (she made sure that her panties and bra matched every day).
She especially loves it when her friends flirt back, she always shivers a bit when she hears one of her friends whisper deep into her ear!
But… recently they’ve been discussing with each other and notice that she does this stuff around specific people, not everyone. Who knows, maybe if she kept on going she would get what she really craved as a little gift from all of them. (>///<)
Summary: You accidentally give Floyd an erection and now bear the responsibility.
Featuring: Slight masochism, blowjob, male loss of virginity, friends with benefits, submissive male, slight choking, dominant female, p in v sex, cowgirl position, protected sex, slight ooc
tags imply reader is female but honestly its pretty vague
A/N: so sorry for not posting in over a month, nothing happened i was just lazy and busy. Still got a bunch in progress so i promise i will be posting! Im just worried about my writing feeling too static or repetitive so I’ve been extra stumped 😞
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You were just trying to have a nice, relaxing evening. But living in Octavinelle, and by proxy, being friends with the tweels, guaranteed you anything but that. Almost the exact second you flopped into your bed your door burst open. A voice accompanied the sound of the door, a voice you knew very well.
“Shrimpy!!” Floyd screeched excitedly. “I just made an amazing discovery!”
You sighed and begrudgingly responded, “What might that be?”
“MY PENIS WORKS!” If that statement didn’t shock you, you don’t know what would have.
“What?!” You asked incredulously. “Doesn’t it normally?”
“Yeah, but not in the fun way!” He grinned widely.
“Floyd please tell me you didn’t mutilate your penis…”
“It messed itself up!”…what? “But then it went back to normal again.” Goodness gracious, is he trying to give you an aneurism?
“Floyd, what in twisted wonderland are you talking about?” You sat up and rubbed your temples.
“Look look!” He fumbled with his pants and pulled them down. You had both been naked in front of each other before, so it wasn’t weird. Yet.
“Okay, you have to help me activate it again.” He looked at you expectantly.
“What? Why me?” You frowned.
“Well you caused it in the first place!”
“What the hell did i do? I didnt mutilate your penis!” You argued.
“Don’t be silly shrimpy, it happened after you slapped me!” He giggled. “C’mon, slap me again!”
After he interrupted your relaxation time, you were glad to do just that. You stood up and bitch slapped him. As expected, his head hardly moved, but the red mark forming on his cheek satisfied you.
You both looked down, lo and behold, his dick was “changing”.
“Floyd are you serious? Thats just an erection.” You sighed. “Didn’t you learn about this before coming to land? It’s basic human stuff.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe, probably wasn’t paying attention though.” He shrugged dismissively.
“Of course you weren’t. Great, now i unknowingly gave you an erection.” You sat back down on the bed.
“Well thats okay, because you can help me! Right shrimpy?” He smiled brightly.
You threw a pillow at his face. “Hell no! Go take care of it yourself!”
“Aww shrimpy, why not?” He caught the pillow. In reality you did want to help, but if you agreed to quickly you would look desperate. Then you would be subject to Floyd’s teasing for sevens know how long. “This ‘erection’ is your fault you know.” He pouted.
“You know you’re just trying to get laid.” You flipped him off, which resulted in a smile creeping back onto his face.
“Don’t say that about me, I’m a gentleman!” He stepped closer and crouched by the side of your bed.
“Your brother is maybe” you flicked his forehead and he only laughed in response.
“Jade? A gentleman? You’re funny shrimpy.” He caught your wrist and held it in place.
“Fine, Floyd, i’ll sleep with you. But only because i don’t want to owe you any favors.” You sighed and laid back in bed lazily, expecting him to take the lead.
“You don’t really expect me to be in control, do you?” He asked curiously.
“Well you’re a guy.” You shrugged.
“Well i don’t know how human intercourse works.” He stared at you. “And men don’t have to always be the dominant one, you know. Orcas are female dominated.”
“Yeah okay i get it” you rolled your eyes. “Thats oddly deep coming from you, but whatever.”
“So will you teach me how humans do it?” He leaned in closer.
“Fine, ill go over the basics with you.”
After a very brief 10 minute explanation on how humans have sex, now was the time to actually try it out. Unfortunately the earlier problem of his erection did not get any better. You kept insulting him, and that only proved to make his hard-on worse.
“Are you ready?” You asked from the ground. He was at on the edge of the bed, his legs spread so you could fit between them.
“Humans are so cool. You can have sex just for fun not for breeding.” He grinned in amusement.
You leaned back on your knees. “Im kinda surprised on how clueless you are on sex. Seems like the kind of stuff you would like.”
“Well before now i didnt know it could be fun.” He shrugged. “What is it gonna feel like?”
“Good. I dunno how to explain it, you know it when you know.” You grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times with your hand.
You leaned closer and took it into your mouth. Floyd tensed at the warm wet feeling, but ultimately relaxed when he decided he liked it.
You fell into a nice rhythm, the pace was fast enough to give him a nice experience but not too fast to overwhelm him.
You ran your tongue along the underside before taking him all the way and swallowing around him. He squirmed and gripped your hair.
He pushed you down impossibly further, which earned him a choking sound from you. You pulled back and looked up at him as your eyes watered.
“Careful Floyd i can stop this at anytime.” You flipped him off and he giggled. You resumed blowing him off, he was a tricky guy damnit and if you didn’t satisfy him he would tease you for not being a good enough whore!
After a few more minutes of him just being plain obnoxious and making it uncomfortable for you, you have had enough.
You pulled back and wiped your mouth.
“You just don’t know when to quit do you?” You stood up and pushed him back on the bed.
“Aww shrimpy, i was just playing-“ he was cut off when he hit the mattress, and by you crawling on the bed to straddle his hips.
“Well I’m not.” You opened the drawer on your bedside table and grabbed a condom. You tore the packet open and slid the rubber contraception over his shaft.
“I’ve just about had it with you Floyd.” You frowned at him. He looked at you in mild confusion before he watched you shimmy out of your pajama bottoms and underwear. “This isn’t a reward, I just want to get this over with.”
You positioned your hips over his and took some time to align them before slowly sinking down. Thankfully he wasn’t a super girthy guy so even unprepared it didn’t hurt too bad.
You stayed still for a bit to get used to the feeling of him inside you, then started slowly moving. Floyd swallowed thickly and put his hands on your hips.
“No, you don’t get to touch me.” You gripped his wrist and pinned them to the mattress.
“Angh shrimpyyy” he whined. Hearing him suffer satisfied you. You lightly dug your nails into the back of his wrists.
When he felt the light pain his hips twitched upwards into yours, he even whimpered a little bit. It almost shocked you, what made him react like that?
Was it the pain? How interesting…
“Now now, Floyd, what did I say?” You dug your nails deeper, enough so to leave indents.
He gave a high pitched groan.
“You’re so cruel shrimpy!” He pouted.
“Learn to be good for once why don’t you?” You rolled your eyes and started moving your hips up and down. “I’d be nicer if you behaved.”
Floyd whined at the feeling. You saw the look on his face, he was clearly restraining himself from doing whatever he wanted, which was a first. He must really want this.
You smiled and increased the pace just slightly, only to see him tense. You’ve never seen this side of him, it almost made you laugh. You would have if not for the distracting feeling between your legs.
You swallowed thickly and moved your hands around his neck, and applied pressure. Just slightly, he could still breathe just fine but he could definitely feel the pressure.
His eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched, then a flush spread across his face. Not long after you did so, you felt his dick twitching inside you.
“Aww are you close?” You cooed mockingly. “Say please and i’ll let you cum~”
He looked up at you with that stupid grin of his and watery eyes.
“Please-! Please i promise all be good!” His voice was desperate and high pitched.
“How sweet of you, it’s like music to my ears.” You smiled and pistoned your hips down onto him.
When you felt something warm suddenly inside you it triggered your own orgasm. You took him all the way and ground your hips in slow circles to drag out the feeling.
Floyd was a whimpering mess when you dismounted him and grabbed some tissues to wipe yourself up.
“Shrimpy that was great- ehehehe!” He smiled widely.
“Im sure it was now get out of my room.” You found your panties and bottoms and put them back on.
“Aww already?” He pouted.
“Yeah. Now take that condom off and go to your own dorm.” You sighed.
“Fine fine, whatever.” He yawned and stood up, then walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wipe himself off.
The second he came out of the bathroom and put his pants on you shoved him out of your room and slammed the door in his face.
The next day was a drag, Floyd kept hanging around you, seemingly in a better mood than usual, and Jade gave you awfully knowing looks. Associating with the twins was more trouble than it was worth.
You were straddling his hips, the warmth of your bodies mingling, when Trey pulled back with a soft curse. He fumbled to remove his glasses, only to nearly elbow you in the chin.
"Sorry—sorry—" He laughed, embarrassed, as you steadied his hand. "I swear I'm usually more coordinated."
"You're fine," you whispered, guiding his glasses to the nightstand. When he looked back at you, his eyes were soft and sheepish.
"I was trying to look at you," he admitted, "but everything went blurry at the worst moment."
You kissed his nose. "I'm right here. You don't need to see me to feel me."
He groaned, half-laughing, as you rolled your hips. "That's... that's a good point. But also—" He winced as he thrust upward a little too eagerly, knocking his forehead against yours. "Ow."
You both dissolved into giggles, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling. He cupped your cheek and murmured, "Let me try again. Slower this time."
Cater Diamond
He kept talking.
Not in a seductive way—more like he couldn't stop his mouth from running while his hands fumbled with the clasp of your bra. "So, like, I was thinking this morning about that new blend at the café, and—wait, no, that's not—okay, this clip is really stubborn—"
You reached back, unclasping it easily. He blinked, then flushed a charming pink that spread to his ears.
"Show-off," he mumbled, but he was grinning.
You pulled him down onto the bed, and he landed half on top of you, his elbow jabbing the mattress. "Oops—sorry—" He scrambled to adjust, his knee bumping your thigh. "I'm usually smoother than this, I swear."
"You're doing fine."
"I put my foot in my mouth and my knee in your crotch. Fine is generous."
You laughed, pulling him closer. His awkwardness melted as your lips met, and though he still tripped over his own hands when he reached between your legs, the shy smile he wore made it all endearing.
Leona Kingscholar
He was trying to be aloof. Trying to act like this was no big deal.
But when you guided his hand down, he tensed. "Hmph. You're awfully eager."
"And you're avoiding my eyes."
He grumbled something under his breath. When he finally pushed inside you, he let out a low groan—then immediately sneezed.
A sudden, violent sneeze that made him jolt and slip out. He froze. You froze.
"...Don't." His voice was flat, but the flush creeping down his neck betrayed him.
You pressed your lips together, but a snort escaped. Then another. Then you were laughing, shoulders shaking, as Leona glared at you.
"It's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
He growled, but when he ducked down to nuzzle your neck, his own lips were twitching. "If you tell anyone, I'll make sure you regret it." His voice was gruff, but his hand found yours, lacing fingers together. "Now stop laughing and let me try again. Properly this time."
Ruggie Bucchi
He was nervous. Chatty. Overeager.
"Okay, so, like—am I doing this right? Is this good? I can—should I—" His hands hovered everywhere and nowhere, like he didn't know where to touch first.
You caught his wrist. "Ruggie. Breathe."
He let out a shaky exhale. "Right. Breathe. I got this." He didn’t.
When he leaned down to kiss you, he misjudged the distance and ended up kissing your chin. He apologized so profusely that you had to silence him with a proper kiss.
"Just relax," you said against his lips. "We have all night."
"Yeah, but—" He swallowed. "I wanna make you feel good. Like, really good. And I'm scared I'll mess it up."
You guided his hand to your breast, showing him the pressure you liked. He followed your lead with focused intensity, his ears perking up when you moaned. "Like that?"
"Exactly like that."
His grin was pure sunshine, even as he worked you closer to the edge. Awkward turned to eager, and when he finally spilled inside you with a breathless laugh, he buried his face in your shoulder, mumbling, "That was nice. Really nice."
Azul Ashengrotto
He had a plan.
"I've studied extensively," he said, adjusting his glasses. "I've consulted multiple sources. This will be... efficient."
But the moment you were both undressed, he froze. He kept glancing at you, then away, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.
"You're staring," you said gently.
"I'm... admiring." His voice cracked on the word. He cleared his throat. "I've prepared a schedule. Positions, pacing, aftercare. We can begin with—"
You silenced him with a kiss. His hands flailed before settling around your waist.
"Azul," you murmured. "You don't need a schedule. Just be with me."
He nodded, swallowing hard. When he entered you, his movements were stilted at first, overly careful. But as you guided him, your hips meeting his, he relaxed. And when his glasses slipped off his nose and landed in your hair, you both laughed so hard that the rhythm broke completely.
He didn't mind. He just held you, laughing, and whispered, "I think I like this better than any plan."
Jade Leech
His smile never wavered, but his hands were clammy.
"I'm fine," he said, voice smooth as ever. But you caught the tremor in his fingers as he traced your collarbone. "I'm simply... acclimating."
"Your hands are shaking."
"They are not." He stared at them. "...They might be."
You took one, pressing it to your chest. "It's okay to be nervous."
"Nervous? Me?" He let out a laugh that was a hair too high. "I'm perfectly composed. I've simply—ah." He winced as his knee knocked the bed frame. "The spatial logistics of this furniture are... suboptimal."
You tugged him down, and he fell with a graceless thump, his tall frame tangling with yours. For a moment, he just lay there, blinking. Then he let out a genuine chuckle.
"I suppose I'm not as composed as I thought."
"That's okay." You kissed his cheek. "I like you like this."
When he moved inside you, it was with careful, awkward tenderness. He whispered "sorry" every time he paused to adjust, but you pulled him closer each time, until the awkwardness faded into something warm and real.
Floyd Leech
He was too excited.
"Shrimpy! Shrimpy, look, I can do this thing—" He twisted his body into a position that looked uncomfortable, his long legs tangled in the sheets. "Wait, no, that's not—hold on—"
He flopped onto his back, dragging you with him. You landed on his chest with an oof.
"This is harder than I thought," he admitted, grinning up at you. "Usually I just grab and go. But with you, I wanna be careful." He said the word like it was foreign. "It's weird."
"Weird good or weird bad?"
"Weird... good." He pulled you down for a kiss, and his teeth clacked against yours. "Oops. Lemme try again."
He did. And again. And again, each kiss a little softer, a little more coordinated, until he found a rhythm that worked. When he finally slid inside you, his breath hitched, and he went still.
"Shrimpy..."
"Yeah?"
"I think I love you."
The words tumbled out, unplanned, and he looked as surprised as you felt.
"...Too soon?"
You kissed him, laughing. "Just the right time."
Jamil Viper
He was used to being in control. But here, with you, he felt like a novice.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, adjusting your hips. "Too much pressure? Should I—"
"Jamil. Stop worrying."
"I'm not worrying. I'm being attentive."
You raised an eyebrow. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"...Fine. I'm worrying. I want this to be perfect."
"Perfect isn't real." You pulled him closer. "Just be here with me."
He nodded, and when he entered you, it was slow and deliberate. But his elbow slipped on the sheet, and he lurched forward, his forehead bumping your nose.
"Shit—sorry—"
You winced, then giggled. "We're a mess."
"I'm a mess." He dropped his head to your shoulder, mortified. "I've imagined this a hundred times, and it never involved me headbutting you."
"Imagination isn't reality." You stroked his hair. "And reality is better."
He lifted his head, a small, shy smile on his lips. "Is it?"
You answered by kissing him, and this time, everything fell into place.
Vil Schoenheit
He had a routine.
"Skincare first," he announced, holding up a bottle. "Then moisturizer. Then—"
"Vil. We're about to have sex."
"I'm aware. But I refuse to look anything less than radiant while doing it."
You couldn't help but laugh, which made him pout. But he relented, setting the bottle aside, and settled beside you. His hands were practiced as they traced your body, but there was an awkwardness in the way he kept glancing at himself in the mirror across the room.
"You're beautiful," you said. "Stop checking."
"I'm not checking. I'm... ensuring."
"Vil."
He huffed, but turned his full attention to you. When he leaned down to kiss you, his hair fell forward, obscuring his vision. He pushed it back with an annoyed grunt.
"I should have tied it up."
"I like it loose."
He paused, a flicker of pleasure crossing his face. "Really?"
"Really."
He kissed you then, deep and sweet, and when he moved inside you, it was with a gentleness that belied his usual perfectionism. He whispered compliments between breaths, and when you came undone, he held you close, murmuring, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Idia Shroud
He was a shaking mess.
"I-I can't—this is too—real," he stammered, his flame hair flickering erratically. "I've seen this in games but it's different when it's—you—"
"Idia." You took his hand. "It's just me."
"Just you? Just you? You're—" He made a strangled sound. "I'm going to mess this up. I know I'm going to mess this up."
"Then we'll mess it up together."
He let out a shaky laugh. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. The contact made him flinch, but he didn't pull away.
"Okay. Okay. I can do this."
He couldn't.
His elbow knocked over a glass of water. He tripped over his own feet trying to get into bed.
"I'm so sorry—I'm so—"
You kissed him, and he melted. The awkwardness faded, replaced by a clumsy, earnest passion. When he finished, he buried his face in your chest, mumbling, "That was... way better than any game."
Malleus Draconia
He was gentle, as always. But there was an adorable hesitation in the way he reached for you, his long fingers hovering.
"Are you certain you're comfortable?" he asked for the third time.
"I'm certain."
"But the sheets—are they soft enough? I can get better sheets—"
"Malleus." You pulled him down, and he landed with a soft huff. "I'm perfect."
"You're perfect," he corrected, then flushed. "I mean—you are. And I want to make sure I don't—"
He paused, a strange look on his face. "I seem to be... stuck."
You glanced down. His tail had somehow wound around your leg, and his horns were tangled in your hair.
"Oh."
"Ah."
You both burst into laughter, a rare, unguarded sound from the prince. He worked carefully to free you, his movements tender, and when he finally succeeded, he kissed your forehead.
"I suppose I'm not as graceful as I'd like."
"I like you like this." You stroked his cheek. "Real."
He smiled, a soft, genuine thing, and when he made love to you, it was with all the awkward, beautiful devotion he had to offer.
Silver
He fell asleep.
Not during. Right as he was about to enter you, his eyes fluttered, and he slumped forward, snoring softly against your shoulder.
"Silver?" You shook him gently. "Silver!"
He jolted awake. "I—I'm so sorry—I didn't mean to—" His face was crimson. "I was just... very relaxed..."
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "It's okay. We can try again later."
"No, no, I'm awake. I'm ready." He straightened, determined. But a yawn escaped him, huge and uncontrollable.
You giggled. He groaned.
"I'm a failure of a lover."
"You're adorable. Let's just sleep. We have all the time in the world."
He hesitated, then nodded, pulling you close. "I'll make it up to you in the morning."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Minajeal Tealrajah
He was smooth, confident—until he wasn't.
"Allow me," he said, sweeping you into his arms. He carried you to the bed with practiced grace. Then he tripped over the rug.
You both tumbled onto the mattress, a heap of limbs and laughter. He recovered quickly, propping himself up with a grin.
"Planned that."
"Sure you did."
His hands were elegant as they undressed you, but they trembled slightly. He cleared his throat. "I've... imagined this. Many times."
"Me too."
"Then let's not waste time."
But he fumbled with his own belt, the buckle catching. He muttered something under his breath, and you reached down to help.
"I'm usually more composed."
"I'm glad you're not."
When he finally entered you, it was with a gasp, and he paused, his forehead against yours. "You feel incredible."
"Keep going."
He did, his movements growing more confident. But when he leaned down to kiss you, he bumped your nose, and you both laughed, breathless and happy.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Don't be."
And in the warmth of that awkward, beautiful moment, everything was perfect.
Hello! How was your week shion? I haven't done this in a while but may I have a Provence Cooler with a Boozy Dole Whip Pops and Margarita Cake please?
Hi! My week has been pretty hectic wih half my family catching some sort of summer flu...but we're all good now. Hope you enjoy your cocktail🍸
Just imagine:
Everyone knows how problematic Ace's character is — he takes almost nothing seriously and when he opens his mouth only trash talk can be heard. One could say "prankster" is his middle name.
But if there is a thing no one knows is that Ace Trappola is a sucker for praise.
It starts with small things. One compliment for having been so good in the last test, another for scoring the decisive point for the match, yet another for not getting "collared" by Riddle and following the rules like a good boy...
It doesn't take long to have him wrapped around your finger — having him go out of his way just to receive praise from you.
You love seeing him flustered, acting like he doesn't care if you praise him — behaving like the Tsundere he is — only to have him following you around like an obedient puppy, tail wagging a mile a minute when you praise him for the smallest thing.
He doesn't lose his trash talk tough, no matter how much you train him to behave nicely — it's of little use ruining orgasm after orgasm for him, letting him savor heaven only for a second and then leave him dry, seeing him shed tears of frustration and squeaking desperately to be able to come, the tip of an angry red and leaking precum.
You like setting him straight but he just doesn't seem to learn, starting all over again the next day like you haven't just making him sway his hips pathetically — who knows maybe he's also a huge masochist?
“Was I a good boy, my Lady?” he asks, face flushed that adorable pink, pouty lip and cock still painfully hard. “I haven't touched myself all week, my Lady, just like you said. Can I please, pretty please, have my reward?”
You just stare at him, amused at how desperately he wants to convince you that he hadn't touched himself and at the same time hearing those sweet words he seems so intoxicated by.
You tell yourself that you tortured him enough — telling him that everytime he was about to cum to remove his hand and film himself while doing so, so that he could prove he was a good boy.
He could finally receive his hard earned reward.
Your hand sweetly ran across his trembling jaw, cupping his chin so that he could look at you with those adorable teary puppy eyes, before spelling out those sickly sweet words he loved so much: “Yes, you were a very, very good boy, my sweet little pup.”
You swore you saw him almost come in his boxers just with that.
sleepy morning sex, he likes taking his time, he was too tired to offer up his dick, making you do all the work, watch the road
Riddle:
he brought back something from the equestrian club, making him relax for once, don't tell anyone he whimpers, you just had to go and interrupt his studying
Idia:
the plushie he won you can only muffle so much, teasing him in a cosplay, miniskirts are his favorite, wowzers, a real life cat girl, he lost… i wonder why
Malleus:
he likes putting it where it doesn’t belong, fae stamina is something else, oh no! you turned into a bunny thumping your foot in heat, treating you right
Extra!
Crewel
bad puppies get punished, prove yourself to him, leaving a mark, don't question him
Heyyy, I got a request: can you write a scenario where the reader has a friends with benefits relationship with Cater, Leona and Malleus but the guy grows feelings towards them? GN reader pls
i non amare
Content Warning: Cater x GN!Reader, Leona x GN!Reader, Malleus x GN!Reader, drunk sex, mentions of cannibalism, sexual explicit content, MDNI
Characters Count: 9929
The blinding neon lights, ridiculously loud music and fleeting encounters with strangers lost in passionate displays were all familiar sights at the club. For some pathetic reason, when people decided to have a taste of alcohol, their minds seemed to slip into a state of intoxicated ecstasy, where the consequences of their actions became irrelevant. In those moments, only the bodies intertwined, moving together in harmony with the pulse of the music, held any significance.
The rhythm you found yourself caught in with Cater Diamond was distinct - an intoxicating dance of passion, where his hips met yours in a collision of desire. The only sensation shared between you both was the raw pleasure of indulging in such an exquisite sin, unburdened by any deeper attachment - wasn’t it? Perhaps for you, yes. But for the man who lost himself in your embrace within that disgusting looking bathroom, there was an undeniable ache, a subtle anguish that tugged at him each time he was reminded that he was not truly yours.
He didn’t simply adore the feel of your skin or the tight warmth you had to offer to his cock - he was captivated by your entire essence. Your smile, the adoration in your gaze and the delicate moans that slipped from your lips, pleading for deeper thrusts had the power to enchant anyone. And Cater, too, had fallen victim to your spell. Yet, he knew deep down he was unworthy of such love, such happiness: Like everything else in his life, you would eventually fade away, leaving nothing behind but the faintest memory of a name and a face forgotten in the passage of time. Eternity wasn’t supposed to be part of his life.
Yet, he yearned for more than a few moments alone with you. His deepest longing was to be the sole male presence in your life, the exclusive recipient of your intimate trust and vulnerability. The thought of another man bringing you pleasure, sinking deep within your core filled him with pure jealousy. With this thought, his thrusts grew more urgent, driven by the fear that you might soon slip away from his grasp entirely. But deep inside, he had the knowledge about the superficial nature of your connection – built solely upon raw lust and the pursuit of a mutual climax.
With a groan, Cater's body convulsed as he buried himself inside you, unleashing his load of hot semen within your quivering depths. His cry echoed through the lavatory, a declaration of the lewd act just committed beneath its sterile tiles. Panting heavily, the man struggled to regain control over his senses, the pulsating rhythm of the club music outside a distant reminder of the world beyond this carnal action. As he gazed down at your intoxicated features, still flushed with post-coital bliss, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. The ginger knew this would be the closest he would ever be from you in this life.
As a member of royalty, Leona was well aware that many sought his favor, eager to bask in even the slightest trace of the power he wielded. Although he was not the future king of the Afterglow Savanna, there was no denying the weight of his name. Behind his gruff demeanor, it was clear that many would go to great lengths for the chance to gain a single favor from him, from the Kingscholar family. Yet, despite his esteemed position in the social hierarchy you both inhabited, you seemed indifferent to the notion of being his "special other." For you, the only thing that truly mattered in your relationship was the raw, unspoken connection you shared - one centered solely around sex.
Initially, the lion beastman was content with such an arrangement - he found relationships to be a hassle, too demanding, and far too much effort. However, whenever you were beneath him, your nails digging into his dark skin, moaning his name like you were enchanted by his presence... Leona couldn't help but feel his heart race. Make no mistake, he despised the vulnerability, but at the same time, the warmth you effortlessly brought to him wasn't entirely unwelcome. Yet, his stubborn pride would never allow him to voice such a sentiment.
On hands and knees, you surrendered yourself completely to King Scholar's grip, his powerful thrusts driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Despite your futile attempts to muffle your moans into the pillow, Leona refused to permit such restraint, pulling your hair while you two fucked like two bunnies in heat. The piercing sounds of your pleasure were music to his ears, each cry a testament to his prowess in reducing you to a quivering, whimpering mess. As he plunged deeper, he could sense the smell of other men over your skin, a constant reminder of the numerous friends with benefits that populated your social circle. This knowledge fueled Leona's possessiveness, his need to brand as his own. He would ensure that the memory of his thick cock stretching your inner walls would forever be seared into your consciousness, eclipsing all others who had preceded him.
Biting into your shoulder, Leona felt the delicate skin breaking to the pressure of his fangs. For a fleeting moment, an intoxicating thought crossed his mind: to consume you entirely, to become one with you in the most intimate, primal way possible - devouring your flesh, drinking your blood, savoring your passion as though it were the finest of meals. Though gluttony was an undeniable sin, he wondered if, when driven by love rather than mere lust, it could truly be so wrong. The answer, of course, was yes, and with that repulsive thought lingering in his mind, Leona reached his climax, painting your insides with his warm fluids.
You collapsed onto the bed, and the lion stood still for a moment, observing your form - so delicate, so endearing. He loved you in a way he had never loved anyone before, but the thought that you weren’t truly his hunted him. What was he supposed to do? Shower you with extravagant gifts? Cuddle you close, whispering sweet and sappy words of fate? Or should he finally be honest with himself and admit that he longed for something deeper with you? As these conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind, he opened his mouth, but the words that came out were far from what he had intended: “Herbivore, go clean yourself. You look sweaty.”
The concept of sex without love was entirely foreign to Malleus. How could two souls share such an intimate act without a deep bond forged through pure love, or at the very least, a political agreement to justify it? Was it truly so common for humans to exchange kisses and offer their most vulnerable affections without any genuine care for the other? You had introduced him to this strange reality, and despite his attempts, he still couldn't quite grasp it. After all, he loved you with a depth that made such casual connections seem impossible.
He understood that you only sought fun, and though he didn’t entirely agree with such a concept, he reluctantly accepted the role of being yet another one of your friends with benefits. After all, with that mindset, he knew he could never be truly romantic with you, not while this arrangement remained in place. He cherished you deeply, and despite his quiet desire to make you his one and only, the Draconia couldn’t bring himself to ignore your feelings or boundaries. To claim he was completely content with this situation would be a lie, yet there was a strange kind of happiness in simply being able to touch you, kiss you, and, in his own way, adore the very essence of your soul.
He was kind, much like a man terrified of breaking you - understandable, given your fragile human nature in stark contrast to his dragon lineage. You couldn't blame him for being cautious; after all, you were so delicate in comparison to his immense power. Yet, he knew how to make it impossible for you to walk properly the next morning. Despite the calm, stoic demeanor he presented to the world, he worked wonders in the bedroom. In his chambers, you were left undone, cherished like a deity, adored in ways that seemed to transcend mere affection. But even that wasn’t enough for him. How could it be? Not when all he truly longed for was to hold you close, to whisper sweet words into your ear, and to share a tenderness beyond the physical.
Malleus’ hips collided with yours in a slow and sensual dance, reaching the deepest areas of your body which brought you a pleasure you thought was only possible in erotic novels. Whenever he held you, trusted you and allowed out from his throat a few animalistic groans you understood well the amount of dedication he had into making you satisfied. You were well aware of his own deep love towards you - however, despite such information, you simply decided to ignore it. Things were fine just like this for you.
In an almost hypnotic rhythm, Malleus' hips pressed against yours, his movements designed to stimulate every sensitive nerve ending and bring you waves of pleasure previously unknown to your experience. Each time he enveloped you in his embrace, allowing guttural growls to escape his throat, you sensed the depth of his commitment to your satisfaction. Despite having knowledge over the profound affection he held for you, you simply chose to ignore these emotions, content to maintain the status quo of your arrangement. Things were perfectly fine just as they were – a balance of physical gratification and emotional detachment, where no strings were attached and no expectations lingered.
As the pleasure increased and finally reached its peak, Malleus paused to savor your body language, his gaze lingering upon your euphoric expressions. The tranquility etched upon your features was a sight to behold, a visual representation of the satisfaction he had worked tirelessly to provide. With a gentle smile playing upon his lips, the dragon found himself unable to contain the sentiment locked deep inside his chest. Fast like a breeze in the middle of a summer night, he whispered: “I love you.”
OK, PICTURE THIS: Fem!Reader who's really pretty but is trying to kill Leona, Kalim and Malleus because someone paid her. BUUUUT the guys think she's cute and transform her in a concubine.
that's my request, dear writer. please, have fun!
lamina et oscula
Content Warning: Leona x F!Reader, Kalim x F!Reader, Malleus x F!Reader, attempted murder, concubines, slight blackmailing, Malleus being delusional due to the absence of Yuu, sex, breeding kink, MDNI
Characters Count: 18199
The so-called "Kings of the Jungle" earned their title for a reason. While not the strongest of felines, their strength was still formidable and their society was well-established. Just like the animals, the Kingscholars - a race of beastmen with lion-like traits - were the rulers of the Afterglow Savannah. Naturally, such power would stir envy, making the deaths of Falena and Cheka undoubtedly a wish for many people, serving the selfish desires of those who coveted their position. You were hired by one of these individuals. However, whether due to insufficient information or your own mistake, the wrong brother became your target. You strongly pressed the cold blade of your knife against Leona’s neck, holding him down on the floor - pressing hard enough to make some blood drops taint the weapon. “Don’t move, king.”
"Ah, so now I am a king?" The man’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "How… honored.” he added, clearly mocking your attempt. You raised an eyebrow, momentarily unsure of his intent. But before you could process, he swiftly disarmed you, pinning your body against the cold floor and pressing your own weapon against your throat. "You let your guard down, Herbivor." he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Despite the gravity of the moment, Leona couldn't resist a hint of amusement… while you, on the other hand, were gripped by terror. For the first time in your life, you found yourself trapped - and you knew that your appearance would offer no salvation this time. There was a time when your looks served to get you closer to your target, but now they would do nothing to save you from the consequences of attempting to kill a prince. Yet, even as fear surged through you, you refused to show weakness. With a steady voice, you spoke, "Hurting a woman? How cowardly."
“I’m not a coward, I’m simply treating you as an equal. If I were truly one, I’d be offering you my head on a silver platter. But, I’m not the kind of man who would present such a convenient gift.” His words oozed with disdain as he showed you a cocky smile, the tension between you two ended up becoming so palpable. Your expression spoke louder than your silence - fear. Perhaps Leona, sensing your insignificance or simply unwilling to take on the burden of dealing with a potential murder, chose to let you go. With a dismissive sigh, he allowed you to leave, unconcerned. “I can’t help but wonder, what the fuck you had on mind. Attempt to kill a Kingscholar? Looking for an early exit or what?”
“... Money.” You spoke, still seated on the ground, your voice barely above a whisper. Embarrassment flushed your face, and you mumbled, “They offered me a hundred coins for the heads of Falena and Cheka.” For a fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of the lion’s expression - shock mixed with a faint, yet unmistakable, amusement. “So, a life worth fifty coins to you?” He paused, as if pondering this absurdity, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. After a brief moment, he returned his attention to you. “Money, huh? Tell me, if I were to offer you a role at court that didn’t involve the whole murder business, would that satisfy you?” Your eyes shifted, intrigue flickering within them as you considered the offer. In that instant, Leona revealed his true intentions with a smug grin: you would be the prince’s concubine.
Despite accepting such an offer, you rarely played the role expected of you. Leona seemed disinterested in your physical presence - more often than not, you found yourself in the position of a glorified maid, practically forcing the twenty-year-old to eat his vegetables. Yet, no matter how you tried to keep things distant, the sheer amount of time you spent together made it impossible not to grow closer. Slowly, the platonic gestures between you began to shift, growing more intimate. What started as innocent touches soon carried an undeniable, lingering undertone - a tension that was thick with lust. It seemed inevitable that one day, you would find yourself entwined with Kingscholar, experiencing fulfillment in ways that left you exhilarated through the night by his unexpectedly skilled hands. His member was able to bring you an ecstasy you never thought you would be able to feel.
The prince's movements were brutal yet precise, leaving no aspect of satisfaction unmet. Despite his exterior, Leona was devoted to paying attention to every contour of your form, fixating particularly on your ass. His relentless grasping and thrusting sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you making moans escape from your lips like you were some kind of cheap whore. Each time pleasure tears streamed down your cheeks, the beastman couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of pride from the sight - prompting him to sink his teeth into your flesh, claiming your entire being as his own. Though you were a beauty, you also possessed a cunning intelligence that made you a formidable threat, like some kind of venomous snake ready to attack - which in his view was attractive.
Each time you both indulged in the pleasures of this forbidden fruit, you found yourself utterly lost in the sensation, overwhelmed by the depth of his passion and being filled by his thick fluids.The idea of leaving his embrace, even for something as simple as cleaning yourself, seemed almost impossible - Leona was determined to keep you close until his nap was finished. But that was fine… after all, you had a place to call home, three nourishing meals each day and a man who cherished you deeply, eager to spoil you in every way. However, don’t expect him to utter clichéd declarations of love; his devotion was shown through actions, not words.
One of the most certain ways to ascertain the presence of poison was undeniably through taste. When one dared to take a bite of a tempered food, an unsettling sensation would immediately arise - perhaps the sweetness of a meat that should have been savory or a plate of vegetables with a flavor simply unnatural. Yet, at times, the mere scent could alert someone of the danger. Your gravest error was daring to attempt to take the life of the eldest heir of the AlAsim family with cyanide. The moment the unmistakable aroma of bitter almonds reached his nostrils, he knew, without a doubt, that someone wanted him dead.
The sentence would be far from merciful - it would be a death penalty. Why had you done it? Was it truly worth sacrificing everything for nothing more than a handful of golden coins? It wasn’t like you had a genuine choice - surviving without money for even the most basic needs was an impossible feat. As you sat in your cell, lost in your thoughts, the sound of footsteps broke the silence. You didn't dare to look up. "Master Kalim wishes to see you." the voice echoed, as Jamil Viper unlocked your cell. You knew little of the figure who awaited you, but one thing was certain: running was futile. Silently, you rose to your feet, your hands shackled together by cold chains.
A path bathed in a deafening silence stretched before you… It felt almost too strange, walking through the grand palace alongside a figure you knew held unwavering loyalty to the heir - well, at least, in your own perception. The tension hung thick in the air. You both paused before the victim's chambers - or what you presumed was his room when you saw the door, embellished with gold and precious stones. One single gem alone could likely cover your rent for the rest of your life. As you entered alone, the man you had sought to kill awaited you. Despite the near-fatal attempt on his life, there was no trace of anger in his eyes, only a look of quiet curiosity, perhaps even admiration as he laid there, on that huge bed which seemed a crime to only hug one single person by night. By now, you were no stranger to this reaction: Who would expect such a delicate, petite woman to be a poisonous flower, ready to strike if commanded?
“You’re… so pretty,” Kalim said, his voice light and warm as you bowed to him. Despite the certainty that you wouldn’t leave the palace alive, showing a bit of respect felt like the right thing to do, didn’t it? As he gestured for you to come closer, you obeyed… but what you didn’t expect was for him to stand up and gently steal a kiss from your lips. Surprise swept across your face, and for a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming - could this really be happening? But no, it was all too real. “and your lips are… so soft.” he continued with a bright, almost childlike smile. “I like you... Would you consider becoming my concubine?” His tone was sweet, as if he genuinely meant it, as if he were offering you the sun itself.
You were understandably taken aback - was he mocking your situation, making some cruel joke? You raised an eyebrow, clearly doubting the sincerity of his words. When he noticed your hesitation, the tanned man simply smiled, his expression warm and genuine. "You're my type… It would be a shame if you were executed." Your beauty has saved you many times before, but never in such an unexpected way. The question now was: what was more important? Your life or your dignity? As much as it stung, your life, of course, came first. Despite the humiliation of the situation, you knew you wouldn’t become some mere prostitute - this wasn’t about that. And with the wealth and influence of your target’s family, you knew hunger would no longer be a concern. In truth, it felt like a strange kind of blessing. All that was left to do was play your part.
You reluctantly accepted the role, knowing that with this agreement, at least your life would be spared and you could keep your pretty head in place. The days that followed were, to say the least, strange - everyone knew what you had done, yet you moved through the palace halls without bearing the full weight of your actions. Some even envied your position. Despite the duties you were expected to fulfill in Kalim’s chambers, the power that came with it was undeniable. But you didn’t truly care for any of that. As long as you had decent clothes and were well-fed, that was enough for you. The rest - titles, power, envy - didn’t matter.
The nocturnal encounters with Kalim were filled with an unrestrained passion, his treatment towards you so sweet that you never felt like a simple plaything for him. The woman who had once sought to kill him now held a profound influence over the prince - your captivating presence was capable of extracting whatever you desired with nothing more than a piercing glance. For him, the most exhilarating moments were the ones you draped over him, hips undulating as you rode his dick and tried to muffle the desperate moans that threatened to escape from your lips.The fear of sharing such vulnerability only served to heighten his arousal, his member swelling even larger whenever he heard the sweet melody you tried to so desperately deprive him with.
Kalim found enchantment in every aspect of your being, yet, the tantalizing sight of your exposed breasts, inviting and needy, proved too irresistible. He delighted in cupping those two, teasing your nipples with his fingers or warm mouth, drinking with pleasure the breathtaking reactions as your body arched in desperate pursuit of more. The mere spectacle of your pleasure could push him to the climax, but he never neglected your satisfaction. Even as his consort, your enjoyment remained his concern, ensuring that each night ended with your own wishes fulfilled. Afterward, a devoted servant would attend to your needs while Kalim cherished the precious moments after the intimacy. His only request is that you linger briefly in his arms, savoring the warmth and adoration he has to offer you.
In ancient myths, it is said that cold iron is the most potent weapon when it comes to slaying a fairy. The mere brush of its edge against their skin is enough to destroy them beyond recognition. There are even whispers of a king who, long ago, used an iron chain to steal a fay's wings.Trusting such legends, you forged a blade - one sharp enough to fulfill your deadly purpose. However, what you failed to anticipate was how, despite possessing this weapon, the task would prove far more harder than you ever imagined. Before you knew it, the sword you had hoped would serve you lay abandoned upon the ground while your body was ensnared by thorns. You were naive to believe you could end Malleus Draconia, one of the most formidable mages in all of Twisted Wonderland.
As the cruel thorns pierced your tender flesh, you bit back a cry, determined not to reveal the agony to the dragon - and your attempts did not go unnoticed by Malleus. Impressed by your fortitude, he released you unceremoniously, watching as you crumpled to the ground. From his stoic expression, it was impossible to discern whether he found you amusing, infuriating, or worthy of simple mockery. Uncertain of his intentions, you gazed up at him, chin lifted by his bony fingers. Despite the pain, a flicker of defiance remained in your gaze - something strangely beautiful. Then, with an air of detached curiosity, Malleus spoke, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. “You're a pretty face, child of men.” he remarked, his voice lacking any emotion. "It's truly a pity that your destiny is death.”
You didn’t want to show it, but terror built up at your insides. Still, you maintained the façade of strength and confidence, taking full responsibility for the choices that had led you to this moment. The seriousness of your expression was a stark contrast to the delicate features that adorned your face, a paradox of beauty and evil. With great effort, you struggled to rise, feeling the warm trickle of blood staining your clothes.Though your legs shaked beneath you, threatening to give way, you refused to crumble, unwilling to let yourself fall pathetically at Draconia’s feet. "Glad my appearance is eye candy for you," you retorted, your voice steady, though your body screamed in pain. "I’d be even more pleased if I were the last thing you saw before you die." Malleus chuckled, the sound a mix of amusement and something darker, and for a fleeting moment, he seemed impressed by your defiance. It was rare, after all, for someone to dare challenge him. Perhaps it was your audacity that intrigued him. And then, in one fluid motion, he swept you off your feet - gently, almost as if he couldn’t bear to let you suffer any longer. The world around you spun, and before the pain could fully overtake you, the darkness claimed you, pulling you into unconsciousness.
To your surprise, you awoke not in a grim cell, surrounded by countless souls awaiting their fate, but in a bedroom. The mattress beneath you was soft, the blankets enveloping you with a warmth that felt like a tender mother’s kiss. Confusion washed over your face as your gaze scanned the room, only to be met by a piercing pair of emerald eyes fixed on you. A scream died on your lips, though the reluctance you felt was unmistakable. Here you were, face-to-face with the man you had just tried to kill, now helpless and unarmed, scared especially after witnessing the raw power he possessed. Yet, he showed no aggression. Instead, he approached your trembling form and gently inquired, "Have we met before? Perhaps, in some kind of dream?"
Malleus reached you, and instinctively, you recoiled. But before you could move far, his fingers gently caressed your face, brushing aside the messy strands of hair that obscured your eyes. "...A beauty..." he murmured, his voice soft, as he gazed at you with quiet admiration. It was rare for him to feel such attraction toward a human, especially considering the history of his people and their past dealings with humanity. Yet here he was, captivated by you as though you were a princess. To your astonishment, he leaned forward and kissed you - though it wasn’t a kiss driven by lust. It felt almost... innocent, as though there were an undeniable connection between you, as if you had known each other in another time, another life. It was like devine salvation coming from a demon looking soul.
You became the subject of whispers among others - some even dared to call you Malleus’ favored plaything. But in the eyes of the fae prince, you were much more than that; you were his beloved. The reasons behind his fascination with you remained a mystery. Perhaps you resembled a human from his past, someone with whom he had an unspoken connection. You couldn't say for sure, but it hardly mattered - after all, the heir to the throne spared no effort in ensuring your comfort within the Valley of Thorns. You were lavished with exquisite clothing, treated to meals you had once thought impossible to taste and enveloped in a devotion that was unlike any you had known. In return, all he asked of you was the simplest of things: to visit him in the chambers during night.
The size of the member he kept hidden between his legs was monstrous, but his sweet touches were undeniable kind. Gentle caresses and passionate kisses were left, and mark of his love of your person - and Malleus always took a special care to be able to linger the embrace of your lips. As he moved within you, soft whispers were delivered in your ear, however, you were never sure if they were truly meant to you. Under his touch, you found yourself surrendering to ecstasy at every turn, the distinction between concubine and beloved becoming increasingly irrelevant. Even your role being the one of a maiden meant to deliver pleasure… you felt so loved. Draconia was a truly romantic soul.
He would frequently deposit his essence within you, driven by both the intense pleasure this act afforded him and a deeper objective - the hope that one day, you might bear his offspring. His fascination with you remained an enigma, yet, the sensation of his heat enveloping your being proved undeniably gratifying. Following these encounters, you would often find yourself exhausted - it was quite hard to match his stamina. But don’t worry, Malleus will for sure cradle you tenderly, ensuring your well-being as you recover from such a night. Name whatever you want to eat, he’ll be sure you’ll have whatever you want. You’re his beloved pet, after all.
Can you do Ace Trappola x Female!Fae!reader with elements of Femdom and Praise kink?
-anon shy
bonus puer
Content Warning: Ace x F!Reader, masturbation, mention of drugs, femdom, praise kink, MDNI
Characters Count: 10789
Author Notes: Okay, I’ll be honest: I had no idea how to include the fae elements. I’m really sorry about that - but even without specifying, the reader’s species isn’t clearly defined anyway.
I fear that love is nothing more than the hunger to become a parasite. A desire to bury yourself into the soft chambers of someone else’s mind, to anchor oneself in the pulsing of their thoughts, and there, unseen, drink from the very essence that keeps them alive. Perhaps love is this: the wish to dissolve the borders of one’s own existence, to seep through the cracks of another’s consciousness until there is no longer a “you” or “I,” but a single being. A longing to feed on their dreams, to let their joys pulse through your veins, to starve when they starve, to feast when they feast, until your hearts beat in the same rhythm.
I fear that love is nothing but the aching instinct to cling, to entwine, to press so close to another body that you nearly disappear - leaving behind only a presence, an echo coiled around their heart like a tender, desperate maggot.
And perhaps love truly is that - a fever that gnaws at the bones and whispers blasphemies into the ear. Or at least, it was for Ace, who now knelt before you as though some goddess demanded his devotion. His face hovered close to your legs, breath unstable, as if proximity alone could grant him absolution. Those pleading eyes - so unlike the insolent spark he wore everyday - had softened into something almost tragic. He gazed up at you with the helplessness of a creature who has finally recognized its master: earnest, hungry for attention in the way only the abandoned or the desperate ever are.
And perhaps it was fitting, then, that the collar circled his neck. Not merely an ornament, but an admission of what he had become. A willing captive. A loyal hound. A heart that had knelt so long in your shadow that it no longer remembered how to stand beneath its own sun. Yes - if love is a parasite, then in this moment, Ace offered himself as the host. And he did so with devotion carved into every breath he dared take at your feet.
How pathetic. How utterly, heartbreakingly adorable. For who, with a sane mind, would ever accept such a form of love? Who would willingly open their chest to a passion so feverish it borders in obsession, so desperate it stains the very air with longing?
Well… he did.
He accepted it with the purity of someone who has already surrendered the last fragments of pride for the privilege of breathing under you. And the least you could offer in return was reward - tribute to his loyalty, to the fire that burned him from the inside out, to the relentless, consuming love he dared to feel for you. So, with a mere gesture of your hand you allowed him to rise. To approach. To bridge the distance between you.
He obeyed instantly, naturally, with the instinct of one who no longer separates desire from an order. And when he was close enough for his warmth to brush against your skin, you claimed his lips. A kiss - not gentle, but incandescent. The kind that ignites the bones beneath the surface. The kind that sends butterflies tumbling wildly through the hollow of your chest. The kind that melts thought, dissolves restraint, and turns the world into a fog of heat.
He was not usually like this… No, ordinarily he would bare his teeth in a smirk, hurl some sharp remark meant to stab at your pride, mock you for daring to imagine he could ever be so pathetic. That was the Ace the world knew - the boy who wielded sarcasm as a blade and wore arrogance like a shield. But beneath that brittle armor, deep in his heart… perhaps he had always craved this role. Perhaps he had always longed to kneel, to surrender, to feel the strange thrill of being seen by someone he could neither outwit nor outrun.
And now, pressed beneath the weight of your presence, he could no longer hide it. He liked your lips against his, greedy and searching. He liked the glide of your hands as they slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, peeling away the fabric with a slowness that teased him. He liked the hunger in your gaze - the lust, the terrible tenderness that ignited every nerve in his body.
Have your eyes always been like this? So piercing, so devastatingly sure, as if they could strip away every lie he told to survive? Eyes that looked straight through him, reading him like an open book… In that gaze, he was powerless. And there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
You pinned him against the bed and, for a moment, you simply admired him - admired the fragile masterpiece of his body, the living sculpture carved not from marble but from a frantic heartbeat. He was far from the strongest of men… and yet that weakness only sharpened his beauty. His silhouette, stretched beneath you, was a vision of tender temptation: all soft lines and quiet curves, vulnerable in ways that begged to be touched, to be claimed. His waist fits perfectly beneath your hands - slender, warm, made to be held with possessiveness. Your palms traveled over his skin, smooth as polished ivory, each glide awakening shivers that betrayed just how deeply he felt your presence. He responded to your touch like a violin string humming beneath a bow - pliant, eager, almost musical.
And his neck… Gods, his neck was a canvas begging for desecration. Defined just enough for your teeth to find purchase, for your lips to leave marks that would bloom like dark roses across his pale skin - love bites, hickeys, bruises that would linger for days. Little monuments of your desire, stamped directly onto his flesh. You could almost imagine them already: those purple constellations you would paint along his throat, the evidence of your hunger, the proof that he belonged - at least in this moment - entirely to you.
He could not keep his hands to himself… Not anymore. His restraint had dissolved into want, into instinct. His fingers clung desperately to your thighs, digging just hard enough to reveal how badly he needed something - anything - from you. He pulled himself closer, his breath unsteady, his mouth seeking the delicate column of your neck. And when he found it, he kissed it feverishly, almost frantically, as though he believed that if he worshiped your skin long enough, he might fuse with you entirely - become a symbiosis, a single organism born out of a primal need.
How adorable he was. How eager. And how pitiful, truly, a man becomes when he craves a woman’s touch. Isn’t it a strange spectacle? Men, who wander the world pretending to be made of iron, collapsing like wilted flowers the moment desire carves its teeth into their pride. They puff their chests, bare their grins, speak with arrogance - but once they want something, truly want it, they melt into the oldest form of lust humanity has ever known: A touch, a breath, a glimpse of affection… and suddenly they are kneeling creatures, begging for contact as though it were sunlight in a starving winter.
Pathetic. Amusing. Tragically beautiful.
And he was no exception. In that moment, Ace was the very image of that fragile masculinity - ruined by longing, humbled by lust, transformed into something exquisitely weak beneath your hands. You seized a fistful of his hair, tugging him back. He moaned - a raw, unfiltered sound that was something between pleasure and complaint. His eyes lifted to meet yours, wide and disoriented, his entire soul exposed in that hazy, helpless gaze. He didn’t need words to tell you how lost he was. It was written across his parted lips, in the quiver of his breath, in the erection between his legs.
You were many things, dear… But a monster? No. Never that. You reached for him where his need screamed the loudest, your fingers sliding down with grace, finding the fabric that strained with all the want he could no longer conceal. You unzipped his pants and the moment your hand pressed against the heat of him - firm, hot, pulsing - his breath broke into a gasp that sounded almost like a prayer. His hips reacted before he could think, grinding into your palm with an instinctive desperation that betrayed how close he stood to collapsing under such touch. There was no hesitation in the way he moved; his body chased your touch with a rhythm that fully ignored the concept of shame. It was a slow but intense grind - seeking pleasure above dignity, above composure, above anything he might have pretended to be moments before.
Your hand closed fully around him, enveloping that sensitive length in a warmth that made his entire body shudder. You stroked him slowly - agonizingly so… There was nothing sloppy, nothing hurried. No, your touch carried the elegance of someone who understood the human psyche far too well, who knew exactly where pleasure blurred into torment, and where torment blossomed into devotion.
You teased him with the patience of a saint and the intent of a sinner, dragging him along the thin, perilous line just before delirium devours reason entirely. Each rise of your hand, each downward glide, carved a deeper crack into whatever composure he had left. His legs shook beneath him, weak as a demon kneeling before judgment; his breath fractured, breaking into short, desperate bursts that filled the air with heat.
He was truly tasting your love… a potent, intoxicating substance, a drug brewed of desire. And oh, how he responded to it. His body leaned into your touch like an addict given his first dose after days of starvation. If he could, he would have consumed every drop of affection you ever offered him, swallowed it until it replaced the blood in his veins. He would have overdosed on your presence again and again, letting it destroy him, remake him, ruin him - and he would have done so with gratitude.
In the grip of overwhelming sensation, he finally surrendered to it - a collapse not merely of body, but of the soul, the pride, of every barrier he had ever kept between himself and you. He arched beneath your touch, spine curving like a bow drawn to its breaking point, breath tearing from him in ragged fragments. And when the tremor passed through him. Ace fell against the sheets as though every last drop of strength had been pulled from his bones - shooting lines of sperm thought his member.
For a long moment he only lay there, chest rising and falling with frantic desperation, his skin flushed with the aftershocks of pleasure and surrender. His fingers twitched weakly, as if trying to reach for you even in exhaustion. Your presence loomed above him like a dark angel, a muse, his mistress. And when you leaned down, pressing your lips to his - soft, sealing the moment with a kiss that tasted like poison - Ace shivered as though struck by lightning.
Your kiss was the intoxicant that blurred his thoughts, your touch the poison he would gladly swallow, your love the abyss he would throw himself into without hesitation. He was ready to collapse beneath you again. And again. And for as long as you wished to claim him.
Fourth period was a shared Study Hall session Yuu shared with Ace. They sat next to each other in the top, back row. Ace was working on a practice quiz and Yuu…well Yuu was outlining an essay but instead she has her head laid down on the open booklet, letting out a huge, loud yawn. Making Ace jolt up from his concentration.
“Geez! I’m trying to study here! Why are you so tired, Prefect?”
All Yuu could do in response to that question was spread a smile slowly. Looking over at Ace with half-lidded eyes, giggling.
“You really want to know?”
“Th-that look you’re giving should tell me, no. But y-yes. Now I must know.”
“Mm, alright. I’ll tell ya.” Saying as she’s now sat upright, pushing her chair back to stand up. Swiftly and slowly sauntering over towards Ace, getting close to him right behind his chair. Ace still facing forward, almost a little cautious to make any movement. Something about the way she’s approaching him, already has his cheeks flushing.
Leaning in, her face right next to his, looking at him but he dares to keep looking forward.
“I stayed up late last night, when I definitely should have decided to go to sleep instead. But you know what?” Leaning in a little closer to him now. He can feel her breath against his cheek.
“I just got carried away. I needed to continue.”
A little confused at the cryptic message, before he can react at all he feels her lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
At a near whisper now, “I couldn’t stop watching these porn videos.”
Ace’s eyes widened at the sudden bluntness.
“But because..” Running her hands down his chest now, giggling against his neck.
“…ask me who was on my mind while watching?”
“Yuu, what are you—hey!”
“You can’t fool me, Ace. It appears you liked what you heard.” Her eyes set on the growing bulge below his waistline.
“I-it’s not nice to tease, Yuu?”
“Who said I was teasing? Maybe I’m warming you up..”
Finally turning his head to face her, face burning up. Yuu reaches a hand out to Ace as she leans against the table.
“Come with me.”
“What?! I…I can’t move right now. I have a—.”
“Oh just grab a book or something to walk with, come on.” Grabbing his hand to make him stand up, pulling him out of the classroom.
“Yuu, where-.”
Bringing him by hand all through the halls until finally coming across the perfect spot. Opening the unlocked janitor’s closet, pulling him inside and pushing him against the door as it shut.
Pressing her body, grinding against his.
“Forgive me, Ace. I just can’t help myself anymore.” Smashing her lips with his, kissing him deeply, hungrily. Running one hand down his body as the other intwines with his hair. Tugging on his locks slightly, biting his lower lip as she pulls back for air.
Catching their breath only briefly before her mouth latches on to the side of his neck. Sucking and nibbling at his tender skin. Littering him with little marks. She reaches down and palms his erection.
“Ngh..Yuu..”
Smiling at him while biting her bottom lip. Her eyes screaming mischief. Dragging her hands down his body as she kneels in front of him.
Lingering her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing the hidden skin. Unbuckling and unzipping his pants, taking her sweet time, teasingly bringing down his clothes to his ankles. She lets out a stifled moan, watching his member spring free.
“Mm, I’m glad the thoughts are mutual, hehe.”
Pressing her nails into his thighs as she raises herself from the floor.
Watching his body shiver, feeling her hot breath inching closer to his leaking tip.
Couple little kitten licks, smearing his pre over his tip, before giving one long stroke with her tongue underneath his shaft.
Twirling her tongue around the tip before taking him into her mouth as far as she can. Stroking the rest that won’t fit.
Ace has his arm across his mouth to muffle his moans. Other hand clawing at the door behind him.
Yuu continuing between paces of slow and sensual, and fast and rough taking as much as she can, even to the part of gaggin’. Lightly dragging her teeth up his length. Flicking her tongue, not missing an inch of him. Keeping him guessing what she’s going to do next.
Yuu quickening her pace, feeling him twitch in her mouth. The heightening sensation making him squirm. She is quick to hold him in place, pushing him harder into the door, digging her hands into the side of his thighs and ass.
“Fuck.”
Both his hands dive into her hair, grabbing fistfuls and thrusting deep into her throat. Letting himself lose control face-fucking her. His hips stuttering as hot ropes shoot down Yuu’s throat.
Licking her way back up his shaft, licking up every last drop. Flicking her tongue one last time over his tip, sending him into overstimulation.
Out of breath, “h-holy shit, Yuu.” “Next time, invite me over and let me join you.” Fuck.
No one in Twisted Wonderland knows that you can see ghosts
Not even your companion, Grim.
You don’t mean the type of ghosts who are your roommates at your dorm, but those that have long passed away.
One without a corporeal form, who unlike your roommates, cannot return to this side of the world with a body or spirit seen by others.
Besides you that is.
You never mentioned it to anyone, especially when you realized no one else saw them.
You see a blue haired man around your friend, Deuce Spade. You didn’t know who he was at first, but you figured it out. He tended to hang around the most when Deuce worked on his blastcyle. He looked as if he was trying to help by giving advice. You wonder how he’d react to see his father by his side.
You see a woman with Leona, she’s strong and beautiful, he looks just like her. She strokes his hair and scar when he’s asleep. She gives a smile that speaks of motherly pride. You wished he could see it.
You see children trail after Kalim and Jamil. You find it hard to meet their eyes. Children of dark and light hair. You knew there is a past there that shouldn’t be tread. Your heart trembles where you hear them utter, “big brother.”
You see a preteen trail after Idia on the rare occasions he’s not in his room. You don’t even need to guess who he is. He looks like Ortho Shroud, the first technomantic humanoid.
You meet this ghost once; when you visit STYX trying to get back Grim. He had a different form then, but you’re glad to see him back to his original form after that catastrophe.
You see a woman sitting next to Silver when he sleeps. Beautiful and royal, as if from an old renaissance painting, motherly as she watches over him.
You see a man, who looks exactly like Silver but with long blond hair, he observes him when he’s training. He’s a magnet for animals just like Silver.
You later find out these two are Silver’s biological parents, who watch over him from even hundreds of years later.
You see a woman who looks like Malleus. Gorgeous and ethereal, she tends to follow Malleus and Lilia around. Always threatening to strike Lilia with thunder and doting on Malleus.
She tends to make comments about your walks with Malleus at night. It’s hard to ignore her at times, but you know she loves him.
You later find out she’s Malleus’s mother in the dream world.
You hide this secret.
Even as the numbers of ghostly figures you see increases as time goes on.
You don’t tell Dire Crowley.
Especially not him.
You hide your shaking hands whenever you see him.
The ghosts around him aplenty: a tall boy with cracks in his figure, a scarred girl with marks around her neck, a boy with a marks on his chest, and a girl with burned skin, there’s some others, but you can’t tell who they are from the shadows hiding them.
You think it’s best that you don’t see them.
Something within you warns—it would be too much to handle.
They warn you.
“Don’t trust the Headmaster.”
You answer the Headmaster’s question before leaving.
Their words echoing in your mind.
You can’t bring yourself to comprehend the blue flamed eyes in the shadows behind them either.
What does it mean for you then? If you can see these ghosts?
What does that make you?
Why?
The next one to fall?
You learn to keep quiet about these figures.
For your safety, if nothing else.
This was the idea I had at 3am that wouldn’t let me sleep ☺️💞🌸 and I had to write again because it didn’t save
The idea of you/Yuu seeing ghosts, seeing dead people, and how that would affect you and the story.
I have a couple other scenes in my head that I might write later. We’ll see 🥰💚🌺
Some notes:
Yes, I know that Deuce’s father and Leona’s mother is alive. I wanted to take some creative liberties with this.
The children following Jamil and Kalim is my take on a darker aspect of their relationship. How many children were sacrificed to keep Kalim safe? Or his siblings? What if Jamil had other siblings too but they died?
I like the idea of preteen, human ortho watching after his brothers.
I always believed that KOD and Leah watched after Silver. At least KOD from what we saw with the ring.
Ghost meleanor following malleus and lilia is funny to me and of course the ending of book 7 kind of influenced this too.
The headmaster scene, I always said that I wanted more from him as a villain than that popular theory about him. And this is what I meant, something dark and ominous and a bit of loop theory tied in (or more like he keeps summoning a new Yuu too and messing with others memories to think that Yuu was the same one. More on that here)
Those are the Yuus from the manga behind him and OB Grim.
The deaths:
Yuuken died by OB Leona’s UM
Yuuka died by OB Azul choking her
Yuuta died by OB Jamil snake bites
Yuuna died by Vil’s poison
Basically, they survived the previous OBs and then died the next one. Hence, why the yuus keep changing.
And the shadow yuus basically implies they died worse deaths from the others and because, well, we don’t know them or how they look yet.
