Because I’m Filipino and I got to travel around the Philippines, the gang gets to as a little treat. 🇵🇭
(Part 1 | Part 2)
🐚 People had to be grouped together for the hotel rooms and to no one’s surprise, Diavolo was sharing a room with Lucifer. The whole room went quiet when Raphael randomly blurted out “So if this is your honeymoon then why are we even here?”
🐚 Asmo who was enthusiastically learning about local attire and immediately bought his own set to wear for the occasion. Yes he was respectful, and he even took Satan with him so he could learn about the symbolism on the patterns (because Asmo knows his big brother absolutely loves learning about art, even in fashion!)
🐚 The gang was told about tarsiers— they’re small, territorial, and don’t like to be bothered in the daytime. The brothers teased that it reminded them of Belphie, who huffed but when he slow blinked at the same time as the tarsier, the brothers were practically melting.
🐚 Budol fights were the best thing Beel ever found out about. It was basically a party meal served on banana leaves and he scarfed down three before the rest of the gang could finally eat. Yes the catering staff was horrified but they got massive tips for it anyway so it was all good?
🐚 Belphie fell asleep on the sand so being the loving brothers that they are, the other six buried his body with sand and formed it to look like a mermaid body. Levi even snagged some starfish to put on his tiddies. Belphie didn’t notice until an hour later because he was just out like a light.
🐚 Satan who had a grand time exploring in interactive museums, even asking (Y/N) for some more explanations because he was just genuinely curious.
🐚 Everyone but (Y/N) and Solomon were very surprised that humans used to look so different as a species. Mammon pointed at a wax figure of a homosapien and told Luke it looked like him, which earned him a squeeze on the ear from Simeon.
🐚 Beel was told that in the olden days, wooden huts were often transported by groups of men. He proceeded to lift a two-story hut by himself, and the local uncles were VERY impressed.
🐚 The gang went to a river that was said to be enchanted because “spirits would pull people under.” They kept their mouths shut because as demons, angels and a reaper, they actually couldn’t sense anything.
🐚 Levi dove into the dangerous parts which almost started a whole ass search party but Lucifer told them not to bother, and Levi indeed emerge after a few hours looking refreshed and a happy little snake.
🐚 Mammon who heard street kids make music with their lips and their little handmade drums. Yes he broke it down to budots and he KILLED IT.
🐚 The gang who had to rent a van to travel to the next area (Barbatos was too exhausted to open portals), only for Mammon to scream and slam his foot on the breaks because he saw a ghost lady in the rearview mirror.
🐚 Everyone thought he was fucking around but she was literally sat beside (Y/N) and Satan. Thirteen explained they had to let her hitch a ride and drop her off or she’d continue haunting cars.
🐚 The traveling itinerary involved a majestic church that was so massive it looked like a castle. The tour guide was very confused on why half the group refused to set foot past the gate.
🐚 Simeon even tried to drag Barbatos and for the first time in forever, ended up getting his hand smacked away (everyone gasped; it felt like watching a divorce).
🐚 Levi who fell in love with a whale shark since they were practically just overgrown goldfish. He was about to ask if he could have one as a pet only to be shut down by Lucifer. (“You already have Lotan and Henry,”).
🐚 Solomon tried to attempt necromancy on a set of bones at a museum and promptly had his ass beat by Barbatos, bare-handed with no gloves by the way.
🐚 Diavolo pushed everyone to take turns with the photo booths, because he’s a sucker for keepsakes especially if it’s photos. He had one set with Lucifer and Barbatos each and was happy beyond belief.
🐚 Barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo were pushed into those pay-per-hour massage chairs, and they protested…. They were there for 5 hours and didn’t even know what the time was when the others came to fetch them.
🐚 Simeon took Luke to feed a pond of koi fish… Mammon almost drowned trying to steal the coins at the bottom of the pond and was almost banned but he ran before the staff could identify him (he’s fast as fuck).
🐚 Everyone thought of getting their own Barong Tagalog and Filipiniana, but Beel and Diavolo had the tailors stressing. Their muscles were so evident and bulging under the translucent fabric even with the undershirt and everyone else found it hard to stare respectfully.
🐚 The local kids taught Thirteen how to weaponize bamboo and she managed to build 17 traps using the money bamboo around the hotel, each one still failing to trap Solomon unfortunately.
🐚 It did, however: break one of Mammon’s lenses, hit Mephistopheles in the nose, and fire at Beel’s tiddies only to ricochet to Diavolo’s and it bounced back and forth for a while. Everyone was so entranced they forgot to get angry at Thirteen.
🐚 When dining places introduced their kiddie meal discount, everyone automatically looked at (Y/N) because they were the youngest, nevermind that the staff were mostly referring to Luke.
🐚 Beel was so disappointed when “Chocolate Hills” just turned out to be actual hills and not huge mounds of chocolate. He tried to sneak a lick but Lucifer yanked him back by the scruff of his shirt.
🐚 Mephistopheles was the most excited for the horseback riding, though he voiced his disapproval for how the horses were being treated. It was clear in their appearances after all. Somehow he managed to trot away with his horse and the other horses followed? No one has any explanation.
🐚 Everyone had a grand time finally, finally seeing (Y/N) wasted. They’ve had enough of them being so smug that they could withstand demonus only to be out of it with few shots of mojito. Their s/o had to bar them with his/her arm because they kept falling forward.
🐚 Of course there’s nothing like karaoke and beer to end the night, with the whole gang drunkenly singing to hood classic breakup songs like they were actually dating someone (haha unless?). Mammon got on his knees and started punching the sand for some reason?
Could I please request platonic headcanons for dormleaders of the reader (whos their sibling) to being asked out by a student from rsa?
Thank you for reading my request!
(Oh also for fun chaos if you want,you could make the reader a guy and is mistaken to be a girl by the rsa student)
₊˚⊹ ʚɞ BROTHERLY POSSESSIVENESS ૮(ᓀ‸ᓂ)ა ♡
₊˚⊹ ʚɞ SYNOPSIS Going out with your dear brother to hang out anywhere outside of NRC leads to a boy from your rival school coming up to you and speaking to you in a. . romantic manner ᓬ(•⤙•๑)ᕒ
₊˚⊹ ʚɞ CONTENT WARNING implied gn!reader | reader is not yuu | possible spoilers of main/side stories | sibling relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | possessive n protective traits | reader has diff personality for each section | flirting (RSA boys) | pet names | Rielle n Minajael x reader | kissing on the forehead | might be a lil OOC | author note at end
- RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS -
On several occasions, you have witnessed numerous occasions where your dear, easy angered, brother would have an outburst. You can recall the first time you’ve truly seen Riddle’s worst emotional explosion was when the headmage, Crowley, announced that you would be joining into Pomefiore as a student rather that than Heartslabyul where you could be close to him— your brother almost used his unique magic and would have collared everyone if you hadn’t stepped in just in time. But this, this has truly taken the cake of one of the worst tantrums you have ever witnessed from your brother.
“Oh my! To think that Night Raven Collage has had such a beautiful and awfully cute rose, such as yourself, hiding here!” The soft and relaxed features of the boy from Royal Sword Academy swiftly melts into a more excited expression, there’s an unmistakable flush on his cheek as he quietly gazes at you with bright eyes and an awestruck look.
He softly giggles at that barely concealed confused expression on your face, that sweet smile on his face seemed awfully familiar. . have you seen him before? The boy happily sits in the empty chair, that was actually reserved for brothers, beside you and plucks as few tarts from the tray to place on both yours and his plate. He holds out a tart for you to taste, in which you do and let out a hum of delight at the sweet flavor of the dessert— if Riddle was here, you would expect to see a red collar wrapped around his neck.
“Hm. . now that I have the chance to marvel at your beauty— by any chance, are you a Rosehearts?” He hums out, gasping in delight when you nod your head.
He gently cups one of your glove-covered hands in his soft ones, guiding your hand to raise higher so he could gently press his lips onto the fabric. A gentle kiss that makes you feel awfully squirming and flustered for the boldness of the boy.
“Please. . excuse me for my ignorance, my rose! It’s completely unbelievable I hadn’t recognized you when you wore such a pretty necklace around your neck!” He giggles, pulling you up from your chair.
“Haah? W- where are you taking me?” You yelp out, glancing over your shoulder to see the party growing smaller and smaller as you pull you away from the crowd.
The boy from Royal Sword Academy guides you to relax against a stone bench, plucking a flower covered in thorns from the bush behind you. He hums a quiet tune to himself as he pulls each thorn from the stem, placing the flower behind your ear.
“Just as I suspected, you truly are just as delightful and radiant as a rose” he teases lightly, his words having your cheeks flushing in embarrassment from the unexpected praise— tenderly, he’s holding your hands in his, fingers tracing the fabric of your glove.
“I—“ you begin to murmur out, only for a bold and intense presence to appear.
Standing directly behind the boy was a very angry Riddle, you could practically feel the rage radiating off him. There’s an awkward laugh that escapes you, it sounded obviously forced. You are quick to pull your hands back from the boy's clutches, praying to the Sevens that the blood on your flush has disappeared.
“B- brother! H- how long have you been there—?” You ask, you knew he wasn’t made at you. . never— but the boy, the looks he gives are enough to terrify even the best mages.
“Long enough” Riddle says out between clenched teeth, knuckles white.
Your brother changes his attention from you to the boy from Royal Sword Academy, his face quickly becoming redder than a strawberry— there’s frustration and anger written all over your dear brother’s face.
“How dare you! They have not given you their consent for you to kiss upon their hands!” Your brother loudly shouts out, thank god you were further away from the crowd of people. . or else you would feel embarrassed from the stares you would gain.
“Ah! You must be Riddle Rosehearts! It’s a pleasure to finally meet the dear brother of such a sweet rose!”The boy sings out, bowing, clearly unbothered by your brother’s outburst.
“Haah!? So you know my name but you don’t know the queen’s rule? Rule 378 clearly states that one may only kiss upon the hands of the queen’s sibling if given permission!” Riddle huffs out, you could see steam coming from his face.
“Hm? Oh! I understand now, you people at Night Raven College greet each other completely differently!” He smiles softly, he reaches his hands out to grab yours softly.
“At Royal Sword Academy, we must greet the one we fancy by a kiss to the hand—“ he says cheerfully, leaning down to kiss your hand again but Riddle is much faster.
Riddle firmly tugs you away from the boy, careful to not accidentally bruise or hurt you. He guides you to stand behind him, a shield between you and the shameless boy.
“It seems you clearly don’t understand the authority in my tone. Off with your—“ before your brother has the chance to point his pen at the innocent boy, you grab his arm and quickly tug him away.
You peek over your shoulder as you take one last glance at the boy sitting by the rose bush, he catches your gaze, blowing you a kiss as you walk further and further from him. It’s almost like he was silently saying you would meet very soon.
“Riddle. .” You sigh out tiredly, still dragging him to where the event was being hosted at.
“How dare he. . he must understand the consequences for breaking the law. .” Riddle grumbles out, completely missing when you called his name.
You can only hope and pray that a couple of strawberry tarts will get him to relax. Still, there is a soft smile that appears on your face as you swing your intertwined hands with Riddle. Even after all these years, your older brother was possessive over you— it was endearing.
- LEONA KINGSCHOLAR -
From the day you were born, Leona became protective and possessive over you. . however, he never crossed the line of being overly protective in a suffocating manner. The first time you have ever seen your brother boldly and unapologetically express worry for you was when the headmage, Crowley, announced you would be joining into the Diasomnia dorm as a student. However, Crowley was awfully quick to clear his throat and announce you would be attending Savanclaw instead of Diasomnia when he reread your last name. . Kingscholar.
You two were always inseparable, and still are today. At a younger age, where you went, Leona followed close by. Now, where your dear brother goes, you are by his side with a bright smile.
Seeing you now, it constantly reminds Leona of when he was a younger cub and finally got to see his baby sibling; you were so tiny and wrapped in a warm blanket, little ears twitching lightly from the unfamiliar sounds and voices, whining and crying too loudly for his liking, eyes shut softly due to being born blind like any other lion cub. Years after years have passed, yet you still stay glued to your brother’s side, no matter what.
“Y’know, I thought we were supposed to be visiting our dear older brother, Falena, and his son, Cheka” you hum out in that unmissable mischievous tone in your voice, you trail close beside your brother as you both walk through the crowded streets of Sunrise City.
“Perhaps there is a reason ya’ ain’t telling me. . hmm, is it because Leona Kingscholar is too scared to see innocent nephew?” You snicker out, gently smacking your tail at your brother’s leg to emphasize your words.
Your brother scoffs at your words, now that he starts to think about it. . your behavior is starting to match Ruggie’s by each passing day— both teasing, sometimes irritating, and bold. Leona peeks at you from the corner of his eyes, tail swishing when he sees you silently staring at different stalls set up that had golden bangles that you’ve been wanting for such a long time.
“If ya’ wanted to see Falena and the brat. . Ya’ should have just stayed at the palace” Leona sighs out, rubbing his temples when he feels that lethal glare you send at him.
You pout lightly, groaning at Leona’s dismissive tone to your response. You’ve grown up with him, stuck around him even when he tried to push you away— you know better than to leave him alone when he’s stuck in his head, he would hide until you forced him out. . even then, he would put up such a fuss.
“And why would I do that? Who’s gonna make sure the big kitty cat won’t just tuck in his tail and sleep in the largest bush?” You tease softly, grinning when you see his ear twitch and his eyes slightly soften.
Silently, your brother digs into his pocket, extending his wallet towards you for you to grab.
“Here” he says simply, shoving his hands back into his pocket when you reluctantly take his wallet from between his fingers.
You smile happily, already knowing exactly why he gave you his wallet to use. You're quick to start walking toward one of the jewelry-selling stands until you hear Leona call out your name.
“Oi, don’t stray too far, ya’ hear me? I don’t wanna come fetch for ya’. . that’s Ruggie’s work” Leona groans out, watching you disappear from his view.
You spend a few minutes trying on different eye- catching bangles; some having Sunset Savanna’s intricate markings, others with scarlet red and dark green stones encased in gold, some simple, while others have golden flowers glued onto the golden wire. By the time the crowd finally settles down the temperature starts to drop, you have about eight different bangles in your hand. You quickly purchase the bangles with Leona’s money, shoving the chunky brackets into your pocket as you walk down the empty streets of Sunrise City.
Your eyes dart around, searching for Leona, to no avail.
“Oh my. . And here I thought that Night Raven college was completely free for such pretty, rare flowers” a beastman hums out, tail flickering wildly when you arch a brow and stare at him, his tone is full of amusement and genuine interest. . something that’s unfamiliar to see at your school.
You recognize him from the Spelldrive Tournament your brother participated in, he must be from Royal Sword Academy. Silently, he walks slowly around you in a circle— those sharp, observant, feline eyes squint at you. . eyeing you with such intenseness it has your tail twitching in apart and anticipation. Instead of pouncing on you like you originally expected, he just quietly clips a necklace around your neck; red, yellow, brown, and green beads, along with gold and green gems are on the string. . it must be handmade.
You flush slightly from his boldness, eyes twitching in nervousness. He chuckles, one he finished with ensuring the necklace wouldn’t fall, he positions himself directly in front of you.
“You’re a Kingscholar, no?” The boy finally concludes, eyes lingering on the twin braids resting on your shoulders. . It's quite similar to Leona’s hair.
“Yea, what does it mean to ya’. . hmm?” You ask, unconsciously playing with the necklace. . flickering at the beads.
“So Leona Kingscholar is your older brother? For a rare flower to be related to such a lazy lion, it—“ you squint your eyes at the boy in response to his words, it’s become irritating to hear countless people boldly speak so cruelly about your brother.
Just as you are about to defend your brother’s name and honor, almost about to attack the beastman— he quickly interrupts you.
“Oh c’mon, don’t give me such a predatory glare, rare flower” he softly chuckles, circling you once again, tail gently tapping at your ankle. . tickling your exposed skin.
“I ain’t gonna say anything bad about your dear brother, besides. . me and him might become friends in the future” he practically purrs out, tailing tenderly wrapping around yours, rough fingers playing with the necklace wrapped snuggly around your neck.
You glance over your shoulder, tilting your head in confusion when you see a strange flush on the dark skin of his face.
“Though, he might get a bit mad when he hears how I’m tryna be near you, rare flower” he teases softly, reaching hesitantly towards your hair, only playing with the twin braids when you wrap your tail firmly around his.
“Ya’ sure bold, messing with a Kingscholar, y’know” you hum, smirking softly at the boy who lets out a breathless chuckle.
Though, there’s a familiar scent that has you tensing and practically ripping yourself away from the boy. The boy from Royal Sword Academy quickly realizes who is behind you, Leona.
“Oi. . didn’t I tell ya’ not to run off?” Your brother grumbles out with a sassy and exhausted manner, strolling to stand right beside you, sending a sharp glare towards the boy.
You snicker behind your hand.
“Whaat? Don’t tell me ya’ were worried for me” you giggle, you really loved to get on your brother’s nerve.
“I can handle myself, y’know, I ain’t a lil’ cub anymore” you click your tongue, purposefully smacking your tail into his leg for the nth time.
You silently glance over to your brother, awaiting that exhausted scoff or huff he normally gives in response to your teasing. Instead, Leona was sending a lethal glare to the
beastman. The boy didn’t seem concerned nor intimidated by your brother’s glare, he just stared at your necklace silently.
After a few seconds, the beastman chuckles and smiles like it’s nothing.
“Leona Kingscholar, don’t get too angry with me, Kay? We’ll be seeing each other more often than you think! See you, rare flower” the boy says, snickering when your brother growls at his words.
And with that, the beastman turns on his heel and disappears, not without sending you a wink with a smug smile that makes you blush softly. In the beastman from Royal Sword Academy wake— he leaves an awkward silence between you and Leona. You open your lip to say something, but your brother is already lazily walking away with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Sooo. . How did ya’ know I was here? Hmm?” You question, gently jabbing your finger into Leona’s side to elicit a grunt.
“Stay away from him, ya’ hear me?” He finally says, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes.
You don’t respond to him, there is nothing for you to say. It really has been like this, Leona looking after his younger sibling in his own way— he was much better with showing rather than speaking. Protective and possessive, yet awfully sweet and silently caring towards you.
Just a smidge, you drift closer to Leona’s side, a soft smile on your face.
- AZUL ASHENGROTTO -
To any other student attending Night Raven College. . well except for the twins, Jade and Floyd, you and Azul are awfully similar in an unnerving manner. Those pretty eyes that sparkled and glistened perfectly. . similar to how the moon hovered over the dark sea and gave it a picture perfect appearance, but those same eyes seemed to easily detect a poor, unfortunate soul’s desires and exploit that for personal gain. Both you and the housewarden of Octavinelle had that confident, terrifying, smirk appear on your face when an outcome is exactly how you expect it would, or when something plays in your favor— at least that’s how it appeared to the other students.
Oh, how wrong they could get; you were distinctively different from your brother, though you may still have that scheming streak like him, you were the polar opposite of your younger brother. Where you were more affectionate, quiet, kind, observant, and perceptive. . Azul was reserved, flamboyant, perfectionist, and calculated. When you both were small, little octopuses in Coral Sea, you were always protective over your baby brother in a sweet way.
It was you who was there to comfort poor Azul, tentacles wrapping around yours as he sobs in your arms, after being forced to hear nothing but terrible, judgmental words about him from other children. It was also you who sent a certain pair of mischievous eels to handle and gently teach the bullies that you were quite serious regarding your brother. You two always did some sort of adventure together, along with the twins joining in on the fun— like the time you, your brother, Floyd and Jade, had to drink the nastiest elixirs to become human.
Though, it truly did hurt your poor heart, it really didn’t, when your baby brother was always whining when you gave him forehead kisses before he went to his first class! After all you did for Azul!
“Excuse me! I must say, you look awfully familiar. . hmm, I must have met you before. .” A soft, excited, and eager voice speaks behind you— interrupting you from your silent gazing at the sole rowboat floating in the dark blue ocean, lingering near the wooden dock.
You turn to glance over your shoulder, quietly staring at the one who you assumed was speaking to you. There stands boy your age and a distinct feature that brings familiarness; long, wavy red hair, deep blue eyes, a bright smile on his soft features. . and a fork. . in his hair? How curious.
“. . perhaps, in one of my dreams? Or was it in Coral Sea?” He giggles softly with a bright smile on face.
Ahh, now you remember. Rielle was his name, someone you met when you were just a small octo in Coral Sea— after many years, here he is, standing in a Royal Sword Academy uniform with a smile on his face. Rielle holds out his hands for you to take, in which you do, pressing a soft kiss to the glove- covered skin on the back of your hand.
His finger slowly toys with the deep blue bracelet wrapped around your wrist, a gift from Azul, marveling at how the color suits you perfectly. You hum in acknowledgment to his words, sending Rielle a rehearsed smile. With sharp eyes, you observe him one last time— an innocent and amazed expression on his face, the same one you used to see back when you were younger.
“Why of course we know each other, dear Rielle” you speak softly.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize me at first. . that hurts my feelings” you pout softly, placing a hand to your chest as if he wounded you.
You bite back a snicker that dares to escape you when you feel the peircing, predatory glare that’s burning into your back. . poor poor Azul, he must be soo frustrated to see one of his old classmates boldly approach his older sibling.
You pay no mind to your brother’s inner turmoil, tuning out Floyd’s and Jade’s teasing directed towards your brother. Rielle gasps out, perhaps it was from your small accusation or he simply remembered who you were.
“Ah! Of course I remember you! You are Zul’s older sibling” Rielle says proudly, still using his nickname for Azul.
“It’s just that. .” He murmurs, that has you arching a brow in slight interest.
“You’ve become much prettier and stunning since the last time I saw you! N- not saying you weren’t pretty at a younger age!” Rielle muses out loud, cheeks flushing in a light shade of pink.
And there it was, you recall; when you both were younger, Rielle used to swim around you happily, muttering how pretty you were and how you reminded him of the prettiest pearl of all Coral Sea, it was quite endearing.
“— still as pretty as a pearl” he giggles softly, it’s almost humiliating at how fast your skin becomes flushed from his words.
It’s been many years since you chatted with Rielle, yet here you are, still feeling clammy when he proudly declares he has never seen such a beauty like you. You smile softly, swallowing down whatever soft feeling in your stomach. You can barely, yet you do, hear Floyd’s “Azul, ya’ red just like goldfishie’s hair!” along with Jade’s “it would be advised that you calm down, Azul. After all, you wouldn’t want to stain your reputation as the Housewarden of Octavinelle and owner of the Monstro Lounge, how would you?”. . followed with the twins snickering at Azul’s misery.
“Oh please. No need to be formal around an old friend such as me, dear Rielle” you sing out softly, pulling him into a brief hug. . yet the loud groan and yelp of your brother is enough to know he was far from pleased with your actions.
Rielle grins brightly at your words, happily interlocking his fingers with yours as he leads, more like drags, you to the edge of the dock. He stands beside you, close enough your shoulders brush against each other, blushing when he sees you marveling at the floating rowboats. . oh how you’d love to ride in one.
“Mmh. .” Rielle hums softly to himself, fingers still comfortably laced in yours.
“Have you ever been onto one of those, pretty pearl?” He finally breaks the silence with a question, free hand pointing to one of the rowboats.
“Never. . but I would love to sit in one. Perhaps, float through the sea and admire everything. .” You sigh out in a longing voice.
Rielle goes silent within seconds, fingers gently smoothing against the back of your hand in a soothing manner, comforting. And just as he’s about to respond to your silent desire— a hand reaches to grab at your arm, tugging you away from the merman. It’s Azul, looking even more out of breath.
You hum out your brother’s name in a teasing fashion, giggling when you see him readjust his glasses out of habit. Azul pants out, sweat clinging onto his forehead as if he sprinted down here. Seems like you’ll be teasing him later. . or maybe the twins will do it for you.
“Ah? Oh, zul’! It’s been like. . forever since you visited Coral Sea, except that one time during—“ Rielle rants out happily, completely oblivious at how Azul is staring sharp daggers at the boy.
“—during a hosted event at Coral Sea, yes, now if you would please excuse us. .” Azul clicks his tongue, dragging you by your arm, leaving a dumbfounded Rielle behind.
However, something that Azul neglected to analyze was that Rielle was stubborn and persistent in his own way. He grabs your arms with such tenderness, pulling you away from your dear brother.
“Sorry, zul’! But I have to show them the rowboat, I’ll be quick!” Rielle grins mischievously, stepping onto a shaky rowboat and helping you down to a relax against one of the seats.
“Huh. .?” Your brother gives you a shocked expression, a part of him expecting you to deny Rielle’s request, yet here you are. . sitting so happily in the rowboat.
It’s been hours since you left the dock; Rielle continues to guide the boat through the pure black water without any trouble, occasionally imitating a conversation but mostly lets you think to yourself. You reach out to glide your fingers through the water, cool to the touch, watching it ripple as the boat drifts. The moon peeks from behind the overgrown trees, casting a delightful glow onto the boat and. . you.
you murmur to yourself, blinking and breathing slowly as you take the time to enjoy this rare, soft moment.
“—beautiful” Rielle finishes for you, but unlike you who stares at the scenery around you, he stares at you with flushed cheeks.
“Oh Rielle, I must thank you for indulging in my desires. but it has become quite late” you softly say, hint of exhaustion in your voice but you try not to make it that obvious.
Rielle smiles at you, nodding his head as he guides the boat back to the dock— humming a soft tune to himself. As the boat passes one of the overgrown trees, he stands up, plucking a pretty flower from the tree.
“Pretty pearl. . will I be able to see you soon?” Rielle asks when the boat bumps into the dock.
There’s a hopeful expression on his face as he tucks the flower into your hair, fingers dragging along your cheek before he pulls away. You lean in, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead before stepping off the boat— giggling at his awestruck face.
“Goodbye, Rielle” you hum out, giggling when you hear the soft giggles and excited sounds from the boy.
The walk back to Octanelle is quiet, it’s just you toying with the little flower in your hair. When you push open the door of Monstro Lounge, Azul is already waiting there for you, eyes full of annoyance when he sees the flower in your hair.
“Oh, that is enough, I forbid you from seeing that merman, ever again! To think he would be so—“ Azul hissed out in disdain, readjusting his glasses in frustration.
“Aww, is my baby brother worried about me?” You tease out, bringing your brother into a tight hug— eliciting a strained grunt from him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about how protective my baby brother is!” You squeal out in a mocking tone, his body relaxes in your embrace.
“Well. . everyone except mom” and with that, Azul is back squirming in your arms. . positively stressed from your words.
- JAMIL VIPER -
Being born into the Viper family was forever a bitter curse, forced to serve the Al-Asim family and their relatives for generations after generations. Just like your brother, Jamil, you served as Kalim’s personal retainer at Night Raven College. Although it was stressful and difficult to constantly watch over the energetic and sweet Asim, you, unlike your brother, eventually warmed up to Kalim and viewed him as a good friend.
While Jamil, at first, was severely displeased when he saw how your friendship with Kalim slowly developed— it was a nice change to see his younger sibling finally taking the initiative to become friends with someone. .even if that someone. Back at Scalding Sands, when you both were much younger; when your brother had a free day, he would often drag you through the crowded market to ensure that you finally leave your room. He was always fussing about your habits— staring at the ground when near a Asim, ignoring when spoken to, or just hiding yourself from the world.
And that’s exactly why he wasn’t that frustrated when he saw how relaxed you seemed when talking to Kalim. It really was true, you and Jamil are polar opposites. Perhaps that’s why your dear brother put in extra work to ensure you would end up in Scarabia with him.
“Ughh. . sooo hot. .” You muse out loud, using your hand to fan at your sweat glistening face. . though it does nothing to tame the heat.
Without your knowledge, Jamil had planned a trip to Zahab Market in Scalding Sands to purchase some of the best spices in Sage island, he had a whole list in his hands! In response, your brother quietly scoffs, hands still holding onto yours with a firm grip to ensure you wouldn’t be swept away into the crowds of people. From the corner of your eye, you spot a faint glow— lying in the ground was an expensive, glistening, bright turquoise gem encased by gold. . It was beyond beautiful.
“Don’t let go of my hands for even a second, you know how Zahab Market’s market can get overcrowded at this time” was the last thing you heard from Jamil before your grip on his hand weakened as you slipped away and walked towards the necklace.
“Hmm? . . this looks like—“ you quietly mumble to yourself, it takes you a few seconds to finally realize there was a man standing behind you with an expression that suggests you stole something of his.
“Hey, you there! That necklace you’re holding is pretty expensive, it belongs to me!” The man shouts far too loudly than he needed to, it’s obvious he’s attempting to gain attention from the locals.
Abruptly, your mouth feels dry. . you’ve never been the best with words and staying calm when money-hungry people like this claim you stole something of theirs. It’s always been your brother who quickly took action, calming and smartly speaking convincing words that stopped the guaranteed escalating situation. But Jamil is not here anymore, you are stuck alone and at risk of being wrongfully detained by the palace guards.
“Huh. . “ you finally reply after blinking silently at the man for a few seconds, a dumbfounded expression only on your face.
“T-this?” You murmur out, holding out the necklace for the man to see.
“I-I found this on the—“ you stutter out, jingling the necklace in your hand.
“Enough! I have had enough of your stalling, you filthy stealers are the same. Now, hand over the necklace of the palace guards will be detaining you, street rat” the man speaks in a cocky tone, a devious and scheming smirk on his face.
Well, it was never really yours to begin with, you rather not get chased through the streets of Zahab Market by palace guards. You walk towards the man, extending your hand with the gold necklace to give it to the smug man.
“Excuse me. . but I believe that this is just a mere misunderstanding” a velvety and soothing voice calls out from behind you, a hand gently holding you by your wrist— not too tight but firm to keep you from handing the older man the jewelry.
You slowly glance over your shoulders only to be met with a hooded boy; he’s completely covered in brown fabric, some golden necklaces wrapped around his neck, golden earrings peeking from under the hood, only his mouth and nose exposed.
“If I must say, pretending to be the owner of a lost item comes with severe consequences. . surely you know this” the boy hums out in a confident tone, his other hand wraps around your stomach to slowly guide you away from the man.
“Hah?! H- how dare you accuse me of such. .” The man begins in an irritatingly loud voice, it’s clear he’s losing his sharpness under pressure.
“— such dishonesty?!” The man shouts out, his loudness finally gains the attention of nearby palace guards.
You visibly sweat when you notice the palace guards getting closer, you glance over your shoulders only to read the boy’s expression— nothing, just as confident and calculated as he was before.
“You have stolen my necklace that was meant to be a gift for my nephew!” The man huffs out dramatically, more guards are quick to appear in your vision.
Shakily, you take a few bumps backwards— groaning when you bump into the boy behind you. He clicks his tongue, thinking for a few seconds before he leans close to your ear.
“If you wish to not end up in the palace’s dungeon, I suggest you follow me closely, habibti” he murmurs in a gentle tone.
“Unless. . you’d prefer to spend the rest of your days in a cold dungeon in Silk City” he grins, smiling when you nod your head hastily.
“Please” you murmur out, squealing when he yanks you by your arm, tugging you through narrow gaps between buildings of Zahab Market.
The boy is much quicker than you, it’s as if he has done this many times. It’s a flurry of color in your vision; the boy tugs you through a carpet shop, up boxes and ladders, hiding behind a silk shop when the palace guards were right behind you. By the time you have finally escaped the palace guards, the sun has settled by now, leaving a pretty sunset in the sky but the coldness has become unbearable.
“Ughh. . s- so tired” you sigh out, weakly pulling yourself up the ladder.
He hums in response, grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of the roof of a hidden building— a small little house, silk and carpets covering the entrance. The boy parts the silk, letting you pass before he shuts it behind him. It’s beautiful, there’s carpets lying on the ground with some cushion, mingling with the gap in the wall that gives the perfect view of the Palace.
“Woow. .” You murmur out as you gaze around in the hidden room, it was quite cozy.
“It’s not as luxurious as I wanted it to be, but it’s—“ the boy murmurs, watching you with a small smile when he sees you collapse against the cushions with a peaceful expression.
“Not luxurious enough?! This is amazing. . I wish I could stay here forever. .” You muse out loud, missing that proud expression on his face when you say that.
“Hmm? Already hooked? We just met, habibti— you don’t even know my name” the boy coos out, sitting beside you.
Oh, how could you forget about that? You were so caught up evading the palace guards that you forget that he was a total stranger!
“Oh. . uhm, well! You did save me from those guards. . I think I should know the name of my savior” you nervously tease, cheeks flushed slightly. . ignoring his own teasing words.
He hums quietly, pulling off his hood. . looking at you expecting. You silently gaze at his face, he looks quite familiar. . and was extremely handsome. Again, he’s a stranger, you shouldn’t be marveling and oogling at him like this! After a few seconds of awkward silence, he raises a brow.
“Oh? You don’t know me? I’m hurt, habibti” the boy hums out, holding his chest as if your words hurt him.
It’s barely recognizable, but there’s a hint of shock in his eyes. Was he someone important, if so, why can you not remember him?
“Ah, sorry! I-I just can’t remember who you are. .” You giggle out nervously, going quiet when he leans in close, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Oh. . thank you for helping me, soo. . mind telling me your name?” You force out a laugh, your own hands cradling your cheek to hide your flushed skin.
He smirks.
“Nah. That would spoil my fun” He jokes, scooping the necklace from your sweaty palm.
He leans in much closer than a stranger should be, humming an overplayed tune from Scalding Sands. He wraps the necklace around your neck, clipping it, the jewelry fitting perfectly.
“As much as I would love to see you all flustered, habibti” he coos out, fingers playing with the turquoise gem.
“It’s quite late already, surely Jamil is worried sick for you” He says, pulling you up from the ground, wrapping a spare jacket from the floor around you— it’s effective, keeping you warm from the brutal coldness of Zahab Market.
He guides you outside of his hideout, helping you down the ladder before stopping you from running to Jamil who’s calling your name as he roams the empty streets.
“Hmm?” You hum out in confusion, his fingers interlocked in yours.
“Minajeal” he says simply.
“Minajeal? Who? . . What is that?” You ask softly, shivering when he drags his finger along your arm.
“My name is Minajeal” he says, holding eye contact he drags his finger along your arm before pulling you into his embrace.
“Try not to get into trouble again, I might not be there again, habibti” Minajeal coos out softly, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.
“There you are!” Jamil sighs out in a mixture of relief, frustration, and exhaustion.
“Jamil?” You softly ask, hands shakily pressing to the spot where Minajeal kissed, the skin of your cheek flushing once again.
“Where have you been, I’ve searched all of Zahab Market for you! And who were you talking to?” Your brother sighs out, utterly exhausted, helping you down from the stack of boxes.
“I was talking to—“ you start, whipping your head to look where Minajeal once stood.
Minajeal is gone, as if he never was there. But his jacket and the necklace are still with you, he was real. . not some fantasy.
“With?” Jamil asks impatiently.
“With Minajeal. .” You muse out loud, flinching when you hear your brothers gasp.
Jamil firmly grabs your arms and drags you away while scolding you harshly for your reckless behavior, though. . you just mostly tune him out while thinking about the boy you met. At first, your brother is scolding you for leaving his sight when he warned you, making him search all day for you, and how you met Prince Minajeal and accepted a precious necklace from the prince’s collection. You can only smile to yourself as your cheeks warm up, sneakily taking a few glances at the prince’s hideout.
“This will be the last time I’ll ever take you to Scalding Sands. .” Your brother sighs out, whispering under his breath about how much he dislikes Minajeal.
You interlock your fingers with Jamil; you look forward to visiting Zahab Market again, perhaps you’ll meet the curious and awfully bored prince again.
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꒰ . AUTHOR NOTE ⸝⸝ I wasn’t expecting to gain 170+ followers from only posting two fics! Wahh tysm ☆〜(ゝ。∂)! I took far too long writing this so I left the rest of the overblot gang out. . whoops!
CW: ABO, heat, implied breeding, implied sex, etc. (very bare descriptions lolol) …I don’t think it really needs the warning but there you go.
Of course I love the idea of KOD and Lilia being Alphas and you being an Omega, but the one i’m thinking of right now is where you are the alpha and they the omegas.
But in the sense of:
Omegas being strong and protective. Their need to have pups. Not necessarily the “lowest of the hierarchy” but the ones who will protect who they love and what they have with almost the fierceness and strength of an alpha.
Alphas who have strength not just in the physical sense but mental too. They have the ability to form pacts. The ability to be a leader and handle situations and conflicts.
You who were able to form a bond with both Lilia and Knight of Dawn (Dawn) and their children (Silver and Malleus)
You were able l calm them down during their nightmares and their fights with your scent and presence.
You were able to provide security for Malleus and Silver. Malleus who had someone else than Lilia to keep him company. Someone he could talk comfortably with. A baby he is shocked to see but takes care of preciously.
Baby Silver who you feed with food he can eat. (Dawn and Lilia are terrible at cooking). You play with them while his fathers are asleep or busy with work. Baby Silver who noms at Malleus’s tail.
Lilia and Dawn are your second in command. They might be omegas, but they can fight.
Lilia and Dawn whose heat hits them suddenly. They are shocked as well as you are. You quickly call your pack neighbors to take care of Malleus and Silver. Ace and Deuce, betas probably, run away after grabbing them as Lilia and Dawn try to attack.
You end up stopping them from striking with your scent and command.
It stops them but causes them to fall full into heat. Their scents stronger.
They zero in on you.
Alpha, they circle you, their scents on the edge of causing you to fall into your rut.
“Alpha.” They murmur.
Dawn, behind you, places his hands around you to your stomach.
Lilia, at your front, places his hands on your hips.
“Alpha, we want you.”
“Alpha, don’t you want to increase our family?”
You gasp as Dawn moves his hips against yours. Lilia slips his hand into you.
“We can smell you, alpha~”
It doesn’t take long for you to fall with them.
“You two are insatiable!”
You have a blanket loosely wrapped around you while Lilia nuzzles an inner thigh. Dawn kissing your neck from behind.
“Khufufu~~ You didn’t complain when you moaned our name and begged for more.”
“You—huh, Dawn?”
He spread your thighs open wider, “More, please.”
Dawn nuzzles your neck.
“See? He has the right idea. Shouldn’t you be proud of us for agreeing for once?”
“Oh you think you’re so—ahh”
They both slip into you.
“We got you.”
“We’ll take care of you, our dear alpha.”
After their heat finally dies down, you three end up with three freshly marked mating marks.
Two happy, albeit smugly omegas, and one exasperated but content alpha.
Malleus happily hugs you when you all reunite.
“Are we a family now?”
Malleus happily points at your marks.
“Pfft”
You glare at Ace before nuzzling Malleus, “We always have been, Little One.”
Malleus nods understandingly, “Yes, I know, but now Silver and I will get a sibling. Mr. Trappola said so.”
He stated it with all the confidence and surety of a young one who knows the truth.
Ace Trappola, you are so dead when I get my hands on you.
I’ve been thinking about this AU for weeks 🥰🥰💚💚 I was struggling to write it down but I got the gist of what I wanted to write down 🥳🥳 Now it can be free from my drafts 🥳🥳💞💞 (though will forever be in my brain lolol)
could you maybe plsplsplsplsplsPLEASEEE do the same prompt you did with leona and malleus but with idia 🥺🥺🥺 ill literally kiss you and THANK U SM IF U DO THIS ONE!!!
You’ll Never Believe This One!! ♡
I heard a rumor that Ignihyde’s recluse housewarden is the prefect’s secret admirer! How I know? Well duh! Haven’t you seen him draw you in class? You honestly think that the focused look he carries as his pencil drags across his paper is because he’s focused on notes? Pfft— don’t kid yourself. That furrowed brow is saved only for when he’s trying his damndest to get your eyes to look right. It’s hard to catch the beauty of one’s muse on mere paper, eh?
I heard a rumor that even though Idia always runs away when you so much as look in his direction— secretly he goes to his room and giggles about it like a fourteen year old girl who just saw a fancam of her oshi. I’m talking the whole nine yards— giggling, kicking, “KYAAAA~!”-ing for what has to be at least five minutes. Well… at least before he becomes self aware and chastises himself for being so cringe.
I heard a rumor that Idia, when he’s really lost in the throes of dorky crush fantasy, will put his and your names into a headcanon generator (well— more like a couple, seeing as he wants some variety in his daydreams…). He’ll always put his in the first name slot to ensure he’s the one topping you in these prompts that were more than likely ripped from some poor sap on Magicam… a guy can dream, right? He’ll vividly go through every scenario that fits his fancy, whether it’s some kind of romantic setup straight out of one of his favorite otomes, or a shitty porno where he got bitten by a snake and you have to suck the venom out through his cock. ┐(◞‿◟)┌
I heard a rumor that Idia, when he really lets his mind wander, will imagine you in a cosplay of some of his favorite characters. He can imagine it so clearly in his mind, which character would best match your style, how your body would fill the outfits, etcetera! His heart feels like it’s gonna practically beat out of his chest whenever he images you both in a couples cosplay, matching together… but not like those gross normie couples! Nah, way better. Naturally the thought turns him on, but the post-nut humiliation does a number on him, too.
I heard a rumor that Idia loves the sound of your voice. Any and all voice mails you have sent or will send will inevitably become his jerk-off material. His favorites are the voice notes you send when you’re tired, your voice holding that early morning rasp that never fails to get him hard in an instant. Sometimes he thinks about how perverted it is to stroke his cock to nothing but your voice, but that turns him on too, honestly. If you’d let him, he’d masturbate for you on a call— but don’t expect to have him admit to that anytime soon!
I heard a rumor that Idia wants you to run your hands through his hair, in more ways than one. If man don’t want hair pulled, why hair long? He’d sooner kill himself than voice any of his more sub-leaning kinks, but giving a little tug to his fiery locks will reward you with the softest moan ever heard. The tips of his hair will instantly go bright pink, and he’ll glare back at you indignantly, but you won’t ever be hearing him ask you to stop, matter of fact— be prepared for a variety of complains if you do.
I heard a rumor that Idia’s favorite position is undoubtedly doggystyle. It makes him less anxious if you can’t see his face or what he’s doing directly— it’s all about ensuring that you get his S-Tier sexual performance! That, and he loves burrowing his head into your neck. He does it most frequently when he gets shy, but also whenever he’s close to cumming— he’ll lay his head down into the crook of your neck and mutter horny obscenities into your skin. He feels more comfortable— connected. That, and he thinks it’s mega cute when he sinks his sharp teeth into your skin and you let out a yelp.
I heard a rumor that one of Idia’s biggest fantasies is to hook you up to a vibrator— it’s as close as you can get to risk with him, honestly. You’d either be studying or playing a game, trying your best to focus, while he gradually ups the levels of vibration— watching you fall apart. He’d edge you, obviously, randomly crank of the frequency from 2 to 5 just to throw you off, watch you squirm and beg for him to let you cum— careful though, you’ll put him on a real power high! ;)
I heard a rumor that Idia’s favorite place to fuck you? His gaming chair. It’s so versatile! Way better than a boring bed with all the benefits of any other surface! You can sit on his lap and ride him, suck him off under his desk, let him bend you over on it, let him sit on your lap— all of it! He couldn’t be able to think of a batter place to make love to you (he could, he just gets horny seeing your cum drip all over his seat).
I heard a rumor that Idia likes to… save the memories of your encounters. Usually they all just consist of MP3s, but occasionally you’ll get something with the slightest glimpse of your face and/or body. Sometimes Idia wants to savor how you looked. He’ll never have himself shown in any of them— he’d probably die from embarrassment. But you? He’d keep them all on its own private drive if he could. Oh wait— he does!
And remember! You didn’t hear this from me~!
*DJ Khaled voice* ANOTHA ONE!!! Between you and me? I was very pleased when I got this ask because Idia is my favorite character (๑>◡<๑)! A wonderful thank you to all who read this, and an extra special thank you to our gossip of the hour @princess-poolia for sending in this lovely ask! If you yourself would like to send an ask, go right ahead! Asks will be answered soon!! Thx again and always spread rumors ;)
after 4 years of drawing webcomics, this is my wisdom:
start now. now. now now now. or else you'll never draw this damn thing
it's fine if you don't have the entire story figured out yet, it'll happen naturally
draw what you want to draw!! webcomics often run for years, so you better work with something you like
don't overcomplicate things. a simple, efficient work flow is your top priority in order to stay consistent
bullshit some things. trace background refs. reuse poses. draw your character's face from different angles and just copy paste it in to save time. be smart about your work baby
take breaks if needed. webcomic burnout is real
sometimes, a panel or a page looks bad. shit happens. move on
lettering is actually really important and super hard to pull off
it's your comic. do what you want forever!!!
I'm begging you again to work smart, not hard. reuse backgrounds. use brush sets for webcomic artists. trace 3D objects. use 3D models to pose your characters
you may need hours or days to draw one panel, but people will look at it for 5-8 seconds. keep that in mind
a simple background is better than no background at all (avoiding the white void increases the quality of your work by a ton!)
sometimes the anatomy needs to be a little off to make an interesting shot/panel. that's fine, don't worry about it too much
at least 2000px canvas and 300 dpi for good quality results
it's okay to stop by the way. it's okay to move on from a project if you no longer find joy in it
Trey pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy, the thick head nudging your clit before he slid it down to your entrance. His breath hitched as he pushed in—just the tip, as promised. He stayed there, trembling, hands gripping your thighs, sweat beading on his forehead. The pressure was maddening, but he held still, whispering reassurances you barely heard over your own needy sounds.
Cater lined the head of his cock up with your pussy, the warmth of the tip making you clench around nothing. He grinned, and pushed in—just the crown, then a fraction more, then a full inch before he cursed and slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. "Oops," he breathed, fucking into you with quick, apologetic strokes that only got rougher.
Leona dragged the blunt tip of his cock through your wetness, teasing your pussy lips before pressing it against your hole. He held your gaze, green eyes half-lidded, and pushed slowly. The tip slid in, then he paused. A growl rumbled in his chest. "I said just the tip," he muttered, but his hips rolled forward anyway, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, claiming you with a lazy smirk.
Ruggie rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy, his hands shaking with excitement. He pushed the tip in with a sharp gasp, fingers digging into your hips. For a moment he obeyed, just the tip—then his need got the better of him and he drove his full length inside with a whimper, fucking you like he was starving for it.
Azul placed the tip of his cock at your pussy's entrance. He pushed in just past the ridge, then stopped, watching your face. His tentacles coiled around your thighs, holding you still. "I keep my promises," he said smoothly, and he did, he only used the tip. He grinded it against your inner walls until you were begging for more, but he never gave it.
Jade positioned the head of his cock against your pussy, a calm smile on his lips. He slid the tip inside, just barely, and held there. His eyes never left yours, unblinking, as he savored the warmth. Then, without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself completely. "I'm afraid I couldn't resist," he murmured, his voice utterly unconcerned as he began to move.
Floyd nudged the tip of his cock at your pussy, humming a tuneless song. He pushed it in—just the tip—then pulled back, then pushed again, teasing. "Hehe, just the tip, ehe~" he giggled. Then he shoved his full length inside you with a single brutal stroke, laughing as you gasped. "Oopsie, slipped!"
Jamil pressed the head of his cock against your pussy, his expression unreadable. He pushed in slowly, just the tip, and stopped. His hips remained perfectly still, despite the tension in his muscles. Over and over he held that position, satisfying himself with the shallow penetration, refusing to take more even when you arched into him.
Vil positioned the tip of his cock at your pussy and he pushed in—just the tip—and paused. He studyed your reaction like a director evaluating a scene. "Perfection requires restraint," he said. He never pushed further, but the way he rolled his hips, grinding that single inch of his cock against your most sensitive spot, left you trembling and empty.
Idia touched the tip of his cock to your pussy hesitantly. He pushed it in—just the tip—and froze, panting. "Okay, okay, I did it. Just the tip. That's fine. That's—" His hips jerked forward involuntarily, sheathing himself inside you. "I-I’m sorry I can’t, I need more of you. I need you." He rutted into you anyway, too overwhelmed to stop.
Malleus brought the head of his cock to your pussy and ge slid the tip inside, a fraction of an inch, and held still. His green eyes glowed in the dim light. "I have no desire to break my word," he whispered to you. And he didn't, he kept to just the tip, but the sheer size of him meant even that filled you, stretched you, teased you with the phantom promise of the rest.
Silver guided the tip of his cock to your pussy, his movements gentle. He pushed the head inside, sighing softly, and stopped. His forehead rested against yours as he breathed steady, just the tip, just that much. He never pushed further, content to feel your tightness around only the first inch, murmuring praises into your skin.
Chenya pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy with a playful wink. He pushed it in—just the tip—and held still. Then he pulled out completely, giggled, and pushed the tip in again. Over and over, never more, never less. "It's more fun to keep you guessing, nya~" he teased.
Minajeal positioned the head of his cock at your pussy and he pushed the tip inside, just barely, and paused. He gripped your hips as if afraid to let go. "I said just the tip, and I meant it," but his thumb found your clit, circling it while he ground the tip against your inner walls, driving you mad without ever giving you more.
For the love of GOD more lactation kink twst pleaseeeeee
❝𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤!! -- 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧❞
(Only the NRC students I've missed up to this point, excluding Ortho.)
𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬: Trey Clover ⭒ Cater Diamond ⭒ Deuce Spade ⭒ Jack Howl ⭒ Jade Leech ⭒ Floyd Leech ⭒ Jamil Viper ⭒ Rook Hunt ⭒ Lilia Vanrouge ⭒ Sebek Zigvolt
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mostly gn!Reader, adult content, lactation (Trey, Jack, Lilia), established relationships, service dom (Trey, Jamil, Sebek), porno mentions (Cater), Mommy kink (Deuce), Tweels are a couple of ignorant dumbasses, teasing (Cater, Rook, Lilia), begging (Deuce), dom!Reader (Rook), not proofread because I need to pump these suckers out, and more.
These boys aren't labeled as Yandere in this series, so I'll be keeping it within their normal personalities for all to enjoy.
⋆ ｡ ⋰ ˚ ⋆☁︎︎‧₊˚✩ ⋰ ⊹ ⠀.⠀
He hadn't meant for this to be so perverted, really. It had started, in his mind, as his poor baby momma needing help. You'd just put the baby down for a nap, and he'd been busy making another batch of friskets when you came into the kitchen, crying because you were lactating while the baby was asleep.
"I swear I just fed him!" He'd heard you whimper, and immediately had pulled from his work to wipe his hands and come to your aid. "Shh, you're alright, you're alright."
Always the gentle giant, he'd been careful to lift you onto the counter, the same way he used to when you were horny teenagers in the kitchen. "Don't cry, it's nothing bad." His voice was soft as he cradled your head to his shoulder. His thick fingers would trace your skull, gentle as they found their path to your breast.
Kneading it gently like the dough of a loaf, he'd crack a small smile at the way a little came out and made your shirt just a little wetter. "How about I drink it?" He'd murmured, still smirking, still kneading gently, still the same horndog he always hid under his sweetness. He promised to make it better, and to his credit; he did. He was happily suckling on every drop he could squeeze out, savoring the rather sweet taste your milk had. He loved it, every second of it.
He'd watched one porno where the guy sucked a tit and immediately wanted to try it on you. He figured it would be like giving you another hicky, but gentler and with less teeth. And let me tell ya, the moment he was on, he didn't want to leave. He'd found a way to make you whine and arch your back into him, and every little gasp had him eagerly grinding down on your poor thigh. Seeing a specific little gasp and the tossing of your head to the side, Cater could only giggle and tease you more than he already was.
"You sound like you're getting close. D'you like it that much? Huh, pretty baby?" He spoke as if his hand wasn't currently rubbing slow circles on your aching center. If not for the fact that he was adorable this way, below your shoulder, suckling and grinding, you might've kicked him off by now.
"Baby?" You called back, an indignant laugh following it. "You're the one trying to nurse."
"And? You're still my baby."
"Mommy, please, I swear I deserve it. 'M good, aren't I? Didn't I do everything you asked?" Deuce felt as pathetic as he knew he sounded, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Your hand wrapped around his twitching dick, your other hand cradling the back of his head, tangled in the navy locks while he looked at you with teary little eyes. His mouth hung open, dry and feeling useless from a lack of being able to kiss you.
His pointless begging only seemed to serve a point to you babying him. He cries when he doesn't get to have you the way he wants, he whines when he can't mark you with his teeth, and he squirms whenever you make him take charge. "Please, Mommy, please, 'm good, 'm good. Lemme kiss you, please, I need t'... need t'kiss you."
But he wasn't getting the kisses he wanted. When you brough him, face to chest, skin to skin, and told him to nurse like the baby he is, he seemed to finally get that this was how he should put his mouth to use. He's hesitant at first, like his first kisses of the day. He's slow, gentle, but when you coo praises in his ear, he'd melting right into it. Anything for you, as long as you're happy. And he'd be a liar to say he didn't sob against your teat the moment you finally let him cum.
Jack had barely managed to contain himself when you first offered him to drink from you. He didn't understand, but if the pups weren't getting all of it anyway, then why would he waste something? Especially since it was so good for them. Surely it'd be good for him!
Within the hour, Jack found himself taking every last drop like water after a forty-day hike in the desert. You tasted sweet, and he loves sweet things. "Tastes as good as you." He'd murmur, eyes half-lidded and ears pressed flat while he tried to be gentle on your sore body. He felt bad enough that his babies were the ones nipping you during feedings, he really didn't need to accidentally piss you off by getting too excited.
When you eventually run dry, his appetite isn't satisfied. He liked it. He liked it far too much. "Can I have more? No, no, not now. When you have more, obviously."
Jade hadn't originally thought about mammalian milk beyond its intended purpose. Not until he heard something about it being good for the skin. Of course, that hadn't been what piqued his interest. It was Floyd directly asking you during a cuddle session how it tasted.
"How should I know? I haven't had any since I was a baby."
Your answer had been reasonable enough. But now you had Jade curious. One after the other, they were prying you for answers to questions about human milk, what it was made of, babies, anything. But with all the answers came the lanky arms of Floyd around your waist as he'd tugged you onto his lap. "Why don't we make a baby ourselves? It'd need milk because Shimpy's a human, right?" The prospect amused Jade, who was already joining his eager twin brother to undress you.
You had been such a pretty fool when you offered to help him manage his stress. And after thoroughly devouring you repeatedly, you couldn't imagine how he was calling this a management of his stress. It felt more like you were being managed. "Milly," You'd call, your hand in his ebony locks to tug him back from your thighs. "Is this really enough? It feels like I'm not helping you."
"You're helping."
His response was soft, but short enough to tell you that, no, you weren't. He was still pent up. "Milly." Your whine had his ears perk up this time, and those sharp eyes would go soft when you pulled him to your chest. Being the man he was, Jamil protested your attempts to distract him. "I already said you were helping."
"But it doesn't feel like it. You're treating this like we're adults." Something in your tone must've gotten to him, because he'd let out his usual sigh of defeat before sitting back on his heels. "Then what do you suggest we do? Stop?"
No! Anything but stopping! When your arms wrap tight around his neck, Jamil found himself grunting in dismay for the moment before once more finding himself on your chest. "Oh, I see." Slow. His voice was slow. His voice was a whisper.
Drawing out his tongue, Jamil let his saliva pool down over your nipple before taking it in his mouth for the first time. He was careful of his teeth, but your squeal was enough to tell him he was going the right direction. As if he was seeking your pretty sounds, he'd mock the action again and again, until eventually he was mindlessly suckling. It was oddly soothing, not unlike a child sucking their thumb. He'd make note of that for next time.
Rook is a goddamned pervert and we all know it. So when you found out he'd never sucked a booba™ before, you, the amazing lover he'd managed to bag, immediately sought to fix that.
He'd made a show of enjoying how you dragged him to his room, and just as much excitement went through him when he figured out what this was. "Oh mon, for me?" You being on his lap was one thing, but for you to strip without letting him help? That was another. Now, his gloved hands slid along your hips while his head rested on your shoulder.
He was quite enjoying the sight of you exposed, so much so that he brought his right hand up just enough to lightly flick the pebbled nub you'd offered. He didn't mind your forwardness, he never would, but this was unusual, even for you.
"Then who am I to deny such a generous offer?"
Lips, teeth, tongue, all clumsy from inexperience, but all which quickly learned. He can tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue; did you really think it would be hard for him to figure this out? Suffice to say, you'd be here for a while, under praise and under tongue.
In all his years.
He'd never thought to consider his mouth on the pebbled nubs of your nipples. It had always been his hands, his fingers. Never his mouth. So, when watching your firstborn suckle for the first time, the thought finally crossed his mind that he could do that too.
He didn't immediately act on the whim, but when the idea had festered for a few months, he wasn't as patient as he thought he'd be.
Lilia had been marking your pretty neck and thighs, humming some tune to calm your frayed nerves when he made his move. With you lying in bed already, that meant all he had to do was crawl up to you and beg with the crimson cat eyes of his. He'd be gentle, he promised. Had your husband ever broken a promise?
The answer was now yes.
He didn't realize how easily you'd start lactating under his usual touch on your breast, and your milk was simply divine to him. The taste, the smell, everything about the fact that it came from you, had him greedily feeding on what was meant for your infant child. But then again, he'd live. You'd make more by the time he actually needed his next feeding. Lilia, however, couldn't be sure when he'd get the next chance.
"Do you enjoy this?" From one side to the other, lapping up the mess he'd made from squeezing your tit just to nurse on it the same way he had the first, he was watching you pant and squirm like the pathetic thing he knew you could be. "Don't worry, I'll make sure this becomes a habit."
Sebek could hardly believe you. How could you want him to do something so perverse? Had you no shame? Honestly, what would he do if you weren't smart enough to only run your mouth with him.
It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to try it, and though he didn't like it at first, he warmed up to it when he saw how much you liked it, he began to see the appeal. You felt good there, which made you tighten up a little, which felt good when he was inside you.
Having the math click was one thing, having the math work, that was a whole other side to heaven. He'd learned how to tug with his teeth, how to lather it with his tongue, and the way you squealed when he dragged you only his lap so he could handle you better. And best yet, he was shutting up. Minus the growling, obviously.
Now you need only imagine how long it'd take to convince him to drink the milk that comes with it one day.
the idea of yuu who got sent to nrc with nothing but a pouch full of stickers; some of their favourite animes, puffy stickers of cute cartoon animals, glittery sheets of little stars, etc.
the first time it happened was during one of trein's long boring lectures. you were doodling something on your notebook and felt that your doodles were a bit off, like something was missing, so you took out a sheet of wonderland themed stickers and put some painted-red white roses to complete your piece of art.
ace, having caught up on what you were doing, leaned towards you to take a glimpse. his eyes lingered on an ace of hearts card soldier sticker and you noticed. you peeled off the sticker and put it on his forehead.
"hey!" he protested, before peeling it off of his forehead and put it on the front of his notebook. you snickered and decided to do the same to the other heartslabyul student who was sitting beside you.
turning to your left, you peeled off a deuce of spade card soldier sticker and put it on deuce's cheek, shattering his focus on the lecture completely. he looked at you, wide eyed, "huh?!" you immediately shushed him, not wanting to catch trein's attention.
"you should've seen the look on your face!" ace snorted, loudly, which seemed to grab the professor's attention.
"trappola, please repeat what i just explained."
"oh, uhh..."
he turned to you and deuce for help but the two of you were avoiding his gaze, eyes glued to each of your notebooks—with the card soldier sticker still plastered on deuce's cheek.
'traitors!' his eyes shifted back and forth from trein to the blank page of his own notebook. fuck.
the next time it happened was supposed to be a prank. you had somehow agreed to one of ace's schemes and the current target was riddle. the plan was easy, decorating riddle's precious notebook cover with stickers.
you didn't know if riddle had pissed the first year off or ace was just being ace, but the idea wasn't that bad, you were just curious on how riddle's reaction would be, though this was definitely not what the both of you expected.
your and ace's jaws went slacked when you saw riddle held up his glittery-pink-hedgehog-stickers covered notebook, looking at it with awe, like he had just found a chamber full of strawberry tarts.
"housewarden...?" ace trailed off, and riddle snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat at the sight of his underclassmen—staring at him in shock.
"i assume this is the two of you's doing?"
a nod.
"was this supposed to be another one of your pranks?"
another nod.
"though it seems that the outcome was not to your expectation?"
the silence was enough of an answer.
riddle was the one who broke the silence, he coughed onto his fist then averted his gaze from the both of you, the tips of his ears slightly pink, his next words were barely a whisper but you still managed to hear it, "do you perhaps have the flamingo ones?"
this turned into a little habit of yours; some tiny dessert stickers on trey's cookbook pages, a funny looking chicken sticker that cater insisted you put on his phone case, a big fat red cat sticker on the back of ace's phone case, matching with deuce's blue one and your [f/c] one, you even gave some flamingo stickers to riddle to place wherever he pleased.
and this little habit of yours wasn't limited to your heartslabyul friends. you could find a leech sticker on floyd's water bottle (yes, you gave a leech one on purpose while cackling. "shrimpyyy, i'm a moray eel, yknow?" "but you're a leech," "...ehhh *shrugs*"), a wolf one on jack's watering can with the caption 'alpha male' (jack swore he only blinked and all of a sudden, it was there), a poison apple sticker on rook's quiver, and more.
one day, however, kalim was surprised when jamil peeled a cute smiley otter sticker off of his cheek after he came back from pop music club to the scarabia dormitory.
"eh?"
"don't tell me you didn't know."
"...oh! so, that's why lilia, cater, and yuu were giggling!"
from then on, people would check their bodies and faces for any sight of stickers. leona found one on his bicep, epel had one on his elbow, and silver woke up to his face decorated with dozens of stickers.
it became a game called "find the stickers!" which was basically self explanatory, the nrc students had to find the stickers the prefect plastered on them or their things.
it was funny because the chance was 50/50. there'd be a time where the prefect discreetly put a sticker on them and they wouldn't know until someone told them or they found it themselves. or, the prefect could overtly make any physical contact with them and didn't plant any stickers at all.
the last one often made them question themselves because the prefect could initiate physical contact and didn't put any stickers for the first few times which let them put down their guards around them, only to found one after the seventh time.
this also happened with the other way around where the prefect planted stickers on them multiple times and the one time they didn't, the poor victim still thought there was a sticker on their body.
students would find themselves checking their belongings and each other's bodies, their guts telling them that there was at least one sticker hiding within them.
the peak of the event was when sebek let out a guttural scream once his eyes landed on malleus, horns and face decorated with cute stickers; bows and hearts and all that. the prince's face bright as he beamed, "child of man said that humans often decorate their friends' faces to strengthen their bonds."
sebek fainted, lilia took dozens of photos from different angles whilst urging silver to stand beside malleus so they could take some photos together, and silver—his own face decorated with stickers like malleus'—only nodded reverently.
꒰ঌ ⋮ author note : this was inspired by a friend of mine who always put stickers on me and our friends, and me who also put stickers on them and their things.
ʚ edited : yuu was supposed to be gn but i accidentally used 'her' earlier, sorry for the confusion guys, i already fixed it!
Their Favorite Underwear (On You) —♡ LADS Headcanons
—♡Summary: They certainly have interesting preferences, that's for sure.
—♡Tags: NSFW, suggestive, sex implied, afab!reader, no pronouns used, fingering, panty sniffing/licking
—♡A/N: done staring at this I'm throwing it out into the wild
—♡ masterlist
—♡ Caleb
Caleb’s favorite pair of underwear on you is somewhat an innocent pick. A worn out pair of cotton panties you’ve had since high school.
They have some kind of pattern—either horizontal stripes, flowers, a repeating print of the cookie monster—doesn’t matter, he loves it all.
They remind him of simpler times—laundry day when you were younger—and how they’d get caught up in his own load by accident. You’d flush bright red when he stopped by your door to drop them off, but he’d just throw his head back with a laugh and tell you it's fine.
He’s never told you how close he came to pocketing them instead.
In the present, he’s found himself on laundry duty again. The colonel is dumping your basket of dirty clothes into the washer when a familiar pair of cotton panties fall in.
He doesn’t even bother looking around; Caleb reaches for them, breath hitching when he realizes they’re the same pair from before. He can’t believe you still have them. You really ought to buy some new clothes…
Something dark—hot—coils in his belly when he turns the gusset inside out and lifts the fabric to his trembling lips.
It smells divine—a little on the tangy side, but he’ll make sure you drink more water from here on out.
Then his tongue finally laps at the inner lining, and Caleb’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head.
His hips jerk against the washing machine just thinking about sinking his tongue into your actual—
Your voice abruptly floats down the hall, some question he can barely hear, and Caleb tells you he’ll be right there.
Perhaps he will pocket these for later, after all…
—♡ Xavier
Xavier’s favorite pair of underwear on you…is actually his own.
His boxer briefs are basically yours at this point.
When you sleep over and need a change of clothes, he just lets you borrow his; which is how you end up in an oversized shirt and boxer briefs in the first place.
Seeing you in his clothes is a thrill of its own, but seeing you in his underwear?
It’s an entirely new level of intimacy that has his ears burning red and his slow heart skipping a beat.
You wouldn’t wear just anyone’s underwear to bed, you’re wearing his.
He gets oddly clingy when you do, sliding in behind you in bed and nuzzling your shoulder as you scroll through your phone.
You make some comment about a post you saw, but he’s hardly listening. Instead, his hand is sliding down your hip, stroking the fabric of his underwear and the heat of your skin. It brings a soft smile to his lips.
Xavier can’t help but think the slit of his boxer briefs is silly on you, sliding his fingers inside to gently stroke your pubes. It’s usually innocent, he just likes the texture.
But the hitch of your breath darkens his gaze, and Xavier gently coaxes you to continue scrolling as his hand sinks lower…
He hums in response to your little moan, fingers curling up into your slick heat. His other hand reaches around to take the phone out of your faltering grip and slams it against the nightstand.
Xavier’s selfish, he admits—he doesn’t want you distracted by anything else while you’re wearing his clothes, his underwear…
You need to borrow another pair of boxer briefs by the time he’s done with you.
—♡ Zayne
Zayne’s favorite pair of underwear on you is not one you expected—thongs. He’s secretly crazy for them. Well, that might be an overstatement—but he enjoys the sight of you in them very much.
You’re surprised to learn about Zayne’s preference, though he doesn’t readily disclose it at first. You have to feign trouble picking between two sets of underwear first, and shove your phone into his face for an opinion.
“...The one on the right.” The cool response is only betrayed by a fervent blush on his cheeks.
He likes slipping his fingers under the thin string, teasing and tugging. It leaves very little to the imagination; straight to the point.
Your order comes in, and Zayne secretly watches you slide them up your legs as you both get ready for a banquet. It’s all his mind keeps wandering back to throughout the night.
Not only are you wearing underwear he picked out, but you’re wearing them to mingle with his colleagues. A rather distracting thought, isn’t it?
At one point during the night, you bend over to grab something, and the lack of a panty line reminds Zayne all over again what you’re sporting underneath.
He approaches calmly, interrupting a conversation with his colleagues by wrapping an arm around your waist.
His excuse to leave early is well thought out—you suspect he’s had it in mind since arriving—but you’re barely listening when his hand wanders low.
It slides down your backside, and he absently thumbs the string of your thong through the fabric of your dress.
…The car ride home is a short one, to say the least.
—♡ Sylus
If you asked Sylus, he’d say he prefers you in no underwear at all.
But, if he had to choose, he’s rather fond of a simple red lace. Comfortable, practical, sexy.
Not to mention, red is absolutely your color. The fact that it’s his too is merely a…happy coincidence.
When he’s stocking up your closet in the N109 zone, Sylus makes sure to order only the best luxury brands exclusively in various shades of red.
The idea of you sauntering around base in his color is enough to make him purr at the sight of you, even when your underwear isn’t visible.
He makes a game out of guessing what pair you have on; is it the scarlet one with bows? Or perhaps the strappy maroon?
Sylus finds out at dinner; you’re laughing at some ridiculous story when you uncross your legs, and there’s a flash of vermilion underneath your skirt.
The one with heart cutouts? My my, you only wear that one when you want something…
His eyes roam you up and down as you continue your story, but you stumble over your words when a swirling red mist drags your chair closer to his.
You were quite bold for wearing such a bright color in public, and if anyone other than him was to catch sight of it…
Well, we can’t have that, can we?
Your breath hitches when his hand roams your thigh, smug eyes never leaving yours. His calloused fingers ghost the hem of your skirt, and your words trail off in anticipation of what’s to come next.
Sylus grips the fabric and tugs your skirt…down.
Your face burns as he leans back with a chuckle, “You were saying?
—♡ Rafayel
Rafayel’s favorite pair of underwear? Brazilian panties, next question.
They sit high above your hip bones while accentuating the curve of your tummy; absolutely divine.
Of course, you look divine in everything; hell, you’d look perfect in only a seashell to cover your modesty. But something about the aesthetic of these panties, specifically, gets him insanely hot and bothered.
He brings you back gifts from his trip overseas, but he flushes and fervently denies having anything to do with the three pairs of panties tucked behind the body lotions and skincare.
Rafayel quickly changes his tune when you suggest modelling them for him, though.
That’s how you end up changing into them right then and there, a minty lace pair with a little satin rose sewn to the front. You rejoin Rafayel, who’s been waiting patiently on his bed.
Rafayel can’t speak, only tugs the back of your thigh closer as he swallows thickly.
Your pubes peek out the sides due to the nature of the design, and you make an offhand comment about shaving the next time you wear them. Rafayel immediately shakes his head—as if offended—and grips the sides of your hips, thumbs hiking the side wings further up.
He flushes, and his nostrils flare right before he lowers his head to lick a stripe up your lace front.
His tongue burns through the fabric, and the Lemurian lets out a shuddering breath against your stomach. You barely register the chill down your spine when he licks you again, this time his teeth catching on the waistband.
You never get to try the other two pairs on for him…
Might I… request a fic about Kabru and Mithrun (respectively) encountering a succubus that appeals to them by taking on the form of the reader. While the reader is standing Right There
oh my goodness this was so fun for me. However, it was only after I finished writing it that I realized what 'respectively' implied. So this did not happen respectively, I'm sorry. I think it's funnier this way, though, if that's any solace.
If you still want this prompt done for them both separately, then let me know and I'll be happy to do that!
Mithrun x Reader x Kabru (not a love triangle, no established relationship)
2000 words!
no tw except for a very mild implication
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The first sign of danger was the cloying, saccharine smell that consumed every inch of the room. It was as if the air had been replaced with pure perfume created to appeal to a specific victim.
Kabru’s eyes fluttered as he recognized the scent of Utaya’s fields, especially the moments when the breeze would roll across the wheat and envelop him in a warm hug. Then, there was the hint of Milsiril’s kitchen, which wasn’t a scent he would usually describe as appealing. Yet, it sunk into his skin and made his heart clench.
To Mithrun, the petrichor was faint, but recognizable. It was just a hint in the back of his mind, bringing up a split second memory of the rainy, rolling green hills of the Northern Central Continent. Since the demon, though, he’d never been particularly sentimental of his home. As if the source of the scent read his mind and realized that, the perfume in the air gently switched to something savory, like elf cake. He didn’t care about that either. Again, the scent switched to wildflowers. He didn’t care about that either. And once more—
Succubi were so annoying, so invasive. Mithrun sighed and nudged Kabru with his elbow, “There’s monsters nearby.”
Kabru caught on almost immediately, “Succubi?” Without waiting for an answer, he glanced over his shoulder at you, of all people. His expressions weren’t as well-guarded when with you and Mithrun, and the Captain recognized the concern that flickered over his face. Mithrun’s hand twitched with the urge to grab Kabru by the hair and redirect his stare elsewhere, perhaps onto the life-sucking mosquito monsters that were slowly approaching from the shadows.
The dungeon was a collapsed ruin, but still traversable to those determined enough. You had insisted on coming with Mithrun on one of his regular explorations of the ruins. Once Kabru had discovered that you were going with Mithrun, he insisted upon coming along as well despite his obvious distaste for the place. There was some deeper reasoning behind his decision, Mithrun knew. Whether or not you knew that, though, remained to be seen.
There was rubble in the corners and moss growing between the cracks in the stones. One wrong step and the ceiling could easily fall. It was wise to have more than one person when encountering a succubi, yet all the times Mithrun had encountered them in the past had ended up in his favor. The succubi didn’t quite know what to do with him. He cast you and Kabru a wary glance, though— you two were far more susceptible.
“Just stay close,” Kabru said as he took a careful step forward. He reached out a hand behind him, grabbing for your wrist. You let him take your arm, and Mithrun felt his shoulders tense.
“The wisest thing to do would be to cover your eyes,” Mithrun mused. As he spoke, he took your other hand. In response to that, Kabru released your wrist and also held your hand. For a moment, you felt like the rope in a game of tug-of-war. It wasn’t the worst feeling, but perhaps one of the most confusing.
Mithrun and Kabru led you through the ruined room. The shadows were thick and alive with the scuffling of feet, the brushing of wings against the wall. Kabru did his best to hide his concern, but his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed down whatever he was feeling. A quick glance at Mithrun confirmed that the Captain was not at all bothered by the cloying scent of succubi, their calling card and greeting. They could strike at any moment, yet he remained calm.
“It will be fine,” Mithrun’s voice cut through the tension, “just close your eyes.”
Kabru sent him a look over his shoulder, “‘It’ll be fine’ is easy for you to say, Captain.”
“It is, the succubi have never really known what to make of me.”
You imagined a life-sucking, giant mosquito monster just staring at Mithrun as it tried to process what it was seeing. Yet, just the other day, Mithrun had expressed a small desire for a specific dish.
You snorted, “Your desires are coming back, though. You never know, it may take the form of an unseasoned elf casserole.”
Kabru put up a gloved hand to stifle his laugh, “Yeah, with boiled chicken and white rice without an ounce of salt.”
You could practically feel the heat of Mithrun’s stare on the back of your neck. “Elven cuisine is an acquired taste.”
“As in… once you actually acquire taste, you’ll move onto much better food?” You asked.
You would’ve liked to share a high-five with Kabru over that one, but the familiar buzz of a mosquito interrupted the laughter. The three of you froze as a flicker of mana filled the air. Mithrun didn’t seem worried, this succubi obviously wasn’t for him, but—
Kabru put out an arm in front of you as if to shield you from… yourself.
An exact copy of you stepped out of the shadows. Its eyes were wide with a look that could only be described as desperate desire. Its cheeks were flushed and brows furrowed, every ounce of attention focused precisely on Kabru.
Both you and Mithrun looked at him.
Kabru cleared his throat and looked away. The red on the tips of his ears was undeniable.
How were you supposed to feel about that? Flattered? There was some flattery in it, though it was mixed with mild horror at the absolutely breathless and desperate version of yourself that he apparently desired. Was that what you looked like? You were sure you never made a face like that. (You did, last week when Melini had a heatwave and Kabru had fetched you a glass of water. The memory haunted him.)
To your right, Mithrun raised a shaking hand. His shoulders trembled a little and he closed his eyes. His brows furrowed as he exhaled shakily. He looked as if he was only held together by a thin piece of string and a wad of chewing gum. The sight made your heart skip a beat in panic until you noticed the slight twitch of his lips.
He was trying not to laugh.
You choked on air. Kabru also choked on air, but for a very different reason. The succubus copy of you slowly sauntered toward him– you do not saunter like that, you would never saunter in such a manner, with that hungry look in your eyes and your lips parted ever so slightly. Horrifying. But like all good horrifying things, it also made you want to kneel over and start laughing until your stomach hurt.
“Kabru,” you gasped, barely holding yourself together, “You—”
“Shut up!” He snapped as he took several steps back, “Don’t overthink it! It’s nothing! It’s–”
Mithrun interrupted with a heavy, resigned sigh. He took a casual step forward and touched the succubus version of you on the shoulder. Its eyes widened and it tensed, but before it could react, it was gone. You were pretty sure he teleported it into a nearby wall, judging by the muffled, strangled hisses coming from nearby.
Kabru was still red, “I can explain.”
“I don’t think that requires an explanation,” Mithrun said flatly.
“You know what?” He glared, “Not everybody can be as unaffected as y—”
Another buzz, another footstep on the stone floor. The three of you froze once more as another succubus stepped out of the shadows.
It was also you.
Fortunately, this version of you was much less desperate. Yet there was something about it that reminded you of a painting in a cathedral. Perhaps it was the look in its familiar eyes, the sheer love and affection it held as it stared at Mithrun as if he was the only person who ever existed.
“That’s not mine,” Kabru said.
And it obviously wasn’t yours. Both you and Kabru looked at Mithrun.
The Captain was tense, his body taut like the string of a bow. His fingers twitched at his sides as he stared at the succubus. His good eye was wide and he kept blinking as if that might help clarify the existence of a version of you that looked at him so adoringly.
He schooled his expression and casually pointed at the love-struck succubus, “That’s not mine.”
“Of course it’s yours!” Kabru snapped, “Who else’s could it be?!”
Mithrun only shrugged. The soft tinge of pink on his cheeks betrayed his feelings.
Once again, you were at a loss of what to think. It was sweet. Your heart fluttered and emotion filled your throat. Yet, did he truly desire for you to look at him like that? Did he lie awake at night, wondering what it would feel like to have every ounce of your attention on him, to value him so dearly that you were incapable of seeing anyone else? The very idea knocked the breath from your lungs.
Except, Kabru ran a sword through the adoring, angelic version of you, and the mosquito monster screeched in a very not-you way. Mithrun only grimaced and chose to stare at the wall instead.
“Okay, so hopefully that’s the last of them,” you said. Your cheeks felt very warm. Kabru and Mithrun both desired you, though in different ways. You didn’t think that was possible. There was nothing more you wanted to do at that moment than run and hide and mull over possible explanations for what you’d just seen.
“Wait,” Mithrun stretched out an arm in front of you, “there’s one more.”
Despite his serious tone, awkwardness permeated the air. You were practically choking on it, unable to breathe normally because all your body could process was sheer embarrassment. Kabru’s ears were red. Mithrun looked more dead inside than usual. None of you would meet each other’s eyes.
The last succubus stepped out of the shadow. First, you saw a brown boot, then a familiar hand, then a familiar face.
You gasped, holding your chest as if afraid that your heart might burst through your skin. “I-It’s you…”
Mithrun and Kabru both looked at you.
“It’s…” Mithrun couldn’t finish his sentence.
But Kabru could, “Your biggest desire is… The meat pie vendor who sets up shop on the corner on Thursdays?!”
He said it as if that was a bad thing.
The meat pie vendor smiled seductively and held out a fresh, steaming hot meat pie. You took a step forward, your hand trembling as you reached for the treat.
“You don’t even want him romantically!” Kabru yelled, “You just want him to give you food!”
Once again, he said it as if that was a bad thing.
Before your hand could brush along the flaky, warm exterior of the meat pie, Kabru pulled out his sword. Mithrun grabbed a broken piece of wood from the ground. It happened too quickly. There was no time to defend your desire. You gasped as the sword ran through the beloved meat pie vendor’s stomach, and as the wood was teleported through his neck. With an inhuman screech, the succubus collapsed to the floor.
Your friends, who wanted you, had just killed the one thing you wanted… Your heart was torn in two.
It was a complete mystery why both Mithrun and Kabru stormed out of the dungeon without saying one word to you. You were the one that should’ve been mad.
Still, as you took Kabru’s hand in your left and Mithrun’s in your right, they both gave your fingers a light squeeze.
Still, “We’re never doing this again,” Kabru said.
Mithrun nodded. You grimaced. And none of you ever spoke of it again.
I had a bunch of Alejandro drawings lying about so I just.. blended them all together and now we have.. Office siren Alejandro, smoking Alejandro, ruined Alejandro and lingerie Alejandro..꒰｡- ᴗ - ｡꒱ ᶻzᶻzᶻz﹒﹒
my hand is cramping so bad. I drew all this in about 6 hours on my teeny phone screen with my gah dam finger, my pinky is about to fall off.. euhhhghhhh.. can you tell where I gave up??
Office siren Alejandro one shot coming soonn !! (´-ωก`)
When choosing a class and race, I first thought about what the character would be guided by, but, to be honest, some of them turned out to be biased towards how I see them.
This time I made the outfits more detailed, as I think that with age our level of detail in characters increases significantly, especially since most housewardens are well-read people, so they have quite a lot of examples to follow.
Riddle was probably one of the easiest classes to choose. True to form and strict, he's the perfect paladin. Moreover, I think this class is good for beginners (and the Queen of Hearts certainly didn't have time to play such games), as it provides a foundation for both combat and roleplaying. Besides, he's clearly read the entire Player's Handbook from cover to cover, probably even the Master's Handbook. And if a game has rules, they have to be followed, right? But he still needs to relax a little, and then everything will be just wonderful.
Leona… I'll be honest, he gave me a lot of trouble. Because it's obvious to me that the most suitable class for him is a rogue. But for him, the choice would be easier—if he somehow manages to get sucked into it at all—he's a Leo, so his race is the same, and he chose his class practically at random. It's not because he's lazy or anything, I just don't think he's interested in that kind of thing. As noted, he doesn't really immerse himself in the character, but overall, he tries not to disrupt others' roleplaying with stupid questions.
Azul, my favorite octopus. He probably knew about the game from other club members, but he wouldn't have shown any interest until this wonderful moment—he simply prefers tactical games. I have a feeling he'd appreciate the changelings' ability to assume different forms, as it reminds him a bit of his mer-form camouflage. Plus, it's a great opportunity for deception. As for the Warlock, I think it's obvious he'll find a way to outsmart this nonexistent chthonic entity. If he's really interested in the game, he might even create a real-life copy of his character's contract, but that's a matter of luck.
Oh, Kalim would be all for this new pastime. And the bard class would knock his socks off. Music has many positive effects in real life, but when you can resurrect the dead by playing the drums? That's incredibly fun. And not only are halflings a great fit for this class (not a very important note for Kalim himself), but they also have a wonderful ability to reroll dice, which is very useful for someone who often makes mistakes. Overall, I'd say Kalim is a GM's dream as a player - active, involved in roleplaying and story, and brings in goodies - I'd give my soul for someone like that, honestly.
I don't know what forces would have made Vil join the game, but he would have definitely become a star. First off, I have a slight headcanon that he's very familiar with the game itself. Not at Idia's level, of course, but he acts like a fairly experienced player. Perhaps this was part of one of his movie roles? As for his choice of race, elves are graceful embodiments of eternal beauty; of course, he'd choose them, there's no doubt about that. And I think wizards with a thirst for knowledge would be a good fit for him—after all, such power is the result of hard work and study. I would also add that his character is probably the most developed of all, with a deep backstory and excellent presentation, as if he really is from a fairy tale.
Idia is an absolute expert on all things D&D. He's completed several campaigns, has his own collection of homebrew, and has a shelf full of miniatures. And he's EXCITED to be a player. He's a little nervous about playing in person, but that's overshadowed by his eagerness to share hundreds of interesting facts. And of course, such a person would choose the Artificer class. So many possibilities, so many ways to create interesting new artifacts and abuse mechanics. He'd choose a tiefling because of the interesting lore and their connection to the underworld. He also just thinks they're cool.
Malleus is absolutely thrilled with the whole situation. Firstly, he's been invited. Secondly, he'll be able to participate in a new and exciting pastime. He wants to give it his all and not break any traditions, so to be able to play the character more realistically, he chose something familiar. He's also very interested in the history of this fictional world and the magic within it. People are very creative in that regard, aren't they? Although he'll likely be a little disappointed by the spell restrictions.
Honestly, I'd say this roundtable is pure chaos, both in terms of balance and player relationships, but overall, they'll gradually find common ground. I wouldn't say it'll become a permanent feature, but it might happen occasionally.
I'm glad I was able to finish before the session started, otherwise I would have drowned in preparation.
he is the official baby girl of the lineup. BUT i don't think he'd let you do everything by yourself. BUT... i do think the work ratio is looking like 7:3. with you being 7 and him being 3.
rafayel is the kinda man to hold the pieces of a bookcase together and watch you handle that power drill with admiration in his eyes
i think he also gets a kick out of doing the heavy lifting and you being impressed by how strong he is (even though he literally never works out and doesn't have huge muscles like some of the other li's)
is it stereotypical if i say that he eats up plumbing? your tap is leaking? he knows exactly what to do. there's something wrong with your pipe? send reddie down there to inspect and report back to him, so he can fix it for you.
buuuuuutttt i also think progress would be very slow with your lemurian lover. like he's constantly dragging his feet and getting distracted while you try to rip up the carpet or move cupboards.
on that note, rafayel would be more focused on the outcome, rather than the progress. he's got a whole vision in his head, which he'd rather execute via buying furniture and painting the walls over the other, manually intensive tasks that need to be done.
but even painting the walls, i think he'd get bored with that real quick. "c'mon cutie! let's do a mural!" he'll exclaim after you catch him slacking. guess that's gonna become your job, too.
you've def got flatpacks lying around that can't be assembled until the new flooring is put in. he just couldn't help himself!
when it finally comes to unboxing all the furniture, you find that he's bought the same items twice. seems he forgot he bought it the first time, and then bought it again after concluding that piece really would look good by the window.
you've never empathised with thomas more than you have now as every single day of this reno drags on🙄 but rafie doesn't mean to make your life a living hell. quite the opposite. he brings a fun flair to the project that reminds you to laugh at yourself sometimes, take a deep breath, and have a rest. sometimes.
like rafayel, sylus is letting you handle that power drill and all the tools you want. but unlike rafayel, sylus thinks it's cute. he thinks you're really cute with those big safety glasses on and an ill-fitting face mask as you plug up holes in the walls. a kitten testing out it's claws.
THE MAN i think in terms of efficiency. he has how many henchmen to do his bidding?? and with his evol, i think he'd use his black-red tendrils to lift things up and replace them. that couch too heavy for you? don't worry, his evol can do that. how about that fridge? say no more, sylus's got it covered.
but on the odd occasion, he does like to show off by lifting heavy boxes or furniture. just in case you needed a reminder of who you man is and how capable he is to handle whatever you throw at him😼
vintage vintage vintage. everything is vintage, antique, or downright archaic. gorgeous, right? ancient chests and beautifully carved dressers. he does have impeccable taste.
however, i think his flaw would be hoarding. i think he'd have so many collectibles that if you wanted to turn one of his storage rooms into something else, he'd have a hard time letting go of things. these are priceless items he's collected over centuries, but apparently, you two need an at-home gym? or a library? or a pool room, home theatre, tennis court...?
"sylus, you don't need this! you have at least five other gun holsters that will work just fine," you huff, exasperated by his affinity for all of this stuff.
he merely takes the leather holster from your hands and places it back in the glass cabinet. "i do have five other gun holsters, sweetie. but this one is made from cane toad leather."
"so was the first one you showed me!" you snap back.
pivoting around, he corrects you, "that was stingray skin."
it's safe to say, it takes a long while before he holds an auction to sell a few of his precious antiquities. but even then, the room you had been planning on has a dedicated space for his display units.
caleb IS the tradesman. he's the reno guy. he knows how to do everything, and he does it with this cocky grin you wish you could slap off his face.
he definitely wouldn't want you helping him. nuh-uh. you pips can just sit there and relax, watching him work in that singlet and shorts with a tool belt slung around his slutty hips.
and when you insist upon helping him, he gives you the easiest jobs like painting the walls or picking out the curtains.
speaking of paint, i think choosing the colour with him is an interesting experience. you likely bicker over painting the walls anything but orange or grey. but to make matters even worse, when you go to the counter to request a sample pot, someone from your high school is working there.
what ensues is that awkward silence where you recognise them, and you wonder if they recognise you, too, despite their customer service voice. all until caleb comes over.
"everythin' okay?" he asks, throwing his arm over your shoulders affectionately. you stiffen up. he notices. gazing at the cashier, he understands why.
"yeah, (adoptive) BRO, everything is fine," you respond, shoving off his arm. even if the retail assistant doesn't remember you, they'll remember caleb, for sure.
"caleb, is that you?" is their next question. predictable. the next ten minutes are spent nervously opening your mouth and closing it whenever there's a pause in the conversation you consider filling. at least the cashier offers you both a discount?
as i already hinted at, i think you'd get annoyed pretty quickly that caleb isn't treating you like his equal when it comes to renovating. he keeps babying you because he doesn't want you to get hurt. some of the equipment is dangerous, you know? you must know, for he likes to remind you every time you have a go at him for brushing you off.
"i'm not brushing you off, honey. i just don't want you to get hurt, yeah?" no matter how many times you remind him that you're not a kid anymore, he doesn't seem to listen. but you suppose it's flattering that he wants to take good care of you AND your house.
zayne def has a patient who's a tradesman or has a patient who has a relation that's a tradesman. thus, i think he'd rather pay to have someone(s) else do most of the work for you, especially since you're both busy most of the time.
your snowman hasn't watched this many youtube tutorials since his med school days. how to install an air conditioning unit, how to lay tile flooring, how to...
he's got those very basic domestic skills, such as cleaning the washing machine filter or changing a light bulb. but experts on yt fill in the blanks for him.
i imagine he's got a notebook with instructions on how to do various tasks. when it comes to doing those tasks, his trusty notebook is there with him, guiding him through it.
definitely the first question he's asking when it comes to assembling furniture is: "where's the instruction manual?"
on the topic of furniture, he's got that ikea style. but i'd like to entertain the idea that you're a facebook marketplace kinda gal. maybe on an off weekend, you two head to one of linkon's outer districts to browse furniture.
sure, that chair is nice. but it's not $75 nice. cue the haggling.
zaynie's face would heat up as you start bargaining with the seller for a better price. never in his life would he have thought to haggle. and considering he's a very successful cardiac surgeon, he doesn't need a lower price. but it's nice that you care about his financial health and get him a better deal on that chair than he would have gotten should he have tried to bargain.
i think zayne's shortcoming would be that he doesn't trust himself when renovating. he doesn't feel 110% confident that he's doing things right; he questions himself and inevitably hesitates.
"but the instructions say that we should—"
"zayne, i don't care about what the instructions say. it's fine!" you cut him off as you start putting a table together, unaided by the shiny white booklet in your partner's hands. your confidence helps reel him back in, but his caution teaches you not to rush in and make rash decisions. most of the time.
himbo. sorry. no, but himbo. i think xavier is aloof at the best of times, so give him a mallet and a tin of opened paint, and he'll look at you with those big blues like a confused puppy.
he👏does👏not👏know👏what👏the👏fuck👏he's👏doing👏 AT ALL. probably tried to seal the door frame, or he put the lock on backwards or something.
and like a himbo, his cluelessness isn't on purpose (well, i mean—). he was a prince! a king! he doesn't know the difference between water-based and oil-based wall primers because he's never had to know!
things get off to a rocky start, but i think as the reno continues, xavier learns and improves. he's no tradie. but i do think his skills get marginally better by the time you're ready to assemble furniture and decorate. so basically, when most of the hard stuff is finished.
you always have to supervise him. always. and it really slows progress down. you can't leave him unattended for a second lest he spill paint everywhere or forget to put the cap on the sealant and dry it out.
supervising him also means that he can't get away with sleeping on the job (as he tried to before).
xavier is the unintentional baby girl of the lineup. he's the baby girl that is trying so damn hard not to be a baby girl, but it's inevitable. his eyelids feel heavy. he forgot to get rid of the mineral turpentine and now it's stinking up the room. sleep was calling his name, and he felt compelled to answer. you get the gist.
but to atone for his lack of domestic skills, xavier does give you warm cuddles and washes your hair for you, orders your favourite takeout, invites you to move everything into his room while you both (🤨) work on yours. he might stress you out during the day, but at night, he provides that gentle care to soothe all of your worries.
