Idia hated dorm leader meetings with the fiery passion. At least he could attend remotely with his floating tablet. Camera off, mic muted when he wanted, and no one could force him to show his face. Perfect.
Today’s meeting was the usual garbag, an upcoming school event. Riddle and Azul were deep in their usual polite chatter, Vil and Leona were sniping at each other, Kalim was smiling but clearly mentally somewhere else, and Malleus was absent… again. And Idia couldn’t care less. So he did what any sane (or terminally online) person would do. He opened a private chat with you.
Idia: this meeting is killing me… save me pls
Y/n: poor baby~
Y/n: Are they fighting again?
Idia: Naaah… they are just boring as hell
Y/n: want something or rather some to keep you entertained?
It started innocent enough… then quickly turned. Spicy messages flew back and forth. Then you sent the picture. You in that dark blue lacy underwear set, posing teasingly on your bed. That made his brain short circuit. Idia’s face and hair exploded into pink. His body followed. He bit his hoodie sleeve, glancing at the monitor to make sure the camera was still off, then quickly snapped a return photo, a clear, very obvious bulge straining against his grey sweatpants.
Idia: look what you did to me… you’re actually the final boss
You: good! now you have something to look forward to after the meeting <3
He was grinning like an idiot, typing another thirsty reply, when Riddle sharp voice cut through the meeting like a guillotine.
“Idia. Can you show us the decoration details?”
Idia sighed the sigh of a man who just wanted to suffer in peace. “Yeah, yeah… one sec.”
He switched his tablet to projector mode, opened the event file on his second monitor, and hit screen share. For about thirty full seconds, there was complete silence on the other end. Then Idia’s eyes slowly drifted to his main monitor….
He hadn’t shared the event file. He had shared the chat window with you…
Complete with your lacy underwear picture… and his very obvious dick print in sweatpants right below it.
A high pitched, not too manly scream tore out of Idia’s throat. “NONONONONO!!” He frantically mashed the buttons to stop screen sharing, but the damage was done. The tablet kept floating for a second longer before it clattered to the floor as he slammed the disconnect button so hard it nearly broke.
Back in his room, Idia stared at his monitors in pure existential horror. His hair flames in embarrassed pink. He slowly slid out of his gaming chair, crawled across the floor, and curled up under his bed like a dying gremlin.
“They saw it…” he whispered to himself, voice cracking. “They all saw my horny chat. They saw Y/n in lingerie. They saw my fucking boner pic…”
Meanwhile in the meeting room, Kalim was traumatized for life, eyes wide with innocent confusion “Wait… what’s just happened…?”
Vil looked like he’d seen something that could never be unseen, lip curled in disgust. “Oh sweet seven…”
Leona had that signature “what a pain” scowl mixed with second hand embarrassment.
Riddle’s face had gone nuclear red, the kind of red that usually preceded screaming “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”
Azul… that octopus bastard was already drafting a new blackmail contract with a polite little smile. “Well that was a interesting turn”
Idia pulled his hoodie over his head and let out a long, muffled groan into the floor. “I’m never leaving this room again. I’m gonna uninstall myself from existence. Delete account. Touch grass? No. I’m gonna become grass. In a forest. Far away.”
The chat notifications were already exploding. Idia shut his phone off, pulled the blanket off his bed and fully cocooned himself underneath it on the floor.
“…This is how I die.”
Ruggie Bucchi
It was your anniversary, and thanks to Leona’s “generous” gift (really just a bribe so he wouldn’t have to deal with two overly affectionate lovebirds cooing around Savanaclaw), the two of you got a proper little vacation. A nice hotel room, a full day of freedom, and zero responsibilities.
The day had been perfect, lazy picnic in a sunny park, cheap street food that Ruggie somehow bargained down to almost nothing, endless laughter, and stolen kisses whenever no one was looking. But the real present came once you were back in the hotel room after dark.
The street below was still lively with chatter, distant music, and the occasional car horn, but the room itself felt wonderfully private. Lights off, only the warm glow from the streetlamps filtering in. Ruggie, ever the devoted boyfriend who knew exactly how to spoil you when he finally had you all to himself, had wasted no time. He had you on your back on the bed, clothes long discarded, his hands gripping your thighs. That signature sharp toothed grin flashed up at you for a second before he dove in, putting his clever tongue to very good use. Ruggie was nothing if not efficient and enthusiastic that had you writhing and panting within minutes. He hummed happily clearly enjoying the way your hand fisted in his hair and the little whimpers you tried (and failed) to keep quiet.
You were right on the edge, when the words slipped out in a broken moan “Ruggie… I’m gonna cum… oh seven!!”
Half a minute later, as you finished, a loud, cheerful woman’s voice yelled from the street below “Good for you, girl! He’s a keeper!”
You both froze instantly.
Ruggie’s tongue stopped. You also froze. The street outside was still lively, meaning multiple people had probably heard your very loud, very explicit moan…
The open window. You had both completely forgotten to close earlier.
Ruggie slowly lifted his head from between your thighs, ears twitching, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and dawning horror. His face was flushed, lips shiny, hair even messier than usual from your fingers. For once, the ever smirking hyena looked genuinely caught off guard.
“…Shishishi~” he started, but the laugh came out weak and cracked. “Well… that was a memorable experience.”
You slapped both hands over your burning face, groaning loudly. “Oh my god… the whole street just heard me. They heard me saying I was about to… UUUUGGG!! Ruggie!”
He crawled up your body, trying to look casual even as his tail flicked nervously behind him. But the grin that spread across his face was pure, shameless Ruggie.
“Hey, at least she gave me a good review!” he teased, voice still a little hoarse. “He’s a keeper, huh? Told ya I’m worth keepin’ around.” He nuzzled into your neck, trying to hide his own flushed cheeks against your skin. “Though… maybe next time we should close the window.”
You peeked through your fingers, still dying inside. “There won’t be a next time! I can’t show my face outside this hotel room ever again.”
Ruggie chuckled, the sound vibrating warmly against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled you both so you were lying on top of him. “Aw, come on, it’s not that bad. People celebrate anniversaries all the time. We just celebrated ours… loudly.” He gave your butt a playful squeeze, ears perking up again. “Besides, I guess we just give them a show. Maybe I should start charging~”
“Ruggie!”
Eventually he did get up and close the window (and the curtains this time), but not before shouting a cheeky “Thanks for the support, lady!” down to the street, which only made you groan louder and pull the pillow over your head.
Anniversary night slightly ruined, but Ruggie’s mischievous affection made sure it still ended with plenty of laughter… and a very determined second attempt.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia was feeling particularly proud of himself tonight. He had you beneath him on his bed, the lights dimmed, his usual playful energy dialed up to full seductive mode. For an ancient fae he was in excellent shape, toned, flexible, and full of stamina. He’d been reminding you of that very fact between heated kisses and teasing bites along your neck.
You moaned softly, legs wrapped around him, hands tangled in his pink and black hair. Everything felt amazing, his playful rhythm, the way he kept whispering filthy little praises in your ear, how effortlessly he held himself above you.
Until it wasn’t.
Mid thrust, a sharp, sudden pain lanced through Lilia lower back. His whole body tensed, hips stop as his face twisted for a split second.
You blinked up at him, still hazy with pleasure. “Lilia…? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He stayed perfectly still for a moment, clearly trying to will the pain away through sheer stubborn pride. Finally, through slightly gritted teeth, he admitted “…Just a small pain in my back. Nothing serious.”
You couldn’t help it. A smile slowly pulled across your face, growing wider the longer you looked at him. The ancient, powerful general who loved acting like an eternal teenager had just gotten a back cramp during sex. Lilia noticed your expression immediately.
“Don’t!” he warned, eyes narrowing.
But you couldn’t resist.
“Aww~ is my handsome old man getting a little sore?” you teased sweetly, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Maybe you really can’t keep up with me anymore. Should I go grab your medication and cane? We can continue after your nap~”
You felt his eye twitch against your palm. The mortification on Lilia’s face was priceless. His pointed ears flicked, and for once the ever confident fae looked genuinely flustered, cheeks faintly pink, pride visibly cracking.
“I am in perfect condition!” he insisted, voice a touch too high. “I simply… wish to change positions. That is all.”
You bit your lip to keep it from laughing, but the amusement was obvious in your voice. “Of course, of course. We can switch. I’ll ride you instead… but you have to promise you won’t get a stroke in the middle of it. I’d hate to explain that to Silver.”
Lilia’s eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of embarrassment and playful warning. That signature mischievous smile returned, but it was sharper now. “Be careful… You’re going to regret that teasing.” he said, voice low and full of promise as he carefully rolled you both over so you were on top.
“Careful old man now.” you cooed, unable to stop grinning. “Wouldn’t want you to throw your hip out next.”
Lilia gave you a very pointed warning smile, fangs flashing. “Keep running that mouth and I’ll show you exactly how ‘old’ I am… even if it means I’ll need a heating pad and an ice pack afterward.”
Despite the back pain and the blow to his ego, Lilia refused to let the mood die completely. He was still very much determined to finish what he started.
You’d definitely be paying for those comments later…
Rook Hunt
You knew having sex in the middle of the woods wasn’t the brightest idea. But Rook had been so convincing. Whispering about the thrill of nature, the privacy, the “poetic beauty of raw passion under the trees.” And honestly?
It sounded hot!!
So here you were. Bent over, forearms braced against a thick tree trunk, legs shaking as Rook thrust into you from behind. One of his gloved hands held your hip firmly in place. His voice was low and honeyed, murmuring sweet, dramatic praises right against your ear between kisses to your neck. Everything felt perfect. The forest was quiet, the air cool against your skin.
Until you noticed it.
A squirrel. Sitting on a low branch not far away, holding a nut in its tiny paws like a tiny spectator. It was staring. Directly at you two. Unblinking. You tried to ignore it, but the little creature just kept watching with what you swore was pure judgment in its eyes.
You reached back and tapped Rook’s arm frantically. “Rook… Rook,stop for a second.” you hissed, voice breathless. “There’s a squirrel. It’s… it’s watching us. And I swear it’s judging me!”
Rook paused. He lifted his head, eyes narrowing as he spotted the small animal. For a rare moment, even the ever dramatic Rook Hunt froze. The squirrel chittered something, then slowly turned and hopped away with its nut, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Rook stayed silent for a few long seconds, clearly processing. Then his shoulders started shaking.
You looked back at him over your shoulder. “What? What did it say? You understand animals, right? Tell me!”
Rook’s lips twitched. He tried, he really tried to keep his usual elegant composure, but the corners of his mouth kept curling upward until he finally let out a bright, delighted laugh.
“Ah… my love…” he said, voice thick with amusement “it appears we have offended our furry spectator. The little guy said…” He cleared his throat dramatically. “‘Right in front of my lunch… Humans are disgusting.’”
You stared at him.
Then reality hit.
You were bent over in the woods, half naked, getting railed by your boyfriend… and a squirrel had just called you disgusting for doing it in front of his lunch spot….
The mood died instantly.
“Oh my god…” you groaned, covering your burning face with both hands, still braced against the tree. “We just got called disgusting by a squirrel. Rook, I can’t anymore. The forest is judging us...”
“Well… that’s a unique experience I must say” He cupped your cheeks, eyes sparkling with pure delight. “Though I must admit, being scolded by a squirrel was… not the audience I had envisioned for our little performance.”
He kissed your forehead, still chuckling. “Forgive me. I thought we had found the perfect spot. It seems even the animals have opinions on proper etiquette.”
The squirrel incident became one of Rook’s favorite stories to tease you with. He never did let you live it down.
@aethelwyneleigh27 HERE YOU GO, hopefully I got the right colors this time, if not PLS TELL ME, but again so sorry they took so long and I’m so forgetful 😭✨ but I hope you like them 💖✨
Crampon - the border of gold which keeps a stone in a ring
Crepine - fringe worn with a French hood
Diplois - a cloak
Dossal - a rich ornamented cloak worn by persons of high rank
Grandarde - part of ancient armor; worn by knights when on horseback
Jornet - a kind of cloak
Kirtle - a tunic, gown, or jacket
Muffetee - a small muff worn over the wrist
O'erlay - a girth; a cloak
Paltock - a kind of doublet or cloak which descended to the middle of the thigh
Pampilion - a coat of different colours, formerly worn by servants
Pilch - an outer garment, generally worn in cold weather, and made of skins of fur
Pomander - a kind of perfume, generally made in the form of a ball, and worn about the person
Rochet - a little blue cloth cloak
Rockel - a woman's cloak
Saviarde - a kind of jacket, worn towards the end of the 17th century
Semicope - a half cloak
Slop - a summer boot or buskin, much worn in the 15th century
Telere - a fine linen cloth, formerly worn by ladies as part of the headdress
Yanks - leathern or other leggings worn by agricultural labourers, reaching from below the knee to the top of the highlow (i.e., an ankle-high laced boot)
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