Despite being transmigrated to a world of magic almost completely different to your own, with a rich history and culture you know nothing about, you are still expected to go to school.
And you can't even get any of your medications for it.
You're like halfway through the school year, and you are stressed. Maybe that's putting it nicely. You are stressed, pressed, and depressed, and studying for a history test of a world you were never a part of. And on top of all the typical school bullshit, there's also your social life, Grim, whatever bullshit Crowley throws your way. There's also the crushing dread you'll never get home again, and the depression that comes with your situation and oh yeah the depression that runs rampant in your brain without the proper chemicals to tell it to shut up.
You're fuckin S T R E S S E D.
And your buddies are starting to notice it.
Hi, and welcome to the first horny addition to Stuck In TWST Without Meds. Today we'll be taking a look at how Cater, Trey, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus might fuck your brains out to distract you from the fucking everything in your life.
18+ content below the cut. minors, this one isn't for you
all characters (including you) are 18+. established relationships.
In hindsight I don't think this is at all "smutty" enough so I'm sorry!!! But I'm really proud of how each one ends. Might go back and make them smuttier or make a smuttier part two idk but I like how it is rn
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Trey already typically stays up fairly late, what with vice housewarden duties and all, but he's surprised to find you have him beat. When he left you in his room, it was with your promise that you'd be done in a minute. Buy he was gone for a good half hour longer than 'a minute', and there you were, still at his desk, furiously scribbling away with bags under your eyes.
Cute.
You don't even notice when he comes up from behind you to place a small kiss on your cheek.
"I think it's about time for bed, prefect."
"Just a minute."
"That's what you said an hour ago."
That gets you to actually look at the time. You whimper at the hour gone (and little progress made), but brush him off.
"It'll only take a minute."
Trey sighs and shakes his head.
He considers for a second leaving you be, but this is the man who got Riddle away from studying for treats. He's got tricks up his sleeve. Though he is about to use some very different tricks for you.
It starts with his hands on your shoulders. Innocent little rubs to your shoulders. Another kiss to your cheek. A kiss to your jaw. A kiss to your neck... that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. A nibble.
His hands are moving, too. From your shoulders, to your biceps. Soon he's taking your hand in his, holding it up to his lips.
"Trey--"
"Yes?"
"W-what," You suck in a breath as he leaves another love bite on your neck. "What are you doing?"
He simply hums.
His other hand gets to your thigh.
Your pen is abandoned.
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Cater whines your name from his spot on his bed.
"Just a second, Cater."
"But that's what you said an hour ago!"
He has that adorable look in his eyes, and if you'd only look at him!!! he KNOWS he'd have you in his hands.
But you won't, and he doesn't.
He flops back onto the bed with a sigh.
Until he gets an idea.
For a second, one foolish second, you think you have peace. Until you start hearing a quiet but telltale shlick shlick shlick.
His breathing starts to quicken. Then he's oanting. Soon you can hear quiet moans escape his lips.
And you can hear your name as well.
God damn it.
Cater grins as you finally get up from his desk.
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Your stress is stressing Leona out.
He's lounging on his bed while you work on studying for Trein's test. Leona commented that you're taking freshman history, which is "baby stuff" to which you reminded him "I AM LITERALLY NOT FROM THIS WORLD, LEONA." And, to his credit, he did try to tutor you, but Leona is the kind of tutor that only works for certain individuals and you, bless your heart, are not that type.
So he gave up (lazy lion) while you continued to work. But he can basically hear your cogs turning from his spot and it's just not productive for either of you.
So, with a growl, Leona grabs you by the collar, only to start aggressively unbuttoning it.
"Leona-"
"Shut up."
"Leona, I-"
To which you are met with a 'shut up' kiss.
But you're pretty quick to forgive him once he has you on your knees under him.
"You're working too hard, Herbivore." He grunts from over you. "Give that little brain of yours a break and let me do all the work, alright?"
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It's already difficult for you to continue studying when you have Rook whispering all sorts of French terms of endearment into your ear.
He's all over you, trying to coax you away from work and into bed with massages and the aforementioned French nothings.
Nothing.
He sighs, leaning back.
Until a wicked little idea brings a grin to his face.
"Mon amour," He whispers, to which you hum in reply. "I'm going to get a snack." Another hum.
A second later you feel a hand at your pants zipper. You look down to see none other than Rook, of course, hitting you with a closed eyed smile.
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Vil had been helping you with your homework. Bit even after he had stopped to get changed for bed, you had kept to it. And now you had vil worried about you. While he respected your gumption, you weren't going to get anything out of staying up all night and worrying yourself. You had used up your productive hours (quite productively, he would like to add) and now it is time for sleep.
He calls your name once.
...
Oh, this will not do.
He stalks over to you. He reaches out with one perfectly manicured hand and traces your jawline.
"Darling," He purrs. "It's time for bed."
"I cant." You reply. "I-"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh." He brings a slender finger to your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to look at him.
"It's time for bed." He repeats. "Are you going to behave for me, or am I going to have to show a naughty little spud its place?"
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Let's be real, Idia's probably not going to sleep at a reasonable time, but he's also not staying up stewing over homework. If he's gonna have you staying up all night in his room with him it's gonna be—
W-w-w-wait, not like that!!! He was gonna say if you're gonna be staying up all night with him it would be cuz you're playing videos games! That's all!!
Oh, but now he's thinking about it... but you're working... ugh, but it's such beginner knowledge! But you're so focused... you... you wouldn't notice if he–
But you do notice. You do notice the 6 foot tall flaming haired nerd (affectionate) humping against you. It would be harder not to notice.
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Malleus is concerned about his precious child of man. He can see how stressed you are. How hard you work. He wants nothing more than alleviate the troubles plaguing your mind.
And Lilia had a... curious suggestion.
Youre working away within your own dorm room when there's a knock at your door.
Malleus grins down at you.
"May I come in?"
And you say yes.
You worry about your work left upstairs, but you play the role of gracious host and prepare him a cup of tea. He takes a seat.
"You've been troubled recently." He notes.
You sigh. "I've just been stressed with all this work."
"I see." He's silent for a moment. "I dont like seeing you in so much distress." He confesses. "Might I offer my assistance?"
You blink. "Oh, sure. Yes, I'd love that. Thank you." You expect he's going to help you study.
You do not expect, however, for him to press you up against a wall and his lips against yours.
introducing … matt & chris: THE GHOSTFACE DUO 𓂂໋𓈒 ᯙ̷ best paired with YOU, unfortunately.
NO, PLEASE DONT KILL ME MR. GHOST FACE, — I WANNA BE IN THE SEQUEL !
[ BOSTON KILLERS ON THE LOOSE, you read as you lock all the doors. who would have ever thought that the killers in question were sitting on your couch, tho? ]
⠀⠀ⓘ⠀⠀ I. CHRIS / the possessive one. mind games by sicksick. i’m not a violent dog. cigarettes & weed. twenty— two night stands. touchy in a suggestive way. ‘i kiss you like i bite into an apple’. death; the ultimate orgasm. captivating eyes. warm, addicting touch. manipulation skills are top tier. bestfriend or something more. II. MATT / the stalker. in the night by the weeknd. she tastes like every dark thought i’ve ever had. n1 pervert. personality: cruel, sadist, and selfish. commit a sin twice. diabolically angel looking. aching to touch her. obsessive. tattoos like a second skin. love kinda gory.
A/N: this is obviously all fake. it’s an AU, alternative universe, so please keep this in mind! every fic will prolly contain problematic shit like a bit of violence, toxic behaviors and clear manipulation, stalking, etc. but we can say i’ve been out there cooking 🧑🍳 i’m veeeery excited to write these 2 crazy asses cuz they good, trust. ( NOT ROMANTICIZING ANYTHING. )
also, credits to whoever created this kind of au first !! i have no idea 😕
