.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ SYNOPSIS occasionally, your dear boyfriend goes through a rut. . and suddenly, you are the only cure for his pain! (..◜ᴗ◝..)
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ GENRE smut, porn with little plot
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ INCLUDES Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ SAVANACLAW EDITION
.｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆ CONTENT WARNING afab!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | aged up characters | monster fucking ig | ruts/heats | octopus genitals | implied overstim | breeding | piv | creampie | mentioned oral (fem rec) | pet names | slight exhibition | consensual paralyzation (Azul) | mention of blood (tweels) | author note at end (•>_<•)
₊˚.༄ AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Octopuses actually have two mating seasons in a year— one in late spring, while the other in early fall
Octopus merman variants, like Azul, actually have a specialized arm, a hectocotylus, that is specifically used for breeding their mate.
While not all, some cecaelia have a poisonous bite that leaves it victim paralyzed and vulnerable
Your back is pressed against a cool, slightly wet, smoothed out rock— body splayed out against the surface while your lower half is forced hovering over the dark blue, salty and sticky, ocean water by a blushing, octopus merman’s tentacles. Your tender skin is warm to the touch, slick and glistening from sweat, sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. There’s a small puncture on your neck that appeared when Azul bite into the flesh to mark you only to end up accident injecting venom that made you completely paralyzed at the mercy of a needy cecaelia— the lustful, intense, and vulnerable feeling was an after effect of the venom.
Thick, large, eager, and restless tentacles of Azul wrap around your plush body in a firm grip; thighs, legs, and ankles are wrapped by the slimy appendage as the suckers taste the sweet flavor of your skin. The small, scattered spots on the tentacles change in an unpredictable manner, their color alters between soft lilac, baby blue, and dark purple. The biology of the cecaelia would be quite hypnotizing if you were able to focus on anything.
“Haah—! Fuckk. . A-azul!” You whine out his name in a breathless, broken, loud, and exhausted voice.
You gasp out weakly, squirming lightly from the overwhelming stimulation. . in response, the tentacles around your lower half tightens to keep you from writhing as they kneed and squish at your body. Azul cries out your name when your gooey walls spasming around his thick length, his cheek dusted in a mixture of light lilac and blue. Those greedy hands of his dig into the soft flesh of your hips, thumb pressing into the tender skin of your belly.
Azul grips onto you tightly as his hip snaps into yours, causing his deliciously thick and long hectocotylus to plunge deep into your drooling hole. With each relentless and rough thrust he does, his length stretches your walls wiide open; it has your eyes rolling back and lips parting to moan out his name in ecstasy. Your boyfriend gazes deeply at you, eyes dilated in pure bliss as he drinks up your fucked-out expressions; eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, drool seeping from parted lips, and the slight change in your eyes.
You look beautiful like this. . Your body jolts and shivers in pleasure, gooey walls quivering around his length— helplessly creaming around his hectocotylus until you feel like you’re drowning from overstimulation.
“Ohmygod. .! A- azul —mmhp. . b- babe!” You babble out loudly, sweat covered thighs trembling in his tentacles when azul presses perfectly against your g-spot.
“Haah. . m-my sweet pearl —nghh! D- don’t squeeze me s- so tightly!” Azul whimpers out, tears dripping from his glossy eyes as he babbles out his confession of love to you. . in a very shameless manner.
Another one of his tentacles lifts from the salty water, suctions hovering over the twitching and engorged bundle of nerves above your filled hole.
“Haah—! W- wait. . azul! Ca- can’t take it —nngh! Too biggg” you squeal out loudly, hands attempting to find purchase on his tentacles.
In response, Azul’s tentacles dart to wrap around your wrist.
“Mmhp! N- no, don’t squirm from me, my s- sweet pearl” he cries out, moaning softly at the delicious flavor of your skin melting onto his tongue.
The suction on your clit has you wailing louder than ever, the poor bud sensitive from how the needy octopus was dragging his thick tongue against the hood— lips wrapping around it to suckle gently until you were gasping out his name. Azul was insatiable, slurping and lapping at your syrupy pussy as if it would save him from his rut. . drunk off the flavor of your addictive flavor.
“M- my pearl. . pleasepleasepleaseplease” Azul chants out, tentacles wrapping tighter around you as his hectocotylus presses into your gummy walls. . twitching and throbbing as it leaks inhuman amounts of precum inside your already white- covered walls.
“—please. . lo-love all of me, I beg of you” he whines in a desperate tone, angling his hips to pound into your g-spot until you're losing your breath.
His cum makes everything sound even more nasty, the wet sloshes and squelches of your pussy as Azul easily slides back into your pussy from the wetness. But it’s too much. . a copious amount of his thick cum dribbles around the base of his hectocotylus, creamy white sliding down the curve of your ass. You’ve both created such a mess, a mixture of mostly his and your cum coating the surface below your body.
“Oohfuck! ‘M c- cumming again! Nnghh!” You wail out, eyes rolling back, back arching as you squirt around his thick length.
You want to squirm so badly, but you can’t, Azul’s venom runs through your blood. . keeping you pliant. He moans out your name, burying himself to the hilt of your velvety walls there’s a pleasurable tingle in your lower half. The grip on your hip tightens as thick ropes of cum shoots into your creamy walls, your stomach looks bloated, the excess cum spilling from your poor, abused hole.
The cecaelia leans in close, effectively trapping you against the ground as he kisses and laps at your marked up neck, hectocotylus still throbbing in your slick walls with need even though you’ve been fucking alll night.
“Wahh. . haah, on- one more time, my beloved pearl” Azul pants out, slowly pulling his length until he watches his cum bead from your hole, only to push himself to the hilt of your cunt with a wet plapp.
Azul drives himself slowly into your pussy, hectocotylus dragging against your walls. You murmur out his name, melting from the pleasure as he uses your body. If anyone was to visit the beach at this late hour, they would only hear the wet squelchh and sloshing sound, loud, high pitched moans and whimpers of someone’s name.
₊˚.༄ JADE LEECH
Moray eels actually don’t have an established mating season like octopuses— instead, when the temperature above Coral Sea turns blazing warm, Jade becomes clingy and attached to you
Like moray eels; Jade ensures that he feeds his dear mate more than enough food, preferring to initiate a sweet, dizzying dance with you
Your back arches from the smooth, completely soaked, mossy surface of the grotto—trembling against the ground as your lower half is submerged in the salty ocean water, plush thighs parted wiide open to accommodate the large, transformed eel that’s between it. Your tingles from the sweet abuse of overwhelming pleasure; plush body covered in deep, bloody bite marks, covered in bruises from the eager and greedy hands of Jade, a mixture of sweat and dried cum coating your tender flesh. You feel as if you tried to fight a deep sea creature, only to lose miserably.
Jade has himself wrapped snuggly around your warm and soft skin, webbed fingers pressed between your connected bodies to roughly rub at the bundle of twitching nerves above your stuffed hole. His fingers are precious and nimble, rolling your puffy clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have you quivering around his length. His lips are pressed against the skin of your neck, hungrily slurping, lapping, and sucking at your tender flesh.
“Haaah—! Nghh! Too muchh, Jade!” You gasp out loudly between broken and breathless moans, gasps, and whimpers of the eel’s name.
His sharp nails dig into your plump hips, eliciting a hiss of pain when blood prickles from the puncture. Jade snaps his hips into yours, driving his thick, long, and deliciously big cock deeper into your gooey walls. With each mean and rough thrust of his hips into yours, an obscure, wet squealchh of your sopping pussy fills the grotto.
Jade sadistically grinds at the helpless expression on your face, thick cock bobbing in your velvety walls— his lips find yours in a passionate and needy manner, long tongue dragging against yours in an eager manner. He ruts deeper into your creaming cunt, faster and deeper— his nimble fingers rubbing slowly, firm circles over your swollen clit until it has your thighs trembling from the overwhelming stimulation. Underneath your body, a pool of cum that’s a mixture of yours and mostly his gets larger and larger from how globs of cum drips from the curve of your ass to the surface below.
In a honeyed voice, he groans out your name when your velvety walls quivering around his thick length, squeezing him so tightly it has his breath hitching. Through hooded and clouded eyes, Jade peers out a blissed out face, grinning when he sees the helpless expression on your face; fat tears dripping from your glossy eyes, swollen lips parted as sweet moans of pleasure leave them, and the delicious peak of your marked up neck from his sharp teeth. . god he could get addictive to the sight of you all pliable for only him. His thick cum, stuffed deep in your pussy, allows him to slip into your cunt with each thrust, a wet slosh echoing throughout the grotto.
“Oh, my sweet pearl” Jade purrs out in that honeyed tongue, his larger form cages you against the mossy ground as the inhuman cock bullies its way in and out of your dripping pussy with a wet sloshh.
“Q- quite the mess you’ve made —mmhp. .” He mutters between velvety groans, webbed hands pressing harder into your clit it has you choking on a moan.
“Try not to waste my seed, my d- dear. . -haaah” Jade groans out, every thrust had his hips slamming into yours until your thighs ached from being forced apart.
Jade presses himself harder onto you, burying his face deeper into the space between your shoulder and neck— warm breath fanning on your exposed. You let out a high pitch whine when his sharp teeth digs into the flesh of your neck, blood oozing from the puncture on the neck. He’s quick to drag that slimy, thick, and long tongue against the tender flesh of your neck— lewdly slurping at your skin as your blood coats his lips and neck.
“Nngh—! F- feels too good! Mmhp. . J- jade!” You gasp out between moans, wailing loudly when his free hands digs into the soft flesh of your thighs.
That heat in your lower belly snaps unexpectedly, white hot heat as you lewdly squirt from the pleasure for the nth time tonight— juices spraying onto his lower stomach. Jade groans out your name from how your gooey walls spasm and tighten around him, hips flushed with yours as his cock bobs and throbs violently. He keeps himself buried deep as thick ropes of cum coats your already whites-covered walls, fat globs of white cum drools from your messy pussy. . dripping onto your ass.
Jade slowly pulls out, tons of strings of arousal forms between your bodies, slamming his hips back into yours with a wet plap— pushing his cum back into your velvety walls.
“My sweet pearl —haah. . do not waste my hard work. . ngh” he says simply, setting a pace; slowly pulling out a seeing the way your hole quivers around his inhuman cock before plunging himself back into you, roughly.
Perhaps if you ignored your boyfriend’s honeyed voice cooing out to you. . begging you to help him with his upcoming rut, you might not have been pliable and overstimulated. After all, moray eels don’t have a scheduled mating season.
₊˚.༄ FLOYD LEECH
similar to his brother, Floyd courts you in the traditional style a moray eel would; giving you a filling and delicious meal, dancing with you until you feel dizzy, soaking you in all his attention and affection
However, his favorite way to court his shrimpy is by opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly towards you
Floyd is cruel when it comes to mating, soo eager to finally claim you that it comes out rough and borderline manhandling in his own passionate way
Compared to his brother, he prefers to mark every single inch of your body with his teeth, tongue, nails, and hands— he really gets addicted to how soft and supple your body is compared to all those other guppys in the Coral Sea!
The dark ocean’s cool, salt-laden water clings onto your exposed, flushed, and sensitive flesh— with each gentle wave of water that crashes onto your body has your skin tingling. Your breath is ragged and heavy from exhaustion, desperately trying to catch your breath as your head barely remains above the pitch black surface of the ocean. It’s hard to breathe when your son cries of pleasure interrupts you everytime; loud moans, shrill gasps, honeyed whimpers of Floyd, breathless mewls.
It’s even harder when a certain moray eel merman seemingly can’t survive a mere second without his lips pressed firmly against yours; the intense flavor of metallic from your blood and salt from the ocean water lingers on Floyd’s lips. . coaxing you to eagerly reciprocate the way his snake-like tongue darting to flick against yours. What was originally supposed to be an exciting beach date with your dear boyfriend led to the cyan colored hair boy becoming more touchy, sweetly aggressive, overwhelming for your full attention. He opens his mouth as wide as he could in a barely concealed excited manner, gifting you the sight of the two rows of pointy teeth.
It was a repeating cycle; he’d unlatch his jaw wiiide, stare at you, close his mouth and pouts when you give him a confused look. . perhaps this was a moray eel trait that someone failed to inform you about. It was until you finally parted your lips to show Floyd your mouth that he instantly brightens up as he coos out your name in a honeyed voice, cackling at that dumbfounded expression on your pretty face. He quickly transform into his natural form, swimming further and further away from the sandy surface— peering at you with an expectant glint in his eyes.
Within the few seconds of you being in the deep part of the ocean with Floyd, he’s already hungrily pawing and tugging at your swimsuit— the loud rippp of the fabric being torn from greedy hands. His eyes are dilated and clouded with unhidden intense desire— slowly swimming around like a predator stalking its prey. At first, your slick back was pressed against a rough rock that hadn’t appeared above the ocean’s surface— plush thighs parted wiide to allow the needy merman settle between them. . causing a pleasurable ache in your legs.
Those webbed hands of his digs into the soft chub of your thighs, sharp nails poking into your flesh until small dots of scarlet pools from your skin. . eliciting a honeyed gasp from your swollen lips. Floyd’s tongue— long, thick, and sloppy from eagerness drags against your cunt. . parting your syrupy folds. That eager tongue of his presses into your drooling hole, the wet muscle having a kind of its own as it drags against your pussy until you’re dripping a mixture of salvia and arousal.
Floyd would moan shamelessly into your core, giggling when you tremble from the stimulation of his lips engulfing your buzzing clit— suckling hard until you just squeal out his and loudly. You’ve never seen the eel so excited like this before; he’s determined to drag out every little reaction from you, from the twitch of your hips to the gasp ripped from your lips. He whines into your honeyed folds, addicted, hungry for more of your sweet taste. . tongue flicking, licking, smearing, and dragging along your heat to coax your body to produce more and more of your sweet juices.
“Mmhp! Shrimpy taste soo sweet!” Floyd giggles out against your puffy clit, grinning ear to ear with his lips and chin glistening from your sticky arousal.
And now, he has his flexible body wrapped firmly around your body— squeezing you tightly as he presses his throbbing cock agaisnt your puffy folds. Floyd ruts his hips back and forth in a dizzying manner, cock dragging and bumping into your poor clit. He’s already reduced you into a shivering, sobbing, and overstimulation mess.
“Ngh! F- Floyd! Haah—! feels goodd. .” You drool out, eyes squinted and clouded in a haze of ecstasy.
Floyd giggles, smushing his lips against your swollen ones, sharp teeth nipping at the puffy flesh as his tongue darts to drag against yours in a passionate manner. He moans into your lips as his length stretches your drooling hole, the wet squeak muffled by the salty water around yours both.
“O- oh fuck! To-too muchh!” You gasp out between loud moans, tongue darting to lick at your blooded lips.
At the feeling of him pressing even deeper into your spasming and creamy hole has you shoveling and squirming from the pleasure.
“Shrimpy is so, so, sooo squirmy!” He giggles, tongue darting to kick a broad strip along your marked up neck.
In your velvety walls, Floyd’s thick cock throbs and spurts out thick beads of precum into your already white- covered walls— the excess pouring from your stuffed hole and mixing in the sea water. The sweet burn of pleasure felt addictive and amazing, the way his inhuman cock drags and massaged along your gooey walls— the drag of his length in your cunt is heavy, the bulbous tip pounding into your poor g-spot with such force. . it feels amazingly perfect. His cool skin is pressed firmly against yours, sharp scales on his tail digs into your lower half— each rough snap of his hips has water spraying everywhere.
“Ya’ feel g- good? Huh? Huh, sh- shrimpy?” Floyd stutters out, those nails of his digging greedily into your hips before gently scratching find your back until you squeal from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Weakly, you try to find purchase on his shoulders only for the natural slime substance on his skin to make it hard. . you’re completely dependable on Floyd. With a loud sob of his name, you tremble in his hold as you gush around his shaft for the nth time tonight— creamy walls spasming and quivering around his thick length.
”haah! Nngh! O- oh fuckk!” You drool out, eyes rolling back.
Floyd moans out, pressing his lips onto you again, ignoring his you moan out from exhaustion, tongue dragging against the torn flesh of your lips. . happily shoving his tongue to smear against yours— thick and endless ropes of cum shoots into your overstuffed pussy.
˖°༄All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block .｡꒰☆꒱ ⋆
੭ ֹ AUTHOR NOTE 🥥
Hiya hiya, cuties! Sorry for such a late post, I’m on vacation and had such limited wifi I wasn’t able to post ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ alsooo, 240+ followers?? Tysm (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)!!
Also, I wanted to say; please read my rules before requesting and I only use you/your pronouns for reader POV but have afab anatomy! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ btw, shout out to the random person who gave me enough luck to get a Deuce card(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
Let's talk sex positions! Pick a character(s) and explain their go to positions and why/when (or/and drabble it)
In my mind deuce is normally a missionary or lotus position user
Or maybe he gets more intense with certain emotions like jealousy then he switches out to positions like victory or pile driver. (No way in hell I can do drabbles for this)
★Have You Ever Tried This One?★
Synopsis: The sex positions twst boys will put you in!
Warning! Everything.
A/N: Oh, this is such an interesting request! I simply couldn't choose and made one for all the characters. It was fun seeing what position would suit each character the most!
PS. This is part one. I'll be doing the other dorms as well!
Riddle Rosehearts
I will always stand by the belief that Riddle loves sex for the intimacy of it, and because of that, I like to think he prefers positions where he can see your expressions or hold your hand
Other than Missionary, he'd definitely love Slow Dance
Something about thrusting into you while standing up and you wrapping your arms around his neck makes him so flustered and bothered
Riddle worries that he might have done something wrong. Why were you so quiet? It's not often you stay silent at moments like this. “Dear?” He whispers, his thumb gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Are you perhaps dissatisfied with this position?”
Dissatisfied? With how wet you were?
“Oh my, not in the slightest…” Your body relaxed into his hold, a slow grind to his cock as your patience began to thin.
He had to hold back a moan at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes shutting closed as he tried to compose himself. “I-it's just… you don't often smile like that when we engage in such activities.”
His words made your movements pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not you should tell him. You suppose it's not that sappy of a reason for you to hide. “Let's just say I like how I'm reminded of how gentle you are in times like this. It feels like we'll waltz at any moment!”
A bright red adorned his cheeks at your confession. How could you possibly associate a dance with intercourse?! Well, taking a look at it, he supposes you have a point…
“Dear, you shouldn't have implanted that thought into my mind. Now, the only thing I'll be thinking when we dance is how good you feel around me.”
Honorable mentions: Cowgirl, Spooning, and Drill
Trey Clover
I'm one of those Trey girlies that believe he's an absolute FREAK
Yeah, he's sweet and loving, but that mf will drill his cock into you
This man would absolutely love a good ol’ mating press
Legs over your head as he fucks his cock deeper into you GOD
Who knew you were flexible? You have not once thought about it until Trey had you in a mating press.
His cock hit so deep into you that you could practically feel him in your stomach. You wouldn't even be surprised if he was hitting your cervix at this point.
“Doing so great for me… Fuck, wanna fill this pussy so bad.” His words slurred as he continued to pound into you. Trey had a habit of saying the nastiest things once he gets pussydrunk.
He just gets so addicted whenever your legs are above your head and he gets a full view of how your cunt sucks his dick in.
Honorable mentions: Pearly gates, Deckchair, and Bouncing spoon
Cater Diamond
Anything to see your tits bounce
A bit biased, but I really think Cater is a boobs guy ok
He enjoys the view AND he can suck on them while you fuck yourself stupid on his cock!
He would also definitely love to fuck you in front of a mirror
“Fuck, yes! Faste—!”
Cater's loud moaning filled the room as you continued to bounce on his cock. His eyes were glued to the way your tits moved as your aggressively rode him. Your body was beginning to become sluggish after hours of being in the same position.
Much to his disappointment, you begin to slowly halt your movements. His hands reaching to grip your hips before holding you up. His hips pulled out until only his tip was in, and he pushed it all back with one harsh thrust.
“Cater! Wa—!”
He has to see those titties bounce one way or another.
Honorable mentions: Pinball wizard, Sofa surprise, and Straddle
Ace Trappola
He's a basic BITCH
Loves Doggy because he can pull on your hair
I would've made him a nasty one, but he's a bit vanilla in my heart
His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, pulling on it every time he felt closer to his release. Fuck, he could do this all day. Seeing you on all fours, struggling to keep yourself up as he continued to pound into you.
“Shi—Ace! Slow do-down…”
What was that? He can't hear you over the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelch of your pussy taking his cock.
Honorable mentions: Reverse cowgirl, Back seat driver, and Leapfrog
Deuce Spade
Yeah, he's nasty with it
While I agree with anon with her take, I would also like to introduce to everyone the Full Nelson
HEAR ME OUUUUTTTTT
Imagine he's jealous and shit, so he pulls this position to drill into your head that only he can fuck you that good
Sometimes you wonder if you should make him jealous on purpose. It would make you a bad girlfriend, but with the way his cock was hitting deep inside you? Yeah…
Legs over your head held by your hands as he rams his dick deeper. You question where he even knew about such a position. Something so exposing and humiliating yet hits all the right places.
“Ace can't f-fuck you like this. No one can…”
God, if he kept fucking you like this, you wouldn't mind letting him take his jealousy out on you.
Honorable mentions: Victory, Lotus, and Fast fuck
Leona Kingscholar
Contrary to popular belief, he actually likes a variation of missionary
I may be a cowgirl truther, but being manhandled…….
As much as he loves having you on top, he also loves having full control over you
His hands pin yours above your head, making sure you wouldn't be able to move as his thrusts become harder. Slow yet deep thrusts had you squirming and moaning under him. You didn't think teasing him would lead you to such a position.
“Where's that cocky attitude now, huh? Can't do anything when I'm in control…”
The mix of his sultry words along with the way he rams into you sent jolts of pleasure all over your body. How long can you even last once Leona finds his motivation?
Honorable mentions: Bow and arrow, Mastery, and Piston
Ruggie Bucchi
Another titty-bouncing enjoyer
Tbh he likes anything that's good for a quickie
Mostly prefers cowgirl just bc it's simple
'It'll be quick,' he said. 'Just one round,' he said. And yet, you have been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours. Your thighs were beginning to burn from how long you've been in this position. A pool of his cum was already forming from where you two connected!
“Ruggie! Can-can't anymore… ‘m tired, please…"
“No, you're not. With the way you’re clenching around me, I doubt it.”
He preferred quickies, he said….
Honorable mentions: Leg glider, Doggy, and Coital Alignment Technique (CAT)
Jack Howl
Another mating press lover
I told myself I wouldn't repeat some of the positions, but it just works
Holding your legs over your head while he fucks his cum deeper into you YEAH
Breeding season has finally rolled in, which means you're stuck in Jack's room for however long he needs!
How many times have you come already? You could barely feel your body anymore. His rough hands grabbed your ankles, pushing them until they reached your head. You could barely react before he started to drill his cock into you.
"You’ll give me pups, right? Of course you will…”
Honorable mentions: Triceratops, Stand & Carry, and Missionary
Azul Ashengrotto
Spooning
He likes the intimacy of it, and he can hold you really close
Plus, you won't be able to see how fucked out he is
“Doing so good for me… fuck! So ti-tight…”
You could feel his breath on your ears as he pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face into your shoulder while he ground up against you. Azul took his time ravaging you—he always did.
His arms wrapped around your waist, making you unable to escape his grasp. Even in his human form, he had the strength of eight arms.
Honorable mentions: 69, Man Missionary, and Corkscrew
Jade Leech
He's a passionate man
He'll also fuck you on the nearest surface
Has a thing for bending you over tables, which is why I THINK he's a Burning Man position guy
His hand held your wrists as he pounded into you. Jade just couldn't wait until his shift was over, bending you over the counter in the kitchen. It's honestly surprising that no one has even accidentally barged in!
“Jad—! Slow do-down, can't k-keep quiet!”
Even with your pleas, his hips only thrust harsher into you. A sick part of him did hope people from the outside could hear how only his name remained in your mind while he fucked you to oblivion.
Honorable mentions: Corner Doggy, Legs on Shoulders, and Leg Glider
Floyd Leech
Missionary
YEAH HE IS THE MORE VANILLA TWIN
He likes to see the fucked-out expression on your face every time his cock hits that spot
Easier access to your clit too
“Yeah, ya like that, shrimpy~?”
What was he even talking about? You could barely process his words with his finger kept on stimulating your clit. A high-pitched squeal left your lips when he made you come once more.
If that wasn't enough, Floyd started to jackhammer his cock into you. It was barely noticeable, but your body has started moving towards the edge of the bed. Your head was practically hanging by the time Floyd had realised the situation.
“Ha! Hold onto me if ya don' wanna fall~”
Honorable Mentions: Hang loose, Superwoman, and Effiel tower (iykyk)
Haiiii!! Im not exactly sure if your request are open… but I was wondering how you’ll feel about writing some scenarios of the boys (Leona, Malleus, Idia & Floyd) being jealous and Yuu riding the jealousy out of them until they are babbling
Just wondering LOL
dude this is such a good req… 🤤🤤
Like you mad at me, baby!
Leona, Floyd, Idia, & Malleus x fem!reader
18+, read at your own risk. you’ve been warned..
Leona Kingscholar
you went to watch the Magishift match of NRC and RSA. your amazing boyfriend, Leona, was the captain of the team—something he prided himself on, considering he was always second best in everything else (i’m so sorry i had to LMAO).
as the guys rush around on their brooms, you spot Ruggie with the disc. he manages to weave through defenders, and sends a beautiful pass to leona, which he easily shoots and scores with.
sure, leona’s goal was great, but ruggies shiftiness allowed for the point. so, naturally, you cheered a little harder for ruggie. leona noticed, and it’s safe to say he wasn’t the happiest.
NRC lost, which only rained down Leona’s mood even more. he was ignoring you after the match, which was out of the ordinary. whether they win or lose, he’d always throw himself onto you.
later, you find him in his dorm. he was sulking and pouting about the loss and his girlfriend’s “betrayal.” so, to show him that no one could ever come above, you gave him some.. special treatment.
. . . . .
“f-fuuhhhck, herbivore—slow down a bit!” he begged, throwing his head back as you rode him without mercy. every time you slammed your hips down onto his, a loud moan escaped his lips. he had his hands on your hips, holding on for dear life.
“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? proof you’re first place in my heart?” you coo, slowing down to just rolling his hips against his. his eyes rolled back, small whimpers coming from the proud lion.
“y-yeah, but that doesn’t mean ya need to kill me.” he groans, but you know he doesn’t mean it. if anything, this is payback for each time he’s pounded you into his mattress. he’s able to get a breath of relief once you slow down, but it doesn’t last long until you resume your original pace.
once you do, he cries out, his body tensing up as he reaches his peak. you feel his cum paint your inner walls, but you keep going anyways.
“what are you doing? i just-fuck!-came!” he says, whimpers and moans leaving him. tears of overstimulation pricked at his eyes.
“shouldn’t have been such a jealous prick.” you sigh, clearly showing no sign of stopping.
he knew he was in for a long night.
Floyd Leech
“Come on, Shrimpy. at least pretend you like ridin’ my cock. goin’ slower than a damn sea slug.” Floyd mocked, his tone in that lazy drawl he was known for. he slammed your hips down onto his own once again, as he had been doing for the last little bit.
“floyd, this isn’t fair!” you cried, dropping your head and trying to ride him by yourself. he grabbed your chin, making you look at him.
“no shrimpy. this is a fair punishment for actin’ all cute in front of the royal sword pricks.” he said, his tone much more aggressive than before.
and to be fair, he wasn’t exactly wrong. for the basketball match against RSA, you wore an outfit a little bit too revealing for floyd’s liking. “don’t act like an attention seeking slut if ya don’t wanna be treated like one.” he shrugged, leaning back and making you do all the work.
you huffed, lifting your hips and dropping them back down on him. you slowly picked up the pace as you chased your own pleasure, your eyes rolling back each time his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you.
floyd laughed deviously as he watched you. “there we go, i knew you had it in ya! that’s my good girl.” he praised between moans of his own, his hips bucking up to meet yours as he began reaching his peak.
you two came at the same time. you fell forward into his chest, your body shaking from the intensity of your climax. he bit down on the junction between your shoulder and neck—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make sure there’s a mark.
“think ya got more in ya, baby?” he asked, a shit eating grin on his face.
Idia Shroud
you were sat in idias lap, his head buried in your cleavage, his cock buried deep in your pussy. he was whining, begging you to move, to quit just simply cockwarming.
“pleaaase baby, i need it!” he whimpered, looking up at you with pathetic puppy dog eyes.
you chuckled, “no, you haven’t proved you deserve it.” you cooed in a false-sweet tone, clenching your inner muscles around him. he moaned, his hold on your waist tightening.
the whole reason he was in this mess was because you were playing some multiplayer FPS, where you gave a good assist to some random on your team. this stoked idias jealousy, feeling like no one else deserves your assists. he became cold and ignored you, but it didn’t take long to dispel the attitude out of him.
“please! i-ill be good for you! i’ll be your good boy, mommy! please fuck me!” he begged, crying and whimpering. and when you finally give in and start riding him?
he swears he just ascended to heaven. or descended to hell. but he was definitely having an out of body experience.
his moans get louder and louder each time you slam back down on his aching cock. you notice when he’s about to cum, as he starts whining and panting with his tongue out, almost like a dog. so, you lift yourself off of him.
“baby-what? w-why?” he asks, his voice strained.
you smile, laying down on his bed. “if you wanna cum, you gotta work for it.”
he’s never gotten up from his gaming desk so fast.
Malleus Draconia
so, malleus doesn’t get jealous. he knows you won’t leave him for someone else, and he knows people aren’t bold enough to fuck with you once they find out who your boyfriend is.
but that doesn’t mean you don’t get jealous.
you’re the human girlfriend of malleus, the future ruler of the briar valley. any girl would kill to be in your position, especially when malleus is a beautiful man.
on a routine visit to the valley, you notice a fae—she might’ve been a siren of some sort, you weren’t sure—getting a bit too close to your boyfriend. she was flirting, batting her eyelashes, the whole 9 yards, trying to get him under her spell. you didn’t say anything to malleus, instead distancing yourself a bit from him.
when you got back to NRC, he noticed your strange behavior. and who was he to deny his girlfriend of his attention?
. . . . .
malleus was holding your knees to your chest in a mean mating press. he was driving his thick cock into your aching pussy without any mercy, groaning each time his tip hit your sweet spot. you clawed at his shoulders and arms, but it wasn’t enough to get him to ease up.
“shh, it’s okay, my love. i have eyes for no one else.” he assured in a gentle tone, a stark difference from the way he was fucking himself into you. “hah, shit—if i give you my children, will that help you?”
you whimper and moan in response, unable to form coherent words. your eyes rolled back, and you gave in completely to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. he noticed this, “good girl, take it all.” he growled as he came.
he didn’t give either of you a chance to recoup, instead flipping you over and lifting your hips, beginning to mercilessly thrust into you again and again.
there wasn’t much you could do with how fucked dumb you were—but at least malleus was making it clear how pussy drunk he was.
you were in for a long night.
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note from madz~ is it obvious which character i like torturing the most by making him a complete sub
btw, my dear anon who requested this, my requests are indeed open!!
☆ with :: azul a. ෆ jade l. ෆ floyd l.
☆ TW :: i'm not sure if it counts as suggestive content, since the title says it all, but i'll leave the warning anyway | MDNI
☆ heartslabyul ver
☆ a/n :: i'm really baaaad at writing any kind of smut or suggestive content. i swear i did my best, and i'm trying to practice writing that kind of stuff a bit more. i hope u all like it <3
── Azul Ashengrotto
ෆ with Azul, it would happen in his office after a long day. He's tired, and when you enter the room, his perfect man facade slips a little, especially when you seek his touch after such an exhausting day.
It began as a sort of greeting kiss. The first time you sat on Azul's desk, his first thought was how… bold it had been, yet he reminded you, in the most polite way possible, that his desk wasn't a seat. However, the relationship progressed, and Azul never bothered to remind you again, especially on those occasions when he himself succumbed to your kisses. Just like in those moments.
Your legs spread slightly to allow him to settle between them. The soft kiss at the corner of your lips had become something more as you leaned toward him, seeking more. Azul pulled back slightly to slide his glasses off his face, placing them on the desk before attacking your lips again. He rarely let himself lose control, but since you two had begun your relationship, it seemed to be happening more often than he cared to admit, perhaps because he liked your touch too much, even if he wouldn't say so aloud.
“Someone might come in,” he murmured, more to himself, as he pulled back enough to feel his lips brush against your cheek. You gasped for air, trying to catch your breath, and a wave of heat began to build in your belly. “You look so beautiful, my pearl,” he murmured against your skin. Azul took a breath, trying to control his thoughts. The mere thought of losing control like this seemed unacceptable, yet any sane thought vanished the moment he felt your fingers grip his jacket, pushing him back to your lips.
His gloved hands gripped your hips with a possessiveness that bordered on desperation, yet he never lost the gentleness he always had with you. Azul knew he had to be reasonable, but he couldn't think of anything but your lips against his. When had he let himself be consumed by you like this?
── Jade Leech
ෆ with Jade, it seems a bit more planned, probably happening during one of your breaks at the end of the day—those little moments that seem to be planned just for the two of you.
It started with a simple touch, one of those times when he seems to let his guard down just for a few seconds with you. Jade wasn't usually very affectionate in public. Of course he'd put his arm around your waist or leave little kisses on your knuckles, and sometimes he'd even let you cling to him when you were feeling particularly clingy, but other than that, he rarely kissed you like that.
It had begun as a simple, quiet kiss, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck, taking the time to inhale your scent before tracing a gentle path to your jaw. You felt his sharp teeth graze your warm skin, enjoying for a second the way you tensed beneath him, so often forgetting how dangerous his teeth could be. Finally, his lips found yours in a gentle kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, finding yours a few seconds later. One of his gloved hands slid to the back of your neck, trying to deepen the kiss.
Your fingers brushed against the fabric of his suit before moving up to the collar of his shirt as if you were trying to find a way to hold on to him, until your arms finally moved up to encircle his neck in an attempt to erase any minimal distance between you two. You felt the way he seemed to give in to you for a few seconds before his grip on your waist became firm again.
The air left in your lungs was almost nonexistent now, and he noticed it immediately because of the way your grip around him tightened slightly. Jade pulled away, letting you catch your breath, looking at the new color in your lips and the way your chest rose and fell due to your ragged breathing. One of his hands moved up, the fabric of the gloves brush against your chin, causing your eyes to meet his before that smile—which used to frighten you when he was just a stranger—appeared in your field of vision. How could a human make him lose control like that, even for just a second?
The tea Jade had prepared so carefully, knowing it was your favorite, was completely forgotten as you sought his lips once more.
── Floyd Leech
ෆ with Floyd, it's more spontaneous; he's never cared about showing affection in public, not even when other people are around, and this is no exception. However, it would probably happen when the two of you are alone in his room, perhaps about to fall asleep, in those moments when he's clinging to you with no intention of letting go.
It was supposed to have started with a slow kiss. You first felt Floyd's teeth graze your cheek before tracing a small path to your lips. You thought it was just a simple goodnight kiss, but you hadn't expected it to escalate any further, perhaps too quickly, because you couldn't even remember when you'd slipped on top of him.
His hands settled on your hips, trying to hold you steady, but in those moments you could feel the way he was squeezing you lightly, not enough to hurt you. Never enough to hurt you. A gasp escaped your lips, smothered by his mouth as you felt him close any space between you two. Floyd chuckled as he felt you shift on top of him, trying to get more comfortable, letting him know you had no intention of pulling away.
His lips attacked yours again, your fingers digging into his hair, trying to pull him closer as if it were even possible. There was barely any air left in your lungs, but you had no intention of pulling away, instead, it was Floyd who pulled back from your lips just enough to let you breathe again. It was then that you felt his sharp teeth slide across your mouth, grazing your lower lip, wondering if he was going to sink them in slightly.
Sometimes he forgot how much air humans needed; it wasn't until he saw his girlfriend on his lap, gasping for breath, that he remembered.
The Twisted Wonderland boys x fem! reader: Jealous sex
(First and Second years are aged up!)
NSFW BELOW THE LINE, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. SOME SCENES MAY ALSO INCLUDE POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR. IF YOU’RE NOT A FAN OF THAT OR SMUT, PLEASE SCROLL :)
Heartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:
How exactly did you end up in this situation? You had just been at the Mostro Lounge with Riddle for your one year anniversary.
It had been a very romantic evening. Riddle obviously paid like the gentleman he is and you both were given V.I.P. treatment from Azul simply as a token of gratitude for helping with Azul’s overblot.
Floyd had been your server, which meant there was constant conversations between him and Riddle that resulted in.. well hellfire.
After dining, you and Floyd spoke at the bar as he insisted on saying good bye to you and ‘Goldfishie’. Floyd gave you a big squeeze before you two left, followed by, “You’re lucky Goldfishie~ she’s fun to touch,”
Now you found yourself getting pounded into Riddle’s mattress with no sign of stopping. It was currently past the Heartslabyul curfew, but Riddle had made an exception for you, his lovely girlfriend.
You clutch his hair as he thrusts deeper into you.
“R-Riddle, slow down!” You plead as he runs his thumb over your clit. In response, he captured yours lips with his. After breaking the kiss, he groans and says,
“Perhaps I would be able to if I didn’t have to remind my girlfriend who makes her feel good.” He answers as he continues to thrust into you. Riddle groans as he feels your walls tighten around his cock.
The two of you reach your respective peaks at the same time as he buries himself fully into your pussy. You hold his hand as he helps the two of you ride through your orgasms by doing a few more shallow thrusts.
When he finally pulls out, droplets of your combined fluids leak out of your stuffed hole and Riddle’s cock. Riddle presses a kiss to your head then looks at you with his sharp red eyes, “Let’s see Floyd touch you like that.
Cater Diamond 🎭:
Heartslabyul was hosting the dorm’s usual Unbirthday party soon! You were working on your History homework for Trein’s class when you heard a knock on the old door of Ramshackle.
You open the door, surprised to see Trey Clover smiling down at you with his hands in his pocket.
“Hey prefect! Are you busy? I need some help with the tarts for the Unbirthday Party but all the Heartslabyul guys are busy with other prep for the party.”
You immediately nod with a smile.
“Of course! There are tarts involved after all!” You joke as you grab your bag and follow Trey back to the Heartslabyul kitchen.
You two baked together for a couple hours. You and Trey were good friends and got along well, as to be expected since you’re Cater’s girlfriend. You never had trouble letting loose around Trey, which was evident now as you and him squirted leftover frosting at each other. Laughter filled the kitchen as Trey tackled you, tickling you as he stole your own frosting ‘gun’.
“Ahem.”
You both look up and meet the unamused eyes of Cater. His arms are crossed.
“Trey! You’re such a Treytor! If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re stealing my girlfriend!” He jokes with a classic Cater laugh. You help Trey up, the two of you still laughing.
“Not my fault your girlfriend is good company.” Trey jokes right back, clearly with no ill will towards him. Cater smiles as he wraps an arm around your waist.
The rest of the night went smoothly. The Unbirthday Party was a success, and Cater invited you to spend the night in his dorm since it was so late.
Not even five minutes later though, you are being brutally pounded into his mattress as you hang onto his ponytail for dear life. You continue to moan as he thrusts into you deeply while biting all around your body.
“mmm, he was right about one thing. You sure are good company, baby.” Cater bites into your neck, sucking gently until he’s content with the bruised love bite on your skin. He reaches down and starts to play with your clit, smirking as you moan out his name.
Cater continues to tease you as he thrusts in and out of your aching pussy.
The two of you finish at the same time. Cater continues to thrust softly, forcing his cum back into your pussy. He presses kisses to your body as he pulls out.
“So pretty, baby..” Cater pulls out slowly, chuckling at the combined mess of you and him.
“Good company, indeed.”
Trey Clover 🍀:
Ever since you and Trey met, you have been infatuated with each other. Now you two had been together for about a year. You had done everything together from dealing with Overblots to learning how to make strawberry tarts.
You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person by any means. You knew your boyfriend was a complete package, but you had never felt threatened until you saw him at some baking class with a friend of his.
You stopped by the small bakery where the class was taking place, and you can’t help the jealously that fills you as you watch your boyfriend’s bicep be caressed by his friend.
When the lesson is over, Trey walks over to you with a smile.
“Hey baby! I didn’t know you were coming! Our date isn’t til seven pm, but I would love to take you out to lunch as well!” Trey smiles down at you as he grabs your hand, intertwining it with his. You tap your chin innocently.
“Actually, I came to grab you because there’s something urgent back at Ramshackle!”
Trey’s eyes widen in response.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is Grim okay?”
“Yeah yeah, he’s fine. Probably eating tuna, anyway! Will you come with me?” You ask with a smile. He immediately nods.
That is how your boyfriend ended up in your bedroom with you riding him into oblivion.
Trey groans as he watches you bounce up and down on his cock. You continue your rhythmic bounces as you lean down and capture his lips into a messy kiss. As you two kiss and you continue your movements, your hands wander around his sturdy body, specifically his biceps.
You squeeze them as you continue to ride your boyfriend roughly. Trey’s hands start to wander around your own body until they drop at your hips and help guide your bounces. You sink yourself onto his cock until it is fully engulfed, He groans as he can’t keep himself from coming. He continues to guide your hips, helping you ride him through his orgasm.
After you both have slowed down, he chuckles and looks up at you.
“So what exactly brought that on? Not that I mind.”
You grin down at him with a smile as you pull yourself off his cock.
“Let’s just say I have a newfound appreciation for your biceps. I also just wanted to remind my sexy boyfriend who makes him feel good.”
You wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking it until it gets hard again. He smirks up at you.
“Yeah? Guess I’ll have to remind you next.”
Ace Trappola ♥️:
“Come on baby, can’t we- Oh sevens…Fuck yeah, just like that babe.. can’t we talk about this?” Your boyfriend groans and babbles from beneath you.
You are currently bouncing on Ace’s cock, the only thing on your mind is making him come repeatedly.
How did you two end up in this current situation you may ask?
It all started when you and Ace went into town after class. You had wanted to go shopping, and who better to accompany you than your lovely boyfriend?
What you didn’t expect though was for some girl to be all up against your boyfriend. It was clear to you that she was just trying to do her job and be pushy so the two of you would buy stuff. However, your boyfriend, the playboy, followed her every word and move.
You end up buying a random pair of sunglasses to appease the employee, and drag your boyfriend out of the shop. Ace complains the entire way back to Ramshackle, whining about how he wanted to stay out longer.
The second you two get back to Ramshackle, you make sure Grim isn’t there, then tackle Ace onto your bed. You capture his lips with your own, messily making out with him as he guides your hips to grind down against his growing bulge.
Ace starts to let his hands wander over your body, groping any curve he can. You break the kiss, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling out his cock. Ace groans as you stroke his cock until it hardens in your hand.
You sink down on his cock and thus began your brutal riding on your boyfriend’s dick.
While you bounce on Ace’s cock, you wait patiently until he groans out,
“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum..” You smile down at him as you hear this, only to pull off his cock immediately. His cock twitches, but he doesn’t come. Ace looks at you with disbelief.
“What was that for????” You giggle and shrug.
“Clearly you don’t know who makes you feel good, baby. If you want to come, you’ll have to do it yourself, or maybe you can rely on some other girl?” Ace’s head lands on your pillow as he groans in response to you lightly stroking his cock.
“Oh sevens… You’re torturing me… fine fine, it’s you! There, happy?” You smile at your boyfriend’s declaration and reward him by sliding back onto his cock.
“Ecstatic.”
Deuce Spade ♠️:
It was officially spring break! You sprinted out of Crewel’s classroom after completing your Potionology exam, eager to finally kick back with your boyfriend and friends. After putting your books back at Ramshackle, you meet with Deuce and Ace in the cafeteria.
The two of them were arguing, most likely about something stupid, but when you arrive, he completely disregards Ace and smiles up at you.
You sit beside your boyfriend, pecking him on the lips. Ace groans from across the table.
“Aww cmon, do you two really have to rub it in my face like that?” Ace rolls his eyes and chugs his water. You chuckle as Deuce smirks at Ace.
“Not my problem you don’t have any game.” Deuce replies with a laugh as he kisses your cheek. After finishing your meal, you intertwine your hand with Deuce’s.
“Wanna go back to Ramshackle with me, baby?” You squeeze his hand and eye him seductively, which doesnt escape past Ace. He grins from his side of the table.
“Yo, can I come too? Trust me y/n, I can rock your world.” Ace teases as he winks at you.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen Deuce look so pissed. He stares at Ace with slanted eyes.
“Yeah right, man. Maybe in your dreams. Have fun with your hand tonight.” Deuce replies with a snort as he squeezes your hand and you two exit the cafeteria and head to Ramshackle.
The whole way to Ramshackle, you two continue your usual banter and flirty behavior, but the second you two get there, Deuce acts somewhat…strange. Not that you were complaining, since his irregular behavior was dragging you up to your bedroom.
Your boyfriend suddenly pins you to the bed, you gasp in surprise as he grins down at you. As he drinks in your blushed faced reaction, he leans down and presses your lips to his. Deuce moves his hands along your body, stopping at your chest as he fondles your clothed breasts. You moan into the kiss as he squeezes and caresses you.
You break the kiss after a moment, looking up at him as you both pant.
“W-What brought this on?” You question with a giggle. Deuce starts to fumble with the waistband of your pants.
“…Need to remind you who makes you feel good, baby.. not anyone else… just me.”
“…Is this about Ace, love? Because trust me, he’s just acting like that to get a rise out of you.”
Deuce pulls your pants and underwear down, sliding two fingers over your dripping heat. You clamp your eyes shut as he slides those two fingers in. Deuce doesn’t respond to your earlier statement, instead he starts thrusting in and out of your pussy with his fingers.
As his fingers continues their assault on your pussy, Deuce attaches his lips to your neck. He begins to suck dark love bites into your skin, nipping harshly at your soft flesh.
“Don’t put too many! I don’t have much concealer left to hide them!” You whine as you run your hands through his hair. As he feels your walls tightening around his fingers, he pulls them out.
“Then don’t worry about hiding them. Just let everyone see. Let them see who makes you feel good.” He mutters as he pulls down his pants and briefs, revealing his erection.
Deuce pushes into you slowly, watching your face as your hole swallows him whole. When he has fully bottomed out inside of you, he starts to move at a rhythmic pace. As Deuce continues to chase his high, his thrusts become more messy. He reaches down and presses his thumb to your clit, pushing you towards your own climax.
He groans as he feels you clamp down around him.
“Come for me, baby.”
The two of you reach your peak at the same time, and Deuce pulls out slowly. He smirks at the combined mess of your juices.
“Let’s see Ace do that.” He laughs as he helps you clean up.
Savanaclaw
Leona Kingscholar 🦁:
Even though your boyfriend was a housewarden, you somehow had a busier schedule than him. Realistically, this is because he skips half his obligations to nap, but the notion still stands.
Currently, you were hanging out with Malleus in Diasomnia. He invited you to discuss the gargoyles around Night Raven since you expressed interest. You both flipped through history books, but it was mainly Malleus telling you the history of each statue while you listened.
You ended up losing track of time, resulting in a long chain of messages from Leona.
Leona 🦁♥️: hey princess, we still on for dinner? (3:21 p.m.)
Leona 🦁♥️: doll? u there? (4:54 p.m.)
Leona 🦁♥️: where r u? (6:37 p.m.)
You immediately text him back.
y/n ❤️: hi hi sorry love, i’m at Malleus’, ill be there in a few. sorry again ml 🩷 (6:59 p.m.)
You put your phone away, not expecting a message back immediately, but the second you put your phone away, you hear a beep.
Leona 🦁♥️: stay there, im coming. (6:59 p.m.)
Even though you were confused, you put your phone away and continued studying with Malleus until Leona storms in not even 5 minutes later. He immediately walks over to you and Malleus, then wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.
Malleus looks up from the table and meets Leona’s eyes.
“Kingscholar.” He greets politely with a smile and deep chuckle.
“Lizard.” Leona greets back with a smirk.
“I appreciate your girlfriend very much. She has a great eye for historical pieces. She is quite something isn’t she?” Malleus insists, giving Leona a smirk right back.
Leona yawns, “Yeah she is. Even better in bed, but I guess you wouldn’t know.” You turn bright red as you spin around and look up at your boyfriend in shock. He chuckles at your expression and waves dismissively at Malleus.
“We got plans tonight.” Leona intertwines your hand with his own as he smirks at Malleus before leaving Diasomnia. The second you two leave, you scold Leona the whole way back.
“Leona! You can’t just say something so vulgar in front of Malleus!” Leona rolls his eyes with a smirk.
“You’re so uptight herbivore. Guess the lizard really does rub off on ya. Seems to me like you need a good fuck to loosen up.” You turn bright red again as Leona laughs.
That’s exactly how you ended up getting your poor pussy pounded into. Leona roughly thrusted inside of you as he bites all around your body. You whine as he sucks a particularly dark hickey on the base of your neck.
“Leona! I… slow down!! I can’t hide that!” You moan out as he picks up the pace even more. Leona reaches down and flicks your clit,
“Good. Now Draconia will know to stay the hell away from my girl. That’s what you are baby.. you know that right? My girl..” He nuzzles his face against you as he continues to rut into you. Leona groans as you clench around his cock.
“Someone likes that..” Leona growls with a groan. He continues to thrust into you until you both reach your peaks. After you finish, he pulls out slowly, but sticks his finger back inside, attempting to shove his cum further inside your hole.
“Best way to show everyone you’re mine is giving you my cub.” He explains with a smirk.
Ruggie Bucchi 🍩:
Your beloved boyfriend is honestly one of the busiest people ever. Between his ‘vice housewarden’ duties and random side hustles to make money, he rarely has free time. However, he always makes sure that any free time he does have is given to your relationship.
Or at least, this was the case for awhile. Your one year anniversary is coming up, and while you weren’t expecting anything extravagant from Ruggie, you two hadn’t even hung out alone for a month. It wasn’t like Ruggie was actively avoiding you, he was just extremely busy.
You decide to stop by the little shop in town that Ruggie works part-time at, in hopes that you can see him.
See him you do. In fact, you see him with his coworker friend, the two of them checking out the ring section of the shop. You stare at them in disbelief, Ruggie just stands there as she points out different rings. You storm over and grab Ruggie’s hand.
He immediately freaks out when he sees you.
“Y/n?? What the hell are you doing here? I’m in the middle of my shift-“ Ignoring your boyfriend’s question, you smile at his coworker.
“Hi! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m y/n, Ruggie’s girlfriend. Of a year.” You’re pretty much beaming way too much for it to be realistic, but the girl smiles back at you.
“I’ve heard all about you! Lovely to meet you, y/n! You have quite the catch here with Ruggie, although he does as well!” You laugh as you intertwine your hand with Ruggie’s. You turn away from her to speak to Ruggie.
“What time do you get off?”
“Doll, I don’t get off til like 8 pm, do you need something? You never stop at my work, not that I’m complaining shehehehe.” Ruggie chuckles as he squeezes your hand and lets go, heading back to the register.
“Can’t a girl just visit her boyfriend?” You tease as you smile at him. He chuckles as he grabs a box of supplies to unload.
“How about we hang out tonight in Savanaclaw? I can pick you up from Ramshackle around nine, I have plans with Raina after our shift then I can come.” You desperately fight the urge to sigh. Why in the world is he spending so much time with this girl? First looking at rings together and being all touchy, and now plans after work.
“…Yeah that’s fine. Just come to Ramshackle, we can chill there.” You mumble as you nod politely to Raina and walk out of the store.
Later that night, you’re lounging around Ramshackle desperately trying to stop yourself from thinking of the worst case scenario. Finally, Ruggie knocks on your door. You open it with the best smile you can manage.
“Hey doll, ready to go to Savanaclaw?” He grins at you as he holds out an arm for you. You stare at him.
“Can’t we just stay here?” You cross your arms, he can tell something is off. His ears flatten.
“…Are you okay? What’s up?”
“I’m fine. I’m actually not feeling up to hanging out… why don’t you go hang out with Raina?” You mumble as you start to shut the door. Ruggie slides his foot through the door.
“Why in the world would I want to spend time with anyone but you, doll?” You shrug as he opens the door back up. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
“Are you sure you want to be here? You didn’t have to leave your hangout with Raina to be here.”
“What? I only was hanging with her because- actually it doesn’t matter. What does matter is I think you’re a little jealous, baby~ shehhehehehehehe.” Ruggie wraps his arms around you with a laugh. You turn bright red.
“I am not! I just don’t like it when my man is spending his free time with another girl, specifically checking out rings.” You pout as you wrap your arms around him in return.
“Yeah? Well maybe you need to remind me who I belong to, shehehehe.”
Obviously, you obliged! After Ruggie said that, you crashed your lips into his. You both start to wander around each other’s bodies with your respective hands. You press Ruggie up against the Ramshackle bookshelf, desperately grinding against his growing bulge. In return, he moves you both against the kitchen fridge, both of you still groping each other.
You two stumble up the stairs to your bedroom, nearly knocking over paintings hanging from the wall. You pin Ruggie to your bed, and start to pull off his trousers, followed by your own skirt.
After not touching your boyfriend for about a month, it was safe to say you both were horny. You immediately slid down onto his cock then started bouncing. He groans as you ride the absolute shit out of him.
The two of you arrive at your peaks at the same time, after you pull off of him, the two of you lay together in his bed.
“Let’s see someone else do that.” You cuddle close to him. Ruggie chuckles. You look up.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well I’m not complaining about you riding the shit out of me, but all that was happening, was for you baby. That ring browsing? It’s for your one year anniversary gift, and the hang out with Raina? All about making you a nice dinner. Why do you think I picked up all those extra shifts, doll? Rings ain’t cheap, Sheheheheheheh!”
Jack Howl 🐺:
You like to consider yourself Jack’s personal cheerleader. He’s extremely active with both his personal training and his track and field meets. You understand how much his hard work and passion means to him, so as your girlfriend, you are always trying to hype him up!
Currently, you were at the Night Raven College Track and Field meets. Jack and Deuce were both on schedule to run today, so you were sitting in the stands with Ace and Epel. Deuce ends up running before Jack, so the three of you cheer loudly for him.
When it’s finally Jack’s turn, he looks up at you in the stands and smiles before preparing to start. You can’t help the smile that forms across your face as you watch your boyfriend intently. Ace chuckles from beside you.
“Thirsty much?” He teases. You elbow him, not looking away from Jack as he sprints around the track. When he finishes his sprint event, you cheer loudly. His hands are on his knees as he pants, but as if he can feel your praise, he looks up at the crowd and smiles at you.
After the meet is finished, the three of you in the stands go outside the locker rooms to meet Deuce and Jack. You immediately hug Jack when he walks out of the locker room. Ace makes a mocking kissy face when you stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to Jack’s cheek.
“You know Jack, you sure do have a lot of stamina. Y/n, is it like that in the bedroom too?” Ace laughs as he puts a hand on your shoulder. Jack stares at him and intertwines your hand with his. You roll your eyes at Ace, then squeeze Jack’s hand.
“Not like it’s any of your business, Trappola!” You tease right back. Jack grins down at you. However, Ace did not know when to back down.
“Well if you ever need a few good rounds, you know where to find me~” Ace teases as he laughs. Deuce slaps him upside the head lightly, but Jack looks absolutely pissed. He doesn’t say anything the rest of the way back to Ramshackle.
All five of you hang out at Ramshackle for awhile. You are curled up in Jack’s arms as you all play cards along with Grim. Ace and Deuce end up leaving first because they have to help paint the roses. Epel ends up leaving a while later so Vil doesn’t get upset he missed curfew.
You smile up at your boyfriend.
“Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t you go back to Savanaclaw before Leona throws a fit?” You ask as you wrap your arms around Jack. He chuckles as he wraps his arm around you in return.
“Leona barely pays attention to who leaves and enters. Usually he tells Ruggie to do it, but he’s at Sam’s since he picked up a shift.” Jack shifts around a bit until you’re seated in his lap.
“So I’ve got time if you do..” He says with a grin. You giggle as you wrap your legs around him.
“What brought on this sudden development, hmmm?” You poke his chest. Jack smiles up at you but doesn’t say anything. He looks down at your lips then back up at you.
“May I?” He requests permission to kiss you. The second you nod your head, he immediately crashes his lips into yours. Jack’s tongue wrestles against yours as he starts to hesitantly run his hands along your body, feeling you up. You immediately take hold of his hands and guide them to your hips, letting him know it’s okay to touch.
He starts to slowly move your hips for you, carefully helping you grind against him. You feel his cock start to harden beneath you, and you moan into the kiss in response. Jack suddenly lifts you up as if you weigh nothing. He continues to have you straddled around his lap, but he carries you to your bedroom.
The second you two are in there, he lays you down on your bed gently. After that, he quickly reattaches his lips to yours. You grab his hand and guide it down to your clothed cunt which is currently aching for friction. He rubs through your pants for a moment, then sticks his hand down your pants and past your underwear.
He slowly inserts two fingers into you, as he pulls away from the kiss in order to start pressing kisses down your neck.
“Always so good for me, baby..” He whispers gruffly near your ear. You reach down to palm his cock through his pants. Jack lets out a groan as you continue to stroke him through the cloth. He quickly pulls out the two fingers from within your cunt.
Jack pulls down his pants and boxers as rapidly as possible. He looks up at you after alining his cock with your pussy.
“Are you ready?” You immediately nod and Jack slowly pushes in, careful to make sure you aren’t in pain. After he fully bottomed out inside of you, he captures your lips into another kiss. Jack begins to thrust slowly along with reaching down to mess with your clit.
He continues his rhythmic pace until he’s thrusting messily into you. Jack simply cannot control himself as he’s groaning about how good you squeeze him.
“J-Jack.. needa cum..” You moan out. Jack immediately nods as he feels you clap down around him.
“Come with me then, baby..” The two of you let out mutual moans and groans as you reach your peak. Jack continues to thrust lightly in order to help you through your orgasm. When you both are finished from the aftershock, you expect him to pull out, only to be shocked when he looks up at you and asks if you’re ready for round 2.
“Well I have to prove I have better stamina than Ace, don’t I?” Jack grins as he starts to harden again inside of you.
Octavinelle
Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:
Who knew that being the only girl at Night Raven College and working at the busiest ‘business’ on campus was a bad mix? Clearly not you as you often volunteered to work for your boyfriend’s establishment: The Mostro Lounge.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to deal with wanton flirting and baseless compliments. You usually just brushed them off causally. Azul was never worried about it either. You had assured him multiple times that you never even had eyes for anyone else at NRC than him, so there was no reason for him to worry.
While this comforted him when it occurred with NRC students, nothing could prepare him for what happened during a random Tuesday.
NRC and RSA had planned a full out event for both their students. There was no reason to host the event, it was simply because both Headmages wanted to familiarize their students with each other. Mostro Lounge was extremely packed with both NRC and RSA students alike. All employees, including you, were working your asses off.
You were taking care of a table with a certain red-haired prince. Obviously, you had no idea that that boy was a prince, but he clearly had an eye for you as he kept happily being his bubbly self while flirting with you.
“What are you doing after your shift?? I wanted to check out the town, and I would absolutely love to have a pretty girl like you accompany me!” The boy exclaims with a grin.
“I don’t really know the town super well. Would you like me to grab you a brochure?” You offer politely with a polished smile. The boy’s smile remains on his face.
“Well then we can figure it out together! Y/N, right?” He motions to your name tag.
“That’s a beautiful name! I’m Rielle-“ Before Rielle can finish, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, immediately greeted by your boyfriend’s handsome face. You smile at him and he has a small, calculated smile on his own face as he looks from you to Rielle.
“Pearl, isn’t your break starting now? I can take care of your tables.” Azul smiles at you. What you didn’t expect was for Rielle to beam at Azul.
“Azul! I didn’t realize you worked here! It’s great to see you! Y/N is a great server too!” Azul’s smile turns into that business calculated one again.
“Trust me. I know how good my girlfriend is at her job.”
“She’s your girlfriend! That’s great, Azul! She’s a great catch!” Rielle smiles at you. Azul looks back at you.
“Why don’t you head back to my office, Pearl? I just got a new shipment in I need help with.”
You immediately nod and smile back at the table politely before walking back to his office. You scan the room for this supposed shipment, only to find none. You turn around as the door opens behind you. Azul walks in with a smile as he shuts the door behind him.
Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Where’s the shipment at, hm?” You whisper with a teasing grin. Azul smiles down at you.
“There is no shipment, Pearl. I just don’t like seeing some customer ogling my girl.” He leans down, pressing his face into your neck. You giggle as he presses small kisses on you.
Azul looks up from your neck after a moment. You pull him into a kiss immediately. He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth, wrestling with yours. Azul moves his hands down to your hips, carefully pressing them up against his own. You start to grind against him, he pulls away from the kiss with a groan.
You giggle as he continues to guide your hips. Azul crashes his lips back into yours and starts guiding you both back towards his desk. He breaks the kiss again and swipes all the paperwork off his desk, then lifts you up onto it. You lean forward, pulling him back into a kiss. As it deepens, you run your hands along his body, him mirroring you.
You slide your hand down Azul’s pants, palming his erection through his boxers. He looks up at you, blue eyes lust-filled behind his glasses. Azul lifts you from the desk. You gasp in shock as he bends you over it instead.
He hums in response to your gasp as he slides his hand down your pants. He runs a finger through your slick heat and chuckles at how wet you are. He pulls down his pants from behind you.
Azul strokes his cock before lining it up with your entrance.
“Ready, Pearl?” You immediately nod desperately. Azul chuckles.
“My.. so eager…” Without further ado, he pushes into your tight pussy. Azul groans as he bottoms out inside of you. He lets you adjust to his length before slowly moving. Holding onto your hips gently, he thrusts into you repeatedly. You moan as you press your cheek into the cool wood of Azul’s desk. Azul reaches his hand down to fondle your clit.
Your walls clamp down around Azul as a sign you are nearing your peak, and he chases his own.
The two of you reach your climaxes at the same time, Azul groaning as he fills your cunt with his seed. He leans forward, kissing your head as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, trying to ride you through both your orgasms.
“Beautiful as always for me, baby…ugh, that Rielle thinking I don’t know how lucky I am to have you..” He mutters as he presses kisses to your skin. Azul pulls out slowly, sticking a finger back inside your dripping hole so his cum stays inside.
“Well… I suppose I should get back to work..” You say with a sigh as you adjust your hair and outfit. Azul smiles as he starts to grab the paperwork from off the floor.
“I would offer to take your shift, my pearl, but there’s something so alluring about you going out there to Rielle with your pussy stuffed full of my sperm.” Azul grins as you roll your eyes playfully.
Floyd Leech 🦐:
Ever since you started dating your beloved boyfriend, it seemed like you could never hang out with your friends alone. Of course you loved spending time with Floyd, but he was just a bit too much in the eyes of Ace and Deuce. He would constantly threaten to squeeze them and he would always look at them with those wide, crazy eyes.
You thought they had finally all warmed up to each other after your whole friend group went to Ramshackle for a game night and everyone seemed happy. You fell asleep that night, happy that they all got along now. But you were so wrong.
Since you helped Riddle during his Overblot, Heartslabyul was extremely grateful for you. Therefore, an invitation was always extended to you for Unbirthday parties. You were at the Mostro Lounge while Floyd worked.
Walking over to the bar where he was pouring drinks, you pecked him on the cheek and started heading out.
“Shrimpyyyyy, where are you going?” He whines as he pouts, watching you leave. You turn around.
“I told you Floyd! I got invited to the Heartslabyul Unbirthday party. I’ll see you later okay, baby?” Floyd pouts even more, hurrying from around the bar to wrap his arms around you.
“Cmonnn Shrimpyyyy, just stay here with meeeee!” Floyd squeezes you. You laugh as you peck your boyfriend on the lips as he continues to pout.
“I’ll come back later okay?”
“How about I go with you Shrimpyyy~” He starts to drag you out of the Lounge.
“Floyd you can’t go, you don’t have an invitation!” You are quickly interrupted by Azul.
“Y/N, please take Floyd with you. I can speak with Riddle, housewarden to housewarden. But Floyd is practically terrorizing the customers!” Azul exclaims. You smile at Azul.
“Ok ok, I’ll take him! Just this once though. I don’t think plus ones get to bring a plus one.”
That is how you and Floyd ended up in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce staring daggers at him as he practically clings to you.
“You know y/n, your invitation here kinda doesn’t include an eel.” Ace says dryly as he munches on a tart while eyeing you two. Floyd looks at him with a frown. You grab Floyd’s arm as he starts to get up.
“He didn’t mean it. Everything is fine okay guys? Floyd means no harm.” Ace scoffs in response to this.
“I don’t understand why you would even be dating him y/n.” Ace says with a roll of his eyes. Floyd stands straight up.
“Do you want to get squeezed Crabby?” Floyd challenged with scary wide eyes. Ace scoffs.
“As if I’m scared of you. I just mean she would be more happy with someone else… someone like me. Someone who ravages her, but in a normal way, Leech.” Ace leans back with a laugh. You’ve never seen Floyd look so pissed. He lunges across the table. You scream as Ace nearly falls out of his seat and Deuce stands up immediately.
“FLOYD! STOP!” You yell as he tackles Ace.
“i’m going to squeeze you to a pulp, Crabby.” Floyd mutters in a scary ass tone. You run around the table and grab onto Floyd’s arm. You try to pull him off Ace, but he stops on his own once he feels you grasping his arm.
Floyd gets off of Ace, his frown still on his face.
“Cmon Shrimpy..” He mutters to you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you both to the exit. You scold Floyd the entire way back to Octavinelle, he doesn’t say anything, just keeps that silent pissed off face on, which is honestly more scary than him being loud.
He stops in front of his dorm room which he shares with Jade. You shut the door behind you as he stands in the middle of the room.
“…Jade doesn’t get off his shift til 10..” Floyd mutters as he turns around to face you. You turn around to question why that’s relevant, but before you can, Floyd crashes his lips into yours. He quickly slides his tongue into your mouth, dominating your own tongue. He starts to run his hands along your chest, slowly rubbing them.
The two of you stumble as you continue to kiss passionately. You finally find your way to his bed, and he pushes you down onto it before climbing back onto you. Floyd pins you to the bed as he starts to hump over your clothed cunt. He breaks the kiss as he starts to bite down your neck. Floyd nibbles at your skin, giggling about how much you really do look like a shrimpy now since you’re all flushed out from pleasure.
As Floyd starts to attack your upper chest with bites, his hand slides down under your pants. He bites particularly hard as he slips two fingers into you. You moan out as your body writhes against the bed. Floyd lifts his head off your neck and chuckles.
“Like being ravished, huh Shrimpy?” He slides another finger into you, enjoying the absolute bliss that fills your face. Floyd starts to rub your clit with his thumb along with thrusting his fingers in and out. He feels you clench around them as he hits your sweet spot.
“Now Now, Shrimpy, I gotta ravish you the right way.” He chuckles as he pulls all his fingers out, taking the friction from you. You whine out as you try to hump the bed in order to chase your peak. Floyd stills your hips with one hand as he pulls down his pants and briefs with the other.
He quickly lines his erection up with your dripping entrance and pushes in. He groans as your pussy grips him like a vice. Floyd cannot help but start to messily thrust in and out of you, desperately chasing his orgasm. He brings you back into a sloppy kiss as he hammers into you.
Floyd begins to near his own climax, so he fondles your clit rapidly in time with his thrusts. You both arrive at your peaks at the same time, Floyd groaning as he floods your walls with his cum. He pulls out with a chuckle, checking out the small dribbles of fluid coming out of you. Floyd’s eyes trail from your messy pussy to your red, fucked out face.
“Ravished indeed, Shrimpy~”
Jade Leech 🍄:
The moment you and Jade had met, he had tried to get you to join the Mountain Lovers club. When you both started dating, he gave you a personal invitation to the club. He considered this club to be his own private sanctuary, so in his mind, inviting you was like inviting you into the deepest depths of his soul.
What he did not account for was the fact you were not a nature person. You gave him your gratitude, but declined. Jade voiced his concerns about whether or not youll be joining a club at all. You smile, and he genuinely was not expecting the next thing that came out of your mouth.
“I have a club! I’m joining the Magishift team. Well technically I’m just the manager, but it’s still a part of the club!” You explained with pure delight in your voice. Jade smiles and doesn’t think twice about your decision.
That is until three weeks later. Jade hadn’t seen you since that conversation except during lunch. It seemed you were always either at Savannaclaw for team meetings or on the field. When you weren’t on working, you always seemed to be hanging out with Leona, Ruggie, or Epel.
Jade honestly begins to miss you, so he starts to hang out around the outskirts of the field in hopes of seeing you. If ever questioned, he calmly explains that he is either taking a stroll or collecting mushrooms by the bleachers. Jade can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches you and the boys goof off together after practice.
During the next Magishift game, you proudly present a front row seat for Jade. You explain how Leona had given you the extra tickets as a token of his gratitude (He’s just happy he has to do less work). Jade would usually never even consider going to these games, but he immediately agrees with a smile.
Jade watches you intently during the game, analyzing the way you write down on your clipboard and yell to cheer on for your club mates. For a second, he’s genuinely happy that you found a club that brings you joy and fits in with the fact you cannot perform magic.
This is all quickly taken away as Leona sits down on the bench beside you with a huff, clearly worn out from his game performance. You hand him a towel with a smile. He takes it without a word, but instead a silent nod. After rubbing the towel along his face and slicking back his messy ponytail, he looks back over at you with a smirk.
“You look more exhausted than me, herbivore. If you’re gonna work this hard, you may as well stick around Savanaclaw more. I can find much better ways to keep you busy.”
Before you can even respond, a small ‘ahem’ can be heard from behind you both. Leona smiles smugly at Jade as Jade smiles back with a more calculated smile.
“I do hope Kingscholar hasn’t mistaken your kindness for an invitation, my dear.” Jade looks back at you with a small smile. Leona scoffs, but you instruct him to go back onto the field. You look back at Jade with a smile.
“After this match, Magishift is off for a week. Want to maybe have dinner at the Lounge?” You ask, putting down the clipboard. Jade nods with a slight smile.
“That sounds lovely, however I would prefer we have dinner tonight to celebrate your time off your manager job. Shall I see you there after the game?” Jade offers as he rises from his seat. You immediately nod, agreeing to be there after the game.
When the match was over, you congratulated the boys on their win. They enthusiastically invited you to an after-match celebration but you declined in order to meet Jade at the Lounge.
You step into the Lounge, scanning the room for your boyfriend, only to not find him. You go over to the bar after seeing Floyd.
“Hey Floyd, where’s Jade at? He said we could have dinner here tonight.”
“Awwwww Shrimpyyyy, nice to see yaaaa, he isn’t here, he’s back in the dorm!” Floyd tells you in his usual silly tone. You found it kind of weird that Jade would be in his dorm room if he had told you the two of you would be having dinner. You figured he may have forgotten something there, so you headed towards the Octavinelle dorm rooms.
You knock on the door and are immediately greeted by your boyfriend. Jade pulls you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you two. Before you can protest, he crashes his lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss, shocked by the suddenness.
Jade runs his hands up and down your body, before harshly gripping your hips, dragging the two of you towards his bed. He pushes you down on the bed after breaking the kiss. You look up at him from your spot on the bed as you breath heavily.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Jade stuffs his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to follow his instructions with a small smile. You look up at him with a confused expression.
“Wha-“
“Did I stutter, dear?” Jade looks at you with that sadistic smile. You immediately follow his request, positioning yourself so that your ass is facing him. You look behind you, trying to see what he’s doing, only to feel a harsh smack to your ass. You yelp as Jade chuckles.
“Did I tell you to look back?” He massaged the spot he had just whacked before rubbing you softly between your thighs. Jade can feel the small patch of wetness soaking through your bottoms, and he chuckles.
“Already this turned on from just a little spanking and kissing?” He teases you as he continues to rub your clothed cunt. You whimper as he presses his finger.
“Jade… stop teasing and just fuck me!” You whine out. Jade tsks as he slaps your ass again.
“Hm.. seems you forgot who’s in charge here, dear. Although… it seems Kingscholar was correct about one thing. You desperately need to be kept busy. Just not by him.” Jade pulls down his pants and boxers. He begins to stroke his cock, smearing precum around it to lubricant it. Jade lets go as he carefully begins to remove your pants and underwear, but at the slowest, most torturous pace.
You whine in frustration as he teasingly snaps the waistband of your panties. Jade guides the tip of his cock to sit right over your weeping entrance. He barely adds any pressure, just slowly eases it in and out teasingly.
“Jade! Please? Just fuck me! I can’t take it anymore! Please baby-“ You are immediately cut off as he slides into you in one single thrust. You let out a loud moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Jade chuckles as your pussy grips his cock like a vice. He slowly starts to pull out, you expect him to slide right back in, but instead he pulls all the way out. You look back, only to meet his teasing grin.
Jade slides right back into you, smacking your ass at the same time. He starts to rhythmically thrust inside of you and wraps an arm around your body in order to roughly pinch your clit.
You moan about how badly you need to come. Jade hums in response, deciding that you’ve been good enough… for this round at least. He urges you to come with him, and the two of you reach your peaks at the same time. Jade slides out of you and begins adjusting your spent body into another position. He notices the confused look on your face and smiles.
“What? One round isn’t enough to keep you busy!”
Scarabia
Kalim Al-Asim 🦦:
Your beloved boyfriend is definitely not aware enough when people are flirting with him. Unless they are specifically offering to take Kalim home or something, he genuinely just thinks they are being nice.
After a specific occasion during one of Scarabia’s parties, you decide to remind your boyfriend who makes him feel good 💛
Kalim had been planning this specific party for a few weeks now. He had invited many acquaintances from town and nearly every dorm at NRC (to Jamil’s dismay). You were obviously the first person to get an invitation. Kalim had been practically vibrating with joy when he handed you the envelope.
During the party, you mainly hung out with Kalim, but whenever he would go off to find Jamil, you would hang out with Ace and Deuce. The two boys critiqued your relationship with Kalim. They usually did. Simply put, they liked Kalim’s energy, they just didn’t like how gullible he was and well.. Jamil. You continued to reassure them that you and Kalim’s relationship was never in jeopardy, when Ace snickers and turns you around to face the opposite side of the dorm.
Across the room, you watch as some girl practically drapes herself over your boyfriend, as he just cheerfully smiles at her. You immediately say bye to Ace and Deuce and start walking over there cautiously, trying to hear what’s being said.
“Sooo.. wanna get outta here? I heard you got a magic carpet…. what else are you hiding hmmm?” The girl giggles softly as she runs a hand down Kalim’s chest. Kalim smiles innocently.
“Why would we leave? This party has just about everything! If you need anything else, just ask Jamil! He can get you anything you want! I do have a magic carpet! You can borrow it sometime!”
You clear your throat as you approach the two of them. The second Kalim sees you, his face fills with joy.
“Hi baby! Enjoying the party?” Kalim enthusiastically asks as he wraps his arms around you. The girl looks stunned as she watches you and Kalim, then her face turns kind of pissed and she walks away without another word. You hug Kalim back, pecking his cheek.
“Yeah, I am. Are you having fun with whatever her name is?” Kalim looks at you, confused.
“Truth be told, I don’t even know her… I thought Jamil invited her so I was just being nice. She sure was nice too though!”
You try your best to hold back your sigh as you grab your clueless boyfriend’s hand and start to walk towards the hallway towards his dorm room.
“Are you alright missing the party for a few minutes, baby?” You ask Kalim as you continue to guide him. He nods happily, clearly just happy to be with you. You look both ways to make sure no one notices the two of you are gone before going straight into Kalim’s dorm, locking it behind you.
“…What’s up?” Kalim asks with a beam as he plops down on his bed, stretching out on it. You cross your arms as you walk towards the bed. Kalim sits back up, watching you with curiosity in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him slowly, before leaning in closely. Kalim lets out a small breath as he watches your lips inch closer to his. You smile at him as he starts to lean closer, desperate to kiss you. You step back for a second before pulling off your shirt.
You drop it down onto the floor, as Kalim stares at you, mouth agape. You step back over towards him before crawling your way into his lap until you’re straddling him. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes and a hung open mouth. Kalim shakily runs his hands along your bra-clad chest. You giggle at his cute mannerisms as you start to slowly grind on his lap. You feel a tent start to form in his pants as his breath hitches and he presses his face into your neck.
You run your hands through his hair, gently scratching his head as you continue to grind against him. He groans into your neck as he starts to press kisses against your skin. Kalim reaches his hands behind you, unclasping your bra after much difficulty. You giggle as he palms your breasts with a look of pure fascination.
Kalim abandons his grasp on your tits for a moment as he slips off his own shirt, allowing you to trace his henna (🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤) You begin to nibble on his skin as well while continuing your ministrations on his erection. He whimpers into your neck about how badly he needs to come and you quickly stop all movement.
He looks up at you with pure shock in his eyes. Kalim pouts as he desperately tries to buck his hips up into yours but you giggle and press a kiss to his lips before sliding completely off his lap. Kalim immediately gets up off the bed as well, clinging to you while humping any part of you he can reach.
“Cmon baby… please? What did I do?” He whines as he continues to buck his hips into your own still ones. You cup his cheeks with your hand.
“I was just being nice, Kalim.” You smile sweetly as he pouts.
“Y/n, please! I need you, need to make you feel good.. no one else makes me feel like you do baby~” He whines as he starts to palm himself through his pants. You smile as you watch for a second. However, you can’t keep your hands off your cute boyfriend, even if you’re trying to teach him a lesson.
“Just me, baby?” You question as you place one hand on his tented erection. Kalim nods desperately, bucking his hips up into your hand.
“Just you habibi… please fuck me, I need it, need you, so so bad. No one makes me feel like you do!” Kalim practically babbles as he continues to chase his own peak. You pull your hand away with a smile. Kalim pouts but it quickly vanishes as you crash your lips onto his. He immediately starts caressing every part of your body he can reach as if it will all vanish in a moment. You palm him through his trousers before quickly pulling them down, which he quickly mirrors with your own pants.
You pull away from the kiss, allowing Kalim to sit back down. You slowly sink down onto him as the two of you moan and groan. When he is fully sheathed inside of you, you start to gradually bounce on his cock. Kalim whimpers as he brings his hands to your hips to guide you.
The two of you lovebirds continually babble sweet nothings to each other as you both finally reach your climax. Kalim kisses you deeply as his cum floods your pussy. He helps you off his cock with a happy grin as he watches his fluids drip out of you. Both of you lay in his bed after cleaning up. Kalim clings to you as he plays with your hair.
“…I’m sorry if I was too rough… I just don’t like seeing desperate women fawn all over you like you aren’t my boyfriend..” You explain with a pout as you play with Kalim’s hair. To your surprise, Kalim smiles.
“There’s no one in the whole world I would choose over you, habibi.”
Jamil Viper 🐍:
Your boyfriend was having a very stressful week. Final exams were coming up, and Jamil basically had double the work to do in order for Kalim to pass as well. He was up every night until the crack of dawn, and was continuing to do his usual chores for Kalim.
You offered to help Jamil so he could focus on his own studying. He warns you how difficult it is to teach Kalim anything, but you insisted. You and Kalim met in the library and studied for a few hours until he was getting the hang of magic history dates.
Kalim gives you the biggest hug after he gets all his flashcards correct in a row.
“Thank you so much, y/n!!! It’s like I finally understand what Professor Trein was trying to say all semester! You’re the best!” Kalim beams at you and practically skips out of the library.
You tell Jamil about your feat, he smiles softly as he continues to cook. Jamil thanks you with a short thanks. He isn’t the most vocal, but you know it means a lot to him.
After exams are finished and the grades come back out, you are chilling in the cafeteria when Kalim comes dashing in with a huge grin on his face.
“Y/N, Y/NNNN!” He sprints over to your table.
“I GOT A B-!!!!!” Kalim wraps his arms around you in a big hug. Jamil approaches the table as he was following Kalim. He maintains his usual cool expression but you see his lips crack into a small smile as he nods at you in approval.
Kalim squeezes you as hard as he can as he continues to beam.
“You should just move right into Scarabia with me! You’re like the smartest person I know! I can have Jamil prepare the best room closest to mine! We can hang out all the time!” You smile awkwardly at Kalim, not entirely sure how to politely tell him you aren’t interested. Jamil stands behind Kalim with a stone-cold look on his face.
After Kalim and Jamil leave the cafeteria, you end up getting a text from Jamil.
Jamil ♥️: Kalim’s usually asleep by 10. Come to Scarabia, my room.
Confused, you immediately text back.
Y/N ♥️: Okay? Any particular reason? I thought you were studying for Crewel tonight.
Jamil texts back immediately.
Jamil ♥️: No. Just need to see you. I’ll be fine. I have a solid C. See you soon.
You put your phone away, still confused. He didn’t really give you a reason for going like he normally does. Jamil is usually very blunt when it comes to your guys relationship.
After finishing your own studying for the night, you go over to Scarabia. The usually active dorm is silent as most of its members are sleeping. You knock on Jamil’s door. He immediately opens it, looking down at you with a small smile.
“Come in.” He moves in order to give you space to come in. You smile and peck your boyfriend on the cheek as you enter, Jamil shuts the door behind you.
“So are we studying? I brought my books.” Jamil stares at you and laughs, genuinely and loudly chuckles.
“We are not studying tonight, my dear. In fact I would say you’ve had more than enough studying, especially during your time with Kalim.” Jamil slowly wraps his hands around your waist, that slow, calculated smile still on his face.
He slowly guides you back to his bed, pushing you down onto it as he starts to take his shirt off. You stare at him, bewildered.
“I was only tutoring Kalim for you!” You insist as he runs a hand through your hair before yanking it till you’re way closer to his face. Jamil looks down at your lips then scans your face, a possessive look marking his handsome features.
He leans down and immediately pulls you into a kiss. Jamil slams the both of you flat down on his bed as his tongue dominates yours quickly. You moan and gasp into the kiss as his fingers make quick work of your pants. He slowly begins to thrust his fingers inside of you, resulting in you clutching his soft hair desperately.
As he continues his assault on your pussy, you break the kiss and moan about how badly you need to come. Jamil smiles down at you as he starts to massage your swollen clit. The second he feels you clutch around his fingers, he immediately removes them all. He stands up with a smirk as you stare up at him with watery eyes.
Finally he speaks again.
“You smile too easily at him. Make him think he has all your attention.” Jamil softly lifts your chin with his finger, he smirks at you.
“Oh but how wrong he is… right habibi?” Jamil smirks devilishly at you. He runs both hands down your sides, and begins to lift your shirt. You immediately help, as you lift your shirt over your head along with your bra. You start to grab Jamil’s hands so you can place them over your breasts, but he quickly moves them away with a smirk and a click of his tongue.
“Do you really need me habibi? Since you seem to have the attention of others, I’m sure they would be of assistance.” Jamil backs up to the corner of the room with a smug grin on his face.
You pout and start to trail your own fingers down towards your pussy. Jamil smiles but shakes his head.
“As beautiful as you look pleasuring yourself, there will be none of that tonight. Now answer me.”
“Jamil, there’s no one else!” You whimper as you start to beg him to touch you again. Jamil hums.
“Say it again. Beg this time.”
“Jamil please!! I need you so so so bad. Need you to touch me. Just you, no one else.” Your response is clearly the one Jamil wanted as he smirks and walks back over towards you while unbuckling his pants. As he lays himself back over you, he pecks your neck and whispers in your ear as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
“Good answer habibi.” He immediately slides in after muttering that into you. You gasp as his cock penetrates you.
He quickly bottoms out inside of you before starting a fast paced rhythm thrusting into you. Jamil presses soft kisses to your neck in contrast to his harsh thrusts.
“Always take my cock so well… like you were made for me…” Jamil groans as he continues to hammer into your sweet spot.
You continue to moan as he brings you both closer to your climaxes. When you finally announce your need to come, he smiles and stops for second.
“One final thing…. who makes you feel the best?”
“YOU, Jamil! You You You!” You whine. The second you answer, he thrusts harshly into you, resulting in the two of you reaching your peaks. He allows you some time to come down from your own orgasm before helping you clean up.
Jamil presses small kisses all over your face and whispers into your ear how well you did. Before you both fall asleep, he says one last thing.
“No more private study sessions with Kalim. I’ll join too.”
Pomefiore
Vil Schoenheit 🪞:
Vil invited you to join him for a charity gala since the two of you had been dating for some time. You always made Vil feel more at ease, especially during public events. What you two didn’t expect was for Neige to be at the same exact event.
Prior to seeing Neige, Vil was entirely in his element. His makeup was flawless, his suit was the pinnacle of fashion, and the aura around him was undeniable. Your boyfriend looked incredible.
Then Neige stumbled back towards Vil’s dressing room even though his was on the complete opposite side of the stage. He trips over a stray stage cable, and you catch him quickly, trying to help keep him steady.
He looks up with wide, sparkly eyes, a flush on his cheeks, and a breathless laugh.
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much! You’re so quick! Wow, your hands are really warm…”
Neige doesn’t mean to flirt, but he leans in close, definitely invading your personal space with pure awe and friendliness. He notices a stray smudge of dust on your cheek.
“Oh! Hold still! You have a little spot right here.” He gently brushes it off with his thumb, smiling like a disney prince.
“There! Much better! Now all can see your beautiful face! You’re working so hard tonight, it’s really inspiring!”
You are completely flustered by the sheer, unfiltered idol- energy radiating from Neige. You offer a polite, slightly embarrassed smile before helping him back to his feet.
Vil watches this from across the room. To anyone else, he looks statuesque and calm. But internally, he is furious. Seeing Neige touch you, and seeing you smile back strikes a lethal blow to Vil’s pride.
He sweeps across the room like a dark, elegant storm. The clicking of his heels is sharp and menacing. Vil inserts himself flawlessly between Neige and you. His voice is a purr of poison.
“Neige. Lovely to see you. I see you’ve met my beloved y/n? We were just about to head back to my dressing room. I believe yours was on the opposite side of the pavilion? Do try not to clutter up the workspace with.. aimless wandering.”
Neige just blinks, completely missing the malice.
“Oh, hi Vil! Your suit is so wonderful! Okay I’ll go back! Bye!” Neige waves cheerfully at you and trots away.
The second Neige is out of sight, Vil drags you to his private dressing room, locking the door behind him. He takes out a silk handkerchief and aggressively wipes the exact spot on your cheek that Neige touched.
“Disgusting. He probably has makeup residue all over his hands.” Vil mutters as he grabs your hand and brings you over to his vanity. He gently applies some high end powder onto your face. When he puts the compact back down, you figure that’s the end of it as you begin to walk away. However, Vil quickly pins you to the vanity.
“Tell me… Did you find him charming? Is that the kind of look you prefer? That childish, unrefined simplicity?” Vil tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at his beautifully sculpted face.
“Look at me. I am the one who spends hours ensuring every detail of my existence is flawless. Neige doesn’t even look like he knows the first thing about high end products. Say it, dear. Who’s the fairest of them all?”
“Obviously it’s you Vil.” You smile up at him as his hands find their way around your waist. Vil smiles down at you.
“Are you sure? I think some would beg to differ after seeing your display with Neige.” In response, you immediately nod. Vil hums thoughtfully before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You gasp, shocked that he would be willing to do such a thing when you are both technically in a public space.
Vil breaks the kiss after hearing your gasp. He looks at you with a puzzled look.
“What is it?”
“A-Are you sure you want to be doing this right here, right now? I mean I thought you preferred to only be intimate in our dorms.” You explained thoroughly, just wanting to make sure he was comfortable. Vil is silent for a minute then he laughs.
“My dear. If I have to teach you a lesson, surely it cannot wait until back at Night Raven. If you would like me to stop then-“
“No no, I didn’t say that- wait what lesson?” Before you can continue, Vil has already crashed his lips back onto yours. He runs his hands along your body, caressing every curve as he continues his assault on your mouth.
Vil runs his hand below your skirt, feeling you over your panties. He presses a singular digit down on your growing wetness.
You break the kiss as you moan, throwing your head back. Vil places his other hand behind your head, careful to not let your head hit the vanity mirror. As you continue to grind your hips into Vil’s hand, he starts to press feather light kisses to your neck, careful to not leave a mark. Vil finally slips his hand under your underwear and slides two fingers inside you while playing with your clit.
He quickly begins to pump his fingers harshly inside of you. Vil marvels at the pure bliss that comes across your features. Smiling peacefully at your face, he continues to pick up the pace until you’re begging him to let you come. He lifts your chin, taking in your noises as you come on his fingers. When he pulls them out of you, he brings them up to your lips.
“Suck, my dear.” You immediately take his fingers into your mouth. Vil nods in approval before pulling them out. You grab onto his suit’s bottoms, eager to pull them down along with his boxers. He helps you out of your skirt in return before bending you over the vanity. Before he sink down inside of you though, he whispers one last command in your ear.
“I want you to keep your eyes on the two of us the entire time.” He taps the mirror in front of you. Without further ado, Vil lines his pretty cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing in. When he bottoms out inside of you, he looks into the mirror to meet your pretty, watery eyes.
Vil begins to pull out before sliding back in until he’s pounding into you at a constant pace. He looks back up into the mirror after a moment, only to find your eyes are clamped shut as you moan. Vil removes one hand from your hip and slaps your ass. Your eyes fly open and look at his in the mirror, he smirks at you before continuing his thrusts.
“Eyes on me, my queen.” He purrs in that low seductive voice of his. As you start to near your climax, Vil begins to fondle your clit. The two of you reach your peaks at the same time, Vil groaning as his cum floods your hole while you clench around him. After a few more shallow thrusts, he pulls out slowly before fingering the mixed fluids back into you.
He hums as he helps lift you from your bent stance. You stumble on your weak knees before Vil wraps his arms around you and seats you on the velvet coach on the other side of the room. Vil adjusts his hair and makeup in the mirror before sitting down beside you. He places a small kiss on the crown of your head.
“…I believe I was incorrect, sweet potato. Neither me nor Neige is the fairest.” He lifts your chin to smile at you.
“It’s you.”
Rook Hunt 🏹:
When you and Rook had first ever met, he was infatuated with you. He would stalk you as he did with most of his prey. Rook would also randomly serenade you in the hallway. You found this super romantic (I did too, don’t worry). However, what you liked being said to you, you didn’t like nearly as much when Rook said it to others.
You were used to Rook being close with Vil. In fact, you and Vil were semi-friends! However, what you weren’t expecting was your boyfriend to make an entire photo album from just one of Vil’s photo shoots.
During exam week, you borrowed one of Rook’s notebooks. After flipping through the pages, a few of the polaroids fell out. You were honestly pissed. When you went to drop off the notebook in Pomefiore, Rook could pretty much tell that something was wrong.
“reine de mon cœur, what is troubling you?” Rook asks as he cups your cheeks with his hands. You stare up at him before moving and showing the polaroids.
“Do you like Vil more than me or something? I mean you never take any photos of me!” You pout as you put the polaroids onto his desk. Rook stares at you in shock, then starts laughing after a moment. You look back at him, in shock yourself. How could he laugh at a moment like this?
“Ma belle, do you really think I’ve never captured your beauty by camera before? Please, allow me to show you how beautiful I think you are.” Rook comes over and cups your face again before lifting your lips up to his.
You gasp into the kiss, which allows Rook to shove his tongue deeper into your mouth. As you continue to kiss, he backs you up until you fall down upon his bed. He breaks the kiss as you heave from your spot on the bed. Rook rummages through his desk until he pulls out a polaroid.
He brings it to his eye before clicking a picture of you on his bed. You look up at him in shock.
“What mon cherie? I said I would admire your beauty deeper now.” Rook tosses the camera onto the bed next to you before pinning you down under him. He reignites the kiss as the two of you grind against each other. As the kiss deepens, he begins to caress your body, squeezing every curve he can.
Rook slides his hand under your shirt, feeling your warm skin against his. He slowly moves his hand up your stomach until he reaches your breast. Rook slowly begins to knead the soft flesh as you moan into the kiss. He pulls away from the kiss with a smile as he soaks in your beautiful flushed out face. He grabs the camera beside you, taking a picture of your face.
After he is content with that photo, he sets it aside and dives back down onto your lips. However, he doesn’t continue palming your chest. Instead, his hand snakes down your stomach until it’s sliding below your skirt and underwear. Rook delicately begins drawing circles around your growingly wet entrance before sliding a finger in. After a moment, he slides a second digit inside, which results in your back arching off the bed. He breaks the kiss again, and snaps a picture as he continues fucking his fingers into you.
After putting the camera down again, he stands up and quickly steps out of his pants. He helps shimmy your skirt and panties down before picking up the camera again. You look back from your spot on the bed as he positions the camera over your glistening cunt. He smiles at you as he snaps a photo.
Rook carefully adjusts your body until you’re sitting doggy style on the bed, this was Rook’s favorite way to take you for some reason. He strokes his cock a few times in attempt to spread the pre-cum around his dick. Finally, he lines his cock up with your entrance. As Rook carefully sinks into you, he grabs his camera when he has completely bottomed out. He carefully snaps a few photos of your hole clenching around his length.
He slowly begins to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. However, there’s only so much he can do before he’s pussy drunk and his instincts take over. Rook quickly begins to piston inside of you, pounding your sweet spot with every thrust. You stuff your face further into the pillow as you feel your climax closely approaching. Finally, your orgasm hits you like a train. Your velvet walls clench around his cock.
Rook continues thrusting inside of you, groaning something unintelligible in French before your walls are painted with his cum. After he carefully pulls out, he positions his camera right over your dripping hole, showing the intertwined fluids of you both.
You thought it was finished, but you feel his tongue poke inside your overstimulated hole. Rook’s tongue darts in and out of your hole, carefully cleansing your cunt. His nose nudges against your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy. Finally, you find yourself reaching your peak again just from his tongue. Rook laps up your juices with slurps and groans.
He pulls away with a smile, his face slick with your fluid.
“Oui… I should’ve taken a picture of that.. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, mon cherie!”
Epel Felmier 🍎:
Epel didn’t consider himself the most jealous guy. Of course he knew you were pretty, but he was never worried about your guys relationship. He loved you deeply and he knew you did too. However… Epel just can’t control himself if his pride comes into the question.
The two of you were out on a date for your one year anniversary. Vil had been giving Epel some etiquette lessons prior to the date, and he was genuinely trying his best to be proper.
Just as you were assuring him that he didn’t have to put up some front, some burly beast man sailor comes over to your table. He leans in close to you, completely ignoring Epel.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The sailor rumbles, his voice low and dripping with practiced charm. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wasting your evening sitting in a quiet corner with a fragile little doll. Why don’t you ditch the kid, come down to the docks with me, and let a real man buy you a drink that’ll actually put some color in your cheeks.”
The man winks, entirely oblivious that the ‘fragile little doll’ across from him was about to explode. For a second, the sheer size of the guy makes Epel’s old insecurities flare up. But as the man leans closer to you, something shifts.
Epel slams his hands on the table and stands up. His chair scraps loudly on the floorboards.
"Hey! Back off, ya scoundrel!" Epel barks, his refined accent vanishing instantly into a thick, gritty Harveston dialect. His eyes flash with pure, unadulterated fury.
"Who do ya think you're talkin' to? She’s mine. You lay another eye on her, and I'll show ya exactly what a country boy can do!"
The sailor blinks, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity coming from someone so small and pretty. Sensing a scene—and probably not wanting to get thrashed by a feral magic-caster—the sailor scoffs, raises his hands, and backs away into the crowd.
Epel is trembling, his chest heaving, his face bright red from a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment. He doesn't say another word. He grabs your wrist—his grip tight, firm, and unyielding—and hauls you out of the tavern, marching straight back to the dorms.
The second the two of you reach Epel’s dorm room, he quickly opens the door and pulls you both inside. After making sure all his dorm mates are out, he pulls you into a kiss.
Epel runs his hands along your body, feeling up your every curve. He pushes the two of you up against the door, quickly sliding his knee between your legs. As he runs his hands along your chest, he begins to slowly rock his knee along your clothed cunt.
You break the kiss as you lean your head up against the door. Epel slowly begins to kiss along your neck, muttering unintelligible words in his thick accent. As you start to grind against his knee, he slides his hand under your shirt, palming your breast.
He looks up at your face as you practically hump up against his leg. Giving your breast one last squeeze, he brings his hand back up to your face. Epel cups your jaw, bringing your lips close to his again. As you lean into the kiss, you reach down and begin to palm him through his trousers.
As the kiss deepens, Epel starts to guide the two of you away from the door and toward his bed. You both don’t break the kiss as you fall straight down on the disheveled covers. Epel continues to hump you as he delves deeper into your mouth.
After a few more moments of soft caresses and desperate kisses, Epel stands and quickly takes off his pants. You were still wearing your pretty dress from the dinner date, so Epel starts shimmying it down your hips. After the dress is off, he immediately crashes his lips back onto yours.
This man is on a mission though. As badly as he wants to fuck the shit out of you like a real man, he wants you to have a good time. Epel quickly dips two fingers inside of you, eager to keep letting them hit your sweet spot.
Right as you are about to come, Epel slides his fingers out of you. He immediately lines his cock with your entrance as you desperately hump the bed for friction. As he slowly sinks into you, you run your hands through his soft hair.
Quite simply, Epel is pussy drunk the second he slips inside of you. He eagerly babbles out random crap as he thrusts messily inside of you, continuing to hit the depths of your walls.
“E-Epel! S-Slow down!” You moan out as Epel continues to rail right into you with no intent of stopping. He groans as he bites down on your neck and begins to suck a dark hickey into your soft skin. As he moves away to admire his handiwork, he grins up at you.
“I ain’t stopping until I’ve proven I’m a real man. Your man, to be specific, doll.”
That is how you ended up having sex with Epel until late into the night. Safe to say you were heavily stuffed with your boyfriend’s cum, and he learned a new lesson! Anytime he’s jealous or insecure of himself, giving his lady a good fuck sure clears everything up!
Ignihyde
Idia Shroud 💻:
Idia did not want to go to the cross-dorm gathering, but you managed to coax him out of his room. For the first twenty minutes, he was glued to your side, a trembling shadow muttering about high normie energy levels and depleted battery percentages. But the moment he stepped away to grab a drink, someone seized the opportunity.
After getting a drink and turning back around, Idia watches a student corner you. The guy is smooth, confident, and leaning entirely too close into your personal space. You are smiling politely, trying to be nice, but to Idia, it looks like a targeted attack on his sole source of comfort.
His blue flames flare a sharp, aggressive magenta at the tips. His fingers twitch over his tablet, desperately wanting to hack the campus grid and trigger a fire alarm just to drag you away. Instead, he marches over—a rare, terrifying burst of assertion—grabs your wrist, and pulls you out of the room without saying a word to anyone. For once, making a scene at a public place doesn’t seem to cross Idia’s mind.
The door to his room clicks shut, and the heavy electronic locks slide into place with a definitive thud. The familiar smell of ozone and computer cooling fans fills the air, but the atmosphere is suffocatingly dense.
"Idia? Are you okay?" You ask, turning to face him.
He is panting slightly, his long blue hair whipping around him like live wires. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze is fixed on the floor, his teeth gritting.
"Am I okay? You’re asking me if I'm okay after you let some low-level NPC hit on you right in front of my face?"
"I was just being polite—"
"Polite?!" Idia interrupts, his voice cracking with a mix of raw insecurity and sudden, overwhelming possessiveness. He steps forward, closing the distance between you until you are backed up against his gaming desk.
"You were smiling at him. You didn't push him away. Do you have any idea what that does to my brain chemistry? My stress levels are literally off the charts, and you're just... you're just letting them trespass on my territory!"
He traps you between his arms, hands slamming onto the desk on either side of your hips. When he finally looks up, his yellow eyes are wide, burning, and completely stripped of his usual social anxiety. The vulnerability is gone, replaced by a desperate, frantic need to reassert his claim.
"You're mine," he whispers, his voice dropping into a raspy, commanding register that sends a shiver down your spine. "I don't care how many normies try to talk to you. I’m the one you came here with. I'm the one who gets to touch you."
Before you can answer, his mouth crashes down onto yours.
He tastes like copper and cold energy drinks, his tongue dominating yours as if he's trying to erase any trace of the outside world from your senses. His hands leave the desk to grip your waist, his long, pale fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave faint marks later.
Idia pulls away with a groan as you begin to palm softly at his growing erection (this man is whipped). After breaking the kiss, he looks down at you for a moment as if he’s contemplating.
“…As much as I would enjoy fucking you… I think I need a… video game detox.” Idia smirks as he sits down inside his gamer chair before starting his console. You stare at him in shock.
“A video game detox?” Idia is silent for a moment then laughs hysterically for a moment. Then he pats his lap.
“It’s yours for the taking. Might as well try and be useful.” You honestly weren’t used to Idia being so bold, and even a tad bit rude. However, something about it turned you on more. You slowly drape yourself over Idia before slipping your hand beneath his pants, palming his erection. His cheeks go bright pink, but he keeps his eyes on the monitor.
You slowly sink yourself down onto his half-hard cock, Idia’s eyes flutter as he tries to suppress his groans. He continues to customize his avatar on the game, giving you no attention. You start to bounce up and down on his cock after sinking all the way on it.
After continuing to ride Idia for a few moments, he finally speaks.
“Come.. dear Sevens.. I need to come! Keep going baby…” Idia quickly pauses his game as his thin fingers grasp your hips and pull you up and down on him. He pulls you close, shoving his tongue into your mouth.
He pulls away just an inch, his hot breath fanning over your lips. "Tell me," he demands, his chest heaving. "Tell me I'm the only one you want. Say it."
You gasp out his name, confirming exactly what he needs to hear. The validation hits him like a critical strike. He groans, a low, guttural sound before coming. Idia continues to rock against you, snapping his hips up as you ride him through his orgasm.
After he finishes, you expect him to be done. To your surprise though, he quickly pulls out of you. Idia then shoves everything off his desk—not caring as expensive tech components clutter onto the floor.
He lifts you up onto the cleared surface, parting your knees and stepping into your space with an intensity you’ve never seen from him before.
Every touch that follows is frantic and possessive. His hands map your body with a desperate hunger, leaving feverish trails of heat wherever his skin meets yours. When he strips away the barriers between you, his eyes never leave your face. He wants to see every reaction, wants to anchor your focus entirely on him.
As the two of you continue feeling each other up, Idia walks the two of you over to his bed. You both stumble over random energy drink cans and dirty clothes, but he finally reaches the bed. Before landing, you break the kiss and take your shirt off with a smile. Idia grins at you as he reconnects your lips and you both fall onto the bed.
Idia continues to kiss you as if you are his lifeline. He quickly lines his slick cock up with your entrance before easing in slowly. You moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Idia clutches your hips as he starts to rut into you. Before you know it, he’s a whimpering mess and begging you to stop clenching around him so he doesn’t come again so soon.
The two of you reach your peaks at the same time as Idia rubs circles around your clit. When you tighten around him during your orgasm, he reaches his own as well.
When the storm finally passes, the frantic energy bleeds out of him, leaving him exhausted and suddenly hyper-aware of his own boldness.
He collapses against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His flames have calmed back down to a soft, low blue, radiating a comforting warmth. He wraps his long arms securely around your torso, anchoring you to his chest as his breathing gradually slows down.
"Don't...do that to me again," he mutters against your skin, his usual introverted cadence returning, though his grip remains tight.
“My heart can't take it. Just stay in my room next time. With me. Where no one else can look at you."
Diasomnia
Malleus Draconia 🐉:
When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, you were immediately invited to all the hit parties and social events. This was the exact opposite of Malleus’ time at NRC. However, once you both began dating, you constantly insisted on Malleus’ being your plus one.
Party at Scarabia? Great! You and Malleus will be there. A festival being hosted for NRC? The two of you are front row. Any ceremonies for the school year? You are beaming right beside Malleus as he smiles down at you.
This all meant the world to Malleus. He knew people saw him, but they didn’t actually see him. You did though. You always saw him. You, a simple mortal from another world. Not an ounce of magic. And yet, Malleus cannot help but marvel at how easily you feel like home to him.
So what exactly does the great Malleus Draconia do when someone threatens his perfect home? Well, he fucks his lady silly.
You see, the night had started as just a fun party. Kalim had eagerly invited you to a formal dinner, which only turned out being some huge rager. You were currently dancing it up with Ace and Deuce while also trying to get Malleus to dance. However, he was simply not a dancer.
Hence, you were dancing alone with all your friends until a slow song came on. As you start to walk back over to Malleus so you can beg him to slow dance, you are stopped by some guy. He smiles down at you, already placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip.
“You’re a real good dancer you know that? I’m shocked you don’t have someone to dance with… good thing I’m here, right beautiful?” The man smiles smugly at you as he starts moving the two of you. You start to speak, but he quickly cuts you off.
“Say…you want to maybe get out of here after this dance?” Before you can even open your mouth, you feel a looming presence.
“Kindly unhand her. She has a dance partner. One for life, in fact.” Malleus’ voice drips with amusement as he watches the guy immediately tense up just from seeing him.
“M-Malleus-? Oh.. Sevens… I am so.. sorry.. I uh.. I gotta go…” The guy bolts quickly, leaving you and Malleus there. You turn to him with a smile.
“Dance partner for life? I thought you didn’t like slow songs?” You tease as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist, smiling down at you. Malleus sways the two of you to the beat of the song, completely content to just be in the moment.
“I simply prefer the fae slow songs over this. But I suppose if every mortal is stumbling over themselves to dance with my lady, I shall have to get over my dislike.” As the song comes to an end, Malleus kisses your hand.
When the party is over, he immediately walks you back home to Ramshackle to ensure you got back safe. You invite him inside as always, and he happily agrees.
The two of you sit down on the old couch in the lounge room. After sitting for a moment, Malleus finally speaks.
“May I kiss you, my dear?” He smiles at you, his hands folded. You immediately nod, expecting some small kiss then for him to announce it is time for him to leave. However, he quickly pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss.
Initially, you are shocked. Malleus rarely starts any type of… activity. He was more than happy to participate, but his gentleman nature made him less likely to initiate it. Now, your boyfriend was practically swallowing you whole and running his hands all over your body.
You move your lips against his as Malleus palms your breasts softly. You grab his hands and move them under your clothes, eager to feel him touching you. He follows your silent plea, carefully kneading your soft flesh as you moan into his mouth.
Malleus moves away from the kiss, carefully resting his forehead on yours as he continues to touch you. You whimper as he slips his hand back out. As he watches your face closely, he runs his hand along your stomach before slipping it under your shorts. Malleus runs two thick fingers over your quivering heat, you shutter as you grind your lower half on his fingers.
“Eager, are we?” Malleus smiles up at you sweetly as he slides his two digits in. You squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers penetrate your hole. He begins to pump them inside of you at a steady pace while looking at your face, mesmerized.
After a moment, Malleus feels you tighten around his two fingers as they repeatedly hit your sweet spot. He softly pulls a strand piece of hair out of your face as he curves his fingers inside of you. You end up reaching your peak shortly after, which resulted in your juices leaking all over Malleus’ fingers. Not that he seemed to mind.
Without a second to waste, Malleus lifts you up and starts to walk towards your bedroom. You look up at him in shock, still reeling from your orgasm. He looks down at you and smiles.
“You didn’t think I was about to make love to you on a couch, did you?”
Malleus quickly lays you down on the bed before shedding his pants. You follow his movement as you take off your own bottoms. He strokes his cock with a smile as his eyes rack over your body. The fae wastes no more time as he lays down over you and lines his thick cock up with your entrance. He slowly inches into you, letting you adjust to his massive length. You had taken Malleus’ cock before, but no mortal is ever fully prepared for a fae dick.
When Malleus has fully bottomed out inside of you, he grabs your hand, squeezing it slightly. When you squeeze back, he begins to slowly pull out before sinking back in. This pace continues for a few moments before he lets go of your hand and begins to circle your clit. You convulse on the sheets as his pace picks up and he starts hammering into you. The two of you continue to hold hands as you tighten around his cock, and the both of you come.
Malleus’ first action is pressing a small kiss to your intertwined hands before slowly pulling out. He can’t help but feel his heart swell at how pretty you look stuffed with his cum. After helping clean you up and laying back down, he holds you in his arms as you snooze. Malleus whispers one last thing to you before sleep.
“I’m more than just your dance partner for life, my beloved.”
Lilia Vanrouge 🦇:
Today was Cater’s birthday party! There was a whole wide party in Heartslabyul in honor of him, which you and Lilia were invited to! Lilia and Cater got along very well because of their shared club, so Lilia was very happy to attend.
Heartslabyul was packed. The yard was flashing with neon lights, and ringing with music. Cater was is in his element, snapping Magicam selfies and keeping the energy high. You and Lilia arrive together. Lilia is in high spirits, dressed up, laughing, and blending in perfectly with the younger crowd.
He spots Kalim and Cater across the room and excuses himself for just a moment to check on them, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before walking away.
You go over to the refreshments table, only to end up beside a random Heartslabyul student. He leans again the table, effectively blocking you in.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around before..” He says, flashing a confident smile. He gets entirely too close, his arm brushing against yours.
"A party this good is wasted if you're standing here alone. Why don't we slip out to the rose maze? It's much quieter out there."
You politely decline, taking a step back, but he doesn't take the hint. He reaches out, his hand boldly grabbing your wrist to pull you closer.
"Come on, don't be like that. Just one drink with me."
Before the student can even register your discomfort, the air in the lounge temperature drops. A hand—small, but with a grip like reinforced steel—wraps around the student’s wrist, forcing him to let go of you instantly.
It’s Lilia. But the cheerful, eccentric fae from a few minutes ago is gone.
Lilia doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. He steps between you and the student, tilting his head with a smile that looks incredibly sharp and dangerous. His crimson eyes bleed an ancient, terrifying authority.
"I believe my partner said no," Lilia purrs, his voice cutting cleanly through the loud party music. The grip on the student's wrist tightens just enough to make the boy gasp.
"It is impolite to badger a guest, especially at a birthday celebration. Don't you agree?"
The student looks into Lilia's eyes and instantly realizes he is looking at a legendary fae warrior, not a harmless classmate. He turns pale, stammers an apology, and practically trips over his own feet trying to flee into the crowd.
Lilia doesn't care about the fleeing student. He turns to you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe to make sure you're unhurt. The possessive fire in his eyes hasn't gone out—if anything, the crowded room is making him restless.
He grabs your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours tightly.
“We are leaving." He says, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument.
The second you both get back to Diasomnia, Lilia has you pushed up against his door with a surprising force. He tilts your chin up before smiling and capturing your lips with his.
Lilia allows his hands to wander around your body, stopping around your waist. He pats your hips, motioning for you to straddle him. You oblige and jump up, Lilia catches you with absolutely no difficulty, which was surprising.
The two of you are now basically intertwined with each other as you continue to messily make out. Lilia stumbles towards the bed as he continues to kiss you. The floor is littered with random things, which he dodges to the best of his ability. Finally, he puts you down on his bed so you’re splayed out beautifully, heaving heavily from the kiss.
The fae quickly shimmys your pants off, then settles between your legs. Lilia runs a finger along your weeping entrance as he occasionally dips a finger in before withdrawing it fast. He continues to tease you like this as he watches your face with amusement. Finally, he slides both gloved fingers inside of you fully. You arch your back in response since you weren’t expecting him to finally give you his fingers.
After a moment, Lilia has basically gone off the walls. His two fingers are pistonning into you like crazy, and he seems to have no plan on stopping. As his fingers continue to caress your sweet spot, you finally tighten around him, nearing your climax.
“L-Lilia… Needa cum…” You babble out. Lilia’s response to this was to go even faster, which you didn’t think was possible. He teasingly runs his thumb over your clit as the pace picks up again. Through all this extra stimulation, you end up reaching your peak and come down with a moan.
However, Lilia doesn’t stop after your orgasm is finished. He continues to thrust his slick digits into your dripping hole. You feel yourself start to tense up for a second orgasm due to the overstimulation, but Lilia quickly pulls his fingers back out.
“My… It’s pretty late isn’t it? Why don’t we call it a night, my dear?” Lilia has a smirk on his face as you stare up at him with wide eyes.
“No! No! Come on baby, please? Please fuck me… I need it…” You whisper that last part as you begin to rhythmically grind your hips on his bed, desperate for friction. Lilia hums thoughtfully.
“I don’t know… Are you sure you need my help with that? You seemed fine getting attention from someone else.” Lilia teases as he runs a finger along your slick entrance.
“No I don’t! It’s you, just you, Lilia! Please? I need it, need you.” You pout up at him, desperate for him to fuck you. The fae chuckles and begins to unbuckle his trousers. He hums to himself as he strokes himself. You open your mouth to beg again, but before a word can come out, Lilia’s quickly lining himself up with your entrance and bottoming out immediately.
The room is filled with a plethora of moans and groans as Lilia pounds into you. Before long, you are coming around his cock, followed by him thrusting into you one last time before filling you with his cum.
As the two of you come down from your highs, Lilia pulls out slowly. You pat the spot beside you on the bed, simply wanting to cuddle your boyfriend, but he has other ideas. Lilia rests his head between your thighs, and looks up at you with a smirk before plunging into your pussy headfirst.
Safe to say you two would be at it all night.
Silver Vanrouge 🗡️:
Your boyfriend was rarely one to get jealous. You both had a very good communication system in your relationships, so neither of you ever doubted your love for each other. However, Silver always did feel a bit bad that he cannot control his sleeping patterns.
There have been occasions where Silver will accidentally fall asleep, thus missing a date night. You always assured him it was fine and that you understood he couldn’t control it, but deep down, he just wished he was able to give you his undivided attention.
In fact, the one thing that frustrates him the most is your friendship with Kalim. Don’t get me wrong, Silver liked Kalim, he was happy you were able to have a friend that could always make you smile. But he found himself getting upset over the fact Kalim pretty much dedicates his whole attention to you when you both hang out. Kalim never fails to invite you to parties, and you had told Silver of all the times you and Kalim had gotten into mischief.
Silver wished that he was able to dedicate all his time to you like that, but he knew it was literally impossible. Other people were able to give you all their attention, while he could only give a portion.
Currently, the two of you were at a party. You had dragged Silver there because he was always so busy with his knightly duties and training. The second you got there though, your boyfriend was already asleep, snoozing away in a chair. You knew better than to try and wake him, so you went to go hang out with your friends!
When Silver finally woke up, he scanned the room for you in a daze. He saw you on the opposite side of the room with Kalim, who was currently insisting you come back to Scarabia for a sleepover. You were both giggling about all the things you could do, like face paint, make Scalding Sands snacks, and even take a dip in the oasis in the morning!
You were happily agreeing when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around only to be face to face with Silver. He smiles down at you, which you quickly mirror with your own smile. Silver rests his chin on the top of your head as you giggle. He greets Kalim, who beams greatly and greets him back.
“Good to see you Silver! I was just telling y/n about the new plants growing at the oasis! Me and Jamil saw them last week, and I know how much she loves plants! I keep telling her we will have to visit the botanical gardens of the Scalding Sands! They have the best desert gardens there! Oh! And I was telling her about the new recipe I discovered! We’re gonna try it tonight-“ As Kalim yaps, you both listen intently until suddenly he is cut off by none other than Silver.
“That’s nice, but we have plans.” Silver says smoothly, not adding much. You look up at him with a confused expression. You hadn’t planned anything for the two of you. Kalim smiles quickly and nods.
“Aww okay! We can try for next weekend then! I bet the oasis will be growing even more by then!”
“Actually. We’re busy next weekend too.” Silver moves his head off yours, before intertwining his hand with yours.
“Sorry Kalim, will you excuse me and y/n? She was just telling me earlier that she wasn’t feeling well, so I would like to take her back to Ramshackle.” Silver smiles as Kalim immediately agrees and bides you both farewell.
As you both start to walk out, you look up at Silver.
“Are you okay? I didn’t say anything about feeling sick..” In response to this, Silver nods.
“Just need to get back to Diasomnia, love..”
The second you both get back to Silver’s dorm, you are shocked by how quickly he shuts the door and locks it before pinning you to the bed. You and Silver had been intimate before, but you were never quite able to marvel at his strength til now. He stares down at you with a passionate fire in his pretty eyes.
“I need you baby…” He whispers. You immediately begin to feel that familiar heat building in your lower tummy as you pull him into a kiss. Silver dives into the kiss himself, kissing you as if you were his oxygen supply. He begins to slowly run his hands along your body, kneading every piece of flesh he could reach. You tangle your fingers into his soft hair, which he groans into the kiss in response to.
Silver breaks the kiss after a moment. He’s heavily panting. You’ve never seen him this motivated. He desperately palms at your clothes, helping you take them off. You yank off his own shirt and stare in awe at his muscular body.
Without a second to waste, Silver slides two fingers inside of you. You immediately clutch onto his free hand with your own. Silver curls his fingers inside of you before quickly finding your sweet spot. As he takes in your pretty noises, he begins to grind his clothed erection against you. You let go of his hand, trailing down his torso until you reach his bulge. As he groans, you palm at the growing tent in his pants.
After a few more thrusts of his fingers, you find yourself clamping down on them. Your juices coat his hand, not that he cares. Silver immediately sits up, shedding his pants quickly.
“I need to be inside of you. Now.” The second you nod in agreement, Silver lines himself up with your entrance and starts to slowly inch in. You moan out as his cock fills you up, he groans into unison as your walls squeeze him in. When he finally had bottomed out, he grabs your hand and begins to slowly ease in and out.
After keeping this pace for a while, Silver loses himself. He desperately ruts into your pussy, groaning about how pretty you are and how good you feel around him. The two of you arrive at your climaxes at the same time, Silver slams his lips on yours after you both come down from your highs.
You expect Silver to be sleepy after that, however you underestimated your knightly boyfriend’s drive to make you come on his cock multiple times. Before you know it, you both have had multiple orgasms. He lays down beside you finally. After pressing a kiss to your forehead he whispers.
“I’m always here with you. Always.”
Sebek Zigvolt 🛡️:
Sebek had basically the high respect for you (right after his respect for Waka-sama of course). So he questions why in the world you wouldn’t want to train with him!
The answer is simple. Your boyfriend pushes way too hard. When you ask for a simple cardio workout, suddenly he has you doing like 200 pushups. So you stopped training with him, and started training with Silver.
Naturally, this pissed Sebek off. Why in the world would you want to train with Silver over him? He would sit in the courtyard, watching you and Silver work out. Silver would help adjust your form, carefully placing his hands on your muscles. This ticked Sebek off even more. Only he should be allowed to touch you!
After one of your workouts with Silver, you saw Sebek standing in the doorway. You smile and walk over.
“Hi love, what are you-“
“HUMAN. WE MUST BE GOING NOW.” Sebek takes hold of your hand and starts dragging you back to Diasomnia. The entire way, he’s muttering about how he’s just going to have to give you a private workout session.
That is how you ended up face down on Sebek’s sheets as he pounded into you from behind. He was honestly merciless. His cock sped in and out of your pussy at a high speed, and his fingers were twirling around your breasts and your clit.
Sebek grasps both your hips as he pistons into you harshly. You are in absolute bliss as he bullies your poor pussy with his cock. Sebek himself is groaning and spanking your ass as he ruts into you. Everyone within Diasomnia can definitely hear you two…
As you near your third orgasm, your walls clamp down around Sebek’s length. He groans loudly before yelling.
“If you want to come, you have to let me hear you beg for it.” In response, you immediately start babbling and begging for Sebek and his cock to bring you to your next orgasm. He smiles victoriously as he picks up the pace even more and repeatingly hits your g-spot until you come.
At this point, your pussy is absolutely drooling with a lovely mix of your cum and his. But Sebek isn’t even close to done. He continues to thrust into you right after your orgasm. You press your head into his pillow and moan. Sebek quickly wraps an arm around your neck from behind, effectively wrapping his strong bicep around you.
“Everyone needs to hear those pretty noises, got it?” You nod desperately in response as you approach another orgasm already. Sebek groans as he reaches his own peak. After you both have came, you expected him to be done for now.
However, he quickly pins you back down to the bed, holding your hands above you with his own hand. Sebek immediately slips back inside of your messy pussy with no intent of stopping as he groans about how nicely you squeeze him in.
The two of you had had multiple rounds by the time there’s a knock at the door. A deep voice booms through, Lilia.
“Sebek! Please don’t be so harsh on the girl. I can hear her moans from the kitchen.”
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A/N: FINALLYYYY, it’s done and posted!!! I hope you all loved reading about each of your favs :) I loved writing this so much, especially with like 10 milkshakes from wisdom tooth recovery hehe. I apologize for anything that may be OC! I tried my best!
Shout out to my bff for reading them all and discussing scenes :)
University au, both reader and Floyd are 18+. TW: somnophilia, noncon
Sleep clung to you yet you could feel yourself slowly waking up. You had dreamt of pretty shells and colourful coral reefs. A wet sucking sound reach your ears and you furrowed your brows in confusion. Something hit and wet was wrapped around your nipple and you cracked your eyes open in realisation as shiver of pleasure rattled through you.
A pair of mismatched eyes were looking up at you with a drowsy happiness. Floyd gave your nipple a little teasing bite and your eyes finally opened fully.
“Floyd what the hell…” you mumbled, confused and embarrassed.
He detached from your bud with a loud wet pop. “You are so cute when you’re sleepy. It makes me wanna eat ya up” his lips widened into a sinner at smile “Maybe I should?”
“How did you even get in here?” you tried to push yourself away from him, but he wrapped his long arms around you in a tight hold as he dove into your breasts yet again.
“I have my ways. Why are you asking? Is Shrimpy scared?” he chuckled as he gave your other nipple a big lick.
“Get out. I wanna sleep” you tried to shove his head away from your sensitive tit, but he wouldn’t budge. You could feel your panties getting wet and it only soured your mood even more. “Floyd.”
“Mmm—mmm” Floyd shook his head as he squeezed your boob with his large hand. “I don’t wanna!”
“Ahh—“ he moaned loudly “Shrimpy is just soooo soft!” This was the second time you had woken up with him in your bed, completely uninvited and completely unwanted. If this kept happening, you would have to seek shelter in another dorm.
BREATHED SO DEEP I THOUGHT I’D DROWN . . . ft. Floyd Leech
wc: ~7.5k
cw: NSFW—MINORS + AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI, gn+afab!yuu/reader, reader is not called yuu, reader is called shrimpy sorry, all characters portrayed are 18+, mutual pining, friends -> lovers, implied virgin!floyd, scientifically inaccurate/speculative on behalf of author’s conception of mer-eel anatomy, #fucking4science, more like fucking under the guise of science, pool sex, mentions of mating/breeding, penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, kissing, biting/marking, dirty talk, creampie, silly and unserious because it’s floyd, shrimpy more like simpy (floyd's worse), only like a third of this is actually smut someone shoot me
reid: couldnt have written this ridiculousness without my two beloveds @seasidefallenangel and @fleursdaydreams ... thank you for bouncing around analysis, prompting me to write, and listening to me talk endlessly about him for the past few weeks lol <3
You and Grim struck a deal back when you were first settling into Ramshackle together: he’d take the classes that required applied magic and its necessary preparation, and you’d take the more basic courses. You were mostly spared first year, save for the moments when you were more or less dragging Grim through History of Magic by the scruff of his neck (he was going to hold up his end of your duo-enrollment if it meant you had to maim him a little along the way), but that was it. Not that you’d have had much time to devote to study, anyway, what with the way Crowley had you running around all over campus and beyond, cleaning up after people’s messes and bailing your lovable (deplorable) companion out of trouble. But he promised he’d take it easier on you this year, your second year, seeing as you’d be personally enrolled in a few classes—just another one of his kindnesses that he had no reservation extending to you, of course, because Crowley was just so nice like that.
And you quickly learned in the first weeks of fall semester that being in class with the friends you’d made thus far is actually pretty fun—or, at least, it’s never dull. Kalim’s TA position in Trein’s astrology class comes in handy both for academic and entertainment purposes (he likes to tell the class the stories he used to make up for the constellations before he knew what they meant), and even mathematics is alright when Ace is willing to let you peek over his shoulder for answers.
And you have biology with Floyd, which goes… exactly as you might expect it to.
Really, though, people tend to write Floyd off as a clown—and for good reason, because he certainly acts like one sometimes, but he’s smarter than he appears. On the first day of classes when he’d slid into the seat next to yours, you immediately wondered aloud why he was taking biology his third year instead of his second, which would’ve been usual protocol. Had he flunked it or something?
“Subbed it for Ancient Magic last year since bio sounded boring,” he’d explained, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him (Crewel, sauntering around all dramatic-like before the bell, passed by and batted them to the ground, muttering bad), “but they wouldn’t let me get away with flakin’ out on it entirely.”
Ancient Magic was usually strictly reserved for third years, so you guessed it was no small academic feat that he’d managed to wiggle in a year early. Even Jade’s test scores didn’t quite rival his brother’s.
And despite this quiet academic prowess (or maybe because of it), he seemed to really be dreading biology. You kind of scrunched up your nose when he complained—you wished your biggest worry was being too bored by college level subject material, even if it was just a gen ed—but in that lovingly compensatory Floyd way, he’d wrapped up his lamenting with some slyly sweet comment about how it couldn’t be that bad as long as he had his Shrimpy with him.
So you’d just rolled your eyes and smiled, returning the sentiment. As long as you had boy-eel-genius Floyd Leech to steal test answers from, you supposed you’d be alright. (He’d dismissed such a title with that radiating laugh of his, and so you were certain.)
And to this present day, he’s been a shining classmate, honestly. Meticulous lab partner, halfway decent notetaker. When he’s in the mood for it, is what everyone usually bellyaches about his redeeming qualities, but you have yet to experience a Floyd so stormy that he’s unwilling to lend you a hand or be sweet to you. And you’ve been waiting for it to happen, you really have—to catch him on a bad day, to be the one to say or do the thing that sours his mood before you can blink.
But it hasn’t, and you haven’t.
Ace and Deuce theorize it’s for reasons that make you go warm in the face. Please, who else is he that nice to but you? Because Floyd is notoriously an individualist to his core. Yes, he has a reputation for scaring underclassmen straight with a single glare. Yes, he heckles professors every chance he gets. Yes, he likes to skip out of class and wander the halls when lecture falls into a lull, but when he drags you with him, he never disappoints his MO of loathing boredom. He keeps you guessing—but, somehow, in a way that never exhausts or overwhelms you. If you’re thankful for nothing else that’s come out of the entire ordeal of being isekai’d into this terribly absurd pocket of existence, you’re at least softened by the opportunity to find beauty in places no one else gets to see, even if those places are renowned idiot Floyd Leech.
Like so many other things in Twisted Wonderland, he looks scarier than he is; the simple reality is that he doesn’t pay any mind to the narratives others fit him into, nor is he lacking in the depth that’s endeared him to you beyond your own expectations. He’s funny, he’s chaotic, he’s a quiet mind and a loud lover, reliable in his own right, predictable in his penchant for unpredictability. And one of your best friends!
Okay, so biology with Floyd goes better than what you might’ve expected it to.
It’s not like you’re going to complain. If he weren’t six-foot-whatever and heartwrenchingly pretty, you’d be so content with just best friends, but again, you’re picking your battles here. And Floyd, thankfully, doesn’t have to be one of them.
“Shrimpy,” he snaps, but when you look over, he’s grinning. Floyd tips your textbook shut for you; people are filing out of the classroom. You must’ve tuned out the bell. “Class is over. D’ja hear me?”
“Sorry,” you mumble, grabbing your bag. “What’s up?”
“I said you should study with me later,” he says, folding his arms beside you and tucking his chin into them. He looks up at you adorably. “Anatomy section’s kinda kickin’ my ass.”
Liar, you think at first—but then, maybe he’s not. Despite zoning out today, you recall the content of the past few classes—particularly, a class from last week, in which Crewel spent a whopping five whole minutes (if you were generous) taking a detour to a flimsy conclusion about how marine anatomy and physiology is so often glossed over on land, just by nature, by expectation, by separation or whatever, and for that reason, there isn’t really room for it in the syllabus. Or whatever.
You don’t remember the smart comment Floyd made at this gap in the curriculum, but you remember he made one. And if landfolk life science is by and large as foreign to merfolk as vice versa, you figure maybe he’s telling the truth. Maybe you’ll actually study for once instead of goofing off like you usually do, ending up on the roof of Ramshackle, scrounging in the cafeteria for late-night snacks, or sneaking onto the bus to Foothill Town; his kicked puppy stare tells you so.
“Of course,” you say, gathering your things. “Mine or yours?”
“Mine, duh.” Floyd stands to trail behind you to your astrology class; he has a break after bio, but he always walks with you anyway. “Or send Sealie away, at least, if we do yours. Gotta get serious about this test next week.”
He still jars you a little when he talks so sensibly, but you chuckle anyway. “I can ask the uncles to babysit.” Your two now-sophomore Heartslabyul friends, you mean.
“You’re the best, Shrimpy.” Floyd tosses a jovial arm around your shoulders, and you tuck yours around his waist to keep yourself from tripping on his feet. “Can’t get ya to Trein late or he’ll have both of our asses. What were ya thinkin’ about just now, anyway?”
You, you could blurt, but you don’t. His fingertips toying with the shoulder of your blazer always make it harder for you to think clearly. Shouldn’t you have grown used to this by now? Floyd’s so open with physical affection when it comes to his friends; you hate when your brain makes it into something it obviously isn’t. Only it isn’t obvious that it isn’t, and you’d only ask if you were an iota more certain.
You hum. “Can’t remember.”
“Too bad. You looked real concentrated.” His chin knocks into your head, and you swat him away, laughing. “Love that lil’ brain of yours.”
Please, shut up. You’re not an easily flustered Shrimpy; Night Raven College knows this about you. So, you think, what the hell? “J’you just call my brain little, Leech?”
Cue sunshine laugh again. He doesn’t deny, nor does he confirm, but you know it’s out of love. Friendly love. Fuck, you’ve got it bad.
Before you break away from him to cross the threshold into astrology, Floyd takes you by the shoulders.
“I’m serious, I need help.” He’s got that whiplashingly serious look in his eyes when they snap to yours. “I’ll see you after dinner, yeah?”
You nod, smiling as you internally curse the indelible flush in your skin. You’re so irritatingly sensitive to his charms today. No doubt if he does end up wanting to bail on studying later, you’ll give in. “I’ll text you.”
“Cool.” In an instant, that toothy grin is back. He presses an amiable smooch to the top of your head (complete with loud mwah) and you swear you feel ten degrees cooler as soon as he begins retreating down the hallway. “See ya later!”
You toss him a wave as you duck into Trein’s. Kalim greets you brightly—he also immediately asks you why you look sweaty. You blink, sheepish, and say, “Good afternoon to you, too.”
What you didn’t expect out of biology was to have it so horribly for Floyd Leech.
Night Raven College knows, too, that you generally do a bad job at picking your battles.
It really kind of blows for the mer-students at Night Raven that they don’t teach their fucking anatomy and physiology in bio. Sure, the majority of them probably learn about it under the sea, but then to be thrown into landfolk A&P with no frame of reference to accompany? Talk about a learning curve.
It blows even worse that, right now, Floyd’s zeroed in on two blown-up diagrams right next to each other—the female and male reproductive systems—tongue poking out from behind his sharp teeth, brows knitted as he struggles to remember the names of everything he’s looking at. You’re pretty sure he was joking when he referred to the lymphatic system the limp-fantastic system (and maybe halfway intentional in making it sound like it moonlights as a Bizkit cover band instead of regulating fluids), but it is a lot to take in. Imagine him recounting the bones in the lower extremities some thirty minutes ago before getting to this.
“So, these are the…” Floyd’s circling both illustrations tentatively with his fingertip, and then taps harshly on one. “Okay, I know this is a penis. That’s a wiener. Duh.” He drags his finger, panning over to the other as you snort. “And this is where the babies are made. This is the babymaker. Yep.”
Your chin drops to your chest (even though he’s technically correct) and you sigh through a laugh. “Well, they… yeah.”
“Sorry,” he whines petulantly, more for himself than you, “this is hard! I ain’t never seen any of this stuff before, you know.”
But it’s less his human-anatomical incompetence that’s got you more dismissive than you ought to be for such intense material, and more the fact that since astrology all you’ve been thinking about is Floyd, Floyd, Floyd, just like you always do, like you’re a pathetic middle schooler lovesick for the first time, for their best friend no less. And now, words like penis and babymaker are leaving his mouth, and even though physiology specifically has got to be up there next to abstract algebra as one of the unsexiest areas of rote studying, having the guy you’ve got a massive crush on pick apart the literal stuff that’s inside you is making you feel some inconvenient (but not entirely unwelcome) things. You swear it felt a little romantic just watching and listening to him label the arteries, veins, and capillaries on and around the human heart.
“Weird as all hell I’m part’a this whole new species and I don’t hardly know shit about it.” He grumbles briefly about technicalities and vocabulary as he flops onto his stomach; your mattress creaks out its protest, but he just buries his head in his arms. You hear, muffled, “I’m sick’a this, Shrimpy, let’s do somethin’ else.”
Right, his borrowed human form.
It’s not even a second before you’re trying not to think too hard about the fact that he’s inhabiting a body incredibly biologically compatible with yours. You disguise this train of thought beneath the sound of your textbook smacking closed before you opt to flop next to him, nosediving into your own arms in a similar fashion. Your skin feels like it itches.
Stupid Floyd and his stupid study session and his stupid mouth that never shuts up and that you absolutely want to kiss. You miss the way he peeks up at you quizically with one golden eye, but if you would’ve noticed, you’d be cursing his stupid receptivity that no one ever expects because he acts like a moron. You need to pull it together now. Quit being distracted by your stupid, attractive best friend, quit reminding yourself of his stupid human anatomy, and especially quit wondering if you could get him as worked up over nothing as he’s got you, in mer-form or otherwise, and how it would feel for him—if he’d like it, if he’d like you… If he’d—quit it, quit it, quit it, your stupid human brain chants like a mantra.
Think about anything else. His true form is probably so incompatible with yours, think about that. Think about how he’s actually, like, half a fish. Yeah. There. Crisis averted, battle picked.
“D’you feel alright?” he asks, fingers curling around your arm to feel your forehead. Ruined it, just like that. “You’re warm.”
“I’m fine,” you don’t mean to snap, but you do—even so, his hand doesn’t recoil. Floyd scratches your hair a little, the way one might do to a dog. You could scream at him not to touch you if you didn’t like it so much, but you do—painfully so—which is why you turn your head to face him while his fingers trace lazy half-shapes from your hairline to your temple. You try to sound chipper and not at all strained when you concede, “Let’s do something else. What’d’you wanna do?”
He blinks at you slowly, obviously dissatisfied with your dodge. He still traces, brushing your cheekbone as he studies you. “Something’s on your mind, Shrimpy.”
Stupid receptivity. “Just information overload,” which isn’t entirely a lie. “And I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you. No marine A&P, my ass. You’ve got marine communities well within reach here, so not teaching it’s an outdated excuse for ignorance, if you ask me. But I guess humans are good for that wherever you go.”
Floyd hums, pulling away from you, rolling onto his back, tucking his hands behind his head. “Yeah, that pissed me off, too.”
“‘M pissed for you.” You do give a shit, really, but it certainly doesn’t hurt to have something to channel your intensity into right now.
Quiet settles over you both. You allow yourself a few seconds more of stewing and admiring his side profile, his sharp nose and bitten lips; Floyd looks like he’s pondering. You wish you could pick apart what’s inside him, too. He’s fascinating to you—you love his lil’ brain, too, you know, in more ways than one. It really is an injustice that landfolk don’t know more about merfolk and their glaring similarities and yet, major differences; Floyd’s an emotional, physical, scientific marvel to you. You don’t think you’ve met anyone more interesting. Or easier to love, for that matter.
Fuck.
“I know!” In an instant, he’s on his feet. “Let’s hit the pool. You’re all warm, it’ll cool you off—” He’s tugging you to your feet, grabbing his bag, bright, pointy smile lighting up all at once, “—it’ll be so fun. You can relax, and I haven’t swam in days…”
“That actually sounds perfect.” Yes, back to fish-form with the heathen. You’re quick to toss together a bag of swim things, eager to put mind-numbing, rage-inducing study material and complicated emotions alike to rest for the night. His unreserved laugh when you agree so readily still makes your heart flutter, but you plan to leave it at the door.
Surely, you can leave it at the door.
On the way to the mirror chamber, you’re so eager to leave it behind that you’re asking questions—your mood flipping with his, incidentally—because you’re disgustingly susceptible to him and, as noted before, you do give a shit. Ardent and full of curiosity, just like you always are with him, you shed the limitations of textbook-sanctioned inquiry and launch yourself full-force at reclamation of your own wall-hitting; you can and will get a fucking grip and be normal.
“Is it super different?” you ask.
“What?” Floyd’s rummaging in his bag as you both walk, already aware he forgot a notebook in your room. “Merfolk stuff?”
“Yeah.” You adjust your own bag on your shoulder. “Like, your A&P is probably as different to me as mine is to you. Where I’m from, scientists haven’t observed a whole load of shit about the ocean—it’s more of a mystery to us than outer space. There’s tons we don’t know about morays, you know.”
“Oh, yeah, I mean skeletal system-wise, there are bony fish, and then ones with more cartilage. And either way, the whole structure and makeup is so different since we got no legs, and…”
You listen to him talk all the way through the mirror, into the halls of Octavinelle, past the lounge and onto the sprawling pool deck—it’s empty, much to your relief, sparkling and humid; when you reach down to skim your fingers across the water, it’s refreshingly cool. Floyd’s submerged before you can blink, hardly pausing his spiel; you lift your shirt off and toss it aside, and suddenly he’s aquamarine and soft green, scaly and shiny and webbed and you would tell him to look away while you slip your bottoms on but it’s you who’s staring, really.
“And then merfolk fall sorta in the middle of the venn diagram between humans and fish when it comes to reproduction and shit. Don’t really know how that happened, and I don’t even know how—I don’t think…”
For once in his life, he trails off. You settle at the edge of the pool, dipped in up to your knees, and he swims up to you. Wanna play mermaids? is what you’d usually joke, but as your kicking feet slow to a stop and Floyd’s arms curl up across your lap, all you can do is look down at him, ruminative and a little mystified (no matter how many times you see him in his true form, you’re always taken by its elegance).
“Whatever.” It’s the day of Floyd burying his face in his elbows and looking up at you in a way that makes you want to take a page out of his book and squeeze him until he pops; it certainly doesn’t help that, absentmindedly, your fingers move to card through his wet hair and he hums, low and sweet as you do, so that you feel it in your stomach. “Not like lookin’ at anything on a piece of paper does squat. I’m more of a hands-on learner.”
He blinks up at you through his wet lashes—it should be a criminal offense—and you grin down at him as he splays his palms across your thighs, tracing, tracing little shapes again (fuck, and now you’re looking at his biceps. Stop that!). Your face burns, but you mock confusion to play it off. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re flirting with me, Floyd Leech.”
Less a bold move and more placing the ball in his court because with Floyd, what you see is mostly what you get. Yes, he’s a horrible trickster, but you know him. And if you know him as well as you think you do, he’ll laugh that radiant laugh (which he does) and, next, you’re confident, brush you off and yank you into the water yelling about how his Shrimpy needs to learn to swim like he does so you can keep up with him—yes, he’ll wave the silly little theatrics behind you both and forget it even happened before tomorrow peeks over the horizon.
But he muses, “I am,” not at all coy, because coyness and Floyd don’t go hand in hand.
And you blink at him, all at once a little giddy and disbelieving. “No, you’re not.”
“D’ya not want me to be?” Schroedinger’s flirt. I mean it if you do, but if you don’t, then of course I’m totally joking.
His mismatched gaze is locked steadily on you. You wish he would ever let you hear the end of it if you covered your face with your hands, but he won’t, so you don’t; you just giggle, unable to not, unable to confirm or deny, unable to decide if it’d be better or not for him to say he’s messing with you. It’s always straightforward, except when it isn’t.
“Shrimpy, I’m serious,” he continues when you finally look at him again. He does feign urgency—or maybe he’s not feigning, like his words would imply, as he positively bores into you. “Do you not want me to flirt with you?”
“I—” You suppress your trepidation, doing your best to match his air. “I never said I don’t want you to.”
“Get in the damn pool, then,” he snaps a little bit, impatient—impatient for you, you realize; you’re smirking as he slinks down to tug at your ankles with no real consequence. “C’mon.”
“Make me,” you tease, and something dangerous ingnites in his eyes—something that makes you want to toy with your fingers and look away, but you don’t, because it’s always worth stifling yourself to feed Floyd a little bit of his own medicine. You’ve never watched it have this particular effect on him, though; when you grin evilly at him, he plants his palms on either side of you and rises out of the water to your eye level.
“Don’t piss me off,” he half-barks in your face—sometimes, if you poke him hard enough, you do feel like you’re catching a glimpse of the scary Floyd everyone’s warned you about, but you don’t slink away from it. You kick at him, go to pinch his nose—he makes an attempt to bite your fingers and you laugh and laugh, and he does, too, eventually, the two of you in a duel where you have the upper hand only because he chooses to give it to you (and his hands are literally occupied with holding himself above water).
You wrastle with him, landing a jab to his (infuriatingly well-defined) stomach, snapping your fingers in his face a bit, blowing air in his eyes—before you gather his cheeks between your fingers, squishing his face in a way that makes him scrunch his nose, lips puckered unwillingly, and you—you fucking kiss him. You land a quick peck to his mouth without even thinking, and you release him immediately; he pulls back, but only a few inches, just enough to look at you.
For a moment you think he’ll really get mad. You try not to shrink.
It’s quiet and you can’t tell if his expression is starstruck or disgusted.
A few seconds is a century.
“Kiss me again,” he barks right at you. Like he thinks you won’t.
Your face feels stuck, contorted into a sheepish grin; Floyd’s open mouth, taunting you, luring you in, lets you watch his tongue flick between his rows of sharp teeth and the thought of what they’d feel like in your neck jolts you toward him, your hands grabbing for his strong shoulders; he’s not sure if you’re about to shove him off or devour him whole, but he hangs in that lightning-quick moment of anxiety, thrilled to have your hands on him, all at once assured and with the only hint of apprehension you think you’ve ever seen on his face and you decide you have to, you must—what else could you possibly do but throttle yourself forward, into him, not at all soft or scared as the water envelops you from head to toe and he does just the same?
Beneath the surface is a pillowy, noise-cancelling limbo—you feel like you’ve plunged into a dream, eyes screwed shut and senses dulled where the only vivid things are his hands clutching your waist and his lips on yours. And you kiss him and kiss him, drifting up, suspended, cupping his jaw like you’d start breathing him if you could.
Before you hit oxygen, pockets of air bubble out from between both of your mouths; you’re laughing before you’re inhaling, finding yourself panting to catch your breath—unlike Floyd, who giggles so fully and unapologetic it echoes around the pool deck. The next thing you feel is a cool, slick tail twining around you—your hips, your waist, so you don’t have to flail to stay afloat.
“Here, hold onto me.” His tail slips away with his tense disposition, replaced by laughter that doesn’t cease as you link your ankles behind him at the spot where his human back gives way to his mer-half, and your wrists at the base of his neck. “There ya go.”
You’re not sure if you’re tingling from the impact to the water or from the way his pale teal chest rises and falls so rapidly against yours. He sways back and forth so subtly you’d almost think it was only the rippling of the water; you wane into silence in the crook of his shoulder, like you don’t want to be the first to speak.
But he does (you’d be nervous if he were to be quiet); large, clawed hands slide from your waist to hold you up from beneath your ass.
“I could kiss you again,” he offers into your ear like it’s the most obvious thing—a was that okay? of Floyd fashion, an opening to tell him he’s silly, this was silly, to let you go. He listens to you for alarm bells. You don’t set any off. “Always wanted to do that. Could do anything you want, baby.”
Baby?
What world were you transported to when you resurfaced? It’s the first time he’s called you anything other than Shrimpy, or your name. Something flares in your chest, unfurls down your arms and into your fingertips which trail down to the planes of his chest.
Anything?
Your manner of yes, of promptly shutting that window, is a series of fluttering kisses beneath his ear, over subtle, pulsing gills you’ve never been close enough to notice before, let alone touch. You really can’t curse the A&P curriculum now—it’d be blasphemy. Look where it got you: nipping at your best friend’s throat, quick to wonder what bruises would look like blooming on his aqua skin. You tear into him gently, hearing him hum over hitched breath when you do.
“I mean, I think I could use an interactive lesson if I’m gonna have a shot on this test.” A minute ago, you were the one gasping for breath; now, Floyd sighs to maintain composure, accidentally puncturing your bottoms with his nails while you lick across his jaw. You can’t see his erection, but you can feel it, beginning to press up beneath you as his arousal grows. Merfolk fall sorta in the middle of the venn diagram between humans and fish, he had said; maybe you’re more compatible that you originally assumed, and the fact that you have him hard just from a little bit of kissing and biting is so pathetically cute. Floyd might look real tough, but he’s practically falling apart just the way you fantasized he would earlier today, just as quick if not quicker than you, his cute lil’ Shrimpy—his baby—who’s clearly had more control over him than he’s let onto until now.
You pull back to look into his olivey eyes and he’s half-lidded with something just to the left of restless yearning—like how a predator must look when it’s got its prey backed into a corner.
But you’re hardly prey.
His head cocks like a puppy waiting for a treat. “Ain’t’cha gonna help me out?”
Later, you’ll swear this was him begging, and he’ll deny it; he tries to distract you from it with that sly confidence, his eternal air of never taking anything too seriously, but you have him right where you want him.
Even if he does get one final jab in, sing-songy, grasping onto the last of his smugness. “You could get a little marine anatomy lesson in return, y’know.”
You want to make him squirm back—so you concede, “Alright,” like you’re doing him a favor. In reality, it’s so sweetly dizzying and surprising to drink in his desperation after he’s made you feel crazy for as long as he has. You untangle yourself from him, backing up until you hit the wall so you can hoist yourself upon it once more.
Floyd treads back up to you without having to be told. When you slip your bottoms off, you don’t ask him not to look.
“Ever touched a human like this before?” you ask, more to put him through answering than actually looking to know; you have a pretty good idea, anyway, from the way he just pouts up at you—an answer in itself. You prop one heel up on the edge of the pool and push his drenched hair away from his forehead as he settles a shoulder beneath your still submerged calf, downturned eyes shining.
You look at him so fondly, drag your gentle touch down his face before tilting his chin toward the apex of your thighs; if eels could blush, you’re certain you’d have gotten him with the way you wiggle forward to the edge and spread yourself open with two fingers.
You’d be kidding yourself if you said his hungry gaze and warm breath on your cunt doesn’t affect you just as terribly.
“So,” you clear your throat—this is an anatomy lesson, after all. You’re nothing if not committed to the bit. “A lot of my reproductive anatomy is inside—totally unreachable. But this—”
You demonstratively swipe a finger over your clit.
“—feels real good if you touch it.”
Floyd, self-proclaimed hands-on learner, doesn’t waste a second replacing your finger with his thumb.
You yelp, jumping a bit, for more than one reason. “Watch the claws, Leech.”
He bites his lip through a focused smile—he really is so hot when he actually gives his full, undivided attention to something, and the fact that you’re the something is even better. “Sorry.” He’s hardly sorry.
But he struggles to avoid scratching you up.
“Tell me what to do, baby,” he insists at your ow, ow, ow, lower and more invested than usual—it makes you clench around nothing, makes you feel so empty. You wish his fingers inside you wouldn’t maim you. You suppose that’s an excursion for his other form. His hands instead busy themselves grabbing at your thighs, opening you up, wanting more. “Can I just…?”
You don’t know if oral sex exists under the sea and you don’t really care—either way, Floyd’s unhinged enough to just go for it without you having to tell him, and you simply guide his head the rest of the way to you as his tongue licks a long, experimental stripe up your slit.
“Yeah,” you sigh, “yeah, that feels—”
He keeps licking. Enthusiastically, like one might an ice cream cone. You cover your smiling mouth for a split second before you continue, pushing him away to show him.
“Here, here, here.” Again, you touch yourself—so pulsing and hot compared to how chilly he is. “This little—above the hole, is the—”
“The Exorcist,” he insists, looking deadpan up at you, so Floyd in timing, that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
You try so hard not to snort. Sevens, what kind of media has he been consuming up here? At least he’s maybe, sort of trying? (His bio grade does depend on it, after all.)
“Clitoris,” you correct him, chuckling at the sheer absurdity of this whole situation. It’ll catch up to you in embarrassment if you don’t get his mouth on you in the next five seconds, you’re pretty sure. “See it? Feels really good to touch, lick, suck o—oh!”
Before you can breathe, he’s latched onto you—licking again and pausing where you’ve instructed him, suckling around you and twirling his tongue in a way has you pushing him into you instead of away, now, and you’re going to keep your voice, of course; you’d go as far as to call him somewhat of a natural, but you’re still going to instruct him like a good tutor.
“Y-yeah, that’s it,” you encourage him; his tongue feels long and a little frigid, so unlike anything you’ve felt before, and it’s certainly not working against him. “Just—don’t move down—yeah, like that. G-good boy, Floyd.”
He must like that, because he hums into you; the vibration sends your hips rolling forward into his mouth—you prop your other heel up to spread yourself even wider—and he peers up at you wetly like he wants you to say it again.
When you don’t, his eyes flutter shut, his brow furrows, and his tongue works harder—making you arch, making you croon.
And it falls from your mouth like you can’t help it, “Good boy, right there—mhm!”
Said tongue slips down, prodding your hole; you’re gasping all over again, biting into the back of your hand when Floyd moans into your pussy once more like he’s unaware of the shockwave it sends through you (he probably is), his hands landing at the small of your back to tug you into grinding on his face. He seems to enjoy alternating between tonguefucking you and making out with your clit—if how tight he’s holding you is anything to go off of, anyway, and with the way he moves, the way his elbows come up to rest under you, tense and holding himself up, it seems like he’s humping the pool wall.
The fact that he’s getting off on going down on you makes you want to lay back and curl your thighs around his head. But as much as you’d love to cum in his mouth, as good as his tongue feels drinking you down, now that you know he has a cock, you pretty much need him to fuck you with it.
“Floyd,” you whine, wriggling away from him. He’s hesitant to let you go; his eyes fly open like you’re taking away his favorite toy, which you may as well be. “Floyd—ah, I want you t’fuck me, please?”
That has him happily departing with a lewd smack, nails letting up on your flesh; he looks up at you with a dopey smile, like you’ve just injected him with something that’s sent him skyward, but it doesn’t last long—he’s determined as he pulls you back into the water with real firmness, catching you beneath your arms as you squint for the splash.
When you open your eyes, you’re met with a satisfied and glistening mouth, tongue poking out, lapping you up. “You taste good, Shrimpy.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t call me Shrimpy while we’re fucking.”
Floyd snickers. “Ya like baby better? Maybe I’ll use that all the time from now on.”
“You should,” you agree before he’s kissing you; you’re coiled around him again in an instant, tasting yourself in his spit, sliding a restless hand under the water between both your bodies to thumb his tip.
Floyd bites your lip as you circle him; you half-wish you could see him from an outside point of view, how his eyes are screwed shut, how his jaw flexes and releases when he chokes on his breath, but you know you can’t be anywhere but here—you fully don’t want to be anywhere but here—pleased at the way he bucks into your hand all needy.
When you maneuver him down to drag your cunt along him, you earn your first nasally, full-bodied moan from Floyd Leech—all at once obscene and uncorrupted; you wonder if he’s ever made himself sound like this, if he would even know how to; you nearly growl into his open mouth as his ridges and veins catch on your clit, your entrance. You wonder, too, just how soaked you are right now, riding along his length, which does not by any means feel small, by the way. When you close yourself around him to let him fuck your thighs, you feel his tip reaching past your ass.
And now that he’s started, he’s not going to shut up. “Oh, shit, that feels—Shrim—baby, oh, fuck.”
You wish you’d have dedicated some time to learning his cock—when you catch a glimpse beneath the surface, it seems to be the same darker shade of blue-green that contours the edges of the rest of his body; it’s undoubtedly naturally slick, also not unlike the rest of him, probably as pretty as it feels.
You bite into the freckles across his collarbone as you thrash against each other, all sweat and water and stickiness and teeth. “Want you,” you mumble in his webbed ear. “Spare me the lesson.”
“Alright,” he hisses, letting up like it’s painful. “Your turn.”
It’s in Floyd’s nature to turn on a dime. He was so docile while you let him explore you. His razor-sharp grin threatens you with ruin now that you’re letting him take what he wants, forgetting all about the subject at hand—the topic that got you here in the first place. Nonetheless, he intends to be strict, you can tell—even if you’re the one palming his cock, wetting your lips for more of his rough kisses, hooking your knees over his elbows and guiding him into your cunt.
“This how ya do it?” But he’s got the basics down by now—and with you lining him up, he’s got little more to do than thrust himself forward, but he decides the best way to go about this is to shake his head dismissively, almost annoyed, and bend your knees up to your shoulders, damn near to the pool wall, and all at once he’s in you, filling you up, hitting you deep.
“Floyd!” you squeal, stretched in more ways than one. “Chill!”
“Fuck—can’t,” he groans brokenly; he’s fucking into you already, steady and rigid. His next sentence tumbles out more like one long word, like it might be the last thing he ever says: “Oh, fuck, it feels so good, I gotta move.”
His long tail comes to wind tight and writhing around your middle as he pins you, leveraging your whole body as he keeps an experimental pace, but already, speech escapes him; still, Floyd doesn’t shut up, groaning through uneven whimpers, unabashed and frantic to let you know how you good you feel even if you’ve stolen his voice.
Water swashes around you and you can do nothing but cry out, tangling both hands in Floyd’s drenched hair, your forehead pressed to his.
“‘S’okay, baby, I want it all,” you whine.
And in a second, his hips are brutal against yours.
You can’t see anything below—the way he fucks you deliriously stirs up the water—but you reach down to touch yourself again, jaw slack to your chest as he bends and pounds you; Floyd’s so damn loud you’d worry about being heard if it wasn’t for the way you can feel his dick, ruthless in your guts, turning your brain to pitiable mush. He looks so pretty, eyes all teary and borderline crazed, teeth clenching closed just to be pried open by pitchy moans that send waves of heat straight to the orgasm building in your core.
When he gets his voice back, you’re losing yourself—reminding yourself to keep your eyes open, keep your gaze on him, because you’d rather die than miss the way Floyd looks when he opens his pretty mouth again.
“If you—fuck, ‘m gonna cum in you—‘f you could take it, I’d keep—keep fuckin’ you…”
“Want it,” you breathe, words all strung out and slurred, whole body jostling with the way he batters against your insides, “ngh’I want y’r cum.”
Floyd cusses a few more times—mouth just as filthy as the rest of him for you as you goad him—because you want him, you want him to cum in you, you’re so fucking tight and perfect around him that he knows he’s growing more and more addicting with each rapid-fire slam of his tip against your cervix but he couldn’t stop if he wanted to, and from the way your hips jerk to the flexing and curling of your toes and the whines and moans you sing, muddled and noisy, into the air for him, he doesn’t think there’s a world that exists where he’d want to.
“This is where you’d release your clutch, if ya had one—oh,” he explains, breath quick and hot against your neck as you twitch—you’re so close, he can feel it, the way you clamp around him erratically as each stroke, each thrust distresses his words into little more than gasping and rambling. “A-and I’d—hah, fuck, I’d knock you up so good—”
In your hazy, foggy, humid upswing of pleasure your melting mind remembers his unfinished thought from earlier: I don’t even know how—I don’t think… And oh, fuck, just the thought of it sends you hurdling over the edge, cumming hard, but
the words, too, are leaving you before you can stop them, before you can think too hard about what it is your clipped and breathy voice is babbling—
“G’na breed me? Wanna fill me up with your kids, Floyd? Huh?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah—” he chants back, ruined, “G’na fuckin’ take it all for me, aren’t’cha, baby?”
“Fuck, I need it,” you’re unsure if you whisper or scream—your nails are harsh in his shoulders and his teeth are buried in your neck, muffling rough, rhythmic cries as he cums, throbbing inside you; he cums so fucking much, you can feel it, filling you to the brim, coating every inch of you he can reach, trembling and spasming and fuck, he can’t stop—it feels like forever and too soon when he slows to a stop, buried in you, letting up on your neck and dropping your legs to grab either side of your head and kiss you long and hard, both of you half-humming, half-whining into each other.
Between labored breaths and lazy kisses you spend a good few minutes rocking into one another—biting at lips, hands wandering, tongues poking, until eventually you’re both just play-fighting, snickering quietly, touching in ways that are spent of sex and yet still wholly intimate.
When he calms a bit, scarily serious in that way only Floyd can get, he asks you, “You gonna be mine ‘er what?”
“I’m already yours, Leech.” You flick water at him, resigned, and wriggle a bit. One golden eye winks to dodge, and he’s grinning, so familiar; as he untangles himself from you, helping you back up onto the tile, he mocks relief.
”Good. Would be kinda awkward if you weren’t.”
Water settling is the only sound across the pool deck as you towel off, shuffle your shorts back on. In the silence, Floyd twirls around the water and starts to sing a stupid little song—totally off-key and fully content, I love my Shrimpy, I love my Shrimpy…
Until the lights start to flicker, and you hear the extremely vexed voice of a certain Mostro Lounge owner from the far hallway—
“If you’re done, get the fuck out! My students are trying to sleep!”
And in another blink, Floyd is human and wild-eyed, on the deck pulling his shorts on and running—he catches your hand in his, mumbling something about how he’s gonna ace this test and Azul can suck it—and he’s laughing, running, and you wouldn’t rather be doing anything but the same.
🍓Hiii, all characters are 19, as per my rules! Please peruse them if you have an issue! Better yet, block me! Kisses <3 Anyway, this isn’t JUST about their characteristics that are unique, but focuses on cultural ideas (that i headcannon), and physical differences. It’s not as hot as you’d think it would be.
TW: Explicit Sexual Content; Biting, blood, and drinking(?) of blood; References to restraining (you receiving); potential biology inaccuracy (I’m a humanities major, forgive me)
MDNI 18+
Cultural Differences
I see a lot about the mating rituals of the less than human members of our cast, but one thing that sticks out to me is the fact that no one really acknowledges JUST how different the octatrio’s physical/cultural differences are. The cultural views around sex and pleasure are very different below sea level, and as such there’s a lot of confusion between the three of them during sexual intimacy. Different parts, different reasons for doing it.
See, sex for pleasure isn’t really a thing where they come from. It’s rather dangerous, in Azul’s case, and pointless for the tweels. Reproduction for eels is done mostly without contact, fertilizing released eggs with sperm, so the two of them don’t really see the big deal. Octopi usually die after childbirth, luckily Azul’s mother was spared the fate, but reproduction isn’t something he’s checking off his bucket list until far after he’s made a name for himself on the surface. Simply put: there’s no reason for it, so why should they care?
Physical Appearance
All three of them do have some kind of genitalia, of course. Jade and Floyd’s are hidden within a slit in their gills, pretty much impossible to notice unless they’ve got it out for any reason. [Logically, they actually wouldn’t have any phallus, because Moray Eels (from what I found) have internal sexual organs, but since they’re mermen we’ll ignore that.] They’re not impressively big, it has to hide away most of the time, so it would be difficult if it didn’t fit inside them, but they’re kinda cool. All teal like them without scales, they curve straight up to their stomachs. It’s quite the sensitive appendage, too, far more sensitive than their human penis.
Azul is more “traditional”, but still not human. It’s functionally another arm, just with the added ability to ahem impregnate. You wouldn’t be able to tell it apart from his other appendages, if not for the fact that it was far shorter. Rest assured, he won’t be grabbing you with it, it’s too sensitive for that. He can, however, move it at will so if that’s something you’re interested in he’d be happy to oblige. Some octopi have venom to “sedate” their mate, so-to-speak. He frequently forgets that he has said venom in the moment, and while it’s non-deadly to humans, he always panics when you go loopy and limp on him.
In their human forms their penises are regular, sorry to break hearts. The transformation potion wouldn’t make an exception just for reproductive organs. The three of them find them odd and inconvenient, particularly Azul, but adjust well enough. Jade and Floyd have the hardest time, considering how they’ve never had to worry about an organ existing outside of their main body. Floyd finds his penis kind of funny after a while, and Jade wonders how he can use it to his advantage.
Sexual Ideals/Preferences
Leading us, of course, to their serious lack of knowledge about human intercourse. Of course, the three of them looked into it on their own time. They’ve watched their fair share of porn, and done plenty of ‘experimenting’ by themselves. It was also a small part of their curriculum in the land boot camp, basic things like how it’s done and how to have it safely. They understand, they get that part. Yet, actual sexual encounters are few and far between if at all.
They just kind of don’t get it. At all. Sex for pleasure doesn’t make any sense.
We’re they to have a romantic partner however, they could be convinced rather easily. They’re curious after all, anything slightly interesting and they’re hooked — and you are certainly interesting. Your body is interesting, much different from their own, much more… titillating when it belongs to someone else.
Sex is much more intimate in these squishy bodies, you have to be so close to copulate, it’s rather comfortable. Warm.
They each come to find that they have particular preferences when it comes to your human body and the act of sex. There is so much on you that simply isn’t available in the sea, so much to explore, and trust me they do explore.
Azul has a firm preference for your thighs, particularly when his head is between them. They’re so plush and warm, not to mention the treat that awaits him between them. He’s found that silver tongue of his is good for more than just negotiating. Having always had an expensive pallet when it comes to his food, he feels he’s rather blessed to be the only one able to afford this one. He’s not addicted (though, with how often he’s on his knees for you, you’d beg to differ), but he has a healthy sex drive. Once a week, maybe more, but it’s steady and consistent. He can usually predict and plan around when he starts feeling a certain way for you.
Jade likes your ass, though you’d never hear him say that. It’s a soft, round thing, ripe for the touching. And touch it he does, often, whenever he can really. It doesn’t matter the position, his hands will find their way to your rear and he will give Floyd a run for his money with how much he squeezes it. Truthfully, he could never give up such a treat. His libido is shockingly (or not so much) high. Having gotten a taste of you, he wants to experience it as much as he can in as many ways as he can. Several times a week he’ll pull you aside for a little “alone time”, sometimes more than once in a day. He can’t help himself for going for seconds, you’re just so delicious.
Floyd, and I’m sorry to say this, likes your feet. It doesn’t matter if they’re calloused or smooth, dry or not he’s a fan. Something about the curve of them, the way your toes curl up when he pleasures you, they’re so pretty. Excuse him for thinking all of you deserves his attention. His sex drive tends to ebb and flow with his mood. Some days he’s completely uninterested, other days you’re not making it to a single class. It’s all up to chance, but you can pretty easily get him in the mood if you want to. He thinks you’re real tempting after all.
Other Quirks
While love bites are common, calling what Jade and Floyd give you love bites would be… difficult. They are just bites, bloody ones at that. They scar and typically have to be bandaged in the following days after they give them — not that they care. It is not a mating thing that eels do, these two just like the way you taste. Your blood tastes like warm metal in the best ways possible. Oh! Don’t worry, they won’t eat your flesh, just lap at the crimson liquid as it rolls down your shoulder.
As mentioned before, Azul has some kind of venom as a defense mechanism. It’s not deadly, just leaves you feeling a bit woozy. It terrifies him to no end that it is causing you distress, but if anything, it makes the pleasure all the more enjoyable. You’re literally high off him, and everything feels ten times better with his venom in your veins. With a lot of sugar talking (and a very, very detailed contract, for your safety), you could convince him to inject it before the act just to see how much fun you two can have.
It does not occur to the twins that you might want to have sex with them in their eel forms. While they could pick up on that fact without issue, they just don’t believe you’ll really enjoy it. They’re not… very big, not as big as they are in their human forms, and that could be a libido killer. Luckily, or unluckily, that’s not the reason you’d want to have sex with them in that form. Furthermore, they’re incredibly sensitive like that, since the members themselves rarely see the open sea — let alone the touch of another person. Have fun with them, but be nice.
Azul, on the other hand, is painfully aware of a so called “tentacle fetish” (thank you Idia), and so easily understands that you not only would want to, but exactly what you’re looking for. Unfortunately, it takes a lot of time before he’s okay with doing such a thing. When he is, though, he’s pretty liberal about bending you around and restraining you with his extra arms. He’s incredibly strong in this form, and he’s not afraid to abuse that for your pleasure. Not to mention he can taste every inch of you through his suckers. You may be left with rings of bruises across your body, but boy will you be left satisfied in the end.
The twins are bioluminescent, and they have impeccable night vision. Aka, they don’t need lights to see all of you. These things don’t give them any advantage over other men per se, but it makes them rather pretty, and they both do like it when your eyes are on them.
The twins don’t have a mating season, at least not a traditional one. Usually when it starts warming up outside, during summer or late spring, is when they start to get a little frisky. They’ll be up your ass the whole time until you get the hint, and then you’ll be bedridden for a week after their little stint. Worry not, you’ll get nothing but the best for your recovery.
Azul, on the other hand, has two mating seasons. He’s far better at suppressing his urges compared to the twins, but he still has urges. He’s surprisingly very gentle during his season, knowing intrinsically that he wants to be more… primal… so he needs to be gentle lest he hurts you or causes some kind of loss of trust. Push him enough though and you might just get to see what he can really do with those tentacles.
