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Leona Kingscholar | Hunger

Summary: What if Leona Kingscholar?

Warning: Content contains suggestive themes, slightly OOC

You weren’t sure of the turn of events that had led to your current state. It started off from a small discovery—your flustered expression and your dismissal over his approaches that had caught his attention, which then developed into a challenge he wouldn’t back down from.

Leona was mostly amused by the whole exchange. It was rare for him to feel this motivated in proving someone wrong and he knew it wasn’t like him to act this way, but the reactions you gave were far more rewarding than he’d expected; he couldn’t get enough of it.

That’s why it’s unsurprising that things had led to the exact situation you’re trapped in. In the hallway, though empty of students risked the possibility of being caught red-handed easily, he’d caged you between him and the wall he’d shoved you over. Leona let out a laugh, tails swinging lazily before it wrapped itself on one of your legs.

“Fine by me, I’ll repeat it until that’s all you can think about.” his arms tightened around you, preventing you from escaping. You could feel his body flushed against yours and his breath close to your ear as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck. His hand stroked the side of your body in an agonizingly slow manner that made you feel light.

“Hey herbivore, did you know?” you could feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke, his drawled out voice audible only to your ears sending shivers down your spine. “Everything you do drives me crazy, did you know that?”

His smirk ghosted against your skin and you froze on your spot. It was a form of mockery—a taunt that tested your limits. You almost let out a shriek when you feel a cold sharp nab on your neck. He knows what he’s doing; he’s doing it on purpose.

“Wait—” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he crashed his lips into yours. Any sound you made was swallowed hungrily by the beast who had you trapped in his intoxicating kiss, leaving you weak in his arms as you feebly clutched onto his clothes. Only by the mercy of the Great Seven were you given the chance to pull away, taking in as much breath as you can. Your bleary eyes close to tears were only able to focus on the sight of his emerald eyes that were staring at you like a lion would at its prey craving for more.

His face was no longer smiling.

“I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.”

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Trey Clover | Apology

Summary: Vampire!Trey. That’s all I can say

Warning: Content contains suggestive theme, and vampire stuff

A vow he declared within the depths of his heart to keep you pristine from harm.

Never once had Trey drawn a single drop of blood from you, despite your reassurance that he had your full trust. Knowing him, you’re sure he’d treat you with utmost care and respect. Yet he insisted on finding alternative ways to keep his quench, avoiding the possibilities to fall into such situations itself.

“—the last thing I want is to hurt you.” He said softly, with a soft embrace and peck on the cheek. You could only nod as you bury yourself into his scent, drowsiness kicking in fast.

But alas, things must come to an end when his impulse sprung on him way too sudden, and now you lay beneath him—arms pinned up against the soft fabric that he could visualise to be stained red soon. His mouth was wide agape, though it's trembling from moving any closer to your neck that looked utterly delectable right now.

He bit his lips to shut his mouth.

It quickly bared open its fang without his permission.

God, does he wish he could stop his primal instinct sometimes. It didn’t help that you remain unmoving, void of the will to struggle despite being at the close proximity with danger itself. A danger he’d be if you didn’t push him away as every second passing by became unbearable to him.

"Trey." you called out in a low voice that turns his already clouded mind into haywire, as if your presence was not awful enough to break his will. "Drink."

And how could he refuse such a tempting offer? A hesitant pause, then a gulp filled with desire when you'd compliantly offered your body to him, ever-so-slowly inching closer to your neck. Hot breath against your neck that had your skin tingling in anticipation of the incoming pain made you unconsciously hold your breath. 

A mutter of heartfelt apology and a promise to make up for it later, before his teeth broke into your skin.