SUMMARY: Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you must—
But you can’t blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
CHARACTERS: Trey Clover / Leona Kingscholar / Jade Leech / Jamil Viper / Idia Shroud / Silver x F!Yuu (Reader) 50% chance to a have a few new characters at the end
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, virginity loss.
COMMENTS: All characters are +18 Part two here - Part three here
Divider @enchanthings
Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rules—the oh-so-“questionable” rules of Heartslabyul—but for some reason, whether it’s the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddle’s territory, this party doesn’t even feel… unusual anymore.
Maybe it’s also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion won’t be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.
“Trappola tradition,” you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.
Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.
Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” and Epel’s already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.
Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him away—he’s not immune to the spirit of the party… and maybe he’s already had a taste of the punch.
You try to take it easy, but it’s hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly you’re part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.
You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pockets—not before slipping a couple into your hands, though. “Eat up! Or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.
The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much you’ve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.
You remember Vil’s perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. “Having fun, darling?”
You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuce—apparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus… well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.
Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someone’s breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your ear—was it a white or red rose? It doesn’t matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin that’s barely even trying to be subtle.
The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and you’re wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.
Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone else’s, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.
When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and there’s that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and you’ve got hair in your face.
Your head hurts—no, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the pain’s still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.
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Trey
When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.
His hips… bare.
His chest is bare too.
You look down at your own body and—bingo—you’re naked too.
And these aren’t your sheets, this isn’t your pillow, and obviously, this isn’t your dorm bed.
Holy… fuck.
You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half… half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?
Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Trey’s hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.
The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Trey’s lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?
His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldn’t escape.
Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.
You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.
“You like how I fill you up, right? You’re so wet, so beautiful,” he’d murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.
The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.
Trey’s name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.
The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.
Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees you—serene… and breath taking.
“Good morning.”
Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and you’re already wet again.
“Did you sleep well? Headache?”
Is it that obvious?
“Uh… yeah, yeah, a little.”
Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look… but fail.
Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this man’s torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, and…
Marks?
He has marks on his neck?
Some are obviously hickeys… others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.
You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.
“Did we…?” It’s a dumb question—you obviously had sex—but you need to hear it from him.
“Yup… several times, actually.”
The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Are you regretting it?”
Please, this man can’t be any sweeter or he’d cause diabetes.
Trey kisses your temple when he realizes there’s not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.
Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.
OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!
And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass… and his cock, half-hard.
Trey notices you’re basically devouring him with your eyes… “Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?”
He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.
Ah… you could die peacefully in that bed.
Leona
It’s the heat that you notice first—something heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession
Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something… wild. It’s accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.
You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so you’re forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.
You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.
Wait… fur?
Is he holding you with a tail?
A TAIL?!
You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leona’s bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.
You follow the line of that arm and realize you’re naked too…
You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.
Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasn’t used just for sleeping.
You try to move, but Leona’s arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.
“Going somewhere, little mouse?” His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.
You turn your head and meet the lion’s wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant… well, very arrogant.
That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.
You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for… quite a while.
“What happened last night?” Your mind is racing and your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest.
Leona growls softly, though he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that you’re covering your “modesty.”
“After how loud you were all night, I figured you’d remember at least something.”
Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but it’s useless. You’re in his bed, in his territory.
“Did we… sleep together?”
“Sleep?” You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. “Oh, we did more than sleep… want me to remind you?”
He doesn’t need to. Your body does it for him.
Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.
You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they don’t hurt, but you know they’re going to be bright red well into the morning.
Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each other’s mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, “Do you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?”
His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.
“Say my name, again. Do it again” every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.
His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?
His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.
The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. “Please, harder… harder, Leona” How could he possibly say no?
You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.
His strong hands on your ass, “helping” you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.
Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. “That’s it, little mouse, fill yourself up with me”
“You were wild—I barely managed to get your clothes off,” Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.
“Not that I’m complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.”
You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. “Please, stop.”
Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. You’re caged, completely at his mercy.
And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.
“You look incredibly tempting.” His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.
He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. “Want another round? Or breakfast so you don’t pass out on top of me?”
You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.
“Breakfast… then we’ll see.”
He pecks your lips softly. “Good girl.” And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.
Jade
Why does the silence feel like you’ve been swallowed by the sea?
And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?
The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.
And it’s a kind of dimness you haven’t seen in Ramshackle for a long time… which means, this is not your room.
Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.
You try to move but there’s a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.
Bare skin…
BARE SKIN?!?!
You sit up—and it’s a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.
“Ah… looks like you’ve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last night…”
You turn your head to find Jade’s smile—small and polite, but absolutely terrifying.
“Does my pearl need something to make her morning… more productive?”
“Jade…” your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.
“Ah, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?”
The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:
Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his room—his bed.
His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.
Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.
Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.
“Come on, little pearl, cum for me” the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.
Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldn’t move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.
The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.
You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, “holy shit”
He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading… only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.
“Overwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say… you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.”
Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. He’s so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.
You’re his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked… it’s intoxicating to him.
He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.
“Dare to tell me you regret it, little one.” When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.
“Excellent,” he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. “So, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?”
You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.
“I won’t let you surface just yet, my pearl”
Jamil
For a few blissful seconds you think you’re safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle… until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.
Yeah… you’re not in Ramshackle.
Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, you’ll have to.
Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture… Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.
Okay, one problem solved; now… who’s breathing against your neck, slow and steady?
You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. He’s on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.
You blink—once, twice, three times.
One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.
You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.
Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush… more than they already were from the punch.
His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of dance—one that didn’t need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.
The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.
Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.
The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.
His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, “Look at me, habibti” every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamil’s long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.
Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.
You let out a whimper, and that’s when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.
“Morning”
Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. “Oh my Sevens… what happened last night?”
Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.
“You don’t remember anything?”
“Fr-fragments.”
You feel his hand sliding down your thigh… and realize you’re also naked under the sheets.
Okay, yep, we fucked… got it.
“You were bold. Even eager.”
His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.
“I regret not doing this sooner,” is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.
You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumbling—but all you care about is melting in Jamil’s arms.
“Let me take care of you, habibti,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make you forget about your hangover”
And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, you’re pretty sure you don’t want to remember anything but this.
Idia
The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.
The first thing you notice is that the bed feels… off—not the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.
Second, your head is about to explode; third, you’re naked and there’s a chill in the air, as if warmth doesn’t exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.
You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.
Blue light… you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.
You bolt upright when you realize you’re not just in Idia’s room… you’re completely naked in Idia’s room.
There’s a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.
You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.
Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.
There’s a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.
“HOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“N-NO!! I’M NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgod—”
Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s bigger and taller than it.
He’s about to combust
“I died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekai’d to some forbidden erotic world…”
You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. “Ow!”
“This is real, Idia! We actually had sex!”
Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.
Idia’s inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.
His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, “Are you sure? I-I’ve never—” and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.
The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.
His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.
Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failed—twice—begging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. “Why is this so complicated? This… never happens in doujins…”
The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside you—slick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.
Him finishing ‘embarrassingly’ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.
His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.
The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.
You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.
Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.
“I-it’s not like… I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just… this is… max difficulty! Like, y-you’re like a goddess… most beautiful OP character… y-yeah and I—”
“And you’re Idia… was it at least good for you?”
His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.
“Good?! It was… it was overlord level. Uh. You were… really… really—”
Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.
After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. It’s almost cute...
No, it’s very cute. And funny.
You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.
Game over for virginity, am I right?
Silver
You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body… way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.
Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors… and something silver blurring your vision.
Silver’s hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyes—clear and bright—locked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.
The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.
Girl… you’ve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.
Ahhhh… his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’s beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.
How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?
Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why can’t you feel them? Or rather… why do they feel so wet?
Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.
I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.
You can’t stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:
Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet things—and something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.
The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.
His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.
His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.
Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.
His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.
But your moans and pleas for him to go faster—“More, Silver, please, more”—made it a little difficult.
“I’ll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tight”
And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.
You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.
Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way you’re clutching the sheet… adorable.
“Good morning beautiful”
And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.
“Are you alright?” he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.
Boom, straight to the heart.
For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe… maybe, there’s regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.
Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every day”
A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.
And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lips—savoring the promise of more in the future.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Anticipation shivers under your skin.
“Don’t stop”
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Ace … and ... Deuce
You wake up with the worst hangover of your life—moving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isn’t even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.
There’s a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear you’ll never drink punch again… never drink punch that’s been tampered with by Ace; hell, you’ll never go to another party again.
You roll over and two things hit you: first, you’re naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.
A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.
Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyes—and they lock with yours.
God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty”
“Call me that again and I’ll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.”
Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh… followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.
You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize he’s just as naked as you.
“Ace… what the hell did you do?”
You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All that’s left is to cover your face and you’d be a mummy.
“Aww, don’t make that face, you’re the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.”
“You’re the one who spiked it!!”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were begging us for more—”
You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.
“What the fuck… why are you two so noisy?”
Deuce’s voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.
You look at him… he looks at you… his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body… Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.
“What happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!”
Between the throbbing headache and Deuce’s panicking, you try to remember a little more of this… wild rebellious night.
You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.
Their taste—Ace like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.
The three of you running through Ramshackle’s halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.
The bed—Sevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Ace’s mouth on your neck, Deuce’s trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.
Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.
Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.
The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.
“Look how we’re breaking you, baby. You’re so wet… I could drown in here,” Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuce’s pelvis with every thrust.
“That’s it, pretty, just like that, don’t stop, swallow it all,” Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.
The way they took turns—one in your pussy, the other in your mouth… but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.
The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.
The moment you didn’t just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Ace’s too.
You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.
Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.
The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuce’s arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful way—until he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.
Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.
“I’m never drinking your punch ever again,” Deuce growls, holding his head.
“Don’t you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?”
Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.
The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.
Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong… very strong… arm.
Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.
Your head may be pounding, but at least you’re laughing in the arms of these two idiots.
It was a peaceful afternoon in the Rosehearts household, tea steaming gently on the table, a book resting on Riddle’s lap as he enjoyed a rare quiet moment. That calm, of course, didn’t last long.
“Papa?” a small voice piped up.
Riddle looked up from his book to see his son, clutching something behind his back. His expression softened immediately. “Yes? What is it?”
The boy fidgeted a little before pulling out a colorful picture book. “I found this in the library! It says babies come from a lady’s belly.”
Riddle blinked. His heart skipped a beat. “…Ah. Yes, that’s… technically correct.”
The boy tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. “But how do they get in there?”
Riddle’s face went pale in an instant. His teacup trembled slightly as he set it down with a clink.
He opened his mouth once. Closed it. Opened it again. “…That’s… quite the question,” he said carefully, voice a touch higher than usual.
His son just waited patiently, eyes expectant.
“Well…” Riddle began, straightening his posture and trying his best. “That’s… a topic for when you’re a bit older. Much older, in fact.”
“But I wanna know now!”
Riddle’s composure was visibly cracking. His ears were red, and his hand twitched like he wanted to point at something…anything…just to avoid the conversation.
“Er…tell me, where did you find that book?” he asked quickly, slipping into full on parent mode. “Perhaps I should… ah… put it somewhere safer.”
His son blinked up at him innocently. “It was on the bottom shelf in the library. Next to the gardening books!”
“Of course it was,” Riddle muttered under his breath, massaging his temple.
He stood and gently patted his son’s head. “Thank you for telling me, dear. Why don’t you go wash your hands and get ready for snack time? I’ll, ah… take care of this book for now.”
As the little boy skipped away happily, Riddle sighed in relief, clutching the offending picture book to his chest. He definitely wasn’t ready for that conversation. Maybe when his son turned sixteen. Or twenty.
He glanced toward the kitchen, where you were humming to yourself, and murmured under his breath, “You’re handling the next round of questions, my rose.”
Leona Kingscholar
The late afternoon sun was warm, golden, and perfect for napping. Leona was stretched out on the couch in the living room, one arm slung over his face, tail flicking lazily against the cushions. He was deep in dreamland, that rare, blissful state where no one was pestering him about duties or responsibilities.
At least… until a small voice shattered the peace.
“Daddy!”
He groaned, one eye cracking open. “…Im sleeping, cub.”
His daughter, of course, didn’t care. She bounced up beside him, eyes wide with that unstoppable curiosity she definitely inherited from you.
“So, I was with Uncle Ruggie today,” she began, completely ignoring his grumbling. “We were buying fruit, and I saw this lady with a huge belly! I asked Uncle Ruggie why it was so big, and he said she’s pregnant!”
Leona’s tail stopped moving.
“Uh-huh…” he said warily.
“Then I asked him how the baby got in there!?” she continued innocently. “And he said I should ask you!”
Both his eyes snapped open.
That traitor.
He sat up, squinting at his daughter for a long, silent moment while mentally debating whether to strangle Ruggie later or fake dead his way out of this conversation.
But her wide, curious eyes and trusting little face made him sigh in defeat.
Alright. Time to improvise.
“Well, you see, cub…” he started slowly, scratching his neck. “When a man and a woman really love each other, they… uh… wanna get close to each other.”
She tilted her head. “Like hugging?”
Leona froze for a beat, then seized on the opportunity. “Exactly. Hugging. When a woman hugs a man too much, sometimes a baby starts growin’ in her belly.”
Her eyes went wide. “Really!?”
“Yep” he said, nodding, proud of his quick save. “So, you’d better not let any little boys hug you, got it?”
She gasped and nodded fiercely. “Okay! No boys allowed!”
“’Atta girl” he said with a grin, already lying back down.
But then
“What about you, Daddy? You’re a boy too!”
Leona cracked a lazy smile, patting her head. “Family doesn’t count. You can hug me all you want, cub.”
Satisfied with his brilliant parenting, he went right back to sleep.
A few days later…
Leona was rudely awakened again, this time by you standing over him, arms crossed, foot tapping, with your phone in hand.
“Leona Kingscholar” you said in that dangerous calm voice.
He cracked one eye open. “…what’d I do now?”
You crossed your arms tighter. “Why did Jack just call me to say our daughter refused to hug him because she ‘doesn’t want a baby in her belly’!?”
Leona blinked. Then blinked again.
Then snorted, tail flicking lazily as a smirk spread across his face. “Hah. Guess she listens well. Smart kid.”
You gawked at him. “Leona!”
He chuckled and rolled over, muffling his laughter in a pillow. “What? I was improvisin’, herbivore. Better she learns that than the real thing.”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You’re impossible.”
Azul Ashengrotto
It was a calm, quiet evening drive, or, well, it had been.
Azul’s hands rested neatly on the steering wheel, eyes on the road, the faint hum of the engine mixing with the rhythmic tap of his fingers. The wind through the open window made him feel almost relaxed after a long day of paperwork.
In the backseat, his daughter was happily swinging her legs, clutching a little plush octopus that Jade had given her earlier.
“I had sooo much fun with Uncle Jade today!” she said brightly. “He even let me watch TV!”
Azul’s smile twitched. “…He did, did he?”
He loved his business partner like a brother, but too much screen time for his little girl? That was not on the list of approved activities. He made a mental note to discuss this with Jade later.
“What did you watch, sweetheart?” he asked, forcing a calm tone.
“A documentary!” she chirped proudly. “It was about octopuses! Did you know they come from eggs?”
Azul blinked. “Ah, yes, I’m aware.”
“Uncle Jade said that baby octopuses hatch from eggs, and I saw it!” she continued, eyes wide. “So… does that mean I came from an egg too?”
Azul nearly swerved.
He cleared his throat, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “N-No, my dear, absolutely not. You did not come from an egg.”
She tilted her head, confused. “Then… where did I come from?”
He tried to choose his words very carefully. “From your mother’s belly.”
For a blissful three seconds, there was silence. Azul allowed himself a small sigh of relief. Maybe that would be the end of it…
“But how did I get in Mommy’s belly?”
Azul froze.
His jaw locked, his eyes flicking toward the road like they could save him from this question.That was the exact moment he realized, he made a terrible, terrible mistake.
The car went quiet for several seconds.
Finally, Azul inhaled deeply through his nose, straightened his tie, and with the smoothest voice he could muster said
“That… is an excellent question, darling.”
A pause.
Then, with a perfectly polite smile that masked his absolute internal panic
“I think… your mother can explain that one far better than I can.”
“Really?” she asked. “But you’re smart, Daddy!”
His eye twitched. “Y-Yes, well, even geniuses know when to defer to the proper authority.”
She beamed, totally oblivious. “Okay! I’ll ask Mommy when we get home!”
Azul’s knuckles went white around the steering wheel. “…Wonderful.”
By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was sweating. The moment he saw you at the door, he gave you that please handle this before I collapse look.
You blinked, already suspicious. “Azul? Everything alright?”
He adjusted his glasses with a stiff smile. “Oh, yes, my pearl. Our daughter just had… a few educational questions for you.”
And then he fled to his office before you could ask why.
Jamil Viper
It was one of those calm afternoons when everything was, for once, normal. Just Jamil quietly chopping vegetables in the kitchen while the smell of spiced curry filled the air.
Then, his son came in, dragging his favorite toy snake by the tail.
“Dad?”
Jamil hummed without looking up, still chopping onions with practiced ease. “Mm?”
“I’m lonely at home” the boy said, lower lip puffed out. “I want a little brother or sister to play with.”
Jamil paused, his knife hovering in the air. Ah. There it was. The kind of conversation he was not emotionally prepared for before lunch.
He turned slightly, offering a patient smile. “That’s… not really something you can just get in a minute, you know. It’s not that easy.”
“But why?”
“Because…” he started, already regretting opening his mouth. “…babies are… complicated.”
His son tilted his head, clearly not satisfied. “Where do babies come from, then?”
Jamil froze. His expression didn’t change, outwardly calm, perfectly neutral, but internally, he was screaming.
He stood there for a long moment, considering all his options. Then, with the same cool composure he gave the smartest answer he could think of
“You should ask your mother.”
And that was that. Or so he thought.
Five peaceful minutes passed. He went back to chopping vegetables, humming softly to himself, mentally congratulating his quick thinking. Then tiny footsteps returned.
He didn’t even turn around when he heard his son’s voice again. “Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Mom said to tell you…”
The tone. Jamil already knew this wasn’t going to end well. He slowly turned, raising an eyebrow. “…What did she say?”
“She said, ‘I carried, now you explain it.’”
Jamil blinked. Once. Twice. Then stared blankly at the wall like his brain had just blue screened. There was a long, painful silence. The kind that only happened when Jamil was truly defeated.
He finally exhaled, setting down the knife and rubbing his temples. “…Of course she did.”
His son watched, eyes bright. “So? Where do they come from?”
Jamil gave him a long, serious look, the kind that could silence a whole room.
Then he said, in the calmest voice possible “You know, maybe it’s time you and your mother both went to visit Uncle Kalim. I’m sure he’d love to explain it.”
“Really? Yay!” the boy cheered and ran off toward the living room, leaving Jamil staring into the middle distance.
He sighed deeply, muttering under his breath, “If Kalim actually tries, I’m moving out.”
Vil Schoenheit
The court of Princess Schoenheit’s tea party was in session.
Plastic tiaras, sparkling tulle skirts, mismatched dolls and at the center of it all sat Vil and his little daughter, sipping “tea” from pink plastic cups with all the grace.
“Thank you for the invitation, my darling” Vil said smoothly, crossing one leg over the other with dramatic elegance. “This blend of chamomile is divine.”
His daughter giggled, her golden curls bouncing. “Thank you Papa! I made it myself!”
“Of course you did,” he said proudly, pretending to take a delicate sip. “Flawless as expected from my daughter.”
They continued their sophisticated chatter for a while, discussing her stuffed animals latest scandals and who would host the next tea party. Then Vil, in his ever graceful way, decided to bring up some real world news.
“By the way, my dear” he said, smiling warmly, “Uncle Rook and his wife going to have a baby soon.”
Her eyes widened, her little hands gripping the teapot with excitement. “Really?! Then we can have another tea party guest!”
“Indeed” Vil said with a pleased hum. “Another precious little one to add to our circle.”
But then she blinked, her expression turning thoughtful. “…Papa? Where did Uncle Rook get the baby?”
Vil froze for half a second. His perfectly trained smile faltered, just a flicker, before returning in place. Oh, Seven help him. He should have seen that question coming.
“Well…” he began, setting down his cup “when a man and a woman truly love one another, a stork brings them a baby. That’s how it’s always been.”
A harmless tale, of course. She was too young for anything more, and honestly, a touch of whimsy suited the occasion.
But instead of the awe he expected, his daughter grimaced. “Eww, I don’t like boys, boys are gross.”
Vil blinked, then immediately, immediately, nodded in full agreement.
“Yes. Yes, they are” he said, leaning closer. “They are terribly messy, often inconsiderate, and most of them do not even moisturize.”
She gasped in horror. “They don’t?!”
“Tragic, isn’t it?” Vil said with a sigh, hand pressed dramatically over his chest. “Which is why you mustn’t even bat an eye at them. Keep your standards high, my darling. Only family, your Papa, and perhaps Uncle Rook are exceptions.”
She nodded with determination, her little brow furrowed. “Okay! I’ll only love you, Mommy, Uncle Rook, and Grandpa. No boys.”
Vil smiled, satisfied, and very proud of himself. “Excellent choice, my love. I see you’ve inherited my taste and my wisdom.”
He lifted his teacup again and took another imaginary sip.
Idia Shroud
The lab was quiet, soft hum of machines and the frantic tapping of Idia’s keyboard. His hair glowed a low, steady blue as he mumbled to himself about codes, fully immersed in his latest program.
Everything was perfect, until a small voice broke his concentration.
“Dad.”
Idia flinched so hard his knee hit the underside of the desk. “Huh?! Wh-What-oh, it’s just you.”
He turned to see his son standing at the doorway, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out in the same adorable pout that Idia could never say no to.
“Uh… hey, champ. You look kinda serious. What’s up?”
The boy’s eyes narrowed. “I want a sibling.”
Idia’s hands froze over the keyboard. His glowing hair flickered from blue to pink. “Y–You what?!”
“I want a brother or sister!” the kid said firmly, stomping a foot. “I’m alone. Everyone else has siblings to play with! Uncle Ortho has you, but I don’t have anyone. It’s not fair!”
Idia’s brain short circuited for a second. He stammered, trying to form words while his son glared up at him. “O-okay, first off, buddy uh… that’s not how it works. You can’t just… order a sibling.”
“But why not?”
“Because…uh…it’s complicated! You see, um… getting a baby is a… uh… long term… cooperative side quest, and uh…requires two players, okay?”
The boy tilted his head. “Then where do babies come from if it’s so difficult?”
Oh no. Idia’s internal system crashed. He could practically hear the Windows error sound in his brain. He needed an answer. Any answer.
“Well…” he began nervously, sweating bullets, “you see, when a-a woman… eats… uh… too many jelly beans… it… starts growing in her belly, and uh…. ta-da! Baby!”
He even added jazz hands. Jazz hands.
His son blinked. “…Really?”
Idia nodded furiously. “Y-yeah, totally. I mean, you know how sugar’s like, uh… energy and life force, right? And moms are super powerful beings, so, uh… yeah! Jelly beans equal baby. Science.”
The kid seemed to consider this seriously before gasping in awe. “That’s so cool!”
“Y-yeah… cool…” Idia muttered weakly, turning back to his monitor in the hope that the conversation was over. His hair slowly dimmed back to a relieved blue as he heard his son run off, muttering something about jelly beans.
Peace returned for a blissful five minutes. Until he heard you call from the kitchen.
“Idia! Sweetheart!”
The tone was too sweet. “Y-yeah?”
You appeared in the doorway holding a bowl full of jelly beans, and your son right behind you, grinning proudly.
“Would you care to explain” you said, eyes narrowing, “why your child is trying to feed me jelly beans every minutes and saying it’ll give him a sibling?”
Idia turned pink to the tips of his hair. “Uh…uhhhh…uh, you see, it’s-it’s a science project?”
You stared. “A science project?”
From behind you, your son proudly offered another jelly bean. “Mama, eat more! I want a baby sister!”
Idia just whined. “I’m uninstalling myself from this whole conversation…”
Malleus Draconia
It was supposed to be a quiet evening in Briar Valley. The sky shimmered faintly outside the castle windows, and Malleus was in his study, writing letters and sipping tea when an unmistakable sound echoed, the screaming of small children.
He sighed, setting down his pen. “…Ah. The little thunder and lightning are at it again.”
He strode down the hall with regal calm, though a faint flicker of worry glimmered in his green eyes. Opening the door to the twins bedroom, he was met with chaos.
Toys were scattered everywhere, his daughter face was red and tear streaked, and his son stood with his arms crossed, looking both defensive and guilty.
“What is the meaning of this?” Malleus asked gently, voice deep but calm as always.
“She said!” “He said!”
They both started at once, their little voices overlapping until Malleus lifted a hand, and the air itself seemed to hush.
“One at a time,” he said. “Sweetheart, you may speak first.”
She sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “Daddy, he said I’m not your real daughter! He said you found me in a box on the street and took me home!”
Malleus blinked, his ears twitching slightly in disbelief. He turned his gaze to his son. “Is this true?”
The boy scowled, chin raised in defiance. “Well, she started it! She told me I was the street baby first!”
Malleus closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. the kind of breath.
“Children” he began “Neither of you were found in any box on any street. You are both our beloved children.”
The twins exchanged wary looks.
“Then where did we come from?” his daughter asked, tilting her head curiously. “If we weren’t found, how did we get here?”
Malleus smiled fondly. “You both came from your mother’s belly, of course.”
That answer, he thought, would settle it. Simple, truthful enough, and free of unnecessary details. But instead of relief, the twins only looked more confused.
His son squinted. “…How did we get in there?”
His daughter nodded eagerly, wide eyed. “Yeah! Did Mama eat us?!”
Malleus froze. The calm, regal smile on his face went utterly still, as if his soul had momentarily left his body. He stood there in dignified silence for a long moment. The twins blinked up at him, waiting.
Finally, with all the composure, Malleus cleared his throat. “…Perhaps…” he said slowly, “you should ask your grandfather Lilia. He is… quite experienced in such matters.”
He thought that was a brilliant deflection, wise, strategic, perfectly logical. Until he heard your voice echo down the hall
“MALLEUS DRACONIA!”
He visibly flinched as your footsteps approached, fast and furious.
“I swear!” you said, appearing in the doorway with your hands on your hips, “if you ever let Lilia educate our children about that—!”
Malleus’s expression turned sheepish, shoulders slightly hunched like a guilty child himself. “Ah… my love, I was merely suggesting he might… elaborate upon the biological aspects.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Biological aspects, huh? Do you want him to tell them about the ‘romantic fire of youth’ and ‘fae rituals’ again?”
Malleus winced. “…Perhaps not.”
The twins looked between you and their father, utterly lost.
“Does this mean we were found in a box?” the boy whispered.
they say your spouse's sleeping posture or habits tell what kind of a person they are
and oh boy...
"augh...*hack* damn..."
so what does it mean when your spouse who has either golden retriever energy or black cat energy (up to you), is quite literally enveloping you with his big, muscular body
he was sleeping so soundly too that you were more concerned over him not getting enough sleep instead of you almost suffocating
but hey he's warm
"mmm...soft...warm..."
he was mumbling in his sleep and with the way he was hugging you and caressing your body you pretty much guessed he was dreaming about you. cute as if that didn't melt your heart
for some reason he just slid downwards while he was in very very deep sleep and sluggishly climbed on top of you, with his head on your heart and his body snuggled between your legs
cracking a soft smile you threaded your fingers through his hair and gently scratched his head
"love..." you heard him say before his breathing evened out
"good night to us too"
kaeya, DILUC, zhongli, CHILDE, capitano, neuvillette, WRIOTHESLEY, VARKA, PHAINON, mydei, ASHVEIL, JING YUAN, blade(?), DIAVOLO, BEELZEBUB, malleus, LEONA, JACK, idia (trust i know he hides them pecs under those hoodies), CALEB, RAFAYEL, zayne, YUUJI
sypnosis. the twst boys seeing you in booty shorts
pairings seperate. rook hunt x reader, vil schoenheit x reader, trey clover x reader, cater diamond x reader, leona kingscholar x reader, ruggie bucchi x reader, azul ashengrotto x reader, jade leech x reader, floyd leech x reader, malleus draconia x reader, idia shroud x reader, lilia vanrouge x reader
content / warnings. reader is yuu/prefect, this is set after book 7 so all characters are aged up, established relationship, suggestive themes though nothing overly explicit
word count. 1.7k (130-200 words each)
A/N. no silver and jamil sadly because i lost motivation to write whoops, will be posting requests soon heh
♡ Rook Hunt
You’re in your room, scrolling on Magicam as usual when a soft knock taps against your window. And of course, it’s Rook. Perched comfortably on a nearby tree branch, greeting you with his usual bright smile. As you slide the window open to let him in, his attention drifts elsewhere. His eyes drift down to your shorts—how they hug your shape and leave your legs mostly bare. He stares a moment longer than he probably should, only snapping back when you clear your throat to get his attention. “Ehem.” you clear your throat, jolting Rook to look you in the eye. “Mon amour, those shorts suit you wonderfully,” he says, his smile stretching wide as he steps closer, gently pulling you toward him. “It is as if you’re tempting me.” He murmurs, voice dropping as his hands rest against your hips, sending chills down your spine.
♡ Vil Schoenheit
Vil returns from his shoot looking drained, eager to come home to you. As he steps into his dorm, he runs a hand through his hair, eyes closing as he prepares to vent about his day. “My dear, you wouldn’t believe what happened today—” he begins, only to cut himself off the moment he looks at you. But that wasn’t the point, he was more focused on the shorts you were wearing. You’re in the middle of getting dolled up, carefully applying mascara, oblivious to the effect you have on Vil. But it isn’t the makeup that distracts him—it’s the shorts you’re wearing. His gaze lingers on your thighs, the fabric fitting you almost too well. A faint flush rises across his cheeks before he quickly moves, placing his blazer over your lap. “Wha—what’s wrong, Vil?” you ask, confused by his sudden reaction. He turns his head away from you, trying to regain his usual composure. “While I must admit those shorts suit your figure beautifully—I would much rather you wear them only when you’re alone with me,” he says, his back still turned, his cheeks noticeably flushed despite his attempt to stay dignified.
♡ Leona Kingscholar
Leona wakes up from the faint feeling of you stirring beside him, He lazily opens one eye, only to find himself greeted by the sight of you stretching next to him. Normally, he’d ignore it and drift back to sleep—but something catches his attention. His gaze lingers on your shorts, how they cling to your thighs and have ridden up just enough to leave very little to the imagination. When you catch him staring, he turns his head away like it was nothing. “Ehem, you were staring, mister?” “I wasn’t, you’re imagining things.” “Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You weren’t buying it, but you knew better than to try Leona at his own game.
♡ Ruggie Bucchi
You had called Ruggie over to help with your laundry offering free food as payment—well who was he to decline right? He knocks on your bedroom door, and when you open it, his gaze instantly drifts downward. Before you can question it, he gently tugs you closer, his hands resting on your hips while he quickly scans the area, a faint blush creeping onto his face. “Hey, your shorts-” He says abruptly as he keeps glancing around. “What about them?” “They’re really short! And—look, they suit you, alright? They look really good on you, but I don’t like the idea of other people starin’ at you weird,” he blurts out, his eyebrows furrowing more with each word as he unconsciously pulls you closer, clearly bothered by the thought.
♡ Cater Diamond
You decided to stay over in Cater’s dorm for a change. He had already noticed the shorts you were wearing earlier but didn’t think much of it—at least, not until morning came. He woke up to you sleeping on your side, one leg stretched long as the other curved at your knees. He wakes up to the sight of you still asleep beside him, lying on your side with one leg stretched out while the other bends slightly. At some point during the night, your shorts had ridden up your thigh just enough to catch his attention, and he can’t help but stare for a moment longer than he should. It takes him a few seconds to snap himself out of it, a warm blush creeping across his face as he quickly looks away. He takes his phone and snaps a few pictures of you sleeping peacefully, the sevens know what he’ll do with those photos later.
♡ Trey Clover
You had agreed to helping Trey with baking, but it seems like you didn’t catch the dress code apparently. You came into Heartslabyul’s kitchen in an oversized t-shirt which was in fact, Treys but he left it in your room so you can’t be blamed—then short shorts to top it off. Hearing your footsteps, Trey turned around, a smile lighting up his face. “Oh, Prefect, perfect timing—” He stops mid-sentence when he takes in your outfit. Quick to react, he drapes an apron over you, stepping close behind you. “I don’t mean any malice, but this school is full of boys, and you know how they can be,” he says, forcing a small smile while his ears turn a bright shade of red.
♡ Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had been buried in work all day, hogged up in the VIP room organizing paperwork, barely sparing you a glance. So, you decide to tempt him. You slipped into your shortest pair of shorts and flopped down on a nearby couch, swinging your legs lazily as you casually watched him do paperwork. After a while, Azul’s patience starts to thin. “Please my pearl, quit with the staring-” he begins, only to freeze mid-sentence when his eyes inadvertently catch your thighs, barely covered by the shorts. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs draped over the armrest, giving him an impossible view. He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again a few moments later, adjusting his glasses and letting out a shaky breath in frustration. He returns to his paperwork, but the bright red blush on his face gives away just how flustered he really is.
♡ Jade Leech
You’d spent the night in Jade’s dorm room since it was a weekend anyways, and he had left you in his room to tend to his duties at the Mostro Lounge for a while—stating he’ll be back in a few. Making yourself comfortable, you decided to take a shower and change into something casual—a flimsy tank top and a pair of very short shorts. After an hour or two, Jade returns to find you sprawled across his bed, the shorts fitting you in all the right ways. He pauses for just a few seconds, taking in the sight, before greeting you with his usual calm smile. He acts perfectly normal around you, but the sevens know just how much restraint it took for him to hold back the urge to devour you right then and there.
♡ Floyd Leech
Out of nowhere, Floyd visits you at Ramshackle on a random Saturday. You’re in Ramshackles lounge, sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, endlessly scrolling through Magicam—when a loud thud startles you. The door had slammed shut behind him, and there he is. Floyd, here to see you. “Shrimpy, where are you?” He coos, as he walks towards the lounge, only to freeze when he spots you in an oversized t-shirt and flimsy shorts. After a brief pause, he strides over, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Before you can react, he pins you gently against the backrest of the couch. His carefree expression fades into something darker, more predatory. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns, his voice low as his hands rest on your thighs—firm enough for you to feel, but not enough to hurt. Oh may the sevens save you from this man, but you know damn well you’re right where you want to be.
♡ Idia Shroud
Idia had invited you over to defeat a dungeon with him, he didn’t expect you to come so—comfy-looking. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice how short your shorts were, barely covering you from waist down, though he didn’t have the nerve to mention it. As you two played, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your thighs, fumbling through the game more than usual. He wasn’t acting like himself, and it was painfully obvious. “Idia what’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to be, THIS bad.” you say, raising an eyebrow as his blue-flamed hair flickers bright pink. He stammers, struggling to form coherent words. “It’s just… y’know… your shorts—” He stops, the tips of his hair glowing an even brighter pink. After a shaky pause, he continues, voice dropping a little with each word “They… they look good on you. A bit too good, maybe…” Somebody, please, save him from this mess.
♡ Malleus Draconia
You’d stayed the night in Malleus’s dorm, with the flimsy excuse that he couldn’t sleep well without you around—he could sleep well just fine without you. He was just being dramatic. Somehow, you woke up earlier than him, and decided to make the most of the quiet morning. As you brushed your hair in front of the mirror, Malleus quietly approached from behind, his hands resting lightly on your thighs as he toyed with the hem of your shorts. “Good morning, my dear,” he murmured, his chin settling gently on your head. His eyes flicked to your reflection in the mirror, lingering on your thighs for a moment before looking away—though it was clear he wasn’t trying all that hard to hide it.
♡ Lilia Vanrouge
You weren’t expecting anyone today—it was a Sunday, after all. But of course, Lilia just had to disturb your peace one way or another. As you were just waking up and stretching, you’re met with the sight of him upside down, that same infuriating smile plastered on his face. “Good morning,” he teases, flipping upright with ease. “—Lilia! Sevens, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. But Lilia’s attention isn’t on your reaction. His gaze drifts lower, lingering on your thighs, hugged perfectly by your shorts. He stares for a few more moments before meeting your eyes, flashing another mischievous smile. “Though I do think your shorts fit you quite well,I’d prefer you without th-” You cut him off instantly, slapping your hand over his mouth, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “—Lilia!” you shout, as he chuckles muffled against your palm. Gosh, this man.
While courting, wolves will stay close to their potential mate and typically will not leave their side if possible. They are also very affectionate and will nuzzle, lick each other, and will even walk side by side.
Jack Howl! Who’d recently begun acting… strange, to you, recently - face avoiding yours entirely when you sat or walked next to him, ears perked up and tail wagging when you’d offered him a hug that one time.(though he swatted your affection away. Huh.) Shoulders brushing against yours a little too purposefully during movie night, forever complaining about how your uniform was never neat, always helping you readjust your tie, dusting off imaginary dirt off your clothes whenever you meet, bashfully looking away when you asked him why he was being so nice(“Well, we’re… in the court - no, nevermind.”) Things went downhill(or uphill, maybe?)when he started to return your affections, nuzzling his nose against yours or your neck, almost whining when you tried to pull away, pawing at you to stay with him, for just a little while longer… earning sniggers and off-handed comments from both Leona and Ruggie, teasing Jack on how he was really piling it on ‘em, huh, getting one too many complaints from Leona, about how you smelt just like him… wait, what? Jack Howl, who was certain you’d agree to meet his family over the school holidays - you started to court him first, after all, and he was certain they'd absolutely adore you :)))
While courting, male hyenas will often shadow their potential mate to foster a relationship, approach a female and repeatedly take a few steps toward her and then a few steps away, even if the female doesn't react to his approach, and bow low to the ground to show submission to the potential mate, as female hyenas tend to be more aggressive than their male counterparts.
Ruggie Buuchi! Who was acting shifty again - walking behind you but scuttling a few steps back if you ever noticed him, face a mix of fear and hesitance, before returning to tailing you - but he was Ruggie, so you quickly dismissed his behaviour as Ruggie just being Ruggie again.(Which worked wonders for the poor hyena’s heart, now fully sure you weren’t going to bite his head off if he got too close.) Following you around school like a shadow - a skittish, blushy one, sure, but still a shadow nonetheless - attempting to mask them as chance encounters, though after a while, he was fairly sure you knew he was just making up excuses to hang around you at this point(not that he minded much.) Walking you to essentially anywhere you went, copying your actions to a tee - if you ate, he would eat(not without stealing bites off your plate, though), if you took a nap, he would take a nap.(on your lap, preferably, but only if you let him) Being more affectionate to you in general, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, though he was quick to bend down and apologise if he ever felt like he was overstepping. Pupils practically turning into hearts when you let him nuzzle his nose against your neck from behind, hiding his burning face into the crook of your neck for nearly ten minutes before he pulled away.(A successful mount - Grandma would be so happy, shyehehehe!) Inviting you over to his home in the Savannah over the school holidays, grinning despite your confused expression. “What? Granny’s been dying to meet my dear mate, it’s only expected, shyeheehee.” :))))
While courting, lions typically approach their potential mate and engage in actions like nuzzling, head rubbing and licking, followed by ‘tended courtship’ where the male follows their potential mate, shadowing them and engaging in behaviours such as rubbing, pawing and gentle biting.
Leona Kingscholar! Who had started to cling to you like a particularly annoying leech, dragging you to his favourite napping spots and holding you hostage in his arms, head slotted perfectly into the crook of your neck ignoring his usual schedule of skipping school in favour of following you around instead - walking you to all of your classes with a glare venomous enough to scare off anyone trying to talk to you, so ‘conveniently’ standing outside them when they happened to end.(not slick, Leona, not slick at all.) Rubbing his head against yours on one such kidnapping occasion, smile a tad bit too smug when you repeated the same motion to him, before you tried to get up and was met with a scowl and his hands pawing at you back to the grass, his arms firmly wrapped around your middle to prevent further escape attempts(sucks for you, I guess) Things escalating when he bit you, square on your neck after a nap, expression strangely nervous, before brightening up considerably when you decided to be petty and promptly nipped him back on his collarbone, for ‘payback’ (nevermind how your face felt like it was burning, how he grinned and pulled you in for a celebratory nap, once again locking you in his embrace) Knocking on your door the day before the school holidays, flopping on your bed, seemingly done with life before he spoke - “Falena keeps on bugging me to meet my mate. How about it? Can’t say Sunset Savanna’s the nicest place to visit, but you oughta get used to it - visiting in-laws, and all that. …What? D’ya think you could court a prince and get away scot-free? ;))
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Here are 10 fun facts of lion beastmen not to mention having Leona kingscholar as your husband
Now, hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
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I wanna do other characters fun facts.
FUN FACT 1# : Baby lions are totally dependent on their mothers for food and protection during the first few months.
No matter where you go or what you do, the cub would love to be by your side. Even if Leona wants to take them away so that you can have your alone time, the cub would screech and cry every time they are taken from your embrace. It will clings to you 24/7, the cub simply has a sense of knowing who is holding them–if it's not you then they will cry until it's back into their mothers arm.
FUN FACT 2# : cubs are born blind and without teeth.
You are originally worried when finding about them being blind but Leona says that it's normal for lion cubs to be born blind so at least that gives you reassurance, you often worry about the smallest things–afraid it might affect the child but when they finally open their eyes, you are so to see your baby eyes.
FUN FACT 3# : cubs have spots on their coats that act as camouflage
You would be gushing over how small and cute your cube is, like who wouldn't... Well Leona but he expresses his love in a nonchalant way or simply teasing about the cub being ugly when they cry its all fun and games until he realizes that the cub is his own son. Leona would be overprotective about you and his cub, making sure they are wearing a sound proof headset even though it is quiet–he simply doesn't trust others with his child.
FUN FACT 4# : Lionesses leave the pride and give birth to their lion babies in dense bush
Even though when you are giving birth, Leona was told to wait outside but unfortunately giving birth to a beastmen as powerful as him was a painful experience and throughout the entire time you were calling out his name. Leona almost turned an advisor to sand if it weren't for his brother intervening and letting him go inside, he immediately went towards your side and held your hand through the process.
FUN FACT 5# : Lion cubs spend up to 20 hours of the day sleeping or resting
Your cub and Leona both share the same hobbies, sleeping of course. Leona would often place the cub in his chest while holding in, even though he may be asleep the slightest movement from the cub would immediately get him to open his eyes as well as making sure they don't fall or someone tried to pry them to the cub of his hands. Leona would send a glare towards anybody who would wake them up, the only exception is you.
FUN FACT 6# : mothers keep their cubs hidden away from the pride and predators.
When Leona's family finds out he has met the laugh of his life at NRC, their jaws would drop. Felena is honestly quite excited to meet the human who has shaken his brother's cold heart into a soft lion, Leona doesn't like his brother's enthusiasm. This case becomes in the spotlight because, Leona doesn't want anyone to hold the cub. The only people who are the exception are Cheka supervise or neiji.
FUN FACT 7# : Lion cubs spend most of their day playing
Your cub is energetic as heck, they will not stop moving around. Cheka is so happy to play with the cub because they match their energy, neiji would remark on how identical the cub was with Leona when he was younger. Leona is often the victim of your cub endless pursuit of games, the child is basically glued to his side after they learn to walk and now the cub prefers to be in Leona side over you–which is something Leona would tease about.
FUN FACT 8# : Cubs grow baby teeth while they are very young.
They are bitter for sure, chewing and munching on anything for no apparent reason. The mid wives would say that it's normal for this age to bite as a way to stimulate their bite, the cub would bite on anything even on your hand. Leona seems to not mind though, but... He was obligated to act hurt when the cub decided him as his next prey–saying that it was a good way to practice hunting.
FUN FACT 9# : Lion babies first start to eat meat at about three months old
Originally you didn't get used to it, but I guess it's normal for cubs to eat meat even when they are young. During your pregnancy, Leona would not let anyone approach you–he is overprotective. He would often put his head near the bump and would whisper and talk towards it as if the cub was listening, felena is grateful for how you change his brother as well as excited to finally having a niece/nephew. Cheka mother or Leona sister in law has been nothing but a big help during the pregnancy giving you tips as well as pep talking Leona, meanwhile Cheka would go visit you to hear the bump everyday.
FUN FACT 10# : Lions are the only known cat species where individuals roar together.
The cub arrival was a big celebration for the people at sunset savanna, to be honest when the prince came back from his studies oversees everyone did not expect to bring back a mate. But hey, there is a first for everything. Leona is smug showing his family off to others, as well as enjoying his family members shock. What matters most to him is you and his cub being in good health and are fine, sure he loves the shock expression from others but... What matters is you being there with him, you make him feel completed and now you just make it more.
