A/N: I have a thing where I LOVEEEE Zoology and studying animals Hyenas and Eels being my favourite!
Summary: Ruggie’s affection shows in little, unmistakably hyena habits he still has around you. These habits that made you fall for him
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Twisted Wonderland୭
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie never really notices most of his hyena habits until you point them out. To him, they are just normal little things he has always done small instincts that stayed with him since he was young but once the two of you start dating, you begin noticing them more and more, and honestly… You can't help but tease him about them, even though those habits were what you fell in love with him for
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie is naturally more active late at night. It is not unusual for him to text you at ridiculous hours because he cannot sleep, or because he wanted to send you some memes
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Sometimes you wake up to a message from him at two in the morning asking if you want to sneak out with him to the botanical gardens or the cafeteria
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ He loves walking with you at night. Something is calming about it for him when the campus is quiet, the cooler air, the lack of other students around. He often falls into step beside you without thinking, close enough that your shoulders brush together every now and then
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ His ears are ridiculously expressive. They twitch whenever he hears your voice in a crowded room, perk up when you say his name, and flatten when he is embarrassed. If you compliment him unexpectedly, his ears immediately pin back while he grins and pretends he is not flustered. Leona even teased him about it as if the lionbeastman doesn't do the same for his partner
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie has a habit of sniffing people he is comfortable with. It's subtle, he leans a little closer when he hugs you, rests his head near your shoulder, or presses his face into your neck for a moment. He likes how you smell and always points out any new colognes/perfumes/soaps
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie absolutely loves it when you play with his ears. At first he acts annoyed about it, swatting your hand away and muttering something about you treating him like a dog. But the second your fingers scratch lightly behind one ear, he practically melts
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ When you keep petting him, he starts making soft little laughing sounds under his breath without realizing it. They are quieter than his usual loud cackling laugh and 'Shishishi' noises more like little breathy giggles that escape when he is especially content
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ He is very protective of his food because of how he grew up, but he starts sharing his food with you without even thinking about it. He will push half of his sandwich towards you, save the last doughnut for you, or hand you the better portion of whatever he managed to get
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ The first time Ruggie gives you food from his own plate, it is honestly a huge deal. He tries to act casual about it, shrugging and saying he is “not that hungry anyway,” but internally, he is absolutely panicking because sharing food is one of the clearest signs that he trusts you
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie is the type to quietly “escort” you places without making a big deal about it. If it is late or if he thinks someone is bothering you, he walks beside you with his hands in his pockets and a lazy grin on his face, but he is paying attention to everything around him
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ He gets a little clingier than he means to, Hyenas are social animals, and Ruggie likes staying close to the people he cares about. He will lean against you while sitting together, rest his chin on your shoulder, or casually hook an arm around your waist
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ If someone makes you uncomfortable, his whole demeanor changes. His ears go back, his smile sharpens, and he quietly steps closer to you. Ruggie is not usually the type to start fights for no reason, but he can get pretty territorial over the people he loves
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ He likes playful chasing games more than he will ever admit. If you steal one of his snacks or grab his dorm uniform bandanna around his neck and run, he immediately bolts after you with the biggest grin on his face laughing
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ When he is especially happy, his tail gives him away subtly (unlike Jack...) his tail swishes behind him when you hold his hand, when you surprise him with food, or when you praise him after he works hard especially with Leona
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie loves hearing your laugh. Sometimes he says something ridiculous on purpose just to hear you giggle, because once you start laughing, he cannot help laughing too
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ If the two of you are alone together, he sometimes makes soft little noises to get your attention instead of saying your name outright. Little hums, whistles, clicks of his tongue, or quiet laughs which somehow became a way for you to know if he was nearby
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ If you fall asleep next to him, he absolutely stays there. Even if he complains about his arm going numb or how inconvenient it is, he never moves away. He just sighs dramatically and wraps an arm around you tighter
━━━ ．°˖✧ 🐾🍩 ˚₊ ⊹ Ruggie is not always good at saying how much he loves someone out loud. He shows it by saving you a seat, walking you back to your dorm, fixing something for you, bringing you snacks, or making sure you are warm when it gets cold he can't afford much, yet he puts in effort to make you show he cares
In which Leona/Ruggie/Minajael/Rielle tries to get a sexy picture from his wife, Fem!AFAB!Reader, but fails in his venture.
Warnings: 18+, talks of sending provocative or sexual photos, established relationship/marriage, requested by @echosofmortality, horny married couples, the men are easy for their wife
You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Vice-Housewardens + Ruggie
Other Parts: Housewardens; First Years ; Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo
Trey Clover
The argument wasn’t a loud one—no shouting, no slamming doors—just tense words exchanged with too much weight behind them. Trey’s voice had been steady, but his usual patience was stretched thin.
You, equally frustrated, had decided that the best course of action was to remove yourself before either of you said something you’d regret.
So, with a sigh, you grabbed a blanket and made your way to the couch, settling in with your back turned toward the bedroom.
Trey let out a heavy exhale behind you, but he didn’t stop you.
You shifted, adjusting the blanket, willing yourself to fall asleep. It didn’t work. The room was too quiet, too heavy with the remnants of unspoken words. You half-expected Trey to leave you there and go to bed, but then—soft footsteps. A rustle of fabric.
Kneeling beside the couch, Trey placed a hand on the cushion near your arm. His voice was quiet, steady in a way that made something in your chest ache.
“Come back to bed.”
You closed your eyes. “Not yet.”
A pause. Then, a soft sigh. Trey stood. For a moment, you thought he was giving up, finally going to bed without you. The thought left an unexpected hollowness in your chest.
But then, after a few minutes, he returned. You smelled the milk before you saw it—the faint scent of vanilla and honey curling through the air. When you cracked an eye open, there he was, sitting on the floor near the couch, a mug in his hands. He held it out to you.
“Here,” he said. “I know you have trouble sleeping when you’re upset.”
You blinked at him, heart squeezing against your ribs. “Trey…”
He didn’t push, didn’t insist. He just waited, his eyes gentle, patient in the way only he could be.
And just like that, your frustration melted. You took the mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. Trey didn’t move, just watched you with that quiet steadiness. Then, softly, he asked again,
“Come back to bed?”
This time, you didn’t hesitate.
You set the mug aside and sat up, only for Trey to immediately wrap his arms around you. His hold was firm, grounding. He buried his face in your shoulder and murmured, “I’m sorry.”
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him just as tightly. “I’m sorry too.”
Neither of you moved for a long moment, staying there in the quiet. Eventually, Trey pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead.
“C’mon,” he said, voice low, warm. “Let’s go to sleep.”
And this time, when he led you back to bed, you followed without hesitation.
Ruggie Bucchi
The couch wasn’t comfortable. You knew it, and Ruggie knew it. But right now, your stubbornness outweighed your need for a good night’s sleep. You yanked the blanket over yourself, muttering under your breath as you tried to arrange the cushions into something remotely acceptable.
Across the room, Ruggie watched you with wide, calculating eyes. He hadn’t said anything since you stormed off, but you could feel him thinking. And then—
“You remember when you ate my last donut?” he started, voice small.
You froze, narrowing your eyes. “…What?”
“My last donut. You ate it, and you said—” He changed his voice in a mocking impression of you. “‘I owe you one, Ruggie, I swear. Anything you want.’”
You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. “Oh my —”
“But it’s fine,” he continued, so dramatically forlorn you almost threw the pillow at him. “I guess I’ll just be all alone in that big, cold bed. No warmth. No love. Just me. Shivering.”
You lifted your head, ready to tell him off, but then—oh, no.
He hit you with the look.
Ears drooping. Tail flicking. Wide, guilt-inducing eyes that shimmered just enough to make your resolve crack.
You exhaled sharply, dropping your head back down. “You’re the worst.”
He didn’t respond. Just fidgeted. Shuffled his feet like he was actually nervous you’d say no.
And that? That got you.
With a groan of defeat, you sighed and opened your arms. That was all he needed. Ruggie practically launched himself onto the couch, slotting himself beside you in a space absolutely not designed for two people. His weight pressed against you, his tail flicking lazily as he tucked his head under your chin.
“…Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt.
“Shut up.”
His arms tightened around you. A quiet beat passed, then—
“Sorry.”
Your hand found its way into his hair, carding through the strands. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Me too.”
Ruggie hummed, content. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, and despite the ridiculousness of it all, sleep found you too.
Jade Leech
The couch was lumpy. Or maybe you were just too angry to get comfortable. Either way, you buried your face into the pillow, inhaling deeply through your nose to keep yourself from snapping again. You just needed some space. Needed to not be in the same room as Jade and his infuriating, calmly amused expression.
“I can’t be around you right now,” you had told him before marching off, voice tight with frustration. And for once, he didn’t push. Didn’t smirk or throw another veiled comment your way. He simply inclined his head, watching as you all but collapsed onto the couch.
Now, wrapped in a too-thin blanket, you willed yourself to sleep. You were almost there—drifting, fading—when fingers ghosted over your hair.
Your breath caught, but you kept still.
Soft strokes. Careful, reverent, as if he thought you might break. It was so unlike him, so gentle, that you almost cracked your eyes open to confirm it was really happening. Then—
“…I’m so sorry.”
The whisper was barely there. But it wasn’t the words that made your heart lurch—it was the way his voice shook.
Jade Leech, ever unflappable, sounded unsteady.
He pulled back, and you knew he was about to leave. That should have been fine. You should have let him go.
But your bleeding heart had other plans.
Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he could slip away.
He barely had time to react before you yanked him back—maybe a little too hard, because the next thing you knew, he was crashing onto the couch with you. A rare, wide-eyed look of surprise flashed across his face, so fleeting you almost thought you imagined it.
And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Jade froze.
“I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “We can talk in the morning.”
For a long moment, he just looked at you, something unreadable in his expression. Then, slow and deliberate, he dipped down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.
“…Very well,” he whispered.
His weight settled beside you, and this time, when you drifted off, it was to the sound of his steady breathing, warm and close beside you.
The couch standoff had been going on for way too long.
“I’m sleeping here,” you declared, arms crossed as you planted yourself firmly onto the cushions.
You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not taking the bed while you sleep out here.”
“And I’m not letting you sleep out here while I take the bed.” His arms were crossed now too, mirroring your posture, his sharp gaze unwavering.
For a moment, the tension held. Then, something about the sheer ridiculousness of it all hit you—both of you too annoyed to back down but too caring to let the other suffer the discomfort of the couch.
A laugh bubbled up in your chest before you could stop it. You covered your mouth, but the moment you let out even the smallest chuckle, Jamil’s eyes flickered with reluctant amusement. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.
“This is stupid,” you admitted between giggles.
He sighed, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. It is.”
You grinned. “Bed?”
Jamil didn’t hesitate. “Bed.”
The moment you both settled under the blankets, the last traces of tension melted away. His arms instinctively curled around you, pulling you close, and you let yourself relax into his warmth.
“Sorry,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
His grip tightened, lips brushing against your hair. “Me too.”
Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t need to. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he held you just a little closer said enough.
Rook arguing with you was already unexpected. That he let you march off to the couch without a poetic declaration or dramatic plea? Unheard of.
You cocooned yourself in the blanket, stubbornly facing the back of the couch. The silence felt unnatural—too quiet for someone like Rook. A part of you expected him to suddenly recite a Shakespearean sonnet about lovers quarreling.
Instead, something even more ridiculous happened.
You shifted slightly, just enough to glance toward the floor—and there he was.
Laying down right beside the couch on a thin blanket, arms crossed behind his head as though he had chosen the most luxurious sleeping arrangement in the world. His golden hair fanned out on the hardwood floor, and despite the clear insanity of the situation, he looked perfectly content.
You stared. Blinked. “Rook.”
“Oui, mon amour?”
“You’re on the floor.”
“Indeed.”
“You’re going to get sick.”
“Then I shall suffer beautifully, just as you do now, exiled from the comfort of our bed.” His eyes twinkled, completely unrepentant. “If my beloved must endure the cruel fate of sleeping alone, then I shall share in their hardship.”
You pressed your fingers to your temples. “Rook, go to bed.”
“I am in bed.”
“No, you’re on the floor, being dramatic.”
“Dramatic? Ah, ma chérie, I am simply a devoted man.”
You groaned, throwing your arm over your face, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. It was impossible to stay mad when he was like this. Ridiculous. Completely, helplessly devoted.
Sighing, you reached out and flicked his forehead. He gasped theatrically, touching the spot as though you had struck him with Cupid’s arrow. Before he could say something absurd, you leaned down and kissed the spot gently.
“Come to bed, you idiot.”
His eyes widened slightly before his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. Without hesitation, he stood—and then immediately scooped you into his arms.
“Rook—?!?”
“Ah, mon amour, such sweet mercy! Allow me to carry you away from this exile!” He spun dramatically, pressing an exaggerated kiss to your forehead before striding toward the bedroom.
You should have expected nothing less.
You sighed against his shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you adore me.”
You couldn’t argue with that.
Lilia Vanrouge
You had firmly decided that you weren’t going to sleep in the same bed as Lilia tonight.
You needed space. You needed time to cool off. You needed—
Blink.
One second, you were wrapped in your blanket on the couch. The next? You were in bed.
You shot up, heart pounding. Lilia stood at the bedside, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Lilia.” Your voice was dangerously even.
“Yes, my dear?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Did you teleport me?”
A smug smile. “Would you rather I carried you?”
Oh, you were about to start another argument—
But then you noticed something. In his hands: a pillow and his own blanket.
You frowned. “What are you doing?”
Lilia hummed, casual as anything. “If my beloved insists on sleeping elsewhere, then I shall take the couch in their place. I have endured far worse in my lifetime—” his eyes twinkled mischievously “—but I’d hate for you to wake up with an aching back.”
You groaned, flopping back onto the mattress. “That’s so unfair.”
“To be this thoughtful and charming? I know.”
You shot him a look, but he simply smiled. You hated how sweet he could be even when you were still irritated.
With an exasperated sigh, you sat up and grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward you. He followed easily, his blanket forgotten as he slipped into bed. Without hesitation, he wrapped himself around you, chin resting atop your head.
His voice softened. “I’m sorry, dear.”
You exhaled, tension leaving your body as you relaxed into his hold. “…I’m sorry too.”
His lips brushed against your temple, and with that, the night’s quarrel was put to rest.
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Rook Hunt
The soft lighting from your salt lamp bathed the room in a dreamy glow. On your desk lay your new collection of glimmering crystals, rose quartz, obsidian, all lined up neatly for your late night stream.
You held up a gorgeous amethyst to the camera, smiling as your chat scrolled rapidly in excitement.
“This one right here helps with stress and anxiety.” you explained, brushing your fingers over the stone.
Chat:
muzume: soooo pretty!!
swagdreamcat: your voice is so calming 🧘
gay-tomcat: do a tarot pull!!
alby-rei: tell us our fate 👀
jen_jen: is that a new deck?? it looks GORGEOUS
You reached for the deck beside you. “Yep! This one is new! And also has little cat paws on it. I figured we could do a quick pull later….”
You suddenly laughed mid sentence, eyes skimming over a very bold message in chat.
You read it aloud, mostly for the drama “‘Are you single, or are you looking for a good time tonight? 😉’”
Brows arched, you set the tarot deck down slowly and tilted your head toward the camera, deadpan. “I’m not sure if this is the right stream for that energy, my guy.”
Chat:
Neko: OOP!!
gay-tomcat: did he just shoot his shot
jen_jen: lmaooo not during crystal hour
muzume: bro got NO shame 💀💀💀
Just as you were about to move on, a fwip! sound sliced through the quiet.
You blinked. And then… thwack!
A suction cup arrow suddenly landed on the wall behind you. Stuck to it was a paper, with a single handwritten word "No."
You stared at it.
Chat exploded.
Chat:
muzume: WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?
alby-rei: WAS THAT AN ARROW???
swagdreamcat: DID SOMEONE JUST SHOOT A MESSAGE AT HER WALL??
jen_jen: "NO"??
gay-tomcat: WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY OMG
Neko: REVEAL THE ARROW SENDER
You turned back to the camera with a completely straight face, biting back a smile. “That… was a sign from the universe.”
Chat:
Neko: NAHHH WHO DID THAT
swagdreamcat: “A sign from the universe” she says while there's a literal arrow in her WALL
jen_jen: we are NOT letting this slide
gay-tomcat: it’s giving scary boyfriend energy
muzume: no way she doesn’t have a man
You reached over and casually peeled the arrow from the wall, inspecting it like it was just a regular Tuesday. “Happens all the time.”
But then…
A voice, smooth like velvet and echoed from somewhere behind the camera. “Forgive me, ma chérie. The angle was slightly off, next time I shall aim directly at the person who brings you uncomfort.”
You froze for a beat. Then sighed with a smile. “Rook…”
Chat:
swagdreamcat: WE KNEW IT
arlucent: THAT VOICE OMG
Neko: IT'S HIM
jen_jen: LITERALLY HIM??
gay-tomcat: OH MY GOD SHE BAGGED THE SNIPER GUY
alby-rei: the hunter protecting 😭
muzume: shooting arrows at flirty chatters I’M WHEEZING
He stepped into frame briefly, just from the waist down, gloves still on. His face remained out of sight, but his voice impossibly suave, dripped with affection. “She belongs to no one but the stars… but they currently favor me, non?”
You covered your face with your hands, half laughing, half dying of secondhand embarrassment. “I can’t take you anywhere.”
“I do not wish to go anywhere,” he replied smoothly, “except wherever you are.”
Chat:
gay-tomcat: GET A ROOM
gay-tomcat: actually… no bring him ON the stream
arlucent: THIS IS THE BEST REVEAL EVER
alby-rei: the arrow. the DRAMA.
muzume: “no” arrow >>> any response ever
You set the arrow aside, turning back to the camera. “So. Anyway. Let’s pull a tarot card now. Shall we ask the universe about jealous boyfriends with projectile weapons?”
From behind you, Rook chuckled.
The Lovers card flipped out on its own.
You looked at the camera, deadpan. “Of course...”
Chat:
Neko: HAHAHAHA
swagdreamcat: THE UNIVERSE HAS SPOKEN
jen_jen: WE SHIP IT
alby-rei: HUNTER x STREAMER CONFIRMED
Yn_arrow: tarot don't lie 🔮
Ruggie Bucchi
You sat in your cozy streaming chair, lazily blowing a small bubble with your gum as you chatted with your viewers. “…And yeah, the merch drop should go live next Friday,” you said between chews, “as long as the hoodies come back from the printer in time.”
Your chat was scrolling fast, buzzing about color choices and designs, when one comment caught your eye, just as you reached for a tissue to spit out the now flavorless gum.
You leaned back, chewing one last time before dabbing the tissue to your lips. “One sec guys, this gum’s dead.”
You reached over to the trash bin, tossed the tissue in, and then froze, brows pulling together as you spotted something… unhinged in chat.
“‘I’d pay good money for that gum.’” You blinked, then slowly turned to the camera, repulsed.
“Are you serious? No. Absolutely not. I am not selling my chewed gum. I don’t care how much you’d pay.”
Chat:
kiwiopal: 💀💀💀
suns-out-sleeps-in: wtf bro
pistachiokatelyn: not the gum simps
Neko: ayo how much tho?
jen_jen: don’t encourage them!!
sweetestlotusflower: she’s GROSSING OUT
cuupiisstupi: she’s about to block y’all 😭
You shook your head with a look of complete betrayal. “Y’all are outta pocket for real. I mean, that’s gotta be top ten weirdest messages I’ve ever—”
“Why not?”
You flinched and spun around.
There, in the background, casually munching on a rice cracker, stood Ruggie, your very private boyfriend. Still in his hoodie and sweats, hair tousled from a nap, he didn’t even blink as he added
“If someone offered me money for chewed gum? I’d bag it up, sign it, and throw in a ‘thank you’ sticker.”
You stared at him, mouth hanging open.
Chat:
cuupiisstupi: WHOA WHOA WHO IS THAT?!
jen_jen: WAIT
Neko: SHUT UP
kiwiopal: “I’d bag it up” I’M SCREAMING
sweetestlotusflower: YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND???
suns-out-sleeps-in: EXCUSE ME???
“You’re not helping,” you hissed, panic bubbling in your throat as you switched camera angles… too late. Everyone had seen him. His face. His voice.
And his perfectly casual grin.
“Oh no,” you whispered.
Ruggie leaned his elbows on the back of your chair. “What? You said you wouldn’t sell it, I’m just sayin’, that’s missed income, y’know?”
You smacked his arm, face flushed as chat erupted.
Chat:
pistachiokatelyn: IS THIS HER BOYFRIEND??
cuupiisstupi: NO WAY YOU’RE DATING HIM
kiwiopal: THE CAPITALIST HIMSELF
Neko: this explains EVERYTHING
pistachiokatelyn: when’s the couple Q&A?? 👀👀
You turned back to the camera, burying your face in your hands. “So… yeah. Surprise. That’s Ruggie. And no, we are not selling used gums. Mine or his.”
Ruggie leaned into frame with a grin and winked. “Unless you’re offering a good price. Then we’ll talk.”
You shoved him out of the frame while trying not to laugh. “Ruggie, get out!”
He popped another rice cracker into his mouth. “You love me.”
“Not right now I don’t.”
“You do~”
You absolutely did. And now, apparently, so did your entire chat.
Chat:
sweetestlotusflower: COUPLE STREAM WHEN???
suns-out-sleeps-in: I KNEW IT!
cuupiisstupi: the gum now is iconic
kiwiopal: so about the gum 👀
You sighed dramatically. “…Fine. You win. But we’re not selling used snacks.”
From behind you “...Unless it’s vintage.”
“RUGGIE EWW!!”
Floyd Leech
It was a warm, sunny afternoon perfect for a chill stream.
You were lounging comfortably on a sunbed by your backyard pool, the soft sound of birds and trickling water in the background. Wearing a cute two piece swimsuit and sunglasses, you sipped from your iced drink and leaned toward the camera.
“Alright chat,” you said, smiling, “today’s just a little hangout stream. Nothing crazy. I figured we could talk, enjoy the weather, and I’ll answer a few questions while I get some sun. Sometimes we need to touch some grass.”
Chat:
universallydazepenguin: omg ur swimsuit is so cute 😭
kaii156: pool stream??
spaceywaste: the vibes are immaculate
wokasiv: real question: iced tea or iced coffee?
imasip: who taking those aesthetic photos of u 👀
You laughed. “I told you, I use a timer! No secret photographer hiding behind the bushes.”
But that would soon turn out to be a lie. You were mid sentence, answering a question about your summer plans, when—
“Shriiiimpyyy~”
Your heart stopped. You turned your head in slow motion, already dreading what you’d see…
And there he was.
Floyd wearing only his swim shorts, dripping slightly, towel tossed over his shoulder, and a glint in his eyes that screamed trouble.
He leaned over you from behind, resting his chin on your head. “You done yet? I wanna play with you now~”
“I—! Floyd!” you yelped, scrambling to mute the mic but only managing to knock over your drink. “I’m still streaming!”
“Oh?” He blinked once… then grinned, wide and sharp. “You didn’t say that~”
Chat:
alby-rei: WHO IS THAT
calcifiedunderland: WHO JUST SAID SHRIMPY??
imasip: NO WAY
wokasiv: sir! Put some clothes on… never mind… I like the view…
universallydazepenguin: EXCUSE ME???
kaii156: he’s shirtless IM GONE
spaceywaste: AYO! Double fan service?!
You reached to cover the camera or do something, but Floyd was faster, he snatched the camera with one hand and tilted it toward the pool, still holding you effortlessly in the other arm like a ragdoll.
“Alright, chat~” he announced cheerfully, “boring talk stream is over! It’s a pool stream now!”
“Floyd, NO—!”
Before you could stop him, he sprinted toward the pool and jumped in with you in his arms.
SPLASH.
The camera caught the blur of movement, a flash of water, and then the screaming laughter as you both surfaced.
You spit water out, gasping. “You’re insane!”
Floyd slicked his wet hair back, grinning at you like you were the most fun toy in the world. “Mmm… is that a complain?”
Chat:
jen_jen: WHAT JUST HAPPENED
spaceywaste: SHE’S DATING WITH A PSYCHO???
alby-rei: HE PICKED HER UP LIKE NOTHING 😭
calcifiedunderland: THIS STREAM TOOK A TURN
Neko: pool stream of the year LMAO
wokasiv: DID SHE JUST GET YEETED INTO THE POOL
You swam over to the pool’s edge where the camera was still rolling and sighed, water dripping from your lashes. “Well. Um. Surprise?”
From behind you, Floyd wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You said when I get back we’d hang out…”
“…after the stream,” you muttered, but couldn’t help smiling as he nuzzled into your neck.
Chat:
spaceywaste: AHHHHHHH
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You shook your head and reached for the camera to end the stream. “Alright, alright, you guys saw nothing. Stream’s over, go touch some grass.”
Floyd grinned. “Why would they touch grass when they could watch us make out in the water?”
Ruggie’s fangs tend to come out when he’s threatened, or perhaps at unease. You would know, since he was so fond of grinning away nervously when he was still courting you. A knee-jerk reaction to protect himself, if nothing else.
You’ve grown to love that toothy grin, sometimes counting his razor sharp canines with the ghost of your touch, gliding over his jaw.
However, what you don’t notice is the way Ruggie’s back stiffens whenever another guy tries his luck with you. The way his tail stands at attention, rigid and bristling. Ruggie doesn’t really like to share what is his, after all.
You’ll feel a sudden watery warmth bleed right through the nape of your neck, with the soft touch of a pair of fangs hovering over your bare skin. If you bothered to turn around, you’ll see Ruggie’s eyes, piercing glare directed at your would-be suitor.
His teeth bared, arms snaking their way around your waist possessively.
12.10.25 - wall sex.
synopsis: The royal ball was gorgeous, so was your dress, and especially, so were you. Every man in the crowd had his eyes set on you, and not once did you try to pry them off. Leona wasn't one to share, especially his wife.
cw: monster cock/ribbed cock, beastwoman!reader, squirting, possessive/jealous(?), angry sex, some degradation, established marriage.
Music echoed in the grand hall, loud, bouncing drums, horns blaring with the delight of the festival. You smiled, elbow looped with non other than your husband, Leona Kingscholar, the second prince of Sunset Savanah.
Of course, he never took that title very seriously, already just an hour into the royal banquet and his first button unbuttoned. You sighed and shook you head with a soft smile as he glances about the room, bored.
The hall quieted as the king, his brother, announced your entrance. Smiles turned to face you, and you returned them, subtly elbowing your grumpy husband to at least try to do the same. He grumbled and half-assed some movement with his mouth, his eyes darkening as he scanned through the hungry gazes in the room.
Undeniably, the second princess was utterly, breathtakingly, gorgeous. He knew that, hence why Leona’s pride was so inflated when your arm was intertwined with his. But the consequence of such a pearl was the greed of others.
When a beautiful couple enters the room, eyes immediately drift, especially when said couple is the second prince and princess of their country.
So when Leona looked around and saw something other than admiration flicker in the eyes of men in the crowd, something filthy and lustful, his throat tightens with a growl.
Leona’s arms sinks down to wrap around your waist, pulling you tightly against his side as his tail lashes behind him. He could practically see them undressing you with their eyes, the thought made him hiss quietly. Obviously—and oblivious—you glance at your husband. You couldn’t deny the butterflies that still fluttered in your chest when his large hand gripped the dip of your waist.
Still, you noticed his expression twist, and you whispered to him, trying to keep a polite smile on your face, “Leona, what’s the matter?” You blink up at him, your smile softening as his eyes meet yours. His frown twitches, helpless when he sees your face.
It was pathetic how smitten he was for you, like an obedient pet. His thumb rubbed your waist as he murmured, “S’ nothing. Thinking about the food.” His eyes fall back forward, his shoulders rolling back as he guided you to your seat.
After gently scooting your chair back in, he takes the seat beside you. Even though he was known to be lousy, he kept his posture straight as toasts were made. Falena and his wife grinned as they gave their toasts to you two, giggling as they glanced between you and then to Cheka—who was drooling as he struggled to keep his hands off the dinner before him.
You smiled shyly and shook your head, reaching for your husbands hand. Leona smirked, pinching your wrist teasingly, fighting back a laugh as you blush and pinch him back.
When you look back to Falena, Leona’s eyes didn’t leave you. His gaze raked over your figure, each perfectly accentuated curve glimmering under the candlelight chandeliers, your skin glowing like a juicy fruit.
He licked his lips, his hand tightening around yours. Leona’s eyes lingered on your collarbones, exposed by the low neckline of your dress. His favorite place to kiss, to lick, and to bite, to mark you with his mouth. He loved your neck, the most obvious place to stake his claim.
Those leeches would never dare look at you had he left a mark. Saliva pooled on his tongue, his groin stirring at the memory of what was only a few hours ago. You voice muffled between kisses, hands in his hair, leg wrapped around his waist—
“Leona!” His ears flinch as he whips his head around to face his elder brother. The meal had begun and Falena teased, “Not hungry? Or craving something else?”Falena was no innocent soul, he knew precisely what his words implied. Leona scoffed and turned to his plate, roughly stabbing a fork into the tender meat.
You watched with pursed lips, offering a sweet smile when his glimmering green ones met yours. The same lips that were glossy with saliva. Bodies intertwined in the warmth of morning love. Leona felt his heart soften at the memory of something so sweat, and he huffed and fixed his hand to hold his fork in a less barbaric way.
By the time diner ended, the table was lively with conversation and the hall echoing with the beginnings of music. You practically felt Leona roll his eyes, after all, it was time for dances.
The rest of his family and guests laughs as their respective spouses—or spouses-to-be—led them to artisan-tiled dance hall. It was grand, candle fairies dancing with beat of the symphony, laughter occasionally ringing out near the drinks. You observed with a soft smile, still rooted in your seat beside your husband. Couples twirled and danced, grinning at each other as their bodies moved with the music.
You sighed softly, glancing at Leona who continued to slowly push more of the meat on his fork into his mouth, not even aware of the dancers. You knew Leona didn’t like to dances it wasn’t a surprise when he didn’t even glance up when the music began.
What was surprising was the gentleman, seemingly not much older than you, who approached you when you strayed away from the dining table and too the drinks across the hall. Tall, handsome, and with a charismatic face, you blinked in surprise as he spoke to you,
“Hello, princess,” He smiled, his words saccharine with interest, “It seems you haven’t stepped a foot in the circle.” You knew who he was. The son of a well-respected merchant, a friend of your father-in-law’s. Quickly returning a polite smile, you lowered your glass from your lips to respond with a easy laugh,
“Ah, yes, I haven’t danced tonight.” You smiled as he shifted to stand in front of you, only. Step away. His words were smooth and casual, spoken at a volume that was polite but intimate, letting his words linger in the air between you. Your ears flickered with laughter as he brought up conversations of your families,
Leona tail snapped agains the tile floor as he watched you face disappear behind well-dressed shoulders. His lips curled into a sneer, that same jealousy boiling in his gut as he watched you laugh with the man he’s seen at too many family dinners. He hated that your tail swayed behind you, friendly and curious, he hated that you smiled so warmly. That was only for him, only him.
“Unca!” A little voice squealed. Emerald eyes snapped to the fluffy head beside him, chubby hands pawing at the fabric of his suit pants. Big, bright eyes blinked up at him, a cheeky smile making his already round face rounder, Cheka giggled up at his favorite uncle, “Come! I wanna play!”
Leona gruffly huffed, his large hand wrapping around the boys tiny hands, “Go play with you cousins, pip-squeak.” Cheka whined, wriggling and squirming in his uncle’s hold as Leona stood up. His eyes burned into your face, into his face, that stupid, foolish tiger that thought he had even a chance with you? His wife?
A bitter laugh escaped Leona’s lips as his eyes flickered back down to his nephew, “Hey, scram. Or the next game you’re playing with me is wrestling.” Of course he meant no actual harm, but scaring the boy was far more convenient.
Cheka hurried away with a dramatic wail, running off with a few other kids his age. Leona didn’t care, his eyes glowering with bubbling anger as he watched that dumb tiger offer a hand.
Your eyes widen at the offer, and you laughed awkwardly. Technically, it wasn’t an inherently bad thing to dance with him, but you knew more than enough how your dear husband could be. But with the murmurs of the crowd and the curious eyes of the king, you accepted, gently placing your fingers on his palm.
Imagine giving Ruggie the childhood toy he wished he had.
It was only an offhand comment from him, seeing some of his dorm mates getting excited for the holidays, it reminded him of his own childhood, his grandma didn't have the money to buy the toy he wanted, but that's okay, Ruggie knew that they were struggling, so he never asked for anything, he always told his grandma that speeding time with her was enough for him, but even so his granny would save up some money to buy him a tasty treat.
"I would rather spend my money with food anyways." It's what he tells you, after casually telling you one of the most saddest stories you've heard "money is never wasted if it's spent on food y'know?"
He spends that winter with his granny once again, and when he's back from his home, you give him a present.
"it's just a simple gift, but I hope you like it." You sheepishly tell him.
He gives you a shocked look at first, he wasn't expecting anything, especially cause he knows Crowley isn't exactly generous with your monthly allowance, greedy bastard he is, are you trying to gain a favor with him? Or maybe Is this a prank? Is he going to open the gift and get some coal? He gets it okay, sorry for stealing your lunch that day, you don't need to bully him.
After he's done gently unfolding your present, his eyes immediately lock on the toy car in front of him, it's a simple red one, the types he would see the other kids play with, but even a modest little car like that wasn't something his family could afford.
"I know it's not what you expected but I hope you like it- Ruggie are you crying?"
"No I'm not! I just got some sand in my eye dammit!!"
That night he places his gift on his night stand, for some reason when he looks at that toy car, his heart starts beating faster, that's how he knows he's screwed, hyenas are greedy, and when you're so nice to him, he can't help but want more and more.
