꒰ ᶻ Z Z. SYNOPSIS occasionally, your dear boyfriend goes through a rut. . and suddenly, you are the only cure for his pain! /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ
꒰ ᶻ Z Z. GENRE smut, porn with little plot
꒰ ᶻ Z Z. INCLUDES Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar
꒰ ᶻ Z Z. WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | aged up characters | ruts/heats | implied overstim | breeding | piv | wolf-like genitals | lion-like genitals | oral (fem rec) | knotting (jack) | pet names | author note at end <3 | Octavinelle ver
ׅ꒰JACK HOWL ୭ ˚
Wolves goes through ruts during warmer months, such as March and February
Wolves are very possessive of their mates and Jack is no exception, instincts wins against him
At first, it was unnoticeable. . that subtle heat in his lower stomach, getting warmer and warmer with every passing second. It’s like Jack’s senses were heightened further; the scent of you, the touch of you, the sight of you has become dangerously intoxicating. Watching you closely with sharp eyes, he’s practically salivating. . but not from hunger, well . . perhaps a different type of hunger.
It’s already early spring, Jack’s heat tends to regularly appear during spring or summer. Ooh. . so that’s what why that
noticeable ache in his abdomen and the desire for you wholly has begun to appear. He’s going through his rut.
“Nngh. .” Jack huffs out through ragged breaths and breathless groans, the firm grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you squirm.
God. . how long has it been since Jack pounced on you— keeping you stuck in the mating press before manhandling you onto your knees and hands. You are moaning weakly into the sheets, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the bedsheets below was your dear boyfriend’s grip on your waist. . keeping you propped up for him to pound his cum into your velvety walls. With a whiney voice, you loudly moan out his name— sobbing when he presses you against the sheets, leaving to nibble at your already marked up neck.
With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw pussy, his thick cum pours from your sensitive cunt. . staining the mess fabric below. Desperately, Jack slowly drags his tongue against the skin of your neck. . groaning in delight at the taste of you against his tongue, sweet and inviting.
“Haah—! . . ohgodd, J- jack!” You gulp out, eyes rolling back with a deep and rough thrust into your gooey walls.
Your walls quiver and spasm around Jack’s length tightly, you are soo close to cumming for the nth time— overstimulation starts to bite at your flesh. You tremble violently, squealing in ecstasy as your sopping cunt squeezes around his length, squirting onto the messy sheets. Fat tears roll down your cheek from your intense orgasm, whimpering softly when Jack kisses at your shoulder— the sweetness completely contradicts those rough and mean thrust he gives.
“Mmhp. . fu- fuck, soo warm” he grumbles against your marked skin, heavy balls slapping at your puffy clit.
“Y- you feel —nngh. . wonderful, sevens—“ Jack grits out through clenched teeth, hesitating leaning in to bite at your shoulder— eventually giving into his instincts to mark you further.
You let out a loud yelp of his name, eyes rolling back so far when Jack’s knot swells up against your glistening folds. It presses harder and harder against your cunt until it slips inside with an obscure and loudly wet squealchh.
“Haah—! J- jack!” You sob out, a new batch of tears pouring from your glossy eyes.
He lets out a soft, shaky sigh of pleasure when his knot slips into your warmth— eliciting a loud squeal of a mixture of pleasure and pain from you. Jack slowly kisses at laps at each mark on your neck and shoulder, any spot he could reach is met with delicate affection. He moves you to rest against the bedsheets, cuddling you while his knot is still plugged into your pussy— the chances of you taking his seed increases.
Once Jack’s rut is finally over, he’ll make sure to give you the best aftercare. . but for now, he’ll hold you close to his warm body.
ׅ꒰RUGGIE BUCCHI ୭ ˚
Unlike wolves, hyenas lack a specific date for ruts, rather, the female hyenas ovulate throughout the whole year
Naturally, male hyenas rely on their mate to initiate sex, due to being more submissive than their counterpart
Ruggie could easily smell it on you; that hint of spice, sour, and sweetness scent that lingers on your body. . it’s enticing. You must be ovulating, it’s the only explanation for you being so bothered and desperate at the same time. Beastmen have a better sense of smell. . they can smell certain fumes better than a regular person, for example, he knows exactly when you fingered yourself.
That tasty sweet smell on your skin is slightly subtle but still bold enough, you must have done it early ago. Ooh, Ruggie is truly desperate for a taste of you. . but his biology clearly states that the male must wait for the female to initiate sex, unless they’d like to be bitten.
“Oooh. . fuck-! Ru- ruggie” you gasp out loudly, body trembling when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking tightly.
Ruggie has his hands sprawled on the inside of your plush thighs—keeping you pried apart, giving him enough time to drag his tongue through your slick folds. He’s completely drunk off the taste of your arousal, mindlessly moaning into your cunt and lapping at your pussy. . tongue smearing through your fat folds, parting them apart with each lick.
“Mmhp. .” Ruggie whimpers into your cunt, sighing when you drag your fingers through his hair, ears flattening against his hair.
He is a wet mess, chin and mouth soaked and glistening from your sticky juices, lips swollen from how long been buried agaisnt your sopping pussy. Ruggie is shameless, lips sucking loudly onto your engorged clit— even moaning and whimpering when he suckles onto your clit, causing the perfect amount of vibrations to course through your body, ripping out another orgasm from your exhausted body.
“H- haaah. . can’t ta- take it anymore. .!” You drool out, throwing your head back when he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole.
Your velvety walls flutter around his tongue, gasping when he stretches your walls out by fixing his tongue into you. Your body is throbbing soo much from the pleasure, it aches in the best possible way. Your legs struggle to stay open and you don’t have to worry about it, Ruggie is easily keeping you wiiide open like you’re paying him for it.
Again, you drag your nails against his scalp, tugging on his scalp tenderly, bucking your hips. An intense shiver courses through your spine when Ruggie flattens his tongue at your spasming hole, dragging the wet muscle all the way to your buzzing bud.
“Nngh—! Mmhp, baby. .” You mewl out, hips shakily trembling, lightly squirming from the pleasure.
Ruggie’s grip on your thigh tightened, silently asking if you can stay still while he feats on what you give him.
“Mmhp. . n- noo. .” He murmurs against your sticky pussy, a thin string of arousal connected between his lips and your cunt.
“D-don’t squirm from me. . need more of youu” Ruggie finishes, dipping his tongue back into your hole. . nose pressing against your clit.
Your jaw drops, eyes roll back, your grip tightens on his hair. You let out a breathless moan of his name, gushing around his tongue, feeding his hungry mouth for the nth time of tonight. And Ruggie is there to catch every drop, loudly dragging his lips through your pussy folds.
“Nngh. . n- no more. . please” you pant on, pushing at his forehead.
“N- noo. . prefect, pl- please. .” He protested, resting his cheek against your thigh, pouting at you.
“Just one more. .” Ruggie says, grinning mischievously when you nod your head.
You know it wouldn’t be just one more, but how could you ever think of denying Ruggie when he gives you those eyes? Sure, you’ll be jelly-boned once he’s done it’s you. . but that’s a later concern!
ׅ꒰LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ୭ ˚
Similar to hyenas, male lions don’t actually have a specific season in which a rut can appear, in reality, lions can mate throughout the whole year but a rut can be triggered by the female’s heat
Lions are quite territorial of their mate, sometimes becoming rougher with the intent of leaving their mark. . awfully similar to Leona
The second you stepped into Savanclaw, Leona almost immediately woke up from his little nap— keen scents picking up at the distant and subtle yet sweet scent of you. He is patiently awaiting your arrival in his room while pretending to be asleep. . although the wild flicks of his tail give away his facade— in reality, he’s eagerly waiting for his dear prey to finally barge into his room. And when you do. . that spicy, musky, intense, sweet smell of you, practically radiating off your skin, invades his senses. . oooh, you’ve got him hooked just by your scent.
“Haaah. . nngh! C- can’t take it anymoree!” You squeal out loudly into the sweat-soaked pillow, voice muffled by the soft fabric, fat tears rolling down the curve of your cheek.
You are drooling and gasping into the sheets, mindlessly gasping out your boyfriend’s name. Your body and skin tingles, a mixture of sensitivity and overstimulation. . it aches in one of the best ways possible. Leona had already reduced you into a whimpering and whining mess; thick fingers plunging deep into your quivering hole, massaging against your velvety walls as his rough tongue drags along the swollen length of your clit. . the perfect amount of pressure to have you bucking needily.
With each mean thrust of his thick, barbed cock back into your raw, leaking, puffy cunt has a copious amount of cum pouring from your stretched hole, staining the mattress beneath your slick body further. His tongue drags roughly against the warm, marked skin of your neck, canines finding their spot on your flesh— there’s bite marks all along your neck, some on your chest, some on your thighs, there’s even some bruises indented onto your hip and thighs. It’s clear to every student, beastmen and human, that you are only Leona’s mate.
“Leonaa! L- Leona. .” You mewl out loudly, back arching further into the bed. . swollen nipples grinding against the fabric— you squirm lightly from the onslaught of pleasure.
“C’mon, herbivore. . say my name” Leona grunts out between groans of pleasure, hips snapping into yours.
“Fu- fuck. . Leona!” You sob out, whining when his grip on your hips tightens where you squirm away from his touch.
“Again” he groans out between ragged breaths, teeth finding your neck once again, leaving his mark.
His tail curls around your thighs lightly as Leona nuzzles deeper into your neck, suckling lewdly at your skin. Your eyes roll back, an intense tremble courses through your body as you gush around his barbed cock for the nth time.
“Mmhp—! F- fuck! Ngh, Leona!” You wail out loudly, walls swallowing and squeezing tightly around his length.
He groans out your name into the sweaty skin, hips firmly flushed against your body— cock bobbing and twitching painfully, buried to the hilt of your pussy. Thick ropes of cum shoots into your white covered walls, causing globs of cum to seep around his thick base.
“Haah. . n- noo more. .” You say in a breathless and rough voice, gasping when he snaps his hips back into yours.
“C’mon, herbivore. . s- surely you’re not exhausted just from this” Leona says in that prideful and arrogant tone, you can practically imagine that smirk on his face.
However, you are wayy too fucked out to give a snarky comment back— simply melting into the sheets as his skin slaps against yours with a wet plap.
ׅ‧˚꒰♡ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block ᶻ Z Z
ׅᛝ AUTHOR NOTE ! ׁ ׅ ᶻ Wooow. . my first smut fic on this blogദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ originally, I was going to add the octotrio in this post but decided I would make a separate post(ᵕ—ᴗ—). I actually wasn’t expecting 300+ people to enjoy my first fic(..◜ᴗ◝..). I’m totally not exploding rn.. one of my fav twst writes followed me back omlomloml
Anywhores, I’m soo frustrated, pls just give me an ace or deuce card wtff. .
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? ;))
hey, if you liked this… check out Heartslabyul's, Octavinelle’s, Scarabia's, Pomefiore's, Ignihyde’s or Diasomnia’s versions?
alternatively; check out the Savannaclaw masterlist?
Let's talk sex positions! Pick a character(s) and explain their go to positions and why/when (or/and drabble it)
In my mind deuce is normally a missionary or lotus position user
Or maybe he gets more intense with certain emotions like jealousy then he switches out to positions like victory or pile driver. (No way in hell I can do drabbles for this)
★Have You Ever Tried This One?★
Synopsis: The sex positions twst boys will put you in!
Warning! Everything.
A/N: Oh, this is such an interesting request! I simply couldn't choose and made one for all the characters. It was fun seeing what position would suit each character the most!
PS. This is part one. I'll be doing the other dorms as well!
Riddle Rosehearts
I will always stand by the belief that Riddle loves sex for the intimacy of it, and because of that, I like to think he prefers positions where he can see your expressions or hold your hand
Other than Missionary, he'd definitely love Slow Dance
Something about thrusting into you while standing up and you wrapping your arms around his neck makes him so flustered and bothered
Riddle worries that he might have done something wrong. Why were you so quiet? It's not often you stay silent at moments like this. “Dear?” He whispers, his thumb gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Are you perhaps dissatisfied with this position?”
Dissatisfied? With how wet you were?
“Oh my, not in the slightest…” Your body relaxed into his hold, a slow grind to his cock as your patience began to thin.
He had to hold back a moan at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes shutting closed as he tried to compose himself. “I-it's just… you don't often smile like that when we engage in such activities.”
His words made your movements pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not you should tell him. You suppose it's not that sappy of a reason for you to hide. “Let's just say I like how I'm reminded of how gentle you are in times like this. It feels like we'll waltz at any moment!”
A bright red adorned his cheeks at your confession. How could you possibly associate a dance with intercourse?! Well, taking a look at it, he supposes you have a point…
“Dear, you shouldn't have implanted that thought into my mind. Now, the only thing I'll be thinking when we dance is how good you feel around me.”
Honorable mentions: Cowgirl, Spooning, and Drill
Trey Clover
I'm one of those Trey girlies that believe he's an absolute FREAK
Yeah, he's sweet and loving, but that mf will drill his cock into you
This man would absolutely love a good ol’ mating press
Legs over your head as he fucks his cock deeper into you GOD
Who knew you were flexible? You have not once thought about it until Trey had you in a mating press.
His cock hit so deep into you that you could practically feel him in your stomach. You wouldn't even be surprised if he was hitting your cervix at this point.
“Doing so great for me… Fuck, wanna fill this pussy so bad.” His words slurred as he continued to pound into you. Trey had a habit of saying the nastiest things once he gets pussydrunk.
He just gets so addicted whenever your legs are above your head and he gets a full view of how your cunt sucks his dick in.
Honorable mentions: Pearly gates, Deckchair, and Bouncing spoon
Cater Diamond
Anything to see your tits bounce
A bit biased, but I really think Cater is a boobs guy ok
He enjoys the view AND he can suck on them while you fuck yourself stupid on his cock!
He would also definitely love to fuck you in front of a mirror
“Fuck, yes! Faste—!”
Cater's loud moaning filled the room as you continued to bounce on his cock. His eyes were glued to the way your tits moved as your aggressively rode him. Your body was beginning to become sluggish after hours of being in the same position.
Much to his disappointment, you begin to slowly halt your movements. His hands reaching to grip your hips before holding you up. His hips pulled out until only his tip was in, and he pushed it all back with one harsh thrust.
“Cater! Wa—!”
He has to see those titties bounce one way or another.
Honorable mentions: Pinball wizard, Sofa surprise, and Straddle
Ace Trappola
He's a basic BITCH
Loves Doggy because he can pull on your hair
I would've made him a nasty one, but he's a bit vanilla in my heart
His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, pulling on it every time he felt closer to his release. Fuck, he could do this all day. Seeing you on all fours, struggling to keep yourself up as he continued to pound into you.
“Shi—Ace! Slow do-down…”
What was that? He can't hear you over the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelch of your pussy taking his cock.
Honorable mentions: Reverse cowgirl, Back seat driver, and Leapfrog
Deuce Spade
Yeah, he's nasty with it
While I agree with anon with her take, I would also like to introduce to everyone the Full Nelson
HEAR ME OUUUUTTTTT
Imagine he's jealous and shit, so he pulls this position to drill into your head that only he can fuck you that good
Sometimes you wonder if you should make him jealous on purpose. It would make you a bad girlfriend, but with the way his cock was hitting deep inside you? Yeah…
Legs over your head held by your hands as he rams his dick deeper. You question where he even knew about such a position. Something so exposing and humiliating yet hits all the right places.
“Ace can't f-fuck you like this. No one can…”
God, if he kept fucking you like this, you wouldn't mind letting him take his jealousy out on you.
Honorable mentions: Victory, Lotus, and Fast fuck
Leona Kingscholar
Contrary to popular belief, he actually likes a variation of missionary
I may be a cowgirl truther, but being manhandled…….
As much as he loves having you on top, he also loves having full control over you
His hands pin yours above your head, making sure you wouldn't be able to move as his thrusts become harder. Slow yet deep thrusts had you squirming and moaning under him. You didn't think teasing him would lead you to such a position.
“Where's that cocky attitude now, huh? Can't do anything when I'm in control…”
The mix of his sultry words along with the way he rams into you sent jolts of pleasure all over your body. How long can you even last once Leona finds his motivation?
Honorable mentions: Bow and arrow, Mastery, and Piston
Ruggie Bucchi
Another titty-bouncing enjoyer
Tbh he likes anything that's good for a quickie
Mostly prefers cowgirl just bc it's simple
'It'll be quick,' he said. 'Just one round,' he said. And yet, you have been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours. Your thighs were beginning to burn from how long you've been in this position. A pool of his cum was already forming from where you two connected!
“Ruggie! Can-can't anymore… ‘m tired, please…"
“No, you're not. With the way you’re clenching around me, I doubt it.”
He preferred quickies, he said….
Honorable mentions: Leg glider, Doggy, and Coital Alignment Technique (CAT)
Jack Howl
Another mating press lover
I told myself I wouldn't repeat some of the positions, but it just works
Holding your legs over your head while he fucks his cum deeper into you YEAH
Breeding season has finally rolled in, which means you're stuck in Jack's room for however long he needs!
How many times have you come already? You could barely feel your body anymore. His rough hands grabbed your ankles, pushing them until they reached your head. You could barely react before he started to drill his cock into you.
"You’ll give me pups, right? Of course you will…”
Honorable mentions: Triceratops, Stand & Carry, and Missionary
Azul Ashengrotto
Spooning
He likes the intimacy of it, and he can hold you really close
Plus, you won't be able to see how fucked out he is
“Doing so good for me… fuck! So ti-tight…”
You could feel his breath on your ears as he pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face into your shoulder while he ground up against you. Azul took his time ravaging you—he always did.
His arms wrapped around your waist, making you unable to escape his grasp. Even in his human form, he had the strength of eight arms.
Honorable mentions: 69, Man Missionary, and Corkscrew
Jade Leech
He's a passionate man
He'll also fuck you on the nearest surface
Has a thing for bending you over tables, which is why I THINK he's a Burning Man position guy
His hand held your wrists as he pounded into you. Jade just couldn't wait until his shift was over, bending you over the counter in the kitchen. It's honestly surprising that no one has even accidentally barged in!
“Jad—! Slow do-down, can't k-keep quiet!”
Even with your pleas, his hips only thrust harsher into you. A sick part of him did hope people from the outside could hear how only his name remained in your mind while he fucked you to oblivion.
Honorable mentions: Corner Doggy, Legs on Shoulders, and Leg Glider
Floyd Leech
Missionary
YEAH HE IS THE MORE VANILLA TWIN
He likes to see the fucked-out expression on your face every time his cock hits that spot
Easier access to your clit too
“Yeah, ya like that, shrimpy~?”
What was he even talking about? You could barely process his words with his finger kept on stimulating your clit. A high-pitched squeal left your lips when he made you come once more.
If that wasn't enough, Floyd started to jackhammer his cock into you. It was barely noticeable, but your body has started moving towards the edge of the bed. Your head was practically hanging by the time Floyd had realised the situation.
“Ha! Hold onto me if ya don' wanna fall~”
Honorable Mentions: Hang loose, Superwoman, and Effiel tower (iykyk)
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.
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with little 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, Doubble D, merfolk fuck, tentacles, knotting.
COMMENTS: This is the FINAL PART FOR THIS SERIES! New intro, same context. All characters are +18. Part one here - Part two here
Ah...Unbirthday party, so many rules, so many colors, so many Heartslabyul students following the schedule to the letter, but it’s the new guests, the slight loosening of Riddle, the new activities, and the fresh air without a trace of tension or rivalry that makes this party feel more… alive. Loud music blares from someone’s speaker, drinks and sweets, too many sweets, that aren’t written in the beloved “Queen of Hearts’ Rules,” the atmosphere overflowing with camaraderie forged after a completely… catastrophic year. The red roses painted immaculately, students from the famously strict dorm welcoming every guest who wants to join, appreciating all the contributions to make this party feel more like a celebration than just a dorm event.
Trey and Cater busy themselves filling the dessert table, already overflowing with chocolates, strawberry tarts, bowls of plain strawberries, though you leave a pot full of cream for anyone who wants to make their fruit even more delicious. Vil and Rook bring more fresh food, prepared with the best organic ingredients from Pomefiore; even Epel brought several jugs of apple juice.
The atmosphere feels more energized, mixed with that dangerous aura of a bunch of hormone-driven kids with barely controlled magic who want to blow off stress one way or another; even if blowing off stress means eating until bursting, hitting a sugar spike… or getting drunk.
Because yes, this might be the calmest Unbirthday party in terms of rules, but that didn’t mean Ace couldn’t pull something. With a flask in hand and the most smug, mischievous grin that always shows when he knows what he’s about to do could land him in serious trouble, Ace pours the bright amber contents—shining and camouflaged perfectly in the punch, or was it iced tea?—so that no one notices the difference; or maybe they do, but they’re too busy with the food and with breaking more rules.
“If anything happens, blame my brother. His idea” the redhead tells you when you give him a look, though it doesn’t last long because you also want to try the contents of that new, gleaming drink.
Between hands and dancing, what starts as one cup filled to the brim with amber liquid mixed with fruit turns into two, three, even a fourth; it’s so sweet you can’t even taste the alcohol. Your legs, however, do notice, wobbling this way and that when you’re guided through the maze-like garden paths, or when Trey takes you to the lounge to help carry new tarts to the dessert table, him holding one in each hand without trouble.
The celebration that, by habit, usually lasts a couple of afternoon hours stretches longer and longer, the sun dipping below the horizon and the real magic beginning to hum with the moon in the sky. The lights grow sharper, more intimate, some colored, the music louder and the air heavier with sweetness.
You see Jack and Leona having a friendly arm-wrestling match on one of the lounge’s low tables, some betting on Jack, others, too afraid to go against him, on Leona. Jamil sits beneath a great rose arbor, enjoying that for once he doesn’t have to cook, letting Kalim do as he pleases.
Sebek’s constant shouting rings out as several people approach Malleus to strike up small conversations, noticeably affected by the punch enough to lose their fear, and the tall fae letting himself be drawn into countless discussions, most of which he barely understands, yet listening closely and laughing from time to time.
The air grows warmer with every minute as people shed the tension from their shoulders and let the stress dissolve on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the lounge. You feel hands brushing your arms and hips, bodies leaning against you to share gossip or simply mess with your hair or your reactions, someone placing a liquor-filled chocolate against your lips, waiting for you to bite so they can eat the other half.
Vague, sensory memories linger in your mind like small flashbacks: fingertips brushing the skin of your neck, a whisper in your ear, your back arching slightly thanks to the garden breeze over your nape freed from your hair. Someone moving your hair from your face and lips brushing your forehead before lowering to yours. Memories of your vision blurring and spinning and glowing while the noise of the party scatters, as if the crowd were drifting away, or maybe it’s you who’s drifting. The coldness of the wall against your back and a warm body against your chest.
Hands roaming your sides, tongues licking your thighs, a bed falling apart with every movement of both bodies; a rough gasp against your neck, teeth nibbling your earlobe, skin burning and the delicious anticipation of desire sliding between you. Words barely whispered or spoken through laughter, sometimes said with need, other times with pure overflowing desire, promising an endless night meant only for you.
Morning light pushes in annoyingly through the window, preventing you from opening your eyes to face the new day. A headache drills from behind your eyes and your body aches and feels heavy, and you’re unable to move without your legs feeling numb, like a pair of gelatin molds with a liquid center slowly pushing through and melting the outer layer.
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Cater
Waking up feels like you survived a tornado of sugar and bad decisions. Your head is pounding like it’s about to explode and your mouth is ridiculously dry. When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is a trail of…
Glitter?
Well that’s new
You also notice the pillow is way too soft, much softer than yours at Ramshackle, and it smells like citrus mixed with both sweet and spicy.
You stretch, your body aching in a sharp way but also with a pleasant sensation between your legs and in your thighs, and your hand bumps into another body.
You bump it again… and again… and again.
Your hand keeps colliding with what seems to be a bare chest.
You hear a low, satisfied hum, look to your side, and find Cater’s awake face, hair a mess, phone in hand.
And the camera is pointed straight at your wrecked face.
“Morning, cutie~!” his voice far too energetic for this hour.
He flips the phone around and shows you the very lovely, very disastrous photo of your eyes barely open in the first morning light.
You look like absolute hell, sweetheart
“#GoalsIRL, am I right?”
“Delete that right now, Cater!”
He just laughs, tossing the phone onto the pile of discarded clothes at the foot of the bed—and by pile I mean a couple of your things and his, let’s say some shirts and a pair of pants.
Because the rest of the clothes… are everywhere.
Your panties are even hanging from the bedpost.
“Relax, babe, that one’s just for my private collection,” his mischievous eyes travel over your body, biting his lip. “Unless you want me to show the world the absolute snack I had last night”
You follow the line of his gaze and realize your chest is uncovered, bits of glitter stuck to your skin. Your eyes return to Cater, noticing his chest is also bare and covered in glitter.
You pull the sheets up to your chest, but you can’t help wanting to look underneath them. Very timidly you lift them and, to your not-so-surprise… yes, you’re naked; you clutch the fabric tighter around yourself and sit up slowly.
“We…?”
Cater gives you the most shameless grin. “Oh, we definitely did, cutie~” He winks and his voice drops into a wicked whisper. “Didn’t know you had what it takes to keep up with me. Didn’t peg you as someone so… insatiable”
Fragments return in chaotic bursts: his hands around your waist while he made you dance to a song neither of you was really listening to; his lips at your ear whispering all the things he wanted to do to you after the party.
His lips never leaving yours when he couldn’t wait until the end, whispering he needed you now, carrying you to his room while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed and didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips back to the skin of your neck, undoing every button he found in his path and stripping you in record time. His mouth biting you with each piece of clothing freed, leaving reddish marks on your collarbone, your breasts, your thighs. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?”
His hands spreading your legs as he lowered his head, licking and sucking without restraint, growling in pleasure every time you moaned loudly. His tongue teasing your clit, sucking when he felt you getting desperate; his fingers sliding inside, first one then two, bringing your first orgasm of the night.
You remember riding him, your hands on your chest, his cock opening your wet cunt with every drop of your hips, your hair loose and eyes half-closed while your clit rubbed against his pelvis. Cater simply admiring your body moving deliciously, your breasts bouncing up and down.
His big hands holding one while the other gripped your hip firmly. “Come on, baby, move more, I want you to cum with my cock buried deep inside you”
The flash of his phone when he snapped a ridiculously shameless photo, the camera aimed right where his cock was driving into you, maybe even recording a short video; you managed to snatch the phone and throw it into a corner just as he smacked your ass hard.
The way he kept turning you and switching positions at will: your ass fully on display when he flipped you and kept you riding him, holding onto his legs; fucking you against the wall, his fingers sliding between your legs to play with your clit while he sucked your nipples.
Though his favorite position was missionary, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt already drenched from so many orgasms… while your mouth was also being used by one of his clones. “Keep moaning. I want the whole dorm to know who’s fucking you this good”
You remember feeling more than a couple of hands wandering over your body, gripping your hips, spreading your legs wider and keeping you from closing them, palms over your breasts playing with your nipples; and one particular hand gripping your throat so you could feel his cock sliding below.
“So delicious… you like it when I fuck you with my clones, baby? Hm? Want us inside everywhere?” your moans mixing with his breathless laughter as he thrust faster and faster until he spilled inside.
The moment he pulled out slowly, watching his semen slide from your pussy; his fingers gathering it and pushing it back in. “We’re not wasting a single drop, right cutie?” and before you could answer, he was already pushing back in, his cock hard again to start thrusting once more.
“You okay, baby? No regrets, right?” His words pull you out of the endless spiral of filthy, indecent fragments.
His thumb is working over a sore muscle in your back, slowly easing the tension. His gaze expectant and a bit nervous about whatever words you might say next.
“No regrets, Cay-Cay.” He smiles, satisfied—hearing that seems to free him from needing to hide under the biggest rock in society.
“…but you’re deleting everything you took yesterday.”
“Awww~ you’re so mean,” but there’s no offense in his tone.
Cater rolls onto his back, stretching, and you can’t help noticing the faint marks along his neck: hickeys, scratches, spots where you dug in your nails; he shows them like a supermodel.
“Wanna go for another round? Or need a second to catch your breath?”
You push his chest, though without much force and even less conviction. You let out a small laugh and he pulls you close, your body fitting perfectly at his side.
The warmth of his body wraps around you and for a second… you can set the headache aside.
Ruggie
The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your mouth is so dry it feels like the savanna itself, your head pounding a thousand miles an hour and an overwhelming, absolute need to chug a galleon of water.
You turn over, hoping to fall back asleep or at least find a position that might ease the drumming in your skull; you reach for the nearest thing to hug, thinking the soft pillow under your head might have a twin.
And you did find something, yes. But it’s not a pillow you’re hugging so tightly.
It’s something solid, hard, and a bit lean… and it’s alive.
You hear a yawn near your ear, followed by a soft chuckle. Something soft moves above your head.
A pair of ears twitch in time with your breathing.
…ears
You open one eye and find Ruggie’s messy hair, his gray-blue eyes looking at you from the next pillow over.
“Morning, sunshine—”
You don’t let him finish.
Still disoriented and a little sleepy, you grab the pillow under you and smack it straight into his face.
“AHHHHH… RUGGIE WTF?!?”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t hit me!”
Ruggie dodges a second strike by hiding under the sheets and peeking out with a wicked grin. He’s still laughing hard, coughing a bit from the intensity of that wake-up. “You’re more violent than a female hyena after mating”
“Ma-mating?!”
Your wide eyes take in Ruggie’s figure, only now barely covered; his torso is bare, a few scratches across his shoulders and pecs, a purplish hickey on his neck.
You glance down and see your own chest just as bare, covered in bite marks and a couple of hickeys along the curve of your breasts.
You clutch the pillow to you like a shield, covering your chest. “What…? Did we…? What happened?”
Ruggie props himself on one shoulder and starts counting on his fingers. “Let’s see… we danced a few songs, you stole a sweet straight outta my mouth, I got it back by kissing you, you asked me to teach you how the ‘wild animals of the savanna’ end the night… and I guess we got a little outta control, huh?”
The memories come in flashes: Ruggie’s hands on your hips while he spun you around again and again until you got dizzy. His wild laugh when you chased him down corridor after corridor, stumbling over your own feet, until you caught him and kissed him in the darkness of an empty hallway.
Wild, hungry kisses, little bites along your neck and collarbone. A particularly mischievous nip at your hip when he yanked your underwear down with his teeth; his hands positioning you on your back, one on your hip and the other lifting your leg, presenting you open for him.
His quick, skillful fingers moving nonstop inside your cunt while his tongue slowly licked your clit. “Fuck, best meal I’ve ever had” Your back arching when he found your most sensitive spot and hit it again and again and again, making you see stars and moan nonstop.
The way he bent you over, half your body on the bed, the other with your feet on the floor, your ass raised high so he could knead it, squeeze it, smack it.
The fast, eager rhythm of his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly into your backside, making it bounce. “Look at it move” His chest against your back, gripping your hips tight so you wouldn’t collapse.
His cock opening you inch by inch, trying to go deeper and harder, pinching your nipples so you couldn’t help but moan for him.
The way he sat you on top of him, Ruggie perfectly level with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them while you dropped down on him again and again. Your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance so you could move faster and keep your clit rubbing constantly against him.
His dirty words in your ear when he felt your spongy walls tighten, knowing you were about to cum. “C’mon, pretty, cum for me. I want you screaming for me”
Ruggie’s name on your lips when you cum hard, collapsing onto him, your nipples brushing his chest, already so sensitive and abused by his fingers and teeth; his reaction to having you squeeze him so tight, now moving you at his rhythm, fast and feral again.
“Ruggie! I-I’m sensitive!” him just moving you faster until you cum again, him chasing his own orgasm.
The moment Ruggie spilled outside, splattering your stomach with his seed. “I know you’ve got more in you, sunshine. ’Cause I’m nowhere near satisfied”
You groan, hiding your face behind the pillow, the fragments painfully vivid even with your eyes closed. “Oh Seven… really?”
“Yeah, pretty. And you were loud… pretty sure we didn’t let anyone in the dorm sleep.”
That does not make it better!!
Ruggie’s now stretched on his back, arms behind his head, the picture of satisfaction. You can’t help tracing his naked body with your eyes, every mark, every scratch, every hickey… drifting lower and lower, seeing the outline of his barely-awake cock under the sheets.
Ruggie’s eyes are up there, you know?
Your cheeks flush red and you look up at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal settling in your stomach and between your legs.
Ruggie stretches a hand toward your face, a finger tapping your nose. “You okay? No regrets?”
“I think… I think I’m okay.” You look back at him. “Just… wow.”
His grin now shows nothing but fangs and he sits up until your noses touch. “Just wow? Guess I’ll have to try harder then”
You shove him with the pillow and he catches your wrist, pulling you until you end up half on top of him. “You looked so happy last night, I wanna do it again”
His lips find yours, slow, almost a brush. His hand slides up your arm until he pulls away the pillow that so shamelessly hides the beautiful sight of your breasts marked by him.
“And if you’re in the mood, maybe I can make breakfast too… but only if you pay me in kisses.”
You settle more comfortably over him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Your cunt perfectly positioned over his throbbing, hungry cock, eager to sink back into you.
“Deal, hyena”
Jack
There’s a strong, solid, enveloping heat pressing you from all sides, keeping your back glued to a body much larger than yours, two limbs holding you tightly, wrapping around your waist from both sides.
You open your eyes, confused, and notice those limbs are two arms, huge and muscular, hugging you and keeping you firmly trapped.
And on top of that… you also feel something furry and fluffy tickling your leg.
…You lift the sheets.
It takes you a moment to register that: you’re naked, there’s a silver tail over your leg, the sheets aren’t yours, the bed isn’t Ramshackle’s… it goes without saying the room isn’t yours either.
Someone’s warm, light breathing prickles the skin of your neck. You turn your head slightly and see silver strands, adorned with two relaxed ears, barely twitching with each breath.
Jack huffs softly against your hair, his chest vibrating with his deep breathing. You feel his nose brush your nape and, with a low growl, he pulls you even closer, pressing your ass against his hip.
You feel his cock, hard, throbbing and big, even half-asleep; you hold back a gasp, noticing that small tingle of pleasure mixed with curiosity and the faint suspicion that last night was wilder than you want to admit.
“Jack…” your pulse suddenly races, like you’re running a marathon.
And with this wolf behind you… naked, for the record… there’s a very good chance you already ran that marathon.
You try to move slowly, but his arms tighten a little more, leaving small kisses along your nape.
Memories from the night before hit like lightning: the moment you leaned too heavily against his huge chest, your hands stroking up along his big arms, appreciating his muscles; his own hands pulling you even closer before pinning you against the wall.
His arms lifting you effortlessly—you weighing nothing to him—his mouth devouring yours while he held you snug against his groin. In that position, lifted and pressed between two solid surfaces, he made you feel so small; your cunt already growing wet with anticipation.
You remember the damp heat of his mouth moving down your neck, his tongue heavy with desire, soft bites leaving marks he then kissed tenderly or soothed with his tongue. “Does it hurt?” he’d whisper, and when you shook your head no, he dared to bite a little harder, growling when he felt you tremble beneath him.
The moment he laid you on your back on the bed, his knees between yours, his lips kissing every inch of your chest, licking, sucking your nipples until you were breathless.
His big, calloused hands exploring your body, opening your legs, sliding his fingers inside your more-than-wet pussy, opening you patiently but without hiding his desire, his palm right over your clit. Every time his fingers curled inside you, he stimulated that sensitive bundle at the same time.
His erection, heavy and throbbing, brushing your cunt, rubbing and letting your fluids wet him and make him harder; his tip rubbing your clit, ready to pull another orgasm from you without even being inside yet.
The way he arranged you on your side, lifting one leg and penetrating you slowly, filling you completely. Both your breathing ragged, mixed with gasps. His movements slow at first, sliding in and out, his hand holding your neck so he could bite you freely. “Let me mark you, let the whole world know you’re mine”
When you rode him, his cock sinking deeper, the wetness of your pussy soaking his abdomen and your legs, letting him thrust into you more easily, your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. The strength of his arms guiding you up and down, trembling when he felt your walls tighten more and more, cumming with his cock buried deep inside.
The moment you felt him swell at the base inside you, the pressure of his knot beginning to form, Jack gripping your waist to keep you from moving. “If you keep moving that good, I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” you trembled in his hold, his knot stretching you much wider.
The moment you both cum together, him howling your name muffled into your neck, the heat of his seed filling you, his knot firmly seated, keeping every drop from leaving your cunt and preventing you from separating while your orgasm made you writhe from head to toe.
The way he pulled you to him, his knot still deep inside, but his hands soft and protective, stroking your hair and face while you came down from the wave of your climax.
You dare to turn a little more, your memories from last night fresh and very, very hot, when you see Jack open his eyes, still confused and sleepy; his voice rough and deep… if that’s even possible.
“Morning, did you sleep well?”
“I think so… I can’t really feel my body… except my head.”
A small smile slips from him, nervous but sincere. “Didn’t mean to be rough last night.” His fingers trace the curve of your back. “But… I couldn’t stop touching you.”
A shiver runs down your spine, his fingertips along with the growing pressure against your ass. “I can tell”
You hear a growl leave his throat, your back arching as you reach to touch his chest, his shoulders; Jack bites his lip when he feels you press even closer to him. “You’re doing that on purpose”
You laugh at the little self-control he’s battling to maintain… though it makes you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden stab of your headache. His hands stroke your body slowly so the sudden pain fades a little.
Every brush, every caress, is loaded with that contained animal desire, which finally snaps when he kisses your neck again, hungrier and deeper. Soon, the bed creaks again beneath both your weights, the heat rising between your bodies.
In the morning, all that remains is the murmur of your name on his lips and his arms, steady and strong, settling you beneath him once more, while the sun keeps rising over the horizon.
Azul
For a moment, everything feels too and perfectly still, like a silent cocoon of warmth and luxury. The sheets feel incredibly soft and there’s a scent in the air faintly like sea salt.
Okay… your dorm never smelled like sea salt and you never had sheets this soft.
You open your eyes, blinking slowly against a haze of early light slipping through elegant curtains.
Yep, definitely not Ramshackle.
And this is not your room, much less your bed.
From the décor and the scent in the air… it’s obviously Octavinelle.
Your heart starts hammering, panic rising because you don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, until you feel a weight shift beside you. You turn and see Azul sitting on the bed, already wearing his glasses, hair messy from sleep, reading what you assume are his latest contracts.
He turns his head when he notices you move and smiles at you, a little hesitant but very soft…
Damn, much softer than any smile he’s ever given a client or even his dormmates.
“Ah, good morning” His voice low and honeyed, surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up naked beside you.
Naked
Because yes, Azul’s torso is completely bare, free in all its glory, the sheet very low, too low, barely covering him from the waist down.
And your body is naked too
“Good morning…” is all you manage to say, your voice completely shot, your throat sore.
Your memories come back in swirling flashes: you approaching Azul behind an improvised bar in the middle of the lounge, whispering things to him that obviously had nothing to do with the party and absolutely couldn’t be repeated in broad daylight. His hands guiding you out of the lounge, leading you to his room and devouring your mouth like the hungriest man alive.
His slightly trembling hands stripping you piece by piece, caressing every part he uncovered; the way he adored every curve, the softness of your skin, his mouth lingering with unusual slowness over your chest, his attitude almost devout.
“You’re so soft, so beautiful, it’s… you make me insatiable” his tongue licking your nipple while the other was stroked and lightly twisted by his fingers. Your breasts were the main course for Azul, kissing, licking, biting, every inch of total interest to him.
Your hand in his hair when he moved down to your wet cunt, pulling him closer, asking, begging him to continue, to devour you like you deserved. “More, Azul, please, keep going” The groan he let out reverberated against your clit, his fingers sliding in gently. Your wetness already staining the bed and his face, and like a proper gentleman he didn’t stop until you cum with his face buried between your legs, his tongue cruel on your clit.
His eyes widening when he slided in for the first time, feeling your spongy walls squeeze him everywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands on his back, pulling him toward you to kiss him and let him fucked you however he wanted: slow and deep, savoring every moan, or fast and hard, shouting his name as you cum.
“That’s it, my love, keep going, let me hear how sweetly my siren sings” His cock plunging into you again and again and again, his fluids mixing with yours, bringing you to the next orgasm with his thumb on your clit.
You blush hard, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover your chest. Azul’s gaze is hungry and devout, but careful. “Are you alright? Are you sore, my siren?”
You open your mouth, only to catch sight of something strange and pink on the skin of your arms, round and vividly colored, like they were made with a lot of pressure and enthusiasm.
You lift your arms, the trail continuing over your chest, shoulders, even down your hips. Beneath the sheets it’s the same—more marks across your thighs. Perfectly scattered, forming a pattern.
The marks are shaped like…
Suction cups?
You look at Azul, who’s gone red with both mortification and fascination. “Uh… those are… yes, they are suction cups.” He brings a hand to his eyes, adjusting his glasses. “My apologies, you were so soft that… I lost control a bit.”
You don’t know whether to laugh or scream from adrenaline.
You choose the first.
A small gasp escapes you, followed by a soft laugh and then a more euphoric one, still not fully processing what’s happening. “You… you marked me? With… your… tentacles?”
HOLY SHIT!!!
More memories crash in like storm waves: Azul holding both your legs with two of his tentacles, spreading you at will, keeping you from closing them while he penetrated you with what you assume was his inseminator tentacle; both coiling over your thighs and squeezing lightly.
The cold, heavy pressure now around your arms, even your neck, as Azul increased the intensity, his tentacle sliding in and out, twisting inside you with inhuman speed. “You look so delicious like this, so helpless, and so mine”
His tongue returning to your breasts while his tentacle curled and explored your interior, tearing scream after scream from you that had to be muffled by another of his tentacles. At first just covering your mouth, but Azul’s gaze when he saw your lips wet from his limbs showed he wanted even more from you.
The wet limb sliding its tip over your mouth, playing with your tongue as if it were another tongue, until reaching your throat and twisting like the one inside your cunt. Both creating waves of pleasure and heat that made you convulse and cum.
“Can you bear it, my siren? I want you to feel what it is to be truly possessed,” the inhuman rhythm as he panted at your ear, his tentacles never stopping, even when you felt him spilled deep inside.
His smile as he watched you tremble, his torso pressed to your back, two tentacles wrapping your waist and keeping you still while he penetrated you again and again, thrusting with undulating movements, the tip of another limb playing with your clit, every contraction pushing your body further past its limit.
“I can give you a cream if you wish,” Azul’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Though you will have to cover yourself quite well for the next few days.”
Still amazed and a bit stunned at what your body endured, you smile, because in the end… your body feels deliciously, painfully satisfied.
You roll onto your side, letting the sheet fall a little more. “I’ll take the cream, but I’m not covering up to my neck.”
“Oh, no?”
“No—” you cough, still feeling the soreness in your throat. “They’re proof the octopus fucked me pretty well.”
He swallows hard, the tips of his ears completely crimson, looking like they might explode.
“Well… if you put it that way… I can’t help but accept that it was a… sublime night.”
10/10
“Impossible not to desire someone like you” His gaze drifts down your breasts, your torso, biting his lip as if wanting to lift the sheet and lose himself between your legs again.
You lean closer, tugging his arm so he falls over you, his glasses crooked on his face. “Impossible not to want you either”
“You are dangerous, you know that? Now it’s going to be impossible for me to concentrate at the Mostro” He kisses you long along the collarbone, his arms wrapping your waist, fingertips stroking your soft skin.
“Oh, poor unfortunate soul~”
You let out a squeak when you feel Azul bite your shoulder.
Kalim
The bright, golden sun wakes you, your eyes opening heavily and almost closing again. Your head hurts like hell and you’re pretty sure that if you move too fast you’ll end up terribly dizzy.
The room smells far too sweet, like coconut, but mixed with spice and turmeric, and the atmosphere is far too soft to be real.
The sheets are just as soft, a kind of silk only found in Arabic countries, accompanied by red and gold accents that definitely don’t belong to your room.
Yeah… you’re in Scarabia.
You stretch and immediately freeze. You feel warmth, but not the kind of warmth from sheets—this is the warmth of another body pressed very close to yours, skin against skin.
And you’re naked and…
OH GOD! The other person is too.
Kalim’s feet, tangled with yours, brush along your legs, waking slowly and pulling you even closer to him.
Your eyes meet his ruby ones and a smile spreads across his face, so radiant and gentle, and he nestles his head even closer to your neck, as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one.
His hair is completely messy, his skin glowing, and he is absolutely, gloriously, not worried at all about the fact that neither of you is wearing clothes. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin.
“Oh! Good morning, my love!” he smiles, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “How is the most beautiful desert's flower feeling?”
“Umm, my head hurts a little.”
“Ah! That’s not good, I’ll see if I can bring you something for the pain.” He barely gets up, the sheet sliding down his torso, leaving him in all his glory… and it keeps dropping.
And more… and more… and more… until he stands fully revealed before you, his cinnamon skin shining in the sunlight.
You make a small sound of surprise, half embarrassment, half delight.
Kalim, already out of bed, turns his back to you, letting you see thin red marks trailing from his shoulders down to his hip; the tattoos on his arms, combined with the shine of leftover sweat, make them look a bit more defined.
Wait… leftover sweat… both of you naked…
“Kalim?”
“Hmm?”
“Did we…? Did we sleep together?”
Kalim moves back toward the bed, kneeling so his face is level with yours. “Yes, my love! We were together all night!” His eyes now show a hint of concern. “You don’t remember?”
You blush instantly, memories from last night flickering behind your eyes: Kalim pulling you onto the dance floor, laughing so much he almost dropped you, but his hands—always soft and steady—keeping you close; every spin among waves of color and music making you dizzy with happiness. A stolen kiss in the middle of a turn, then another, and another… until his lips never left yours while he pinned you against a wall to devour you properly.
“Let me show you how much I desire you” he whispered in your ear once you were naked in his bed, his mouth returning to yours but not staying long; his need now to roam your burning skin while his hand wandered over your stomach until reaching your thighs.
His tongue passing over the hollow of your neck, along the side of your breast, licking one nipple with calm devotion, using your moan to slide a finger along your wet folds, discovering step by step what made you moan more sweetly, what made you arch or beg for more, before even pushing inside or circling your clit.
The warmth of his body in sync with yours, watching how much you enjoyed everything he gave you; you were the most beautiful and exquisite sight he had ever seen. “Come on, qalbi, let go for me, I want to see you tremble with pleasure”
The moment he sat you on top of him, wanting to see your face when he slided in, his hands roaming your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, massaging the softness of your abdomen and the roundness of your breasts. He let you control the rhythm, biting his lip as he watched your body bounce and move over him.
“How beautiful you are… I want to see you like this every day” Kalim’s moans and gasps echoed in the room, his head thrown back, feeling your walls tighten every time you sank his cock deep inside.
The wind raising goosebumps on your skin when he held you against the columns of his window, letting the moonlight outline your figure, a drop of sweat shining as it slid between your breasts and Kalim licking it away; his hands holding your ass while his hips struck as he thrust into you again and again and again.
You remember the moment he cummed inside you, the warmth of his semen filling you, his mouth releasing the sweetest, wildest groan you’d ever heard. Your own orgasm followed soon after thanks to his skilled thumb and his fervent need to see you cum with his cock still inside.
Even after he’d finished and you were both breathless, Kalim didn’t want to leave your warmth, moving his hips slightly just so you’d feel him hardening again inside your walls. “I’m not satisfied yet, qalbi, I want more of you”
Both of you in bed, sweaty and panting; Kalim kissing your hands, your stomach, collecting with his fingers the mess sliding from your cunt, staining the expensive sheets, and bringing it to his mouth, looking straight at you as he tasted it.
The heat between your thighs intensifies when Kalim kisses your forehead, realizing you’re getting lost in the indecent memories. “Did I exhaust you?”
“I...I guess...a little, yes.”
“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”
You watch him grab a pair of boxers from the floor and barely pull some pants on before leaving the room. After a little while, he comes back carrying a glass of fruity liquid and something for your headache.
Oh gods, what a sweetheart
Little by little your pain fades and you can melt even deeper into the soft bed; your heart flutters when Kalim lies back down, pulling you close and hugging you as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
What a pleasant moment…
Your stomach tightens when his hand slides along your inner thigh. “Kalim—”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re nervous, look at you, all flushed! I want you to relax even more, qalbi.”
Before you can answer, his fingers are already brushing your sensitive cunt; you gasp, your hips arching unconsciously.
Kalim’s lips curve into a mischievous, charming smile. “You’re still wet? Did you miss me, my love?”
He kisses you slowly and deeply, his fingers never stopping their soft circles before sliding into your cunt again. You melt feeling him in the morning light, pleasure right at the surface.
Your fingers run through the white strands of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Kalim moans against your mouth and you answer by biting his lower lip.
The whole room seems to turn golden as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again, tangled in the sheets.
Epel
The sweet, fresh smell of apples fills the air, mixed with the warm fragrance of clean sheets and some natural, expensive undertones…
You don’t even need to open your eyes to know you’re not in your cold, poorly kept dorm.
The second thing you allow yourself to feel is your dry mouth, your head pounding from every possible angle.
And the third is the brush of a naked leg against your thigh, and uneven breathing behind your neck.
You open your eyes slowly, blinking at the damn light slipping through the light, characteristically expensive Pomefiore curtains, and turn your head. Epel is asleep on his stomach, one hand in his tangled hair; his leg so shamelessly stretched to rest between your bare thighs.
AHHHHHHH BARE!!
Your whole body is naked and if you look at Epel’s body again—especially his chest rising and falling in a quiet breath—you’ll see he’s naked too.
You also notice thin scratched lines, suspiciously like the kind made by nails, and a fairly large purplish hickey in the hollow between his shoulder and neck.
SHIT… Vil is going to kill me
“Fuck…”
It was just a tiny groan, nothing loud, but enough to wake the lavender-haired boy. He opens one eye, and when he sees you looking at him, he jolts, a mix of embarrassment and shock.
“HOLY SHIT!”
Okay, his came out louder.
You both stare at each other, him trying to cover his modesty with the blanket already sprawled across the bed, his face completely red up to his ears; meanwhile, you’re processing the disaster.
“So… we… we did a… thing… right?”
“Uh… I guess? I remember… a couple things…”
Slowly, and with your head still throbbing, the memories return in flashes: the exact moment Epel, already heated by alcohol and excitement, caught you in his arms in the middle of the party, not caring who was watching, and pulled you tight against him, devouring your mouth right on the dance floor.
His audacity dragging you outside the lounge, not giving a damn that Vil was watching from the other end and shouting that “that’s no way to treat a lady”; Epel simply flipping him off while still kissing you and sliding his hand onto your ass, even sneaking it under your pants to pull you closer.
“I’m not stopping, I want you all to myself, now,” the way he slammed you against the wall the second you reached his room, stripping your clothes with trembling hands but completely sure of what he wanted. The desire to have you naked and screaming for him so everyone in the dorm would hear who was fucking you so good.
His hands squeezing and marking with desperate urgency, wanting to feel you arch and tremble under him; his nails scraping your thighs while he spread your legs without asking, his fingers sliding between your cunt.
His digits, at first two, then three, moving in and out with such obscene ease that even the small wet sounds from you didn’t improve your pathetic situation; and on top of that making a mess on the floor with your fluids running down your legs and splashing the carpet.
You remember when he grabbed your waist and spun you suddenly, pressing you face-first to the wall with your ass perfectly positioned for him, his cock entering your cunt in a first thrust that tore a raw, overflowing moan from you.
“That’s it, my häschen, moan louder, let the whole dorm hear you” he fucked you in a frantic rhythm, both hands gripping your hips so hard they left finger marks on your skin, pulling you back into him so his cock disappeared into your wet, spongy walls.
The warmth of his chest against your back when he leaned in to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His pants at your ear, his teeth leaving marks on your shoulder and neck.
The moment your walls tightened harder around him, your orgasm coming, and that same hand dropping to your clit, making fast, merciless circles to push you over quicker. “Yes! Yes, Epel… fuck! Don’t—don’t stop”
The cry of pleasure on your lips when you cum, Epel still buried deep inside you; his thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going to the limit, making you shake and beg. “Gods! Sevens… Epel, give me a sec! I need a sec—”
“No, no, no, beautiful, I’m gonna make you cum again, give me everything, häschen,” his own voice turning rougher and wilder as he fucked you harder and faster.
The way he fucked you not just against the wall but also on the floor, his cock sliding even deeper when he lifted your legs to place them over his shoulders. His pelvis deliciously brushing your sensitive clit.
Epel holding your hips open while the heat of his semen spilled inside your cunt, his teeth biting your shoulder, and in a spasm, your breast.
You return to this morning, Epel avoiding your eyes and curling himself into a small bundle in the sheets. “At least I wasn’t a disaster, right?”
“N-no!! No, you were…”
Great? Amazing? Way bolder than I thought?
“Yeah...yeah you were really bold…”
“…that’s good, or bad?”
“It’s good, Epel!”
The moment is a bit awkward, but sincere and sweet and that’s all that matters.
“Okay, okay, I think I can come out of this victorious”
That’s the spirit
You settle against his shoulder, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around both of you. It’s warm and he is too; maybe this calm is exactly what you need for your terrible headache.
Though there’s one small problem left to solve.
“OH SHIT!! VIL IS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN HE SEES ME.”
Yup… that little problem.
And let’s be honest, you took the night to “ruin” Epel’s image too with the scratches and the hickey.
Good luck.
Sebek
The first sound you hear when you wake isn’t birds or the sun coming through the window. It’s a crash: a low, guttural groan mixed with the creak of the bed, followed by a snort so loud even the pillow trembles.
You feel the sheet tangled around your waist, your body sticky with sweat, your hair a mess, and a huge hand gripping your thigh so tightly it’s like it wants to hold you forever.
You open your eyes, trying to focus through the sunlight slipping past the curtains into a room… far too dark…
And...gothic? Very refined, actually.
You look down, the sheets just as dark, the structural wood of the bed dark too… it’s like being inside a gothic and rather expensive dream.
Ah, and by the way your torso is bare, the sheets only covering your legs…
And yep, underneath those you’re naked too.
You cover your chest, noticing finger marks, bites, burning skin, and swollen lips (and a bit dry).
You turn your head and see Sebek, eyes wide as saucers, his chest bare too, skin dotted with bites and scratches that who knows where they came from.
Spoiler alert: it was your own nails, during a moment so out of control and pleasurable, that created such a masterpiece.
“AH!” he shouts, voice loud and raw. “W-what…?”
His morning-rough voice comes out with some alarm… only to end in a small howl of pure embarrassment.
You try to speak, but only a hoarse sigh comes out. Your head throbs, your body burns, and your groin pulses and tingles.
Holy… shit…
The silence lasts barely a second before Sebek starts unleashing a torrent of rushed words, practically yelling, red to the roots of his electric-green hair.
A green so intense it hurts to look at right now with this massive headache.
“I-it is not proper for a gentleman! I have committed an unforgivable error! Miss, I swear by the Great Lord Malleus that I would never…!”
“FUCK… DON’T SHOUT SO LOUD!! MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!”
Absolute silence when you bring your hands to your temples, trying to ease the pain by pressing them.
Silence… silence… only silence is needed.
Your memory returns in flashes: you remember pulling Sebek to dance, even if only for a few minutes… or a few songs?… in the middle of the improvised dance floor, though honestly… you weren’t expecting to dance with him, but to feel his big, strong, calloused hands hold your hips while you whispered things to him (things you definitely can’t say out loud), watching him blush.
The moment Sebek, also weakened by the alcohol, lifted you into his arms without any care, as if you weighed no more than a feather. His heavy, loud breathing at your neck while he kissed you, his long, powerful strides taking you out of the lounge and into the darkness of his room.
“I cannot stop, this is not the conduct of an honorable knight… but I desire you too much,” those same hands roaming every part of your body almost desperately, squeezing, scratching, leaving red marks on your thighs and sides, unable to measure his strength.
The moment you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, how to make you arch and moan and gasp under his touch, Sebek learning like a proper knight and like the lover he wanted to be for his sweet maiden, feeling your warmth beneath his fingertips.
The same happened when you guided his hand to your stomach, sliding it slowly so he could feel you tremble when his fingers found your clit. “You need to do it slowly first, feel how I get wet when you touch me like that” Slowly, learning, feeling his fingers grow slick while he brushed your wet folds uncertainly.
You remember his clumsy but very hungry mouth moving down your breasts, biting your nipple until you moaned and kissing the mark when he released it, then doing the same to the other.
The moment you sat astride him, positioning your wet cunt over his already painfully hard, needy cock. Your hand sliding down his broad chest, over his stomach, which tensed when he felt your nails scrape his skin; the warmth of your hand when you wrapped it around his cock and stroked him.
His eyes barely open as you moved your hand up and down over him, watching shamelessly as he melted beneath you, barely holding back before finishing in your hand.
The moment you rode him, at first slowly, your nails digging into his chest, Sebek’s muscles tense and his mouth open, moaning louder than you thought possible. “Oh, seven… more—don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
The wild rhythm of your hips slamming against his, both bodies colliding hard, the mattress squealing; your drops so rough you could feel him deep inside, his cock deliciously opening you, your own body seeking to feel more and more of him.
Sweat running down his neck, so perfect shining in the dim light of the room, that you couldn’t help but lean down and run your tongue over his skin, your clit brushing his stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest. The new angle letting him go deeper and pound your sensitive spot.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” and that was the last thing he said before grabbing your hips and moving you at a speed you never could have reached on your own.
The moment you both cum at the same time, so strong and explosive that you simply collapsed on top of him, your clit throbbing against his stomach; Sebek trembling as he spilled inside you, his semen slipping from your entrance down your legs, a nearly beastlike groan and his whole body shaking with pure pleasure.
“We did something… inappropriate… didn’t we?” Sebek’s low, defeated and astonished voice breaks through your indecent memories.
You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or hide your face again.
“Y-yeah… uh… yeah, we did”
Keep your breathing steady, your head doesn’t hurt as much now, but anything you say could ruin the morning.
“But… I don’t think it was inappropriate”
He stays silent, swallowing. He searches your eyes for any hint of insecurity or regret… and he thinks he finds none.
“Was it… something good? Did I hurt you at any point?”
The unexpected tenderness hits your chest; you take his hand and your fingers squeeze his tightly. “You didn’t hurt me at all… it was just… intense.”
“Intense?”
“Mhm… you left me shaking.”
You see him relax a little… juuust a little, still unable to believe what he just lived through.
Putting the drama aside… it was the best fuck either of you ever had in your lives… and you were his first time.
Congratulations!!
Now get out of the room and figure out how to explain to the whole dorm Sebek’s very uncommon and very not-family-friendly screams.
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
Can I request headcanon with the second years, like they really like reader so they court them, but in reader's tradition that is something disrespect or rude? No need to write this if you feel uncomfortable, sorry my english is not good. Have a good day💗
SORRY I INSULTED YOU- I THOUGHT WE WERE FLIRTING!
SYPN: While attempting to woo you, they accidentally insult you, not knowing it would be disrespectful in your culture.
Riddle was hosting the typical unbirthday party. You went to sit beside him, judging by the extra leniency he'd given you, not to mention his excessive politeness towards you, it felt safe to assume he was into you enough to let you sit at his side. Before you could sit down though, "Don't sit there." Riddle stated bluntly. His posture was perfect, hands folded in his lap, chin lifted up, completely stoic. Like he was completely unphased at the fact that he was telling you to move away from him. "You must sit at the farthest seat, over there." Riddle pointed to the chair across the winding table from him, Ace had a teasing look on his face, whispering "Oooooo!", as he nudged his elbow into your side. What was this guy's problem, making you sit so far away from him after dropping so many hints...!
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Riddle kept his posture perfect, trying his best to keep his professional demeanor. The other students were chattering, the usual hustle and bustle of an unbirthday party, yet Riddle couldn't help but feel incredibly nervous. Expected since he was basically about to confess his love after months of preparing. Swallowing his nerves, Riddle watched as you approached. Before you got comfortable, he interrupted "Don't sit there." He held his head high, trying to seem confident as possible. It seemed like everyone at the party looked surprised, even that annoying ginger card soldier let out a playful coo at you. Not that Riddle was really paying attention to that, far too busy listening to his heart try to not tear out of his chest. The king must always sit opposite of the queen after all.
RUGGIE BUCCHI
Approach/avoid, try and get romantic, but if the advances aren't immediately reacted to, get distant, then try again later.
This was infuriating. Ruggie was obviously into you, but before you could make a move back, he'd run off! Not once, not twice, not thrice, but a near uncountable amount of times, Ruggie has approached you, with obvious romantic interest. Getting sweet with you, getting you exclusive things and opportunities, even getting you gifts- both handmade and from his limited income- and yet! Right before you can pay him back for all he's done, he ghosts you, ignores you, and blatantly ignores you if you enter a room. That dumb grin, what was he trying to get out of you!?
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Ruggie knows the courting rules as well as he knew the back of his own hand, his grandma wouldn't have it any other way. "If the one you're trying to court isn't immediately reciprocal, try again later, they aren't into you." Ruggie has been trying his hand for months with you, his labors of love coming from hand to pay check. Waiting. Yet for some reason, you just weren't taking the bait! Ruggie was sure he had memorized at least your basic interests down, yet when he presented you with a gift, you'd just smile and nod. Nothing in response. Not physical affection, not trying to hang out later, not trying to gift him something back (though he didn't really blame you for this, he didn't want to make the gifts predicable enough for you to gift back the next second.) If you weren't into him yet, he wasn't set on giving up now!
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Show dominance, power! But be incredibly cautious, always be ready to run away at a moments notice.
Azul had been looming over your shoulder for what felt like forever. The octoboy had been basically following you everywhere, offering a job at his questionably moral lounge occasionally. He'd flaunt his 'status' at any chance he got, how much the lounge earned, how the other students feared and respected him, along with various other accomplishments you couldn't dare to keep track of. It was honestly getting pretty.. annoying. It seemed like he was just trying to recruit you, but at the same time it felt like he was just trying to flex his resources because every time you even attempted to comment on his resources- boom, he'd scamper away. was he just trying to taunt you with his power?
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Azul was nervous when the thought of courting even crossed his mind, was he so smitten to even attempt it? Growing up.. 'less desirable' didn't particularly help with his confidence. Its traditional in the coral sea to show off what you have, to show that you're powerful enough to protect your possible mate, obviously that didn't completely translate onto land but something similar should work... right? So that's what Azul did. He's follow you around, showing how capable, how suitable he was for you. However, when you poked at his methods, his nerves would get the better of him. Old habits die hard, no matter how smooth he tried to be.
JADE LEECH
Zapping you.
Jade was certainly more sadistic than he seemed, all you could do was simply exist in the same room as Jade, and you'd earn a little zap from the eel. Eating? Zap. Walking next to him? Zap. Doing your work diligently? Zap. It seemed like anything you did, it would earn you a small shock, seriously, what was his problem with you? He never did it to anyone else, just you! It was annoyingly constant- at some point you'd gotten used to tensing up every time Jade got close to you, preparing for the inevitable electric rush that came with his presence.
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This was funny. Jade knew land dwellers had way different ways of showing affection, but it was just easier doing what he was used to, that's to say, a playful little zap right when you weren't expecting it. It was pretty cute to see you jump when he barely did anything. He wasn't trying to be cruel by any means, Jade just wanted to tease you a little, don't take it to heart.
FLOYD LEECH
Zapping you.
You knew Floyd enjoyed toying with people, but did he seriously NEED to zap you every five seconds!? If you dared to breathe the same air as him, zap, zap, zap! Cruel or down right rude, Floyd just wouldn't leave it! Honestly it might just be more efficient to run away from Floyd to avoid getting minorly electrocuted... did he really have an issue with you? enough to continuously do this at least. He seemed to be pretty happy around you though, ugh, this was making your head hurt to much to worry about it.
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Floyd couldn't help it, you were just too cute not to zap! Sure, humans have different customs, but who was Floyd if not a rule breaker? A little buzz, a little zap, it was a cute tease to see you get all jumpy. Its not like he meant to hurt you ever, it was just fun to see you squirm because you weren't expecting it.
KALIM AL-ASIM
Being affectionate in public.
PDA is a big no-no, it unprofessional, its inappropriate, its rude, really there can be an infinite amount of reasons PDA shouldn't be a thing. You'd think Kalim would know that, coming from a very strong and extremely profitable bloodline, only to be disappointed. You didn't particularly mind the sentiment itself, it was cute even, but he really shouldn't be hanging off your arm half the time... it was like he was trying to embarrass you!
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Kalim loved you a lot, that wasn't something to be doubted. Klaim liked being around you, holding your hand, brushing shoulders, he felt secure knowing you were so close. It was kinda romantic, but dating takes awhile to actually settle... For now, Kalim was willing to just be at your side until you made a move.
JAMIL VIPER
Having a "chaperone" in private spaces.
Trying to figure out of Jamil was into or not was certainly its own kind of hell, it had to be! Every hang out that was supposed to just be the two of you, Kalim was there. Is Kalim was busy, some other random student was. Did he hate you so much that he couldn't stand being alone with you? He defining seemed to be into you, he'd given you special treatment, let you have first dibs, all the kind-of-romantic gestures, yet he just couldn't be alone with you!
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Jamil looked himself over in the mirror. Kalim was absolutely glowing with excitement. Jamil sighed "Kalim, I'm hanging out with my crush, but you're acting like its your date." Kalim laughed. "Sorry, sorry! I'm just so excited! This is like- your first time ever trying to get a partner! By the way- still really happy that you chose me cause like you could have anyone present-" Jamil internally sighed, listening to Kalim ramble on. Jamil valued the opnion of his family in terms of partners, unfortunately, his family wasn't very close to night raven, so Jamil had opted for a substitute- Kalim. Was Kalim the best choice in this regard? Sevens no. But it was close enough for Jamil to feel secure.
SILVER
Being "overly subtle".
Was Silver dropping hints, or just teasing you? Silver treated you differently than anyone else, but it still felt like he wasn't putting a crazy amount of effort. It was so irritating- how could he act so into you but so disinterested at the same time? You technically couldn't blame him for somethings due to his sleeping issue, but it was totally intentional when he offered to share some of his lunch. Maybe you were reading too much into it, and he just wanted to be kind, make sure you were eating right? It was seriously irritating how everything that could be perceived as romantic could ALSO just be Silver being a good friend.
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Silver was laying wide awake. He was mulling over the interaction he had with you today. Was he too obvious when he asked if you wanted to share some of his lunch? He didn't want to seem desperate, but he also didn't want you to think that he wasn't into you.. Silver rolled to his side, sighing. He didn't want to be blunt with his feelings, forcing his emotions on you was the last thing he wanted. So he'd wait until you made a move back, then he'd get more obvious. Or would you prefer if he made the first move? Thinking about it was just making Silver exhausted. He should train more after school, think about it some more, maybe ask Sebek? Lilia?
AN: inspired off their animal/og movies culture, some inconsistencies bear with me... your english is perfectly fine btw I understood loud and clear! Might do pt. 2 with them trying to fix it 😛
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.
