While courting, crocodiles can be surprisingly tender, involving much touching of snouts, rubbing of necks, blowing of bubbles and resting of heads on each other’s backs.
Sebek Zigvolt! Whose face grew crimson at your utter lack of decorum, as he so nicely put it, when you’d fallen asleep on his back after one of Vargas’s more tiring lessons - what? You’d groaned, ignoring all of his minimal at best attempts to push you off, further curling into him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, completely oblivious to the poor first-year’s inner turmoil. You insolent little -! Fine, he’d allow just this once. (Lies. He wouldn’t mind even if you did it daily.) Calloused hand now usually placed against the back of your neck while walking, fingertips pressed against your nape, so gently, almost like he was afraid holding onto you too tightly would shatter you, all while his posture remained ramrod straight and face flushed a pretty pink, as if he was embarrassed from doing something intimate…oh well, you wouldn’t expect any less from your favourite emotionally constipated croc <33 Running up to you one day brandishing two bubble wands like they were swords, loudly complaining about the brainless humans(who really were just confused onlookers wondering why the two of you were blowing bubbles at the courtyard), before immediately flipping and complimenting your excellent bubble-blowing form(red-eared all the while, waving his bubble wand back and forth like he was doing something important. Cute.) Stiffly asking one day if he had permission, permission to what, exactly, you weren’t so sure but hey - why not? Steeling yourself for whatever Sebek had in store for you, only for something hard to bump rather awkwardly into your forehead, another thing pressed against your nose… eh? His hands cradled carefully around your face to rub his nose against yours, so positively red you couldn’t help but giggle - a bad decision, on your part, because you quickly lost your footing and fell onto the grass, sending poor Sebek tumbling down with you(Whatever, it wasn’t like he cared that much, anyway - not when you were laughing like that, eyes ceased at the corners and cheeks ruddy). Barging into your room for the umpteeth time the next week, a hint of nervousness in his tone - “Lilia has arranged a meeting with you. It is only expected of him - my parents are currently unavailable to assess my mate, so he will do it in their stead. Pardon? Of course, I’m referring to you! Have you gone mad?” Madly oblivious, sure, but hey - a boyfriend’s a boyfriend, especially since it was your fav croc ;)
While courting, bats will douse themselves with perfume, sing or scream to express desire, as well as engage in mutual grooming and wing-flicking.
Lilia Vanrouge! Whose grin widened like a Cheshire's when you invited him out for an impromptu karaoke session, and even more so when he caught a whiff of your new perfume - “My, my, how bold ~” …eh? Resting his chin on closed fists, as he watched you belt out a popular song with a sickeningly dreamy look in his eyes, before choosing his own song with all the seriousness of an army general leading his troops to war, cheerfully screeching into the karaoke mic death metal, beaming at you with a proud grin after the song ended(well, Cater did mention he liked metal, so this probably wasn’t out of the ordinary, right?). Dousing himself with copious amounts of strong perfume right before attending any of his classes that you were in to the point that the entirety of Diasomnia knew what the two - mostly one - were up to, sending you looks of mild annoyance whenever they caught you and Lilia walking by(“Just say yes already, i don’t know how much more of this lovey-dovey nonsense I can stand -“ “There’s a betting pool if you’re interested -“ “Oh, really?”). Unexpectedly rough hands becoming touchier and grabby with you, if possible, now always semi-permanently glued to your body, whether it be simply running his fingers through your hair(oh-so gently brushing out knots or the occasional tangle with the care so unlike his usual reckless demeanour, almost like he was worried pulling a little too sharply would harm you) or barging randomly into your dorm for impromptu self-care nights, armed with face masks from Pomefiore and a old movie in hand(eyes gazing into yours a little too adoringly when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder halfway through, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair back, humming sweetly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders - he’d have to rummage through your kitchen to prepare you a wonderful meal when you woke up…he was sure you wouldn’t mind too much, now <33 Face turning a shade of pink he would have giggled at when you decided to surprise him by randomly appearing from behind and almost screaming his name, his raspberry-red eyes widened in delight, voice awed and nearly breathless, taking your hands in his, with a stupidly lovestruck look in his eyes - “Does this mean… you’ve finally accepted me? Oh, I should tell Silver right away! He’d be delighted to have another parent - hm? Did you really think we’d become mates without me introducing you to my family? Goodness beastie, what a funny thought! Come along now, you can meet the rest over dinner!” :))))
While courting, dragons may offer their potential mate treasures from their own hoard, as well as show displays of power to win their affection. Inviting their potential mate to their hoard is considered to be a sacred act, as well as an agreement to the courtship.
Malleus Draconia! Who had been acting even more socially inept than usual - awkwardly offering you gems and necklaces and brooches which you were sure cost more than you could ever spend in your lifetime, right next to delicately carved stone gargoyles(that took you quite a while to find a place for, but no worries), along with frequently alarming actions that anyone else would’ve been scared of - such as Malleus nearly flooding the school after you tried to get up from your lunch table to get water, Malleus snapping a tree cleanly in half after Rook had been ‘observing’ the two of you, Malleus stepping on your keychain which had fallen off your bag, causing him to despair and cause rainstorms for three days… ah, good times, good times(and probably nothing more to the way his emerald green eyes seemed to glisten at you when you told him that breaking your keychain was fine, since it was an accident, and such a small thing wouldn’t deter you from being his friend… yeah, probably nothing.) Inviting you out to visit his room one day with a rare flush to his pale cheeks, pointed ears reddened to their tips - odd, but this was a normal friend activity, right?? Flushing an even deeper shade of scarlett when you admired his hoard collection of pennants and souvenirs gifted to him from Lilia, happily recounting all of the outlandish stories he’d been told by him as he grew up, eyes blown wide like a surprised cat’s after you’d told him you’d love to experience those places, places he’d only ever heard of since birth, with him - “Did you… did you really mean that?” Avoiding your gaze like an embarrassed schoolgirl all of a sudden, usually composed face tinted pink, something so worrying you couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, just to check in case of an odd fae illness - something which only led to Malleus staring at you like a particularly strange animal, only for him to sigh(dreamily?) and lean into your warm touch, closing his eyes shut. (He really was sick, then. He had to be. After all, his body temperature was oddly hot, and his pulse seemed to be growing faster by the minute.) Humming a new tune - a song Lilia used to sing for him when he was young, apparently - the day after, appearing in your front door like he’d been summoned, lips curling upwards the minute he’d since your face, in all its just-woken-up-bedheaded glory. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I’ve already informed Lilia of our relationship, and he has approved. Though, those senators seem less… excited about our future, but no matter. We should leave for Briar Valley in a few days time - I’m sure they’ll have a change of heart after meeting my lovely future head consort in person, and if not… well, I’ll simply just have to do some convincing.” ;)))
BONUS:
While courting, humans don't usually rest on each other’s backs, scream to profess their love, nor do they typically invite potential mates to their hoard - but neither were they raised and surrounded by fae, so Silver certainly was a different case altogether.
Silver! Who had decided to ask his fellow peers for advice on how to properly court you - hence, Sebek. “INTIATE INTIMATE TOUCH!” was his junior’s advice, which turned out…okay. His original plan of going on a walk in the forest together had been a massive fail, falling asleep on a bench when you’d asked to take a break - his head perched on your shoulder, long eyelashes fluttered shut, near silent snores escaping his barely opened lips. (Not like you minded much. Silver falling asleep on you was becoming a common occurrence, the more you spoke to him.) His second attempt at wooing you coming directly from his fa - Lilia, himself - to invite you out for a karaoke date. Which was fun - until Silver’s song of choice came on, a song Lilia had strongly recommended to ‘properly show them you’re interested’… a decision he’d later come to regret, after being hit in the face with heavy bass and its singer letting out an unholy shriek. Though he did try his best to sing along, which turned out… interesting. His voice hoarse from all that screaming and shouting, leading to him being confined to his room due to his unbearably sore throat, sighing wistfully and staring out his window, watching the blue birds chirp and squirrels climb up trees, deep in thought…(why wasn’t any of his courting methods working? Should he ask Kalim for help next?) Jolting up when Malleus barged in, in his own polite way, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke,”Your beloved has arrived with soup. I believe they are here to assist you. Lilia has already let them in. Good luck.” Face tinted a soft pink when you sat down on his bed and offered him a flask of chicken soup(that he was extremely grateful for, after politely refusing Lilia’s many attempts to feed him his strange concoctions), auroral eyes locked onto your gaze, so intently focused on you that he tipped over the thermos of soup, apologising over and over as he felt you do a once-over on him, fingertips lightly patting him down, eyes scanning him for injuries. “I love you.” The words escaping his mouth before he could stop himself, eyes blown open by his own directness, even more so when you flushed a shade of pink he found absolutely charming, reciprocating his feelings. Wait…really? Smiling giddily like an idiot after you’d accepted his confession, opening the door to walk you back to your dorm, only to see Lilia, Sebek and Malleus to tumble out, presumably listening in to the entire thing. Looking up at you with an apologetic smile, holding onto your hand just a little bit tighter, as if trying to reassure you -“I hope you weren’t too surprised… they might be a little much, but it's okay, because i love you, and I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as i do.” :))))
hey, if you liked this… check out Heartslabyul's, Savannaclaw’s or Octavinelle’s versions?
alternatively; check out the Diasomnia masterlist?
☆Embarrassing (cute) things they did before you started dating!☆
with diasomnia! ☆ >masterlist< ☆
Malleus-When did he become this easy to read? When was he this… cute? He often forgets his regal way of carrying himself when he’s with you. When you refuse his invitation, you could practically see a pout on his face! Finding himself in front of your door, he knocks politely, despite the pouring rain outside. Upon opening the door, all you could think about is how he resembled a sopping wet cat. You even catch him sneezing, water droplets dripping from his hair. Isn’t he able to block rain? Little did you know, he was a little too excited to see you. From the looks of it, he noticed it too, looking away from you to calm himself down. A slight blush began to bloom on his neck when he turned.
Lilia- His age was showing, in unexpected ways. Honestly, he never expected to get this far. It started as a fun way to tease you, so why was he actually going through with it? From holding doors for you to pulling the chair back before you sit… wasn’t he practically courting you? Thank goodness he caught himself before he went too far, heavens, he’d even asked if you had received his ‘correspondence’ yet! Surely you would just pass it off as him being the kind and welcoming person he is, right? Despite this, he still continues gifting you thoughtful presents and even holds your hand gently while both of you walk down the staircase.
Silver- Everything seems so much funnier when you say it. He smiles a lot more around you, if you’re lucky, you catch him laughing. Soft giggles that are rarely heard. Even when you’re not telling stories or funny (lame) jokes, he still finds himself staring at you, almost fondly. He never really notices when he’s smiling, unconsciously laughing alongside you. Maybe it’s just… you? When you realised, it all made sense. No wonder the birds and squirrels started coming over, to listen in.
Sebek-He somehow always finds an excuse to offer you his jacket. Too cold? A jacket is thrown at you. Raining? While running, you notice Sebek rushing to the rescue. If you accidentally spill something on your uniform, he’s the first one to lend you his jacket. Of course, he does it in his own way. Through thoughtful nagging and lecturing, you could still feel the warmth behind his words. Though, you probably missed when he would cough awkwardly, watching you wear his jacket with a tinge of blush on his cheeks, glancing away and back again. It’s his duty… totally.
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.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝓣eaching Grim a secret handshake because it symbolizes a deep bond from where you're from and the first years finding out, forcing you to teach them your secret handshake to them too.
I like to headcanon that secret handshakes don't exist in twisted wonderland. Greetings in twisted would most likely be a handshake or a dap up at best, but a secret handshake? Nope, never heard of it.
So you would introduce them to it. Mainly Grim after you taught him a secret handshake.
The thought just came up to you on a random morning while getting ready to go on about your day, until your head was like "how about you teach Grim a secret handshake like how you and your best friend used to do" and so you did. You made up a secret handshake on the spot, taught it to Grim, who surprisingly memorizes it fast and now you two do it all the time to greet eachother if one of you are separated, or if you two finish a particularly hard task and succeed.
The first to notice the secret handshake is Ace and Deuce of course; they would notice how your hands seem to do a secret greeting that only Grim knows how to do when you two reunite after being seperated. Ace would get pissy about being left out, and Deuce would stare with jealousy in his eyes as you two do that thing again with your hands. You finally taught them the secret handshake and now they wouldn't stop doing it with eachother or with you and Grim. Finally perfecting a potion in Crewel's class? Secret handshake, passing in Trein's test? Secret handshake, Managing to finish five laps on the track as to Vargas's instructions? Secret handshake as a celebration. You swear they're trying to numb your hands atp.
Another victim to this is Jack. Jack probably got curious to the incessant handshakes that was unfamiliar to him. He doesn't remember people in the twisted wonderland do that, he doesn't remember a handshake that has five steps before ending. Then after multiple instances of doing the handshake in front of him you made him join in on the fun by just doing the handshake with him, no practice, no step by step tutorial, no introduction, you just went up to him after doing the secret handshake to Grim and did it to him too. You are very lucky that he caught on quick and was very quick to learn after seeing it multiple times. I headcanon that he doesn't do it as much but he does still do it, just not as excessive as Ace and Deuce. It's just a way to insure you're friends y'know? Like a confirmation of sorts.
Epel would definitely notice the secret handshake and will definitely demand to do it too. You would have to teach him three times until he could grasp it, but once he does he has an undying grip on it and will do it to y'all to make himself feel 'manly' because does anyone have a secret handshake? Does everyone have a sick greeting as this? No, so that's why he does it to greet you guys, he does it to show off, and he does it to feel smug. He just loves how secretive he is. But he will get used to it so much that he accidentally does it to other people, his ands move too fast for him to comprehend that he did it to Rook and not you guys. You can imagine the horror he felt after realizing it.
Ortho observes the secret handshake with interest and curiosity but will not ingage or ask questions, he thinks that it's personal so he doesn't really ask about it nor ingage unless told to. This will go on until he could practically memorize the handshake. You guys will have to ask him to join or better yet do it to him. He'll be very happy and enthusiastic after being part of it and will show it off to his brother. Be warned though, if he finds out that you could essentially make different kinds of combinations of handshakes he will make difficult and different kinds of handshakes and show it off to you guys. You probably have three more handshakes because of him.
Sebek is last because he's stubborn and doesn't understand human culture all that much. Although after allot of encouragement and persuading for him to join in on the fun but rest assured, after you do he'll very much feel very included and will show it off enthusiastically to Lilia and Malleus, but he will never say that to your face. You will have to engage first though if you want to do the secret handshake with him the first few days because he's quite stubborn. But after a few weeks he'll get more comfortable and will eventually do it in front of others or to greet you guys, however he'll treat it as if it's a secret promise between knights. A little warning though he does get smug and will gloat about it to others in earshot, the whole school will know about it in a few weeks if you don't shut him up about it.
Every single one of them gets very protective of the secret handshake and gatekeeps it hard to other students. If the students make fun of it? They'll get very furious and defend it as if they're life is on the line, if other students try to copy it? They'll make it known to the world that they did it first and they are the superior to secret handshakes and will not shut up about it.
They'll do the secret handshake to you one last time if you go back home, it's shaky, their grip is too tight, and their hands often miss yours. But its theirs and they are proud of it. After you go back, all of them will avoid using it to greet eachother because it reminds them too much of you, but they do it in front of the mirror to not forget about it. Rest assured though, after a few months they'll do it again to eachother, but this time it's much more sentimental, and too heavy to be considered normal.
𝗔/𝗻: had to sneak in a little bit of angst in the end because twst is full of angst— THIS WAS SUCH A HASSLE TO WRITE I'M JUST GLAD IT'S GONE IN MY DRAFTS NOW OMG 😭 I'm finally back to my usual writing schedule ‼️ I just hope I continue this while I'm in vacay
it's a bit funny how I've read a number of your works (which are super super cute and very in-character btw!!!!) without realizing they were written by the same person
may I request something of jack, sebek, floyd, idia, rook, deuce, & silver (separate) reacting to/having a crush on the prefect who loves singing and is singing or humming almost all the time 🥺🥺 sort of like a disney princess
no pressure and no rush; you don't have to do this if you don't want to of course
tags: lighthearted fluff, the boys be pinning, reader is prefect
a/n: i really want disney+ to watch the anime and old disney movies. i think rewatching some of the classics might stir up some of my creativity again. i miss consistently writing.
deuce
He didn't really notice your habit at first, to preoccupied with 1) how cute you were and 2) his inability to talk to you like a normal person. Bless the stars that he had Ace with him because he doesn't know how he'd be able to hangout with you otherwise. Speaking of, Ace teases the hell out of him, always nudging his shoulder and making snide comments. It drives Deuce up the wall. One day Ace offhandedly says something along the lines of, "Hey! Maybe they're thinking of you when they hum all those cheesy lovey lovey songs." That makes Deuce pause and look at Ace all weird like he grew an extra head or something. "Have you seriously not noticed man? They're always like, singing under their breath while they're doing stuff." The fact that Ace noticed this before him makes Deuce want to bury himself 7 feet under. Now he's hyperaware whenever you do it. He really tries to act nonchalant when you start doing it, however he just has this really bad staring problem. Can you blame him? When you hum, you look so relaxed and adorable! That's not his fault. You can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he listens to you. Now every tune on the radio reminds him of you. His playlist shifts into whatever songs you hum the most since those put him in such a good mood. If you find this out? It's totally just a coincidence that you two like the same songs. Deuce doesn't mean to lie, he just doesn't want to come off as creepy. "Oh, you like that song too? No way, that's crazy..." As if he wasn't listening to the song and thinking of your humming. Boy is down bad.
jack
He's not incredibly crazy about music. He has his workout playlist, sure, but it's more so just for background noise. One day you're sitting around him as he's going through his ab routine, and just mindlessly begin to sing. His ears shoot up, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe just shooting you a curious glance, but that's that. In his mind, he's much more reactive. Your voice just reminds him of those fairytale songs his little siblings would listen to when they were younger. Soothing, relaxing, pretty... he ends the workout early. His mind isn't fully in it, too distracted by you. Right before you two part, he mumbles, "...I like your singing," and bolts. If you looked close enough, his tail was swishing faster than normal. Adorable. Although you were invited to his workouts beforehand, now he asks you to come specifically to sing. He claims that it helps him focus which is just a blatant lie. It's very distracting. He just likes it. Sometimes he'll ask if you can sing certain songs that he thinks will sound nice with your voice. Like Deuce, the songs you sing quickly become his favorite songs in general, but he's much more blunt about it. "Mm? Oh, yeah. I started listening to that song after you sung it. It's good." He thinks that your renditions are better, but he's not going to say that aloud.
sebek
First time he catches you, he interrupts you. He's very loud to the surprise of no one. "WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT?" Like bro, you're just singing. He acts like he's never heard a song ever. He's incredibly confused as he doesn't understand why you do it without a direct purpose. Ends up calling your self control weak since you do it mindlessly and out of habit. How romantic. Despite his harsh words, you end up giving him the same quirk. He'll be guarding Malleus and abruptly begin humming a tune you did earlier in the day. It definitely catches the Draconia's attention. "What song is that?" Sebek, always eager to talk to the prince, ends up rambling about you. How light and pretty your voice songs when you're singing. The way your lips move with each sound. Your small. elegant sways as you sing. Malleus is quiet as Sebek dumps all this information on him. "... You seem quite infatuated with the Prefect." Infatuated?? Him?? Ridiculous! He soon shakes his head, stating, "The only person I'd ever be infatuated with is you, Wakasama!" The prince is right though. No one who is paying close attention would notice the things he does. Sebek doesn't know how to process this crush and demands you stop singing. If you do stop, he ends up actually humming. Then loses his mind. "YOU! YOU'RE INFECTING ME! STOP!" It's actually pretty funny. He's a train wreck.
floyd
Singing? Fun, he's in. He'll immediately start singing with you, very loudly, and very poorly. Floyd isn't an awful singer, he just finds it more fun to scream than actually try. If he's feeling more hyper than usual, he'll grab your hand and waltz you around while singing. You've got to be mindful whenever you start humming or singing around him because he starts a scene every time. After one song, he'll laugh and want to do it over and over again. Doing this with you gives him such an energy boost, he just loves it! He does get mad though if you hum or sing around anyone else though. It's weird, he'll say things like, "Ha! You should hear Shrimpy's singing! Talk about a siren call! You're missing out!" to people like Jade, but if you actually sing around them he'll get all sulky and in a sour mood. Goes into a don't-talk-to-me-and-stop-singing mood. Not fun to be around. Even if you two aren't dating, it just feels like a betrayal. That's your guys's thing! Your siren call is for his ears only, why're just letting anyone else listen all willy nilly!? He never says all this out loud though, you just kinda have to pick up on this dislike through experience. "Shrimpy, Shrimpy! Do that song about the lovebirds again! I've got an idea I wanna try!" Famous last words before he tries to dip you and drops you mid song.
silver
Your singing puts him to sleep. It's a double-edged sword. It's just so relaxing and airy that he can't help but shut his eyes. It's actually problematic and he asks you to stop singing around him. This breaks his heart a little since he does like listening to you, but his curse just makes it too difficult. The situation lingers in his mind much longer than it should. The way you deflated when he asked you to stop made his throat run dry. In these thoughts, an idea began to grow. You feel a tug on your sleeve and Silver stands behind you. "How do you feel about rock music?" He's completely serious and it's kinda funny. Instead of the pretty, airy hums that you were used to, he took you out to a karaoke bar to sing pop-punk, rock, pop-rock, and really anything that's loud and will keep him awake. If you convince him enough, he'll end up singing with you. His voice does not at all fit these genres but he's trying his best and it's adorable. Now, if you sing or hum around him, it's within these genres and he's able to listen without falling asleep. He's got that lovesick grin on his face whenever he listens to you. Lilia is astounded when he finds these songs on Silver's training playlist. He thanks you for improving Silver's taste in music.
rook
Picks up on your habit alarmingly fast. He knows when and what you're about to sing before you do it. With this information, he happily harmonizes with you. Rook can sing and he utilizes these abilities to the max with you. He's got this big ole smile on his face as he sings with you. Calls it the, "Exchanging of hearts!" because he's dramatic. Rook is also very vocal about how much he likes your voice. He will sing your praises both to your face and to everyone around. Epel is annoyed. Vil to corners you and wants to hear it for himself. The housewarden is much more critical than Rook and it's incredibly intimidating. Rook is around anytime you sing. ANY TIME. It's like he has a sixth sense specifically for this. You're just singing at Ramshackle? He's at the door. In class under your breath while he's in another classroom? Suddenly he left his magic pen wherever you are. In the bathroom? Guess who's outside the stall! Yeah no, it's actually creepy. There's levels to ts. He encourages you to record your singing since he likes it better than any one on the radio. You're now his favorite singer. He can't think of music without thinking of you. Looking past all the red flags, he's your biggest supporter. You have him truly entranced.
idia
Whenever you start, he goes super quiet and red. It's not fair how pretty your voice is, it makes him so shy. If you ask why he's blushing he'll get so defensive. He never brings up your habit. Never compliments you nor tells you to stop. He just stares and listens. Thinks of you as a main character whenever you sing. Only a main character could have such a beautiful voice. That's part of the reason he never says anything. The side character isn't supposed to interrupt a cutscene like this. So instead, he just admires from afar. He's got such a longing look in his eyes. D1 yearner without even realizing he's yearning. Your voice just genuinely makes his heart flutter and he can't pull his eyes away from you if he tried. But you're not going to hear any of this until you guys are actually dating. At least not from him. Oh, Ortho! His little brother low-key exposes him. After you finish singing, the tiny Shroud will just state, "Heart rate increase. Dilated eyes. Sweat glands—" "ORTHO!" But honestly? You don't even need Ortho to tell you that Idia loves your singing. Anyone could tell just by looking at him. It's like you're the only person in the world to him whenever you start singing.
how they’d eat you out <3 diasomnia vers! heartslabyul savanaclaw octavinelle scarabia (more dorms coming soon)
MDNI, characters are 18+
[a/n: this one was requested next <333 i can’t believe ppl like these so much :) thx for the support guys!!!]
Malleus Draconia
this man eats pussy like no other
it’s obvious that malleus is willing to do almost anything for your own pleasure
you’re his mate, after all
your love, admiration, and pleasure are all things he feels he must earn in every possible way
which may lead to a questionable conversation with lilia
and malleus kneeling between your legs that night
why does he put these ideas in his head
malleus’s hands rest on your knees, his head leaning on your thigh as he awaits your response
and who are you to say no to his desperate eyes and pouted lips?
he’ll press his nose to your core, inhaling deeply as he does
he already knows every inch of your body (especially your cunt) but it’s so different and new when he feels it with his tongue
he’s gentle at first, but when your hands grab his horn as he licks your clit for the first time, something entirely new comes over him
he’s practically unstoppable
the forked tip of his tongue meets your cervix, tasting every inch as he pulls you into your orgasm
once he feels your nails scratching his scalp, palms on his horns, and thighs clamped around his face, he’s too far gone <3
Lilia Vanrouge
oh dear
buckle up, cuz you can never be prepared for this
lilia has eaten your pussy in every possible way
facesitting, 69, hell, even upside down like some fucked-up spider-man kiss with your pussy
he is unfairly good, as well
lilia knows what he’s doing, and he knows just how it affects you
so, of course, he’s gonna tease you so, so much
more specifically, edge you for what feels like hours
if he’s feeling mean, he’ll start stretching you out, but he just won’t let you cum
it’s fucking brutal
he’ll nudge his nose against your swollen clit, running his tongue against the ridges of muscle in your tight hole
all while his nails carve little marks into the skin of your thighs
speaking of which, expect little bat bites and hickies all over your thighs <3
it’s good he doesn’t have rabies
he can be extra sweet, though, despite his mischievous nature
there’s times where he’ll gently kiss your clit, lapping into your slick folds, muttering how he can’t believe a perfect human like you would choose an old man like him
he gets all sentimental, telling you just how special it all is to him
it’s hard to hold it together when he’s practically reciting soliloquies into your dripping cunt, but you appreciate the sentiment
on nights like those, he’ll usually eat you out for hours, watching you melt before him as he savors all that you have to give
and, once he’s done, he’ll brush the hair from your sleeping face, licking your slick off his lips before leaving a tender kiss on your forehead and tangling you in his embrace
Silver Vanrouge
he’s so gentle and sweet
like actually he’s such a sweetheart
even leading up to it and everything
he kisses down your stomach, up your thighs, everywhere basically, just for you to be completely comfortable
he’s gentle and slow, kissing along your panties before gently pulling them down
not before admiring you a bit, though
he genuinely loves all of you so much, and takes moments just to appreciate you in all your beauty
he’ll start slow, kissing your clit just barely, slowly increasing in intensity
for silver, moments like this are displays of love, and he’d never rush it at all
even if he loves the sweet nectar of your pussy
he practically makes out with your cunt, kissing it with the same love, passion, and underlying gentleness that he kisses your other lips with
he’ll pause to lick and suck at your clit, smiling as he watches it swell in response to his loving touch
his eyes are so soft and pupils wide as he whispers how much he loves you and wants to make you feel good
“darling, my love, does this feel good? you taste so good, baby. you’re so beautiful”
he praises you the whole time, and definitely gets a bit drunk off your love and pussy <3
he’ll groan as your hands tangle into his hair, pushing it out of his face and pressing him further into your pussy
he loves when you angle your lips to chase his tongue
he just loves you so much, he’s overwhelmed by it, in a good way
he’ll be so focused and entranced that he’s probably fallen asleep with his face pressed to your folds, but he’s always back to it just a few moments later
he’ll eat you out any day, any time
seeing you spread out, propped up on plush pillows, hair spread around your beautiful form, with him pressed between your plush thighs? he could die happy right there
Sebek Zigvolt
honestly? sebek knows very little about intimacy going into your relationship
but that doesn’t mean he’s any less devoted to you
it just takes him time
so, when you both decide you’re ready for more, he’s beyond nervous
it’s many days of learning, and teaching sebek about how this whole “making love” thing works
but, he is dedicated to you, of course!!
from your first time together onwards, he’s always trying to make you feel just as good
it’s after he receives this same thing from you that he wonders what it’d be like to taste your slick, and to feel the tight muscles of your cunt on his tongue
his face lights up bright red, of course, and he’d never admit that he desired that
but you find out anyway
he had paused as he saw your wet folds the next time, a gasp on his lips and redness in his cheeks
when you realize, quietly asking him if he’d want to try something else, he nods sheepishly, not making eye contact
and so, you move to the edge of his bed, letting him kneel between your now soaked thighs
this desperate, lost look in his eyes tells you just how far gone he is
guiding his face to the apex of your thighs, he groans, hesitantly grabbing your thighs, almost out of instinct, and laying them on his shoulders
with some guidance, he laps at your cunt, practically moaning at the taste
suddenly, the only thing he cares about now is your sweet, sensitive, fluttering pussy
he’s pussydrunk almost immediately, whining and groaning into you as he desperately eats you out
his tongue fucks into you, finally feeling your walls around him once more
your clit throbs against his nose
he doesn’t even realize that he’s pratically torturing your little bud with his nose as he ruts his face against you
he doesn’t know just how good he’s making you feel until he feels your hands roughly pulling on his hair and your thighs crushing his head
he moans at both sensations, dick throbbing, leaking precum through his boxers
he’s painfully hard, but all he can think about is serving you, making you feel good, making you cum
and when you squirt on his face, covering him further with your slick, he truly believes he’s been chosen to ascend
he’s gonna beg you to do this again
just wait until you tell him about facesitting <3
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