Heya!! If youâre taking requests, can you write how would the Housewardens and Vice housewardens(+Ruggie and Floyd) react to a yuu that always runs and tackles them into a hug whenever they see them? Like they could be just walking in the halls and hear â___!â And then right after get tackled into a hug IMMEDIATELYđ
Ty for reading my request and I hope you have a GREAT day!! :D
This was such a cute idea!!!!! Hope this was okay!
" Yuu, incoming! "
Riddle - He's flustered the first time it happens. The first thing he hears is his name and although he would never admit out loud, Riddle would've recognized their voice instantly and just the sound of it brought about a fuzzy feeling in him, but before he could even turn around in time to face them, the abrupt impact of their body hurdling into his nearly has him screaming.
Riddle's face is red, a snarl already on his lips, there's a familiar build up in his throat ready to burstâthat is,until he feels arms wrapped around his body.
"I caught you!" Yuu's voice cuts through his temper much like a musical instrument which goes off on a different note than the rest, but there's a cheer to it that has him catching his breath and just the close proximity of them alone âthe very terrifying yet heart-throbbing realization that they're not the least put off by himâhas him more confused than enraged.
"Yuu...!" He huffs out, breathless and disoriented but his eyes are on them instantly,flashing with an uncertain but endeared intensity.
Trey - Oh,he secretly loves it. In fact, after the first few times the surprise is probably feigned and Trey is more expectant of this little ambush than he should be. Cater calls it a potential kink. Trey doesn't really deny it but it feels more like it reminds him to relax and look forward to some fun things too. He especially loves it whenever it's just Yuu rushing up towards him with their arms wide open.
"Trey~! Trey~!!" The familiar sound of their footsteps makes Trey smile and a breathless sort of laugh leaves him when Yuu practically crashes into him.
"Woah,there!" He says,winded but pleased. The easy way in which his arms wrap around Yuu is telling enough for everyone else and it's comedic how it's Yuu themselves who don't seem to notice the dancing light in Trey's eyes or how his grip will always tighten just slightly before they pull away from him.
Kalim - You can bet this one will just rush up towards Yuu himself after the first few times he's tackled into a hug by them. It's become like a personal game for him and Yuu who will immediately lock in their targets the moment they see each other.
"Yuuuuu!!"
"Kaaalimmmmmm!!!"
The excited yells are then followed by the sounds of their bodies crashing into one another,followed then by a fit of laughter.
Jamil - He manifests a sort of sixth sense solely to avoid this. The first time he was brutally embraced was also the last time Yuu was able to do so without needing to put in some extra work. Now, if they really wanted to be able to take him by surprise they'd really have to up their game.
Which they did. Quite unfortunate for Jamil. There are still days when they manage to drape their arms around him and haul him into an all too friendly chokehold embrace but for the most part, Jamil is pretty successful in his avoidant reaction. Though,that only makes Yuu even more determined.
Azul - Great Sevens. Were they a child? Azul is flustered but also visibly exasperated. The act seems childish to him and he will make this remark as often as they do it to him but secretly he enjoys it. Yuu's inability to be wary with him has always been one of their charms.
"Azul! Azul!" The cheering of his name has him stiffening, body instinctively bracing itself for the impact and when it finally comes,it's almost embarrassing how pleasant the actual thing is.
Jade - Oh. He finds it very endearing, and very, very, appealing to his less... desirable traits as Azul once described them. He never makes it anything more than it actually is but Jade would admit he does look forward to it happening. It makes him giddy.
He especially enjoys it when after they rush up and hug him, they nuzzle their forehead into his chest and giggle oh so blissfully. It has Jade grinning.
Floyd - "Aha, shrimpyyyyyy, whatcha tryna do, huh? You're tryin' to get me to play with ya?" The laugh that leaves him the moment he has them locked in his arms should be considered dangerous, especially given how his eyes are practically beaming slits of amusement.
Floyd never gets bored with this. Even when he can tell where they'll be coming from. He finds it so thrilling that this person he could so easily crush just enjoys rushing up to him.
Leona - "Herbivore,I swear you'reâ" whatever it is he wanted to say, it always gets cut off because Yuu is not in the least intimidated by him. You'd think since he spends most of his time napping away somewhere that it would be easy to catch him off guard but Leona is quite hard to ambush.
Yuu has learned this on multiple occasions but they still refuse to give it up. Eventually,Leona just lets them have the win. He'd be walking to class or simply wandering around to find a place to lay down and there'd be no surprise when his ears twitched at the familiar sounds of footsteps approaching him. He doesn't stop walking though. But there's a hint of tension in his shoulders and his pace does pick up, because in all honesty no matter the amount of times Yuu forces him into a hug, the intimacy of it still feels foreign to him.
Ruggie - He's annoyed at first. Not only does it make him feel challenged because of how easily Yuu manages to ambush and tackle him into an embrace despite being a regular human, but it's also downright embarrassing.
The only time he's ever allowed anyone to hang off of him is when he's back in the slums where the younger kids clamber up and over him. It's simply too familiar for him and Ruggie has an image he has to keep so so it doesn't really help that whenever Yuu does this, he can't help but find himself getting nostalgic over it.
"Hey, quit climbing me like some kind of monkey!" He tries to play it cool but it's sorta hard when Yuu giggles and gushes over his reprimands.
Vil - "Excuse me, but I hope you're aware of the consequences of your actions,Yuu. If you have so much energy to spend ambushing people, I have much better exercises for you to do." Deep down, Vil probably likes it but his way of showing affection often feels like a reprimand more than anything.
He's impressed by how precise Yuu is with their timing but a little less so with how uncouth their embraces are. It's a little rough around the edges but Vil understands it's also how they show affection so instead of stopping it completely, he'd probably try to shape it up more.
Rook - Prepare to get hunted back Rook enjoys it a lot actually. He's probably one of the few who finds it extremely forthcoming and returns in with a hug of his own and more stalking He definitely knows where Yuu is coming from and can easily pinpoint their exact location, but he still lets them catch him because of the satisfied,giddy look they have when they do makes his knees weak. He needs to see more of it, it's like the gates to heaven.
Malleus - Amused and painfully delighted. He didn't think anyone other than Lilia (And Sebek,maybe) would have the urge to hug him but when Yuu first does it, it sorta rewires a part of his logic.
He'd definitely start treating it like a necessity more than anything, visibly being upset if and when Yuu fails to fill his abrupt hug quota for the day. He wouldn't voice it out though but if Yuu ever feels like they're being watched,it's because he's probably lurking nearby, wondering what could ever make them forget to bulldoze him with their affections.
Lilia - "My,my, are you sure this is a wise habit to get into?" He finds it amusing and would probably find ways to make it harder for Yuu but he enjoys the mischief behind it and likes that they can still be so playful even with him.
Idia - Yuu is basically his worst nightmare now. The first time it happens Idia is a muttering, stuttering fool. He can't believe that just happened to him because doesn't that kind of thing happen exclusively in fiction?!?! AND TOWARDS THE MAIN CHARACTER??
"Ortho,I'm not in some kind of otome game,right?"
"No! Or at least, I don't think so!"
He thinks about it too much, perhaps even more to his liking,maybe that's why he's always falling for it.
warnings: switch azul, gn!reader, whiny azul, tentacle play, manipulative and toxic azul lowkey, switch reader, octopus biology, dubcon at times, azul CRIES đđ, making that evil man whimper basically, sliiight angst? idk if this counts as angst itâs azul man
â if you wanna be with me, baby, thereâs a price to pay! â
there are no fair trades when it comes to azul. there must a price, every time, and when the octo mer is overblotted, itâs even worse.
sex is overwhelming at best with overblot azul. his loud whines and sobs, tentacles roaming your body, his tiny sniffles as he attempts to compose himself but fails.. all of this will be a part of your sex life with him.
if jade and floyd are azulâs only support system during his overblot, youâre his lifeline. heâll whine and blubber about his past while fucking three of his tentacles into you like heâll die without it.
he is quite theatrical during his overblot. heâll oftentimes make a show out of claiming you all for himself, moaning debauchedly as he ravages you whole, all the while giving any morbidly curious onlookers a smugâ albeit deranged smile.
when overblotted, azul is heavily reliant on praise. heâll whimper softly and cry when you call him a good boy while overstimulating him when heâs in a sentimental mood, and force you to praise him whilst holding you down and fucking you if heâs in an especially furious mood.
he mumbles softly into your ear after sex, a question, that youâll never leave him, right..? youâll always stay with him?
azul simply canât bear the thought of you leaving! perish the notion itself, heâd rather die than have you outside his immediate radius.
azul enjoys feeling around you. his tentacles are especially sensitive when overblotted, so oftentimes, he wraps his tentacles around you and feels around your body for extra stimulation.
âhghâ ah, hah, youâre always so good for me, ahhâ.. please, please donât leaveâ ngh! please, hahhh..â
his soft lips caress your body as whines leave his mouth and his arms grip you like youâre the only thing left in his world, not to mention the tentacles⊠this is the average scene for you both.
as you could probably tell from the previous hcs, heâs LOUD. incredibly so, often sobbing simply because you make him feel SO good. he truly canât handle it! ah, how generous you are..
youâre azulâs shining light, the sun shining at the end of the tunnel, so heâd implore youâ please, stay with him, wonât you? heâll be ever so grateful for you satisfying him so well.
listened to jamilâs ob song while writing this welcome home cheater i GUESS đđ anyways hi yk im back when im FINALLY working on ob smut hcs again. EVERYONE CHEERED!!!!
Other parts: Leona; Azul; Kalim; Vil; Idia; Ruggie; Floyd
GN reader; sfw; word count: 2680; tw: bad parenting, insecurity
Riddleâs mother had many expectations of him even before he was born, she wanted an alpha son, someone who would be seen as strong, smart, reliable and able to provide, so to say that she was disappointed when her dream son was an omega wouldnât be an understatement.
Still, she wanted a perfect son, while she raised him, she made him repress many of his omega instincts, and yet would growl at him if he acted âtoo alphaâ. He was an omega, he needed to be submissive, obey her and his future mateâs orders, even then, she had a dream, Riddle simply didnât fit in her fantasy.
Riddle is starved for perfection within himself, to fulfill his motherâs wishes. Because of that, he is a really suppressed omega that doesnât know much about his own body, living in a little box, he would appreciate a partner that encourages him to be himself, someone able to provide stability and hold themselves, independency is attractive for him, but also someone that stays close to him, since he thrives for constancy.
Courting
He first noticed you during the first yearâs entrance, how could he not? Always paying attention to everyone around him, taking a thorough glance to every potential new Heartslabyul student or anyone that has the ability to become a rival to the members of his dorm.
You had his attention since then, a magicless student in a magic school is bound to receive surveillance.
Though since your companions are known troublemakers, maybe his first opinion wasn't the best, he was fast to assume that behind the nice face and delicious scent was a malicious alpha, at this time, he couldn't separate bad behavior (regardless of how much quieter, well mannered and polite you were compared with Ace or other students) from a good character.
People who don't follow the rules are simply bad, period, that's what his mom always said.
He bit his tongue after he got to know you better.
Riddle starts to develop feelings after his overblot, he spends more time with you since then, you presented yourself as compassionate and kind, you are reliable, willing to help others, even offered your own space to house ace after he had stormed out before Riddle's overblot, even when you had barely enough for yourself.
You may not follow or know the rules of the queen, but clearly had your sense of morality, and that was fine by him. You were new to this world, you are smart for what he can tell, to learn a new universe from the start is not easy, and yet you are able to carry yourself. He can help, if anything! He is being more understandable and loosening his hold onto the rules, but he would happily teach you the basics, or even more, if you are willing to listen.
You saw his vulnerability without judgment, and then knowing more about you, he was shaken.
It took him a while to realize his feelings, how he was starved for your companionship, how his heart beat faster when he felt your presence and his cheeks reddened at the sound of your melodic voice. And then even more time for him to come to terms with it, falling in love doesn't make sense to him, to be open and more likely to commit mistakes in his flustered state, to lose his words and stutter when he tries to convey a thought to you.
But Riddle couldn't deny that despite being terrified of such powerful feeling, scared to lose himself to insanity when he would let you unknowingly slip in the queen's rules, he loved it all the same. Being next to you was worth it.
So he decided to start the courting process, or rather, try to subtly convince you to start.
After all, he was an omega, and according to his mother, the duty of courting falls onto the alphas, the only way for him to participate is by seducing you, though it was already a stretch, in his ideal situation he wouldn't have to do anything at all, like the omegas from his mothers stories when they sit still while receiving proposals from strong potential mates. But he had to get through your head what he wanted, he would learn everything about you, Riddle simply couldn't let someone unworthy get you! You are the perfect alpha, others would realize it soon enough, or maybe they already had, so he has to act quickly!
But honestly, he is really bad at giving a hint, he has no experience whatsoever, mostly what he knows is from classic literature books that his mother would force him to read, which since then he was disinterested in such topics. Riddle would invite you for tea and help you study, ask for Trey to prepare sweets for both of you and walk around the garden, all while fumbling with his sleeves and spreading his scent.
Maybe you noticed his behavior and decided to court back, or Ace caught onto it and told you so. He flusters and stutters when he receives his first courting gift, an inaudible purr deep in his chest, whatever gift he receives is treated with great care, placed on his desk in his dorm room and cleaned quite often.
When he gets more comfortable in the courtship he begins to give you gifts of his own, it's a slow process to deconstruct his once thoughts of the roles a omega and alpha should have, if it was according to the books he had read about the subject, it's no doubt his mother would request for you to pay a bridal price. Reassurance is a must to him, since his overblot he is trying to rediscover himself, to act by his wants instead of his mother's. He is glad to have someone by his side to give him support.
Riddle was lonely, before, being a puppet to his family, Trey's pity of the omega's upbringing rendering him incapable to properly help his friend, Chenya going to another school, the fear his dorm mates have of him. He appreciates finally having someone to lean on, though he would never admit it out loud, at least not when he is in control of his own mind and body.
His gifts include stationery, with deep red colors, a tea set decorated with roses, and copies of his old notebooks about the classes you are attending.
Growling
In his house, he wouldn't dare growling, his mother did it a lot, but she would reprimand him instantly if he did the same.
Like his beloved strawberry tarts, her punishments didn't stop him, not really, when he was home alone, he would hide under his bed and growl quietly. It was comforting, to be able to de-stress, to let go of his nerves in his growling and let the vibrations relax his tense body slowly, until he could breathe normally again and leave his spot.
He began to growl openly when he entered NRC, how could everyone be so disrespectful towards the queen of rosesâ orders? He used his growling to subjugate anyone who presumed they were above the law of Heartslabyul. His sound loud and proud.
After his overblot, he started to conceal more, he still growls in warning, but much more menial compared to before.
With you he is softer, in the beginning of the courtship he would avoid growling altogether, after all, omega's are not allowed to growl to their alphas. But after your reassurance that him growling wouldn't change how you saw him, he relaxed his vocal cords once again.
He growls when you choose the wrong beverage of the day, he growls when he sees you writing the wrong answer in your homework, he growls when your scent fades from his belongings or when you are drowned in different smells, so much that you own is barely present. But most of his growls towards you have no biting, he is merely letting go of his frustrations and means no harm.
He doesn't expect you to be perfect, of course, but he wants a perfect relationship. Growling to you is simply a warning about something that can be easily fixed.
Purring
Riddle didn't purr before meeting you, while growing up he didn't have other omega's companions close to him, even more doubtful that his mother would do this for him under any circumstance. If he did, at any moment, purr next to his mother, he would suffer the consequences for that, this gentle sound reminded her of his inherited failure, of not being born alpha.
When he received his first courting gift from you he was caught off guard by the tremor in his chest, he first thought it was another form of growling, but the warm feeling blossoming in his heart was much unfamiliar from the heat of irritation.
Eventually noticing his purr box finally functioning, he tries to shut it down, in an irrational frustration that this might be a sign of weakness, growling at himself to make the sounds stop when he did start to purr while thinking about you.
But the outcome made him feel guilty, after all, his alpha thought that the courting gifts they were giving him were not approved by the omega.
Then he starts to research more, and finds out that purring is beneficial for alphas, both for mental health, since the sound of purring results in release of dopamine, and also for being a symbol of acceptance.
At first his purr was almost inaudible, just a slight tremor inside his body, and finished too quickly, eventually becoming louder and clearer, though the tone would still break in between or stop out of nowhere.
Nesting
Riddle never nested, never had somewhere to feel safe, the closest to it was the tight space under his bed that he used to hide while he was a child. Now in NRC it's not like he felt the need to start, he was comfortable with just the common items for a bedding.
But since knowing you he felt the necessity to include some of your belongings to his sleep place. Even before courting, while his feelings were unknown to him, he was obsessed with your scent, stepping just a bit too close to your personal space while still being appropriate to a public setting.
The first clothing that was added to his blankets and pillows was your jacket. You lended it to him on a rainy day, the material covering his head and body, his entire being melted and his vision whitened for a second, everything around him was consumed by you.
Riddle went to his dorm with the new article, he had promised to give it back to you the next time you two met, but seeing your jacket sprawled on his bed with the thought of returning it made something gnaw at his stomach. It felt wrong to part from your clothing, he possessively kept it close to him during the night, falling asleep with your scent in his lungs.
Even though the jacket lost your smell he still kept it, now enveloped with his own scent, it wasn't perfect, Riddle much preferred yours, but his heart warmed that something of you was now claimed by him.
If you decided to give him more items of yours, they all ended up on his bed, he didn't make a nest separate from his sleeping space, he liked to have your scent close by while he drifted off. And if you gifted him something made by hand, like a knitted blanket, he would treasure it more than anything else, it was a sign of your dedication to him, in his eyes, he was certainly being spoiled!
It would take a while until he invited you to see his nest, and when you do, please praise it. He is new to giving in to his omega instincts, show that you care and accept every part of him.
Marking
Riddle would start to mark you later in the courtship, his hands finding your tie before classes, using the scent gland on his wrist to spread his smell on the cloth. On bad days he would also scent the collar of your shirt, an obvious warning to other omegas to stay away.
He trusts you, he really does believe you only have eyes for him, but he can't help but feel frustrated if someone thinks they have a chance with you, or if someone concludes he isn't taking good care of you by not marking his alpha.
Riddle also permits you to give him the same treatment, he is fond of your smell close to his face, he can scent clearly on his own tie, he also likes it on his sleeves next to his wrist.
Subspace
Riddle gives you permission to enter his nest when you are in an official relationship, it surprises him how cotton filled his mind became when you laid in his safe space, with your warmth next to him with everything that belongs to both of you.
It's easy to coax him to a subspace in moments like this, when there's no responsibilities ahead and just your voices fill the room. Praise him, say that he did a great job, that he is a person to be admired, how strong he is, caress soothing circles with your fingers over the scent gland on his neck, kiss his face, the omega will be putty in your hands and let his most vulnerable part comes out.
Normally he is not one to ask for affection, preferring to give hints over outwardly requesting, and Riddle never shied away from any of your touches in private. But while in his subspace he feels comfortable enough to be demanding.
He will guide your hands to his hair, kiss your knuckles, make you touch his chest so you can feel his purring vibrate through his body and touch your foreheads together. Whimpering in betrayal if you refuse him.
Just let him rely on you in moments like that, he never had the opportunity before, permit him to discover his deepest desires and he will be loyal and stay by your side until the end of his life.
✠⌠âŸ
Riddle glanced away from his bed, the culprit of the turmoil in his mind carefully put above his pillow. Your jacket, even wet from the rain, still has your scent covering the fabric.
He growled at himself, suppressing the urge to just lay his head on it, to fall asleep with something of yours to give him the sense of protection. This was so confusing to him. Why is just your jacket able to give him a feeling of safety?
Riddle blamed his omega hormones, they seem to be going haywire lately, especially when you were close by.
The housewarden was trying to convince himself, âit's just a jacketâ, he whispered to himself while sitting on the bed and taking the article close to his face, he will wash it before returning it to you, it's the polite, correct way to deal with this situation.
And yet, his omega voice screamed at him, causing an annoying weight on his heart at the thought of parting from it. It demanded to be taken care of, to relinquish the gift his alpha gave him.
Gift? Alpha? He had none of that, Riddle shushed the thought before it became too much.
And yet, he couldn't follow through what his responsible mind was telling him, he gave in to his instincts, hugging your jacket in his sleep, that night and the next, and every other night after that.
Oh well, he isn't shameless enough to ask for more, he will make do with anything you give him for now, maybe the next night he is convinced to try hinting you to court him, or when your scent eventually fades away and his omega is left feeling empty, but for now, all the comforted he needed was within his arms.
your twisted wonderland first time stories are so good! is it fine if i request you write about vil, rook, jade, leona, and cater next? i love top male reader stories but its hard to find ones about twisted wonderland :<
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ȉ> Vil's, Rook's, Jade's, Leona's and Cater's first time + Azul from another request.
#a.n. : my writer's block and problems in life are finally over and I'm writing again. An amazing sight, but still.
#cw/tw: top!male!reader, bottom!male!character, first time obviously, praise kink, fingering, teasing, and quite a vanilla sex in general, sex toy(Cater), riding(Leona), very little nipple play(Leona), dirty talk(Rook), Rook is a brat just a little.
This is definitely a planned action, simply from the fact that Vil more than knows about sex (I think Eric explained this to him as a child as needed). Therefore, it is at least planned on the part of your yes/no, preferences and the like.
I donât know why, but it seems to me that itâs important for Vil that your first sex with him be vanilla and romantic. That is, so that this sex is not so much a show of your lust, but of intimacy, your trust in each other.
If you are not a virgin, by the way, you will think that you are a virgin. This guy will guide you as if he knows everything, where, what and why (although he didnât go beyond jerking off, because he didnât see the need for it).
But he will still give you control, almost completely, simply because... Itâs more convenient for a virgin than to do it all himself.
âMmm... Yeah, it feels good,â Vil mutters as your fingers poke into that sweet spot and his fingers curl into the sheets. âPlease continue... A little slower, yes, like that.â
A quiet moan of pleasure escapes his lips as your fingers slow down ever so slightly, pressing with each slow but rhythmic thrust into him. He sighs shakily, his arms wrapping around your neck as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Vil? This..." You whisper, watching as he spreads his legs beneath you invitingly, a smirk blooming on his lips that turns into a smile of pleasure in a matter of seconds. "Too tempting for a virgin."
"In your opinion, I'm always tempting, no? Or do you think I don't notice your glances at my ass?" Vil asks, chuckling and making you laugh too and kiss his lips, in a deeper way, and push your fingers even deeper.
It is clear that the sensations will be strange. But heâs still pleased, and the main thing is that itâs you. And Vil is not one of those who goes back on his word, after all. And if he allowed you to fuck him, then you will do it (if you want, ofc).
Vil simply found some kind of peace in this first act. Slow thrusts, your hands touching his body, which has become like a continuous erogenous zone, your quiet voice whispering praises and compliments to him... It's wonderful.
âAh, [M-Mc]... Itâs so good, donât stop, I beg you, my love,â Vil whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure, feeling the relaxed, slow tremors inside him; a whine escapes his lips as you lift his hips off the pillow, going deeper.
âSo good... You take cock too well, handsome. Although itâs you, what else could I expect,â Your whisper is heard in his ear, and he melts at the sound of your hoarse laugh.
His nails dig into your back, creating crescent-shaped marks. His hips rock in time with your thrusts, meeting them. Moans and whines escaped his slightly reddened lips from the kiss, mixed with the sound of your name... Just perfect.
I'm honestly not sure if this was planned or not. Just from the fact that I can easily imagine something innocent with him developing into something obviously intimate and... I'll leave it up to you.
And you DO NOT need to discuss the main important things before getting into bed. He knows everything about you, which seems strange, especially if you have never even thought about it, but this is Rook... But he will tell you his boundaries and what he loves, yes.
He is absolutely calm before the penetration begins, absolutely. You even begin to think that he lied, that this was his first time. He's too... Stretched for a virgin. (Although let's be honest, I just think he was playing with himself. And I think he's one of the few people who did it with his hole, lol)
He doesn't moan at all before the penetration begins, like AT ALL. Rook just watches your fingers penetrate him with a satisfied smile and red cheeks and tells you all sorts of praise and some phrases that make you swear you want to simultaneously blush and hit him at the same time.
âMmm... Your fingers are so good, Mon cher, itâs almost unbearably good. If youâre so good with your hands, then I canât even imagine what it will be like when your dick is inside,â Rook whispers with a half grin, half smile on his face, his palms lie on your chest, drawing some invisible patterns there with his fingers.
A sigh escapes your lips and you lightly slap him on the back of his thigh, causing Rook to twitch slightly but only chuckle at your displeasure showing; his back arches when you make deliberate, harsh contact with his prostate.
âRook, I ask you, keep quiet... Everything has its time. Have you heard of such a phrase?â You ask a rhetorical question, and a joyful glint appears in his eyes when he realizes that he has angered you just a little.
He's also calm when you finally insert your dick, it's like he's done this all before, seriously. Although moans are already beginning to escape his lips, he still does not stop these dirty conversations, they even intensify.
Although they soon turn into only convulsive declarations of love and praise when he approaches orgasm or this happens after the first orgasm.
"Ahh... You're so deep, it's incredible! Don't stop, please," Rook ululates as his face slams into the pillow again, squeezing it in his grip, causing it to tear pitifully.
âI didnât plan on stopping, blondie, donât worry,â He trembles when he hears and feels your whisper right next to his ear.
Your tender kiss behind his ear absolutely does not fit with the rough and rather sharp thrusts, creating a wonderful difference between roughness and tenderness... And damn, he can feel how his dick is getting hard again.
... No, I don't think it was planned, no. But this was not something wild too. Itâs just that at some point you smoothly flowed into intimacy when there was the most suitable time and moment for this.
Although you have probably discussed similar topics with him many times before. I just think he's terribly curious when it comes to his partner, plus he probably doesn't have much of an idea of ââhow sex works between someone who has legs.
An absolute mess. He gradually, but quickly enough breaks down under any of your actions, touch, word, even glance. He simply surrenders to these sensations headlong.
"Jade, are you okay? You haven't said a word since my fingers were inside..." A question leaves your lips as you watch Jade try his best to hold back any sounds that escape his lips, and he just nods, "Baby... Give me a verbal answer."
"Y-yes! Thisâ... Th-this is so good, mmhmm... Plea-please don't, agh, st-stop!" Jade groans, barely able to utter the words, causing a chuckle to escape your lips, causing the moray eelâs already red cheeks to turn an even darker shade.
His body trembles, his hands grab at anything just to maintain a little sense of reality. His cheeks are completely red, his teeth are nipping at his bottom lip, his eyes are closed as tears stream down his face... What a charm, right?
You'll probably need to keep his mouth closed somehow when you finally enter him. He will no longer be able to control his moans, and he will moan so damn loudly.
He doesn't even feel discomfort, he just wants all of you. He wants you to go ahead and just fuck him like he deserves.
âHush, precious, hush. You'll wake everyone up, these aren't soundproof walls after all,â You whisper as Jade's head is thrown back on your shoulder in pleasure, and your fingers are in his mouth, playing with his tongue to muffle him just a little.
Your other hand lowers and lifts his body on your dick, making him twitch and whimper every time. His thoughts are jumbled, if he can think at all right now. Now there is only you, him and your dick, which lies perfectly in him.
No, this is not planned. I think it was completely unplanned. For some reason, I imagine him sending you a repost of some video where there is something sexual and like, âMaybe we can do it too?))â
And if you agree, he is the happiest in the world. He expected that you would not agree and then he would have reduced everything to a joke, but since you agree...
He also probably once tried to finger himself, but he didnât really succeed, because his fingers didnât reach what he needed, so he maybe used toys, or didnât touch his hole for the time being.
"Mmm, are you sure this thing is comfortable, pumpkin? Is everything wonderful?" You ask to make sure he's absolutely fine as he lies on the bed, fascinated by the toy below.
"Y-yes... It feels good, really," Cater whispers, moaning as the toy touches his prostate. It's just a prostate vibrator with a circle of rubber that attaches to the base of the penis... But he swears it's never felt as good as it does now.
An absolute mess when you penetrate him. He's quiet though, I guess. You feel so much better than anything in his life has ever felt. And... A real cock is probably more pleasant to have than rubber, glass or other materials.
And yes, he won't let you go. He will cling to you with all his might, but he will still hold on to you.
âCater... Calm down, calm down. Iâm not going anywhere,â You whisper as his nails run down your back for the hundredth time in these moment, leaving red marks there that will clearly make your tomorrow less rosy.
âSo-sorry,â He sobs, wrapping his legs around your waist, practically hanging on you as you continue to thrust in and out of him at a slow pace, âYou're just... So h-hot and wet inside... And twitching, too! Weird..."
I think this is more about presenting you with a fact rather than a planned action. He can just lie on your lap in the garden and then say something like âI want to have sex tonightâ and start snoring a few seconds later, and you react however you want.
For the first time he is surprisingly active, I think. Really active. Of course, he doesnât know how to do anything in practice, but if you want him to suck you off or something, he will do it. (And will still do it damn well)
Quiet asf. Just a few growls, maybe very quiet moans, but itâs hard to get him to other sounds. In general, I think that he is not particularly sensitive himself.
âMmm, come on, herbivore... I'm not glass, damn it,â Leona mutters as you slip your fingers into him a little too slowly for his liking and he sighs contentedly when you speed up a little.
"Sorry, sorry. I just don't want to rush anywhere, okay?" You speak, specifically aiming for his prostate and he just makes some kind of guttural sound reminiscent of agreement.
He will ride you. Yes, you can fight me, Iâm ready, but he will do it. Leona wants to control the pace of your first time, so he will do that.
Although, of course, when he gets tired, heâll just lie on top of your chest and youâll have to fuck him like that because itâs convenient for him, lmao.
"Ha... Leona, you look incredible when you're on top of me, you know?" You ask, looking at him riding your dick at a slow, but quite sharp pace, while his hands lie on your chest, sometimes squeezing it convulsively in his palms.
âYeah, I always look incredible actually... But I'm glad you recognized my greatness in a position that no one else saw,â Leona whispers with a smirk, flicking your nipple lightly, chuckling as you twitch inside him, but then itâs his turn to moan as you lift your hips, meeting his bounce halfway.
Yes, considering him, this is planned. He was very nervous, thinking that something would go wrong, so he discussed it with you in advance and of course asked when, after the start of the relationship, you would feel comfortable taking this step.
He is absolutely nervous before starting, even if he has read a lot of educational literature on this topic. He thinks something will go wrong or you won't like something.
He... Something between quiet and loud, yes. The most common moans, whines and sighs. Although, if you overstimulate him or just bring him into some kind of faint state of ecstasy, he will sound like the girls from hentai, I swear.
"Azul... Relax, okay? You're pretty tight even for a virgin," You whisper, squeezing his thigh reassuringly, letting him know that you're here and you're not going anywhere.
He nods, wiping his eyes from the accumulated tears, although it didn't really help, because they almost immediately appeared again. Azul sighs deeply, taking one of his pillows and covering his face halfway as he continues to stare at you.
âOkay, sorry... It's just unusual, I didn't think people walking on two legs felt this way,â Azul mumbles, muffled by the pillow but surprisingly able to keep his voice unwavering, throwing his head back when you touch his G-spot.
The absolute prince of pillows, at least the first few times. It's not that he wouldn't want to do something. He's just embarrassed and has no idea what to do.
Definitely a very kisser. Firstly, to muffle his moans, which make him ashamed. And secondly, it seems to me that he has a sensitive mouth and tongue... And his throat too, if you have a long tongue.
Azul meets your lips with his own again as he lies on his back, his legs twitching on your shoulders from the thrusts inside him. His tongue slides awkwardly against you as you run the wet muscle over his teeth for the hundredth time that evening and then pull away.
âYou're so cute, Azul... I had no idea you'd be so clingy,â He blushes when he hears you whisper against his ear and squeezes his eyes shut when you lick the shell of his ear.
âItâs not true, love... Donât tease me,â Azul mutters, covering his face with his hands, although he immediately leans forward when you kiss him again.
COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!
requested ask from here!!!
According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to oneâs beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.
Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyulâs Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didnâtâŠhuh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldnât even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. âAhem. I⊠accept. Thank you very much.â Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how youâd probably find out, eventually⊠find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasnât done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever heâd been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if heâd made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar ofâŠjam? âThe rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.â Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. âI am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.â Confession? âI wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.â Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. âI do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. SoâŠshall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.â :)))))
An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting oneâs beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.
Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when youâd presented him a cake-themed clock youâd bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. âI didnât peg you for the traditional type.â Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didnât notice, even stranger by the fact that youâd only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze youâd seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(âJust thought Iâd return the favour. Thanks for the clock.â <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writerâs very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with âyours trulyâ, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that youâd minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. âWhat?â Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Treyâs had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) âWerenât you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.â ;))
An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before theyâd just had a row.
Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the libraryâs many hardwood shelves(a fate youâd long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the libraryâs exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something youâd seen online beforeâŠoh well, youâd think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. âYou -â The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Caterâs slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasnât the case⊠right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadnât been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile heâd decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? âI canât believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cayâs on top of these kinds of things, yâknow ?â Heâd beamed, his right handâs fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. âCheese!â Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? âWe should make this official. Wanna do matching bioâs on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date tooâŠâ First date? Huh? âOh, donât worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cayâs eyes only.â Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. âNow, how does the skate park sound for a date? Donât worry - if you fall, Cay-Cayâs definitely gonna come to your rescue!â :))
An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, theyâd turn out to be soulmates.
Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when youâd asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where youâd offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like heâd just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced⊠had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadnât remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?âŠso of course you couldnât help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo heâd momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. âHahaha, whyâd you keep that?â âBecause itâs special to me?â âOh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didnât I think of that.â Ear tips rosy when youâd asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks mustâve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - âIt can get cold here if you donât wear enough protection.â And it mustâve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldnât help but wonder if something was wrong. âI know Iâm not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I canât fixâŠbut itâs just like that legend about the broken watch, right?â Wait, this sounded like⊠âSo, Iâd like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.â :)))
In the Queendom of Roses, gifting oneâs beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for oneâs hand.
Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when youâd presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadowâs soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringeâŠyet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - âWhat? They gave it to me, donât make it weird.â Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when youâd caught him pressing that daisy chain youâd gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look youâd grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - âShaddup! You started this first.â Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. âThis means you asked to marry me.â Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. âThis means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.â ;)
hey, if you liked this⊠check out Savannaclawâs, Octavinelleâs, Scarabia's, Pomefioreâs, Ignihydeâs or Diasomniaâs versions?
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I had this thought recently :p peacock hybrid who looooovvveeessss the attention he gets and is lowkey considered a womanizer. But he gets SO irritated when YOUâRE not looking at him, his beloved!!
Gets all huffy and upset and cries like a baby when heâs in you because pleasepleaseplease donât stop looking at him!
Okay but this would be so funny.
An absolute diva of a man, I can envision the hissy fit he'd throw, but I also see him being quite insecure cause of this need for attention.
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You've watched him swan about for the last half an hour or so, socialising and chatting away with anyone that will pay him compliments.
At some point you'd let your attention drift elsewhere, more engrossed in the stuff on your phone than the peacock hybrid currently strutting around the room like he was king of the floor. The sound of feathers ruffling and shifting is what makes you look up, finding the peacock in question letting his tail fan and show off the flood of colourful feathers, yellow eyes sharp as he looks over at you, posed and primped I'm a way you can't help but smile at.
Your pretty bird is quite literally, a flare for the dramatic in any situation. Especially, if that situation is your eyes not being on him for even a second.
In the beginning you'd thought him just another peacock hybrid, too cocky, too proud, too loud, and too loose with who he gave his attention to. Yet, not long after you got to know him you realised he was all pomp, like glitter and smoke on a stage, all his glamour was a shield for the desperate need for attention he had. During a one on one with him you'd seen the nerves, the under of the loud bird he played up, he'd chewed his thumb and asked you endlessly if you wanted to be there with him, to spend time with him, almost immediately preening as you laughed softly and assured him you wanted to be with him.
Now here you are cupping his cheeks after a night out together, smiling up at him as he sobs between whimpers and moans, hips working overtime to keep you focused on the pleasure he is giving you as he calls your name.
Tears roll down his cheeks as he keeps begging you to never take your eyes off him, to always look at him like this, that he just can't go on without your eyes on him. His hands are bruising as he holds your hips, tail half fanned as he rattles the feathers using the sound to keep you watching him even as he fucks himself into overstimulation, desperate to make sure your watching him like he needs.
I don't know if it makes sense but I don't like enemies to lovers. I like one sided hatred who would like to remain enemies, but due to the circumstances, they have to be dependent on their enemy.
The most common example would be a hunter turned vampire who only can drink the blood of the original vampire who turned them because they refuse to drink the blood of innocent human. Physiologically, the relationship is not balanced enough to call mutualistic, it is commensalism at best, one can even be called parasitic. However, the one who is pleased with the situation the most is the original vampire.
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