So I'm 18 I can't believe I forgot that tq for the ask lmao imagine having a smut blog without age HELP
2025: ohmygod 20 now
here, I mostly reblog (and on the occasion, if ever) post yandere / smut of the fandoms I'm in.
the fandoms are: twisted wonderland, obey me, genshin impact, and recently, ikemen prince. I normally reblog sub [character] posts, so block this blog if you don't want that.
there's no tagging in this block, so 😝
edit: there is tagging on this blog now, just type the first name of each chara
e.g.: sebek zigbolt would be sebek
the only tag here is for my work(s), which is a violet unplucked.
Hey :3 I have another request :3 sorry I'm just a big ass Silver simp and I'm starved for content :3
Anyways! You know how Silver hates to be idle? Like that's his pet peeve, and I can't sit the fuck still ever- so!
SWORD TRAINING DATE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ 🔥🔥🔥
My brothers have some weird hobbies so I have held a sword before so it's not like I'm getting knocked on my ass right out the gate, but like... I'm still getting knocked on my ass cause like- Intermediate swordsman vs Trained Knight of Malleus Draconia, Son of General Vanrouge ™... Yeah there's a clear winner there and it ain't me.
But yeah. SWORD FIGHTING DATE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥 WITH INAPPROPRIATE AMOUNTS OF SEXUAL TENSION 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥 IDK MAN THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT SWORDS AND HIM AND HIM WITH A SWORD THAT JUST FUCKING GETS ME🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
Thank you <3
Sword Courting
Silver x Reader
Sword training was a chore, a recreational activity, and as simple as breathing to Silver. Once his father had deemed him ready to hold a wooden blade with some type of grace, he'd been training. It was only an added bonus that he didn't fall asleep as easily when he and Sebek practiced.
But, while he was tutored heavily in the blade, he wasn't sure how effective he'd be as a teacher.
Silver checked over the wooden tool, making sure the handle was properly covered with the cotton stripes, "Are...you sure about this? I'm in full support of you learning proper technique for self defense reasons, but am I the right one to teach you?"
The prefect smiled from across the practice area, still stretching in a warm-up routine, "I mean, I couldn't think of anyone better! Unless you mean to have Sebek or Lilia teach me-"
"No, this is for the best."
"Wow, not even a moment to defend your dad..."
"I love you and believe in your abilities. But, I am sure you'd die from my father's training methods..."
The prefect smiled dryly, walking over to take the sword from Silver's hands, "Thank you for the vote of confidence..."
"I just..." Silver looks away, his face a mixture of bashful and pensive, "I don't want you harmed..."
"..." The prefect smiled, leaning over to press a kiss Silver's cheek before walking away, "Don't worry! I'm much tougher than I look." They turned around, wooden sword in hand and moving to mimic a stance they've seen Sebek do, "Now, let's get started!"
Silver corrected their stance before grabbing his own wooden sword and standing opposite of them. He guided them, showing simple swings and block moves before he moved closer.
"Ok. We'll start simple. Use the moves I demonstrated and we will work to more complex moves as we go."
" Got it!"
What followed could barely be counted as a spar between babies. The dull clicks of wood gently tapping wood as Silver lack lusterously blocked and swung his blade. While he had sacrificed his normal battle mindset to keep the lesson safe, the prefect had grown more annoyed at seeing just how much he was holding back.
When Silver went to swing his sword, instead of blocking, the prefect swung their sword to hit Silver on the forearm. Their attack proving too harsh in their frustration, the resulting clack of Silver's sword moving to block was enough to make both of their eyes widen.
"...Um...I think it best we stick to basics-"
CLACK
The prefect moved again, this time thrusting their sword forward to his stomach only to have it quickly slashed away. Working on pure muscle memory, Silver moved to attack back with more force.
The once dull and rhythmic clicks had turned into a rapidly off-beat assortment of sounds of wooden swords clashing and chest-heavy grunts. Even with the prefect being the clear aggressor of the two, almost chasing Silver around the arena, the knight was stone-faced. He'd let the stray grunt slip past his lips, but his movements almost effortlessly blocked their swings. He couldn't place why the racing of his heart felt so different from normal training, why the sound of the prefect's panting made something in his brain rattle against a cage he never knew was there.
As they lock eyes, the prefect suddenly close enough to grab unto the collar of his shirt, a desperate attempt to stop his elusions. Silver wasn't entirely sure what happened. But the now enormous cage within his mind rattled his very bones and he moved without thinking.
He gripped the prefect by the collar, lifting them off of their feet and over his head. Slamming them to the ground and pinning them beneath him. The two of them staring into each other's eyes as they gave ragged and gasping breaths. As his breathing evened out, he finally took notice of their position. Him straddling their hips, one of his knees pressed against their inner thigh with a hand balled into a fist and pressed in the area between their visible collarbone and sweat-laced throat.
Blushing, Silver blinked and pulled away, but didn't release the prefect's shirt, "Sorry...Sorry, I got carried away. I might have thrown you too hard, are you hurt-"
"Silver, I don't know where this is going, but I am ok with it."
"..." Silver felt the blush on his face darken, the prefect looking into his eyes with an almost hungry intent. He briefly looked to the side before looking back to them, "Where...Where are we going?"
"I don't know, but if you throw me like that again, we're gonna find out."
Silver Vanrouge, for whatever reason, can’t keep his eyes off your legs- it definitely doesn’t help with how often he’s at eye level with them (sleeping on the ground, getting on his knees for you, etc) but if you were to even think about only wearing his long graphic tees to bed, safe to say you wouldn’t be getting much sleep <3
Sebek Zigvolt just loves your eyes- yknow, because they’re slightly above average for a human, and it’s not his fault his superior observation skills picked it up :/ It’s not like he wants to get lost in them for hours or anything!! HA! Just,, Stop looking at him so he can enjoy them from afar without your knowledge. Like a normal person <3
Lilia Vanrouge can’t stop being weird with your hands, which is hard to do with how weird he usually is; poor guy’s just misunderstood :( All he ever wanted to do was hold them- maybe plant a kiss or two,, Until you got intense. Loading them up with iron rings that sting sweetly against his callouses, and resting them against the lithe muscles of his thighs under the cover of your lunch table.. He can’t help it, you’re just so,, You <3
Malleus Draconia’s ashamed of how lovingly he watches your lips shift over your teeth and tongue from the back of class, but what’s he supposed to do? Pay attention to the lecture? You and your human,, Roundness are the only things keeping his life from feeling all blurry and meaningless, so even if it’s a little creepy and out of touch, if his eyebiting of your lips assures the safety of the country isn’t it your duty to serve the cause? <3
he doesn't care how much you cry and whine that he"?'s 'going too hard' this is just his training! you don't want him to get weaker, do you? so just let him have this, and he'll make your time worth while
He’s praising you and encouraging you that “you can take it” but he doesn’t slow down at all. Besides it can’t be that bad if you’re drooling all over yourself from how good it feels
Summary: Silver loves you most, and he can’t bear to part with you. He wants you to feel the intensity of his love for you, yet you push him away. He can’t take it. He can’t stand that at all.
Note: Aren’t you tired of being a virtuous knight, Silver? Don’t you wanna go apeshit????
Just stay as you are, that’s all Silver asks. If he could protect you without removing himself from your side, he’d do so without question, but paranoia had taken hold of his virtue and warped it into vice. Still, he did not want to hurt you, nor did he want blood on his hands. It would taint Malleus’s image if his own ward were to take a life for selfish reasons, yet Lilia was more than willing to keep his son from thinking of doing so anyway. The only option for Silver to keep you safe was to lock you away. Lilia dealt with outsiders that dared try to take you from his son.
Unusually enough, you developed his same condition of narcolepsy under his custody. Rarely does your sleep schedule align with Silver’s, however. You slept longer, and fell asleep at sporadic times of the day. Whenever you did fall asleep and Silver was awake, he’d observe the serene rise and fall of your chest with adoration in his eyes until he had to forcefully snap himself out of it. He would waste hours of the day simply watching you in blissful rest, but would it be a waste if he only enjoyed it? No. Of course not.
Sometimes he’d fall asleep while redressing you after a bath. Sometimes you’d fall asleep during a meal while he was feeding you. Sometimes you’d both be awake and you’d try to negotiate tearfully for some sort of peaceful resolution, but the conversation alone wore you out and you’d fall asleep yet again. Either way, the only way out was through him or Lilia who would come when both of you would be knocked out to complete the tasks you started before. He doesn’t mind doing this much. You’re practically family now!
You’re safest here, and that remains an unshakable truth for Silver. No matter how much stress you put yourself under, blissful rest would come after to cushion your angry thoughts.
...If that was the case, then why did he feel so terrible running his hands down your body when you were incapacitated? Your skin was so soft and warm beneath his calloused palms. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding his clothed crotch against yours as he felt beneath your pajama shirt. Of course, it was his shirt he let you wear, and it suited you way better. The hem of it had already been shifted right below your collarbones, revealing your soft chest to him.
Your nipples were hardened by the cold air of his room and Silver couldn’t stop himself from latching onto your chest like a baby and kneading the other while continuously rocking his hips against yours. ‘It’s not enough,’ he thinks to himself; the friction isn’t enough to get him off anymore. He wants to feel you more. He wants to drown in your smell.
He has had enough sex education from school and his father to know what to do with his own arousal. He’d never engaged in intercourse with you before, and swore he’d never do so until you finally could accept your circumstances. Even so, you adjusted so well in his care and even allowed him to bathe you— it’s time, isn’t it? He’s had enough fucking your thighs and cumming on your ass and chest while you were asleep. He wants to take that next step with you.
The next thing Silver knew, his boxers were discarded off to the side of the bed as was your underwear and shorts. He ran his fingers down your slit, gathering your juices on his fingers and pushing two of them into your cunt. The muscles of your thighs twitch at the intrusion and your face contorts slightly, but you still remain unconscious. It’s not like he’s hadn’t fingered you after getting himself off before. He couldn’t bear keeping pleasure to himself while you sat there so prettily for him.
Trailing his nose downward, his tongue meets his thrusting fingers by the entrance of your pussy and swipes upwards to your clit to suck at the erect mound. It took a few tries before to get the reaction he wanted, but taking Lilia’s advice had surely paid off when your walls clench around his fingers. He had your walls constricted around three of his fingers before pulling them out and sucking on them, unlatching them with a wet pop. You even taste heavenly.
Silver’s tongue dives down to your cunt as he placed his mouth flat against your pussy to get his tongue as deep into you as possible for a better taste of your juices. By now, your thighs twitched sporadically as he massaged them gently as they rested against his shoulders. His pale hair was now messed up from the friction of being between your thighs, but he could care less about his appearance right now. He just wants you to cum into his mouth.
His dick twitched and leaked against the blankets of his bed, rubbing against the fabric and making it sensitive with every passing second. It took all of his willpower not to cum before you, keeping his eyes trained on the lewd expressions on your face as he continued to fuck his tongue into you. When your walls clench around his tongue again his hand comes over your thigh to press his thumb against your clit, sending you over the edge with a whimper.
“Even like this,” Silver heaves over your twitching hole, your release dripping down his lips and chin. “You’re still asleep?”
His tongue runs over his lips catching as much as your cum as he can before sitting up on his knees again. Cock erect almost painfully, Silver abstains from shoving his entire length into you as he positions himself between your thighs.
Silver’s nearly out of breath from your warmth radiating off your skin. “Just the tip...” he mumbles to himself.
By the seven, you’re so pretty, you know that? Your hair is disheveled by the slightest toss of your head on his pillow and your expressions are so serene. You barely have any idea what he does when you’re asleep. You’re so vulnerable right now, and he has you all to himself without anyone to come between you and him. You’re all his to admire from now until he dies.
By the time his tip passes through the entrance of your pussy, your brows twitch in discomfort. Isn’t it a little early for you to wake up?
“Mmh?” Your vision is blurry as you groan.
Silver’s breath hitches in his throat and his hips falter, and suddenly the entirety of his length sinks into you. The sting of the stretch wakes you up forcefully like a bucket of ice water. Your body freezes up as you’re met with Silver’s flushed expression over yours.
“S-Sil—,” you’re barely able to say his name correctly as your thighs twitch around his waist. You feel too paralyzed to even twist out of his grasp.
“I-I’m sorry—,” he holds your face gently kissing your cheek as his cock pulls out gently and thrusts back in. “But I want you so much.”
The force of his thrust makes your spine arch unwillingly as he begins to piston his hips too fast for you to process the whole situation. All you could feel was his breath against your jawline and his cock pounding into your sweet spot. Silver knows your body from touching it so many times that he knows exactly how he should move to have you cream on his dick. Lilia had gave a few tips of his own as well— which surprisingly was useful when used in practice.
“‘M gonna... cum—,” he moans against your lips, pecking at them as if he was asking for your to kiss him back. “You’re so wet...”
In a moment of panic, you tug at his shirt with whatever sanity you had left. He needed to pull out— you weren’t even married, better yet, you didn’t want someone who held you captive to cum in you!
“S-Sil— p-pull—,” you stutter out as his hips rut frantically against yours. The tempo of his thrusts knocking the wind out of your chest as his hands pinned you onto the bed— exactly where he wanted you to be. “P-pull out!”
As soon as the last word fell from your lips your legs unconsciously tighten around his hips and your walls clamp down on him simultaneously. Heat spills into you as your body trembles from orgasm. Tears brim your eyes as Silver tries to wipe them as they slide down your skin. His soft lips press against your damp skin in attempt to soothe you. Even when your thighs slide onto the bed from exhaustion he keeps his soft cock pressed into you as he holds you close to his chest.
More pecks against your collarbone follow as he whispers ‘I love you’s’ like a chant to ward off those dreadful words you thought of saying to him. The entire time he doesn’t let go of you, choosing to remain a tangled mess of limbs on your shared bed until you both fell asleep again. With you falling back into your dormant state, Silver could only sit and wait before he, too, could join you in your blissful dreams, whatever they were. There, he’s certain you still imagine him as your lover and not your captor.
silver doesn’t INITIALLY have a breeding kink but too many “when am i getting grandkids!!” from papa lilia sends him over the edge and yknow, he can get possessive and what better way to show what’s yours then knocking up your partner? in this essay i will
Silver gets baby fever once and it never ends so he just ends up with four kids or something because he has no restraint whatsoever. What’s the harm though? You got security for life (thank u grandpa Lilia for the inheritance), the sexiest husband (grrr those arms!!! Those eyes!!! Those silver locks!!!) and the prettiest children
24. “If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll take them off for you.”
41. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”
Note: Oh baby… precious angel… could never do wrong… UNLESS!! (Silver has been most requested in my inbox aside from the unholy trio of Azul, Idia, and Leona)
After scarabias overblot, and seeing what Ace and Deuce were willing to do for you, you were so touched that you decided to get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-
If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here
Oh poor Idia, where do we even start for him?... poor guy is absolutely shattered as soon as he saw those two tattoos on you through the cameras. He felt his entire reason to live just shatter. He feels his entire world collapsing in on itself. He completely just, breaks down, sobbing to himself on the floor trying to rationalise how the tattoos were not real, to try to keep his sanity in tact.
The days after that disastrous breakdown, he has been stuck in bed, too depressed to frankly do anything but to sulk. He had not eaten, not drank enough, and his personal hygiene is downright awful.
Once Ortho has convinced him to get up because crowley demanded him to actually attend his classes or it's byebye NRC for Idia, his pity for himself has turned into rage. Whenever he sees the dumb duo he can't help but to want to do anything against them, he sure would LOVE to doxx them...
But after some reconciderence from Ortho (statistics show he would be one of the top suspects for it and therefore make the prefect hate him even more (he believes)) he instead chose to take care of himself, putting actual effort in how he looks as to win you over with that. He sure hope it works, please...
Don't think ortho is just hyping up his brother, cuz he is sure helping on the sidelines. Digging up info the students don't want anyone to know abour sure is easy when you have unlimited internet access (and some illegal ways to obtain the info)
That's the easy way of getting students away from you, but getting you trapped up with them is almost just as easy. He starts calling you his siblings as well, subtly telling you how you and idia would be the greatest siblings ever to him, even backing up and glorifying hos brother in your eyes, anything it takes to get you to chose idia.... you will all be a happy family....
Sebek, for once in his life, is stunned to silence. He cant quite grapple the thoughts and feelings swirling within him is making him feel quite sick, making him quiet for the rest of the day..
Once classes has ended, he bolts over to his dorm only to dramatically lock himself in his dorm room and let out the worst crying session ever. He is sobbing,
The whole ordeal and emotions results in him having the need to constantly watch over you, as a way to show that he too can protect you, he can be there for you, just like ace and Deuce, but better! Please, he needed you, he needs you to need him too, please...
Silver don't quite know what to think about this. He cant blame you, the heroic stunts of your friends sure are nice, but why with something so permanent? He could do what they did and so much more for you, give him an opportunity and he will show you.
After "the talk" the four of them had, he has had a hard time sleeping for the first time in his life. He feels exhausted yet can't close his eyes, pictures of you happily being with ace and Deuce clouding his poor exhausted brain. He will take this on the only way he knows, a duel for your love and your hand.
You're not dumb either, you see how tired he had been and the lack of sleep he has been getting, and feeling bad for him you let him sleep on tou if that would help him. He takes this opportunity and sure is greedy with it, wanting more and more sleep time with you. It's one way to claim you, and at the moment it's enough for him, but don't think he won't demand more in the soon future..
Lilia feels heartbroken. First that the prefect, his beloved, has shown this love that he would love to have for someone else (especially two people), it breaks his heart. What breaks his heart even more is how he needs to go against his own sons for his beloved too. But he will do whatever it takes to secure you for himself.
When he meets you after hearing about the tattoo, he tries act as normal as possible, not wanting to scare you away with his desperation. Despite that though, he will also try to advance, because he is NOT losing to all these youngsters, he's old enough to know exactly how to treat someone right. Let him treat your right, please, he begs of you....
Malleus feels like there's a storm inside him, getting worse by every second he thinks about that forsaken tattoo you have. He activately tries to think less about it, not wanting the whole school to be stuck in a storm for weeks, especially when you're situated in that poor awful old and decrepid building. He will try to smite ace and Deuce if he has the choise to though-
After the anger dies down, that's when the sadness flows in. The fact that he was not your favorite, that he was not worth his own tattoo, frankly brings him to tears. He has never been denied something in his life, especially something that he wants so badly. It's a foreign feeling, and a horrible one at that.
He is an attention hungry dragon, give him what he wants and he will give you the world without question. Just, please, give him the love and affection he both crave and deserves...
Chat, im tired. Let me sleep- FINALLY THIS SERIES IS FINISHED! or so I thought- o will focus on other comics/ideas before I come back for the endings tho, because I kinda wanna do other stuff and not just the tattoo shenanigans yknow :) one again huge thanks to @artdolliewishes for lots of support and help lmao
I hope yall enjoyed this shitshow of a series atleast, was lots of fun to create after all
Thinking about Silver, who loves warming his hands up on a partner.
⚠️ Not entirely fluff.
Winter days are his favorite, even if he wouldn't outright admit to it. The cold does not bother him much, but he still uses it as an innocent excuse for warming his hands.
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He doesn't mind where his hands are going, so long as they are sandwiched between warm skin and fabric.
He could slip his hands under your gloves, the fabric stretching yet somehow not tearing. It was strong, though not meant to hold the hands of two people in one. He intertwines his fingers into the nooks of yours inside the glove, keeping it there until you ask him to pull out.
He loves slipping his hands into stockings if allowed, the tight yet elastic fabric keeping snug contact between the two of you. Depending on how high the stockings go, he will adjust his hands accordingly. Waist-high? Hips. Knee-length? Calves. Thigh-high? Obvious. Ankle-high? Fee--
It does not have to be stockings, he will do the same with legwarmers or long boots. If you are lounging and not wearing any of these, he still sees how comfortable you look when warming your own hands between your thighs 🫵 he asks to do the same, gently and politely.
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For the main garments, he likes to wrap his entire arms under the shirt and around the midsection. Or, sometimes, only his hands on the stomach. This will typically come while spooning, as with all else previously mentioned above. If your back is sore, he will gladly warm his hands through massaging you.
Silver will ask for more permission than the usual when venturing into otherwise restricted places, even if he won't be doing much. If allowed to bring his hands further up, he may subconsciously end up making biscuits there. It doesn't matter the size, he is going to be making those biscuits.
If allowed lower, you will practically end up sitting on his hands. He is resisting every fiber in his body that is telling him to give another massage. His will to resist would immediately melt in the millisecond you give permission.
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Do not be mistaken, it does not only need to take place beneath clothes. He loves resting his hands against your cheeks, rubbing in circles with his thumb. Your face, now reminiscent of a hamster, also warms his heart.
Your hair is also warming, running his hands through the length or simply petting and scrubbing the crown of your head. Sometimes, he may cup his hands around your ears, but that is mostly to keep you warm.
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You suspect that his hands are not even cold during some of these times, as they certainly don't feel that way. Perhaps he only wants to be close, so you'll let him lean on these excuses for now.
ramshackle's finally turned into a heap of rubble. you saw that one coming a long time ago. what you didn't see is the harem of unsavory magicians trying to keep you confined within their dorms. ( next -> )
Ramshackle was always kind of decrepit. Clearly abandoned generations ago when the last tenants moved out and the top brass decided they had no further use for it. Getting a good night’s sleep was always hard to come by in your dorm, not when you feared that the creaking roof might collapse on you and suffocate you and Grim in your sleep.
Tonight, it seems your fears have been realized. After a long day of classes, you’ve come back to your dorm house in a heap of hubris and dust. Grim is screeching your ear off next to you. You don’t even have it in yourself to be surprised, not when you always knew this would come. You’re just happy that it didn't collapse while you slept. But now you’re faced with the next new dilemma, which is where the hell should you sleep—?
Ace and Deuce loop their arms through yours, shooting you twinning grins that they wore whenever they had something (not-so) brilliant cooking in their minds. Ace flicks the stunned look on your face with a playful grin.
“Welp, that’s that, prefect. Off to Heartslabyul you go.”
The first order of business is getting you dressed for sleeping. After a long and arduous struggle (Ace and Deuce nearly killing each other), you have now donned ACE TRAPOLLA's bright red hoodie with only shorts to protect your dignity underneath. Ace swore up and down that he’d rather die than let Deuce dress you in that ugly pink getup he calls his pajamas (“My mom’s pajamas!” Deuce had screeched before tackling him once more). Now he’s taking pictures on his magicam, a smug cat who’s caught the canary.
“Hold that pose, yeah, like that.” You feel yourself blushing as Ace forces you into a pose too… suggestive for your liking. It shows a bit too much of your thigh and, well… cameras don’t exactly make you comfortable. “Whaddya hiding your face for? Stay still for a sec, wouldya?” The flash goes off, and he whistles when he sees the finished product. He holds it up to your face— you straddling a pillow with only his hoodie and a bright-red expression. “Pretty thing, aren’t you?”
Conscious of your getup, you tug down the hoodie. Ace’s grin seems to widen. “You’re a little bit into this, don’t you think?” You grumble. “It’s Cater’s thing to take so many pictures…”
“I don’t think anyone can help themselves when they’ve got a sweet thing like you wearing their clothes, huh?” Ace has always been mischievous, buttering you up with nuanced flirts that you could just wave off as a form of playful banter. But this time, feeling trapped in his dorm room and clothes, you feel like his flirting is a bit too… real. “Yeah, you’re thinking too much.” He taps your nose. “Keep it up with that cute expression, and I might just be tempted to take that hoodie off you… Kidding~!”
He dodges the pillow you throw at him, laughing like a maniac. “Ahaha! Shoulda seen the look on your face!”
“You’re a jerk!” You cry. You don’t know if this banter or genuine frustration is from you, but you get the feeling that he doesn’t care either way. He takes joy in your suffering, perhaps even pride when he’s the one to cause it. You’ve always known that, the little sadist. He’s propped himself on his elbow now, looking at you in anticipation. An eager cat always ready to play with prey. He laughs again when you glare at him tearfully.
“Relax~ How’re ya gonna get a good night’s sleep when you’re working yourself up this much?” He brings you to his side, gentle yet anticipatory, as if feeling like something good is gonna happen. “Doubt you ever had a decent wink in that rundown dorm of yours.”
Sleeping face-to-face with Ace is not something new for any of you. You’ve had plenty of sleepovers with him and Deuce, sometimes even the other first-years, but the comfort of Ramshackle and its ghosts kept you from overthinking things. You stifle your feelings and pout at him. “Like you didn’t sleep there whenever you and Riddle had a fight.”
He chuckles fondly, tracing your pouting lips with his finger. “Yeah, yeah. I’m grateful, so I’m paying back the favor, see? Got Riddle to say yes despite all his fuckin’ rules. Gave you a neat hoodie to sleep in since all your clothes are under that rubble now.”
The beating in your chest seems ever louder, even as his fingers pull away, the faintest warmth only lingering on your lips. “You just want to see me in your clothes, asshole.”
He grins. “Damn right I do, prefect. Might sell ‘em to Deuce, the poor pervert. Might keep them for myself. Who knows?”
DEUCE SPADE is on you the next day, Grim leaping out of his arms and grumbling about Deuce being too noisy to sleep with. He got the boot from Ace last night, and you’re a bit relieved to have a bit of familiarity back in your arms as he resumes his napping. “[Y. Name]! Oh Seven, are you okay? Did you get some sleep? What did that bastard do to you?” He whips his head to Ace, who’s ambling lazily behind you with a lazy stretch. “What the fuck did you do to them?”
Ace waves him off with a grin, walking off to the kitchen. “Nothing you wouldn’t do, hypocrite.”
The growl that Deuce lets out is outright guttural that you would have thought him a student of Savanaclaw, but he softens when he feels you flinch under him. “Sorry, [Y. Name], it’s just that… well, you know Ace.”
You laugh gently. Whereas Ace was a little sadist, Deuce was overprotective in ways that made you feel suffocated, but grateful nonetheless. It was nice to know that some friends were looking out for you rather than laughing at you. You ruffle his still-messy hair. “I know, I know. Nice to know the ADeuce combo is still chaotic even in the early mornings.” His face crumples a bit when you pull your hand away, but he guides you to the common dining hall for breakfast.
Being the overeager gentleman that he is, Deuce prompts you to make yourself comfortable while he fetches your breakfast. Grim is still curled up on your lap, trying to catch a few missing Zs, and Ace is across the room fighting with the roommates he kicked out last night. You feel a bit of guilt, but not as much when Ace is in a verbal match with them. They’re probably using Riddle’s absence as an opportunity to scream their heads off at him— you hear them call him an opportunistic man who’s trying to get their crush in his pants. You cringe upon hearing that. He laughs and says ‘At least I’m getting some!’ and a fistfight ensues.
Your breakfast plate, an impressive feast of golden honey pancakes topped with maple syrup and strawberries, is set before you. But Deuce’s eyes are narrowed at the fistfight happening, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “What the hell is that idiot doing?” He grumbles, sitting before you. “Spreading these malicious rumors about you… I should knock some sense into all of them!”
“Don’t,” you softly admonish him. “It’s only a matter of time before either Trey or Riddle walks in and they all get beheaded. Might as well let them learn their lesson.” You flash him a grin. “But thanks. Always nice to see my lil delinquent ready to defend my honor.”
He flushes and nervously picks at his own platter. It’s more meat than dessert, and he’s playing with the peas. “It’s nothing. You just don’t deserve to be talked about like that. You’re too…” He trails off, blushing bright red at what he might say, and stops. You don’t push further and let yourself enjoy the comfortable silence between the two of you. In the corner of your eye, you watch Ace and the other roommates get dragged off by the collar by Trey and Cater’s clones.
“Peace and quiet at least,” Deuce sighs. He glances at you before chuckling into his palm. You knit your eyebrows at him. “You’re so… oh well, hold still.” His thumb brushes against the side of your lip (a rather odd recurring event at your stay here) and pulls back to reveal the syrup residue. He eyes it for a bit as if pondering his next course of action. Then, locking eyes with you, his tongue peeks out and licks it off his thumb.
“Th– Deuce that’s…” Your voice catches in your throat. “That’s… dirty.”
“Dirty? You?” He hums softly, cocking his head to the side. Expression dazed and ditzy, he smiled like a boy partaking in something he's so long desired. “Never. But I… well, haha, sorry. Can’t really play normal around you for too long. But you knew that, right?”
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): check this out you dumb fuck
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): [image attached]
Deuce Spade took a screenshot.
You (Deuce Spade): you!! what the fuck have you been doing with the prefect last night?!
You (Deuce Spade): i’ll beat u to the fucking ground if i see even one fucking mark
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): haha
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): magichat tells y when you screenshot something u kno. stuupid. stupid hypoocriiite
You (Deuce Spade): IT CAN?!?!
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): dun worry your lil brain bout it.
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): we besties rmember??? i aint doing squat without ya. hbu jack off to this as apologies
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): [image attached]
Deuce Spade took a screenshot.
stupid ginger (Ace Trappola): sooo fuckin easy ✌️✌️
As soon as you go back to Heartslabyul after another day of class, CATER DIAMOND whisks you away before Ace and Deuce can even say anything about it. He’s rambling about something or other, about how he’s so stoked to have you here and how much fun you’d have together. Sleepovers are the highlight of youth, after all! Cater might be in his third year, but he’s not so old as to relinquish all the fun to the freshies!
So he has you sitting still and pretty on his bed, your hair held back by a cloth headband and a nourishing face mask to prep you for the how-many-steps skincare routine that you’ll be doing for tonight. He has his own matching headband as well, and yes, he did take a selfie before posting it to the ‘net with the hashtags #twinning, #sleepover, and #cute. His dorm room is as loud and vibrant as he is, walls covered with posters of his favorite bands and shows, a table full of cosmetics, and the phone and ring light glaring at you.
You shift nervously. It’s like part two of Ace’s incessant photography from last night, but you know that with Cater it will always be twice as bad. Something to do with the desperation in his eyes every time he snaps a picture of only the two of you. Or maybe not. You can’t just assume.
Cater finally turns around, grinning lightheartedly as he brings over a pot of moisturizer. “Hey, hey~ Sorry for the wait. It was, like, reeeal hard to find this pot. I’ve been so messy these days.” He’s always been a bit messy, but taking a look at the desk, you have to agree that this is worse than most days. He sighs when he sees you glance at his table. “IDK… something weighing on my mind and… agh! Lookit me dragging the mood down! Cringe. Let’s take off your mask…”
He takes off the gel mask gingerly. Tonight, you see Cater in his rawest form. No makeup on, not even that little mandatory diamond he always wears, and just him in his pjs. He likes to play rough sometimes, especially if it means getting a reaction out of you, but right now he is gentle. Without the makeup, you can see the eyebags under his eyes that are usually hidden under concealer, and you can’t help but massage them away with your thumb. Green eyes stare back at you wide.
“Have you not been getting enough sleep?” You murmur. It’s glaringly obvious to you and to whoever bothers to look closely that he’s always been hiding underneath a mask, and your suspicions seem to be proven true. You feel him soften under your touch as you continue pressing gentle circles on his eyebags. “We’re in your room, Cater. You don’t have to pretend.”
He makes a face as he pulls away. Disgust, you assume when he laughs drily to himself. “Sometimes I can’t stand you,” he murmurs to himself, but the room is so silent that you can hear it as if he’s saying it into your ear. “You’re too stupidly perceptive, it's creepy. What’s up with that? You don’t even have magic.”
You huff out a laugh. “I don’t think anyone needs magic to have some basic empathy.”
He rolls his eyes at you, but twists the moisturizer cap open and starts to slather the cream on you. “Please. It’s Night Raven College. People don’t have empathy, aside from you and Kalim, anyway. But we know what the deal is with the two of you.” You don’t belong. “You act like some sorta therapist, then boom— you got yourself a horde of hormonal men at your doorstep who could kill you at a moment’s notice.” He pinches your cheek so hard that you yelp at the burn, and he pulls away smugly. “And it’s a~ll your fault.”
You rub your cheek and frown. It hurts. Like, no joking hurts, and Cater looks guiltless as he eyes the red mark. “You’re a doll, aren’t you?” He coos. “Nothing makes you special except for this adorable lil face. Why don’t you just stick with Cay-Cay and let him make you special? I’m sure my sisters would like a sweet thing like you.”
“You’re a dick,” you grumble. He laughs out loud, not even trying to deny the claim, and he throws a peace sign to the camera. “What’s that for? You’re not livestreaming, are you?”
“‘Course not!” Cater laughs, switching back to his usual preppy self. He reaches over and stops the recording, checking the video with small appreciative hums. “Can’t let my peeps know that their Cay-Cay is a sick, sick man who gets off hurting their cute junior! One more selfie, please?”
He tilts the camera towards both of you. Within the frame, Cater’s grinning face and your frowning, bruised one are obviously filtered to hell as he takes the shot.
“Looks like Cater got to you, huh?” TREY CLOVER laughs, handing you an ice pack. It’s later in the night, and Cater’s decided he isn't in the mood to have you in his bed for the night. Shame, Trey had said to him. I know men who’d kill for this. Cater had only stuck out his tongue and waved you off before retreating to his chambers. You hiss when you press the pack against your face. Moonlight silhouetting his figure like an ominous foretelling, Trey leans on the island as he inspects you.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs, brushing the messy strands away from your face. “You got your dorm ruined, forced to move into Heartslabyul of all places, and you get bullied by our members two days in a row. Must be tough for you, huh?”
You want to pout. Maybe complain. Cry a little bit. In the first few weeks that you’d known Trey, maybe you would have. You had always mistaken him for an exasperated elder brother type, exhausted by the dorm members’ antics but laid back enough to go along with it. But you know better than to vent to Trey of all people, not when he doesn’t bother to hide his smirk as he watches you shed tears.
“Not gonna work on me, devil,” you mutter. He laughs again and holds two hands in surrender, caught red-handed trying to make you rely on him. You eye him warily. “I’m sleeping with you tonight?”
“Oh, don’t word it like that, pet. The walls have ears.” You flush at the innuendo. “But hey, if you’re okay with that, then by all means go ahead.”
You sigh deeply. First Ace, then Trey. Where the hell was the housewarden when you needed him? Someone needed to keep these crazies in line. Trey, for the most part, was far more responsible than any of the other members. But he hasn’t bothered to be decent around you for a long time now. Always quipping subtle lewd jokes when you least expect it, hovering his hand on your hips as he guides you through a recipe… Riddle’s mentioned it once, calling it a display of indecency. Trey had brushed it off and teased that you liked it that way. You don’t know. Riddle hasn’t brought it up ever again.
Lost in thought, you barely register Trey’s fingers prying your mouth open until he’s peering into the recesses of your mouth. This guy and his mouth fetish. You try to squirm away from him, but his steady hand on your shoulder tightens, and you still. “Steady now,” he murmurs. “Ate chocolate, didn’t you?” You can’t nod like this, but something in your eyes probably gives the answer away. He chuckles. “Yeah, thought so. Cater bought those chocolates for your sleepover. To think he was so excited for this as well. Doesn’t really strike you as the moody type, huh?”
He cocks a grin at you. “C’mon, brush your teeth. I got some extra spare ones.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t want you staring.”
“Every man has his interests. You really think you can stop me?”
Being vice housewarden, Trey has the privilege of having his own dorm and bath, and now you’re alone with him in the latter. He’s the only thing blocking you from escaping out the door, leaning on it with arms crossed and the grin of a man who’s gotten what he wants. You make a face at him and turn to the sink. His reflection in the mirror continues to watch.
“Scrub more gently, why’re you rushing? Too eager to get out?” You heard it from Ace and Deuce, but you didn’t think that his being this naggy about brushing was real. “You’re neglecting the upper teeth.” Seriously. You didn’t think anyone was this naggy about brushing. “Scrape off the plaque from your tongue. Don’t wanna wake up with bad breath, do you?” You thought his family runs a patisserie? Not a dentist clinic?
You turn to him, features contorted in annoyance as you bare your mouth to him as proof, then clamp it shut again. “Here. Done. Now, can we sleep?”
“Mm, not yet. Open it again.”
You make a face at him, but sigh and relent. You know he’s gonna pry it open one way or another, magic or not. No use trying to argue against a man with magic and muscles bigger than yours. You open your mouth again— “Mpfh?!”
Trey’s two fingers invite themselves into your mouth, poking and prodding at your teeth as if they ought to be there. They’re gliding across molars, pulling against the inside of your cheek to get a proper see… It’s all uncomfortable. You shake your head and grab onto his wrist to try and pull him away, but his hold on you grows more painful as he levels you with a stern stare. “Always squirming, this dormouse. Stay still and excuse this senior’s… habits. Siblings back home, and all that.” He’s not even bothering to put any effort into his excuses. He presses down on your tongue.
“Mpphf mmh mpf!?”
“Just… a lil bit more. Can’t risk cavities.” He smirks at you, his handsome face taking on that sadistic expression that’s ever so common in this college’s students. “It’s okay if you’re scared. Really. More than okay.”
You’re beyond exhausted. You’ve always thought that Heartslabyul was the most normal of the dorms, but perhaps you’d hand that over to Pomefiore. One crazy (Rook) can’t possibly outcrazy four crazies. Especially not when you’ve had to suffer from them two days in a row.
But you’ve never been so happy to see that gorgeous shade of red hair until now.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS sits at his room’s tea table, enjoying himself with some warm lemon tea. His strict expression softens when he sees you enter through the doors, possibly due to your distraught state. Ever since the overblot, he’s loosened up and allowed himself to be vulnerable, especially around you. Riddle’s fond of looking after your quartet of misfits, but even the others admit that he favors you more than them. You’ve always chalked it up to you not getting yourself into trouble like the others do.
“Riddle!” It’s a bit pathetic, how needy you sound. But with the few days of being tossed around like clothes in the dryer, you’re willing to take any sense of order, no matter how extreme it may be. You don’t notice how Riddle’s smile twitches into self-satisfaction before he smooths it down. He gestures to the seat across him, and you take it. He pours you tea, the scent of warm lemon warming your senses.
“Apologies for not being able to properly welcome you these past few days,” he starts, leaning back on his seat. “It’s been quite a busy week for us housewardens, with the new event just around the corner. But things have settled, and I was really hung up on the fact that I couldn’t greet you properly.” He scowls, setting down his teacup as he remembers something. “Or my house members, for that matter. I’ve heard of the upheaval your presence has brought on these past few days.”
You shrink into your seat, shame coloring your face. “I’m sorry… after asking you for shelter as well.”
Riddle waves off your worry. “Oh no, don’t trouble yourself. As far as I know, you haven’t done anything. Goodness, Cater and Ace are throwing out their roommates! And just when we have a spare room as well. Although I do understand their worries, that room hasn’t been cleaned out for a while…” He fails to mention that their opportunistic ways of gaining privacy with you. “Ah. Well. There is always mine and Trey’s room.” He watches you shift uncomfortably and smiles understandingly. “Apologies. Trey hasn’t exactly relayed what happened last night to me, but I can imagine. And well, it wouldn’t be proper for us to be sleeping together.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, some damn common sense in this house. Now you know why Riddle is such an excellent housewarden. You tell yourself never to doubt—
“Not when we aren’t married yet.”
You catch the teacup before it can spill anything. Riddle continues sipping in front of you. He cocks his head when he catches you gaping and you shake yourself out of it. Misheard, misheard… joking?
“I brought you up to mother, of course, she was rather outraged that I harbor feelings for a magickless, but…” He laughs awkwardly, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. “I convinced her that you very much mirrored her, just not in… magical prowess or… um, fierceness. Your softness and ability to care for others are captivating, and she still isn’t convinced, but— well, she does have some sort of intrigue. I was hoping to bring you to her at the next break, and… [Y. Name]? You look unwell.”
Softness? Ability to care for others? Your qualities as a doormat seem to have been exaggerated and worse of all, placed on a narcissistic mother who couldn't care less about anything other than her trophy son succeeding. And worst of all, marriage talks? You put down your teacup, fingers shaking from the tumultuous feelings stirring within you. Dread, maybe. Riddle looks at you from across the table, staring at you worriedly with those adorable grey eyes, as if he hasn’t said anything concerning.
“You… want to get married?” You choke out, laughing like you can’t believe it. You shakily point to yourself. “To me? The one who’s going to leave Twisted Wonderland?”
Riddle furrows his brows. “Who says you’re leaving Twisted Wonderland?”
You laugh again in disbelief. “Me! The headmaster! As soon as he finds a way—”
“I don’t think so, not really,” he hums. “It’s obvious he’s delaying, or that there really isn’t a way out. And even if there was, I doubt the numerous people attached to you would allow that.” He looks out the window, perhaps thinking of the number of mages who are so eager to prey on you and your affections. “I, for one, wouldn’t allow that. Ah, don’t look so down, my family is well-off and I will work; I will provide you with everything you desire.” His hands, smaller and softer than yours, squeeze yours gently. “I promise.”
You feel sick.
“You will be a great partner. I know my mother’s extremities far too well, but I’m sure once I find myself a solid position in the government, she will be far too content to say anything about our marriage. All you have to do is be who you are now.” Riddle shyly smiles to himself. “Sweet, caring, docile… motherly.”
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Ramshackle might have been a dusty old mess, but at least it wasn’t as suffocating as Heartslabyul is right now. Sadists, the whole lot of them. And if they weren’t sadists, then lonely children projecting their mommy issues on you. At least Deuce was tolerable. Sort of.
So Jack whisking you away to Savanaclaw was a sort of blessing in itself. Except as soon as you stepped foot in their territory, all beastmen from every direction had their preying eyes pinned on you. Leona, looking kingly as he lounges on his bed, has a knowing smirk as he approves Jack’s plea to let you stay with them.
Maybe you’ve exchanged one prison for another.
You’ve only had five hosts before him, but JACK HOWL easily wins with how thoughtful he is. He’s brought you an extra of his bare necessities— towels, shampoos that are strongly masculine in scent, and a futon spread out on the floor that he’s willingly taken. You had fretted and said that you’d take the floor, but Jack stopped you and insisted that you take his bed. He can’t be a lousy host, after all. And he couldn’t just take his roommate’s bed: territory and all that.
It’s a rare change from the clingy Heartslabyul members, but it makes you feel… less intruded on. Like you were having your boundaries respected, in Night Raven College of all places! Jack’s been respectful, maybe even a bit awkward. Such as when you walked into his dorm room, still damp from the shower, and his shirt (too many sizes, too big for you) clinging to your chest. It’s hard to miss the blush on his tan skin, but rather than shoving a camera in your face, he instead towels your hair for you. It’s nothing, he says. Bunch of younger siblings back home, so this was really no different. Hm. You wonder when you last heard that before someone decided your mouth was theirs to mess with.
Jack shares a room with others, but Ruggie’s shovelled them to some other room so that territorial instincts don’t scare you out of your wits. Looking around… It’s Savanaclaw, alright. Ripe with the scent of testosterone and training equipment scattered across the room. Jack’s shelf is full of cacti, protein powder jugs, textbooks, and a picture of his family. You send him a grin when you catch that.
“Family-oriented, huh?” You coo, picking up the frame as he towels your ends. You let out an aww when you notice that the whole pack shares his fluffy ears and tail, just in varying shades of gray. You tap the face of a handsome mountain man. “Guess I know where you got your looks from.”
Jack splutters behind you, flustered yet refusing to comment. “Don’t know what you want with all this flattery.”
“... The answers to Crewel’s homework.”
He does something halfway between a grunt and a laugh, the rare smile reflected in the mirror as he gives your hair a final pat. Jack must not be aware that a normal human’s follicles aren’t thick enough to stand his rough toweling, with the way your hairs look aired out. “Can’t get anything out of me. I’m still trying to figure out the alchemical compositions.” You pout, but relent.
There’s a certain aura of domesticity as Jack guides you to your— well, his bed. Grim has opted not to sleep with you, something about the stink of multiple beastmen putting him off. You plop on the mattress face-first and make yourself comfortable rolling around. You fail to see Jack’s shoulder stiffen and his tail straighten when you do so. “Smells nice,” you smile as you prop yourself up to look at Jack below. “Did you pull out some fresh sheets? Thank you.”
Jack gives you one of his half-smiles, those charming and boyish ones that you wouldn’t expect from a beastman as gruff as he was. “I brought you here, didn’t I? It’s common sense.”
“Well, I’d hope so.” Your eyes sparkle with that mischievous shine that Jack’s taken an awful liking to. “Pretty sure Ace had sugar on his bed.”
Jack scowls, and you follow his stiff tail thumping slowly on his mattress. “Hmph. Ace could do anything he puts his mind to, but all he wants to do is act sloppy and undisciplined.”
“Yes, yes~” Some Heartslabyul slander was welcome after that hellhole of a week you went through. You reach out to stroke his ears, lowered for you to scratch behind. Both of you were close enough for this to be normal. “Ace and the rest of ‘em are assholes. I’m happy you took me away, Jack.”
An… unexplainable shadow crosses Jack’s eyes, and even the happy waving of his tail had slowed. A cross between two emotions that you could not quite grasp, tugging back and forth before he shakes himself out of it. “It’s no problem. You…” Though you’re affectionate with him, Jack does not make it a habit to initiate contact with you. You know very well how hesitant he is, with how easily you fold under both magic and brawn. So when he lifts his hands to your face, hovering as he considers how to touch you, the warmth of his calloused palm is a nice surprise.
“You just don’t deserve the way they treat you, is all.” His hands cover your eyes, prompting you to close them. Hiding the expression he makes from you. “You’re not supposed to be here. You have to be protected. It’s only right.”
Are you imagining the warmth that hovers just above your nape? Maybe so, because as soon as Jack lifts his hands, he’s turning away from you and switching the lights off.
RUGGIE BUCCHI’s eyes narrow as soon as you and Jack enter the room, sniffing the air as if something about you two has deeply offended his sensitive nostrils. “Ugh, get a load of that. You smell.” You jolt back and try to smell yourself, frowning when you don’t smell anything. He snorts. “Not you. Well, you. But, like, something else.” Ruggie’s discerning eye slowly moves to his junior, who is opting not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “Or someone.”
Your frown only grows deeper. “What do you mean? Should I wash it off?”
The hyena grins, eyes still on Jack as he busies himself making his morning protein shake. “Oh, you could, but someone might get sad.” He snickers to himself. “Ah, well. If you ain’t planning on washin’ that off, help me whip up some breakfast. Least you could do after sleeping over ours, yeah?” He laughs again when he sees the crestfallen expression you’ve begun sporting. Face barely inches away from each other, his hands pinch both cheeks, and he steps away before it could actually hurt. “C’mon, I was just joking~ You’re welcome anytime in Savanaclaw, if His Majesty upstairs got anything to say about it.”
Well, that was nice to hear. Your spirits now lifted, you follow Ruggie into the kitchen where he’s busy prepping breakfast. “Just an omelette today,” he hums. “But Leona likes his in a specific way. Psh, specific way.” He rolls his eyes. “Better to just eat it anyway and not feel your stomach rumble for the rest of the day, but who are we to disobey princes, right?” He gives you some potatoes and carrots. “Peel these for me?”
You eagerly comply. In these wee hours, you and Ruggie stand side by side chopping and prepping meals. Sometimes one of you makes idle chatter to fill in the silence, but there is still comfort even when no one talks. It was nice, you thought. You and Ruggie hung out often enough to be familiar with each other, and though it wasn’t on the same level as you had with Ace and Deuce, there was no need to keep up any pretenses around Ruggie.
“What’re ya thinkin’ about?” The hyena’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He eyes your idle hands and then your spaced-out look. You shake your head and place the diced vegetables into a bowl.
“Nothing,” you hum. “Just thinking how nice you are to be around.” At that, his tail and ears immediately stiffened up. But you fail to notice that as you affectionately rub the back of his ears like you always do. You do notice how aggressively he starts beating the eggs and give him a curious glance. His face is angled away from you, but his bristled tail flicks now and then.
“What’s gotten into ya?” He huffs, turning over the meat while he beats the eggs. “Getting all sappy and stuff… What, cooking breakfast together got you sentimental?”
Right. NRC students don’t take kindly to affection, do they? Especially the prideful Savanaclaws. “Sorry, was I overstepping? I thought it was just nice that we didn’t have to force conversation… stuff like that.” You snicker when his tail and ears bristle again. “Too much?”
“Get outta here,” he grumbles. He takes the meat out and pours the beaten eggs into the pan. “Saying cheesy stuff like that… You’re gonna make a man get the wrong impression. Not saying that I’m getting the wrong impression, mind you. But—” He jabs the whisk in your direction and gives you a warning glare. “Night Raven’s full of fucked up people. One of these days, you’re gonna be so cheesy that they’ll think you actually like like them!”
Your smile falters a bit when he turns his attention again to the omelette. “Right…” You know that as well, with how Heartslabyul acted around you when you slept over. Before that, you were eager to dismiss their teasing or advances as jokes. After all, they were the very first dorm that you befriended and, therefore somehow more special to you than the others. But now you’re wondering if you gave your affections too easily, to the point that they’d be delusional enough to think of marrying you… “I– I guess I have to think about that, huh. Someone tried to— well, someone’s trying to marry me. They’re planning talks with their parents and— ah, it’s all just so awkward. I didn’t even know they like liked me so…”
“Who.”
“Hm?” You startle at the sudden dip of his voice. His tail is upright as he continues frying the omelette. “Oh, who? I– I don’t wanna give it away… It’s not a nice look, I don’t think.”
“Too kind,” he scoffs, turning to you. You pull out a platter for him to put the omelette on— light and springy, with meat wrapped in the middle. “I don’t get why you’re looking out for this creep. Why you put up with the rest of us, anyway.” The latter part doesn’t seem to quite reach your ears, but he’s all up in your face again before you can even ask. “Sevens know why the Dark Mirror put you here. You’re a wimp and a pushover. Someone like you—” He taps the middle of your forehead. “Should be in Royal Sword Academy, where you brush animals and sing pretty songs with the rest of ‘em. But unlucky you, huh?”
He gives you a sardonic smile. “Buncha creeps following you around, and you still smile at them like they deserve it.”
“It’s better than being… rude,” you frown. “I can’t… I just couldn’t.”
He shrugs. “Pushover, what did I say? In the streets, they’d maim you and sell you ten times over. You’d be like a living money cheat, yanno?”
“But these aren’t the streets.”
His expression is downright gleeful. “Yeah, just worse.”
He laughs when you reel away, watching you with those predator eyes as you grow more uneasy. “Oh, relax. I’m just kidding again. My point is, ya shouldn’t be putting up with horrendous behavior. That’s not how a real mate should act.” He pulls out another plate and sets another serving of omelette. “They should bow their heads, make ya feel loved, cook ya meals… all that sappy shit.” He places down the omelette before you, still warm, and smiles at you gently… as gently as one can when they look like they’re having the time of their life tormenting you.
“Sit. You’re not gonna turn down poor me’s cooking, are ya?”
You were right. Savanaclaw was just another form of prison. Ruggie seems to be playing coy around you, and you’re quite sure that your missing blazer is all due to him. You’re sure of it, with the way he smiles too innocently when you confront him about it. Jack, you had some hopes for. But then you walked into a bloodbath he was responsible for as he taught a lesson to the men making crass jokes about you. You had run away before he could see you, the image of blood dripping from his knuckles never leaving you.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR caught you by the scruff as you ran and dragged you into his room to be used as a living body pillow. Now, your prime concern was squirming out of the tight grasp that the lazy lion has on you. At another failed attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, Leona pries one eye open with a low growl. “What the hell are you squirming for, herbivore?” He yawns, tail languidly waving back and forth as he looks at you. “Can’t get a good nap if you keep moving around like that.”
You huff and crane your head to glare at him. “Let–! Ugh, let go! I’ve got places to be!”
He snorts, but loosens his grasp on you. “Places? Like what? Back in that bloodbath?”
“Away!” You exclaim, exasperated. “Away from this den of—!”
“Beasts?” He smirks at you, propping himself on one hand as he eyes you like prey. “Careful of what you say. The leader of these beasts is right in front of you. You should be grateful, you know. Lots of hormones raging out there, and this is the one place that those fools wouldn’t dare intrude on. Ruler’s territory and all that.” You watch him warily as he muses to himself. “They know they’re as good as sand the moment they walk in here.”
“Nice to know your leadership skills come in handy when protecting your bedroom,” you snort, eyes narrowed at him. “Why don’t you use them to, I don’t know, break up the fight outside?”
He raises a brow at you, as if the suggestion was just downright ridiculous. “You’re odd. You know, the whole reason Jack’s bloodying his knuckles is for you. You should be thanking him.” He shakes his head. “Poor pup. Here he is being all chivalrous only to find out that his crush is being ungrateful.”
Crush?! You shake it off. You shouldn’t be surprised. If you were a tad more narcissistic, you’d be using all these stupid sorcerers as a one-way ticket to richness. “So? Gonna break them up?”
Leona snorts and plops back down between his pillows. “Hell no. Too much effort. Just stay here till the mess dies down.” When he feels you unmoving, he looks at you and the deep frown that has settled on your face, and sighs. “Seriously, I don’t get it. Why the hell do you care so much? It’s Jack’s choice if he wants to do stupid shit, and it’s certainly no concern of yours if someone breaks a nose or a rib ‘cause they were going around calling you a whore. If anything, they probably deserve it.”
“It’s because I don’t like anyone breaking a rib or a nose or whatever over some stupid comment! Maybe if they, like, actually tried to do something to me, but…!” You shake your head, feeling less and less in control of your emotions and thoughts. “I just…! It doesn’t feel right, is what you want to say, not when Jack was smiling as he beat those boys up more than needed to.
“Look at you, thinking too much over nothing.” He is sporting that same lazy grin, the one he wears when he ropes you into schemes that you can’t get out of. “Just be grateful that people are looking out for ya, even if there are too many of them. Just sit here, lie down with me, and don’t move too much. Then we can get a pretty decent nap and erase all those useless thoughts. The moment you step foot out of my territory, you’re either getting mauled by one of those weaklings or pounced on by the pup. Your choice.”
What a…! But he’s right. The crowd outside was too aggravated not to do anything to you, the reason behind their beating. Leona’s smug smile as you crawl into bed next to him is apparent as he tugs your leg closer to him, making you yelp in surprise. “You!” You gasp, trying to put some distance between the two of you. “Don’t you think you’re being too close?!”
“It’s nothing you ain’t used to,” he yawns. “You sleep like this with that idiot duo, don’t you?”
You gawp at him. “How do you–! No, it’s just… different!”
He raises a brow at you. “Different, how?” When you fail and stumble over your words, he laughs snarkily. “Ah, I get it. It’s different when you’re sleeping with foolish boys. But I guess lying with a lion has you all flustered, then?” With a blush that grows redder by the second, you try to refute his words, only to stutter. “I’m flattered, herbivore. One little comment or a little skinship, and you show me that pretty lil blush.”
“Pity you show yourself so easily,” he hums, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Otherwise, I’d have whisked you away already.”
“Not you too…” You whimper. He doesn’t seem surprised, only growing more amused when you squirm uncomfortably under his fingertips.
“Oh, yes, me too. Baffling, isn’t it? One magicless herbivore, and you have men begging for you to look at them. It needs to be studied.” His fingers tickle as they graze down the side of your face. “Personally, I don’t want to work for many things, but look at you messing up my whole work ethic. Audacious of you, really. You’ve got no~o idea how much effort I put into making sure you don’t get marked by one of these horndogs, you know?”
You squeak when he brushes against your nape. The predatory look on his face is not lost on you as he wets his lips. “Not gonna fight back?” His lips curve hungrily. “I’m surprised.”
“What am I gonna do?” You whimper. “Jump out the window? Get mauled?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you, with how easily you throw yourself into danger.” He brings his lips closer to your nape, chuckling lowly when his fangs barely graze over it. “You smell delicious for a herbivore, but I already knew that.”
“Weirdo…!”
“The audacity to call a prince that,” he says, but there’s no real heat behind it as he relishes in your scent. “You don’t have to tremble so much. You might not have a title, but you’ll live like royalty in Sunset Savanna. Doesn’t sound bad, does it? You sit pretty, and I’ll give ya everything you desire. From the physical—” He tugs on the back of your shirt. “—To the more, hm.. physical.” You shiver when his whisper brushes against the shell of your ear, grinning as your eyes widen in embarrassment. “Not a bad deal?”
You glare at him. “As if.”
“Hm.” He scrutinizes you for a bit. Then, with a newfound conviction, his fangs dig into your nape, ready to mark you as his. You squeeze your eyes to prepare yourself for the pain… till his tongue, sandy and rough, drags across the spot.
“A-Ah!” Your response brings on more humiliation than you need, and you try to push Leona who keeps sucking and nibbling and licking. Doing anything but biting. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Playing with my prey,” he mutters against your nape. “C’mon, just keep making those pretty noises till this lion is satisfied, yeah?”
“You—! I thought you were gonna!”
“Mark you?” He pulls back to show you a smug cat’s expression. “Oh, we’ll get to that in the future, herbivore. They say not to play with your food, but… It’s pretty damn hard when dessert’s this fuckin’ cute.”
You (Jack Howl): [image attached]
Ruggie Bucchi: hmmm? whyd ya send me a pic of sum blazer
You (Jack Howl): Ruggie-senpai. I don’t mean to accuse you but. This isn’t yours, is it?
Ruggie Bucchi: whaat! yer accusin me of stealin sum randos blazer! look at me! do i look like the type!
Jack Howl reacted with 😑.
You (Jack Howl): It’s not some ‘randos’, though. I can smell them on it.
Ruggie Bucchi: …
Ruggie Bucchi: dont touch it pls plaplspls
Ruggie Bucchi: i knowww its bad they dont got alot of clothes to begin with but plsss cmon gimme this one
Ruggie Bucchi: you n leona got to sleep with em and i get jack shit?!! ya wiuldnt deny me this wouldya jack!! you spend a lot of time with em anyway! you even marked them in their sleep without them knowing cmoon
Ruggie Bucchi: im just a poor hyena… just scraps for me… youd turn the other way for poor lil me right?!
Jack Howl (You): Hm. Sometimes I wonder why I respect you. Fine.
It's still May 5th in my timezone so I'mma try my luck and say 'codependent' with Diasomnia? 👀
CUTE!!! @bju3c0re
Codependent!Sebek’s the type of guy to be suffocating with his physicality- always grabbing for your hand with his clammy one, or rubbing his head into the fat of your cheek when he’s sleepy,, Something so childish and thoughtless definitely isn’t his doing, so it has to be your fault! He’s tried so hard to just pull up his bootstraps and get through the day without you; and every time he ends up collapsing in your bed. With all your “attacks”, life as a single knight is completely impossible </3 Please never stop him from being needy- the fate of the kingdom is at stake!!
Codependent!Silver can’t help but make you breakfast in bed- and lunch, and dinner. So long as you never have to get up, he’s happy :) Isn’t your boyfriend the best? He only wants you safe and sound in the comfort of his room and his clothes (even better if they’re too small and he gets some thigh action), is that too much to ask? Come to think of it, the mess of his bed’s starting to resemble.. A nest, so much so that you bring Lilia in to investigate- but he’s long since brushed it off, blaming it on your “honeymoon brain”; if that old bat isn’t seeing anything out of Silver’s ‘ordinary’, then you should totally just lay back and forget about it! (The cuddles are actually just measuring you like a snake to see how long you’ll take to digest. It’s too late for you) <3
Codependent!Lilia’s just absorbing you, like a sponge. His attachment’s an all-consuming, gnawing, constant thing that grabs you by the hip and just,, Won’t let go :/ It wouldn’t be as bad if he wasn’t so PETTY about it, but that’s just Lilia, and it’s what you fell in love with. Like any old married couple, you complain about it anyways <3 He’s the worst with stealing your identity,, Always using your cologne or toothpaste- to the point where people’d mix you up if he wasn’t so.. Him. Even with his signature charm, he’s determined to become a mini-you. Eventually. And maybe you’ll do him a solid by picking up his good habits? As a treat? <3
Codependent!Malleus’s the WORST!! A professional clinger of the highest grade! It’s practically treason with just how much he’s willing to lay down for you- all his thousand thread count robes, socks, and evening tea gloves? Yours. Makeup palettes, jewellery, maybe a pinkie? Don’t even TRY asking, because you already know the answer. He loves you so much it hurts, and he’d keep going even if it killed him. Because you’re worth it- he just hopes you won’t mind all the portraits he’s been painting behind your back.. He won’t forget you so long as he has eyes and hands to sketch your face.. After all, he’s obsessed <3
Narilamb dancing doodles I made on art streams this last week, mainly trying to get the motion in mind for the Anchordeep Ballroom scene (its a lot easier writing motion and movement when you have a visual reference)
Also ngl I keep listening to 'Forbidden Friendship' from HTTYD for this scene because the build up from ' mock dance invitation' to 'timidly testing the waters' to 'actually having tons of fun dancing' to 'climatic pause after the dip + tension' fits REALLY well
I scoured the blog for a framework of what I am about to ask but, I didn't find anything similar so this is going to feel silly.
Can I request a scenario of Silver, after a horse riding club show, where the reader is extremely downbad for this set? They cannot keep their mind off of pieces like his riding crop, leg harness, gloves, etc... the two have been dating for a little, but the reader has never actually seen him this way before. They are a certified fumbler, so even someone as oblivious as Silver notices something is off about them after his show. Gender neutral pov or female pov works, I don't mind either one. I would prefer smut, but if not, just regular is fine 🫣
SILVER X READER
Where you're crazy about with his Equestrian Club uniform
WARNINGS: This fanfic is based on Silver's Equestrian Club card, the descriptions of his uniform. It contains smut with oral sex, him giving it to afab!reader. Soft dom on Silver's part perhaps? I really loved this one, I hope you enjoy it <3
It was just a horse riding club show.
Just a simple friendly event out on the NRC grounds. He told you about it last week. Invited you. You even packed snacks. Brought your dumb little blanket. Thought oh this’ll be cute. A day to support your boyfriend, Silver, and watch him do his thing.
Maybe sneak a kiss when no one was looking. Something wholesome.
What you weren’t prepared for was whatever the hell that outfit was.
Like, yeah, obviously Silver was attractive. You’d been dating for a few weeks now, and even before that you’d been nursing a big dumb crush on him for forever. But this was criminal. Whoever handed him that equestrian uniform with the tall polished boots, fitted coat, white gloves, RIDING CROP—should be locked up immediately.
You’re not dramatic usually. But right now, you were spiraling.
Because he wore it too well.
And worse: he was good at this. He looked natural. Elegant, even. Hair tied back loosely, posture regal on the horse, face serene and focused.
Meanwhile, you were sitting on your little picnic blanket gripping your juice box. The way he dismounted? That cocky little swing of his leg over the saddle, crop tucked neatly under one arm like a prop straight out of your delusions—girl, you were gasping. Internally. But it showed. You hadn’t said a word in ten minutes.
And Silver noticed.
He was walking toward you now. Still in the outfit. Still in the damn gloves. And sure, he was oblivious about a lot of things—but this? Even he could see something was off.
“...You okay?” he asked, tilting his head as he stood over you. His voice was soft like always, but his brows were slightly furrowed. “You’ve been staring off since the show ended.”
“I’m fine!” you said too quickly. “Totally normal! Just… admiring the sunset!”
It was 3:45 PM.
Silver glanced over his shoulder. Blinked once. “…It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
“I meant the light! Y’know, how it hits your, uh… vest.” You waved vaguely in the direction of his chest and instantly regretted it.
Why was that part of the outfit fitted? Who tailored this?
“...Hm.” He crouched next to you on the blanket, legs folding with the kind of casual grace that should’ve been illegal in riding pants that tight. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re flushed.”
YOU KNEW.
You pressed the juice box to your cheek. “Totally fine. Perfectly hydrated. Great weather. Nice horses. Good show. You were… great.”
Your voice cracked on that last word.
Silver tilted his head again, those pale blue eyes fixed on you. Like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. You had never been this awkward around him before.
“I didn’t do anything differently,” he said slowly, “but you seem... really nervous.”
“Me? Nervous? What even is nervousness? Haha. Sounds fake.”
“…You’re doing the thing where you start laughing at nothing and then don’t look me in the eye.”
“HA. No. I’m literally making eye contact right now—”
You absolutely were not. You were looking at the gloves. And the crop. That was now in his lap.
God. It was over. You were a gooner. You buried your face in your hands.
“Okay,” you mumbled into your palms. “I need you to not judge me, but I have a confession.”
Silver leaned forward slightly. “I’d never judge you.”
You peeked through your fingers, defeated. “...You in that outfit is doing things to my chemistry.”
He stared at you. The wind ruffled his bangs.
You waited for him to say something. Anything.
“…Things like…?”
“You know what I mean, Silver—” You groaned, flopping backwards dramatically onto the blanket.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you showed up in those stupid boots and your dumb gloves and your IDIOTICALLY PERFECT—I don’t know! Everything! You’re all serious and focused and, and it’s… It’s not fair.”
Silence.
You refused to open your eyes. Absolutely not. You were about to dissolve into grass. You were part of the blanket now. Goodbye.
“…Oh,” Silver said after a moment. His tone had shifted Warm. “So that’s why you were staring at my hands.”
You made a sound. A pitiful oh no kind of whimper.
Then: gloved fingers gently brushing yours. You peeked up again.
He was smiling. Just slightly. Not teasing, exactly—just soft. Curious.
“I didn’t realize the uniform would affect you that much. I’m glad it did.”
Your heart absolutely stopped.
“I was starting to think I’d done something wrong. You’re usually so confident around me. It was strange seeing you so flustered.”
“I was confident. Before you came over here looking like a fantasy out of my dreams.”
Silver tilted his head again, but this time, his gaze sharpened a little. Just a fraction. Something shifted behind those soft white lashes.
“…Do you want me to keep it on a little longer?” he asked quietly.
You choked.
“SILVER—”
He leaned in.
“Or,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “maybe you’d like to see what else it can do to you.”
You sat there blinking like a fish.
Silver stood up calmly. Dusting off his gloves. Offering you a hand. “Walk me back to the stables?”
You nodded. Slowly. Like you were possessed. He helped you up.
“By the way,” he added as you walked beside him, “I don’t mind if you stare more.”
You tripped over your own feet.
He caught you.
You don’t remember the walk to the stables. You’re pretty sure you blacked out somewhere between him offering you his hand and the moment he led you into the quiet space.
It was warm in here. Dust motes floating. Straw scattered. The scent of horses and leather and Silver and oh god you really were about to do this in a stable weren’t you.
He closed the stable door behind you. Turned back. Still in that goddamn uniform. Boots creaking. Crop tucked behind him. Still wearing those white gloves.
“You’re quiet again. Are you nervous?”
You laughed, shaky. “A little.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” Immediate. Almost desperate. “I want you. Just… I think I’m malfunctioning.”
He smiled, slow and soft. And that’s when he stepped close. Gloved fingers brushed under your chin. Tipping your head up like he knew exactly how fragile you were feeling.
“You said the outfit was making it worse,” he murmured, thumb ghosting over your lower lip.
“Should I take it off?”
You grabbed his vest like a lifeline. “Don’t you dare.”
Silver blinked. Then smirked. It was slight. Barely there. But it was a crack in the calm. Like a ripple in still water.
“Okay. Then I’ll keep it on.”
And then he kissed you.
You’d kissed before. sweet little things. Sleepy ones. Occasional heat when he had you pinned to the Ramshackle wall with a just "one more". But this? This was different.
You gasped into his mouth as he backed you up against one of the wooden stall doors. His hands were everywhere—one cradling your jaw, the other on your waist, gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. And the leather—soft, worn—was making your brain go static.
You whimpered.
Silver pulled back just enough to breathe against your lips. “That sound…”
“... you heard it? fuck." you whispered, mortified.
“Of course. You're not exactly quiet, Yuu. I like it.”
You let your forehead thunk lightly against his chest, groaning. “You’re so unfair.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he said, gloved fingers teasing the hem of your waistband. “Just rode a horse.”
“Exactly.”
You kissed him again to shut him up, this time with less hesitation. Pulled him closer by the belt loops on his pristine white breeches. You should not have looked down. That much confidence in one outfit was illegal.
Silver groaned into your mouth when your hips brushed.
“Oh?” you whispered, dizzy with how hot your face felt. “Do you like my outfit too?”
His breath hitched. You felt his grip tighten on your waist.
“I like your reactions,” he muttered, “a lot.”
He backed you up fully into the stall, crowding into your space until your back hit the wooden wall and your legs were pressed together tightly. The leather crop had been set down somewhere near the tack hooks. Your eyes flicked toward it once.
Silver noticed.
“...You keep looking at that.”
You refused to answer.
He leaned in close. One gloved hand sliding down your arm torturous. He kissed under your ear, then down your neck, tongue flicking against the skin.
“You want me to use it?” he whispered.
You squeaked.
“Not like… that—!”
His breath ghosted over your collarbone. “Then how?”
You buried your face in his shoulder. “I don’t know!! Just… hold it or something. Be mean. Something.”
Silver chuckled.
“Alright,” he said, stepping back, chest rising with a slow inhale. “I’ll try.”
You barely had time to process before he grabbed the crop and walked back to you with it lazily dangling from his fingertips.
He brought it up—not to hit you, not even to touch you, but to trail the edge of it lightly under your chin. Tipping your head up again.
“Look at me,” he said, voice lower now. “Don’t look away this time.”
You whined. Your knees buckled.
He pressed forward. Mouth on yours again. Teeth grazing your lower lip. You clung to his vest, nails scraping down leather and cloth. Your legs parted almost on instinct and he stepped between them.
One gloved hand slipped under your skirt.
You gasped—then bit your lip hard. “Silver—”
“You’re so warm already,” he murmured, fingers teasing you through your panties, featherlight. “Is this really just from watching me ride?”
“I hate you.”
“You’re lying,” he said gently, sliding the crop under your thigh to lift your leg around his waist. “You want this too badly to hate me.”
You whined again as his fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric. His mouth was on your neck now, licking and kissing and nipping. The gloves made it worse. They shouldn’t feel so good, so controlled—like he knew exactly how to touch you with them.
“Silver, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” he said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.
Then he lowered himself to his knees.
You lost it.
He’s on his knees in front of you.
Still in uniform.
Still in gloves.
You’re pressed back against the wooden stall wall, skirt hitched up, one leg thrown over his shoulder. You had no idea Silver had this in him. All that sleepy andquiet energy masking a man who knew exactly how to make you fall apart.
“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice smooth. “So flushed.”
“Silver—” You gasped as his gloved hand slowly slid along the inside of your thigh, spreading you open more, steadying you as he leaned in.
And then—
His mouth.
You let out a little moan as his tongue slid over you. He worked you open like he had all day to take his time—he wasn’t rushing anything. He was tasting you like he wanted to memorize every reaction, every twitch and whimper.
You clutched the wooden beam behind you with one hand, the other tangled in his silver hair, trying not to pull, failing miserably.
He groaned against you.
“Please—” you whimpered.
Silver looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes heavy-lidded with focus.
“Tell me what you need,”
“Silver I can’t—”
“Yes you can.” He kissed your inner thigh, then moved back in, faster this time, tongue circling your clit while his fingers slid inside you. Two at once. Smooth. The gloves made every movement feel intensely focused—just the right kind of friction, slick and warm and—
You cried out, hips jerking as he curved his fingers just right.
“Silver-!”
He hummed. Hummed. Like he liked hearing that. His free hand gripped your thigh to keep you still.
You were unraveling. You were panting, trying to beg, trying to warn him—
“I—I'm gonna—please—”
“Let go,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
And that was it.
You came hard, trembling, moaning his name into the dusty air, your fingers curled tight in his hair. You swore you saw stars. You might’ve blacked out for a second.
When you finally started breathing again, you realized he’d already stood up—hands on either side of your waist, holding you steady.
He looked wrecked. Hair messy from your hands. Lips flushed. Glove on one hand damp from you. And still—he smiled.
Soft and genuine.
“How are you feeling?”
You looked at him.
Opened your mouth.
“You’re not allowed to take that uniform off ever again.”
Silver chuckled, low and sweet. “So you really do like it.”
“I might have a uniform kink now. I’m not sure. I need to lie down.”
He laughed again and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips. Slower this time. Softer.
“I’ll get you some water,” he murmured. “And maybe a blanket. You’re shaking. We can go back to my room after you've recovered a bit. Riddle and Sebek must be wondering where I am; there was a celebration after the race.”
You smiled as you let him gently kiss your cheeks and nose, placing loving kisses on your face while you scratched the back of your neck.
"Yes, going to your room would be nice… but I'm afraid Lilia will see us. Your father is too clever and will surely suspect something."
"don't worry about Father. I’ll take care of you,” he promised, laughing a little. “Always.”
Yesterday was bunny day? 🫠 Well, I will post late Silver bunny headcanons anyways.
This is assuming a hybrid (bunny person), that can take on rabbit form if he wishes.
⚠️ Includes mentions of jealousy and suggestive content. Not meant to reflect canon at all, it is just a look into my mind.
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Bunny = rabbit form
Bunny = hybrid form
+ Separated by section 🐇
Bunny Silver, having the ancestry of a prey animal, is far more paranoid than normal. He takes a while to bond with others, but once he does, he will follow you anywhere. He is overly trusting on the few he's bonded with.
Being petted is an unfamiliar sensation to him. He will be jittery during the first few sessions, but afterwards, he loves the sensation. You often catch him working harder to receive more, or simply caving in and nudging his head against you as a silent beg.
Sleeping out in the open is completely off-bounds unless he can't fight off his drowsiness. Bunny Silver does not feel safe without the cover of foliage, but he can learn to consider certain places safe with enough conditioning. His room/his family's rooms are considered safe spots, so he may also consider yours to be safe after sleeping over a few times.
His face may not be very expressive, but his ears and tail certainly are. When angry, the ears slick back, and the tail stiffens downwards. It could be a warning that he will engage in a duel if further provoked, or genuine frustration. His ears perk up when alerted, and his entire body will pause. When he's really enjoying something, you may see his ears flutter or tail waggle.
There is no "heat", but rather, he has perpetually high libido. He shows great restraint, and does his best to operate like a normal human. It gets slightly worse during the entirety of spring season due to spring fever. Spring is also like several months of Valentine's day for him, because all of the other bunny-people are going at it. If you finally let him, there will be a lot of pent-up energy for him to expend... And he will be very enthusiastic about it. From any role.
If you aren't bonded yet, expect him to be more desperate about trying to get bonded. And not all ways are conventional. Bunny Silver may be more insistent about staying by your side, nudging you more often and bringing over fresh fruits. He may also regularly engage in preening you, or showing off his strength during training. He sincerely thinks actions like jutting out his chest and making his ears stand proud will give him a better chance.
Spring fever doesn't just effect libido, but he generally has more energy and falls asleep less often. He will want to go outside for strolls more often, or play around with you. Also, he is more likely to be aggressive towards others during this time. He still has patience from training, so the aggression doesn't affect him as bad, compared to others.
I sincerely believe in mounting behavior.
♡⑅˖ Bunny Silver anatomy ↓
Like rabbits, he has a strong sense of hearing and smell. He can also sense staring from behind, and keeps most instincts intact (time perception, sensing emotions, etc.)
The fur from his tail and ears, as well as his hair, grow thicker during the winter. He sheds to normal amounts during the summer.
He has scent glands under the chin, so if he's rubbing his chin against you, he's trying to mark his scent on you. It is not always possessive; maybe he wants to track you easier, to keep you out of danger. It can also be a sign of trust and love, accepting you into his family.
He never sleeps for long periods of time unless you're cuddling him; he typically naps throughout the day. He's most active at dusk and dawn, but he'll sync his schedule with yours if bonded.
The tips/base of the ears and the base of the tail are erogenous zones because I said so, as someone with a PhD in Silvervanrology.
(.՞. ՞)° Possesive bunny Silver ↓
Bunny Silver uses his unsuspecting form to get closer to the one he loves. Maybe you took him in because you saw a cute, vulnerable(?) rabbit, or because you've been wanting a rabbit recently and he just so happened to conveniently appear near your house. A fluffy, well-groomed rabbit that doesn't panic when you pick him up, and seems to like you—he was nuzzling your hand, after all. Anyone would assume it is a pet rabbit, but your neighbors said it was not theirs, and no one responded to the picture of him that you had posted online. Maybe you'll keep him for now?
He loves cuddling. Laying on your lap, being cradled, curling into the arch of your stomach when you lay down to sleep...
Ever since you took him back, everything has been staying fairly clean. It was an odd phenomenon, but not one you were about to question. Besides, you would likely never come to the conclusion that the bunny you took in could take on a human form and tidy up at night.
If you have a partner, bunny Silver is a complete homewrecker. He absolutely hates your partner, but it's cute because he's a rabbit! He doesn't know any better, right? When he smacks your partner's hands away, snorts and clicks at them, or ruins their belongings, it's just normal pet behavior.
He's even more adamant about coming between you two when you get intimate. You're about to kiss on the sofa? He hops between you and your partner. Standing up to kiss? He'll create such a catastrophe before you can even start. Now you have to catch him and stop him from ruining things. You'll forget all about trying to kiss by the time it's done; you are far too exhausted.
You can't even go further with intimacy. Things were getting heated, your partner was taking you to the bedroom... But bunny Silver also jumped up on the bed and began loafing on your chest, so now you can't do anything! Your partner wanted to just toss him out of the room, but you insisted that you couldn't get up when an animal is sleeping on you.
Your partner makes it a point to shut the door every time now, but bunny Silver scratches at it from the outside. Persistently. It's extremely loud, and likely ruining the door. It also ruins the heat of the moment when a rabbit is scratching and kicking your door the whole time.
You can't even take your business to a hotel because bunny Silver always ends up being there... He's very fast and stealthy at following. Not to mention, quiet. Usually, you let bunny Silver free-roam—but even when he's locked up, he always escapes without fail. It doesn't matter what new mechanism your partner uses to cage him, or what heavy objects are blocking the cage door. You knew rabbits were strong, but not THAT strong.
You begin to insist that you don't need intimacy to make the relationship work, but you can barely even hold hands. Sometimes, if it is too difficult for Silver to intercept, you can hold hands... But most of the times, he successfully prevents it. He would sit on your hands, or beg to be petted. If you stop petting him, or ignore him, he'll be extremely clingy and dramatic. Rolling on you, insistent nuzzling, following your hands around and nudging his head under them... It's really impossible to resist petting a rabbit like that.
Your partner loses patience with a rabbit like Silver around, and eventually, makes you choose between them or the rabbit. But yelling about it to you and your rabbit wasn't a very persuasive move, so you figured it wasn't worth it anyways.
Silver gets super cuddly once your partner is gone, and this will continue for any new partner. But also, the silver-haired man who you've seen around recently has been charming. Maybe give him a try?
