Meraki

Please. Meru. I'm begging you on my hands and knees.

Show me the one who wants to become my beloved wife.

Here's a quick doodle

Doesn't have a name at the moment (I feel like we've already established that I suck at finding names) but basically, he's a dragon hybrid who's one of the very few remaining. Because of that he's not really familiar neither with his own kind nor humans.

When you first find him he gets scared and hides away but with time you manage to get him to warm up to you and he proceeds to get super clingy. He wants to be your wife and wants you to impregnate him even though it's biologically impossible, "We can find a solution with the power of love!" he says.

He cries when you leave him alone to go to school or work and tries to sneak into your room to feel less lonely, so you end up having to gift him your pillows and bedsheet so he can smell those and feel calmer. He also then brings those to his humble cave to build a nest for you two.

" is this good for you?.. " his voice whispered in your ear, heavy breath brushing against your sideburns. your fingernails, freshly manicured, dug into his shoulders and created small crescents in the ridges and muscles of his shoulder blades. they'd drag along his deltoids to his ribs, the scratches prominent but not deep enough to scar.

everything 𝓶egumi did turned you on, much to your reluctance to say to his face, and likewise for him. it was only a matter of time before he got you like this — all bent up with your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like his dick was the only lifeline you had. the sweat on both your skin in this humid, sex-induced room acted as an adhesive, hooking you to him even more.

something he had noticed over the last few times he'd be intimate with you in such way, you were rather quiet. moans and mewls barely above a whisper. it bothered him in a way — because he was louder than you. it was embarrassing, grunting and breathily moaning in your ear while you barely reciprocated.

well, that was a lie. you did reciprocate. just not verbally.

every groan, every grunt, every hiss, every curse under his breath, every moan got a reaction out of you. your legs would relax, spread wider, letting him in deeper. completely abandoning your shy exterior, molding you into something more sensitive and easier to overload. he saw that in your eyes, better now that his hair was pushed out of his face. " so it is. t-that's — hah — good... "

he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing that was already luster with sweat. " i was worried that —" he paused, pushing deep enough inside you to elicit a moan from both of your lips. " that you weren't e-enjoying this. "

deep down, you felt so dirty for liking how he sounded. stomach churning with guilt and lust, but you couldn't help yourself. in truth, you'd rather him not return to his past ways — holding back his noise and swallowing every sound that would make him feel vulnerable. then again, you hadn't dwelled on it too much because the action of his dick sliding in and out of your warm walls made the churning go away.

" are you close? " he asked in a soft moan, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath you both. " fuck, i really wanna cum with you... would you want that? " he felt your walls clamp around him, fluttering, effectively slowing him down and gripping him tight — essentially forcing him to a point of orgasm. " y-yes you do... you want that bad, huh? "

his words were dirty, but the underlying tone of hesitance in them made you squirt with a squeal into his shoulder, spraying all over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. he didn't think you could restrain his dick any harder, making it more sensitive than it already was. it was more than enough for him to cum with a loud moan in your shoulder — the loudest you've heard him.

he wallowed in his own fluster for a while, but as long as you felt good.

© 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𑣲⋆｡˚

princess treatment w/ choso ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

choso is a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything.

it’s not something he’s ever said out loud, not in those exact words, but you see it in the way he kneels at your feet when your evening slippers are pinching, in the way his hands steady your ankles as he slides them off. 

you see it in the careful, reverent way he unties the laces of your dress at night, his knuckles brushing your spine, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.

"cho, i can do that myself," you protest for the hundredth time, reaching for the hairbrush on your vanity. you’ve just returned from a work dinner, your face aching from smiling, your scalp tender from the weight of your responsibilities.

"don't be like that," he says softly, taking the brush from your hand. he’s already behind you, his reflection meeting yours in the mirror. he’s wearing a simple black sweater now, his pigtails undone, but he still looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. "let me help you."

"you’re going to spoil me rotten," you murmur, but you’re already sinking back against him, your eyes drifting shut as he starts working the brush through your hair in slow, even strokes. the bristles scrape gently against your scalp and you make a small, involuntary sound of pleasure.

"that’s the point," he says, his voice low. he sets the brush down and reaches for the cloth and cleansing oil. "you're too beautiful to even lift a finger, baby."

he’s wiping the rouge from your cheeks now, the kohl from your eyes. his touch is so gentle, so methodical, like he’s polishing something precious. you let him tilt your chin up, let him clean away the day’s mask. when he’s done, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"cmon, bed." he commands. not harshly—never harshly—but with the quiet authority of a man who knows exactly what you need.

you stand, your hand in his, and let him lead you to the mattress. he undresses you slowly, layer by layer, the silk pooling at your feet. when you’re down to your thin shift, he pulls back the covers and tucks you in like you’re something fragile.

"sleep," he whispers.

but you catch his wrist. you’re not sleepy. not anymore. the tiredness has shifted into something else, something warm and heavy low in your belly.

"stay," you plead.

he hesitates. "you’re tired."

"i want you," you clarify, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist. "but i’m... i’m exhausted. but— but i want you— but i don't want to do anything—"

something dark flickers in his eyes. understanding. hunger. devotion.

"then don’t," he says. he climbs onto the bed, fully clothed, and crawls up your body until he’s hovering over you. "don’t do anything. don’t even think. just let me make you feel good."

Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.

A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)

The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.

This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.

“Did you just call her a bitch?”

Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”

“You called that girl a bitch.”

“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.

Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”

The room went silent.

Satoru looked around. “Did anyone else hear that?”

“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”

Satoru stared. “Who are you?”

“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”

“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”

“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”

The entire frat house collectively recoiled.

Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.

This was better than reality TV.

Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”

You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”

———————————————————————————————

The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.

Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.

And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.

His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”

She glanced over. “Yeah?”

“Grab me another beer.”

A few people looked over.

She frowned. “What?”

“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”

Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.

“No.”

Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”

Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.

You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.

Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”

Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”

“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”

A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.

Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”

“You ordered her.”

“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.

Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”

Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”

His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.

Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”

“Or what?”

The entire room collectively leaned forward.

Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”

You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.

A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”

Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.

Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”

Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”

Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”

Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”

“Thank you.”

Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”

“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”

As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.

His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.

Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”

Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”

He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”

Everyone looked.

You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.

You gave a little wave.

“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”

———————————————————————————————

The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.

Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.

Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”

Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.

“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”

The room erupted into approval.

“That’s genius.”

“People would love that.”

“Easy money.”

Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.

“Interesting.”

“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.

Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”

“Yeah.”

“And serve drinks.”

“Yeah.”

“And what are the men doing?”

Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.

“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.

Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”

More silence.

“Based on gender.”

The room collectively sighed.

Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”

Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”

Sukuna gasped.

You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.

“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”

“Yeah?”

“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”

The room erupted.

“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”

“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”

Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.

“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”

One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”

“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.

You were delighted to see how this was playing out.

“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”

The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.

Toji blinked.

Satoru blinked.

The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”

“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.

“No.”

“Why not?”

The room burst into laughter.

“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.

“The fraternity is serving drinks.”

The sorority girls immediately started cheering.

“YES.”

“MAKE THEM DO IT.”

Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”

Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.

You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.

Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”

Silence.

The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”

The fraternity erupted in panic.

“STOP HER.”

“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”

——-

Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.

Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.

Toji looked dead inside.

Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.

His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.

Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.

The sorority was making a fortune.

Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.

“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.

“Whatever you want baby,” he winked.

Let’s just say, like, this one time he made you upset because he decided to mix the white clothes with a red shirt, turning the whole load pink.

Even after you constantly tell him “make sure it’s only white clothes and nothing else is mixed in!!” You know it takes a lot for him to actually pay attention and listen to what he’s told.

So yeah anyways you’ve been mad at him all day, just sitting on the sofa in a comfy oversized tee (Satoru tee actually that you kinda stole from him) and a pair of black cotton panties.

You tried not to look at him as he crept over to you, you tried not to pay attention to the way he fell to his knees and started to kiss your plush thighs.

Silent treatment. Something you tended to do whenever you were irritated with him, and he absolutely hated it.

“I said I was sorry baby.” he would say as he sucked a bit in one certain area of your left thigh.

no answer. So he tries again.

“Then I’ll say it again. I’m sorry”

no answer.

That just wouldn't do. So now onto number 2.

Task: eat his angry girlfriend's pussy until she forgets about why she was even mad at him!

And he does just that. In a quick movement, he had already slipped your panties to the side.

Making you shiver slightly but you had to try and stay mad at him for as long as possible to show him that he couldn’t just do something and always get away with it!

Sticking his tongue out as he ran one big, slow lick across your folds. Splitting you apart with his tongue as he went to town on your poor pussy.

Slurping at your pretty pussy until you couldn’t take being quiet and ignoring him anymore. Your hand instantly shoots out to wrap in his creamy white locks.

Making him groan slightly, he was trying hard not to grind against the sofa.

Tugging and tugging as you tried to squirm from your boyfriend’s overly pleasing tongue.

Oh how bad you wanted to be mad at Satoru. How bad you wanted to just be able to look into his eyes and not instantly forgive him.

All you could do was tug and squirm as his tongue moved faster. Fucking you with his tongue until you finish all over it.

Once he pulled back from his nose down to his chin was dripping with all of your juices. And he didn’t have any shame to lick it all up until it was gone. Keeping eye contact with you as he did so.

“Do you forgive me now, baby?”

All you could do was nod as you panted trying to catch a much-needed breath.

Satoru’s face instantly lit up with the happiness grin. Mission accomplished on his side, mission failed on yours.

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— masterlist !

a/n: hope you don't mind shorter form content. i need to ensure my writing doesn't become rough.

today on my agenda, a yandere! jason todd x "mean" reader who's the type to directly strut up to the register if you so much as hear a peep from jason about them putting pickles in his burger. the type to scare off normal civilians and be stereotyped as a villain with just how often you wear that frown of yours whenever you'd go out to buy grocery, sneering at people when they whisper behind your back.

if you think seeing the red hood in all his glory is scary, imagine how terrifying his significant other is.

you've got that resting bitch face and a scoff that could echo through the next neighborhood. and you're not just all bark, no bite. you can fight. after all, nobody is crazy enough to walk home alone at night with no visible weapon in sight. it doesn't matter what your size or height is, because you were the same person who had once called out the red hood in your own imperious voice — uncaring if anybody else hiding in the corners heard you — when you noticed him lurk too close in the shadows one day on your way home, using an alley, his alley, as a shortcut.

everyone would have thought jason is the one to bring you to your knees, but god, does he kneel on the cold, hard tiles of your apartment, head leaning heavily against your midsection, arms wrapped around your waist, slowly tightening, fingers clenching hard on the fabrics of your shirt as he takes shallow breaths; a show of submission the moment you glare at him for pissing you off— little, silent, pleas come out of his mouth, begging you to take off the toy — a cock ring — you've wrapped around his dick for being too disobedient. for threatening to beat another man just because he's stared at you for far too long.

you dared him to last a day with it, without breaking, and then maybe you'd actually allow him the pleasure of an orgasm.

yet clearly, he still hasn't learned his lesson.

clearly, he still has jealous eyes.

your fingers tangle across the white tufts of jason's hair, nails scratching his scalp. his bitten lips don't hide the heavy groan escaping his throat, his quivering figure slowly inching away from you can't also hide the prominent bulge rubbing against your foot.

"disgusting freak. getting off of being punished now, are we?"

all he gives you for a response is a shameless nod against your waist and a searing, closed-eye kiss on your now exposed midsection, shivering at the way the scar running down his lips slightly graze against your skin, shirt now racked up by his conniving fingers.

"no."

all you give him is a sudden yank on his hair, pulling his head back to reveal smitten eyes and a smirk, hands still plastered on your waist like a claim. a hiss escapes his mouth from just how tight you're tugging at his hair, and yet he remains stationary.

of course he does, he's right where he wants to be.

but just because you want his handsome face to twist into a desperate snarl, just because you want his voice to turn raspy from screaming your name and begging for your mercy— just because you want to degrade him until he learns to be your good boy doesn't mean you're going to give him the illusion that he'll be having an easy night tonight.

instead, as promised, you're going to train the disobedience out of his foul mouth.

and then he's going to learn who truly has the control in your relationship.

— masterlist !

to add onto this post, the mc (you) has been reincarnated through many lives before, gaining slight consciousness at four, never living past seven. throughout all those lives, you've never experienced love, or peace, let alone a childhood. all you knew was the cruelty of the world in every era— worse yet, you remember every death, every single life of yours and couldn't seem to find a way to break the loop no matter how much you've tried.

you lost all your hopes trying to find a happy, fulfilled life. after being awoken to an orphanage, you were ready to crumble into the corner and just let yourself rot into the shadows— but when you were five, an incident happened within the building, you could barely remember, but what you could only recall was being in the arms of someone else.

it was not one of the caretakers who'd handle you like dirt rag, not like the children who'd pull at your hair every time you'd slag off housework duty too slow, not the harsh matron who'd hit you too hard whenever you'd release a shrill cry about the heavy pains in your back (like something was resurfacing, piercing out of fragile skin)— but someone bigger, someone safer, someone who knew to shield you away from the penetrating noise of death within the building you once had desperately tried to call home.

you remained the sole survivor of it all. of the incident.

and before you knew it, before the ringing in your ears could subside, before the fog in your eyes could clear up, before you can try to muster up the memory of your armoured savior— you were in a new house, a bigger one, with hundreds of rooms, with light that actually reaches past windows.

before you knew it, you've been adopted by a kind man who called himself bruce wayne.

who was now your father in this life.

there was nothing great about this news, no matter how big his smile was when he greeted you, how much it warmed your heart, how nice his hugs were, or just how, it seemed, he was always adamant on sticking by your side.

he was the only father who was kind to you. the others before were either absent, pretended you never exist, or were the ones who plunged the very weapon into your heart when you were seven.

the same goes to all your past mothers.

you love your father— but you know he'll only be with you in this life. you've only two years to enjoy this momentary pleasure before you'll be subjected to yet another gruesome death.

no amount of toys or comfort from your father could cure the nightly terrors resurfacing in your thoughts whenever you'd shut your eyes too tight. the blood spilling out open wounds, the stench of rot and decay, even the sensations of maggots crawling inside sinewy bones were memories you carry into every life of yours.

so when the day of your seventh birthday finally came to light, you'd already braced for the unseen impact. you've written a letter for bruce, tucked into the pockets of the cozy pajamas he carefully picked for you the night before, and spent your entire day praying to the lord above to spare you— give you a less brutal death in front of your only family.

because as much as you could never get used to the pain wracking throughout your entire body, the thought of your father mourning your death hurt even more.

and...

(this is it for now 😜 sorry if this ruins any immersion. but this is not the prologue, this is just a shitty — and meant to be vague and general — description meant to reel you people in enough to like what would come next (i hope it worked). read below for more details).

Other parts: Riddle; Leona; Kalim; Vil; Idia; Ruggie; Floyd

gn!reader; sfw (subspace is not meant to be smutty but can be perceived as foreplay depending on reader’s wants); word count: 3027; tw: Azul’s canonical low self-esteem

The ocean is ruthless with its inhabitants, and the Coral Sea is no different. Despite the fact that this population is not lonely like the majority of the sea creatures, they learned to toughen themselves up, eat before being eaten, try to become greater than you look, force those around you to submission.

Azul's weak, soft heart was subjected to this terrible treatment. He became used to the dark and cold reality that his homeland, hiding himself in his octopot or running away using his ink as a distraction was something he mastered before meeting the tweels.

And the more he was hurt, the more he pitied himself. When mermaids with pretty, colourful and bright tails existed, who would look kindly to a disgusting octopus? Omegas are meant to be beautiful and soft, like Rielle! Or at least, that's what his former classmates used to spit at him, who could spare a glance to this poor unfortunate soul?

He would show them, though, Azul would swim higher than all those insolent mers ever could.

Courting

Getting to know you was like breathing through his nose for the first time, refreshing and terrifying.

When he met the magicless alpha from Ramshackle, he thought you could be easily defeated much like your friends, as the quote goes “you're the average of the five people you hang out the most". Azul is an observer, watching his prey before making any move, enticing little fishes until they fall into his tentacles by their own choice.

So of course, you self-sacrifice the little you had to protect your friends. And he underestimated you, he admits. Azul failed in seizing Ramshackle dorm, but he wasn't mad about it, after all, his interest was picked by the resident of it.

“I think you are pretty great without having to steal from others. You have a strength greater than any magic. You are a hard worker, Mostro Lounge is proof of that, it's more difficult to be better at working hard than at magic.” Do you know how his heart palpitated after hearing your kindhearted words? It surprised him at first, but he shrugged it off for this alpha just being a flatterer, he wasn't special, he thought, he was merely stunned because he didn't think you would act mellow with him after almost leaving you homeless and slaving your friends.

Azul got closer to you during winter break, after dealing with Jamil and receiving you from time to time. Mostro Lounge has the scent of the beach and coral reefs, he personalized the candles to do so, and the more time you spend with him there, helping him cook for two and then choosing a table for you both, the closer he gets the candles to you, making the smell cling to you.

The housewarden is quick to notice his feelings developing, he feels nervous before you visit him, tidying up his lounge and VIP room when you confirm you imminent presence, he is flustered frequently around you, specially when he hears your compliments or words of praise about his establishment, spitting ink discreetly (or he thinks he is being discreet) on napkins as soon as his heart misses a beat and he changes colors.

Yeah… color changes, apparently he learned that he can get even redder than an angry Riddle, or get blue to purple color. That afternoon, while in the bathroom and trying to put his act together before returning to your table, he noticed his affections for you.

Octomers change color to attract mates, also omega octopuses release chemical cues with their scent to seduce alphas, it's alike a pre heat scent, and bringing his wrist to his nose to check- yes, he is awfully aware that for mers he is not being subtle at all.

Azul uses suppressants and scent patches, his scent to attract a mate was so strong that even his precautions were rendered useless. This alpha certainly bewitched him!

Mentioning mers, now Azul can understand Jade and Floyd's strange behaviour, eels have a more keen sense of smell, so undoubtedly they caught up first on his scent. The tweels sometimes lurks by the table, teasing him more than normal, Jade would snicker a comment about a famous tale of a mermaid princess and a human prince mating, or Floyd would steal the cutlery, leaving you and Azul to share one pair.

At least they were keeping these disgraceful actions in private (Azul cheered momentarily).

About his little huge crush… Azul is a bit lost. In a quiet evening in his dorm room, looking at himself in the mirror, he wonders if he has enough confidence to pursue you. If he was younger, he would say no, Jade and Floyd were his only friends, others his bullies, what would make anyone fall in love with him?

But he had worked on himself since then, Azul considers himself average in appearance, he is strong in magic and one of the top students in NRC, on top of that, he is successful, he wonders if this is enough to become a prospect mate. Also, he knows how to appear confident, and a reliant person is attractive, right?

Azul won't outright ask for courtship, he prefers for you to notice yourself that he is your best option in a partner, that way, it seems that it was completely your choice and he would escape the embarrassment of a confession! Two birds in one stone. Also, he can't underestimate the power of body language, like the great witch of the sea once said! He considered making a contract after he ensnared you, but decided against it. He wants a relationship built on affections, someone that won't leave him because it's their choice, not because they are afraid of suffering the consequences.

With his plan in mind, Jade and Floyd intruded in his schemes unprompted, most often than not jabbing at him and trying to discompose Azul in front of you, the twins would often push Azul to your direction, making him trip until you caught him in your arms while asking if he was okay.

The housewarden also would use his new point system in Mostro Lounge to his favour. 1500 madol to gain 3 points, and 50 points are necessary to have a meeting with him is the usual offer that his clients receive, but Azul would place discount coupons for you to find, free points pamphlets or giving you more points than the deal. Besides the usual night meeting that was usual between you two during winter break that turned into a normal occurrence even after the classes returned, you now are frequently in his VIP room in “professional” meetings.

If you don't have anything to ask for in a deal, that's fine too, you both could do anything at all, save the deal for later.

Before, Azul used his secondary gender to entice more people to his contracts, he wouldn't submit or act flirtatious, but he release pheromones to appear benevolent and willing to help, not his fault that so many betas, alphas or even omegas fall for a compliant omega. With you, he was also more blunt, resting his cheek on his palm to flaunt his neck and looking at you through his lashes, he worked everything in himself, he can be more omega-like to accomplish his objective.

He may think he is being smooth, but Azul is a pathetic loser in love, he schedules your “dates”, but he is losing his shit behind closed doors, like a middle school girl with a crush, squealing when he receives your texts, and sometimes he is so damn obvious, staring at your lips intently while turning purple.

Just look at him, permit yourself to drown in his spell of love, breathe in his chemical cues of seduction, and eventually become utterly his.

After you two are officially courting, there's some unhealthy behaviours that needs to be worked upon. Azul often thinks that his value comes from the things he possesses instead of himself, in a way he feels empowered by your relationship, after all, you are the perfect mate, but sometimes his admiration falls onto the toxic side. He started the process to accept himself after the overblot, but on hard days he returns to the old habits, you would become his world and he would feel crushed without you.

It will take guidance and time to form a healthy relationship, he hopes you won't give up on him.

gn!reader; this is pure fluff and sfw; wc: 1796; no warnings just almost accurate lion behavior regarding mating in some parts

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As much as Leona prided himself in his ability to read people and their intentions, it seems that his intended mate does not thrive in this subject. Leona is pretty sure that he is being obvious right now, but you do not grasp his desires at all.

After school hours weren't always Leona's favourite, he was bothered by students rustling around and being noisy, some of his sleeping spots getting too busy for comfort, and mostly the time that he was forced to retreat to his room if he didn't want to deal with his peace being disturbed.

But recently, Leona became fond of this moment of the day, because that is the time when he can snatch you up to himself. Sending some Savanaclaw underclassman to ask for you and demanding for your companion is now a routine since he decided to pursue a courtship.

And as much as he would like to initiate it quickly, he guesses that he couldn't expect a human from another world to know beastmen's ways of courtship, especially when it's so vast according to each kind of beast. The thing is, although Leona wants to be reassured of his place beside you, he is not entirely willing to court in a way that he doesn't feel in a courtship.

It's not as burdensome as he would expect, though. He can be patient when the moment asks for it, besides, the hunt is always entertaining.

“Hmm” you squinted your eyes, copying the omega's movement and leaning your head to the side, rendering your neck exposed.

Foolish herbivore.

Leona advanced forward, his lips enclosed the juncture between your neck and shoulders, he bit and pulled the skin in the middle of his teeth, it didn't break, for he would never give a mating mark without consent.

“Ah, Leona!” you startled and pushed him by his shoulders, laughing while you forced him to lay on his back, hovering over him. For a second, he thought you understood him, his pupils dilated as he leaned his head back, expecting a bite in return to evidence that both of you are on the same page.

But it never came, he looked up to assess the situation. being met with your confused expression which he growled at, disappointment filled his chest before he delivered another bite to your shoulder.

sure you can, anon! this request has been on my mind for the past 4 months, and I hope I gave Ruggie some justice in my interpretation of him, as someone who mostly looks out for himself but is very caring with the people he loves, hope you like it!

Ruggie Bucchi as an omega

Other parts: Riddle; Leona; Azul; Kalim; Vil; Idia; Floyd

gn!reader; sfw; a little bit of whiffing your neck if that needs a warning

Ruggie learned what it is to be helpless and hungry very early in life. He wanted many things, food, clothes, income, a peaceful life - stability. Therefore, he works very hard to achieve such accomplishments.

And his grandma, ever the loving woman she is, taught him of love and the many things his mother never had the chance. He loves his grandma, loves the other orphans that live in the neighborhood,loves his community,  and most of all, loves when he knows they are happy.

As Ruggie grew older, and before leaving to NRC, his grandma decided to teach him another thing. Mating. His grandma insisted that, as an omega hyena, he should choose his mate wisely, someone who won't take him for granted, who just their presence would make him feel at the top of the world.

Hunger is nothing new, yet, the claws inside his heart of a starving beast scenting meat hit him with unprecedented surprise.

Courting

If Ruggie was questioned on how and when he fell in love with you, he wouldn't know how to exactly pinpoint an answer. At first, you were simply an object in the way to his and Leona's victory, a rival that must be defeated when proven as a worthy opponent, then, a begrudging acquaintance who worked together towards a common cause.

And at last, friendship. How could he not have developed feelings? Ruggie is convinced he has a difficult heart to sway, but every man has his limits to cure things. And, oh, what a cute underclassmate you are, seeking his opinions, quietly listening to him, indulging his whims, validating his feelings and covering for him.

A precious soul, one that Ruggie is still unsure whether he wants to put in a little treasure box and protect with his life or completely devour whole.

He thinks, however, he can name many circumstances that made him realize he was in love. Perhaps he would mention the multiple instances where you reminded the things he liked, gifting him unprompted, without persuasion nor guilt-tripping from his part. How you tried to make his life easier, be it assuming part of his chores while charmingly sweet-talking him to rest or convincing his dormmates to be easier on him. The biggest surprise is that you never asked for anything back.

At first, he suspected you, no one does anything without second intentions in mind. However, his suspicions were quickly swept away at how sincere you smell. You're the type to not bother with scent patches, and your pheromones run unrestricted, so Ruggie knows you aren't trying to fool him.

Still, he doesn't like any unpaid debts.

“I don't need any repayment, I'm doing this because I'd like to help you,” Ruggie hears from you any time he asks what you want in return, the phrase stamped in his mind from how much you repeated it.

Ruggie, only to himself, admits he will compensate all that you do for him. But with a lot of second intentions from his part.

With a heart as kind as yours in a school like this, he knew you would, sooner or later, be completely swallowed by the less-than-trustful people NRC is home to. So as your new self-proclaimed guardian, he will protect you from the unsavory brutes that try to take advantage of you.

If he can drown in your scent and spend more time with you, that's simply a plus.

Ruggie does something that he never imagined himself doing. Instead of dwelling on your reasons to stick with him with no ulterior motives, he chooses to believe you, and greedily take anything you decide to give.

“You're such a weirdo, y'know?” He bumps into your shoulder, shaking his head to show his baffleness, as much as to feign disapproval, “Looking after me like this, but I will show you that I'm worthy to stick around.”

In a short period of time, Ruggie began to trust you wholeheartedly, and soon the idea of courting didn't seem so farfetched from his reality. He became infatuated, and he felt his ambition shifting from “earn his keep” to also include “you” in the calculation.

Omega hyenas choose their partners, and Ruggie chose you.

By the time he realized this fact, a whole new world was open to him, becoming hyperaware of reactions he wouldn't notice previously, like the clam on his hands, how he leans into your direction, how your scent affects him…

Ruggie can barely get enough, subtly getting close to your neck, whiffing the air like an addict in abstinence. It becomes a common occurrence that Ruggie feels guilty of.

To get rid of the guilt, he asks you directly. 

“Shameless!” is your reply, Ruggie is somewhat impressed that you understand the connotations that is to an omega to like an alpha's scent, since you mostly don't acknowledge second genders. 

“C'mon,” he purrs the words out, “Shamefulness gets you nowhere in life, I believe sometimes being clear with what you want is one of the best tactics.” 

“And what you want is to smell my neck?” you sound unconvinced.

“Pretty much,” Ruggie answers, shrugging his shoulders and holding his laugh as your face becomes more disbeliefing by the second, he needs to play his cards right, “Beastman nose, a blessing and a curse, most people here smell really bad, from sweat or that pricks like Pomefiore students smelling of strong perfume.” admittedly, Ruggie is unsure how Vil let things like this pass, but even that Queen doesn't monitor everyone, or approves to some of them, “You smell nice though, it would be nice if you helped me escape from the rest of the world.” 

That's how you became his walking ambience purifier, taking deep whiffs of you, consensually, when the scents turn overwhelming. And also, how Ruggie learns he can haggle with you for your affection.

Slowly, he turns devoted, from you doing things to help him, he starts to do things to help you. The situation turned into a ridiculous game of tug of war on who could do more for the other.

Then, Ruggie strikes with his first courting gift, a bouquet of varied dandelions. Gifts were nothing new from your side, giving him practical gifts or food, but this is a first from Ruggie, met with an - by his words - adorably confused look from you.

An extreme believer of the phrase “the way to the heart is through the stomach”, he starts waking up early to cook a meal for you. Everyday you are met with a bento box, a lunch prepared by Ruggie only for you. Behind your back, he would snarl at Grim if he tried to take a bite from your food. 

Likewise, if he gets food for himself, and he sees you without a meal, he equally divides his and shares with you.

But transactions are his motto by heart, so he finds ways for you to repay him.

So he turns into pickpocketing some of your belongings, things you would barely bother with, but notice enough for you to go looking for it - no, he is not doing this to have more of your attention, what an atrocious suggestion! An extra eraser you have, a ruler, your favorite mug from ramshackle.

“Ruggie, I need this, please,” you try to get your jacket from his hands, which he quickly dodged.

“Oh, you want this back? I have one little requirement, I'm sure you can do it” Ruggie smile with a devious idea creating root in his mind, stepping back until you also stopped on your tracks, he didn't say anything until he saw you quirking your eyebrow in question, “I will give it back tomorrow if you let me wear this jacket today.”

You shook your head, trying to make sense of his goals, “I need to wash this, it's my laundry day,” you reasoned.

“Truly, you should let me wear this only for today! I have places to go, do you know how dangerous it is for big booty omegas like me to be left unattended? At least let’em think I have an alpha.” Ruggie's words sound more desperate than he was expecting, he bites his tongue. Realization on how much he wants to wear your scent hitting him like a truck.

“It's not like you don't know how to take care of yourself.” You sighed, shoulders relaxing in tired resignation, “Fine, give me back tomorrow though.”

Ruggie takes pride in how easily you concede to his whims, he often contemplates on how lucky he is that his chosen doesn’t try to dominate him, instead, fitting perfectly in a relationship of equals. As much as you provide for him, you also don't bat an eye when he provides for you. My possession, his mind provided, Ruggie scarcely had the mind to shake the thought away, he is yours as much as you are his.

The first time you seemed to reciprocate his courting, Ruggie's mind went black. A cold shiver born in his stomach trailed its way into his heart, and a static noise penetrated his ears, he couldn't hear anything you said next, a daze sheen covering his eyes.

In the most undignified manner, Ruggie ran. There was no composure in his actions, if a group of overblots had been trailing him, he is certain he would have run slower. You caught him unprepared! 

He will have his revenge soon.

Growling

Ruggie, as a hyena beastman, is very vocal. He grunt, groan, yip and whine quite frequently if compared to other omegas. Growling is included in this list.

He unashamedly growls when he is annoyed, but he also forces the sound out of his throat when he is in the mood to tease you. Especially when he desires something from you and - in his words - you are being too cruel to little ol’ him and refusing to give up.

“C'mon, it's just a hug, what if you are late to whatever event you have right now? I thought alphas were supposed to appease their omegas' needs.” Ruggie would complain, mixing growls and whines in between words, and when you finally satiate his desires, he would laugh behind your back, watching as you leave.

Ruggie also growls if you two are playing together. He is quite competitive and would do anything to conquer victory. The adrenaline running through his veins, the rough playing, the places where your skin makes direct contact with his, it's all enough to get him into a zone, mind zeroing on everything that involves you and him. Ruggie's growls, constant and spirited, mix with the sounds of heavy breathing and skitterish laughter. 

Purring

Ruggie purrs loudly, impossible to ignore, he particularly likes to hug you when he purrs, so you can feel his chest trembling and the hum of his throat. He wants you to feel his happiness and what it does to his body.

Honest purring is common when he is with you. While he is very vocal in public, the softness only comes with you, you can have all the good sides of him, and the “purrs” others receive are more often from teasing or mockery. 

It's not his fault most alphas are stupid and yield themselves for a pretty omega, believing every word he says when he puts a purr into it, giving him things or doing part of his chores when he mutters the right words in the right tone, no matter how disingenuous he sounds. Purrs are amazing!

But with you, Ruggie doesn't use those tricks, he doesn't place his alpha in the same category of others, being much more direct with his intentions, as he knows this has a bigger chance of success with you.

When with you, Ruggie is candid and sincere, his purrs come from a place of happiness instead of deceit, naturally easing himself into your embrace. He especially likes when you scratch under his chin or lightly scratch your nails on his back.

Nesting

Ruggie dislikes an unkempt nest. He may haven't had access to high-end materials, nor the pompous protective screens, but this is no excuse for a lacking nest.

Since embarking at Night Raven College and sticking to Leona's side, he now is a proud owner of an exuberant nest, filled with warm pelts, soft pillows, and pieces of clothing carrying the scent of people he cares for. Ruggie pretends he doesn't notice how Leona always lets him keep the change when he is running errands for the prince, or how he sometimes “mistakenly” hands a few thaumarks more than promised, in the same way Leona pretends he has nothing to do with the ever-growing new nest.

Ruggie invites you into his nest when he is sure you are the one. He is pretty territorial over his belongings, so his nest is exclusively his, his safe haven. 

The omega would call you sweetly, timidly showing off his creation, and preening with smugness when you compliment it. It sure is the best nest you will ever see, he would say. It comes in a day when he is exhausted from his chores and needs his alpha with him in his territory, or a day you have been acting particularly sweet. Either way, once he gets you into his nest, he will want you there every day.

Marking 

Ruggie makes sure to make his mark very public. He is proud to have you, there's no part of him that desires to hide your relationship. After all, omega hyenas choose their partners, and Ruggie is overcome with a sense of haughtiness for having a successful courtship.

He is a constant presence at your side, anyone who sees both of you knows that you are in a relationship from just one look. He doesn't shy away from touches, nor try to suppress his enthusiastic reactions with you.

Ruggie is very attentive, looking out for your reactions for any hint of joy or discomfort you might exhibit, and acts accordingly to the situation. It's common for him to behave protectively if someone makes you uncomfortable, jumping in front of you and either directly confronting the other person, or redirecting their attention.

Making very, very obvious that you are his through his actions, that's how he chooses to mark you.

Omeganspace

When in the mood to completely forget his troubles, rob your time for himself and be just yours for the evening, Ruggie will convince you to abandon any tasks you might have for the day.

In the extremely rare times this happens, he snuggles into your chest and props his head under your chin, silently asking you to nuzzle him. He is as demanding as he is giving, looking at you with the same eyes of a domesticated dog, whining into your ears and nipping your fingers for attention. 

Ruggie also likes to groom you in these moments, either hairbrushing, doing your skincare and fixing your nails. Sometimes, if he is really immersed in his gestures, he will lick your face and neck, purr box working like a machine.

☽ ☼ ☾

The school's courtyard was always a breath of fresh air, Ruggie's nose still tingles from the scent his classmates produce, strong, spicy and sweaty, typical teenagers who never bothered learning basic hygiene. Ruggie almost thinks it would be worthy to gift the entire class desodorants, just to save his poor nose.

Dandelions sway gently with the breeze, some a bright yellow coloring the pathway, others white looking like cotton. Bending to the ground, trying to not dirty his pants with mud, Ruggie collects both kinds, adding some greenery in the middle for variation.

They might like a bouquet.

He thinks dreamily, imagining your face brightening when you receive this gift, the accomplished smile you give him when you do things for him turning into one of gratitude. Your scenting, usually neutral, turning sweet with happiness, cleansing Ruggie's nose from the horrid odors he has to deal with on a daily basis.

Ruggie is grateful for the skills he learned during his life, picking flowers with his grandma and turning them into either bouquets or wreaths coming in hand to make his first courting gift for you, to finally make a move and establish his intentions. He hopes you also act intentionally with him.

Usually, Ruggie has to fight to achieve his desires, it would be nice if, for once, he got something easily. But it's also fine if you take a bit more to warm up to his advances, Ruggie learned to be patient as well, and victory tastes delightfully when earned.

Maybe, next time, he will make you a crown of flowers. He is admittedly biased, but he thinks anyone would agree you would look beautiful wearing one, just as the title of majesty of his heart.

With the bouquet in hand, he starts his search for you, looking forward to how you will entertain him.

If you soften up because of his gift, Ruggie thinks, a pleasant warmth increasing in his stomach, as well as a fluttery feeling, maybe he will take a bite out of you today.

You noticing he's giant and incredibly attractive without thinking: You.

Azul pausing and slightly flattered: What-