ℑ𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔲𝔰

At first, it was unnoticeable. . that subtle heat in his lower stomach, getting warmer and warmer with every passing second. It’s like Jack’s senses were heightened further; the scent of you, the touch of you, the sight of you has become dangerously intoxicating. Watching you closely with sharp eyes, he’s practically salivating. . but not from hunger, well . . perhaps a different type of hunger. 

It’s already early spring, Jack’s heat tends to regularly appear during spring or summer. Ooh. . so that’s what why that 

noticeable ache in his abdomen and the desire for you wholly has begun to appear. He’s going through his rut.

“Nngh. .” Jack huffs out through ragged breaths and breathless groans, the firm grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you squirm.

God. . how long has it been since Jack pounced on you— keeping you stuck in the mating press before manhandling you onto your knees and hands. You are moaning weakly into the sheets, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the bedsheets below was your dear boyfriend’s grip on your waist. . keeping you propped up for him to pound his cum into your velvety walls. With a whiney voice, you loudly moan out his name— sobbing when he presses you against the sheets, leaving to nibble at your already marked up neck. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw pussy, his thick cum pours from your sensitive cunt. . staining the mess fabric below. Desperately, Jack slowly drags his tongue against the skin of your neck. . groaning in delight at the taste of you against his tongue, sweet and inviting. 

“Haah—! . . ohgodd, J- jack!” You gulp out, eyes rolling back with a deep and rough thrust into your gooey walls.

Your walls quiver and spasm around Jack’s length tightly, you are soo close to cumming for the nth time— overstimulation starts to bite at your flesh. You tremble violently, squealing in ecstasy as your sopping cunt squeezes around his length, squirting onto the messy sheets. Fat tears roll down your cheek from your intense orgasm, whimpering softly when Jack kisses at your shoulder— the sweetness completely contradicts those rough and mean thrust he gives.

“Mmhp. . fu- fuck, soo warm” he grumbles against your marked skin, heavy balls slapping at your puffy clit.

“Y- you feel —nngh. . wonderful, sevens—“ Jack grits out through clenched teeth, hesitating leaning in to bite at your shoulder— eventually giving into his instincts to mark you further. 

You let out a loud yelp of his name, eyes rolling back so far when Jack’s knot swells up against your glistening folds. It presses harder and harder against your cunt until it slips inside with an obscure and loudly wet squealchh.

“Haah—! J- jack!” You sob out, a new batch of tears pouring from your glossy eyes.

He lets out a soft, shaky sigh of pleasure when his knot slips into your warmth— eliciting a loud squeal of a mixture of pleasure and pain from you. Jack slowly kisses at laps at each mark on your neck and shoulder, any spot he could reach is met with delicate affection. He moves you to rest against the bedsheets, cuddling you while his knot is still plugged into your pussy— the chances of you taking his seed increases.

Once Jack’s rut is finally over, he’ll make sure to give you the best aftercare. . but for now, he’ll hold you close to his warm body.

ׅ꒰RUGGIE BUCCHI ୭ ˚

Unlike wolves, hyenas lack a specific date for ruts, rather, the female hyenas ovulate throughout the whole year

Naturally, male hyenas rely on their mate to initiate sex, due to being more submissive than their counterpart

Ruggie could easily smell it on you; that hint of spice, sour, and sweetness scent that lingers on your body. . it’s enticing. You must be ovulating, it’s the only explanation for you being so bothered and desperate at the same time. Beastmen have a better sense of smell. . they can smell certain fumes better than a regular person, for example, he knows exactly when you fingered yourself.

That tasty sweet smell on your skin is slightly subtle but still bold enough, you must have done it early ago. Ooh, Ruggie is truly desperate for a taste of you. . but his biology clearly states that the male must wait for the female to initiate sex, unless they’d like to be bitten. 

“Oooh. . fuck-! Ru- ruggie” you gasp out loudly, body trembling when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking tightly. 

Ruggie has his hands sprawled on the inside of your plush thighs—keeping you pried apart, giving him enough time to drag his tongue through your slick folds. He’s completely drunk off the taste of your arousal, mindlessly moaning into your cunt and lapping at your pussy. . tongue smearing through your fat folds, parting them apart with each lick.

“Mmhp. .” Ruggie whimpers into your cunt, sighing when you drag your fingers through his hair, ears flattening against his hair. 

He is a wet mess, chin and mouth soaked and glistening from your sticky juices, lips swollen from how long been buried agaisnt your sopping pussy. Ruggie is shameless, lips sucking loudly onto your engorged clit— even moaning and whimpering when he suckles onto your clit, causing the perfect amount of vibrations to course through your body, ripping out another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“H- haaah. . can’t ta- take it anymore. .!” You drool out, throwing your head back when he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole. 

Your velvety walls flutter around his tongue, gasping when he stretches your walls out by fixing his tongue into you. Your body is throbbing soo much from the pleasure, it aches in the best possible way. Your legs struggle to stay open and you don’t have to worry about it, Ruggie is easily keeping you wiiide open like you’re paying him for it.

Again, you drag your nails against his scalp, tugging on his scalp tenderly, bucking your hips. An intense shiver courses through your spine when Ruggie flattens his tongue at your spasming hole, dragging the wet muscle all the way to your buzzing bud. 

“Nngh—! Mmhp, baby. .” You mewl out, hips shakily trembling, lightly squirming from the pleasure. 

Ruggie’s grip on your thigh tightened, silently asking if you can stay still while he feats on what you give him. 

“Mmhp. . n- noo. .” He murmurs against your sticky pussy, a thin string of arousal connected between his lips and your cunt.

“D-don’t squirm from me. . need more of youu” Ruggie finishes, dipping his tongue back into your hole. . nose pressing against your clit. 

Your jaw drops, eyes roll back, your grip tightens on his hair. You let out a breathless moan of his name, gushing around his tongue, feeding his hungry mouth for the nth time of tonight. And Ruggie is there to catch every drop, loudly dragging his lips through your pussy folds. 

“Nngh. . n- no more. . please” you pant on, pushing at his forehead. 

“N- noo. . prefect, pl- please. .” He protested, resting his cheek against your thigh, pouting at you.

“Just one more. .” Ruggie says, grinning mischievously when you nod your head.

You know it wouldn’t be just one more, but how could you ever think of denying Ruggie when he gives you those eyes? Sure, you’ll be jelly-boned once he’s done it’s you. . but that’s a later concern!

ׅ꒰LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ୭ ˚

Similar to hyenas, male lions don’t actually have a specific season in which a rut can appear, in reality, lions can mate throughout the whole year but a rut can be triggered by the female’s heat

Lions are quite territorial of their mate, sometimes becoming rougher with the intent of leaving their mark. . awfully similar to Leona

The second you stepped into Savanclaw, Leona almost immediately woke up from his little nap— keen scents picking up at the distant and subtle yet sweet scent of you. He is patiently awaiting your arrival in his room while pretending to be asleep. . although the wild flicks of his tail give away his facade— in reality, he’s eagerly waiting for his dear prey to finally barge into his room. And when you do. . that spicy, musky, intense, sweet smell of you, practically radiating off your skin, invades his senses. . oooh, you’ve got him hooked just by your scent. 

“Haaah. . nngh! C- can’t take it anymoree!” You squeal out loudly into the sweat-soaked pillow, voice muffled by the soft fabric, fat tears rolling down the curve of your cheek.

You are drooling and gasping into the sheets, mindlessly gasping out your boyfriend’s name. Your body and skin tingles, a mixture of sensitivity and overstimulation. . it aches in one of the best ways possible. Leona had already reduced you into a whimpering and whining mess; thick fingers plunging deep into your quivering hole, massaging against your velvety walls as his rough tongue drags along the swollen length of your clit. . the perfect amount of pressure to have you bucking needily. 

With each mean thrust of his thick, barbed cock back into your raw, leaking, puffy cunt has a copious amount of cum pouring from your stretched hole, staining the mattress beneath your slick body further. His tongue drags roughly against the warm, marked skin of your neck, canines finding their spot on your flesh— there’s bite marks all along your neck, some on your chest, some on your thighs, there’s even some bruises indented onto your hip and thighs. It’s clear to every student, beastmen and human, that you are only Leona’s mate.

“Leonaa! L- Leona. .” You mewl out loudly, back arching further into the bed. . swollen nipples grinding against the fabric— you squirm lightly from the onslaught of pleasure.

“C’mon, herbivore. . say my name” Leona grunts out between groans of pleasure, hips snapping into yours.

“Fu- fuck. . Leona!” You sob out, whining when his grip on your hips tightens where you squirm away from his touch. 

“Again” he groans out between ragged breaths, teeth finding your neck once again, leaving his mark.

His tail curls around your thighs lightly as Leona nuzzles deeper into your neck, suckling lewdly at your skin. Your eyes roll back, an intense tremble courses through your body as you gush around his barbed cock for the nth time.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck! Ngh, Leona!” You wail out loudly, walls swallowing and squeezing tightly around his length.

He groans out your name into the sweaty skin, hips firmly flushed against your body— cock bobbing and twitching painfully, buried to the hilt of your pussy. Thick ropes of cum shoots into your white covered walls, causing globs of cum to seep around his thick base.

“Haah. . n- noo more. .” You say in a breathless and rough voice, gasping when he snaps his hips back into yours.

“C’mon, herbivore. . s- surely you’re not exhausted just from this” Leona says in that prideful and arrogant tone, you can practically imagine that smirk on his face.

However, you are wayy too fucked out to give a snarky comment back— simply melting into the sheets as his skin slaps against yours with a wet plap.

ׅ‧˚꒰♡ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block ᶻ Z Z

ׅᛝ AUTHOR NOTE ! ׁ ׅ ᶻ Wooow. . my first smut fic on this blogദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ originally, I was going to add the octotrio in this post but decided I would make a separate post(ᵕ—ᴗ—). I actually wasn’t expecting 300+ people to enjoy my first fic(..◜ᴗ◝..). I’m totally not exploding rn.. one of my fav twst writes followed me back omlomloml

To be honest, all of this was starting to irritate you. Your friends' endless overblots, their indifference to your problems… Hell, they don't even ask how you're doing! None of them! And you're practically fainting from overwork and poor nutrition. Although it's not their fault that you have such a disgusting daily routine and lifestyle, right? But they could at least ask for the sake of decency.

The inaction of the Headmage was also getting on your nerves. This useless parody of a principal was diligently (no) trying to pretend that he was trying to find a way to get you home, but you seemed to have completely resigned yourself to the fact that this would never happen. And Crowley still had the courage to call you to his office every Friday, ask how your studies are going, knowing full well that everything is terrible, give you three and a half yen for living expenses and forcibly throw you out of his office! By the way, you haven't heard from him for a long time.. Is he on vacation again!? What a jerk-!

In general: You are tired. Very. Very much. It's like your friends don't care, you will never see your family again, and you have two hryvnias and one kopeck for living expenses.

Although, even if you think that no one notices your exhaustion, you are wrong.

Someone did notice.

Mozus Trein.

The old man has a nose for teenage problems, he is a real father, one of the few teachers, if not the only one, who has children

who had..

in general, he knows how depressed children behave. Experience!

"Perfect." - a male voice, this time imbued with a previously unfamiliar warmth, tears you out of your stream of thoughts. You raise your head only to see that you are left with your precious professor all alone in the classroom. It takes you a few seconds to realize that they are talking to you and that the room is empty.

The professor looks at you, the tense frown on his face softens when your eyes meet. - "It seems you spend too much time with Kingscholar, he is a bad influence on you, you are already starting to fall asleep during my lectures." - Trein shakes his head, but his tone is light, as if he is trying to joke.

"Ah…" - you straighten up, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of a horse dose of fatigue. - ".. I'm sorry, Professor, too much workload lately."

Trein puts his fingers on his chin and closes his eyes. - "Let me ask what kind of workload? I can't remember me burying you in too many assignments? Is Crewel being too harsh with you? Maybe I should figure it out-.."

"No, absolutely not!!" - you rush to interrupt him, waving your hands. - "Professor Crewel is not to blame for anything! It's Crowley who is piling a lot of work on me."

"Hm."

After that, you very clearly felt the difference between what kind of workload you had before and what you have now.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Trein was softer, more gentle and affectionate towards you: He praised you more often, called you to him after classes just to chat and relax, to talk about your problems.

It's so warm and cozy next to him, as if you were sitting by the fireplace under a fluffy knitted blanket, sipping ginger tea with milk.

He's your outlet, the one you can come to in any state and he will give you that parental love and care that you so lack.

Oh, how he misses his daughters.

10/10 ideal father figure.

Divus Crewel.

"Pup, come to me after class." - Crewel's voice, like a whip, cuts through the concentrated silence of the classroom. His tone sounds like a threat, a question rushes through your head: what have you done? Your classmates cast sympathetic glances at you, as if they have already sung the last verse for your soul.

But you silently fulfill the request, as always. When the classroom was empty at the end of the lesson,Crewel with some suspiciously serious and displeased look, which looked too much even for him, crossed his legs and looked at you so persistently and intensely that you could practically physically feel a hole being burned inside you.

"You… wanted something, Professor?" - you ask, awkwardly playing with the sleeves of your shirt, which is unforgivably big on you.

"I'd like to know what's going on with you." - Crewel begins. - "When you first came here, I could write off your shortcomings and mistakes to the fact that you're new to this world and just adapting, but now… You've been here for two years and you still make the stupidest mistakes in my lessons." - The professor leans back in his chair, twirling his pen between his fingers. - "But you're not stupid and I know it. So the only explanation for your sloppy approach is… fatigue." - The man concludes, looking at you with either condemnation or regret, it's hard to say.

You rush to come up with empty excuses, to tell the professor that everything is fine, that nothing bothers you, that it seems to him, but he covers you up faster, before you can utter a word: - "Let me guess, a ragged parrot is unable to take care of his most valuable student?" - He sees how you immediately quiet down, confirming his point.

"I see. So, listen to me, pup." - Crewel says,a little softer than his original commanding tone. - "If you need anything, then don't be shy, come to me."

He worries about you, sincerely worries. But what angers him most is the fact that Crowley is the reason for your fatigue.

Crewel almost killed Crowley after your conversation, he was ready to rip out all the feathers of this pigeon, for the way he behaves.

Why does Crowley avoid you when he sees you next to the professor?

He will not treat you in any special way in class, at least, he thinks so.

Crewel himself does not notice how he speaks to you much more tenderly and softly than to the others. The way he unconsciously ruffles your hair like you're some little animal, the way he turns a blind eye to some stupid mistake while checking your test, for which he would mercilessly take a couple of points off if it were another student.

You like chatting with him, especially gossiping. He turns out to be a very good friend, haha. But his advice, despite all his tenderness and warmth towards you, is quite harsh and firm.

"You need to be firmer." or "Don't let them treat you like that. You're not some kind of dirty mutt, right?"

8/10 great father figure, but maybe he shouldn't coddle you in front of everyone, it's not professional! Although, who cares? 10/10.

Sam. why doesn't he have a card yet(

You stood at the counter, looking as pathetic as you could, staring at your planned purchases - tuna for Grim and a couple of packs of instant noodles. You didn't have enough money. You really didn't.

Sam could have sworn he almost burst into tears right there on the spot along with you, just from looking at your saddened face. - "Hey, hey, wait-!" Sam reaches across the counter to grab your sleeve before you can leave without buying anything. - "I'll give it to you for free!"

You blink at him, not quite sure if he's serious or not, because well… it's Sam. But he's dead serious. - "Really..?"

The man exhales, completely taken aback by your innocent charm. - "Yeah, really." - And at that moment Sam was ready to give you all the treasures of his shop, just to see how a spark of joy flashes in your eyes, how a bright, sincere smile blossoms on your lips, and how you, infinitely grateful, shower him with gratitude.

He would like to see more often how your tired face lights up with a smile.

Sam knows firsthand about your money problems, the fucking bird does not give you enough!

He is ready to offer you a part-time job in his shop.

Believe me, he will pay you much more than Crowley.

He absolutely gives you generous discounts, and when he feels especially generous, he can even give the goods for free, if it is a food item. (Just don't tell the other students, otherwise they will get even more impudent!)

Sam thinks that he can do little to help, not imagining how happy you are that you can eat something other than miserable noodles.

He's too young to be a father! At least that's what he told you. But he's willing to put up with being an older brother or a cool uncle. So 7/10 father figure, 10/10 cool uncle

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle was too hot-headed for his own good. And way too easy to stress out. But luckily, under your guidance, he melted so quickly. With you straddling his hips, panties pushed to the side as he leaned back in his chair in his room... He couldn't deny you or him with what he needed.

His breathing comes in sharp, little moans and gasps with each time your hips slammed down onto his cock. You lean towards him, arms wrapped over his shoulders as you press little kisses against his neck.

"Feel good, Riddle?" You pant out, each drag of his cock moving inside your hot cunt, but truly? He can barely focus on anything you say as you continue to ride him. Each little slap of skin on skin, and fuck, what was he even stressed out about in the first place?

His eyes are half-lidded as he nods against your embrace. "Please.. please don't stop -" He cries out with an pathetic moan. "You feel so good, so good.."

You move your hand down to guide his to your clit as he whimpers out with each movement of your hips slamming down onto the base of his cock. "Rub my clit for me, Riddle, can.. can you do that for me?"

He nods as his fingers move down to your pearl, making small circular movements that quicken the faster you move.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I have to cum..." He whines out. "Can.. Can I?" His gray eyes meet yours, his face is so flushed it rivals the color of his hair.

"Mhm.... Keep - keep moving your fingers like that and we'll cum together, m'kay?" You moan against his ear. A shiver runs up his body, the fact you chose him, of all people is beyond him. All he knows is that he won't let go of you, not now, not ever.

The slickness building up between the two of you runs down his cock and into his pants. Damn it all, he'll clean them later. All that matters is how good everything feels...

He can feel you clenching down on him and his fingers move faster against your clit. "Please, please, cum with me.." He moans as he feels your hips move faster down onto his cock, clenching around him so, so good.

"Riddle..!" You finally whine out, your climax washing over you with a mind-numbing haze as you feel his cum shoot up inside of you with a loud moan erupting from him. The tyrannical housewarden, a mess under you.

"Sorry, I'll.. I'll get you some after-pills.." He says, kissing the sides of your cheeks. "Shouldn't have done that."

"It's fine.." You say, still firmly planted on his lap, cock still deep inside of you. "Feel less stressed?"

"Mhm, thank you.." He breathes out again, arms wrapped around your waist.

Leona Kingscholar:

The sounds of the crowd are still loud outside the damn storage closet, his teammates still cheering for him after making the winning goal against Scarabia. Ruggie would probably be looking for him soon, but all that mattered was his little herbivore under him, on their knees and elbows, as he pounded into you.

"Leona..!" You moan out as his hand slaps your ass, the mark leaving an imprint.

"Shush, herbivore." He growls out, and next thing you know, he stuffs your damn panties in your mouth. "Don't want them hearing what a little slut you are, hm?"

Of all the places to get fucked out, its the storage closet, but when he always feels so good inside you, you couldn't deny him.

Especially not the way he nearly ran to you after he won the match, as if sizing you up and down like some prey. And its not like you didn't follow him back here...

"Don't give a shit whatever celebration they're gonna try and make me go to after this." He says, his hands gripping down onto your hips as he keeps thrusting inside your cunt. "We're gonna have our own party after this, right, baby?"

And all you could do is moan in reply, drool already falling down your mouth as you could only bite down on your panties.

"You're such a little slut for me, baby, but only me, ain't that right?" He says as his hips began to speed up, one hand firmly on your hip guiding him deeper and deeper. His other hand went down to your clit, rubbing and pinching it down in tandem with his thrusts.

You whine louder as he keeps moving, closer and closer to your climax, clenching down onto his cock.

"Gonna cum? Go ahead.." He says, his hips moving faster into yours as his hand continues his work on your clit.

"A..Ah.." You moan out, the panties drowning you out as you finally climax. Its not long before with a few more thrusts, he's finished inside you.

"Sorry, babe, but we can't leave anymore of a mess." He purrs out. Like Leona suddenly gave a damn about messes.

You finally pull the soaked panties out your mouth and like the kind boyfriend he was, he helped you slipped them back on.

"You're such an asshole.." You pant out, catching your breath as he zips up his uniform.

"Guilty. Come on. We're finishing this back at my place." He says, letting you lean onto him for support as you try to inconspicuously do the walk the shame out the storage closet of all places.

And yes, Ruggie does eventually find Leona, waving him over when he sees the pair of you. "Hey, boss, where did you go -" He begins before cutting himself off. He sniffs the air lightly before making a disgusted face, his ears flattening. It didn't help the fact Leona had a little lazy smirk plastered either.

"Yeah, nevermind. Have fun, Leona." Ruggie mutters before walking off.

Your face feels way too warm as you give a quick slap to Leona's chest but all he does is chuckle and continue leading you back to Savanaclaw.

Azul Ashengrotto:

You hated it when you knew Azul was feeling his bouts of insecurity. You knew he never would say it, ever. But you were with him long enough to recognize when one of his moods hit. Whether it be from him denying a little treat, getting a smaller portion then usual, or looking at himself a little too longer than usual.

So what better way to make those stupid insecurities leave his mind by fucking him silly?

Thankfully, the pool is heated as your hand moves up and down his appendage, his tentacles grasping the sides of the tub as he narrowed his eyes shut, pants coming out quickly no matter how much he tried to bite down.

"Please, please can I be inside of you now?" He chokes out, finally opening his eyes to meet yours.

"I don't know, Azul. Tell me you are handsome and mean it, and then I'll let you inside me." You coax out with that little sweet teasing tone of yours, continuing to move your hand against his cock.

"I'm handsome, I'm handsome, now, please...?" He says, teary-eyed.

"Thats more like it. Yes you - woah!" You say as his tentacles grip you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, as his hands reach up and grab you by your face. "Eager?"

"So very much so with you.." He says as he finally closes the distance, his lips meeting yours as his tentacles guide you down onto his cock.

"Azul..!" You whimper out against his lips as his length notches against your hole, pressing himself slowly into you inch by inch.

His only response is kissing you, eager to feel you in his embrace. "So good for me, so good for me.." He says in between kisses as he sinks you down onto his cock. You whine against his lips as he eagerly eats up your cries.

He finally bottoms out inside you, pulling out until his tip remained and pushing back in. "Azul..!" You moan out, head thrown back slightly as he begins to thrust in you. The water begins to move outside the pool as his tentacles guided your hips so nicely to plant down onto his cock each time.

"I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, right?" He says, eyes meeting yours as another one of his tentacles goes to circle your clit.

"Yes! Yes, only you..." You whine out, gripping onto his shoulders as he lips meet your neck, peppering it with kisses as if he wasn't fucking your brains out.

He continues thrusting into you, another two of his tentacles steadying the two of you by gripping the edges of the pool.

It was all too much and just right at the same time. How could Azul hate his merform when he looked so handsome and made you feel so good?

"I'm almost there, keep going, pretty boy.." You moan out, back arching as he hits that one part inside you.

He smiles at your little name for him as he continues moving in and out of you as his tentacle continuing to play with your clit. He only speeds up, eager to bring you to your climax as -

"Azul!" You cry out, your cunt clenching down and milking him for all he's worth.

With you clutching onto him, your hot walls grasping his cock like the greedy thing you were, its not long before he lets out a pitiful moan, spilling inside you as he tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder. With a few shallow thrusts, he finally stops.

"You're so pretty, you know that Azul?" You finally murmur out, still catching your breath.

"I think you're the pretty one, but I shall not argue." He says as you press tiny kisses to his cheek.

Vil Schoenheit:

Yeah, it was indeed your fault you ended up like this. You knew he was at one of his modeling gigs, but you still sent that little picture of you in the lingerie he specifically picked out for you. He even had his little matching set in the closet waiting for him. But no, you had to go ahead and break into yours and send him such a scandalous message, how uncouth.

So here you were, on his bed, blindfolded with your wrists bound. You legs shook as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly.

"I mean, darling, what if someone else had seen it?" He drawed out, his fingers still easing in and out of you way too slowly. "Not to mention, we were to wear our matching set on our anniversary, but you had to tear into it like some beast."

"I'm sorry, Vil.." You cry out, tears welling under the blindfold. "I won't do it again, can you please move your fingers faster..?" You manage to breath out.

"Hm... No, I do not think I will. After all, someone needs to learn their manners, no?" He says, smirking lowly.

"Vil... 'm so sorry..." You whine out, hips bucking up to meet his.

"Keep apologizing dear, maybe I'll indulge you." He says, fingers still moving in and out your cunt at such a ludicrous pace.

Your hips buck up, as if trying to move his fingers back into you faster. "I'm sorry, please, I won't be such a brat.." You cry out, the blindfold soaking with tears.

"I suppose I will, only because at least you cry so well for me." He finally says but instead of feeling his fingers move any faster, they exit your body leaving behind such an empty feeling.

You whine low, shifting in his bed as trying to seek him out. "Vil, that wasn't -"

"Patience is key. You should try to practice it better." He tsks as he brings his fingers to your mouth. "Clean them up, I do not wish to ruin my manicure." And as your mouth parted so obediently, he slid his fingers into your mouth.

What you didn't expect was his cock to finally enter your cunt.

Your back arched up as he slowly entered you, choking on his fingers as a pathetic moan tore through you. "Mmmf, Vil!"

"I thought this was what you wanted?" He teases out as his hips still. With a quick shake of your head, he chuckled and finally began thrusting in you with deep, thrusts. And finally, he graciously pulled off your blindfold. "I want you to see me deep inside you, darling."

You looked down as Vil leads a leg over his shoulders. Over your chest was splatters of lipstick all over, including your thighs. Yet, his lipstick still remained beautifully intact.

But that observation did not matter as much as how good he felt inside you, tiny whines escaping your lips.

"We'll continue all night if he has to." He says, lifting your other leg over his shoulder. "Until someone learns their manners."

Yet you shook your head and gave your companion a tiny smile. Maybe you could dismiss what happened as a dream. A hyperaware dream. There are studies on the human mind playing tricks on its owner; perhaps this was your brain's way of grounding you in reality, convincing you that none of what you saw last night was real.

The carcass-shaped roasted meat, the finger on whoever's plate, the iron scent of their drinks, the way their shapes seems to untangle in their true forms—

Stop.

None of it is real.

You couldn’t put it into words. A weight settled in your chest, thick and suffocating, but you forced yourself to move. To dress. To ignore the way the air felt too heavy, too charged with something you couldn’t name. The morning routine should have been simple yet every movement, every glance in the mirror, felt foreign, like watching someone else go through the motions of your life.

The halls of Night Raven College were a solace, at least for now. Students bustled about, their chatter a comforting backdrop. Normal. This was normal. You just needed to act like nothing was wrong.

The first class was potions with Divus Crewel. It had gone as smooth as it can be. You don't know how you can act nor face the headmaster after he bribed you, the heavy cling of mora tucked away under the covers of your bed. You're not sure if you could take the blood money and spend it. Heck, just holding it feels morally wrong.

Lunch arrived without much fanfare. Ace and Deuce had been bickering over something trivial, Grim stuffing his face with whatever he could get his paws on. It was routine, familiar, grounding.

Hmph!

You bumped into someone.

A student, who looks normal, a Diasomnia student perhaps—one whose name you couldn’t recall, but who clearly recognized you. His eyes locked onto yours, their expression twisting into something unreadable. "Watch where you're going," he muttered, voice oddly low, too controlled.

You mumbled an apology, but the way he lingered, the way his gaze stayed fixed on you just a second too long, sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine.

You forced yourself to keep walking. It was fine. It had to be fine. The cafeteria. A perfect place to gather your thoughts. In the company of many, your worries can be buried under the guise of the public.

Grim frowned as he looked at you, his mouth half-full of pasta and pastries. "You’ve been actin’ weird ever since you woke up. Did something happen that I, the mighty Grim, don’t know about?"

You hesitated. "Nothing. Just tired."

Grim huffed. “Eh? You just got out of bed and left me! But ya smelled really good when you came back! Like you went to a fancy restaurant.”

Your breath hitched.

Fancy restaurant.

Sweat trickle down your nape. Could it be that Grim does know? Can you even tell him?

Memories slithered into your mind—fingers gripping silverware too tightly, Rook’s teeth tearing into something fibrous, Leona, Malleus, Lilia, and hell forbid even Idia drinking something goey red and metallic from their glass, the way Jade and Floyd had provoked you into taking a bite of what seems to be a carcass of some sort, the cloying scent of iron and roasted meat thick in the air. The meal. The feast.

What was it?

What had they been eating?

Your stomach twisted violently.

“You didn’t smell the food? I mean, you didn't smell it coming from the cafeteria?” you asked carefully, voice thinner than intended.

Grim’s ears twitched. “Huh? What food?”

You swallowed. “From last night. Did you smell anything… different?”

Grim chewed on a piece of meat before shaking his head. “Nah. If there was somethin’ good cookin’, I’d have woken up! You know me, I never miss a good meal.” He paused, then added, “You’re out for like, five minutes this mornin’ when I woke up lookin’ for ya, but you’re back real quick. So nothin’ exciting happened.”

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. It came out wrong—too frantic, too desperate. You were already standing before you realized you’d moved, your fingers tangled in Grim’s fur, gripping him too tightly. His ears folded back, startled.

Ace paused mid-chew. Deuce’s spoon hovered just above his bowl. Their expressions shifted into concern. They were watching you now.

"Is everything alright?" Deuce asked carefully.

"Did something happen?" Ace added, squinting.

But you couldn’t answer. You were spiraling. Because now the questions were forming too fast. There was no feast in the cafeteria. There was no scent. Grim didn’t wake up.

Grim always wakes up. Especially when there’s food involved.

Last night—what had woken you up? The smell of food. Delicious, roasted meat. Mouthwatering in its pursuit to awaken you.

Your breath caught. The blood in your veins felt like ice, and yet your skin burned.

Your knees nearly buckled. The walls of the cafeteria shifted—no, not physically, but perceptually. Like something behind your eyes had clicked out of place. The light above flickered once, and it made you flinch.

None of this is right.

"Are you sure Grim?" you snapped, louder than intended. Grim scrunched his eyebrows. You had never raised your voice at him like that before.

"I'm tellin' ya, there was nothin’!" Grim barked, voice tinged with rising fear. "I was asleep all night! You were beside me—I even snuck under the covers ‘cause you were shiverin’ like crazy! And you’re back so fast, nothin’ coulda happened!"

The breath left your lungs.

You were cold. You were shivering. You remember running, escaping into ramshackle where Crowley waits for you at your door—

Huh?

He's waiting. He knew. They knew you knew. Had they been watching you?

Then a hand clapped down onto your shoulder.

Your vision blurred, ears rang, your pulse exploded in your ears. Every muscle in your body seized. You were already turning—slowly, too slowly—before your mind could even form the thought.

You let out a shaky exhale. The familiar cut of blonde hair, and his hat obscuring your vision.

Rook Hunt, smiling that too-perfect smile. That predator’s glint. His hand on your shoulder was warm.

“Ah, trickster,” he greeted you, voice low and unhurried, “you seem troubled. Did something unnerve you?”

His grip was gentle, but it felt like a shackle.

He was standing too straight. His posture, like a marionette held upright by unseen strings. The skin on his cheeks was pale and tight, and in the flickering cafeteria light, it looked almost translucent.

You swore you saw something twitch beneath it.

A vein? A muscle? A worm?

“Your heart,” he said suddenly, tilting his head with the grace of a falcon mid-dive. “It beats quite loudly even now. How beautiful! How human, oui!”

Your breath caught in your lungs, your heart thrumming in your ears.

Grim looked up at you, confused and scared. “What’s goin’ on?” he whispered.

You looked down at him.

You should’ve seen reassurance in his eyes. Instead, you saw your own panic reflected back at you.

Your gaze darted around the bustling cafeteria, the once comforting sounds now grating on your frayed nerves. Ace and Deuce were still staring, their earlier concern morphing into something akin to alarm at your sudden outburst. You could feel their eyes on you, questioning, perhaps even wary.

Somewhere in the cafeteria, you saw Malleus Draconia, nodding at you, words coming off from his mouth and yet you ignored him in favor of the hunter, now intensely staring at you. Eyes boring holes in your skull.

Rook’s smile didn’t waver, but the light in his eyes seemed to sharpen, like a hawk focusing on its prey. His grip on your shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent warning. The air around him felt different, the cloying sweetness you’d noticed earlier intensified, overlaid with something else, something entirely unsettling.

You had to get away. You had to think. This place, filled with them, was suffocating you. Every smile felt like a mask, every casual touch a potential threat.

Without a word, you pulled away from Rook’s grasp. The movement was jerky, fueled by a sudden surge of adrenaline. You ignored his soft, questioning “Trickster?” and the bewildered looks of your friends.

Run, run. And you did run, not even bothering to apologize to a few students you bumped into on your way outside. Your legs felt heavy, but the primal urge to flee propelled you forward. Think? Where can you go? The library. It’s vast, quiet, a place of knowledge and, you hoped, relative safety. The towering shelves, filled with magic books, offered the illusion of anonymity, a place to disappear amongst the pages.

You pushed through the heavy oak doors, the scent of aged paper and dust filling your lungs, a welcome change from the cafeteria’s oppressive aroma. The silence within was a stark contrast to the clamor you’d just escaped, though it felt heavy.

Your breath hitched as you scanned the rows of shelves, the shadows between them seeming to writhe with unseen eyes. You told yourself it was just your paranoia, the lingering residue of the nightmarish feast. Slowly, you tried to inch yourself to a shelf that you could feel can hide your form.

The rhythmic thud of your own heart echoed in the stillness, each beat a frantic drum against your ribs. You risked a glance back towards the entrance, half-expecting to see Rook’s silhouette framed in the doorway, his unnerving smile cutting through the dim light.

But the entrance remained empty. A sigh of relief, left you. Perhaps you ought to thank the Sevens for not abandoning you.

Still, the feeling of being watched persisted, a prickling sensation on the back of your neck. You ducked behind a particularly tall shelf, the musty scent of decaying parchment filling your nostrils. You pressed your back against the cool wood, trying to regulate your ragged breathing.

Think. What did you see? What did Grim say? The feast. The lack of smell. Grim’s insistence that you were shivering in bed after being gone for quick. Crowley waiting at your door. The blood money.

It didn't make sense. It was all disjointed, terrifying fragments that refused to coalesce into a coherent whole.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the images that flashed behind your eyelids: the glistening meat, the too-red drinks, the unsettling smiles.

A soft footstep echoed from the next aisle over.

Your eyes snapped open.

You held your breath, straining to hear over the frantic pounding of your own heart.

Another step.

Closer.

You pressed yourself further against the shelf, your fingers digging into the worn leather of a nearby book. Was it one of them? Had he followed you?

The footsteps stopped just around the corner of the shelf. You could almost feel their presence, an unseen weight in the silent air.

A low, melodic hum drifted from the other side of the shelf. It was a familiar tune, one you’d often heard in Pomefiore.

Rook.

Your blood ran cold. He had followed you. Of course, he did. The hunter always tracks his prey.

You remained frozen, every muscle tense, waiting for him to round the corner, for that unnerving smile to fill your vision once more. The humming continued, closer now, laced with a disconcerting cheerfulness.

Fuck, should punch him? Can you even punch a seasoned hunter like himself? Perhaps you ought to go for his eyes and gouge it as means of protecting yourself because—

You had nowhere left to run.

The shadows in the library seemed to deepen, to coalesce into indistinct shapes. The scent of old paper no longer felt comforting, but suffocating, like the air in your dorm room that morning.

The humming stopped.

Silence descended once more, heavy and expectant.

Then, a soft voice, just inches away, whispered your name.

“Trickster where have you gone?”

Your breath hitched. You remained frozen behind the towering shelf, the scent of aged paper doing little to mask the rising tide of panic. You knew that smile, that voice. Rook’s pursuit was relentless, his fascination bordering on obsession. Escape felt impossible, the library suddenly less a sanctuary and more a gilded cage.

But even as fear constricted your chest, a flicker of something else ignited – a desperate need to understand. What was happening? What did they see you as?

Before Rook could round the corner, a sudden, heavy presence filled the aisle, cutting off the soft sound of his humming. You couldn't see what was happening, but the air thickened.

 You slowed your breathing, it sounds like Leona. The usual cloying sweetness of Rook's presence was abruptly overshadowed by Leona's musky, feral scent. There was a low, almost imperceptible growl, a sound that vibrated through the bookshelves.

Then, the humming stopped altogether. After a moment of strained silence, you heard Rook’s voice, tight and uncharacteristically subdued. "Ah, Roi des Lions. Fancy meeting you here."

Leona's reply was a low, dismissive grunt, a sound that conveyed both disinterest and a clear warning. You could hear them talking, yet you can’t understand a word they’re saying. There was a brief pause, and then the distinct sound of retreating footsteps. Rook was gone.

You remained frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Leona, he had intercepted Rook. But why? A shiver, not entirely from fear, ran down your spine.

Then, a shadow fell over your hiding place. The familiar, oppressive scent of Leona intensified. He was there.

A large hand reached around the edge of the bookshelf, the fingers long and calloused against his glove. Your breath caught in your throat. It hovered for a moment, as if considering, before gently but firmly closing around your arm.

A low rumble vibrated from his chest, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within you. "There you are, little herbivore." His voice was a low purr, possessive and undeniably dangerous.

He pulled you from behind the shelf. His amber eyes, narrowed and intense, locked onto yours. Raw hunger in their depths.

He reached out with his other hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You flinched. Fuck, first it’s Rook now its Leona. His touch sent a strange mix of fear and a bewildering sense of nervousness through you.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. His breath was warm against your skin. "Calm down herbivore, anyone can smell how scared you are." 

Before you could speak or even fully process his nearness, a voice, smooth and deceptively calm, echoed from the library entrance.

"Leona-senpai," Jade began, his voice carrying clearly through the silent space, "how refreshing to see you out of your den. Have you finally decided to grace us with your presence?"

Leona’s grip on your arm tightened almost imperceptibly. His gaze flickered towards the entrance, his expression shifting from possessive intensity to a simmering territorial snarl. He didn't release you, but his attention was momentarily divided.

Floyd’s more chaotic presence followed Jade’s voice. "Yeah, sea lion-senpai! What'cha doin'? Did you find some tasty shrimp?"

Leona’s eyes flicked back to you, coldness in his stare before he turned slightly to address the approaching twins, still keeping you close.

"Spare me your insincere pleasantries, Leech," Leona growled, his voice low and dangerous, addressing both with their surname. "I'm here on more pressing matters." His amber eyes flicked back to you, a clear claim in their depths.

"Pressing matters?" Jade's smile widened, revealing the unsettling rows of teeth within. Eyebrows scrunched in amusement, "Or perhaps you're simply ensuring our little Prefect doesn't get lost in the stacks? How considerate."

Floyd chuckled, a low, gurgling sound that made your skin crawl. "Lost Shrimpy? Maybe they were lookin' for a snack!"

Leona’s grip on your arm tightened further. "Watch your tongue, Leech. Or you'll find it missing." His hold was a tangible thing, a protective barrier he was erecting around you.

Jade’s smile didn’t waver. "Such territorial behavior, Leona-senpai. Almost endearing. For a land-dweller, I suppose. But the Prefect is quite capable, I'm sure. Not easily swayed by the dry heat of the savanna." His gaze flicked to you, lingering for a moment too long, a silent challenge in his eyes.

"Capable of getting into trouble," Leona retorted, his voice calm and oddly deep, his grip tightening around your waist. "Unlike slippery eels who can't keep their fins to themselves in open air."

Floyd took a step closer, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with an unsettling curiosity. "Shrimpy looks scared, sea lion-senpai. Is all that dry fur makin' 'em nervous? They probably prefer the nice, cool deep."

Leona smirked as he pulled you closer, only did you notice that Floyd looks… irritated. The beastman clearly enjoys taunting the merman. "Back off, Leech."

"Not your food?" Floyd tilted his head, his voice deceptively innocent. His mismatched eyes, gleaming, one gold the other teal, "Thought land-beasts only liked dusty bones."

"Perhaps, unlike the soggy fishes you call food," Leona retorted, the composure in his voice leaving no room for argument. He tightened his hold on you, his gaze daring the Leech twins to challenge him. The air crackled with unspoken threats, a silent battle for possession being waged right over your head.

Your breath caught when Leona suddenly leaned in—his nose brushed the nape of your neck.

You froze.

Is he—What the fuck—is he sniffing you??

His gaze not leaving the twins, especially Floyd, whose jaw is clenched. Wait, is that a vein popping in his neck?

"This is getting us nowhere," Jade said, his voice smooth but firm, though a hint of irritation flickered in his mismatched eyes. "We are both distracting the Prefect. Unlike certain sun-baked simpletons, we understand the value of time."

"Simpleton?" Leona's smirk deepened. "Heh, coming from a glorified barnacle scraper. At least I don't smell like low tide and dead fish."

Floyd’s eyes narrowed. His grin twitched wider, too wide. “Hehehehe…” Then his voice dropped, low and sharp. “Bet your blood tastes all gritty.”

His fist clenched. Shoulders rolled. Jaw slacked and ready to bite. He was about to move—fast.

Before Floyd could do, Jade’s hand shot out, his grip surprisingly strong as he clamped down on Floyd’s arm. "Floyd. Control yourself." His smile remained, but there was a steel in his voice that even Floyd seemed to heed, though his mismatched eyes still burned with animosity towards Leona.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, You’re going to die as a casualty between the land and sea montsters. Sevens damned it.

"We wouldn't want to keep you, Prefect," Jade continued, his unsettling smile now directed solely at you. "We know you have important things to do. Unlike some beasts who just like to mark their territory." His gaze flicked pointedly at Leona’s arm around your waist.

His words were a dismissal, but the intensity of the possessive energy radiating from both Leona and the twins left you with a chilling certainty, as if you were caught in the middle of something far more dangerous than a simple rivalry, a primal clash between land and sea, and you were the contested prize.

"Get off me!"

You try to push Leona off of you, knees weak from the lack of sleep and… what was that tension? It was so thick you could slice it cleanly with a knife. 

Besides, Why are they so territorial with you?

The hallway, once a place of peace, now felt like a cage, the air thick with simmering threats. You needed to escape, to find somewhere, anywhere, that felt safe.

The image of Ramshackle, however dilapidated, flickered in your mind. At least there, the dangers were somewhat predictable. Here, surrounded by these powerful, unnerving figures, you felt like a fragile insect pinned beneath their gazes.

With a subtle shift, you tried to disengage from Leona’s hold, a small, almost imperceptible movement. His grip tightened fractionally in response, a silent reminder of his claim. The casual dominance sent a fresh wave of panic through you. You had to get away.

As if sensing your distress, a familiar, lilting voice echoed down the hallway, cutting through the tense atmosphere. "Ah, there you are, my little nightingale! And what a lively gathering we have here!"

Lilia Vanrouge approached, his movements as graceful as a bat. His red eyes, however, held a curious, almost knowing glint as he took in the tableau: Leona’s possessive grip, the Leech twins’ simmering animosity, and your own palpable discomfort.

"My, my," Lilia continued, his gaze now settling on you with a gentle concern that somehow felt just as unnerving as the others. "You seem a tad flustered, Prefect. Is everything alright?"

Before you could stammer out a reply, Lilia’s gaze flickered past you, a hint of a sigh escaping his lips. "Oh dear. It seems our young master is in a bit of a mood."

His words were casual, but you could sense a shift in the air, a subtle drop in temperature, a prickling sensation on your skin. It was as if an unseen weight had settled upon the hallway.

"Malleus-senpai," Jade’s usual smooth tone held a hint of apprehension. Even Leona seemed to stiffen slightly, his grip on you remaining firm but his attention clearly diverted.

Following Lilia’s gaze, you saw him. Malleus Draconia stood at the end of the hallway, a figure of imposing grace and barely contained displeasure. His serpentine green eyes, usually alight with a quiet curiosity, were now narrowed, a storm gathering within their depths.

He wasn’t yelling, wasn’t making a scene. In fact, he was perfectly still. But the silence emanating from him was more deafening than any shout. You could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and accusatory, and it was directed squarely at you.

You remembered your hurried departure that morning, the gnawing anxiety that had prevented you from seeking him out. You had been so consumed by the lingering horrors that you had inadvertently slighted him.

And now, witnessing the scene before him – you in Leona’s possessive grip, conversing with the Leech twins – his silent fury was palpable. It was the fury of a powerful being who felt overlooked, perhaps even betrayed.

A low, almost mournful sigh escaped Malleus’ lips, a sound that somehow amplified the oppressive silence. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but the sheer intensity of his displeasure was enough to make your blood run cold.

Lilia chuckled nervously. "Now, now, Malleus, my dear boy. There's no need for such theatrics. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this little gathering."

But Malleus’ gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering and accusatory. It felt like an invisible weight pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. The possessiveness of Leona and the unsettling interest of the twins suddenly seemed almost manageable compared to the silent, wounded power radiating from Malleus.

Your instincts screamed at you.

You need to get away.

This hallway, this school, was a pressure cooker of unspoken desires and grudges, and you were trapped dead center. The urge to flee, which had momentarily subsided in the library, surged back like a tidal wave. You needed to disappear—to find a place where you weren’t the object of such intense attention.

Before anyone could react, you moved. With a surge of adrenaline, you twisted out of Leona’s grasp. The unexpectedness of it caught him off guard for a second. You didn’t look back at his surprised snarl, or the Leech twins’ curious gazes, or even at Lilia’s astonished expression.

You fled, the echoes of your frantic footsteps chasing you down the long, silent hallway. Each turn led you further into the labyrinthine depths of Night Raven College, away from the immediate tension, but not, you suspected, from the underlying danger. The oppressive atmosphere of the school clung to you like a shadow, a constant reminder of the powerful forces at play.

Finally, you reached a quieter section of the corridor, the ornate portraits on the walls your only silent observers. You leaned against the cool stone, catching your breath, your mind racing.

Truthfully, you were on the edge of a breakdown.

A subtle hum vibrated through the stone beneath your hand, the same low thrum you sometimes felt near Idia's tablet. The temperature in the hallway dropped, sending shivers down you. A heavy silence fell, broken only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. You straightened, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. The air crackled with unseen energy.

Suddenly, there ia a ringing in your ears and a flash of green light.

Malleus appeared at the end of the hallway, his figure imposing even in his stillness. His jade eyes glowed with an intensity that bordered on otherworldly, and the very air around him seemed to vibrate with restrained power. He began to walk towards you, his movements deliberate and inexorable, like a force of nature that could not be stopped.

You backed away, your heart pounding against your ribs. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you thought. There was nowhere to go. To your left and right, the walls were solid stone. Behind you, the way you had come was now blocked by Malleus, his presence filling the corridor, cutting off any hope of escape.

He didn't speak, didn't utter a single word, but his intent was clear. He was cornering you, herding you, like a predator closing in on its prey. The wounded pride, had coalesced into a raw display of power, a silent demand for your undivided attention.

You stumbled backward, your hand reaching out to find purchase on the cold stone wall. Oh my god, I'm gonna die, you thought, the panic rising in your throat. Malleus continued his advance, his gaze never leaving yours. You could feel the ancient magic radiating from him, a force that seemed to warp the very fabric of the hallway.

You flinched. Damn it. You’re not going to be breakfast for lions and leeches; perhaps a fae will eat you out.

Just as you felt the cold stone press against your back, and Malleus loomed before you, his shadow engulfing you entirely, a wave of blue energy washed over the hallway.

The ornate portraits flickered, their painted eyes widening as spectral code flickered across their surfaces. The temperature plummeted further. A low, distorted hum filled the air, the sound of arcane technology pushed to its limits.

You gasped, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Idia? Why are you here?"

Idia Shroud materialized beside you, his form shimmering and glitching, his blue flames casting an eerie glow. His expression, usually hidden behind a veil of detachment, was tight with a strange intensity. He positioned himself between you and Malleus, his spectral body crackling with dark energy.

"Malleus Draconia," Idia's voice, usually a soft murmur, echoed with an unnatural resonance, distorted and amplified by his magic. “I... uh... strongly advise you to cease your... pursuit,” he said, the words coming in a rush, almost as if he regretted saying them. “The Prefect is clearly distressed. I've, uh, been monitoring the... situation... and your current course of action is... suboptimal. It's, like, totally uncool, fr,” he finished, his tone shifting back to his more familiar, awkward cadence.

Malleus halted, his eyes narrowing as he took in Idia's defensive stance. The raw power emanating from him clashed against Idia's technomancy, creating a visible distortion in the air, a shimmering wave of conflicting energies.

"Shroud," Malleus said, his voice a low growl, the ancient power in his tone barely contained, yet laced with the regal displeasure he usually reserved for those who dared to question him.

"This is between me and the Prefect. Your interference is unwarranted." A flicker of genuine, dragon-like irritation crossed his face. "You were monitoring?" He paused, the word heavy with implication. "Were you observing my every move, Shroud? That is hardly behavior befitting a fellow student." His tone remained calm and measured, but there was an underlying edge that promised retribution.

Idia's shoulders tensed, his blue flames flaring slightly. "I am merely ensuring the safety of the Prefect," he retorted, his voice gaining an uncharacteristic edge, though still laced with his inherent awkwardness. "Unlike some, I do not express my affections through, uh intimidation and coercion. My methods are more efficient, and less barbaric." He subtly adjusted his position, his spectral form solidifying, becoming more present, more real, but his gaze darted between Malleus and you.

"Barbaric?" Malleus's lips curled into a mocking smirk, a hint of ancient amusement in his eyes. "You, who hide behind screens and manipulate the world through cold calculations? You dare to speak of barbarism, Shroud? You wouldn't recognize passion if it burned down your precious server room." His voice was still smooth, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

"Passion is a destructive force," Idia countered, his voice a low hiss, you blinked. Perhaps you're only releasing this now but Idia is almost as tall as Malleus. 

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, it clouds judgment, leads to  rash actions. I prefer... logic. The Prefect requires a more stable influence, not the volatile whims of a dragon." His gaze flicked to you, a flicker of something that might have been concern in his usually distant eyes, before quickly averting back to Malleus.

The air crackled violently as Malleus took a step forward. The force of his magic sent a shockwave through the hallway, and the ancient portraits rattled on the walls. "You dare insult my heritage, Shroud? You, who are tethered to machines, a prisoner of your own making? You cling to your technology like a child to a security blanket." His voice was rising, the carefully maintained composure beginning to fray.

"My technology is an extension of my will," Idia hissed, blue flames dancing wildly around him. "It allows me to interact with the world in ways you cannot comprehend. I am not limited by flesh and bone, by primitive instincts. I am connected, networked, transcendent." He seemed to be arguing as much with himself as with Malleus, his usual mumbling gaining a feverish, defensive quality.

"This is hardly your concern," Malleus repeated, his voice dangerously soft, the ancient power thrumming beneath the surface. He took another step, and the clashing energies in the hallway intensified, the air growing thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe. It was a silent battle of wills, a confrontation between ancient magic and cutting-edge technomancy, with you caught in the crossfire.

As the two powerhouses clashed, their words laced with barely restrained animosity, you saw your chance. The hallway is awash in a storm of conflicting energies, their attention completely focused on each other. 

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta GO, you thought, seizing the opportunity, turning and sprinting in the opposite direction, putting as much distance as possible between yourself and the escalating confrontation.

You heard both of them calling your name, yet you didn't turn back.

Fucking hell, you can never get a break.

You didn't stop running until you were far from the sound of their voices, the echoes of their magical clash fading behind you. 

You sniffed, gosh what did you do to deserve this? There’s a mix of emotions within you. You bite your lip as you try to control your emotions.

And then a gasp left you.

Rook Hunt stood in the shadows, his smile impossibly wide, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. He seemed to be waiting for you, his presence radiating a hunter's focused anticipation. The relief of escaping Malleus and Idia was immediately replaced by a fresh wave of unease. 

You are trapped again.

He stepped forward, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. But unlike Leona's raw possessiveness or Malleus's overwhelming power, Rook's felt different.

It is more... intimate, more focused, a burning obsession directed solely at you, masked by his theatrical charm. 

A human's obsession. 

"Ah, mon petit trickster," he purred, his voice a melodious caress that sent shivers down your spine, but now those shivers were icy, laced with dread. "Have you finally tired of our little chasse? Such a delightful game of cat and mouse, but the hunt is nearing its exquisite consummation. The rarest of ingredients is finally within reach."

You backed away, your hand instinctively reaching behind you for the cold stone wall. 

Sevens damned it.

The coldness seeped into your skin, mirroring the chill that had settled in your bones. "Rook, what do you want?" you croaked, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a sound that was both charming and deeply unsettling, like a perfectly tuned instrument playing a dissonant chord. It scraped against your sanity. 

His gaze intensified, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, your neck, your form, as if committing every detail to memory, preparing for a feast he alone was invited to. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he remembered the others. The beastly hunger of them, Rook frowns.

They had no right. 

He is the hunter here. He found you first. You were his prey. And the thought of being prey, of being his, sent a fresh wave of nausea through you.

"Your essence," he whispered, his voice thick with a strange longing, "it is an intoxicating bouquet, a symphony of flavors. A tantalizing gout that promises a taste unlike any other. A truly magnifique composition, a culinary masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves."

You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. His words, his gaze suffocating. The world seemed to tilt, the edges of your vision blurring. You were no longer in a school hallway; you were in the crosshairs of a predator who saw you not as a person, but as something to be consumed. 

The ultimate delicacy, and he was the only one worthy of the meal. The implications of his words, the hunger in his eyes... It is too much. Your mind struggled to process the sheer wrongness of it all.

"You speak of me like...like food," you managed to stammer, your voice trembling, barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

Rook's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a feverish intensity. A possessive fire burned within them. "Food? Oui, in a manner of speaking. But not crude sustenance to sate a common hunger. You are the rarest of delicacies, And you, my darling, are a dish worthy of gods. The plat de résistance.”

He took another step closer. Shit. Your heart is beating wildly, perhaps this is what animals being hunted felt. 

Immeasurable dread.

Rook chuckled as he reached out, gloves finger tracing the contours of your face, cupping your cheeks and caressing your lips as you gasp. “A complex creation, a multi-layered experience to be savored, to be experienced in totality. Every nuance, every subtle note, every hidden spice... before the final, exquisite taste. The culmination of the hunt." He was close now. Too close. His presence filled your senses, crowding out everything else.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, a deceptive caress that sent a jolt of pure terror through you. It is a violation, an intimacy you hadn't offered and couldn't comprehend. You flinched, trying to pull away, but he held you captive with his intense gaze, his other hand moving to your waist, preventing any escape. His jealousy was a tangible thing, a suffocating pressure in the air between you, thick with unspoken desire and a desperate need to possess.

"I have been watching you, Trickster," he murmured, his voice a hypnotic drone, laced with an unsettling undercurrent of possession.

 "Observed your every move, every reaction. I know the precise shade your cheeks become when you are flustered, the delicate tremor in your hands when you are afraid. I have cataloged the subtle notes of your being. And I find myself...utterly consumed by this grand performance, this exquisite hunt, this... irresistible dish. Mine." The last word was a low, possessive growl, a promise and a threat all in one. It resonated deep within you, a primal fear you'd never known existed.

And then, before you could process his words, before you could react, he moved with lightning speed. His hand, which had been caressing your cheek, moved to your neck—gripping it. You cry a choke out.

His other hand tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, eliminating any distance. A desperate, needy, human need, a craving that transcended simple attraction and delved into something darker, more primal. You were trapped, a cornered animal, and the hunter was closing in for the kill.

His lips, soft yet demanding, descended upon yours. It wasn't a tentative exploration, but a claiming. A taking. The first touch was gentle, a mere brush, a prelude. Then, the pressure intensified, his mouth molding against yours, demanding a response you were too stunned to give. 

His lips parted slightly, inviting you in, but also trapping you, making escape impossible. You were drowning in him, in the scent of old spices and something else, something wild and untamed.

The kiss was not gentle, not tender. It was a claiming, a devouring, a desperate expression of possession that left you breathless and utterly bewildered. It is a violation of everything you thought you understood about this strange, twisted world.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think. You could only feel the terrifying intimacy of his desires.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, then slipped inside, exploring your mouth with a thoroughness that sent shivers down your spine. He savored you, as if committing your very essence to memory. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding, stealing your breath and leaving you disoriented and trembling, your senses reeling. Tongue caressing yours and even the sides of your mouth. You cried out when he bit your lower lip as you tasted iron.

Rook is eating your face.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes glittered with a triumphant gleam, a predator sated, for now, yet already anticipating the next hunt. He brushed his lips against your ear, his voice a low whisper. "Your saveur is even more intoxicating than I imagined, mon magnifique trickster. A taste I shall never forget and one I intend to repeat. Soon. Only I..."

You stood there, frozen, your mind reeling, utterly disoriented. What... just happened? The hallway seemed to spin, the ornate portraits on the walls mocking your helplessness. You had escaped Leona, the twins Jade and Floyd, and even Malleus and Idia, only to fall into the trap of someone even more... unfathomable. 

Your legs trembled, threatening to give way beneath you. You were alone, utterly alone, in this nightmare.

Rook’s obsession was human, uncomfortably so. Intimate. Focused. Dangerous.

When he pulled away, his breath trembled against your skin. “Delicious,” he whispered. “More.”

You couldn’t breathe.

And somewhere in the echo of your mind, you finally understood. Rook hadn’t just been watching you from the shadows.

He’d been here all along.

Waiting.

A terrified scream bubbles in your throat. 

Only then with the proximity did you notice that Rook's smile stretches too wide, like skin pulled over something that doesn’t know how to be human. 

You barely get a breath in before something flashes—a pressure, sudden and blunt. You can’t even process where it hit. Head? Ribs? Shoulder? You don’t know. You just know it hurts.

Fuck, fuck, it hurts so much.

A cold ache spreads through you, and you stagger, knees buckling. The world spins sideways.

Colors bloom behind your eyes, nausea coiling in your gut. And then—

deuce spade

Believes you two are adorable together! You two puppies can bounce off and learn from each other. He’ll push Deuce to follow your example, especially if your grades are better than his. He is an educator above all else and takes his position very seriously. Though, as your self-proclaimed father figure, he will be watching Deuce closely. Yes, the pup is good intentioned. But he also has a tendency to get in trouble and still has a long road ahead of him. Crewel will be getting more strict with Deuce, but it isn't as strict as he is with Ace. He's more willing to let some of Deuce's mistakes slide because he sees that he genuinely wants to be better. But those mistakes are in terms of academics. If he makes mistakes in your relationship? Oh that pup is getting whooped. No questions asked. Crewel will not tolerate him hurting you and he has made that very, very clear to Deuce who accidentally got a closer look at the professor's whip. It's not that he thinks that Deuce will hurt you. He's just making sure. He sees it akin to putting a leash on a puppy as they play to make sure they don't get rowdy with the other dogs. Deuce is simply being kept in check by him. Perhaps under Crewel's watchful eye, he will shape up to be the perfect pup for you! He believes Deuce has the potential. It's just a matter of unlocking it.

cater diamond

He's fond of the boy. Makes sure Cater doesn't get away with using his phone in class. He'd hate for any bad influences to start coming your way, so he'll ensure that Cater is following the rules to the tee. He isn't afraid to take away or even break Cater's phone if the time calls for it. Crewel's actually been wanting to get to know Cater more since he's heard about his Magicam. The professor is acutely aware of the latest trends and what not but firmly believes that vintage looks just hit different. So, with Cater now being your boyfriend, he'll be more likely to come up to Cater and recommend him fashion brands that most young people probably wouldn't know about. He's going to start buying you two matching couple outfits, enjoying seeing both of you represent older luxury brands. In exchange, Cater will usually talk to Crewel about celebrity gossip or whatever's trending. This will all be heavily scrutinized by Crewel, but the professor just can't stop listening to what new gossip Cater has. He's open to hearing about student gossip too. Crewel is always open to learning more about his adorable pups and makes sure they aren't misbehaving. Cater becomes his news outlet of sorts. Honestly, Crewel is probably talking to your boyfriend more than you. You're still his favorite of course, he's as loyal as a German Shepherd. Cater is his just new gossip buddy.

trey clover

A fine choice, albeit boring in his opinion. Crewel enjoys a little flare, obviously. His curiosity will grow as to how your relationship happened and why you'd want to be with Trey. His attention will be on Trey more often. And being the astute teacher he is, he'll start to notice more and more... interesting comments that Trey lets slip. Crewel will definitely find out about that side of Trey which... he doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand; flare! Yay! Now he understands his favorite little pup's relationship better. On the other... Trey is a rather bizarre man is he not? He thinks to himself; how did he ever think that Trey was a normal student? NRC has none of those, much to the teacher's dismay. He appreciates Trey's efforts to win him over though; leaving him little treats. It's like watching a dog bring back a bone, waiting for validation. He'll give it to the boy with due time. Though, Crewel would rather see him treat you nicely as opposed to Trey giving him gifts. He's obviously a well-trained pup, especially given his position as the vice-housewarden of Heartsbyul. Though, Crewel is hesitant to say any boy is worth your attention, he doesn't mind Trey and his tendency of spoiling you. It's what you deserve. Crewel really doesn't have any reservations about your relationship. He just has his suspicions on Trey as a person. Especially if you tell him about the teeth thing. Please don't tell him about the teeth thing.

riddle rosehearts

He appreciates you going for an obedient pup. Crewel hopes Riddle will push you to be more responsible, officially assigning him as your partner in all the classes you have together. The professor also asks him to be your tutor after seeing how well you work together. Academically speaking, Crewel believes Riddle is a good pup. However, he wants to make sure you're being treated like royalty in your relationship and isn't afraid to make vague threats to scare the boy a little. He'll say things around Riddle like, "Hm. It's been quite a while since you and the Prefect have gone on a date, hasn't it?" While not so subtly cracking his whip. Fear is one of the best motivators and best believe Riddle instantly took you on a date after that incident. They have mutual respect for one another as they're both sticklers for the rules. Riddle is just a bit... intimidated at times by his professor. But it's all smooth sailing. Crewel just reminds Riddle of the consequences of treating you poorly. A lot. The housewarden is unnerved but uses it as an opportunity to better himself, earning some brownie points in Crewels book. He's always had a soft spot for obedient puppies.

jack howl

Crewel's intensity really gets to him sometimes. He knows it's bad but whenever Crewel's around Jack starts to overthink. "Why is he looking at me like that... What if I did something wrong? What punishment will I have to face?" In reality, Crewel likes Jack. He thinks you picked the cutest little pup ever. Partly because Jack is a wolf beastman with dog-like features. But Crewel also recognizes Jack's grit. He's actually quite charitable when it comes to complimenting him. During class, Crewel will correct and check up on Jack quite a lot. The beastman takes this as his Crewel not thinking he's good enough for you. But in reality it's quite the opposite. Crewel just genuinely enjoys teaching things to Jack. He approves of the relationship, believing you've chosen a well-rounded dog. Strong, reliable, a rule-follower— it appears you've finally gained a good companion. However, as time goes by, Jack can't stand the thought of Crewel not thinking he's well suited for you. Soon enough, he goes to the teacher and spills his guts, saying that he knows he's not perfect but he's trying really hard to be the man you need. Crewel laughs, patting him on the head. "Oh, you silly little pup. You already have my approval." Jack is shocked to hear this, but it does make him happy to hear. All the more reason to be devoted to you in Jack's mind.

ruggie bucchi

He's not fond of troublemakers— a well known fact. So, Ruggie tries to be more subtle with his mischief once he finds out that Crewel's protective over you. As much as he'd like to stick it to the man, Ruggie quite enjoys his life and would rather not play with fire. But Crewel catches on. He always does. And oh boy, he finds Ruggie's under the table misbehavior to be anything but tasteful. His whip is going to be put to good use. Ruggie gets mortified and starts skipping class, making the whole situation worse. You're probably going to have to be the middleman for these two and make sure nothing goes overboard. Needless to say, Crewel is not fond of Ruggie. However, the teacher respects his work ethic. That boy is always on the job, looking to get extra cash. There's potential in Ruggie and Crewel is going to find it. Meaning that he's going to bug you for more information about your boyfriend before pulling him aside and having a genuine talk with the pup. After the talk, they seem on good terms, with Crewel even complimenting Ruggie from time to time! Yay! Little do you know that he's constantly threatening your boyfriend with the whip.

leona kingscholar

He hardly sees the appeal of a lazy cat who sleeps his days away. Leona is hardly in class so Crewel can't even punish him. He'll have a stern talking with you, telling you not to settle for anything you don't deserve. Once you explain that, "Oh no, Leona treats me very well." and maybe throwing in a, "He lets me use his credit card." for good measure, Crewel will be more open to the idea of you two dating. He could always sense that Leona had that side to him, but he absolutely despises his laziness. He'll try to get you to convince the beastman to come to class more often. Crewel starts threatening to punish you if your boyfriend continues to skip. After all, your boyfriend is an extension of you. And if you're boyfriends being a bad pup, then you are too. So basically you're begging Leona to start to come to class again because Crewel does not play when it comes to punishments. Crewel is not holding back any punishments once Leona starts attending classes more. It's extremely frustrating for Crewel— seeing untapped potential in Leona. He doesn't tolerate this pups behavior, but he genuinely wants to see him be better and decides to talk to him after class. Leona is surprised when Crewel isn't being too preachy and instead talks about how he wants to make sure you're being treated right. It kinda pisses the beastman off that his professor thinks he'd ever treat you wrong in the first place, but it does give him some newfound motivation. The two eventually grow to have a mutual respect relationship on the basis that they both want you to be happy. Though, Crewel still thinks dogs are better than cats. And frankly, this extends to your boyfriend. Sorry not sorry.

floyd leech

What spell does this leech have you under!? In what world would he EVER let you date this monster of a man!? This love is forbidden! Crewel will go full Romeo and Juliet style when restricting you two because he is NOT letting you date Floyd! Nope! Not if he has a say in it! Going on a date tonight? Too bad, he's assigning both of you extra homework that must be completed ON YOUR OWN. Floyd dislikes him right back, always complaining to you how Crewel's no fun. Floyd is one of the biggest troublemakers on campus, right next to Grim. Arguably worst. Floyd is going to get really upset about Crewel's attitude about it and, to your horror, he confronts the professor about it shamelessly. RIP your boyfriend. That poor guy is NOT making it out alive. If you make the mistake of asking Crewel why he doesn't like Floyd, oh that man will go on a tangent. He will be talking for HOURS. I don't see this relationship improving either. Floyd has no intention of changing ever; very content with how he is. If anything, he's making it worse by talking back and throwing tantrums. And it's probably going to be your job to calm him down because Azul and Jade do not wanna deal with allat. Have fun!

jade leech

Unsettled to say the least. He swears up and down that the pup is plotting something. Unfortunately Sam tells him he's overthinking it. He will be sitting you two away from each other... A part of Crewel genuinely wants to get to know him and how this relationship flourished. A louder part of Crewel wants to get you the hell away from this pup because he's scheming SOMETHING he can sense it. All their interactions are going to be the most tense thing ever. Like, both of them are going to be staring at one another with the most strained smiles in the universe. As Jade passes by Crewel's desk with his up-to-no-good smile, I can picture him saying, "Is something the matter, professor?" And then Crewel hitting him back with an equally as devious grin. "Nothing that concerns you, my pup." And then they'll proceed to have a staring contest until you inevitably drag your boyfriend away. Hey, at least Crewel is outright disapproving or hostile to your boyfriend? But he does give you several warnings to watch Jade closely. Because no one should like mushrooms that much. It's suspicious. Crewel is definitely paranoid and probably has a bunch of conspiracy theories on Jade but he never really disapproves of the relationship. A win is a win?

azul ashengrotto

As mean as this sounds, Crewel can sense his insecurity. He's just learned how to pick up on those kind of things after being a teacher. And Azul reeks of hidden insecurity to the professor. He doesn't go any easier on him— he'd be damned if he let any of his puppies step out of line. But he's much more open to be complimentary, especially since you're dating Azul. He'll encourage Azul to spend more time with him after class for studies in order to give him pep talks. If Azul was good enough to catch your eye, then Crewel assures him that he doesn't need to put on this whole 'business' facade to win anyones favor. Azul is definitely stunned to receive this kind of talk from his teacher, but decides to take his advice to heart because he really does love you. Crewel doesn't tell you any of this. Whenever you talk about your boyfriend he kinda just nods along and goes, "That's nice, honey." But in actuality, he smiles to himself after hearing that Azul's been coming out of his shell more. Or— in his case pot. He's no love expert, but he goes soft when he hears that his students are genuinely improving.

kalim al asim

Okay. Get that money. Crewel respects the grind; going for the richest kid on campus. But he isn't a fan of how reliant Kalim is on Jamil in terms of academics. And now that he knows that Kalim is your partner, he'll be harsher on the boy. Crewel doesn't want you hanging out with non-scholars! You deserve a very intelligent boyfriend who can at least get a B average. So he pushes to see Kalim more after class without his attendant, claiming that he needs to learn how to be independent. Kalim obviously struggles with this a bit due to his upbringing, but is willing to take the challenge! Especially if it's to win the respect of your father-like figure! He's really sweet and does try hard... but it doesn't garner much results much to Crewel's dismay. Nonetheless, Kalim does in fact show the grit that was needed in order for Crewel to approve of your relationship. Though, he does insists that Kalim continues to come after class on his own. Maybe you could tag along and help him. Because somethings that boy just doesn't get, no matter how hard Crewel tries. The professor can't help but smile when he sees how lovesick Kalim is over you. He'll watch from afar as you two puppies hug each other in the halls. If you accidentally make eye contact with him, Crewel will give you a small, approving nod.

jamil viper

Crewel has had his eye on Jamil before the two of you started dating. He could tell that the pup held himself back. For what reason, Crewel couldn't say but once he heard the news about you two, he definitely used it as an excuse to get to know Jamil more. He'll watch how Jamil acts around you, the way he relaxes and becomes more snarky. Crewel finds himself liking this version of Jamil more than the quiet, blend in the crowd guy that he presents himself as to the professor. So, Crewel decides to force him out of it. He'll push him, purposely grading his papers harder so that he'll have to put in more effort. Crewel knows that Jamil is capable of 'A' papers despite only turning in 'C' level work. His solution? He makes it so that, in order to get a 'C', Jamil has to turn in 'A' level work. Call it unfair, but it works. Jamil does get frustrated and rants about it to you. As hard as he tries to bite his tongue, he'll eventually let something slip on accident to Crewel. Now, Crewel hates disrespect. But he knows he purposely pushed the pup to see this side— the true side. He'll tell Jamil that being fake doesn't suit him. So, Jamil drops the act. He isn't stupid, Crewel is basically your father and he isn't trying to get on any of your family's (blood related or not) bad side. And it turns out to be for the better as they actually develop a nice bond with Jamil being more himself. Some puppies just need to be pushed out of their crate.

epel felmier

Crewel is happy to hear you're dating a Pomfiore student! He'd like his son-in-law to be fashionable. Then he hears that it's Epel and he's mildly disappointed. Listen, he genuinely cares for his students so he pays attention. And he's heard Epel slip out his native tongue underneath his breath. He's seen the boy rough play with Ace and Deuce. He knows that this pup is different from the other Pomfiore students. That's why he also gets frustrated when Epel tries to maintain this fake act with Crewel. "Good pups don't play pretend when it isn't asked of them. Drop this act. That's an order." This, naturally, freaks Epel out a bit. The country boy is a bit ashamed to be himself around Crewel since he really wanted to appease him due to your father-like bond with him. But he isn't going to disobey— Epel has seen Crewel's punishments, he's not taking his chances. Although Crewel isn't the biggest fan of Epel's southern charm, he appreciates the pup being his real self around him. Is he good enough to date you? Not in Crewel's book, no. But he'll allow it. Epel knows what the punishments are if he breaks your heart anyways.

rook hunt

What compelled you to want to date this man? Crewel doesn't understand your taste. Rook starts leaving clothing and jewelry from luxury brands that Crewel loves on his desk. The professor has very mixed feelings about this. 1. How did Rook find out what brands he's partial to? Should he be concerned about this? Because he's getting concerned. 2. Crewel doesn't like the idea of being bought over. No matter how much he enjoys the gifts. Because he wants your love to be genuine. Crewel wants to see proof that Rook is treating you right, not another luxurious coat that he'll definitely be wearing later down the line. He takes the fact that Rook thinks he can be bought over as an insult and pulls him aside after class, giving the pup a stern talking to. "Non non! I simply gifted it because it reminded me of you, professor! These have nothing to do with my devotion toward the Prefect." Crewel smells bs and does NOT tolerate that. He'll punish Rook by having him clean the alchemy tools after the freshman class since that class was notorious for leaving behind a mess. Rook knew what he was doing. His hand holds yours tighter and he smiles as you two pass by Crewel, with Rook catching a glimpse of the professor wearing one of the necklaces Rook gifted him. You just sigh because there's no way of controlling this man. His audacity knows no bounds.

vil schoenheit

Oh, Crewel is living for this. Vil might just be the one student he fully approves of, 100%. You dating one of the top alchemy students who is also an actor and model with the best sense of fashion in the entire school? Now that's a good puppy! Crewel almost wants to buy both of you treats with how over the moon he is. Vil, ever so charming, easily woos Crewel over by showing him how caring and compassionate he is towards you while also maintaining good grades and fixing your clothes. The professor smiles wide as he asks you, "How's your boyfriend doing?" And he listens happily as you tell him about the super romantic date that Vil took you on. Vil also seeks Crewel out for opinions on different outfits he plans on wearing to his modeling shoots. Crewel is more than happy to give his two cents. All the alchemy students have Vil to thank for the professor being in such a good, less snappy mood. He's not any less strict on them, but he compliments their work much more as he thrills over the fact that his little puppy is dating the perfect student. There's nothing more pure than puppy love, and he sees it written on Vil's face whenever he's around you.

idia shroud

You're dating the recluse? Now how did that happen? Crewel rarely sees Idia so he hasn't exactly seen how the two of you interact. He urges and bugs you to get your boyfriend to show up to his class. Cause Crewel only has a faint idea of what he's like. And once he does get familiar with Idia... Oh... Oh, puppy, why? Why him? Not exactly the type Crewel would've gone for at all. He'll definitely have to punish Idia a few times. Partly because of his horrendous attendance. Partly because he's heard him say a few sly comments under his breath. But mainly so he'll know the consequences of hurting you. Idia is beyond TERRIFIED of this man. Why does he keep calling him a 'pup'?! WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP?! And his fears are justified when Crewel punishes him. Idia will let out a loud sigh as he snuggles against you. "Out of all the staff members to be your fatherly figure... Did it have to be him?" Which is pretty funny because you're pretty sure you've heard Crewel complain, "Out of all the students... you chose him?" Looks like they've got some similarities. Just don't expect Idia to be striking up conversation with Crewel ever. Same goes with Crewel. They just pretend that the other doesn't exist and move on with their days.

sebek zigvolt

Oh, Crewel knows who Sebek is. That pup has a lot to learn. Especially when it comes to controlling his volume. Crewel uses the fact that you're dating him to teach him a lesson. "If you yell a single time in my class again this week, I will have your relationship with the Prefect ended. That is a guarantee." It's not a guarantee since Crewel knows he can't really control you, but he says it to keep Sebek in check. And it works. Nobody knew he could stay that silent for that long. Crewel was pleased with the progress, giving him a pat on the head with a small, "Good pup!" Oh, and Crewel is especially satisfied when Trein comes to complain to him that Sebek's been extremely loud in his class as of late. Crewel shrugs, claiming that he's been nothing but the most obedient dog in his class. "Maybe it's a teaching problem regarding you?" Trein wanted to strangle him when he said that. Crewel found it extremely amusing. The professor honestly thanks you for dating Sebek because this is the most fun he's had in a while. You're just glad that Sebek got Crewel's mark of approval. Because you know he would've been crushed if he didn't.

silver

He isn't a fan of the boy who's always sleeping. Crewel becomes even harsher when he hears the two of you are dating. It's hard for Silver so eventually the student comes to him explaining his condition. The professor is much more understanding after that. He actually tries really hard to help Silver, probably dragging you along as well. He'll have you stay after class for some parent-kid (blood related or not, you are literally his child) bonding while making a potion. Crewel will make dozens of potions, giving each one to you so you can pass it along to your boyfriend. None of them really make his condition go away fully of course, but it definitely helps as he's able to stay awake in class. Silver is extremely thankful for the help from Crewel, making it a point to express his gratitude nearly every time he sees him. With Silver awake more often, Crewel's able to witness the knightly way in which he treats you. Spoiler alert; he loves it. Yes! Live out your fairytale dreams, puppy! Crewel's convinced that Silver was a medieval knight in a previous life. He also offhandedly mentions that Silver should start modeling because that pup is GORGEOUS. (I'm biased because have you seen his eyes!?)

lilia vanrouge

Sure. He's cute.... Wait he's how old? Crewel is NOT approving when he finds out that Lilia is probably older than him. It's funny because Crewel starts to talk to Lilia more like he's a staff member than a student. And Lilia happily goes along with it. It's such a switch when he talks to you and then your boyfriend. "Hello, pup. I'm glad to hear you had a good day. How's your alchemy project coming along?... Oh, Lilia. How's the mortgage." "Quite well, professor. How's the wife? Wait, sorry, I forgot— you don't have one." Yeah, he hates your boyfriend actually. May or may not attempt to set you up with someone else. Only for the person that Crewel sets you up with to be Lilia catfishing as someone else. "Khee hee~ The internet these days is crazy, isn't it?" If you look closely you could probably see steam coming out from Crewel's head. The professor will make it a point to constantly tell you that your boyfriend is the worst. He doesn't even consider him a pup in the litter. He's a rodent who somehow snuck into the box. A rodent that you adopted much to Crewel's dismay.

malleus draconia

Later, he knocked on Ramshackle’s door himself.

Yuu answered, surprised. “Headmage?”

He took off his mask.

“May I come in?”

They blinked.

Crowley never took off his mask.

Never.

Crowley stood in the entryway.

“I hear you’ve been struggling. And before you say anything—I’m not here as your headmage.”

He placed the mask gently on a dusty table.

“I’m here as someone who once felt like a ghost too.”

Yuu swallowed hard.

“I know it’s hard, adjusting to this place,” he continued. “You’ve had to survive here without magic, without family, without answers. And you’ve done it all without a safety net.”

His voice wavered.

“Perhaps I should’ve given you one sooner.”

Yuu stared at him. Crowley’s eyes, usually behind his mask, were steady.

“Can I show you something?” he asked.

He led them to a storage room near the staff quarters. There, behind old uniforms and spell books, was a small chest. He opened it.

Inside were journals.

Dozens of them, worn at the edges.

“I wrote these when I was your age. A long, long, long.... long time ago.” he said quietly.

“When I didn’t understand the world, or my place in it. When I thought maybe… the world would be better off without me.”

Yuu’s breath caught.

“You’re not weak for needing help,” he said, turning to them. “You’re wise for accepting it.”

From then on, when he saw them anxious in a hallway, he didn’t sweep them away with flair.

He’d tap their shoulder, whisper, “There’s tea in my office. Let’s get some air.”

And on days when Yuu couldn’t speak at all, Crowley would sit beside them in silence. No mask. Just himself.

In time, Yuu came to understand that even the loudest voices sometimes scream just to be heard.

And Crowley?

He’d make sure Yuu never had to scream alone again.

It started with a quiet knock on the side door of Mystery Shop one evening after lights-out.

“Hey, little imp,” he said without turning around“Didn’t expect you tonight.”

But when Yuu stepped inside, their energy wasn’t curious about the items. It was heavy.

Sam finally looked over, smile fading as he saw their eyes red rimmed, hands tucked in their sleeves.

“Something happened?”

“I relapsed.”

Sam didn’t recoil, didn’t gasp.

He just set down the crystal orb he’d been polishing and stepped out from behind the counter.

“Come sit,” he said gently, guiding them to the little seating nook near the incense shelf. “Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know,” Yuu whispered. “I just—Grim told the others, and everyone’s being kind, but I feel like I’m broken again. Like I failed.”

Sam reached over and pulled a tiny wooden box from a shelf behind him.

“Know what this is?” he asked, resting it in their lap.

Yuu shook their head.

“This box came from a spirit walker in the Scalding Sands. It’s over four hundred years old,” Sam explained. “Used to carry healing charms, notes of love, little promises folks made to themselves when they were hurting.”

He opened it slowly.

Inside were slips of folded paper—some new, some brittle with age.

Sam added one more—his own. He held it out to Yuu.

“Write one. Anything you want. Doesn’t have to be big. Could be: ‘I want to breathe tomorrow.’ Or: ‘I want to see the sun.’”

Yuu stared, then shakily took the pen.

After a long pause, they wrote:

“I want to believe I’ll be okay again.”

Sam tucked it inside the box, sealed it, and whispered, “Now it’s kept safe. No refunds, no backsies. That promise is real now.”

Yuu smiled weakly.

From that night forward, Sam always had a space open at the back of the shop.

If Yuu was overwhelmed in class, they’d sometimes find a handmade “delivery” waiting in their dorm room: a spell charm for calm dreams, a candle, or a simple note that read:

“Healing ain’t linear. But I’ve seen how stubborn you are. You’ll get there.”

Professor Trein stood at the front, chalk still in hand, yet his eyes had wandered from the blackboard.

He watched Yuu—slumped at their desk, shoulders taut, eyes unfocused. Not bored. Not distracted. Disassociated.

Lucius had already leapt from his desk perch and was weaving around Yuu’s chair. Trein set the chalk down.

“Yuu,” he said calmly, “Could you assist me in the archive room for a moment?”

There was no reason to doubt the request. It was casual enough.

No alarm in his tone. No heads turned. Yuu nodded numbly, rising without protest as the class barely took notice.

Trein’s pace was slow as he led them to a quiet hall—far from noise.

He closed the door behind them.

“Would you like to sit?” he offered, pulling out a chair from a reading desk.

Yuu did. But their gaze remained lowered.

Trein sat across from them, hands folded.

“There are lessons one cannot find in any curriculum,” he began, “Lessons about how to exist in a world that often refuses to make space for our pain.”

Silence.

“You don’t need to speak right away. I only ask that you listen.”

Yuu nodded once—just enough to let him know they were still with him.

“I’ve seen the signs,” he said. “The trembling. The vacant stares. The way your hands fidget when you believe no one is watching.”

“I want you to know I do not pity you. Pity can be shallow and cruel. What I feel is respect.”

Yuu looked up, confused.

“It takes strength to face each day knowing you’re at war with your own thoughts. It takes courage to survive when the world you knew has been torn from you and replaced with a place that doesn’t always feel real.”

Trein continued, “Grim came to me out of concern. And I assure you, Yuu… there is no shame in stumbling during recovery. Only in believing you must do it alone.”

Lucius jumped into Yuu’s lap then, curling up. Yuu slowly let a hand drift to stroke his back.

Trein gave a faint smile.

“Even Lucius knows who needs grounding.”

He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bound notebook—aged but blank.

“This is for you. Write what hurts. What confuses you. Or write nothing at all. You may tear out the pages, burn them, or never show a soul. But sometimes, the mind cannot quiet until its burdens are given a place to rest.”

Yuu took it gently.

Down the road, Trein never hovered. But he always noticed.

If Yuu’s answers in class were shorter than usual, he’d adjust the lesson pace. If he saw their breathing stutter when voices around grew loud, he’d assign a solo reading task and lead the others elsewhere—shielding them with normalcy.

“Oi! You’re not gettin’ out of PE that easy!”

Yuu had hoped to sneak past the training field.

But Vargas spotted them with that hawk gaze of his and jogged over, waving enthusiastically.

They braced for a lecture about attendance, but he paused as he got closer.

“You okay?” he asked—less gruffly than usual.

Yuu tried to shrug it off, but Vargas tilted his head.

“I know I ain’t always the most gentle guy. But I do notice when one of my students looks like they’re carryin’ a boulder on their back.”

He crossed his arms.

“You wanna go for a walk?”

Yuu blinked. “You’re not gonna make me run laps?”

“Nope. Today we walk. Slowly. No sweat.”

So they did—around the track, where Vargas usually shouted drills.

His voice was calm, explaining how, even in physical training, injuries sometimes come from inside.

“Used to have a friend back in my rookie days,” he said. “Tough guy. Strong as hell. But he had demons in his head that none of us could see.”

He glanced at Yuu.

“Pain ain’t just broken bones and bruises. You can be fightin’ for your life, and no one will know unless they look close enough.”

Yuu swallowed. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“You didn’t,” Vargas said, dead serious. “You’re still standin’. You showed up today. That takes guts.”

They stopped near the bleachers, and Vargas handed them something—a pair of weight gloves.

“These are yours now, not for lifting. Not for workouts. Just a reminder. You’re stronger than you think.”

From then on, Vargas kept an eye on them.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle was too hot-headed for his own good. And way too easy to stress out. But luckily, under your guidance, he melted so quickly. With you straddling his hips, panties pushed to the side as he leaned back in his chair in his room... He couldn't deny you or him with what he needed.

His breathing comes in sharp, little moans and gasps with each time your hips slammed down onto his cock. You lean towards him, arms wrapped over his shoulders as you press little kisses against his neck.

"Feel good, Riddle?" You pant out, each drag of his cock moving inside your hot cunt, but truly? He can barely focus on anything you say as you continue to ride him. Each little slap of skin on skin, and fuck, what was he even stressed out about in the first place?

His eyes are half-lidded as he nods against your embrace. "Please.. please don't stop -" He cries out with an pathetic moan. "You feel so good, so good.."

You move your hand down to guide his to your clit as he whimpers out with each movement of your hips slamming down onto the base of his cock. "Rub my clit for me, Riddle, can.. can you do that for me?"

He nods as his fingers move down to your pearl, making small circular movements that quicken the faster you move.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I have to cum..." He whines out. "Can.. Can I?" His gray eyes meet yours, his face is so flushed it rivals the color of his hair.

"Mhm.... Keep - keep moving your fingers like that and we'll cum together, m'kay?" You moan against his ear. A shiver runs up his body, the fact you chose him, of all people is beyond him. All he knows is that he won't let go of you, not now, not ever.

The slickness building up between the two of you runs down his cock and into his pants. Damn it all, he'll clean them later. All that matters is how good everything feels...

He can feel you clenching down on him and his fingers move faster against your clit. "Please, please, cum with me.." He moans as he feels your hips move faster down onto his cock, clenching around him so, so good.

"Riddle..!" You finally whine out, your climax washing over you with a mind-numbing haze as you feel his cum shoot up inside of you with a loud moan erupting from him. The tyrannical housewarden, a mess under you.

"Sorry, I'll.. I'll get you some after-pills.." He says, kissing the sides of your cheeks. "Shouldn't have done that."

"It's fine.." You say, still firmly planted on his lap, cock still deep inside of you. "Feel less stressed?"

"Mhm, thank you.." He breathes out again, arms wrapped around your waist.

Leona Kingscholar:

The sounds of the crowd are still loud outside the damn storage closet, his teammates still cheering for him after making the winning goal against Scarabia. Ruggie would probably be looking for him soon, but all that mattered was his little herbivore under him, on their knees and elbows, as he pounded into you.

"Leona..!" You moan out as his hand slaps your ass, the mark leaving an imprint.

"Shush, herbivore." He growls out, and next thing you know, he stuffs your damn panties in your mouth. "Don't want them hearing what a little slut you are, hm?"

Of all the places to get fucked out, its the storage closet, but when he always feels so good inside you, you couldn't deny him.

Especially not the way he nearly ran to you after he won the match, as if sizing you up and down like some prey. And its not like you didn't follow him back here...

"Don't give a shit whatever celebration they're gonna try and make me go to after this." He says, his hands gripping down onto your hips as he keeps thrusting inside your cunt. "We're gonna have our own party after this, right, baby?"

And all you could do is moan in reply, drool already falling down your mouth as you could only bite down on your panties.

"You're such a little slut for me, baby, but only me, ain't that right?" He says as his hips began to speed up, one hand firmly on your hip guiding him deeper and deeper. His other hand went down to your clit, rubbing and pinching it down in tandem with his thrusts.

You whine louder as he keeps moving, closer and closer to your climax, clenching down onto his cock.

"Gonna cum? Go ahead.." He says, his hips moving faster into yours as his hand continues his work on your clit.

"A..Ah.." You moan out, the panties drowning you out as you finally climax. Its not long before with a few more thrusts, he's finished inside you.

"Sorry, babe, but we can't leave anymore of a mess." He purrs out. Like Leona suddenly gave a damn about messes.

You finally pull the soaked panties out your mouth and like the kind boyfriend he was, he helped you slipped them back on.

"You're such an asshole.." You pant out, catching your breath as he zips up his uniform.

"Guilty. Come on. We're finishing this back at my place." He says, letting you lean onto him for support as you try to inconspicuously do the walk the shame out the storage closet of all places.

And yes, Ruggie does eventually find Leona, waving him over when he sees the pair of you. "Hey, boss, where did you go -" He begins before cutting himself off. He sniffs the air lightly before making a disgusted face, his ears flattening. It didn't help the fact Leona had a little lazy smirk plastered either.

"Yeah, nevermind. Have fun, Leona." Ruggie mutters before walking off.

Your face feels way too warm as you give a quick slap to Leona's chest but all he does is chuckle and continue leading you back to Savanaclaw.

Azul Ashengrotto:

You hated it when you knew Azul was feeling his bouts of insecurity. You knew he never would say it, ever. But you were with him long enough to recognize when one of his moods hit. Whether it be from him denying a little treat, getting a smaller portion then usual, or looking at himself a little too longer than usual.

So what better way to make those stupid insecurities leave his mind by fucking him silly?

Thankfully, the pool is heated as your hand moves up and down his appendage, his tentacles grasping the sides of the tub as he narrowed his eyes shut, pants coming out quickly no matter how much he tried to bite down.

"Please, please can I be inside of you now?" He chokes out, finally opening his eyes to meet yours.

"I don't know, Azul. Tell me you are handsome and mean it, and then I'll let you inside me." You coax out with that little sweet teasing tone of yours, continuing to move your hand against his cock.

"I'm handsome, I'm handsome, now, please...?" He says, teary-eyed.

"Thats more like it. Yes you - woah!" You say as his tentacles grip you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, as his hands reach up and grab you by your face. "Eager?"

"So very much so with you.." He says as he finally closes the distance, his lips meeting yours as his tentacles guide you down onto his cock.

"Azul..!" You whimper out against his lips as his length notches against your hole, pressing himself slowly into you inch by inch.

His only response is kissing you, eager to feel you in his embrace. "So good for me, so good for me.." He says in between kisses as he sinks you down onto his cock. You whine against his lips as he eagerly eats up your cries.

He finally bottoms out inside you, pulling out until his tip remained and pushing back in. "Azul..!" You moan out, head thrown back slightly as he begins to thrust in you. The water begins to move outside the pool as his tentacles guided your hips so nicely to plant down onto his cock each time.

"I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, right?" He says, eyes meeting yours as another one of his tentacles goes to circle your clit.

"Yes! Yes, only you..." You whine out, gripping onto his shoulders as he lips meet your neck, peppering it with kisses as if he wasn't fucking your brains out.

He continues thrusting into you, another two of his tentacles steadying the two of you by gripping the edges of the pool.

It was all too much and just right at the same time. How could Azul hate his merform when he looked so handsome and made you feel so good?

"I'm almost there, keep going, pretty boy.." You moan out, back arching as he hits that one part inside you.

He smiles at your little name for him as he continues moving in and out of you as his tentacle continuing to play with your clit. He only speeds up, eager to bring you to your climax as -

"Azul!" You cry out, your cunt clenching down and milking him for all he's worth.

With you clutching onto him, your hot walls grasping his cock like the greedy thing you were, its not long before he lets out a pitiful moan, spilling inside you as he tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder. With a few shallow thrusts, he finally stops.

"You're so pretty, you know that Azul?" You finally murmur out, still catching your breath.

"I think you're the pretty one, but I shall not argue." He says as you press tiny kisses to his cheek.

Vil Schoenheit:

Yeah, it was indeed your fault you ended up like this. You knew he was at one of his modeling gigs, but you still sent that little picture of you in the lingerie he specifically picked out for you. He even had his little matching set in the closet waiting for him. But no, you had to go ahead and break into yours and send him such a scandalous message, how uncouth.

So here you were, on his bed, blindfolded with your wrists bound. You legs shook as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly.

"I mean, darling, what if someone else had seen it?" He drawed out, his fingers still easing in and out of you way too slowly. "Not to mention, we were to wear our matching set on our anniversary, but you had to tear into it like some beast."

"I'm sorry, Vil.." You cry out, tears welling under the blindfold. "I won't do it again, can you please move your fingers faster..?" You manage to breath out.

"Hm... No, I do not think I will. After all, someone needs to learn their manners, no?" He says, smirking lowly.

"Vil... 'm so sorry..." You whine out, hips bucking up to meet his.

"Keep apologizing dear, maybe I'll indulge you." He says, fingers still moving in and out your cunt at such a ludicrous pace.

Your hips buck up, as if trying to move his fingers back into you faster. "I'm sorry, please, I won't be such a brat.." You cry out, the blindfold soaking with tears.

"I suppose I will, only because at least you cry so well for me." He finally says but instead of feeling his fingers move any faster, they exit your body leaving behind such an empty feeling.

You whine low, shifting in his bed as trying to seek him out. "Vil, that wasn't -"

"Patience is key. You should try to practice it better." He tsks as he brings his fingers to your mouth. "Clean them up, I do not wish to ruin my manicure." And as your mouth parted so obediently, he slid his fingers into your mouth.

What you didn't expect was his cock to finally enter your cunt.

Your back arched up as he slowly entered you, choking on his fingers as a pathetic moan tore through you. "Mmmf, Vil!"

"I thought this was what you wanted?" He teases out as his hips still. With a quick shake of your head, he chuckled and finally began thrusting in you with deep, thrusts. And finally, he graciously pulled off your blindfold. "I want you to see me deep inside you, darling."

You looked down as Vil leads a leg over his shoulders. Over your chest was splatters of lipstick all over, including your thighs. Yet, his lipstick still remained beautifully intact.

But that observation did not matter as much as how good he felt inside you, tiny whines escaping your lips.

"We'll continue all night if he has to." He says, lifting your other leg over his shoulder. "Until someone learns their manners."

Leona Kingscholar

Apparently lions don't have ruts but are triggered by their partners' heat!

Mating is usually rough with a lot of biting and making sure you won't leave that room limping

Leona is observant—a little too observant for your liking. You have known beastmen have heightened senses, such as their sensitive noses, but you didn't think he'd pick up when your ovulation would start! Once he realized you had begun your period, he would begin to prepare for your ovulation—dragging you into his room with all the items you need because he sure wouldn't let you step outside. “Hey, no passing out just yet.” You could barely hear his rough voice through the ringing in your ears. How long has it been since you stepped inside his room? And how long has he been fucking you? From the way your body lay limp on his bed and the copious amount of cum beneath, probably more than just a few hours. You wanted to reach out and tell him to stop—that you can't take anymore—yet, your fingers only threaded in his long locks before tugging on them. A low groan escaped his mouth, his hips drilling back into your abused cunt as you showed no complaints whatsoever. Leona reached to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting in deeper while keeping you in place. “No no no n—! Too much, fuck! You're to-too deep…” Your words only seemed to stroke his ego as he took your other leg and shifted your position into a mating press. His thrusts are slow yet hard, fucking his cum deeper into you. Leona enjoyed it whenever you whined about him being too much while also doing nothing about it. “Gotta make sure it stays deep inside you. Wouldn't want ya to leave this room without a baby, after all.”

Ruggie Bucchi

As I have said in a previous post, hyenas actually don't have ruts because females ovulate throughout the year

Although I like to think Ruggie would be able to convince you that he does go through this just because he can

“Fuck fuck fuc—! Feel so good for me… gonna make me cum so much!” Ruggie has adopted the habit of babbling too much during sex. It makes his act all the more believable, although you do bring him pleasure to heights he can never reach by himself. He doesn't really have to exaggerate the act, but those dudes on your pornos act like this, so he might as well mimic them! Your body was beginning to strain from how long Ruggie has kept you in all fours. Head to the pillows with your ass held up by him. He was going at a maddening pace, skins slapping so loudly that at some point you feared it'd leave red bruises on your butt. Your hand reached out to touch his hand, trying to catch his attention and get him to slow down. A loud cry fell from your lips before you twisted your body slightly to face him. “Sl-slow down, ple—” Your words were cut off when he slammed his hips back into you, causing you to bury your head back into the pillows. Ruggie was stunned when he saw you. Tears streaming down your flushed face along with such a fucked out expression. Sevens, he wanted to see that again. A million different scenarios popped in his head; he just saw he can take another peek at it. The hyena didn't even realize that blood began to run down his nose, perfectly hitting the curve of her back. Fuck, this can't be happening. He's still getting a nose bleed at his age?! “Ruggie..?” The sound of your voice calling him snapped him out of his trance, his body leaning forward until his lips were near your ear. “Yeah yeah, ‘m here. Won't go anywhere ‘til ya satisfy me.” Indulge him and his lie for a little longer, will you?

Jack Howl

Apparently, wolves are extremely territorial, so expect him to get a tiny bit possessive

Ohhh, this man gets vocal too! He talks and moans way more during his ruts

How else would you spend Valentine's Day other than getting fucked stupid by your lovely boyfriend? Jack had already warned you about his ruts, usually starting at around January and lasting for you don't know because you didn't listen. What a surprise it was for his rut to start exactly on Valentine's Day! Not that you're complaining. “One more? Please, I'll be gentle this time…” ‘Oh, how sweet he was for asking.’ is what you would've thought if he wasn't pounding your pussy into oblivion. You barely reached the bed when he started ripping all your clothes off and marking your body. You knew about wolves' tendency to leave their claim over what's theirs; isn't he going a little overboard? Your body was covered in bruising hickeys, not to mention bite marks that seemed too deep for your liking. While you didn't mind it, Jack could've kept it in a place where others can't see! Oh well, you'll scold him later when he calms down. “Gentle..? Ja-jack, this isn't gent—!” You choked on your words when Jack began to jackhammer the ever-loving shit out of your pussy. You could barely react when his hips thrust in and out of you at such a rapid pace! All your protests died in your throat and turned into cries of pleasure. You really doubt you'll come out alive later. That is to say, if he will even let out in the first place.