dyslexic bby

Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rules—the oh-so-“questionable” rules of Heartslabyul—but for some reason, whether it’s the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddle’s territory, this party doesn’t even feel… unusual anymore.

Maybe it’s also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion won’t be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.

“Trappola tradition,” you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.

Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.

Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” and Epel’s already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.

Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him away—he’s not immune to the spirit of the party… and maybe he’s already had a taste of the punch.

You try to take it easy, but it’s hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly you’re part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.

You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pockets—not before slipping a couple into your hands, though. “Eat up! Or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.

The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much you’ve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.

You remember Vil’s perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. “Having fun, darling?”

You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuce—apparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus… well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.

Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someone’s breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your ear—was it a white or red rose? It doesn’t matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin that’s barely even trying to be subtle.

The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and you’re wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.

Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone else’s, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.

When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and there’s that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and you’ve got hair in your face.

Your head hurts—no, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the pain’s still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.

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Trey

When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.

His hips… bare.

His chest is bare too.

You look down at your own body and—bingo—you’re naked too.

And these aren’t your sheets, this isn’t your pillow, and obviously, this isn’t your dorm bed.

Holy… fuck.

You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half… half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?

Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Trey’s hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.

The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Trey’s lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?

His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldn’t escape.

Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.

You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.

“You like how I fill you up, right? You’re so wet, so beautiful,” he’d murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.

The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.

Trey’s name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.

The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.

Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees you—serene… and breath taking.

“Good morning.”

Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and you’re already wet again.

“Did you sleep well? Headache?”

Is it that obvious?

“Uh… yeah, yeah, a little.”

Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look… but fail.

Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this man’s torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, and…

Marks?

He has marks on his neck?

Some are obviously hickeys… others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.

You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.

“Did we…?” It’s a dumb question—you obviously had sex—but you need to hear it from him.

“Yup… several times, actually.”

The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Are you regretting it?”

Please, this man can’t be any sweeter or he’d cause diabetes.

Trey kisses your temple when he realizes there’s not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.

Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.

OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!

And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass… and his cock, half-hard.

Trey notices you’re basically devouring him with your eyes… “Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?”

He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.

Ah… you could die peacefully in that bed.

Leona

It’s the heat that you notice first—something heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession

Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something… wild. It’s accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.

You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so you’re forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.

You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.

Wait… fur?

Is he holding you with a tail?

A TAIL?!

You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leona’s bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.

You follow the line of that arm and realize you’re naked too…

You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.

Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasn’t used just for sleeping.

You try to move, but Leona’s arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.

“Going somewhere, little mouse?” His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.

You turn your head and meet the lion’s wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant… well, very arrogant.

That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for… quite a while.

“What happened last night?” Your mind is racing and your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest.

Leona growls softly, though he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that you’re covering your “modesty.”

“After how loud you were all night, I figured you’d remember at least something.”

Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but it’s useless. You’re in his bed, in his territory.

“Did we… sleep together?”

“Sleep?” You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. “Oh, we did more than sleep… want me to remind you?”

He doesn’t need to. Your body does it for him.

Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.

You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they don’t hurt, but you know they’re going to be bright red well into the morning.

Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each other’s mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, “Do you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?”

His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.

“Say my name, again. Do it again” every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.

His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?

His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.

The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. “Please, harder… harder, Leona” How could he possibly say no?

You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.

His strong hands on your ass, “helping” you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.

Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. “That’s it, little mouse, fill yourself up with me”

“You were wild—I barely managed to get your clothes off,” Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.

“Not that I’m complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.”

You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. “Please, stop.”

Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. You’re caged, completely at his mercy.

And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.

“You look incredibly tempting.” His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.

He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. “Want another round? Or breakfast so you don’t pass out on top of me?”

You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.

“Breakfast… then we’ll see.”

He pecks your lips softly. “Good girl.” And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.

Jade

Why does the silence feel like you’ve been swallowed by the sea?

And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?

The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.

And it’s a kind of dimness you haven’t seen in Ramshackle for a long time… which means, this is not your room.

Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.

You try to move but there’s a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.

Bare skin…

BARE SKIN?!?!

You sit up—and it’s a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.

“Ah… looks like you’ve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last night…”

You turn your head to find Jade’s smile—small and polite, but absolutely terrifying.

“Does my pearl need something to make her morning… more productive?”

“Jade…” your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.

“Ah, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?”

The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:

Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his room—his bed.

His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.

Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.

Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.

“Come on, little pearl, cum for me” the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.

Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldn’t move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.

The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.

You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, “holy shit”

He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading… only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.

“Overwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say… you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.”

Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. He’s so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.

You’re his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked… it’s intoxicating to him.

He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.

“Dare to tell me you regret it, little one.” When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.

“Excellent,” he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. “So, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?”

You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.

“I won’t let you surface just yet, my pearl”

Jamil

For a few blissful seconds you think you’re safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle… until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.

Yeah… you’re not in Ramshackle.

Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, you’ll have to.

Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture… Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.

Okay, one problem solved; now… who’s breathing against your neck, slow and steady?

You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. He’s on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.

You blink—once, twice, three times.

One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.

You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.

Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush… more than they already were from the punch.

His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of dance—one that didn’t need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.

The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.

Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.

The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.

His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, “Look at me, habibti” every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamil’s long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.

Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.

You let out a whimper, and that’s when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.

“Morning”

Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. “Oh my Sevens… what happened last night?”

Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.

“You don’t remember anything?”

“Fr-fragments.”

You feel his hand sliding down your thigh… and realize you’re also naked under the sheets.

Okay, yep, we fucked… got it.

“You were bold. Even eager.”

His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.

“I regret not doing this sooner,” is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.

You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumbling—but all you care about is melting in Jamil’s arms.

“Let me take care of you, habibti,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make you forget about your hangover”

And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, you’re pretty sure you don’t want to remember anything but this.

Idia

The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

The first thing you notice is that the bed feels… off—not the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.

Second, your head is about to explode; third, you’re naked and there’s a chill in the air, as if warmth doesn’t exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.

You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.

Blue light… you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.

You bolt upright when you realize you’re not just in Idia’s room… you’re completely naked in Idia’s room.

There’s a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.

You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.

Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.

There’s a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.

“HOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“N-NO!! I’M NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgod—”

Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s bigger and taller than it.

He’s about to combust

“I died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekai’d to some forbidden erotic world…”

You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. “Ow!”

“This is real, Idia! We actually had sex!”

Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.

Idia’s inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.

His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, “Are you sure? I-I’ve never—” and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.

The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.

His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.

Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failed—twice—begging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. “Why is this so complicated? This… never happens in doujins…”

The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside you—slick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.

Him finishing ‘embarrassingly’ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.

His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.

The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.

You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.

Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.

“I-it’s not like… I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just… this is… max difficulty! Like, y-you’re like a goddess… most beautiful OP character… y-yeah and I—”

“And you’re Idia… was it at least good for you?”

His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.

“Good?! It was… it was overlord level. Uh. You were… really… really—”

Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.

After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. It’s almost cute...

No, it’s very cute. And funny.

You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.

Game over for virginity, am I right?

Silver

You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body… way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.

Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors… and something silver blurring your vision.

Silver’s hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyes—clear and bright—locked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.

The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.

Girl… you’ve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.

Ahhhh… his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’s beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.

How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?

Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why can’t you feel them? Or rather… why do they feel so wet?

Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.

I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.

You can’t stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:

Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet things—and something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.

The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.

His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.

His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.

Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.

His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.

But your moans and pleas for him to go faster—“More, Silver, please, more”—made it a little difficult.

“I’ll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tight”

And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.

You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.

Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way you’re clutching the sheet… adorable.

“Good morning beautiful”

And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.

“Are you alright?” he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.

Boom, straight to the heart.

For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe… maybe, there’s regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.

Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every day”

A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.

And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lips—savoring the promise of more in the future.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

Anticipation shivers under your skin.

“Don’t stop”

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Ace … and ... Deuce

You wake up with the worst hangover of your life—moving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isn’t even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.

There’s a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear you’ll never drink punch again… never drink punch that’s been tampered with by Ace; hell, you’ll never go to another party again.

You roll over and two things hit you: first, you’re naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.

A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.

Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyes—and they lock with yours.

God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty”

“Call me that again and I’ll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.”

Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh… followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.

You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize he’s just as naked as you.

“Ace… what the hell did you do?”

You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All that’s left is to cover your face and you’d be a mummy.

“Aww, don’t make that face, you’re the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.”

“You’re the one who spiked it!!”

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were begging us for more—”

You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.

“What the fuck… why are you two so noisy?”

Deuce’s voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.

You look at him… he looks at you… his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body… Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.

“What happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!”

Between the throbbing headache and Deuce’s panicking, you try to remember a little more of this… wild rebellious night.

You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.

Their taste—Ace like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.

The three of you running through Ramshackle’s halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.

The bed—Sevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Ace’s mouth on your neck, Deuce’s trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.

Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.

Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.

The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.

“Look how we’re breaking you, baby. You’re so wet… I could drown in here,” Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuce’s pelvis with every thrust.

“That’s it, pretty, just like that, don’t stop, swallow it all,” Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.

The way they took turns—one in your pussy, the other in your mouth… but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.

The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.

The moment you didn’t just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Ace’s too.

You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.

Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.

The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuce’s arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful way—until he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.

Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.

“I’m never drinking your punch ever again,” Deuce growls, holding his head.

“Don’t you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?”

Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.

The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.

Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong… very strong… arm.

Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.

• "Prefect! If you don't open this door, I'll enter by force!" He calls out, rapping his knuckles against the wood, feeling a bead of sweat form on his brow when there's still no response. He then tries the handle, preparing to shout out for you again, only for the words to die on his tongue when the unlocked door swings open to a dark, still room.

• He reaches for the light switch when a hand suddenly darts out from the darkness to grab his wrist before he can turn it on. "Don't." You plead, and he sees you for the first time in days. Unharmed, thankfully, but in a state he's never seen you in before.

• Riddle agrees not to turn the lights on but carefully asks to know what is going on. He reminds you that you haven't been going to classes or responding to any messages and that he was afraid something bad might've happened to you. Those words cause you to break down.

• You finally explain it all, how long this has been happening, how exactly you know who is doing it to you, and how you'd just recently found a package right outside the door to your dorm addressed to you with their initials. They knew where you lived, and in your fear you had resorted to isolation, not daring to step outside, keeping the lights off to make it seem like you weren't present and turning the entire place upside down multiple times in search of any hidden cameras or tracking devices.

• Riddle is angry. Not at you, but unfortunately, I think he may be prone to taking it out on you at first. He doesn't understand why you never told him anything, why you lied to him, when he could have done something about it if you were too afraid to. He will back off though, and later apologises for lashing out. He's just frustrated that all this time, he could have been doing something to help you.

• Having gotten the identity of this individual from you, he will be reporting them to both the school and the authorities. He'll even insist you remain at Heartslabyul for a while, in the hopes you will feel safer there. He keeps a very close eye on your mental state and can come across a bit like he's coddling you at times, though he does mean well.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona would probably put the pieces together early on that something is wrong.

• Like Riddle, he notices your odd behaviour, but he won't buy it when you tell him everything is fine. He isn't going to push you to talk about it, but he does tell you that he'd rather you just be honest with him, and leaves it at that.

• He tries to act as a voice of reason, as I think he's likely to assume you're dealing with some kind of paranoia from a traumatic incident you've experienced in the past. He figures that Night Raven College is relatively safe, even more so if you're constantly seen around the second-born Prince of the Sunset Savanna, so he won't assume that anything is actively happening to you. He thinks you would tell him if there was.

• This is also partially why he's so accepting of being kept in the dark. As long as you aren't actively in danger, he doesn't mind waiting until you're comfortable enough to talk to him about it. If he had known this was an ongoing threat, he wouldn't have been so laid-back.

• You come to him in hysterics one day, inconsolable as you try to explain you'd discovered a hidden camera in your room, disguised as a fake fire alarm. That's about all the information he can get from you as he desperately tries to soothe your terror, ears flat against his head and honestly a little disturbed to see you this way.

• He eventually decides to just let you get it out of your system. He lays on top of you, head on your chest and holding your hands to avoid you accidentally hurting yourself in your panic, and just remains like that as he lets you cry for a little while. He doesn't know what he can do to calm you down, but you aren't going to answer any questions in this state either.

• Eventually, you calm down enough to talk. He lets go of your still-trembling hands and tells you to explain one more time. You repeat what you already told him, trying to keep your cool as you go on to tell him that you know who did it; that you've dealt with them before.

• "You knew?" Leona asks in disbelief, and you nod your head, shrinking back at the furious look on his face. He bites the inside of his cheek. He wants to yell at you, to ask how you could be so stupid to have kept this from him, from everyone; when something could've been done long before it got to this point. But he just closes his eyes, letting out a breath through gritted teeth, and wraps his arms around you as he lays his head back down on your chest.

• "Moron," is all he says, closing his eyes. "...Stay in Savannaclaw for a while."

• He'll take you with him to report it to the school directly, who will no doubt get the authorities involved on their own. But given you know the identity of the stalker, he will be following up on that in his own time. Find them, teach them a lesson... see how well they can try to justify their actions with half the teeth beaten out of their skull.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• When Jade and Floyd burst through the door to his office, he was prepared to shout at them to leave and not interrupt his work, until he saw you being dragged along in tow.

• "What-" "Some guy tried to touch Shrimpy 'n' now they're all properly shaken up. Can't calm 'em down or nothing."

• "Properly shaken up" was certainly one way to describe the state you were in. The twins were each holding onto one of your shoulders and practically hoisting you up off the ground, having to carry you just to get you in here. You looked sick.

• Azul rushes over and you're lowered to the ground before they let go of you entirely. Unsure of what to do, he just kneels and gently wraps his arms around you, careful in case his touch only scared you more. He looks up at Floyd.

• "Someone tried to touch them, you said? In the Lounge?" "We got rid of them," Jade assured him. "But, as you can see, that didn't do much to soothe them. I thought this would be better left in your hands, no?"

• Azul sighs, taking a moment to process what he had been told, and then nods. "Right. Out," he says, making a gesture to the door with his head. "Thank you."

• Once you're left alone, Azul won't be letting go of you. He tries to ground you, though no matter how successful is, he remains holding you. He doesn't really know what to do other than offer soothing words of comfort that may or may not be getting through to you, and just... wait for it to stop.

• When you finally gather yourself enough to tell him what happened - recounting what the twins said, that there was someone in the Lounge who tried to grab you, as well as your prior history with this individual - he just listens in silence. He remains calm, and though he may ask why you never told him anything, he ultimately understands. He's just upset that he couldn't quite be the "safe space" you needed him to be all this time.

• The way Azul handles it is... a little different. Ultimately, he leaves the choice of whether or not to report it up to you, and he won't push the matter if you choose not to. But he won't just do nothing, either.

• He has the identity of this stalker now. And if he were to send Jade and Floyd off to "information gather" for a bit, or use them as intimidation, he could end up having this person who has caused you so much grief tied up in a contract within the week. As much as he'd revel in forcing them to do his - or your - bidding, he recognises that your safety comes first over everything; so the stipulations would essentially be that of a restraining order. If it is violated... well. Fuck you, get sea foamed.

• The path to recovery is a long one, but it's much easier with Azul there to reassure you that you will never have to worry about encountering your assailant again.

JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil will notice that something is wrong, but unlike the others, he is actually kind of pushy about knowing what it is.

• His intention is never to make you uncomfortable, but he knows that something is up with your behaviour and won't allow you to brush it off. He'll drop it once you get mad at him, only to bring it up again later, reminding you that he can't do anything to help if you aren't being honest with him.

• I can definitely see him unintentionally pushing you to your breaking point by doing this. You just burst into tears one day after he questions you, and Jamil initially assumes it's because he's upsetting you. He awkwardly tries to apologise, and only realises there's much more to your façade crumbling when you start to confess all of it to him.

• He lets you cry against his chest, getting it all out of your system, listens to every word and encourages you to say more. He might come across as a little unempathetic at first as he's more focused on getting as much information from you as possible than anything, but once it's clear you either have nothing else to say or can't bring yourself to spill anymore, he switches gears to comfort you right away.

• Jamil is absolutely seething, but beyond chastising you a bit for not telling him sooner, he doesn't show it much. I think he redirects his energy to looking after you for the rest of the day, to the point where it's a little excessive. Either that or he just cleans and cleans so he can have something to do, otherwise he fears he may explode.

• He will also be very firm about the fact that this needs to be reported. If you don't want to right away, he understands, and he'll wait for you to be ready; but if it won't come from you, it'll come from him.

• Another thing: I think Jamil is very good at dealing with any potential paranoia that comes from this experience. He can act as a voice of reason while going out of his way to reassure you that you're safe - such as checking your room with you to eliminate the possibility of hidden devices, things like that.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil actually doesn't end up hearing it from you. He hears it from Rook.

• Rook has a habit of "people-watching" himself, and in a strange turn of events, the hunter ends up spying on your stalker spying on you. At least, that's what it sounded like when he recounted the ordeal to Vil, who didn't take the information too well.

• He'll initially assume that you're being stalked because of your relation to him. Vil is a world-famous celebrity and has had his fair share of close encounters with creepy fans, and he knows just how invasive the media can be. It's why he keeps his relationship with you on the down-low.

• But if someone found out or has suspicions about the two of you, could that be why this is happening?

• He'll confront you directly, but he wasn't prepared for you to admit to him that not only do you know the identity of the stalker, but that this has been ongoing for a while. He isn't very fond of your far-too-casual attitude while delivering this information, but as he stresses to you just how serious this is, the illusion cracks and you break down.

• "It's going to be okay," he whispers for the nth time, holding your face as he wipes away any tears that fall. "Deep breaths. Slowly."

• Perhaps due to his own experience with this kind of fear, he's very good at calming you down from your panicked state. "You're alright."

• "I-I'm sorry," you croak, and he shakes his head.

• "At least I know now. In the future, I expect you to tell me when these kinds of things happen."

• When you're a little more clear-headed, you end up sheepishly asking him if he'll come with you to report the incident to the school, and he looks confused for a moment before remembering that he never told you. "Oh, Rook took care of them."

• "...What? What does that mean?"

• "I'm... not sure, but he assured me he took care of it."

IDIA SHROUD

• To be honest, Idia is unlikely to confront you about any strange behaviour he may notice. He'll definitely clock some things that he thinks are weird, but then he's reminded of how he himself acts, and he figures he shouldn't throw stones from glass houses.

• He does keep an eye on you though, and whenever he notices you acting extra twitchy or nervous, he tries to take your mind off of it however he can. That is, by offering to watch or play something with you.

• Playing a game is exactly what he's awake doing when he gets a text message from you at 11PM. You'd just typed his name, misspelled as 'Idis,' and before he could message you back with a quip to make fun of you for it, your next message came through.

• 'Someone's outside my dorm.'

• He sits upright in his chair, blinking at his phone screen. 'Wdym?????' He texts back, and you repeat again, 'someone's outside'.

• He exits the game screen on his computer and immediately starts searching for his camera feeds. He has cameras set up all over Sage Island - which, of course, includes one set up right outside your dorm. It is creepy, he's aware, but it came in handy in this moment as he did indeed see a figure skulking around the Ramshackle building and seemingly trying to look through the windows.

• It didn't take long for you to hear a kind of skirmish outside. When you finally peek through the curtains, you see the campus authorities having already arrived, and then your phone buzzes again. 'Name, location and picture sent to literally everywhere lol ggz loser'.

• 'Thank you', you type back, slipping on some shoes when you hear a knock at the door, knowing they probably want some kind of statement from you.

• 'EZ', he responds, letting out the biggest sigh of relief as he watches the culprit get led away through the feed. Of course, he couldn't be sure it would result in the problem being permanently solved, so maybe he took to some other measures just to make sure this creep's life would be fully ruined.

• If you see a full dox of your stalker being shared around online shortly afterwards, he'll claim to know nothing about it with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus isn't exactly an expert on what constitutes "normal behaviour," but he knows this can't be it.

• For as long as he's known you, you've been... jumpy. More than just reacting to sudden noises or movements, it's like you're constantly expecting something to happen, or for someone to appear. He's asked you on more than one occasion if you feel unsafe, and reminded you that you have no reason to fear with someone like him by your side, but it didn't seem to do any good.

• His presence does seem to help though, which he's glad for. After the first time you'd asked him to stay with you in Ramshackle so you could get a good night's sleep, you started requesting for him to stay more and more often until it basically became commonplace for him to come over every night.

• It's on one of these nights that he finds himself right outside your dorm again. And in the darkness, he just barely makes out a figure standing in the garden. He's none too pleased when he gets closer and discovers that said figure was definitely not you.

• "What do you think you're doing?" Is all the stalker hears before they spin around and come face to face with a thoroughly pissed off Malleus Draconia.

• Heavy rain starts to beat down on your windows as you hear a thunderstorm suddenly start up outside. You were just about to take a look when you hear a knock at the door, and nearly trip over yourself in your rush to let Malleus inside from the pouring rain.

• "Get in, get in!" You exclaim, tossing over a towel. He wasn't too soaked, thankfully, and he didn't seem at all bothered by the storm either. In fact, now that you were looking outside again, it looked to be easing up rather quickly.

• "Prefect," Malleus starts, a curious look on his face that you couldn't quite place. "Did you invite any other friends over tonight?"

• You frowned. "No?"

𝙂rim woke up with an ear piercing scream that came from the corner of the bedroom. He immediately woke up because he has never heard you scream before— he's heard you squeel and cry, but screaming bloody murder? In all the months he's been with you, amidst the overblots and dangerous situations you two find yourself in, you have never screamed bloody murder before.

He shot up from the bed with his fur standing up and prepared a fighting stance while looking around the room.

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED? DID SOMEONE STEAL THE TUNA?"

Your screaming turned into cries, and he glanced worriedly at you. "NO. THIS IS MUCH MORE WORSE THAN THAT." you wailed while holding your phone with an undying grip.

You curled up in a fetus position. "My reputation..." You paused for dramatic effect— or because you were being dramatic, who's to say? "Is ruined..." You whispered under your breath.

Grim calmed down after realizing that you two weren't in danger and it was just something that you were upset about— speaking of, what were you upset about anyways? There weren't any thieves or any school activities today since it's literally Saturday, so what gives?

"Eh? What are talkin' about?" You looked up at him with watery eyes "m-my digital letters was released..." Your eyes held that dreadful emotion inside "to my old crushes" then, as if a dam broke out, you started to cry again, you hiccuped and sniffled as you tried to contain all of it to say something. "I-I thought that-" you hiccuped "I buried it deep in my notes app!" You sniffled. Grim's face turned to worry, to realization. "Wait- ya' mean those things that wrote while kickin' your feet in bed?" You nodded while sniffling. His expression then turned to realization, to smug "oh, those things? Yeah I sent it to them to help ya' confess your feelings to them"

The room turned ghost-quiet after his statement.

"You what?"

"... I sent them to yer' crushes...?" He said nervously.

You turned around slowly with a neutral expression— not your usual neutral expression, oh no certainly not, instead this was much more blank and screamed 'I will murder you in the next ten seconds if you don't take back what you said' kind of expression.

You held up three fingers. "You have three seconds."

Grim's hair stood up and he took a step back in reflex. "THREE SECONDS TO WHAT???" he screamed while backing up; meanwhile you were standing up slowly while keeping eye contact. You tilted your head and smiled— a smile that didn't reach your eyes, "to run of course!"

He bolted— that was the first time he actually ran with fear and confusion, and he did not like how you were just standing there doing nothing.

"WAIT NO I'M SORRY PREFECT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"

You sat down on the dinner table with test streaks on your face, you groaned and slumped to your seat while staring at your phone. "How do I respond to them..." You cried while tracing patterns on the table.

Grim sat across from you with a bump on his head, he grumbled as he adjusted the ice pack on his head. "I don't know why yer' so worked up about this, ya' can just tell them y'know?" Your eyes twitched at that. You snapped your head to him "you want your tuna confiscated too?" He went dead silent and stiff, he shook his head hurriedly and took a step back Instinctually. "Exactly. Now keep quiet because I'm trying to fix the problem you-" you pointed your finger at him "caused" you glared at him.

You sighed and picked up your phone.

You screamed and cried while pushing your phone out of your reach.

"GRIM THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT"

"I WAS TRYIN' TO HELP YA'!" He shouted back at you while pouting. You sighed then laughed, the mentally deranged laugh that you do when everything goes downhill, because this is all going downhill. You were just going to be relaxing and doing what any normal human being would do with free time, but of course, Grim had to fuck it up and make more problems.

You glanced at him. "I'm never going to give you cuddles ever again" he froze, looked at you with a horrified expression, "I SAID I WAS SORRY???"

You turned your back from him as he continued to grovel on your feet; meanwhile, you picked your phone back again.