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I’m going thru butch withdrawal,,,,please I gotta know which of your twst girls would be the most butch,, or like what kind of butch they would be wtver,, like jade to me would be one of those old-fashioned, real chivalrous butches yk??
i view jade as somebody who goes through different human "costumes", switching up between identities depending on the situation (i.e. a polite young lady in elegant skirts when she's near azul in the role of her second-in-command; a practically-dressed forager when she's in the woods, observing the flora and burying her crimes etc), and i believe that an identity of the butch is something she would take on eagerly, especially if that was a kind of a woman her person of interest would be drawn to. it's fun to contemplate floyd matching/alternating with her once in a while, too: both of them are pretty unstable in how they present themselves (though, notably, both of them still have a secure, solid perception of self), with jade changing up to put herself into desirable situations and floyd changing up due to her constant pursuit of fleeting entertainment, so it's no difficulty for me to envision floyd cutting up her hair at three am, adding in some piercings with a sterile needle, and ditching anything dressy for a month or two. both butch, but each has their distinct visual identity (classic menswear vs skaterboy drip).
i don't know if i would define ace as butch necessarily, but i have a soft spot for her keeping almost everything the same as a woman. there's a lack of lazy, sleazy, obnoxiously dressed girls with short hair and no manners in the media, and i would like for her to be just that. female!ace also wears hoodies, struggles with taming the bedhead her short hair inevitably settles into, and puts on her suit on her face exceptionally messily. in my heart. and who i would define as a butch in heartslabyul is trey. she has no interest in fashion + she's somebody who is a bit embarrassed/awkwarded out by the more traditionally feminine looks (as og!trey is, according to the starsending event) + she has that fuckass fedora, professionally short nails, and comfortably short hair. i've seen plenty of artists draw female!trey as masc-leaning (at the very least), and i agree. she really would.
leona fits the archetype of a butch to me because she is a prince. a handsome prince, at that. we've seen that leona slips into that role of a gallant, respectful knight easily when incentivized, and i believe that this would be how she would come across to her potential lover as well. it's worth noting, too, that lionesses have no mane (usually), and female lion beastpeople are suggested to be a primary, core part of the "pride", so leona leaning towards what outsiders would perceive as "masculinity" would not actually be that within the context of her country and her culture. she is a "prince", but this is not viewed as abnormal or uncommon, and what the palace is annoyed with in regards to leona has to do with the casualty of the clothes she wears (where is her bra and why is everything so flowy) rather than the stereotypes around them.
and, speaking of princes and gender norms, it's impossible not to mention silver. she has no concept of what standard clothing would look like for a person depending on who they are (since lilia is stated to have given silver no directions here, and it's unlikely that she would have picked up on much of the social subtext there while living in the woods), she's extremely practical in her treatment of self (somewhat neglectfully almost sometimes; most of the fancier things silver has come as a gift from somebody, such as lilia, sebek, or vil), and she is... well. princely! i am sure that there are at least a couple of articles written by her fangirls after some club expo, lauding her for being incredibly handsome atop a horse... ah... strong arms you dream of falling into... muscular thighs you wish you could rest your head on... nrc's equestrian club is seriously the BEST!
pomefiore trio is interesting to consider there as well. i feel that female!rook leaning into masculinity is pretty much accepted as "canon" by many (what with her being a huntress), but the other two are a bit more complicated and have to be headcanoned in tandem due to the story conflict between them. on the one hand, you can have vil as a hyperfeminine woman, pigeonholed by the industry into a role of a mean queen bee/bitchy blonde, and then, as a contrast to her, epel would be more of a tomboy, repulsed by the expectations of performing femininity (and associating anything "feminine" with negative things due to the bullying she got as a kid from her community). vil teaches epel that there's more to the world than the aesthetics (for instance, tech is perceived as a "masculine" field, but it's actually craftswomen who were the pioneers of it; the former is now respected and rightfully viewed as intellectually challenging, while the latter is viewed as something old ladies do and therefore not worthy of recognition. thus, it's essential not to decide the value of things on the basis of what the public, commonly misogynistic, characterizes them as; we must look within), and, in the end, epel keeps her presentation and style preferences while also learning not to dismiss "girly" stuff (like embroidery) anymore. on the other hand, you can have vil as a masculine woman, who is therefore vilified and treated with mistrust in the industry (typically cast as an antagonistic, deviant presence in the movies), and then epel would be a traditionalist farmgirl, disrespectful towards vil due to her manliness (demonic!) and narrow-minded in her beliefs in relation to what women can and cannot do. the development is pretty straightforward: vil teaches epel that gender norms are bullshit.
lastly, as a quickfire round: minajael rebels against the expectations placed on her in the palace by rejecting the attire she's supposed to wear as a "proper" princess (reflecting og!mina's willingness to wear dresses) and keeping her looks pretty identical to what og!mina looks like (...also she's chivalry personified. women flock to her.); jack comes from a family and a community wherein there isn't much of a distinction between what men and women are taught to act and dress like, so she naturally leans towards what others perceive as "masc"; and malleus is confusing people by looking too ethereal for anybody to know what she is (other than a beautiful fae, of course). she is quite amused by this quirk of humanity, since back home everyone knows to call her their princess.
husk x afab!reader. you're at the end of your rope; you haven't been able to sleep in three days and it's driving you insane. Laying in your bed staring at the ceiling for one more minute might kill you, so you drag yourself down into the staff lounge instead. And who do you find there but hell's favourite bartender, who might just be able to help. for @siempreminta. 1.4k.
prompt: I can't sleep. I've tried everything.
featuring: fluff, husk having inappropriate thoughts, references to sex.
Husk has a remarkable ability to take just about anything short of a surprise extermination in stride, sexual harassment from Hell’s favourite porn star notwithstanding. So, when you wandered dejectedly into the newly built staff lounge and flop down onto one of the sofas, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong. No, he goes on nursing the bottle he’s being swigging from, and it’s kind of exactly why you decided this was a safe change of scenery from your bed.
You bury your face deep in the sofa cushion and miss the way Husk’s ears perk up at your entrance, at the way the corner of his mouth twitches upward when you groan pathetically into the couch. He still takes the time to sling back another few mouthfuls of paint thinner and pour another few fingers of it into an actual glass before he abandons the bottle and rounds the bar, approaching you on quiet feet.
“You good, kid?”
You groan again, voice muffled by the couch. “…No.”
Husk finds himself caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and he raises a brow when you don’t elaborate. “Y’know, unburdenin’ yourself to the bartender only works if ya… actually talk. I’m guessin’ that’s why you’re in here since you ain’t much of a drinker.”
You tilt your head enough to peek up at him with one eye, and Husk trains his expression into one of casual disinterest. “C’mon. You don’t wanna hear another person complaining about shit you don’t wanna fix, Husk.”
The bartender shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Might. Depends on the one complainin’.”
You feel a smile touch your lips despite yourself, and you turn your head back into the couch cushion to hide it. “It’s not nearly exciting as what you get from Angel—”
“Thank fuckin’ Christ,” Husk interrupts with a snort. He clears his throat awkwardly in the next moment, telling himself that that particular reaction was due to him being tired of hearing about crazy, occasionally violent sex and not because the idea of hearing about you fucking someone else made his gut twist uncomfortably in a way he didn’t like to think about. “I jus’ mean… there’s only so many stories you can hear about all the ways a sex swing can malfunction before ya wanna take a bullet to the frontal lobe.”
You snort, still not raising your head. “And now I’m suddenly glad I’ve never tried one.”
Husk closes his eyes for a moment against the sudden image that statement conjures in his mind. Pictures of you suspended, legs spread invitingly, level with his…
He quickly banishes the thought with a hasty mouthful of bourbon, letting the liquid linger in his throat long enough to burn. He coughs slightly before speaking, his voice rough. “So, you got my ear. An’ my curiosity. Might as well use it.”
You push yourself up, turning to sit properly on the couch. You give him a dry, teasing look, and he forces his eyes not to dip down to your chest when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra under the tank top you have on. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained determinedly on your face, and he instead takes in the deep circles under your eyes. “You know what they say about cats and curiosity, Husk.”
“Can it,” he retorts, and you let a soft giggle slip past your lips despite yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. “C’mon, kid. Out with it.”
You heave a sigh.
“I can’t sleep,” you admit. “I’ve tried everything.”
“That’s it?”
You feel a self-deprecating smile touch your lips. Your whole face feels fuzzy, and even though your eyelids droop, you know they won’t stay closed long. “I’ve barely slept in three days. Like, two… maybe three hours, tops. And if I have to face one more morning of Charlie’s insane brand of positivity like this, I might pitch myself off the roof tomorrow.”
“That bad, huh?” Husk says, and you nod. Your bottom lip curls in a pout, and the bartender, bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of it. He finishes his drink, and without it, he feels awkward standing there in front of you. Without anything else to do, he sets the glass on the coffee table and takes a seat beside you. He leaves about a foot between the two of you, and Christ, is he aware of it. “I probably got a whiskey back there that’d knock you out for a few hours. Though the hangover might kill ya.”
You scoff a laugh, letting your head fall back against the top of the sofa. You stare up at the ceiling as you try in vain to suppress a yawn. “The sad thing is, I’m actually tempted.”
“Christ, things are fuckin’ dire,” he drawls. Husk hesitates for a long moment, his sympathy for you warring with every other part of him that was screaming ‘no’. But there was that fucking pout again, and something in that cold stone of a heart of his had him talking before he even realised he’d opened his mouth. “C’mere.”
Your eyes snap open, and you look at him, confused. “What?”
Husk’s jaw ticks, and he fights back the urge to rub a paw over his face. “I—” he sighs heavily. “It’s fuckin’ stupid… somethin’ about cats are supposed to help ya sleep. It’s bullshit, and I ain’t—”
“You’d do that for me?”
Husk stops short at the soft words, the surprise in your question. You almost sound… touched. He swallows, then nods. His wings stretch slightly before resettling behind him, and he lifts an arm awkwardly in invitation.
You dither for a moment, uncertain, before you shift, scooting yourself closer to his side. Husk wraps his arm tentatively around your shoulders and you sink into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Husk’s posture is stiff at that first contact, but he feels you sigh as you sink into his soft fur, and he forces himself to relax. He exhales, long and slow, and you shift, tucking your cheek against his chest. You raise a hand cautiously, tentatively wrapping an arm around him, your hand resting on his stomach. You feel him twitch under the touch, and you move to withdraw your touch, an apology blooming on your lips.
“No,” Husk says softly, his paw catching your hand before you can pull it away. His hand eclipses yours, and he leads it back to the soft fur of his stomach. “’s okay… whole point is that you’re comfortable.”
“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be,” you mutter.
Husk clears his throat as he feels your fingers curl in the fur there. Your nails just barely graze his stomach, and he closes his eyes at the touch, trying to ignore the heat it sends swirling through his belly, up into his chest, the back of his neck. “’m fine.”
As if to prove his point, a soft, rumbling purr sounds in his chest, just below your ear, and Husk swallows back a blush. You raise your head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—”
“Don’t,” Husk says, embarrassed. “For the sake of the one fuckin’ crumb of pride I got left…”
You giggle, resting your head on his chest again. Your fingers start that slow rub of his fur again, and the purring grows louder. You close your eyes, and Husk tightens his arm around you slightly. “’kay.”
There’s a long, quiet stretch between the two of you, where you’re lulled by the beat of his heart and the rumbling in his chest. Husk lets his own eyes close, turns his head to rest his chin against the crown of your head. You’re so warm against him, and your fingers continue their slow caress against his stomach. He can feel them pause, then start again; it’s as though the further you drift from consciousness you keep restarting, as though you want to be touching him this way. You shift slightly against him, burying your face deeper into his chest.
“…Is this helpin’?” he murmurs, so quietly. “Or am I makin’ a fool of myself for nothin’?”
You don’t answer, your breathing deep and even as you finally sleep.
"Bit of both, then."
Husk allows himself a small smile and, ignoring every part of him that says he shouldn’t, presses a soft, fleeting kiss to your brow before he too, closes his eyes.
Haiiii!! Im not exactly sure if your request are open… but I was wondering how you’ll feel about writing some scenarios of the boys (Leona, Malleus, Idia & Floyd) being jealous and Yuu riding the jealousy out of them until they are babbling
Just wondering LOL
dude this is such a good req… 🤤🤤
Like you mad at me, baby!
Leona, Floyd, Idia, & Malleus x fem!reader
18+, read at your own risk. you’ve been warned..
Leona Kingscholar
you went to watch the Magishift match of NRC and RSA. your amazing boyfriend, Leona, was the captain of the team—something he prided himself on, considering he was always second best in everything else (i’m so sorry i had to LMAO).
as the guys rush around on their brooms, you spot Ruggie with the disc. he manages to weave through defenders, and sends a beautiful pass to leona, which he easily shoots and scores with.
sure, leona’s goal was great, but ruggies shiftiness allowed for the point. so, naturally, you cheered a little harder for ruggie. leona noticed, and it’s safe to say he wasn’t the happiest.
NRC lost, which only rained down Leona’s mood even more. he was ignoring you after the match, which was out of the ordinary. whether they win or lose, he’d always throw himself onto you.
later, you find him in his dorm. he was sulking and pouting about the loss and his girlfriend’s “betrayal.” so, to show him that no one could ever come above, you gave him some.. special treatment.
. . . . .
“f-fuuhhhck, herbivore—slow down a bit!” he begged, throwing his head back as you rode him without mercy. every time you slammed your hips down onto his, a loud moan escaped his lips. he had his hands on your hips, holding on for dear life.
“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? proof you’re first place in my heart?” you coo, slowing down to just rolling his hips against his. his eyes rolled back, small whimpers coming from the proud lion.
“y-yeah, but that doesn’t mean ya need to kill me.” he groans, but you know he doesn’t mean it. if anything, this is payback for each time he’s pounded you into his mattress. he’s able to get a breath of relief once you slow down, but it doesn’t last long until you resume your original pace.
once you do, he cries out, his body tensing up as he reaches his peak. you feel his cum paint your inner walls, but you keep going anyways.
“what are you doing? i just-fuck!-came!” he says, whimpers and moans leaving him. tears of overstimulation pricked at his eyes.
“shouldn’t have been such a jealous prick.” you sigh, clearly showing no sign of stopping.
he knew he was in for a long night.
Floyd Leech
“Come on, Shrimpy. at least pretend you like ridin’ my cock. goin’ slower than a damn sea slug.” Floyd mocked, his tone in that lazy drawl he was known for. he slammed your hips down onto his own once again, as he had been doing for the last little bit.
“floyd, this isn’t fair!” you cried, dropping your head and trying to ride him by yourself. he grabbed your chin, making you look at him.
“no shrimpy. this is a fair punishment for actin’ all cute in front of the royal sword pricks.” he said, his tone much more aggressive than before.
and to be fair, he wasn’t exactly wrong. for the basketball match against RSA, you wore an outfit a little bit too revealing for floyd’s liking. “don’t act like an attention seeking slut if ya don’t wanna be treated like one.” he shrugged, leaning back and making you do all the work.
you huffed, lifting your hips and dropping them back down on him. you slowly picked up the pace as you chased your own pleasure, your eyes rolling back each time his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you.
floyd laughed deviously as he watched you. “there we go, i knew you had it in ya! that’s my good girl.” he praised between moans of his own, his hips bucking up to meet yours as he began reaching his peak.
you two came at the same time. you fell forward into his chest, your body shaking from the intensity of your climax. he bit down on the junction between your shoulder and neck—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make sure there’s a mark.
“think ya got more in ya, baby?” he asked, a shit eating grin on his face.
Idia Shroud
you were sat in idias lap, his head buried in your cleavage, his cock buried deep in your pussy. he was whining, begging you to move, to quit just simply cockwarming.
“pleaaase baby, i need it!” he whimpered, looking up at you with pathetic puppy dog eyes.
you chuckled, “no, you haven’t proved you deserve it.” you cooed in a false-sweet tone, clenching your inner muscles around him. he moaned, his hold on your waist tightening.
the whole reason he was in this mess was because you were playing some multiplayer FPS, where you gave a good assist to some random on your team. this stoked idias jealousy, feeling like no one else deserves your assists. he became cold and ignored you, but it didn’t take long to dispel the attitude out of him.
“please! i-ill be good for you! i’ll be your good boy, mommy! please fuck me!” he begged, crying and whimpering. and when you finally give in and start riding him?
he swears he just ascended to heaven. or descended to hell. but he was definitely having an out of body experience.
his moans get louder and louder each time you slam back down on his aching cock. you notice when he’s about to cum, as he starts whining and panting with his tongue out, almost like a dog. so, you lift yourself off of him.
“baby-what? w-why?” he asks, his voice strained.
you smile, laying down on his bed. “if you wanna cum, you gotta work for it.”
he’s never gotten up from his gaming desk so fast.
Malleus Draconia
so, malleus doesn’t get jealous. he knows you won’t leave him for someone else, and he knows people aren’t bold enough to fuck with you once they find out who your boyfriend is.
but that doesn’t mean you don’t get jealous.
you’re the human girlfriend of malleus, the future ruler of the briar valley. any girl would kill to be in your position, especially when malleus is a beautiful man.
on a routine visit to the valley, you notice a fae—she might’ve been a siren of some sort, you weren’t sure—getting a bit too close to your boyfriend. she was flirting, batting her eyelashes, the whole 9 yards, trying to get him under her spell. you didn’t say anything to malleus, instead distancing yourself a bit from him.
when you got back to NRC, he noticed your strange behavior. and who was he to deny his girlfriend of his attention?
. . . . .
malleus was holding your knees to your chest in a mean mating press. he was driving his thick cock into your aching pussy without any mercy, groaning each time his tip hit your sweet spot. you clawed at his shoulders and arms, but it wasn’t enough to get him to ease up.
“shh, it’s okay, my love. i have eyes for no one else.” he assured in a gentle tone, a stark difference from the way he was fucking himself into you. “hah, shit—if i give you my children, will that help you?”
you whimper and moan in response, unable to form coherent words. your eyes rolled back, and you gave in completely to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. he noticed this, “good girl, take it all.” he growled as he came.
he didn’t give either of you a chance to recoup, instead flipping you over and lifting your hips, beginning to mercilessly thrust into you again and again.
there wasn’t much you could do with how fucked dumb you were—but at least malleus was making it clear how pussy drunk he was.
you were in for a long night.
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note from madz~ is it obvious which character i like torturing the most by making him a complete sub
btw, my dear anon who requested this, my requests are indeed open!!
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idk if reqs are open or not but ummm if they are can I req a lil somewhat nsfw scene where reader walks in on (hmm third years?) having some... fun time 😈 (aka gooning LOL!)
feel free to ignore this ✌️✌️HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !
hehe thank you, i try my best!!
Third Years x gn!reader
18+ content!!!! yall been warned
Trey Clover
you were in the science club with trey, and were currently in the Heartslabyul lounge, discussing some future ideas for the club
trey wasn’t really listening to what you were saying. he was too focused on the way your clothing hugged each curve and dip of your body
he was imagining how your skin would feel under his hands, how sweet you’d taste..
he felt his pants getting tight on his crotch, and panicked. he stood up quickly, “sorry, i forgot i needed to do something in the kitchen.” he said, and hurried off to the dorm kitchen
once inside, and positive he was alone, he eased his hard, leaking cock from his pants, wrapping a hand around the base and groaning at the sensation
he slowly started to stroke in a rhythmic pattern, small groans and moans escaping his lips
you were getting impatient—what could be taking so long!? you got up and went to the kitchen, slowly opening the door
you’re quiet as you hear the slick sounds from his hand and the moans from his mouth, which were growing in volume
trey is imagining your hand around his cock. “fuck, just like that—oh fuck—y/n!” he cums all over his hand, his spend dripping onto the floor
your face is bright red, and you can feel liquid heat pooling in your lower tummy. but you ignore it and hurry back to the lounge, pretending you didn’t see anything
when trey returns, you don’t mention his voice being a bit hoarse and his face being flushed
Cater Diamond
cater was oh so infatuated with you, especially your voice. he was ashamed to admit how hard he’d get when you spoke to him in your sleepy voice specifically
it was late at night, and cater was rock hard. he couldn’t get himself to cum, no matter how hard he tried
so, without really thinking, he called you. he kinda hoped you wouldn’t pick up, because you had no clue of the depraved action he was going to take
when you did answer, asking what was up in that tired, slightly raspy yet soft tone, his dick twitched violently. he grabbed the base and began stroking himself
“o-oh, nothing much… tell me about your day!” he said in the most stable voice he could muster
you didn’t think much of it, and began talking about how your day went. as you spoke, caters hand sped up on his cock, breathless moans leaving his lips
“cater..? is everything okay?” you ask, hearing his breathy moans and the sound of something slick in the background
“i’m—fuck—okay, just keep talking.” he mustered out. but you caught on to what was going on
“you’re jerking off to my voice, aren’t you?” you ask, and grin at his surprise. “well, don’t stop. maybe turn on your camera.”
he does. and shows you exactly what he’s doing. you tell him to slow down? he does. speed up? done!
he ends up cumming harder than he ever has, all thanks to your instruction
Leona Kingscholar
leona’s daily schedule looks like this: sleep, sleep, sleep, eat, be a hater, sleep, sleep
with all that sleep, definitely comes interesting dreams
you’ve been tasked with getting leona from his room. he’s been in there all day, and ruggie didn’t feel like getting him up
so you go to leona’s room. he’s still sleeping, but you notice something strange
he’s humping his mattress, groaning softly in his sleep. turns out he was having a really nice wet dream
ashamed yet intrigued, you watch as the beastman rolls his hips against his bed, his face scrunching in pleasure
in leona’s dream, he wasn’t rolling his clothed cock into his bed. instead, he was rolling his bare cock into your tight heat, while you take him so so well
you’re standing there, utterly entranced, but you’re snapped out of it when he says something—“hah… y/n..fuck, just like that.”
oh shit. did he know you were there!? no, if he did he’d have told you to leave so fast… that leaves only one other explanation. you were in his dream, whatever it was
leona suddenly rolls over onto his back, still unconscious as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, his hand slowly stroking from base to tip
he then speeds up his pace, moaning louder while still chanting your name
when he cums, his entire back arched off the bed, and you can see his spend shoot onto his stomach
he slowly starts to wake, wondering what the hell just happened. when you notice he was returning to consciousness, you immediately leave
a few minutes later, you knock on the door, shouting that you were coming in
when you entered, leona’s was standing shirtless, a towel in his hands and his pants hung low on his hips
“what d’ya want?” he asked in that lazy drawl of his
“ruggie sent me. time to get up.” you said, the left the room, trying desperately to pretend that you didn’t just witness the physical side of leona’s wet dream
Vil Schoenheit
vil would never admit he indulges in pleasuring himself. he knows it’s normal, but he has far more important things to tend to
he especially knows it’s best for stress relief, which he thinks about indulging in quite often
especially when it comes to you. sevens, you piss him off so bad without even trying
and tonight’s incident sends him over the edge. pomefiore was having some event, and vil was in the middle of all of it, looking ethereal as ever
then there’s you, doing shit to piss him off. he asked you multiple times to reel in your behavior, as it’s not very beautiful. but you didn’t care, so you continued annoying him
after you almost spilt your drink on him, he stormed off to a separate back room in the dorm
meanwhile, rook advises you go talk to vil, to try and ease the situation. so you follow after the agitated blond
when you approach the grand door to the room he’s in, you hear breathy moans and something that sounds wet
you creak the door open, and see vil sitting in a large plush chair, his hand strangling his cock
he’s vigorously stroking himself, moaning each time the palm of his hand twists over the sensitive tip
his other hand is tweaking his nipples, adding to the stimulation that goes directly to his cock. his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned abdomen
as he nears his peak, his moans grow louder, his hands moving quicker and with more purpose than before
he finally reached his peak, cum shooting up and splattering all over his chest. he’s breathing heavily, coming down from his high when you creep into the room and lock the door
“need some help? i do have to repay you, after all.” you say, walking towards him. once you reach him, you sit down between his legs, grabbing his half hard cock
safe to say, he got his payment in full
Rook Hunt
rook had no issue with creeping around your whereabouts. he had to make sure his favorite prey was safe, right?
his worst habit was peering inside the ramshackle windows at you. whether you were sleeping, cooking, or just sitting around, rook was watching
he also had a habit of taking photos of you without your knowledge
but he got his greatest photo one night, when you had gotten some gunk spilled all over you. you showered, and after stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel
what you didn’t know was that rook had not only seen your nude form in all its glory, but that he photographed it too
it was his best photo yet. you were in the middle of wrapping yourself towel around your body, all your front bits visible in the photo
rook felt his pants instantly become tight. he hurried back to pomefiore, where he hung up the photo of you on his wall
the next day, you were attending to some business in pomefiore, but couldn’t find rook—vil had tasked you with fetching his vice
so you go to rooks dorm, and open the door after knocking lightly. what you’re met with is a sight you never would’ve expected
rook is fully nude, kneeling on his bed, one hand gripped around his cock while the other is holding some sort of photograph. his eyes are shut tightly, lewd moans coming from his mouth. what you don’t know is he’s holding last nights photo
he doesn’t realize someone is standing there as he speaks, “ahh, mon cherie, how beautiful you’d look with my cock in you…. y/n..!”
he was imagining his hand was you. that he was relentlessly fucking himself into you
there’s no way he hadn’t sensed your presence yet—he’s a hunter for fucks sake! but to be safe, you slowly creep out of the room, acting as if nothing had happened
when the doors closed, rook grins. “aw, gone so soon.. truly ephemeral.”
Idia Shroud
to me, idia is a closeted pervert. he’ll secretly spy on you, create characters in his games that look like you, etc etc. but if anyone found out, he’d be mortified for life
one day, you notice that some of the appliances in ramshackle aren’t working the way they should be. so, you go to the best tech guy you know
when you enter ignihyde, you ask ortho where his brother is. ortho says that idia is in his room like always—so, you go to idias room
you lightly knock on the door before entering, and you’re met with idia in his gaming chair. on his computer screen is footage of two characters in some niche game having sex
you take a better look, and see that the characters look identical to you and idia
meanwhile, idia has his pants pooled around his thighs, his hoodie pushed up up his chest a bit, and his slender fingers working his cock
his eyes are tightly shut, and he’s panting like a dog in heat. the sight is lewd—he looks pathetic like this, yet it turns you on beyond belief
“idia..?” you call out, stepping closer until you’re standing between him and his desk. his eyes shoot open, and he turns completely red as he starts to cover himself
“w-what the hell are you doing in here? did you knock? did ortho send you? what do you need?” he rambled, clearly embarrassed about the situation
you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, one of your hands ghosting over his flushed cock
you pull away slightly, “need some tech help in ramshackle. help me, and maybe i’ll reward you.”
you then walk out, leaving him utterly entranced. he’s never been more eager to leave his room
Malleus Draconia
malleus was no stranger to his desires. however, he wasn’t sure how to handle them
his fae instincts tell him to claim by means of sex, but he knew that wasn’t possible
but this poor boy was so pent up, he didn’t know what to do :( it only got worse when you were around, and he could feel every cell in his body screaming to claim you as his own
he hadn’t been expecting anyone to come by his dorm room. he was nude, humping a pillow that normally sat unused in his closet
it felt so good, yet it wasn’t nearly enough to ease his urges
so imagine his surprise when you enter his dorm room, holding a notebook he had forgotten
“malleus..? oh my goodness, i’m so sorry, ill leave—“ you scramble to set down the notebook and leave, but he feels a surge of confidence
“no. stay. please..” he says, and when you look at his face, he has a desperate expression
so you stay. you close and lock the door, and then step forward, coming to his bed. “having trouble getting yourself off?”
he nods vigorously. “it would seem so. i’m not used to doing this.” he groans, sitting back on his bed, his lengthy and girthy cock standing proud
you gently wrap your hand around his length, earning a broken moan from the fae
“is this okay?” you ask as you begin slowly stroking him, sitting down next to him. he buries his face in your side, his hands clutching you tightly
“don’t stop.. it feels too good.” he whimpers
within minutes, he’s bucking desperately into your hand, then reaches his peak with a drawn out string of moans
his cum splatters onto your hand and his stomach, and he’s breathing heavily as he holds onto you for dear life
“you did so good for me.” you say tenderly, holding him close to you
he was your loyal gooner goner, and he wanted it to stay that way for a very long time
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia’s ancient—he knows how to control his urges that come with being a fae
he won’t sit and say that he doesn’t get those urges, he just knows how to keep them under control
but sometimes he feels like he can’t keep them under control whenever he’s around you
one day, after a bit too much joking around that could easily be mistaken for flirting, lilia has to escape to the empty music room before he embarrasses himself
he slowly takes out his cock, and carefully strokes himself
but within minutes, the slow and careful pace turns into something more desperate. his hand moves furiously as he bucks into his own grip
you had no clue where lilia ran off to, so you decided to play roulette and see where he ended up
your first choice was the music room—little did you know, he was right behind the door, creating a different kind of melody
you push open the door, taking your chances
what you’re met with is lilia coming down from his high, cum covering his hand
“lilia! uhm, you okay?” you ask tentatively, and he flashes you his brightest smile
“oh, just fine. releasing some steam.” he beams, his hand covered in his release, his softened cock still out of his pants
your face is bright red, realizing he doesn’t care the state you’re seeing him in
“oh, uh, okay. i’ll be going, so.. take care of business in here.” you say, then rush out
he sighs, finding a nearby roll of paper towels to clean himself off. “if only you had been here sooner. could’ve helped me out.” he mumbles to himself
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note from madz~ malleus 🤤 idia 🤤 i get carried away, what can i say
i’m getting reqs done as soon as i can! sorry it takes me a few days between each post, im kinda behind right now but im working hard for you guys 🥹 thank you for the continued support! madz kisses you all
portgas d. ace cannot fuckin’ believe this is happening.
portgas d. ace swallows. his calloused hand trembles as he snakes it into his unbuttoned shorts.
all the while, he can’t look away from you — his best friend — touching yourself.
this whole thing started with an awkward conversation about the half-hard cock digging into your backside after an afternoon nap. there was no avoiding it, not when ace buried his face in his hands and grumbled something about being pent up.
you, in turn, made a joke about how you haven’t gotten off in weeks.
ergo: you get it, you’re pent up, too.
there was a beat of tension. then:
“you… uh… i mean, if you need to… take care of it…?” you said, eyes darting to the curve straining against the front of his shorts. ace felt dizzy. you chewed your thumbnail.
isn’t that how most things like this start, slow and curious?
“i mean, we’re best friends,” are the words that put the metaphorical nail in the coffin, mumbled around the nervous habit of a bitten nail, “think of it as… mutual support...?”
he agreed too quickly, swallowing down a bout of unnerving want.
“right. i’ll do me. you do you," he rasped, head nodding and pupils blown wide, "yea. mutual support. good thinkin’, scraps."
that nickname felt like foreplay. it punched the air out of your lungs.
and so it began: mutual support. more like mutual masturbation, but who's correcting the record in a moment like this? not ace. definitely not ace.
no, portgas d. ace is too busy trying to remember how to breathe. is it hot in here? it feels hot in here. fuck, yep, it’s hot because he’s doing the thing — the thing where sparks of ignition dance across the sweat on his skin. it’s a dead giveaway that he’s excited. losing his edge.
your hand steadies under the waistband of your underwear, your head against the pillow. ace lies beside you, your shoulders barely touching, body heat bleeding into one another. your leg is thrown over his thigh, and your bunk has never felt smaller.
portgas d. ace is panting, and not once do his eyes break from yours.
not when you bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds, not when he thumbs the head of his throbbing cock, not when you slip your fingers through your folds. his jaw falls open, nostrils flare, and finally, his eyes fall to the pearling of your nipples through your tank top.
“fuck,” he mumbles, “…is this… is this okay?”
“yea. yea, it’s… it’s good. are y-you good?” you breathe, and your eyes fall to the sight of his cock, pulled from his shorts. you almost whine, because it’s pretty. thick and throbbing and he’s stroking himself faster now and his forearms flex while he does and that’s your best friend—
your faces are close now, shoulders touching. your toes curl against his calf. your eyes dart back up to his. he’s staring while he nods, his gaze is intense. enarmored. the look in your heavy-lidded eyes is no better.
portgas d. ace’s abdomen tenses, his breath stutters, and he sighs out:
"keep — fuck — keep looking at me like that."
you’re biting your lip again when you nod, working a tight circle against your clit beneath your bottoms. your lashes flutter, and your breath hitches higher, and you make a soft sound in the back of your throat. his mouth is parted, and so is yours, and when you both huff out a needy pant, it mingles.
portgas d. ace can’t resist. his eyes snake down again, toward where your fingers work themselves quicker and needier beneath your bottoms — ace wets his lips, curses to himself.
this is uncharted territory. the kind of territory that isn’t supposed to exist between best friends.
“fuck, you’re so hot,” the honest appraisal rushes out like a tie between a prayer and a revelation, “m’close, scraps—”
portgas d. ace is fucking up into his own hand while staring at you, and good fuckin’ god, it is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. his hips roll, his muscles tense, and you whine when you spy the precum beading at the head of his cock. you’re right there, right at the edge.
“—me too,” it breaks from your throat in a whisper; you squirm, and ace’s breath fans across your face, “i’m… i’m gonna—”
“yea?” his forehead knocks against yours, and he nods, “you gonna come?”
he’s goading you; his nose brushes against yours. you can’t help that his name trembles out of you with a hunger. “ace, ace—”
that’s all it takes. ace smothers the sound of his release in a kiss that’s devouring. it’s the sort of kiss that doesn’t happen between best friends. the kiss sends you over the edge, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that watching your best friend finish across his chest while you come around your own fingers isn’t really best friend material, either.
portgas d. ace, kissing you like a man starved while you finish hard enough to tremble, certainly isn’t going to complain. after all, you’re best friends. best friends help one another out.
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A love potion (an illicit creation of course, hidden in plain sight in the potions classroom) falls off the shelf onto you both.
The effects last, how long? A few hours, a day, a week? People try to tell you that you’re not dating, to be careful. If they try to keep you apart? Sevens help them.
The artificial high breaks down walls not even a real relationship could. Honest words are indecipherable amidst addled passion. Touch isn’t just wanted but needed. Jealousy and protectiveness are astronomical.
And when it fades away? They wake first in your Ramshackle bed, holding you ever so tightly.
Who panics? Who curses? Who smiles and snuggles into you to wait for the alarm, fully ready to keep pretending, curious if you will too?
And what happens when you learn that love potions are most effective when there are preexisting feelings? (Potential angst option: love potions only work when there are NO preexisting romantic feelings.) What if the potion hits you both, you definitely meet each other’s eyes before anyone else, but nothing happens? Nothing changes, rather.
And, one must ask, who made it in the first place? Was it really an accident? Or was someone else planning to use it to seduce the prefect, infuriated that he was doused with you…?
And the aftermath? Oh sevens… Who immediately confesses? Who resolves to never look at you again? Who is angry? Who decides to make it your problem? How many friends are left groaning in agony when you two go back to your awkward tsundere nonsense?
Suggestive under the cut:
Rather than one vial, someone bumped an entire potion shelf you two were standing beside, and all kinds of nasty magic ingredients and unknown potions spilled on you. You rush to the emergency chemical shower and help scrub each other down, worried sick. …and of course you make out in the shower stall, only a curtain between you and potential witnesses.
Your time under the influence of the love potion is half spent in the infirmary encouraging each other to choke down antidotes and waiting for additional spells to wear off. The nurse can’t stop him from pushing his cot next to yours as you both sleep off your various effects, waking to dab each other’s brow and make them drink water. (It’s all the poor nurse can do to keep the curtains open and ensure someone is always in the room so you two don’t misbehave)
Pls imagine with me: Floyd leaning “casually” against the shelf, and when the targets are in position, he baps the vial off the shelf like a cat.
Thanks for reading! I’m planning to write for twst sometime (this year… probably): first kiss and first time, arranged marriage/fake relationships, and maybe more if I have the ideas 🥰
okay ONE more (promise) (🤞) because I wanted to do full-bodies. :U ...and also I realized that Skully actually needed the coat arms wrapping around him. it was an extremely necessary correction.
(the senior citizen discount joke was originally going to be about kids-eat-free instead, except then I realized that there was no way I could picture them running that scam except this:)
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