ᥫ᭡. Riddle Rosehearts ᥫ᭡.

The calm evening breeze peeks through his window, his eyes catching how the pages of the book he's reading flutter. Grey eyes study the pages, wearied from revision since who knows how long. It's only when a whine escapes your lips that he looks up, eyes widening in shock as you stretch. The top you wear rides up your ribcage, showing off your figure. Your eyes are closed as you groan from how utterly tired you are. The fatigue leaves your body with a pop as you replicate the stances a cat might when as fatigued as you, wanting to laze around.

All he can think in the moment is how beautiful you are.

It's not as if you notice how Riddle's gaze never once leaves you, his face suddenly as red as the roses Cater had painted. He shouldn't stare, it isn't gentlemanly and not appropriate in any way - no matter how close you are to him. Not even if you're his lover. He has half a mind to scold you, to give you a lecture about how mustn't do so in front of him and much less others. Though, for some reason no words leave his lips and it's only then that he realizes that he's been subtly chewing on them, biting the flesh ever so slightly that it's a pretty pink. He's quite cute at the moment, utterly mesmerized by you - trying to look away, but he can't. He doesn't want to.

He's warm all over when you look back at him, opening your eyes and offering him a lazy smile - body splawed in a manner that only gave leeway to lewd thoughts. He feels so awfully guilty, his rosy cheeks burning a fire inside him. A feeling so rough as though a thorny rose bush was crawling inside him, wrapping around his heart till it burst. A fire traveling down his body to places it shouldn't.

He only looked away in response with a flustered scoff, making it clear that he was embarrassed. However, you weren't sure why. You could only crawl towards him from the other side of the bed, wanting to be closer to your love. He wished for the moment, to maintain his dignity, that you didn't. For the manner in which you came his way could only be called seductive, as if you wanted to ruin him or get ruined yourself.

He scolded himself internally, trying his best to maintain his composure. He felt so horrible for what he was thinking, the way he was thinking about you. It sullied you, and with the way he was raised he felt as though he'd committed a grave sin. His ashy eyes fell onto you once you'd reached him, curling into his side with a playful smile. You were so endearing yet so distracting.

You had no clue what you were doing to him, did you? Not when you leaned over to kiss him. It was tantalizing, playing with the restraint he was trying to withold.

Nevertheless, the book slipped from his hands and his lips met yours. One kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

ᥫ᭡. Leona Kingscholar ᥫ᭡.

A peaceful slumber is all he wanted really, what else did he ever want? The short answer was: You. If there was one thing he'd rather have other than sleep, it would be you - in more ways than one.

It was a hot afternoon and with how Leona was, he planned on taking a long nap. Of course, with you in his arms, cuddled and huddled up to him. It would be hot and sweaty, though no matter how much you tried he wouldn't let go - at least not till half an hour. That was how it was meant to go. A simple nap and maybe some cuddling.

Unfortunately it didn't go that way. Not when he couldn't get a wink of sleep with how you clung to him, a leg over his - bodies touching as if melting into one. No space in between your bodies as if you were waltzing in bed. You nape was exposed too, as if tempting him to take a bite of a forbidden fruit. Yet your slumber was so peaceful, such an adorable sight.

He felt awful for how hot he felt, his face tinged crimson with fluster. He could only stare, for the first time feeling unsure where to touch. You were asleep and here he was thinking about the position the both of you were in, how vulnerable you were around him. How lucky was he for such a wonderful gift. He was scared to either wake you or something within himself - yeah he felt like such a dick, quite awful. Not very princely of him, huh?

It's only when you opened your eyes, asking what was wrong that he realized how long he'd been staring. Though it was surely your fault, if you'd simply stayed asleep he could ignore it - now though? It was so different.

Your arms clung around his neck, pulling him closer and your legs tightened around his hips. It was innocent enough, to you maybe - it could be a sign to cuddle and kiss. To him? All he could think about was how you'd look after hours and hours of intimacy. How hoarse your voice would be, how you'd shake and tremble at his touch - how you might feel even a morsel of the yearning he felt for you in the most carnal manner possible. How sore you'd be in every part of your body and how long the both of you would go on and on and on.

Don't blame him for finishing what you started, especially when you pulled him into a deep kiss. Needless to say, it would be long before you left his room. Not that you mind.

ᥫ᭡. Azul Ashengrotto ᥫ᭡.

The clean scent of the sea melted into a warm musk filled Azul's office. The desk filled with paperwork and contracts from poor unfortunate souls whom he'd save so graciously.

But who's going to to save him from you?

It's not that you're doing anything, simply sitting on a plush lounge chair, knees huddled with the slightest gap between, and hands holding your phone that you're seemingly engrossed in. Maybe it's because you're doing nothing that his mind is wandering.

Your lips part before you begin to bite them again - He can't look away. In fact, he hasn't finished a single document since you came in. All he's done is try and try only to be distracted by you - the way you clumsily laugh at a meme or the way you sigh, waiting for him to be done for the day. And yet all he thinks about is how you'd taste and how you'd feel.

With the way you sit there, it's as if you want him to be shameless. As if you want him to lose it and act on these impudent thoughts. Suddenly the room feels hot as his suit clings to him. You look up to him, smiling and asking how far he's done with work - he's certainly not and it seems he won't be anytime soon. Not when you're walking up to him and looking down at him with those eyes - what's a poor unfortunate soul like him meant to do when you've stolen his heart?

You lean over his table complaining, joking of course, about how long he's taking. And all he does is look at your plush lips, then your collarbone, and then down to your legs. He feels guilty, he doesn't want to look at you this way - what if you find him disgusting? It's wrong isn't it? Even if you're his lover.

But then he wonder again, is it so wrong to long for you in the manner he is? When you're this beautiful? As ethereal as a pearl, one he wants to cage within his arms.

Is it so wrong to want to kiss you right here and right now? Ignore all the paperwork he has, to melt into a heap of cuddles and your warm embrace? To have you so selfishly?

You didn't even need a contract, all you did was bat those lashes and give him that smile - one that left blood rushing to every part of his body.

So don't blame him after sitting down on his lap, because you both know where that's going to go - especially given the look in his eyes, all clouded in hunger and the need to worship.

ᥫ᭡. Kalim Al-Asim ᥫ᭡.

Loving comes naturally to Kalim with how happy he always seems, ready to include everyone. Though it's so different with you, it's so real. Devoid of performative actions to appeal to you on the surface, instead he truly wants you to like him for him. That true love written in fairy tales, that's what he'd compare to what the both of you share. All rosy cheeks, flustered words, and holding hands during the sunset. Kissing under the moonlight without a care of what comes tomorrow.

It's more than perfect. It's where his home lies, deep in your arms. That's where he is at the moment, simply cuddling with you. His head lies in your lap while his arms wrap around your waist. His face nuzzles into your chest as you lay back into dozens of silken pillows. Your hands find his milky hair, massaging his scalp slowly. It's the most sugary moment ever, like candied apples and cotton candy.

So why is it that Kalim's head is going to a place it certainly shouldn't - when you're doing the most innocent thing like scratching his head. When you're simply talking about your day. When all you're doing is speaking. So why does it feel so tempting, why does he feel so needy?

All he can do is focus on the proximity, the way his face nuzzles into your chest. The way his arms wrap around your waist. The way your floral perfume fills his nose, the one he got you.

It's suddenly so intimate, so sensual. Maybe it's the fact that you're covered things he's gotten for you, that fact makes him feel a certain way he hasn't before - the realization takes root in something other than joy. A feeling that blooms into something sensual and possessive. His body seems to act on his own, holding you closer and tighter. It's a failed attempt to clear his head since the embrace only gives a push to arousing thoughts. The fact that if he moved a little more he could push you down on the plush bed and be on top of you while you're under him-

It's you who brings him back from his thoughts, a giggle leaving your lips as you repeat a joke you'd apparently said which he failed to hear. You thought he was daydreaming.

Surely thinking of making love to you could classify as such, right? Maybe he's not as innocent as everyone thinks.

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Trey Clover

Everything was perfect. The kitchen was quiet, the air thick with sugar and tension, and Trey had you backed against the counter, voice low and teasing as his lips brushed your ear.

“You taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever baked…”

His hands slid around your waist, lips ghosting along your jawline when—


CRASH.

“YO TREY! Did you put those tarts in the oven—”

Ace burst through the door, freezing when he spotted the two of you tangled together like frosting on warm cake.

Trey jolted back with an awkward chuckle, eyes wide.

“Ace—!”

“Oh. Ohhh. My bad. Real bad. Continue. Or not. I’ll just—bye!” slams door

You sighed, untangling from Trey’s arms.

“Yeah… the mood’s gone, thanks Ace…”

you muttered and left, cheeks flushed in irritation.

Trey stood there, stunned for a second. Then, quietly:

“Ace is never eating anything I bake again.”

Later that night, he showed up at your dorm with a slice of your favorite pie and the softest apology kisses you’ve ever tasted.

Leona Kingscholar

The sun was setting over the sands of Savannaclaw’s yard, but inside Leona’s dorm room? The heat was from something entirely different.

You were pinned beneath him, his voice low and growly as he nipped at your throat, smirking when you shivered.

“Told ya I could make you purr, herbivore…”

But then—


BANG

“Oi, Leona! You left your stupid practice schedule out and now Vargas is—”


Ruggie’s voice froze mid-sentence.

Leona slowly lifted his head from your neck, and Ruggie turned a delightful shade of oh no.

“...My bad, boss.”

You wriggled free, cheeks hot and mood completely dead.

“Well, that’s ruined. The mood’s gone. Good bye Leona.”

You left with a sigh. Leona blinked once.

Then:

“Ruggie.”

“...Yeah?”

“You’re cleaning the training yard alone for a month...”

“Yeah… I know that’s coming… shit…”

Later that night, Leona tracked you down and wordlessly pulled you into his lap, whispering against your collarbone:

“Let me fix the mood. Right now.”

Floyd Leech

You were breathless, half-laughing and squirming beneath Floyd on his bed. His fingers grazed your thigh, teeth just barely nipping your earlobe as he growled:

“Shrimpy looks so biteable tonight…”

Your fingers tangled in his shirt. His knee nudged yours apart—

Knock knock. Door opens anyway.

“Floyd, Azul wanted to remind you to—”


Jade blinked. Stared. Blinked again.

“Ah. You’re... busy. My bad.”

Floyd turned his head slowly.

“Jade...”

“Just passing through.” click Door closes.

You groaned, shoving your face into Floyd’s chest.

“Mood’s gone,” you muttered. “Completely gone.”

You stood and left. Floyd looked betrayed.

“But shrimpy...! We were at the good part… nooo…!”

Later that night, he pouted on your bed, peppering you with annoyed kisses like a sad eel.

“Stupid Jade. Mood killer. I’ll get you back in the mood, Shrimpy... even if I gotta start from scratch~”

Jamil Viper

The music was slow, the lights low, and Jamil had you caged against his room wall, voice husky with restraint as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me…?”

He kissed you, hot and firm. Your hands slid under his shirt—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—BANG.

“Jamil!! Are you in here?! I learned a new trick with the flying carpet and—OH!”

Kalim stood in the doorway, eyes wide with genuine innocence.

You gasped, pushing Jamil back.

“Kalim!” You both screamed.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! You two looked busy!” door slams shut

You straightened your clothes, flustered and groaning.

“thanks to Kalim…Mood’s gone. Se you later Jamil.”

You left. Jamil stood frozen for three seconds.

“...I’m going to hex that carpet.”

Later, he cornered you in the hallway, muttering

“Im sorry for what happened, I’ll triple-lock the door next time.”

Idia Shroud

You were in his room… yes, the room. The glowing screens, and Idia looking like he might combust from how hard he was trying to be smooth.

“Uhh... so... if you wanted to, like, maybe... take this to, um, level 18?”

Your lips were already on his. His hair flickered neon pink as his hands trembled on your waist—

DING DING!


Ortho's voice chirped from behind the closed door

“Big Brother! You said you’d test my new program pack today! Should I come in—?”

“NOOOOOOO—!!”

Idia dove off you so fast he might’ve phased into the digital plane.

You blinked.

“Yeah. That killed it. Mood’s gone. I think it would be better if I go now.”

And you walked out. He groaned into a pillow, hair now a dull blue.

“I’m gonna fake my own death. Then I’ll haunt the server room and live in eternal shame.”

Later, he shyly tapped on your door with snacks and a very nervous

“I promise… it’s never gonna happen again…”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia had you right where he wanted you—against his chest, your breath shallow, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Careful, my love. Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll have to bite…”

You squeaked. He smirked.

“So delicious when you tremble.”

His hands wandered lower when—


SLAM.

“LILIA-SAMA!? I HEARD STRANGE SOUNDS—!”

Sebek burst in, wild-eyed and shouting.

“Sebek!” you both yelled at once.

You scrambled away from Lilia, flushed and fuming.

“Mood’s gone. I’m done! Bye.”

You stormed out while Lilia slowly turned to Sebek, a twitch in his brow.

“...boy… we gonna have a really fun training tomorrow… I hope you’re ready.”

Later, Lilia showed up at your window, upside-down, charming as ever.

“Now... where were we, my dear~?”

ᥫ᭡. Rollo Flamme ᥫ᭡.

Holy light seems to bathe you whenever his teal eyes spot you, like a chapel itself opening for your entrance. You're a deity, meant to be worshiped and prayed to. You're a sanctuary, one he'll bring offerings if to only earn your gaze for a moment. He years for a simple word from your mouth, the honeyed feeling too addictive to let go off.

You won't believe how his heart wrenched in glee when you kissed him for the first time - even such an inappropriate gesture was like bathing in holy water when it came from you.

He's sure the angels sent you to him for a good deed he must've committed in his last life. Beauty conforms to you and everything that you do. He's sure he sees flowers blooming wherever you step, life bursting and frolicking from your mere presence. Your actions seem to mesmerize him with the elegance you hold, the grace you present yourself with. The feeling of seeing you blossom is such a pure emotion that his heart races at even the smallest actions you do.

You're divine in every form. You may not agree, but he couldn't disagree more. You are seraphic, the utter definition of an idol. He can only kneel at your altar, tense with the illusive thoughts circling his mind. It's like the magic of that beast, Malleus - thorns seem to wrap around his heart in red rage. Thorns of lust.

After all, he is still man. He is bound to sin.

He feels nothing but disgust towards himself for thinking of you in such a manner. The one he sees as a divine being - his god, his deity - is the one he wants to rob off purity. He repents day and night, hoping for that tainted image to leave his mind but he cannot help it - the way in which you contort in pleasure in his mind - it's such a blissful view. The maggots in his brain simply feed off his lust and rebrand that sin. The sin that is you.

It's a lust for your being, your very vassal that holds all your thoughts and consceince. He's merely one of the many devotees you must have. He's been given the graciously chance to be your servant - the one overseeing your heart. You choose to call him your lover, but to accept such a fantasy? Shades of fuchsia embrace his face and specks of heat crawl from inside his skin. The feeling of fluster leaves him shy like a virgin maiden. The thought seems too audacious, how could someone like him ever be your lover?

But then again, comes the ideal that someone else - an inferior degenerate, laying his hands on you - blisters his very core. At those moments he ponders lighting the world on fire, watching it all burn if only to keep you safe from monsters. Someone like you needs protection from those sinful creatures, those mages. Though he wields such evil magic himself, he's the only one qualified to have you. The only one who can keep you and your dear smile safe.

Yet it's that very energy which forces these roles in his mind that represses him. He sees you as untouchable, a superior - the purest in this world. Then you say and accept him into your heart? Despite the demons in his mind? Despite how lowly he is? You're too benevolent. Would you still think the same way if you knew what he wanted to do to you? What he wanted to do with you?

He wants to harmonize his body with yours, the the melody of a choir. The sweaty slapping of skin would be holy if it came from you - anything for your pleasure. But even he knows his thoughts are selfish, he's no better than those degenerates.

Do you not see what you're doing? The way his vassal begins to tremble, warmth creeping from the underworld of his mind. It whispers to him, you know? To bed you, to devour your - to worship you in the most unholy ways. To fulfill your needs and to maybe, if you'd allow him, pleasure himself with the mere image of your body. Just a glimpse is enough, he swears - but deep inside he knows nothing could ever satiate his hunger for you. The devil inside him knows it isn't enough. He wants more, he wants you whole - he wants your lust, to see arousal in your eyes, if only to know that he isn't going mad. That you want him just as much he wants you. That you accept him despite his flaws, that you want to be ruined. He's not like this, he tells himself. This is wrong.

You are meant to be cherished, not ruined.

Ah, but the thought of having you under him exhilarates him. He's breathless just thinking about it. Especially when you lay on your bed. You're teasing him, toying with his heart - watching him try and keep his resolve. He swears he will, he won't lay a hand on you. No matter how you tantalize him. He will prove to you just how disciplined he is.

But when you beckon him closer, how is he supposed to remain calm? How is he meant to keep his hands to himself without touching you when you're so near? You tell him how much you love him, how much you adore him and all he can think of is undressing you. He's a fiend and he deserves to rot and repent in hell for eternity.

He would call you temptation but how could someone so sweet trick him? Surely he's the one in the wrong. Though, even if you are the devil in disguise he has no desire to leave - he's far too deep to leave this haven you've created.

But then you're pulling him much closer and pulling him into the sweetest kiss. All he wants to do is hold this angel underneath him - pin you to the mattress and watch as it creaks from your weight. He wants to ruin a part of you, only for it to make you so much more angelic in his eyes.

He wants to feel seraphic bliss turn unholy as he sins.

Truly, your kindness has no bounds as you let him make love to you. Holding you down as he prays to the altar that is your body. Pleasuring you underneath you, only to fuse into the feeling of sin.

Yes, you're truly a deity. His god, the one he prays to in your chambers. The one he praises for purity, the one he devours till there's nothing left to consume. He'll go as long as you'll allow him, to feel the blessing of your body accumulate and simmer into his own. He is your only sin, and you are his only virtue.

So let him indulge this once, that's what he says every nightfall.

ᥫ᭡. Skully J. Graves ᥫ᭡.

You're an anomaly, really you are. Every action of yours captivates him just as Halloween does. He truly feels as though you're his missing piece - The Sally to his Jack perhaps? It's not unusual for him to be in one's personal space and the same applies to you, even more so. It's like he can't stay away, not from you. Like a moth to flame he will linger, just to burn into you. He will observe with those pumpkin eyes of his, the ends of his mouth curving into an unruly skeletal smile.

You're hauntingly beautiful.

Just as much he loves Halloween, he loves you the same. You're fascinating, can you blame him for wanting you all to himself? He wants you under him, above him - anywhere, as long as you're next to him. And just as his ideals for Halloween are, he wants to feel the adrenaline of love with you. He wants be be alone with you and he refuses to share. You're his and will only ever be his, just he will remain yours for dreadful eternity.

But it's those moments in the night that have him red all over. It's the physical aspect that gets him reeling. Seeing you unwind for the day, doing absolutely nothing. And trust him, he's as gentlemanly one can be. Keen on kissing your hand and bowing to you - but, he can't help but indulge when with you.

His eyes will linger in places they shouldn't, his hands will wander everywhere at once. All he wants is to feel your heartbeat against his skin, won't you let him?

So don't mind when he kisses up your arm, and when you let him he'll be left hot all over. It's this inviting part of you that bewitches him. The times when your lips part to whisper sweet nothings to him, how you love him so. Only, he's imagining how much he wants your lips to kiss his skin while he dissolves into you.

Skully is sophisticated, surely he can't kiss you with no words - so he asks, he pleads for you to let him kiss you. He's not sure why he's so nervous, jittery around you - like a ball of energy that shakes until you release it. He wants - no needs - to hear you say it, how much you want him and only then can he let himself be gone.

Feral could be a way to describe what he is in these moments, the time's where he's pinned you with hands by your sides. The part where his magnificent eyes give you a look that tells you he's crazy for you. The way he stops everything to look at you - into your eyes and then down your whole body.

He's so in love that it's ridiculous.

He's not rude, he swears. But the manner in which he wants your clothes off is impatient, it's needy. He's pouty as he leaves marks all over you and he's untamed in the way he moves. He wants you whole, so much so that he wants to feed on you. He wants to eat your heart, so that you're solely his. He wants proof on your skin, to see evidence of the nights you've shared.

All boundaries must be crossed as he meets your gaze. It's a need to pull you close, to feel you deep in his mind as he ruthlessly ruts into you.

He wants to be so close so he can hear your touch in his mind, feel you inside his heart, and have your taste in his mouth for eternity. Once isn't enough, he must have you at all moments.

ᥫ᭡. Floyd Leech ᥫ᭡.

Fickle. That's what Floyd's interest is. His attention on something lands only for a while as it captivates him. One could come back to check after only a moment and he's already lost the interest. It's like seeing a spoiled child find a new toy only to demand for something better. His moods are no different - he's hot and cold. He'll break someone's bones for looking at him wrong or he might hug someone in delight for that same look. It doesn't matter what you do, he'll do what he wants and when he wants.

However, the thought that he's mental isn't right.

But that's merely the surface level of things. He isn't as senseless as people assume, in fact he knows what he does is wrong. He's not heartless either but he's certainly no saint. And no matter what you may offer, he'll leave it soon enough.

Wrong.

That's what he used to think but you changed his ideal. He hates how corny it is, how someone as silly as his Shrimpy could keep him on a leesh.

A creature as sick as you should be put down.

Every time he'd leave, he'd only return more interested. But interest wasn't the right word either. Sure, it started with mere amusement at your expression maybe some mockery too. It changed soon enough and he'd figured that the heat on his skin wasn't from anger but sappy love.

Yuck. He'd gone all soft.

But there was this part of him that couldn't hide the giddy smile on his lips when you were around. That predatory feeling in his mind only extended into his heart. Rather than hunting you to break your bones, he hunted you to squeeze - to place his face in the crook of your neck and let the scent of your shampoo hit his nose.

This sappy feeling wasn't all bad when someone so cute was involved.

He wasn't gonna fight it, not when he had his Shrimpy all to himself. Not when he could cling to you all he wanted. Not when both your walls had gone down and certainly not when he felt so free. It was nice having someone to hug at night, someone who didn't get him all upset in a short span of time.

Someone he wanted to hear mewl and shriek from how rough he could be.

As touchy as he was, the thought of actually fucking? That didn't hit him until later. Not at all really. But when it did, he couldn't ignore it. Once he'd figured out that the this red hot feeling under his clothes, and this mind fogging urge wasn't the need to bloody his knuckles.

It clicked.

Why he was so jumpy and lax at the same time? The reason he wanted to see someone limp under him - not in the manner in which he treated other fishies where they'd be knocked out and bleedin' by the time he was done.

This was different.

It clicked so stupidly too. Seeing you scrolling on your phone in his room, on his bed. The fact that you were there on a silver platter, all for him. The way your hair fell in front of your eyes and the manner in which you'd occasionally stretch. You wanted him just as bad, didn't ya?

Especially when you had the gall to open your mouth all wide n' big, not even making eye contact. Don't blame him.

Were these thoughts wrong? He wasn't sure. It made him feel nervous, sure. But he didn't think it was wrong. Who wouldn't feel this way looking at you? However, the thought that others had the same picture of you that he had - the one where you were all squeaky under him as he rutted with animalistic passion - ticked him off.

So best make sure no one even dares, right?

It starts with a hug - lanky arms wrapping at your body from behind as he pushes you skintight against him. Not even a needle could pass between the two of you. The embrace is tight and his breathing is heavy. He'll make it so clear what he wants, not an ounce of shame in his voice once you're this close.

You'll be blushing by the time he's don telling you exactly what he wants to do you and what he's gonna make you do to him.

Before you know it, he's nibbling your neck with your hands pinned down. His licking that one spot in your neck, his jagged teeth teasing the area but not biting just yet. He wants to feel you squirm from how good you're feeling.

It's your fault really, actin' all tempting and gasping in surprise. How's he supposed to resist your cute reactions when he's such a bad bad guy?

You knew what you were getting into when you kissed him for the first time.

He'll treat you real nice, tough you up a bit - but it's nothing you'll be complaining about once you're done. Not that you'll be speaking much with how sore your throat is, and how he's still energized to for another round.

His one demand is that you let him mark you up all purple in hickeys, so those little fishes don't go takin' what's his.

ᥫ᭡. Jade Leech ᥫ᭡.

Calm, calculating, and composed. That is the persona that Jade maintains at all times - you'll never catch him off guard in that sense. He won't let anyone do so.

He didn't think he'd take those words back. He wasn't one for things like love, but it caught him off guard. That feeling had him realize how stupid love makes a person, how it creeps inside his mind like a leech.

He wanted to get rid of that feeling and he made it hard for you to love him, at first. That was until he realized just how careful you have to be with the one you care for. When he realized this feeling wasn't sick amusement. He never knew how your pain could become his and that was what truly hammered the realization that he'd fallen. Hard.

Though, it wasn't knowing he loved you that made him distraught. It was the desperation that came with it, the utter feeling of being depraved. It lay in the moments of silence at night, the times where he said nothing and merely observed.

He can't help himself, he needs something raw and beastial.

It was in those moments that he found his cheeks were rosy and his body warm. It was that feeling in his gut, the kind that ate at his guts. It whispered in his mind to consume you when you'd look up at him. The times where you'd simply be doing nothing and everything - the simple little show of skin was enough.

It made him want to do horrible things, just to feel you whine against his chest.

It was hard to be gentlemanly around someone teasing him like this. It was worse that you did so unknowingly while he simmered in his need for you. He hated it.

How could you be so composed when he felt like a dog, like he was in heat.

It was the feeling that gnawed at him to take you, to pin you underneath him and hear the way you'd cry from sweet relief. The little swinging of your legs when you'd sit in a chair or the way you massaged your neck from fatigue, it all made him want to hammer into you.

The sweaty joining of bodies in a symphony of grunts and pants. The sinful feeling of you clawing at his back as he tasted you over and over again. He craved it.

And when he finally had you? It was pure bliss.

The manner in which you fit in his embrace as he kissed you. The way he lost his composure at how you'd look at him. How impatient you made him, it was so amusing. It made him gleeful the way you had him in the palm of your hand.

He'd play as your little needy puppet as long as you acted like his. It was only fair.

He wanted to make you feel just as helpless yet just as ecstatic. he wanted to see you writhe underneath him as he crumbled on top of you. He wanted you to be his freak show and watch you locked up in his arms until he'd had his fill.

By the end of it all, your voice would hoarse from calling his name and body sore with bite marks all over. He'll merely smile before pulling you in once more.

You wouldn't be going anywhere until you felt the brunt of his need.

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ʚ⁺˖↪ AZUL

Has a better time handling his awe and excitement, albeit if you observe enough, you’ll notice he becomes stiffer. Everywhere.

“Ah, darling, we don’t want to catch anyone’s attention, yes?” That’s his attempt to quiet you without letting his excitement seep through his façade. Not that his success is perfect; you can hear his breathing grow heavier.

He can’t stop looking at your face, at your parted lips, expecting another sound of pleasure to spill from them. Your reaction feels like praise to him, both a reward and evidence of his performance. All that effort into detail, into noting what caused you to curl your fingers into his bedsheets (or into him), finally paid off. His goal has always been to bring you the most pleasure.

He wouldn’t admit it yet, but you had him wrapped around your finger.

Once done, there’s nothing you can do to erase that complacent smirk off his face. Expect him to exploit your weak spots for the following sessions.

ʚ⁺˖↪ VIL

The absence of Vil’s fingers from your tightness makes you shiver, the temperature of the room settling into your heated skin. You braced yourself for Vil’s corrective measures.

“Control yourself, my dear.”

Vil did enjoy the fact that you were so lost in pleasure, you couldn’t silence yourself. Regardless, under the guise of discipline, he’s rather selfish at the thought of someone outside picking up on your sinful noises.

You nod, desperate for him to go back between your thighs and resume what he was doing. Those fingers that knew the right way to touch you until you couldn’t think of anything else, yet as unforgiving as they were satisfying.

A shiver makes you tremble when Vil goes back to the position they were in, but not at the same pace. His strokes were slower.

If you can hold back, Vil will pleasure you like you want him to. Else, he’ll stop and start over again until you can.

Maybe your eyes are teary by the time it ends, sensitive from how many times he has delayed your orgasm until you’ve learned to keep quiet. Alternatively, the corrective measures didn’t feel as eternal if you managed from the start. Needless to say, his aftercare soothes every ache.

ʚ⁺˖↪ LILIA

He immediately perks up and repeats what he did, no hesitation.

You try to speak, to warn him that you’re about to cum if he doesn’t relent soon, but the continuous onslaught of pleasure makes it hard. At your desperation, he only giggles, teasing your neck with his tongue and fangs.

“Why didn’t you let out such cute sounds sooner? I’m in love with them, keep them coming.” Lilia taunts you, not a speck of bashfulness present. He’s having the time of his life pulling reaction after reaction out of you.

He doesn’t care if someone listens. A rather unabashed fae you’ve tangled yourself with.

No amount of squirming will work; Lilia is ruthless when you give him a taste of your sensitive spot. Even if you cum once, expect Lilia’s hands to find their way between your legs for another round. He might be old by human standards, but that doesn’t mean he’s isn't brimming with energy.

After Lilia has made sure you’re a mess in his bed, expect him to find ways to still tease you. With love, of course.

• So, yes, inexperienced kisser for obvious reasons. You'd probably have to take the lead, which he'll let you do, because he just isn't sure what is and isn't acceptable. He'll mirror your actions - if you hold him, he'll hold you back - and before you know it, he's actually learning.

• He was just about getting the hang of it when you two were interrupted by-- "Whoa."

• Riddle's eyes snapped open in an instant, meeting Ace's wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression. He takes a second too long to actually push you off of him, his face burning as the first year continues to just stand there in shock.

• "Get OUT!" Riddle shrieked, and that seemed to snap Ace out of whatever daze he was in, because he raised his hands in surrender and slowly backed out of the room like he was trying to escape a wild animal.

• "Don't EVER come into my room uninvited! Have you any clue how rude that is?!" - "Dude, I'm sorry!" - "A-and the audacity to just stand there and gawk-- if you tell anyone, Trappola, by the Seven, I won't just be using my Signature Spell to remove the head from your shoulders!"

• Just when you think Ace is finally leaving and Riddle is going to close the door again, the boy just had to get one final quip in. "Didn't know you had it in you."

• Riddle turns impossibly redder at that and marches right back out the door to chase Ace down, and you sit with your head in your hands, knowing you'll have to continue where you left off some other day.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona, despite spending most of his days lounging around, is near constantly stressed out and exhausted. Of course, he's got his Dorm to fret over, as well as the Spelldrive team, but most of it comes from being way too in his head and having no-one around to take him out of it.

• This changes in a relationship, and I have no idea what the popular consensus is on Leona as a boyfriend; but I see him as surprisingly clingy.

• Not in public, but I mean that whenever you're around him, he'll pull whatever tricks he has to in order to make you stay. He's a terrible influence on this front because he will encourage you to skip classes and any other responsibilities too.

• Leona is honestly kind of manipulative lmao. If you two are cuddling and you need to leave, his strategies for making you stay vary. Sometimes he'll try to act "cute". I mean talking very softly in your ear, suddenly deciding he wants to lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck (and he's just sooo comfortable now, please don't disturb him), big cat-like stretching, intentionally swishing his tail a bit, overall playing it up in the hopes of tempting you into staying for longer. And no, he does not feel any shame about this.

• Other times, he takes a more direct approach. Why would you ever choose to go to your boring-ass classes over making out with your very attractive boyfriend? Do you like history more than having his tongue in your mouth? I didn't think so.

• The problem with doing this in the botanical garden is that it is a very public and easily accessible area. And there are certain people who know they can find Leona there.

• "Leonaaa! C'mon, time to get up, you've got-- Oh."

• Leona turns his head, keeping his arms around your hips, not bothering to move you off of him. He sighed, exasperated. "Leave, Ruggie."

• "Shishishi, no need to get all aggro on me! I'm only here 'cause you're gonna miss another Alchemy class - not like I could've known you were getting busy in here."

• Leona scowled, and to your surprise and slight mortification, he grabbed your face and went right back to kissing you as if there wasn't a live audience stood right there. Thankfully, this seemed to have the desired effect, because the next thing you heard from Ruggie was a loud "ew, man! Fine! No skin off my back!" Followed by him quickly scampering away.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• Azul is a lot of fun to distract.

• He doesn't mind having you in the same room as him as he goes through the Mostro Lounge's necessary paperwork for the day, he's good enough at multitasking that he can usually hold a conversation with you while he works. But when it's been a while since he's last looked up at you, maybe you start to feel a little neglected.

• You move your chair closer to his and he goes stiff for a brief second when you rest your head on his shoulder, but relaxes soon after. Just as he starts to write again, you snake your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his neck.

• He goes still again, face burning up as he tries to look like he's casually re-adjusting his glasses. "What are you up to?" You don't miss the way his voice wavers, and he finally meets your eyes, blushing more at the realisation that you've been staring at his face.

• "You're not paying attention to me." Azul gives a shy little laugh at that, turning around in his chair to face you. "Well, I am now."

• You kiss him, and he kisses back, either pulling you closer to hold in his lap or, if you're taller than him, being the one held in yours. Things were just barely getting started when you hear the door creak open and he shoves you away in record time.

• "Oh my," Clearly his save didn't do much though, because Jade can still see the two of you standing there red-faced and dishevelled, and puts the pieces together on his own. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

• "No," Azul claims, fixing his glasses that were hanging lopsided on his face. "What do you want?"

• "Oh no, I'm sure it can wait until you two are done here. Clearly this is more important than customer feedback." - "Jade, just tell me what it is." - "It is not as if Floyd and I were working ourselves to the bone running the Lounge in your absence while you were busy entertaining yourselves in here." - "Jade."

• By the way, yes Jade will tell Floyd about this, and no you both will never escape the teasing.

JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil is often too busy to have as much alone time with you as he would like, and given a lot of his job is dedicated to making sure Kalim doesn't die, he can't really afford any distractions. Though he has absolutely considered leaving the Housewarden to his own devices for a while so that he can sneak off to be with you, the fault would be entirely on him if anything did go wrong, so alas.

• Still, there are moments where he can have his guard down. As long as there's no threat of any potential danger, and his work then more-so becomes making sure the dormitories are clean. He really would much rather be spending his time with you on the occasions you visit the Scarabia dorm though, which is why he doesn't complain when you shove him into a nearby broom closet, close the door behind both of you and start kissing him.

• He knows he can't remain in here with you for long, so he's making the most of the time he does have. Jamil likes to be the one taking the lead, so that's exactly what he does, and no words are exchanged as he passionately steals kiss after kiss from you, with a kind of hunger you've seen on him plenty.

• The problem with getting too lost in the moment, is that neither of you notice the footsteps approaching the broom closet until it's too late and the door opens, revealing none other than Kalim.

• Jamil detaches himself from you, practically hugging the wall behind him to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, as Kalim's expression morphs quickly into one of pure shock-horror.

• "SORRY!" He yells, far too loudly, and Jamil winces at the thought he may have alerted some of the other students. Kalim slams the door again, though you can still hear him behind it. "Sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

• Silence falls then. Jamil sighs, running a hand down his face. Thinking you were alone now, you whisper, "So... You wanna keep going?"

• Before Jamil can answer, there's a knock on the door of the broom closet. "Jamil, can you give me the brush and shovel from in there? You can just slide it under the door if-"

• "Kalim! Go away!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• This actually happens quite frequently to the point you don't even question it anymore.

• It doesn't matter how private you two think you're keeping it. You could be in his room, knowing for certain that there's no urgent business or anything that can interrupt you, and you could even be absolutely sure that nobody saw you entering the Pomefiore dormitory and making your way to Vil's quarters.

• Because as you're on his bed, back against the headboard as he straddles you, you have full view of his bedroom window behind him. Usually, you wouldn't be looking anywhere but his gorgeous face; but you can't help it when you notice what look like a pair of eyes standing out amidst the trees and the dark of night.

• Your stomach drops and he seems to notice your gaze has drifted elsewhere. He turns around himself to see it. "What?- Oh, for the love of..." Vil groans, moving off of you and walking over to the window, rapping his knuckles angrily on the glass. The eyes retreat, shooed away like a startled bird, and he pulls the curtains closed, lips still pressed into a thin line when he turns back to see you.

• "Was it Rook again?" You ask, and he sighs deeply, returning to his bed.

• "Of course it was. Who else?"

• "You should really talk to him about doing that." You say, and he kisses you again, effectively silencing you.

• "No more talk of Rook, dear," he murmurs. "I'd much rather focus on you tonight."

IDIA SHROUD

• Idia is not a romantic. He frequently refers to you as "bro," "dude," has called you "oomf" over messages before and one time even called you "chat". Like a streamer. He's definitely the kind of guy to make fun of couples who do overtly romantic things, like pet names or holding hands, and I also have my own thoughts on his sexuality that I'm not gonna fully get into here.

• Basically, I don't think he's a very romantic or touchy person, and he won't be the one to initiate anything with you. He's more reliant on emotional connection rather than physical (and is quite needy on that front).

• That's not to say he's against it if you are the type to initiate make-out sessions with him. Just be aware that he is embarrassingly inexperienced, and nowhere near as adept at just picking it up as you go along as Riddle is.

• The ends of his blue hair flare pink as you kiss him again and again, not minding in the slightest the sloppy way in which he tries to return them. Eventually, Idia will ease into letting you do all the work, figuring that he's better this way, too.

• When he gains the courage to open his eyes, he tries not to snicker at how silly you look with your eyes closed and your face so close to his, and just as he's comparing it to those 0.5x zoom pictures of cats in his head, the door to his room opens and in comes Ortho.

• "Big brother?"

• "MMMH!" Idia shrieks against your lips, scrambling away from you, pulling his bed sheets up to his face as if to shield him. Still, Ortho doesn't appear to react to what he just saw, continuing as normal.

• "Can I go to an arcade with Deuce, Jack and Epel? It's off-campus, but nearby!"

• "Y-y-yeah, yeah, go... ahead..." Idia nodded, wide-eyed, the pink burning at the ends of his hair slowly spreading upwards. Ortho beamed.

• "Thank you!" And with that, he left. To be honest, you thought this went over remarkably well, until you heard a loud squeak come from Idia.

• "Oh nooo..." He whines, flopping down on his back with his hands covering his face. "He s-saw everything! And he's just gonna try to ignore it! Ouuuuh, t-this is gonna be so awkwaaard...! H-he's too young to have been exposed to something like that... I can never face him again...!"

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus' affection is almost annoyingly proper.

• He does like to touch you, but it often feels more like you're being pet, if that makes sense. He never really initiates anything more intimate on his own, though you've discovered that he likes hugs.

• So, one day you snap and the next time he tries to (almost condescendingly) pat your head, you grab him and pull him in for a kiss. He makes an adorably startled noise, but then you can feel him chuckling a bit as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you back.

• You pull back and he smiles at you, tilting his head. "You're bold," he purred. "For a human to yank me around like that..."

• "Shut up," you mutter, meeting his lips with your own again. He hums, and the moment is blissful, but it doesn't last.

• "My Liege! Ah, there you are! Lilia has been looking for--" Malleus turns his head, and you look over his shoulder at the disturbance. "E-EH?!"

• "...Sebek," Malleus didn't let go of you as he spoke. "Could you leave us? Let Lilia know I'm... occupied."

• "Y-yes... o-of course," Sebek nodded his head, bewildered and red-faced as he glanced between you and his Lord, still in each other's arms. "I-I'll do that right away!"

• And then he runs off, stumbling a bit on his way. Malleus watches him leave for a moment, then lets out a single soft, amused laugh. "My, he seemed startled. I wonder why. Is it really so shocking to see me with you?"

• "...I think he just wasn't expecting to interrupt us. He's probably mortified."

♡ Rook Hunt

The substance doesn’t take effect right away, it’s slow—painfully so. Rook could feel it, yet chooses to ignore it. Focusing instead on his responsibilities for the day—until night falls and leaves him alone with his thoughts. And all of them lead to you. Not just your presence, but your touch, your warmth, the way your laughter settles in his chest, the mere thought of you made him helpless, selfishly wanting more than just the thought of you, he wanted you. So, in the dead of night, he goes to Ramshackle. You’re asleep on your bed when he appears outside your window, the trees swaying quietly behind him. He taps on the glass, quiet though loud enough to catch your attention. When you stir, he’s already there. The window slides open, suddenly he’s beside your bed, kneeling, breath uneven, on his knees, eyes bright with something vulnerable. He reaches for your hand, guiding it to his cheek, leaning into your touch absentmindedly.  “Mon amour, let me feel your touch tonight.” He says voice almost pleading.

♡ Vil Schoenheit

Vil had only asked for a cup of herbal tea during his break between takes. Nothing more, nothing unusual. He never imagined that something extra had been mixed into it—until a strange restlessness began to take hold of him. By then, filming had to be wrapped up early. With his composure slipping, he returns to his room in a hurry, heart pounding, thoughts fixed on only one thing. You. You’re sprawled on his bed, the same sight he saw before he left but now the sight of you made his heart ache with need. He crosses the room in seconds, taking hold of your shoulders and resting his forehead against the curve of your neck, breath uneven. “My dear, please—” he pleads with desperation in his voice as he guides your hands to hold him close, clinging as though your presence alone might steady him. The flawless model, the untouchable star—Vil Schoenheit was losing his restraint, starting to unravel in your presence. And you’re the only one he’d ever get this desperate and needy for.

♡ Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn’t realize he’s consumed anything unusual—not until on a random evening, he’s restless and irritable without reason. He doesn’t like feeling like this, feeling like he’s growing desperate, drawn to your touch he’s spent so long pretending he doesn’t want. And pride, as always, keeps him silent, but not for long. You’re sat nearby on a chair, reading away as Leona stares bullets through you—he was practically purring just at the sight of you, his tail lazily swaying back and forth, his mind hazed with thoughts better left unsaid. After a moment, his tail curls around your wrist, drawing your attention as he meets your gaze. “…Need you.” Leona purrs, voice dripping with anticipation and desperation.

♡ Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie’s downright shameless when it comes to food, but that same shamelessness is what got him stuck like this. He looks completely miserable, sprawled across his bed with the sheets in disarray, one hand resting on his forehead while his breathing comes out uneven, his skin damp with sweat. When you come to visit him in his dorm room, he moves his hand away from his face, only to see you standing there—the exact person he wishes wouldn’t see him like this, vulnerable, not to mention needy. A quiet growl slips past his lips as he tries to keep himself in check, but the second you reach out to touch him, checking his temperature, whatever restraint he had left snaps. He leans in your touch almost instinctively, he’s practically purring now, very loudly so.

♡ Cater Diamond

This was uncool of him, so not Magicam worthy, Cater thinks to himself. He doesn’t even know what he ate or drank to put him in such a vulnerable position like this, was it the spicy ramen he ate or the smoothie he had? Still, he can’t bring himself to care. His thoughts were hazed with images of you, images of you that weren’t exactly, appropriate. You consumed his thoughts like second skin, and he hates how badly he’s craving your presence. He lies on his bed, looking miserable as he taps at his phone. “Come over, need you.” He types out, he’s polite about it—for now. And when you do come over? He isn’t wasting a second, he’s all up on you the second he lays his sights on you.

♡ Trey Clover

Well, this isn’t good, is it? Just a little while ago, he had been baking a lemon tart, not expecting the lemon stimulant he mixed in to hit him this hard. The worst part was how slowly it took effect, creeping through his system bit by bit. Now Trey’s left trying to steady his breathing, his glasses sitting crooked on his face while sweat trails down the side of his neck. When a knock echoes through his dorm, he forces himself upright, using whatever little strength he has left to make it to the door. The moment he pulls it open, he’s met with you—your expression filled with worry, and that’s where his restraint finally gives out. He pulls you inside quickly, locking the door before guiding you to sit on the edge of his bed. Dropping to his knees, he rests his head against your lap, his hands settling along your thighs as if to ground himself. “Sorry about that… I just—need you right now,” he murmurs, his voice low and strained.

♡ Azul Ashengrotto

Was it the tea Jade had prepared him this morning? Whatever it was, it left him unable to carry out his responsibilities for the day. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening—heat lingered under his skin, his head felt light, and frustration kept building the more he tried to ignore it. He ends up in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it’ll snap him out of it, but it barely helps. He just stares at his reflection, frustrated and unsure of what to even do next. A part of him wanted to come to you, to find you and lean against your touch he was so ever craving—but to his better judgement he keeps himself locked inside his room, holding onto the shirt you left behind in his dorm, the faint scent of you still clinging to the fabric. And gosh, he knew whatever he’s doing was highly inappropriate and wrong, but by the sevens was he craving you so badly.

♡ Jade Leech

He could feel the effect of the substance almost immediately, and it just began to grow increasingly more intense the more he ignored it. By the time his duties at the Mostro Lounge were done, the feeling had settled deep enough that ignoring it was no longer an option. Without sending word ahead, he finds himself heading straight to Ramshackle to see you. He greets you like he always does—same careful posture, same polished composure, the same irritatingly calm smile resting on his lips. Yet something about him feels off. Something you can’t place your finger on. “Prefect, you wouldn’t mind if I intrude on such short notice—do you?” he asks, voice smooth and even as ever. Before you can properly answer, he lets himself inside as he drags you himself to your room, locking the door as his last bits of composure slip. He loosens the bow at his collar, undoing a button at his neckline as his eyes remain locked onto you—filled with desperation and something far more predatory. It sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t bring yourself to run. He closes the distance between you, leaning over you as you lay down, the mattress dipping beneath you. His razor-sharp teeth graze the curve of your neck before he bites down, not hard enough to cause you to bleed, but hard enough for you to feel it. Whatever follows is left behind closed doors.

♡ Floyd Leech

Floyd had felt the effect of the aphrodisiac almost immediately, and by every passing hour he was growing increasingly irritable and restless. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t attend basketball practice like normal, he was out of it—and it just made him more bothered than he already is. By noon, his thoughts were completely taken over by you, replaying in his mind over and over until it was all he could focus on. A faint flush spread across his cheeks, and patience had never been one of Floyd’s strong suits to begin with. So, instead of trying to ignore it, he decides to find you. He appears behind you in the courtyard, his breath hot against your ear. When you looked at him, he offered a sharp, almost teasing smile, jagged teeth showing. Without a word, he guided you behind a nearby tree, pressing you gently against its trunk. Resting his forehead lightly on your shoulder, his hands lingered near you, hesitant yet unwilling to move away. He was noticeably more quiet than his usual self, and that alone said everything you wanted to know.

♡ Idia Shroud

Idia had tried out a new energy drink, but unbeknownst to him—the energy drink had a lemon stimulant mixed in it. Well, that’s his fault for not reading the label on the can before trying it out. Now he’s lying in bed, sweat beading on his skin, the tips of his blue-flamed hair flickering bright pink. A knock at the door catches him off guard—he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opens it cautiously, leaving just a small gap. And there you are, clearly worried about him. On instinct, he steps back, and despite knowing better, you follow him inside. He collapses onto his bed, trapped by your presence as your hand brushes against his neck to check for a fever. Almost automatically, he leans into your touch. When you try to pull away, he gently grabs your wrist and presses it to his cheek, melting into the contact as if he can’t get enough of it.

♡ Malleus Draconia

The aphrodisiac settled into Malleus’s system painfully slow—so slowly that he didn’t even notice until he woke the next morning. He brushed it off as just feeling a little unwell, which, of course, had Sebek worried and scrambling. But Malleus laughed it off, insisting it was nothing and just the seasons catching up to him. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. By evening, he was barely holding on to the last bits of composure he had left—until you appeared. Concerned, attentive, and somehow more captivating than ever. His eyes traced your features, lingering on your face, then your neck, betraying a desire he could no longer hide. Before you could react, he pulls you close, holding you at his waist as green sparks swirl around you both. In an instant, you find yourself inside his dorm room. “I’m sorry for bringing you here on such short notice, but I need you,” he murmurs, guiding you gently onto his bed. The tension between you is undeniable, and from there, it’s clear exactly where the night is headed.

♡ Silver Vanrouge

Silver had already felt the change in himself—the heat spreading through his body, the air suddenly feeling heavier, his thoughts clouded with nothing but you. Against his better judgment, he tries to sleep it off. Keyword, tries. It doesn’t work. The harder he forces himself to rest, the stronger the effect becomes, creeping deeper into his system. He knows he needs you, but he also knows he can’t give in to impulse. So he’s left lying in his bed, trapped with thoughts of you that are far too intense to say out loud or show.

♡ Lilia Vanrouge

Everyone knew Lilia wasn’t exactly fond of cooking—it was hardly a secret. But now, his carelessness in the kitchen had finally caught up with him. Maybe pouring a random bottle into his soup wasn’t his smartest move, but at the time, it seemed harmless enough. At first, he didn’t notice anything unusual. He went about his day as usual, confident in his composure. Then it hit him, slowly at first, and then all at once. He tried to playfully scare you while hanging upside down, as he sometimes did, only to stumble and knock his head in the process. He laughed it off, blaming it on a lack of sleep, but he knew better than that. His body didn’t lie. By evening, he’s a completely different person—pathetic, utterly undone. How could someone who was once a general end up in a state like this?

♡ Jamil Viper

The aphrodisiac hit Jamil like a bullet. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was just the usual heat, and paid little attention. But soon, it became impossible to ignore—he fumbled through his tasks, over-seasoned his dishes with too much pepper, spilled water, and even zoned out during class. Kalim insisted he take a break, and he tried to, truly—but rest felt out of reach. Of course, ever so concerned and worried for your boyfriend, you visit him. But you were his weakness. Once he laid his eyes on you, he grabs you by the shoulders as he sits you down on his bed, his breath unmistakably heavier. “Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his eyes focused on you as he leans in, both of your lips clashing.

There are two possible premises:

Where the yandere couple asks their long time friend, the darling, to be their surrogate but in truth this is just a ploy to babytrap darling ;or

Where the yandere couple hires a surrogate! darling and somehow along the way becomes possessive over darling throughout their pregnancy. And after they give birth, don't let them leave in the guise of letting them recover.

This is horror, obviously, because of the premise itself. Being helpless, used and treated as a property (more on the second premise).

I was thinking of Vil and Rook or maybe Vil and Trey for the yandere couple. They do give the rich and mature vibe. Maybe darling is staying one of Rook's many villas to avoid the press?

Silver falling asleep mid-sex while you're riding him. He didn't mean to do so, you know he didn't, but it's frustrating nonetheless! You didn't even get to cum!He'd probably forgive you if you use him to finish, but you don't feel like it anymore.

Silver, who keeps himself inside you. You tried to get off but his arms shot up and trapped you! Even in his sleep he's far too strong! Sometime after your futile struggle his body moves and in turn pull you down, falling right beside him, back to his naked chest;cock still snug inside you.

Silver, who fucks you in his sleep. You're trapped in his arms, no where to go and nothing to do but take him. He's rutting in you in your sleep, ragged breathes in your ears and movement painfully slow. You can't even move your own hips because you're stuck in place! You're moaning through tears, begging for him to go harder but your prince seems to be having a grand time tucking you nice and slow in your dreams. By the time he finally came, you've had several of your own orgasms–both frustrated and overstimulated.

Silver, whose apologetic when he finally wakes up the next day. He slides his cock outside you, a copious amount of his seed dripping from your sore hole. He'll make it up to you, he promises!

And it excites him more now that he's finally has you all to himself--drowning in your pleas of pleasure. The pale light of the moon illuminates your tearful face, shrouded by his long hair.

He had meant to tease you when he waited inside your room in nothing but a see-through nightgown that practically left nothing for the imagination. And to complete the look--beautifully conjured locks that cascaded his bare chest.

Jade could practically smell your arousal from where you stood.

He licked his lips. Your taste is still stuck on his tongue.

"Jade! Uh...OH! AH! AH--Jade!", you cried as he continued to rock his hips sensually, moving languidly,but hitting deep with each thrust. He basked in your moans, savored every whimper and whine, his tresses cocooning your expressions selfishly for himself, as if the moon and stars weren't allowed to see you.

The hem of the nightgown hitched higher on his hips with every movement, and the upper robe slipped from his shoulders, revealing a bite that will mark. It was an erotic sight, he knew you couldn't resist. Your hole practically won't let him go, getting tighter as teasing words slip from his lips.

My my, I didn't know the dear Prefect had such unique taste

You're so wet, you're practically flooding the bedsheets. Look at you making a mess.

So tight, so desperate. So dirty~

He was high in teasing you. Praise continued to spill out until he found himself flipped over because somewhere along the way, he said something that upset you.

"It's you a want, Jade Leech. You."

His eyes grew big at your declaration. Ah, his insecurities must've slipped. He felt vulnerable, more than naked, under your stare that he couldn't help but hide his face. He must've looked pathetic to you right now. Jade Leech doesn't really care much about how others see him, but if it's you...

"I love all of you."

And your mouth was on his once again.

The moan coming from his mouth sounded desperate, needy. He never knew he could sound so lewd from hands locking around his.

Fuck Fuck. Fuck!