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In which Fem!Reader surprises her husband, Riddle/Cater/Leona/Ruggie/Jack/Jade/Jamil with a set of bunny-themed lingerie.

Warnings: 18+, fem!afab!reader, lingerie, sending of sexually explicit photos, established relationship, phone sex (Riddle), eiffel tower position (Cater), talks of future kids (Jade), oral sex (Jamil)

Riddle Rosehearts

Cater — Influencer Man

Trey — Dentist

Riddle — Redhead

The rest of Heartslabyul!

Lso heres trey and cater resting… you’ll get riddle later.

trey’s in the bathroom, and cater’s in the closet (haha)

( First part Here )

Lore + more pics below the cut!! ( should i pose the door pics seprate or together with these posts? Im not sure yet, sorry)

Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens ; First-Years

Cater Diamond

The argument had been unexpected. Cater was easygoing, always quick with a joke or a teasing remark to smooth things over, but tonight had been different. The tension had built and built until, for once, neither of you had been willing to back down.

So, with a huff, you grabbed a blanket and marched to the couch, making a big show of snuggling in and getting comfortable. It wasn’t comfortable—not even a little—but your pride refused to let you move.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—ping.

You ignored it.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

With a groan, you reached for your phone, only to find your Magicam notifications lighting up your screen. You blinked. Cater had tagged you in a post. And then another. And another.

The first picture was of your shared bed, completely empty. The caption? lonely boy hours :’(

The second? Cater lying dramatically on his side, clutching a pillow like a heartbroken lover in a tragic romance. send thoughts & prayers, my partner has abandoned me

The third was even worse. A close-up of his face, his lower lip jutted in a ridiculous pout, captioned simply: is this what heartbreak feels like???

You stared at your phone, torn between laughing and crying because what the hell, Cater???

You tried to ignore it, but then another notification popped up. The newest post? A dramatic black-and-white shot of his hand reaching for the empty side of the bed. missing you rn. come home.

Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

"Two lovers entwined, passed me by, and Heaven knows I'm miserable now..."

You threw a party in Ramshackle. Late into the night, your friends started crowding around you and the man you had a crush on. The two of you were thrown into a closet and told to work it out... How does it go?

Riddle Rosehearts

"I demand that you open this door at once!" Riddle snapped from within the dark closet. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest. You could tell Riddle was fuming. His magepen was snatched before he was shoved into the closet with you. "You gotta kiss fiiiirrrsst!" Ace’s grating voice sang as Riddle pounded his fist against the wooden door.

"That is vulgar! I will do no such thing!" He snapped as the group laughed on the other side. “Then we’ll let you out in seven minutes!” Ace howled as you listened to Deuce chastise him. Not even Trey and Cater came to you and the Housewardens aid. You remained quiet, you eyes cast downwards to the sliver of light from beneath the door.

“Sorry.” You apologized softly. You heard Riddle turn to face you in the dark. “It’s my party, I should have-” “No, don’t apologize. This is clearly Ace’s fault. I will get us out of here. We just…” Riddle trailed off awkwardly. You could hear him fidgeting in the dark. “I’m sure the cheek or the forehead should suffice…” He sounded nervous. But you felt the same.

You had a crush on Riddle. And everyone around you said he felt the same way about you. Neither of you planned to make a move on the other. Worrying about mixed signals and disrupted friendships. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with Riddle since he meant so much to you. And being friends wasn’t so bad. But you wouldn’t mind getting a real kiss from Riddle.

You could hear Riddle approaching. You stayed against the wall in the small dark closet. The smell of flowers and sandalwood emanating from his clothes left you sighing in delight. You were happy it was Riddle that you were stuck with. “Please excuse me… Once we’re out of here I’ll hang Ace from the dormitory flagpole by the seat of his pants.” Riddle’s tone was firm and serious. You giggled softly, feeling his breath ghost over the soft skin of your lips.

You felt him moving in closer. His body now pressed against yours as his hands rested on either side of you. He was searching for the flesh of your cheek; and instead he kissed the junction where your jaw and throat met. The sound you let out was louder than expected. There were whistles and hollers from the opposite side of the door. You were loud enough where the others could hear you.

“Sorry...” You murmured. You could feel Riddle scowling against your throat as he pulled his head back. “We should-” Before you could finish; Riddle pressed his lips against yours. The closet seemed much quieter now. Minus the soft wet sounds of your lips meeting as Riddle kept his body pressed against yours. If you were being kissed; no one could hear you moan. That was the shared logic.

The kissing felt feverish. Riddle’s teeth knocked against yours, making you both flinch before diving back in to continue. Your hands pawed at the back of his sweater. He had started to cradle your head in one hand. Deeper and deeper. Wetter and wetter. And suddenly the closet door was flung open. “Times up!” Ace announced, and Riddle quickly pulled away to hug you close. Hiding you from view as his back faced the doorway. “Lame… They’re just hugging…” He pouted as Trey shooed Ace away. You were panting softly, trying to catch your breath.

Maybe after the party you could ask Riddle for more than seven minutes together.

Trey Clover

(tw suggestive)

You watched as the underclassman banded together to usher Trey's large frame into the closet with you. The door was shut and locked, the students cackling from the other side. "You got seven minutes to figure it out!" Ace cooed, not saying what 'it' was supposed to entail. Of course he was the ring leader with Cater backing him up.

The closet was tiny, you and Trey didn’t have very much space to move around. But he awkwardly tried to give you some room anyway. “I didn’t realize they’d pull something like this. Had I known I would’ve struggled more.” He laughed softly as you looked up at him in the dark. Listening to the familiar click of him adjusting his glasses. “Sorry you got dragged into this with me. At least we’re victims in solidarity.” You were trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t hear any moaning!” Ace shouted from the other side, and you could hear Riddle yelling at him. Your face went hot at the idea of having to moan in order to be set free. “Just ignore him.” Trey assured you. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” The closet felt warmer now as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

A kiss from Trey sounded nice. You did like him in a way that was far beyond platonic. But you kept those feelings suppressed. Maybe this was why Ace shoved the two of you in here? Or maybe he was just being mean and wanted to tease you for having a crush on his dorm's vice housewarden. “Or, would you like a kiss?” Trey asked curiously and you jolted. “Don’t worry I brushed my teeth already.” You could hear him smiling. Naturally Trey would be happy to share this fact with you.

“Well…” You trailed off. Maybe if you masked it with an excuse it would be less embarrassing than confessing your feelings. “Maybe Ace will let us out sooner if we do?” You shrugged. As long as it was Trey you wouldn’t mind. “We’d have to be pretty loud then.” Trey reminded you, and the burn in your cheeks was even more intense now. "I'm only joking." You listened to Trey laugh and shake his head.

He came closer, and you allowed him. You made an attempt to stifle your excitement as you looked up at Trey in the dark. "Then, is it okay if I kiss you?" Of course. "Yeah, I don't mind." You wished you could do a quick breath check. Or maybe to put on flavored chapstick. Trey closed in on you again, your back was flat against the wall as he rested his hands on either side of you. His breath tickled your skin and your lips met.

Instantly there was the taste of mint. Your hands raised and rested on Trey's shoulders. Maybe this was the indirect confirmation you needed from Trey. There was no need to say how you felt now. This was plenty for you. Your eyebrows knit when your teeth clicked against his. Your tongues met and you felt your heart jumped in surprise.

Your face was hot as you pulled away. In the dark it was hard to see his face, but you felt his glasses bump against your skin as he leaned in once more. He kissed your cheek, along your jaw, and finally you allowed your lips to meet again. You couldn't help the soft sounds escaping you as Trey remained close. Your tongues met with wet smacks as your hands gripped tightly at his clothes.

The door suddenly flew open; standing there was Ace. "I wanna see!" He laughed as Trey suddenly pulled away. He craned his head over his shoulder, and you could see the flush in his face. The tips of his ears became pink and you watched as Cater slapped his hands over Ace's eyes and pulled him away from the doorway. "You two are free to go now." He cooed as you swallowed with a nod.

You followed Trey out of the closet. Sticking close as you reached for his hand. Your fingers tickled against his palm, and he accepted by lacing your hands together.

Cater Diamond

Cater laughed nervously as he tried to worm his way out of the inevitable. You were already in the closet, and now Cater was being forced to join you. "Wuh- Hey?!" Before he could protest, his phone and his magepen were confiscated. "You can't come out until you kiss!" Ace sang as the two of you stood in the small confined space.

You inhaled the scent of his cinnamon cologne filling the closet. Cater grumbled something under his breath before looking at you within the dark. "Sorry, I should have known Ace would try this." Ace usually picked on you for pining after Cater. Saying how you should grow a spine and just admit it. But it wasn't as easy as he claimed.

You adored Cater even with the title of 'just a friend' attached. But you would be glad if things became deeper than surface level. "Are you okay?" Cater asked and you nodded. “A little annoyed,” you didn’t think this would happen at your own party. “but it’s not so bad. I’m happy it’s you.” There was hope in your tone that Cater felt the same way.

He reached out and hugged you close. The gesture was friendly. “Oh babes I feel the same! If it was anyone else my vibe would have been so thrown off.” He admitted as you began to melt into Cater’s touch. “I know we’re supposed to make out but we can just wait it out.” Cater joked as your eyes darted up at him. You heard that Cater was very casual with vocalizing his intimacy and wants. But he always kept people at an arms length away.

“It’s not like friends kiss on the norm.” You murmured softly, feeling his fingers glide over the surface of your back. The pads of his fingers rough from learning the guitar. “Friends can kiss if they’re close like that.” Cater stated as if to gently correct you. It’s not like he was wrong. Friends can kiss, but most don’t. For obvious reasons.

You hesitated, looking at the door and listening to the other students talking and partying. You wouldn’t mind kissing a friend if that friend is Cater. “No one will know but us.” Cater’s voice was soft as he started to lean in. You didn’t pull away. You welcomed it.

Your lips met his as your arms tightened around him. Your heart was drumming in your ears when you pulled away. Eyes meeting as the two of you craned your heads around to look at the door. Everyone was still giggling and talking on the other side. Cater turned back to you with a smile. “One more?” The request was hopeful and you nodded.

One more is okay. Just one more for the road. Maybe another. Another kiss is okay. And another. And another one. At some point your back was against the wall and Cater kept eating your oxygen. You struggled to breathe through your nose as your fingers began to drag against the back of Cater’s shirt.

The sound of the door being flung open sent the two of you separating with Cater whipping around to stand in front of you. His hands clenched into tight fists as you quietly gasped to catch your breath. “Oouuuhhh you guys were kiiissiiiing!” Ace sang as Cater waved his hands dismissively. “No we weren’t. Now let us out! I wanna eat something…” He groaned as the others whistled as he gently took your hand and assisted you out of the closet.

You noticed the red blush tinting the tips of his ears.

Ace Trappola

Everyone was tired of his shit. You felt a rush of hands ushering you into the tiny closet and Ace was next. Cater giggled as he held up the confiscated mage pen and yanked the door shut. “Have fun you two!” He sang from the other side as Ace bumped into you. Swiveling his head towards the door with a scowl. “Hey?! You can’t lock us in here!” He snapped with his hands balled up tight. Everyone else just laughed on the other side.

Maybe this was his karma for messing with someone. You wouldn’t know, all you knew is that you got roped into joining him for a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. In all honesty you didn’t mind. It was Ace, and you had grown very fond of him. In a way that was more than friendly. Deuce had noticed and sometimes would ask if you were okay, but you jokingly brushed it off.

You didn’t want to disrupt your friendship with Ace by confessing your feelings. You knew he could be very bold and blunt. If he rejected you, there was a chance you would become a shut in like Idia. You relaxed against the wall as Ace mumbled under his breath. Shifting his weight a few times before looking at you in the dark.

“What should we do?” He asked, you felt your heart jump with surprise. “Well… We’re supposed to kiss I guess.” You hadn’t played the game before. But it didn’t take a genius to understand the rules. Ace rubbed at the back of his neck and clicked his tongue. “Kissing..?” He sounded embarrassed. Something that wasn’t common for Ace.

You expected some snarky comment from him. Or for him to call you gross for even suggesting it. But he stood in silence as you leaned against the wall. “We don’t have to-” “I didn’t say that!” Ace corrected quickly. Your eyes widened in amusement as he composed himself in the dark.

“I mean, if it’ll get us out of here quicker,” he took a shy step towards you. Slinking closer and closer with his eyes lowered. “It’s fine with me. Since we’re friends or whatever. And it’s not like you have a boyfriend or a guy you like other than me!” He sounded proud as you pressed a finger against his chest.

“I mean, Deuce is my friend. And so is Jack, and Epel-” “Okay but I’m way better than them. Sooooo…” Ace trailed off and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could always leave it to him to help break tension. Your eyes met in the dark as he started to lean in. "It's okay, right? Since it's just us?" Ace was requesting confirmation to continue. You gave him a small nod as you leaned in next.

Your lips met. The first kiss was chaste and sweet. A quick peck to test the waters. The second one was much more intimate. Like bottled up feelings finally spilling out. After that you couldn't tell. Ace was keeping you pinned against the wall as your mouths met over and over. Your tongues mingling as you pulled at his shirt. He rested his hand against the back of your head to pull you closer, but to also cushion your skull from the hard wall behind you.

In the midst of your makeout, Ace didn't notice the door flying open. You peered over his shoulder with wide eyes. Patting at his arm trying to pull away as Cater stared at you with his jaw slack. Trey was behind him, trying to protect the two of you as Ace finally pulled away in confusion. "What?" His voice was hoarse, but you were too mortified to speak.

When he turned around, you felt the mood shift into panic. You wanted to hide in your room to sort out your shame for the rest of the night. Ace would be happy to join you.

Deuce Spade

You almost tripped over your own feet as Ace pushed you into the closet. Deuce's magepen was stolen and he went tumbling in after. "Have fun Juice!" Ace crowed from the other side of the door as it was locked and the other students howled in amusement. "When I get out of here I'm kicking your ass!" Deuce was already freaking out as you stood awkwardly in the dark. You didn't think this would happen. Maybe in your dreams, yes, but when Ace joked about starting a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven you just laughed.

Deuce looked at the door within the confined space. You could see his fists were balled up as he grimaced. "This isn't funny Ace!" He called back and Ace only responded with a loud snoring sound. Before Deuce could get any angrier; you placed a hand on his arm. He flinched, turning his head to look at you in surprise. "It's okay... I'm not mad." You gave him a small smile.

You didn’t want Deuce to get upset on your behalf. You were able to let this go enough to at least enjoy the seven minutes of peace and quiet. Even if nothing happened with you and Deuce it wasn’t so bad being in the dark.

The closet was small, and even with your back against the wall you could just barely feel Deuce’s hand or arm brushing against you. “Well don’t let him pick on you.” Deuce frowned as he turned back to you. “What if he shoved you in here with a creepy guy!” Deuce asked as your shoulders began to sag. He had a point.

But you knew Ace did this purposefully to shove you in here with Deuce. The three of you are close friends and Ace mentioned that he was sick of seeing you fawn and bat your eyes at the dumbest person alive. This was his best choice so at least you can be open about your affection and not make him watch on in agony any longer.

“I don’t think he would do that.” You answered as Deuce fumbled around in the dark. His hand rested against the wall near your head. He was trying to make some distance between you in the little dark closet. “Sorry, I’m not trying to get so close.” He mumbled and you shook your head. “We’re friends aren’t we? I’ve hugged you before.” Maybe because you were ‘alone’ things felt different.

The mint on his breath, the faint smell of his earthy cologne, the warmth of his skin. With your sight dimmed; all your other senses seemed stronger. “You guys better be kissing and not yapping!” Ace cheered from the other side, followed by a collective of voices trying to gas up you and Deuce to ‘get it over with’.

You went in first, kissing Deuce's cheek with a grin. Even if you two wouldn’t become anything more. You were happy you were stuck with Deuce. His head pressed against yours as he leaned in. His lips ghosting over yours before sealing a kiss. It was slow, making you melt against Deuce as the kissing continued.

You were both breathless and dizzy. Deuce gently cupped your face as you held onto him. Your lips meeting again and again with soft smacks. The door opened mid kiss as Deuce his mouth yanked away from yours. Looking over his shoulder at the cackling Ace. “I knew you two liked each other!” He laughed as Deuce broke away from you. Storming towards the doorway as Ace squealed and ran off with Deuce barreling after him.

Cater whose knee is jumping ever since he felt you lean back into him, the curve of your spine slotting perfectly into the curvature of his chest. He’s jerking back his head when your hair comes up to your nose, but he still can’t help but catch a sniff of your shampoo. It smells nice… great seven, does that make him a creep? He’s so distracted, that you have to make his guitar screech before Cater remembers that he’s supposed to be teaching you.