#jamil

“Cold?” Minhaj asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. You waved him off, pulling your silken scarf from your head and wrapping it around your shoulders. 

“Just peachy.” 

“...And that would mean?” He asked, seeming confused at your phrasing. You only sighed, his confusion a stark reminder to yourself that you don’t belong here. 

How does this world have French but not ‘just peachy’...?

“I’m fine, thank you.” You revised, hoping he would think it was foreign slang instead of otherworldly slang. If he suspected something he didn’t say anything, instead reaching a hand up to brush against your cheek. The warmth of his hand was a welcome one against your chilled skin, and you had to remind yourself to not reach for that warmth as he pulled away. 

“You feel pretty cold to me.” He remarked, giving you a teasing grin. You grumbled at his words, quickening your pace and walking ahead of him, a small smile on your lips. “To think you would leave poor me behind so quickly!” Minhaj chuckled from behind you, a bit of a dramatic flair to his words. 

There was a light ‘whoosh!’ sound, and you suddenly felt another layer fall over your shoulder, making you feel a bit warmer. Minhaj came up by your side, his cloak pointedly gone from his own shoulders as he looked over your appearance.

“Hm, much better now.” 

“...You didn’t have to do that.” You murmured, cheeks feeling hot. This time he was the one waving you off, shaking his head. 

“I wanted to though, so I did. Someone very wise once told me to not take things for granted, you know.” The way he referenced your previous words made you look away from his warm gaze, a bit embarrassed at how high and mighty you must have sounded. 

“...If you say so.” 

“I do.” He teased. “In other news, it seems we have arrived at your destination, habibi.” At his words you looked around, realizing that the two of you were now in front of the Asim estate. It might have been a bit worrying that you hadn’t even noticed the familiar surroundings, completely content with following this person you had just met today, but there was something about him that made you feel like you didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing, (you could almost hear Jamil’s voice in your head, scolding you for your actions). 

“Are you really so upset to part with me, (Y/N)?” Minhaj asked seriously, now standing in front of you. 

“What?” 

“...You’re frowning.” He murmured, brows pulled together. You immediately fixed your face at his words, realizing that you in fact had a bit of a small frown, (what for? You only just met Minhaj today…). Looking at the boy in front of you, you smiled a bit, his intense gaze making you feel a bit flustered. His expression lightened a bit at your smile, although his eyes seemed to still hold some kind of worry. “That’s better. Frowning doesn’t suit you.” 

“Hey, if I feel like frowning I’ll frown…” You started, the teal color of the cloak around your shoulders making you change the subject. “Let me give your cloak back.” You began to slide it off, but his hand shot out, his gentle grip on your wrist reminding you of earlier in the day when he had done the same thing. 

“You can keep it.” You looked at him in confusion but his face didn’t change; he was serious. 

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Minhaj chuckled lightly at your concerned words, letting go of your wrist and instead adjusting the cloak back around you. 

“You might remember that I grew up in the Scalding Sands, so I’m quite well-adjusted. Think of this as a souvenir of your trip, perhaps. Aside from that though, I won’t be going far.” 

“Do you live closeby?” You questioned, making him pause for a moment. 

“Perhaps.” He said a bit mysteriously, his eyes seeming rather intense now. 

“Keep your secrets then, mysterious Minhaj.” He smiled at your joke but didn’t respond, his hands staying on your shoulders as he looked down at you. “...Is something wrong?” You asked gently, a bit nervous at his sudden change in disposition. 

“...It’s nothing.” He finally said after a few moments, shaking his head. “You should head inside now, I’m sure your friends are worried sick.” 

“Can we keep in contact, maybe?” You asked hesitantly. “Like…Magicam…? Or can I give you my phone number?” He sighed softly at your words and shook his head, making your heart drop to your stomach. 

Go figure. 

“I have faith that we’ll meet again, (Y/N).” One of his hands slid down to yours, lifting it up gently. “And when we do, maybe you can show me more of your world.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your knuckles and leaving a chaste kiss before letting go of you. 

“But-?!” 

“(Y/N)!!” Your head whipped around at the familiar voice, a figure running down the road from the estate. Quickly, you turned to face Minhaj once more, only to be met with an empty spot where he had just been standing. Your eyes darted around, trying to find if he had hidden somewhere, but he was just…gone. 

Minhaj…

“(Y/N), are you okay?!” Jamil’s voice broke you from your thoughts, your heart pounding as you nervously approached his running figure, certain you were about to be cooked alive. Before you could get a word out, Jamil reached you in record time, his eyes laced with worry and his eyebrows furrowed as he frantically looked at you top to bottom. “Are you hurt?? They didn’t do anything to you, did they?!” He asked, panic in his voice. His hands hovered over you, clearly wanting to check you for any injuries, but stopping himself. 

You were expecting for him to be absolutely livid with you, so this panicked and worried state that he was in had you shocked. His hair was loose from its usual style, flowing wildly as if it was in sync with his emotions. Jamil was always the level, cool-headed one in any group setting, logically thinking through the next course of action, so to see him like this… 

You took hold of his hovering hand, bringing it to your cheek and holding it. “Jamil, I’m okay. See? No injuries or anything. I’m all good.” You assured, the warmth of his hand feeling comforting and familiar. His gray eyes searched your own for a few moments, almost as if he was trying to see if you were lying. He seemed satisfied and let out an exhausted sigh, his hand now cupping your cheek of his own accord.

“You’re always getting into some kind of trouble, aren’t you…” He trailed off, shaking his head in disapproval. “And how could you just run off like that? I had it handled!” Jamil scolded, making you a bit sheepish. 

“I panicked, okay? Those guards were huge…” He didn’t seem pleased with your excuse, his eyebrows still furrowed together. “I’m sorry, though. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You added, unconsciously leaning into his hand a bit, (it was rather chilly out…). 

“...Don’t ever do that again.” He said, his tone serious. “I already have Kalim to worry about, I don’t want to be worrying about you too.” His harsh words made you look away, shame churning in your stomach. 

“Sorry…” You murmured, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground. Jamil sighed, silence falling between the two of you for a bit before he spoke. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Just…don’t scare me like that again.” His hand fell away from your cheek, his expression seeming rather conflicted. “Where even were you all this time? I’ve-We’ve been looking for you all over the city. We thought you got thrown into jail. Were you with someone just now?” He asked, looking around behind you as if trying to spot whoever you were with.

“Err…” You hesitated, thinking about whether or not to tell him about Minhaj. On the one hand, Minhaj was a local who kept you from getting caught and showed you around the Scalding Sands, but on the other hand, you just met him today and he could be a serial killer, (you seriously doubt it though). 

“Well?” 

“That was someone I met today…He saved me when I was about to get caught by the guards. He brought me back too, since I didn’t know where I was.” You explained, omitting the rest of the day. Jamil didn’t look at all convinced, looking down at you with an unamused look. 

“Really.”

“Yup.” 

“And that took five hours?” You internally cringed; you hadn’t realized that you were gone for so long, and now it made a little more sense why Jamil had been so panicked. 

“...Yup.” 

“You trusted a complete stranger to lead you around a foreign land.” He said flatly, clearly disapproving. You pressed your lips together, knowing there was no defense you had left. 

“I didn’t know how to get back…” 

“You could have called me back, you know.” Jamil sighed again. “I would have come to get you. You shouldn’t be relying on random strangers you find on the street; you’re lucky that person wasn’t a serial killer. Be more careful.” 

Did he read my mind?

“Okay, you’ve made your point, Jamil…” You relented. “I said I’m sorry…let me back in? It’s kinda cold out here.” 

“Fine. You should know that Vil has been planning different ways to lecture you, though.” 

“Oh god.” You groaned, making Jamil smile slightly. 

“It’s the consequences of your own actions.” 

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.” You grumbled, pulling the teal cloak around you more as the two of you walked back to the estate. Jamil’s brows furrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing, (or more like, what had been added to your outfit). 

“Where did you get that?” He questioned, taking hold of one of the corners of fabric and examining it. 

“The person I mentioned gave it to me, since it was getting chilly out.” You explained, confused as to why he was examining it so thoroughly. “Why?” He looked at it over you for a moment longer before turning his back to you, walking back to the estate rather quickly. 

“...Nothing. Let’s get inside.”

♡♡♡

As promised, you were given an hour long lecture from Vil on safety procedures while on trips, and he subsequently gave you a battery pack for your phone since, ‘it must have died, given you didn’t pick up my calls’.

Grim had tried to act all tough at first, saying ‘Heh, finally! Hench-human, you took too long!’ before fat tears started rolling down his furry cheeks, yelling about how he wasn’t crying when you picked him up and gave him a hug, (you didn’t miss the way his paws gripped onto you tightly). 

Similarly, when Kalim saw you he barreled straight into you with a hug, (he’s surprisingly strong) crying and apologizing for not finding you sooner, promising that there would be no bounty on your head and that you wouldn’t be going to jail, (thank goodness for that). 

“One of my cousins, Minajael, is the prince, and he said something like ‘I’ll take care of it’, so it’s gonna be good now! He was here actually, you just missed him!” Kalim beamed. 

“The prince?” You questioned, feeling a bit alarmed. “How did the prince know what happened?” Kalim tilted his head at you like a confused puppy, putting a finger to his chin. 

“Did you not tell him what happened?” He asked. 

“Obviously not,” You sighed. “I don’t even know who the prince is, much less that he’s related to you!” 

“Ohhh, true! Haha, I forgot about that.” He laughed. 

“Kalim, when did the prince come? I didn’t see him.” Jamil asked, looking rather concerned. 

“Oh, he showed up at my window!” 

“He what?!” Jamil looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel with the way his eyes bulged, his mind clearly running through the many things wrong with that sentence. 

“Yeah, it totally scared me! But then he said that and I was like ‘Wow, thanks so much!’ and then he left!” You gaped at Kalim happily saying all of that as if it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“Wow…” You murmured, glancing over at Jamil, who was closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. “Well, at least I can show my face in the city again tomorrow…” 

♡♡♡

You flopped on your bed, the exhaustion of the day beginning to get to you. Your thoughts were racing through your head, but the one person that you were thinking about the most was Minhaj. You would be leaving fairly soon for school again, and who knows when or if you would ever come back to the Scalding Sands? 

Maybe I could ask Kalim if I could come back with them during break…

You shook your head, casting the thought aside. There was no guarantee that you would even see Minhaj again if you came back to the Scalding Sands, given that he hadn’t given you any way to contact him, and you didn’t know where he lived. He had seemed pretty convinced that the two of you would meet again, but you just couldn’t see a way that it could happen. 

You stretched out over the bed, but your hand hit something hard and metal underneath your pillow. You froze for a moment, feeling for what it was, pulling it out and examining it. 

In your hand was a beautifully engraved golden bangle, the surface of it reflecting even in the dim light of your room. The engravings consisted of curling vines and lotus flowers, and you noticed that in the middle of the design was an engraving of a small tiger, the tiger being the only part that was filled in with tiny colored jewels. 

Attached to the bangle was a small slip of paper, which you carefully opened. In neat, fancy handwriting the note read: ‘For (Y/N). With love, Minhaj. 

You stared at the note for a long while, rereading it over and over again. Eventually, you carefully slipped it off the ornate bangle, setting it carefully on the nightstand. You hesitantly slipped the bangle over your wrist, half-expecting for it not to fit. Instead it slid on smoothly, settling on your wrist comfortably. 

Flopping back into bed, you smiled at the thought of Minhaj giving you such a beautiful gift, (and maybe a touch concerned about how he got it and knew which room you were staying in). Maybe the two of you really would meet again. 

a/n: okay yall rlly ate up the last part so i got to work on this one lol i literally wrote it all today before going to work ..... also jamil is jealous in his own ways okay its not rlly outward displaying at least in my opinion ... anyway, might do a part three that happens at the tournament lolol if anyone wants it :P lmk ...

tagged for part 2: @kimura-uzuri , @yasminniejoon , @sincerelyruu , @arccanadian

A pause. Then, a soft sigh. Trey stood. For a moment, you thought he was giving up, finally going to bed without you. The thought left an unexpected hollowness in your chest.

But then, after a few minutes, he returned. You smelled the milk before you saw it—the faint scent of vanilla and honey curling through the air. When you cracked an eye open, there he was, sitting on the floor near the couch, a mug in his hands. He held it out to you.

“Here,” he said. “I know you have trouble sleeping when you’re upset.”

You blinked at him, heart squeezing against your ribs. “Trey…”

He didn’t push, didn’t insist. He just waited, his eyes gentle, patient in the way only he could be.

And just like that, your frustration melted. You took the mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. Trey didn’t move, just watched you with that quiet steadiness. Then, softly, he asked again,

“Come back to bed?”

This time, you didn’t hesitate.

You set the mug aside and sat up, only for Trey to immediately wrap his arms around you. His hold was firm, grounding. He buried his face in your shoulder and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him just as tightly. “I’m sorry too.”

Neither of you moved for a long moment, staying there in the quiet. Eventually, Trey pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon,” he said, voice low, warm. “Let’s go to sleep.”

And this time, when he led you back to bed, you followed without hesitation.

Ruggie Bucchi

The couch wasn’t comfortable. You knew it, and Ruggie knew it. But right now, your stubbornness outweighed your need for a good night’s sleep. You yanked the blanket over yourself, muttering under your breath as you tried to arrange the cushions into something remotely acceptable.

Across the room, Ruggie watched you with wide, calculating eyes. He hadn’t said anything since you stormed off, but you could feel him thinking. And then—

“You remember when you ate my last donut?” he started, voice small.

You froze, narrowing your eyes. “…What?”

“My last donut. You ate it, and you said—” He changed his voice in a mocking impression of you. “‘I owe you one, Ruggie, I swear. Anything you want.’”

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. “Oh my —”

“But it’s fine,” he continued, so dramatically forlorn you almost threw the pillow at him. “I guess I’ll just be all alone in that big, cold bed. No warmth. No love. Just me. Shivering.”

You lifted your head, ready to tell him off, but then—oh, no.

He hit you with the look.

Ears drooping. Tail flicking. Wide, guilt-inducing eyes that shimmered just enough to make your resolve crack.

You exhaled sharply, dropping your head back down. “You’re the worst.”

He didn’t respond. Just fidgeted. Shuffled his feet like he was actually nervous you’d say no.

And that? That got you.

With a groan of defeat, you sighed and opened your arms. That was all he needed. Ruggie practically launched himself onto the couch, slotting himself beside you in a space absolutely not designed for two people. His weight pressed against you, his tail flicking lazily as he tucked his head under your chin.

“…Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt.

“Shut up.”

His arms tightened around you. A quiet beat passed, then—

“Sorry.”

Your hand found its way into his hair, carding through the strands. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Me too.”

Ruggie hummed, content. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, and despite the ridiculousness of it all, sleep found you too.

Jade Leech

The couch was lumpy. Or maybe you were just too angry to get comfortable. Either way, you buried your face into the pillow, inhaling deeply through your nose to keep yourself from snapping again. You just needed some space. Needed to not be in the same room as Jade and his infuriating, calmly amused expression.

“I can’t be around you right now,” you had told him before marching off, voice tight with frustration. And for once, he didn’t push. Didn’t smirk or throw another veiled comment your way. He simply inclined his head, watching as you all but collapsed onto the couch.

Now, wrapped in a too-thin blanket, you willed yourself to sleep. You were almost there—drifting, fading—when fingers ghosted over your hair.

Your breath caught, but you kept still.

Soft strokes. Careful, reverent, as if he thought you might break. It was so unlike him, so gentle, that you almost cracked your eyes open to confirm it was really happening. Then—

“…I’m so sorry.”

The whisper was barely there. But it wasn’t the words that made your heart lurch—it was the way his voice shook.

Jade Leech, ever unflappable, sounded unsteady.

He pulled back, and you knew he was about to leave. That should have been fine. You should have let him go.

But your bleeding heart had other plans.

Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he could slip away.

He barely had time to react before you yanked him back—maybe a little too hard, because the next thing you knew, he was crashing onto the couch with you. A rare, wide-eyed look of surprise flashed across his face, so fleeting you almost thought you imagined it.

And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Jade froze.

“I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “We can talk in the morning.”

For a long moment, he just looked at you, something unreadable in his expression. Then, slow and deliberate, he dipped down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“…Very well,” he whispered.

His weight settled beside you, and this time, when you drifted off, it was to the sound of his steady breathing, warm and close beside you.

The couch standoff had been going on for way too long.

“I’m sleeping here,” you declared, arms crossed as you planted yourself firmly onto the cushions.

“No, you’re not,” Jamil shot back, equally stubborn. “I am.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not taking the bed while you sleep out here.”

“And I’m not letting you sleep out here while I take the bed.” His arms were crossed now too, mirroring your posture, his sharp gaze unwavering.

For a moment, the tension held. Then, something about the sheer ridiculousness of it all hit you—both of you too annoyed to back down but too caring to let the other suffer the discomfort of the couch.

A laugh bubbled up in your chest before you could stop it. You covered your mouth, but the moment you let out even the smallest chuckle, Jamil’s eyes flickered with reluctant amusement. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.

“This is stupid,” you admitted between giggles.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. It is.”

You grinned. “Bed?”

Jamil didn’t hesitate. “Bed.”

The moment you both settled under the blankets, the last traces of tension melted away. His arms instinctively curled around you, pulling you close, and you let yourself relax into his warmth.

“Sorry,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

His grip tightened, lips brushing against your hair. “Me too.”

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t need to. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he held you just a little closer said enough.

Rook arguing with you was already unexpected. That he let you march off to the couch without a poetic declaration or dramatic plea? Unheard of.

You cocooned yourself in the blanket, stubbornly facing the back of the couch. The silence felt unnatural—too quiet for someone like Rook. A part of you expected him to suddenly recite a Shakespearean sonnet about lovers quarreling.

Instead, something even more ridiculous happened.

You shifted slightly, just enough to glance toward the floor—and there he was.

Laying down right beside the couch on a thin blanket, arms crossed behind his head as though he had chosen the most luxurious sleeping arrangement in the world. His golden hair fanned out on the hardwood floor, and despite the clear insanity of the situation, he looked perfectly content.

You stared. Blinked. “Rook.”

“Oui, mon amour?”

“You’re on the floor.”

“Indeed.”

“You’re going to get sick.”

“Then I shall suffer beautifully, just as you do now, exiled from the comfort of our bed.” His eyes twinkled, completely unrepentant. “If my beloved must endure the cruel fate of sleeping alone, then I shall share in their hardship.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples. “Rook, go to bed.”

“I am in bed.”

“No, you’re on the floor, being dramatic.”

“Dramatic? Ah, ma chérie, I am simply a devoted man.”

You groaned, throwing your arm over your face, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. It was impossible to stay mad when he was like this. Ridiculous. Completely, helplessly devoted.

Sighing, you reached out and flicked his forehead. He gasped theatrically, touching the spot as though you had struck him with Cupid’s arrow. Before he could say something absurd, you leaned down and kissed the spot gently.

“Come to bed, you idiot.”

His eyes widened slightly before his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. Without hesitation, he stood—and then immediately scooped you into his arms.

“Rook—?!?”

“Ah, mon amour, such sweet mercy! Allow me to carry you away from this exile!” He spun dramatically, pressing an exaggerated kiss to your forehead before striding toward the bedroom.

You should have expected nothing less.

You sighed against his shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Lilia Vanrouge

You had firmly decided that you weren’t going to sleep in the same bed as Lilia tonight.

You needed space. You needed time to cool off. You needed—

Blink.

One second, you were wrapped in your blanket on the couch. The next? You were in bed.

You shot up, heart pounding. Lilia stood at the bedside, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.

“Lilia.” Your voice was dangerously even.

“Yes, my dear?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Did you teleport me?”

A smug smile. “Would you rather I carried you?”

Oh, you were about to start another argument—

But then you noticed something. In his hands: a pillow and his own blanket.

You frowned. “What are you doing?”

Lilia hummed, casual as anything. “If my beloved insists on sleeping elsewhere, then I shall take the couch in their place. I have endured far worse in my lifetime—” his eyes twinkled mischievously “—but I’d hate for you to wake up with an aching back.”

You groaned, flopping back onto the mattress. “That’s so unfair.”

“To be this thoughtful and charming? I know.”

You shot him a look, but he simply smiled. You hated how sweet he could be even when you were still irritated.

With an exasperated sigh, you sat up and grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward you. He followed easily, his blanket forgotten as he slipped into bed. Without hesitation, he wrapped himself around you, chin resting atop your head.

His voice softened. “I’m sorry, dear.”

You exhaled, tension leaving your body as you relaxed into his hold. “…I’m sorry too.”

His lips brushed against your temple, and with that, the night’s quarrel was put to rest.

Trey Clover

The heartslabyul kitchen smells like warm butter and vanilla. Trey’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexing as he kneads a massive dough on the floured counter. You’re sitting on one of the tall stools opposite him, legs swinging slightly, chin in your hands, trying (and failing) to look patient. Everything is too warm, too sensitive, too aware of him. The way his glasses keep sliding down his nose when he concentrates. The quiet hum he makes under his breath when the dough finally starts cooperating. The thick veins standing out on his forearms with every push and fold.

You’ve been staring for twenty solid minutes. Your patience has officially disappeared. “…Trey?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, focused on the dough. “Almost done. Just need to let it rest for another thirty, then I can…”

“How long until you’re actually finished?” Your voice comes out calmer than you feel.

He pauses. Finally glances over, one brow raised. “Why? You got somewhere to be?”

You slide off the stool. You walked up right beside him. “Because I’m about to climb on this counter and take you right here at front of the cupcakes and everything.” you say like you’re discussing the weather

Trey freezes. Fingers splayed wide on the dough like he’s forgotten how hands work.His ears go pink. Then red. For three glorious seconds he just stares at you eyes wide, mouth slightly open, the picture of stunned baker boy innocence. Then understanding crashes over his face.

“…Oh…” he breathes. “It’s… that time again, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer with words. You just step even closer, slide one hand up the center of his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric over his heart, and look up at him through your lashes.

Trey swallows so hard you can see his apple move. He glances toward the kitchen door then back at you. At the way your pupils are blown, the way you’re practically vibrating with need.

“Okay…” he says, very softly. Very calmly. Like he’s negotiating with a wild animal. “Okay. Not here.”

Before you can protest (or actually start climbing), he scoops you up in one smooth motion, strong arms under your thighs, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

You grin, feral and needy. “Promise?”

The rest of the afternoon is lost to muffled moans, the creak of his bed frame.

Jamil Viper

You’ve been plotting this. You sweet talked Kalim into taking a “spontaneous day trip” to one of the Asim family vacation villas. No sudden “Jamil, come taste this” No emergency parties. Just… free time. Glorious, uninterrupted free time.

You even cooked his favorite spicy curry! You spent the afternoon in the Scarabia kitchens, measuring, stirring, tasting, adjusting. Now you’re in Jamil’s room setting the low table with careful hands. The curry steams gently in the wide bowl.

Jamil walks in, wiping his hands on a towel after whatever last minute task he was tying up. He stops in the doorway.Takes one look at the table. Takes one look at you, dressed nicer than usual, and then hungry smile you only wear when you’re up to something. His eyes narrow. But you know that look.

“Surprise!” you say sweetly, gesturing to the food. “I handled everything today. Kalim’s gone until tomorrow night. No one’s going to knock on the door. No emergencies. Just us. So sit. Eat. Relax.”

You start spooning curry over his rice with care. “I made it with extra love and care.”

Jamil slowly lowers himself onto the cushion across from you. He accepts the plate you hand him. Takes one slow, deliberate bite. His lashes flutter. He chews. Swallows. Sets the spoon down very carefully. Then he looks straight at you, eyes calm, voice velvet soft and dangerously even.

“I know what you’re doing… succubus...”

Your mouth drops open.The spoon in your hand freezes mid air. “E…excuse me?!”

You were fully prepared to defend your honor (even though he was technically correct). You open your mouth to launch into a “I am simply being a thoughtful girlfriend who cooked for her overworked partner, how dare you imply such a thing” speech. But Jamil just raises one hand. Cuts you off without raising his voice.

“20 minutes” he says.

You blink.

He picks up his spoon again, takes another bite like this is a normal dinner conversation. “I finish this plate. I take a shower. Then…” He meets your gaze again. Something dark and promising flickers behind the calm. “…I’ll take very thorough care of your whatever… urgent needs… have you so generously cleared my entire day for.”

Heat floods your face so fast. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t need to. That tiny upward curve at the corner of his mouth says everything.

You stare at him. He stares back perfectly composed, eating your curry like he has all the time in the world. You swallow. Hard. “…20 minutes?”

“20 minutes.” He nods once. “Unless you want me skip the shower.”

You make a small, strangled noise. He calmly reaches for his glass of water. You sit there, suddenly very aware of your own heartbeat, the way your thighs are pressing together under the table, the faint ache that’s been building all day now screaming for attention.

Who are you to deny him?

You manage a shaky laugh, set your own untouched plate aside, and lean your chin on your hand. “Eat fast” you whisper.

Jamil’s eyes flick to yours again, amused and victorious. “Careful what you wish for.” He takes another slow, deliberate bite.

The clock on the wall ticks. You’ve never hated (and loved) 20 minutes more in your entire life.

Malleus Draconia

The two of you were curled up together in Malleus’s room. Malleus was in full gargoyle nerd mode. “And then… oh, my dear, you would not believe it! I discovered a new gargoyle today behind the old bell tower! It had three horns, but only two were functional. The third was clearly broken off. Can you imagine? The craftsmanship was…”

He continued, voice deep and hands gesturing with genuine excitement as he described every ridge, every crack, every tiny detail. His eyes were bright with that boyish enthusiasm.

You were trying. You really were. You nodded at the right moments, hummed in agreement, even managed a soft “That sounds fascinating…” once or twice. But your mind was a complete traitor. Every time his long fingers moved, you imagined them sliding over your skin instead. Every time his deep voice rumbled, you pictured that same voice groaning your name. The ache had been building for hours….

!Oh Seven, I’m going to burn in hell for this’ you thought miserably. ‘He’s talking about stone architecture and I’m over here fantasizing about him bending me over that stupid gargoyle he just described.’

Malleus suddenly paused mid sentence. His head tilted. “…my love? You have been unusually quiet. Are you unwell? Did my rambling bore you? I can stop if…”

“No!” you blurted, sitting up straighter. Guilt twisted in your chest. “No, I love listening you talk about gargoyles. Really. Your passion is… it’s adorable. And hot. Weirdly hot.”

Malleus blinked slowly, one brow arching. “Hot…?”

You felt your face burn. The last string of self control was fraying fast. You took a shaky breath and decided to just… rip the band aid off. “I love you. And I love how excited you get about weird stone statues. But right now my brain is filled with very inappropriate images of your hands on me instead of gesturing about gargoyles, and I’m about two seconds away from losing the last scrap of modesty I have left and just climbing into your lap like some kind of desperate, hormone crazed gremlin….”

Silence. Pure… silence…

Malleus stared at you. Then his lips twitched. Then he let out a low, surprised chuckle. “A… gremlin?” he repeated, clearly amused.

You groaned and hid your burning face in your hands. “Yes. I’m a terrible girlfriend. You were so happy talking about the three horned fashion gargoyle and here I am mentally undressing you. I deserve to be turned into a statue for this.”

Malleus gently pull your hands away from your face. His fingers were warm, careful, and… Seven help you! “I see…” he chuckled. “So while I spoke, your thoughts were occupied with… my hands?”

You nodded miserably. “Among other things.”

He brushed his thumb along your cheek, eyes glowing faintly with amusement. “I must admit… the idea that my voice alone could reduce you to such a state is rather flattering.”

You peeked up at him through your lashes. “So… you’re not mad I zoned out?”

“Mad?” He tilted his head, lips curving into a small smile. “I could never. How could I be angry about such a thing?.”One large hand settled on your lower back while the other cupped your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“Though I must warn you.” he murmured against your lips, eyes sparkling “ after this I might start over telling you about my discovery.”

You giggled. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both” he answered simply, before kissing you deeply and slowly ending any remaining thoughts about three horned gargoyles for the rest of the night.

Jade Leech

Jamil Viper

Rook Hunt

Lilia Vanrouge

“Herbivore… Goddamn, slow down!” The bed of the housewarden was creaking as you kept grinding your hips on his length. The room smelled of raw, sweaty sex.

On the bed, Leona was struggling for his life. Your body was absolute Heaven to him… a drug that he was addicted to. However, he was very overstimulated, since you already made him come about two times already. “No, Leona… I… I wan’ you to re… relax…” Another moan escapes your lips as you continue to basically impale yourself on his thick, juicy cock. “You’re… You’re always s’ good to… to me…” You didn’t even want him to fuck up into you, which was near torture to him. “I’m… fuck… I’m relaxed, Herbivore…!” A growl forces itself out of Leona’s throat, and you soon feel another load shooting into you.

Finally, the torture is done, and you slump over as his flaccid dick slips out of you, and he pants to catch his breath. You could feel his cum dripping out of your sore hole… and it was the most rewarding sensation. “Are you… relaxed?” You ask, looking up into his eyes, and the question makes him smile and shake his head at your antics. “Yes… Yes, I am. Good job, Herbivore.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Please… Please… Don’t stop…” Another whimper escapes Azul’s lips as tears of pleasure gather in his eyes.

You had been at this for about an hour and a half, and you had no plans of stopping. You kept riding him like a cowboy riding a bull and wanting to stay on for that eight seconds.

“Shhh… honey, relax…” You whisper, moaning softly as you look down into his eyes. “Wanna make you feel good, pretty boy… Get those… horrible thoughts out of your head…”

This entire thing started with you catching Azul body-checking himself, and you were having none of it. His entire body was covered in kisses within five minutes, and you were very determined to show him that you loved him, no matter if he gained or lost weight.

“Love… Shit… Love you… Y/N…” He whimpered softly, and you smiled as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck, making him moan. “I love you, too… So… So much…” You whisper back.

Soon, you feel his member twitching inside of you, and you hop off of him and start jerking him off until he finishes with a strangled moan. “You… You didn’t come…” The poor cecaelia had more tears in his eyes as he looked over at you, and you only smiled in response. “Tonight was all about you, my love… Now go to sleep…”

Jamil Viper

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself as he was ridden into the highest echelons of oblivion. You were on top of him, smiling softly as your mind turned into mush. “Don’t stop, flower…”

You nod in agreement. His cock just made you feel so full… and you were just happy to have this moment of intimacy with your boyfriend.

“You work… so… so hard…” You whimper softly. “W-Wanna make you… feel… good…”

“You are, flower… Shit… I should work harder…if I’m gonna get… spoiled…” Jamil thought you did not have any magic, but the way your hips were grinding down onto him made him convinced that you did. There was no possible explanation, and he felt like his dick was going to melt inside you from how warm and tight your hole was.

“Love you… Love you… Jam…il…” You shuddered as you are brought to another high, euphoric orgasm.

Your lovely boyfriend, Jamil, wasn’t far behind, and he released it all inside you, breathing heavily as his hands held your hips to steady you.

“Love you, too… flower…” He whispered, starting to relax. However, his eyes widened when your hips started going again. “Baby…?”

“Shhh…” You leaned back, barely moving, but you loved the stimulation. “Wanna… Wanna go again…”

Vil Schoenheit

Your boyfriend, your beloved queen, has been so stressed with how much he had on his plate. He had recently been cast in a role that involves kissing another person, and he was worried that you would be weirded out.

However, you understood that it was just his job, and to reassure him, you went to his trailer and practically pounced on him.

The trailer was shaking with how you were riding him, and you bit your lip as you proudly ruined his mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick… smudging it all with tears and kisses.

“You’re so tense, honey…” You whisper, exhaling in pleasure as your hips rolled against his.

“Darling, please…” He whispers back, moaning in-between, “I’m supposed… t-to be on… on in… shit… an hour!”

“Shhh…” You put a finger to his lips, shaking your head. “If your… employers… fuck… have a fucking problem… they can take it to me…”

Vil never usually was the one on the bottom, but boy, did he love getting pampered like this. Having his significant other’s gummy walls wrapped around his cock made him realize that a professional kiss for a movie was insignificant. After all, you were the only one able to touch him and ruin his makeup in such a way. By the time he was close to finishing, you hopped off of him and grabbed a rag for him to shoot his load into. After all, he did not need to get more dirty than he already was.

“Thank you, darling… You always manage to make me feel better.” He smiled up at you as you grabbed a cloth to clean up any other mess. “Of course, Vil. A small kiss is nothing compared to this. I promise, I’m okay with it. Besides, I know you love me, and if you had a choice, you wouldn’t do it.”

Idia Shroud

“Please… Please…” Idia begged with tears in his eyes as you continued to grind your hips down on his cock, chasing your orgasm. You had jerked and sucked him off, and his dick felt like it was going to explode.

“You’re so pretty, baby…” You whisper with a soft sigh of pleasure. For such a lanky man, his size in the downstairs department was amazing. “...But you need to use your… fuck… your words…”

The gamer didn’t know if he could find the mental capacity to even whisper any other words aside from ‘please’ and your own name. He tried, but his mouth just stayed open as a moan came out.

He was shooting blanks at this point, with drool spilling out of the side of his lips and his eyes crossing in pleasure. It hurt… but it hurt so good. The aching in his member just felt amazing to him.

Soon, you reached your own orgasm, and you smile down at him as his body trembles and shudders. Then, you reach for your phone to take a picture to add to a gallery of pictures like that one.

“My collection is coming along nicely… mainly because the subject is beautiful when he is like this,” you teased lightly. Idia’s face and hair glow a bright pink, knowing there were many photos in that folder. He always managed to look like an ahegao hentai character when he came, and he knew that you loved it.

“Th-Thank you… you…” He whispered as he came down from his orgasmic highs.

Sebek Zigvolt

Before you, the young knight basically knew next to nothing about sex and how it can be used for anything besides basic reproduction. However, right now would be an example of when he was proven wrong.

Your hips were absolute magic, he was convinced. There was no way that his dick could experience so much pleasure and pain at the same time. You had alread made him come about three times, but you were on another level.

“H-Human, please…!” He shouts, but it’s all in-vain as he shoots another load inside of you. Yet, with how you didn’t pause, he knew that you were freaky.

“‘Please’ what, Sebek?” The smile on your face was nothing short of sadistic. Of course, you had a safeword in place just in case he was actually in pain. With how he hasn’t used it yet, you took it as a green-light to continue.

“Slow down!” He responds, looking up at you.

The way his dick filled you surprised you at first with how it was so big. You haven’t seen a size like his, and you were very excited about showing him the ropes of ‘sex for pleasure’.

“And why should I?” You ask, going a bit faster with a giggle. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Sebek…!”

Soon, Sebek felt another orgasm coming on, and he released his fourth load inside you. Your torso was slightly bloated from how much semen was inside of you, and you finally understood why creampies were so popular during sex.