Horny TWST Thoughts Asks Open

“Yeah! What are you planning to do with them?!” He feels a surge of unease at the thought of them being with other boys, let alone the Octavinelle trio. The pressure around the table escalates for the first-years, amplifying their possessive instincts towards the prefect. Epel, sitting beside the prefect, clings protectively to their arm while still managing to keep his ‘cute’ demeanor. Deuce and Sebek watch the twins with palpable tension, while Jack makes an effort to maintain his composure, at least outwardly.

Jade Leech, with his usual cool demeanor, leans in slightly, offering reassurance in a smooth, practiced tone. “We assure you, it’s nothing nefarious. Our intention is purely to entertain and provide exceptional service for our dearest prefect,” he explains, his words as polished as his appearance.

The table falls silent, everyone's eyes darting between the prefect and the twins. The prefect, caught between intrigue and loyalty to their friends, finally nods. “Alright, I’ll come,” they say, trying to sound confident.

“But prefect!” All the first-years, including Grim, voiced their worries in an effort to persuade the prefect. Ace's and Sebek's voices rang out the loudest as both boys rose from their seats. The prefect reassured them, saying that everything would be fine."Trust me," they said, offering a reassuring smile. "I’ll be back before you know it, and I’ll tell you all about it."

Floyd claps his hands together, his excitement palpable. “Great! We promise it’ll be unforgettable,” he chirps, his smile wide and enigmatic.

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The prefect arrives at Mostro Lounge precisely as the Leech twins instructed. They took note of the dress code details provided by the twins and chose the finest attire they could find in their closet that suited the occasion. As they gaze from the entrance of the lounge, it becomes clear that the other students dining that evening are also elegantly dressed. It appears that a special event is taking place in the lounge.

Jade approaches the prefect with a charming demeanor, offering his warmest smile and placing a hand on his chest. His outfit bore a resemblance to his typical dorm wear, but it was elevated with fancier fabric and adorned with a few embellishments here and there.

"Welcome to Mostro Lounge, my dearest prefect." His eyes are shut like crescent moons, revealing a glimpse of his sharp teeth as he adds, “You certainly look as magnificent as a pearl this evening.” Slightly taken aback by the compliment, a dust of pink shade appears across the prefect's cheeks. The prefect responds with a sheepish smile.

"Thank you, Jade. You look dashing as well."

"How kind of you, prefect. Now, please, kindly permit me to escort you to your designated seat."

The stroll from the entrance isn't too lengthy, as the table designated for the prefect is centrally located within the raised area of the room. A long, curved sofa encircles a table at its center. What sets this evening apart is the makeshift stage positioned at the far end of the room. It truly feels like tonight is something extraordinary. The prefect sits on the sofa and waits for further instructions from the merfolk.

"You may look at the meal for tonight on the menu. They will come around shortly to take your order,” Jade announces with a soft, melodic voice that seems to ripple through the air like a gentle current. The prefect nods appreciatively, picking up the elegantly designed menu that rests on the table. Leech excuses himself to leave and tend to other matters.

As the prefect glances through the selections, the room begins to fill with an anticipatory hum. Guests chat in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally darting to the stage, eager for the evening's entertainment to commence. The atmosphere is electric, yet soothing, as if the very walls were imbued with the promise of enchantment.

Moments later, a member of Octavinelle approaches to take their order. Then it doesn't take long for the meal to be served. Gradually, from the appetizer to the refreshing beverage and finally to the main course, everything is laid out with elegance. The table is adorned with dishes that look like they belong in a gourmet magazine, each one meticulously prepared and artfully presented. As they savor each bite, the flavors burst onto their palates, a testament to the chef's skill and creativity.

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After all the empty plates had been taken, a tall figure walked toward the prefect with relaxed strides. Stopping by the table with a wide, toothy smile, Floyd places a plate with a cloche on top of it.

"Shrimpyyy, you're here!" Leech is also wearing an elevated version of his dorm uniform. However, typical of his character, he is dressed rather messily compared to his brother.

“Floyd! What are you holding? I don't recall placing another order.” Instead of responding right away, Floyd plops down on the sofa beside them. His huge, strong arms wrap around the prefect's shoulders, pressing against the boy's torso.

“If it weren't for Jade insisting on waiting by the entrance, I would have greeted you first! I would have led you to the table and spent more time with you!” The prefect quickly taps Leech's hand, signaling the weight pressing down on them, but Floyd still doesn't release his embrace. “I’m glad you actually listened to us! My threat worked!”

“Floyyddd, please stop!” Finally, the boy loosens his grip but continues to hold onto them. Although still in a somewhat awkward position, the prefect feels relieved to be able to breathe again. They reach out to lift the cloche off the plate, revealing a beautifully presented cake adorned in a striking shade of purple.

“Ah! That’s a complimentary dessert from us! You see, you don’t have to cover everything tonight. Since Azul insisted, he wants you to enjoy the cake as a token of how special you are to us!” Now that his name has been brought up, the prefect realized they hadn’t seen Azul anywhere. Considering the invitation likely originated from him, it’s quite strange that he hasn’t made an appearance. Moreover, the fact that they don’t have to pay for anything tonight adds a sense of guilt. If only they could explain to him that all of this is unnecessary.

Suddenly, a warm breath brushes against their ear as Leech leans in, tension palpable. "You know, shrimpy. We know what you did, and it made us verrryyy upset."

They instinctively glance at the boy with a raised eyebrow, asking, “What do you mean by that?” However, before Floyd can respond, his brother gestures for him to leave the prefect from a distance, signaling that the performance is about to begin. Floyd reluctantly releases his grip on the prefect, feeling a tinge of disappointment, but his mood shifts as quickly as a gust of wind.

“Well, the food is merely the beginning. The real excitement is just around the corner! See you later, shrimpy!” With that, Floyd walks away. The prefect, still flustered by his earlier comment, decides to set those thoughts aside and savor the complimentary dessert. It could've just been one of Floyd's absurd behaviors. Just as they take their first bite, the lights in the lounge dim, and all eyes turn toward the stage.

There stands Azul, also adorned in an elevated version of the dorm uniform, with his hand holding a tall ribbon microphone. Behind him are some Octavinelle students with their instruments ready.

“Thank you for joining us on this special evening. As you all know, I am Azul, the housewarden of Octavinelle. Tonight, I will be performing a beautiful song dedicated to someone special.” In an instant, as Azul utters the final words of his introduction, it seems his gaze lingers on the prefect's. They watch him with eager anticipation. A jazzy instrumental begins to play, setting the stage for the performance.

"This may come, this may come as some surprise. But I miss you."

Azul's voice, smooth and rich, fills the room as he begins to sing. The melody weaves through the air, enchanting the audience with its charm and elegance. While the performance is still going, the prefect is suddenly overcome with a wave of heaviness on their chest.

"They take his love, but it doesn't feel like mine They taste his kiss, his kisses are not wine, they're not mine."

The band behind him provides a lively accompaniment, each instrument adding its own unique flavor to the performance. The bass guitar thumps with a steady rhythm, the piano keys dance lightly under skilled fingers, and the trumpet punctuates the air with a bright flourish. Together, they create a harmonious blend that perfectly complements Azul's vocals.

"They take, but surely he can't give what I'm feeling now He takes, but surely he doesn't know how."

The prefect still can't explain what they are experiencing. It is almost as if there is guilt lingering in their chest. But they are not sure what the reason could be. They even wonder if it has any correlation to what Floyd had mentioned before.

"Is it a crime?"

In an effort to relish the performance, they give it their all. Without a doubt, Azul is delivering an impressive show. However, an uncomfortable sensation begins to envelop their body, causing a light sheen of sweat. As their gaze locks with Azul's, the world around them fades into a blur.

"That I still want you And I want you to want me, too"

His piercing eyes stared straight into the prefect's. They feel a gentle tug at the edges of their consciousness, as if coaxing them to surrender. They can almost feel themselves slipping into the calm Azul is crafting, a serene ocean of tranquility.

However, in a moment of lost composure, their grip on the fork used to enjoy the dessert slips, causing it to crash onto the floor. The loud clatter echoes in the prefect's vicinity, instantly breaking their trance. The comforting haze evaporates, and the world snaps back into sharp focus. Azul's eyes widen slightly, his expression faltering for a brief moment before he quickly regains his composure, masking his disappointment.

"Tell me, is it a crime?"

When the final chords echo through the hall, there is a moment of hushed silence before the room erupts into applause, a testament to the power of music and the magic of the evening. Azul's eyes stay on the prefect's figure while they fetch the fork on the floor.

Before the prefect rises to wrap up the evening, Jade quickly steps up from the side. He advises them to hold on until Azul arrives to have a conversation with them. As the room gradually becomes empty, with only Octavinelle members walking around for a clean-up, Azul, with Floyd on his side, approaches. A smile plasters on his visage.

“Perfect! It truly is a delight to see you here. I’m thrilled that you accepted our invitation for the evening. You look as lovely as the moonlight.” Once again, a small blush spreads on their visage. The prefect beams up at him from their seat, feeling a wave of gratitude for the warmth and hospitality extended to them that night.

"I must say, words cannot fully capture my gratitude for tonight, Azul. However, I do feel a bit guilty for not being able to cover all of this."

“Nonsense! Everything is handled. You matter much more to us than you realize.” In one quick motion, Jade and Floyd shift the table out of the prefect's line of sight, allowing Azul to draw nearer to their seat. This action leaves them a bit puzzled, but they choose not to voice their thoughts. As the customers have all left and other Octavinelle staffs cleaning in the kitchen area, the lounge becomes empty, somewhat eerily so.

A pair of hands rests on the prefect's shoulders, prompting them to look up and see Floyd grinning widely from behind the sofa. They also feel a dip beside them as Jade takes a seat. All of this unfolds without their awareness, as an arm wraps around the prefect's back, with a hand gently resting on their thigh—both gestures belonging to Jade. He merely flashes his sinister smile. Floyd's embrace grows tighter as he pulls the prefect closer, wrapping his arms around their shoulders.

"W-what's happening...?" With their attention diverted, Azul slowly caresses their cheek. As they realize his face is just inches away from theirs, a wave of panic washes over them.

"My dearest pearl, why were you with him?" The prefect becomes increasingly uncomfortable and confused by the question.

"I don't know what you mean?!" Both the Leechs' smiles grow wider, baring their sharp teeth.

"Shrimpy, don't act coy! You forgot about that time you played with mahi-mahi in the sea!"

“Do you not remember your little playdate with the Prince, prefect?” The prince...? In that instant, they vividly recalled the day spent with the merfolk prince. However, the prefect was further puzzled by how much the trio seemed to know about their encounter. Surely, they couldn't have been present during the incident at sea.

"Our love is much bigger and stronger than he could ever give you. It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean. Yet you were out there in the water with him." Azul's free hand gradually glides toward his trouser pocket to fetch an item. With their eyes still locked onto him, he pulls out a small vial filled with a purple liquid. "My dear, you have no idea how much it pains us to hear that."

The potion, brewed earlier, emits bubbles within the container. A wicked solution to the trio’s desperation upon hearing the news of their infatuation spending time with another, or rather, an enemy of theirs. They had become aware of their story from gossip shared among other students. His hand, which had been resting on the prefect's face, lowers gently to their lips, slowly prying them apart.

As the vial draws closer to the prefect, some footsteps could be heard from the entrance.

"Prefect! Are you there?!" Everyone immediately snaps to the source of the sound, and Azul automatically hides the vial back into his pocket. There stands the first-year friend group, and Grim barging into Mostro Lounge. Upon seeing the position the prefect is in, all of their eyes widen.

"Myah! Just what are you about to do to them?!" Grim swiftly runs toward the prefect and jumps onto their lap, protecting them from the three merfolk. The trio backs away from them to avoid further misunderstanding.

"Why did you guys come here?"

“We got worried when we noticed you hadn’t returned to Ramshackle,” Ace remarks as he approaches the prefect, with Deuce trailing closely behind.

“Exactly! We came here to ensure that you’re alright.” He kneels beside the prefect, holding their hand to confirm that they are safe. Then, he turns to the trio lingering nearby. “But... what were you three doing crowding around them earlier?”

Azul regards the two boys with a hint of disdain, raising both arms slightly to emphasize that he is not engaging in anything 'suspicious.' He then shifts into his typical charming persona to diffuse the tension.

"We assure you, we haven’t caused any harm to our esteemed prefect. We simply provided the finest service at Mostro Lounge, as they are our valued guest, Spade." Floyd adopts a bored posture, while Jade maintains his usual composed demeanor, despite feeling quite the opposite internally.

"Once again, we appreciate your visit to our establishment, prefect. We hope to welcome you back soon." Azul performs a grand bow before the prefect, who lets out a sigh as the situation unfolds. Everything has become unusually complicated, leaving many questions unanswered. However, they choose to let it go, knowing they have a group of boys whose worries they need to address.

"Alright. I am also very grateful for tonight's events. I'll return when the time comes." They stand from their seat with Grim in their hold, gesturing the first-years to leave the lounge. "Come on, guys. Let's go back."

“Would you like to join me in Scarabia so we can work on the assignment together?”

The prefect finally gazes at Jamil, their eyes sparkling with intrigue. Viper reflects on how effortless it is to decipher their emotions as he scrutinizes those eyes. However, a hint of hesitation stirs within them.

"But is it okay? Are you not busy?"

"I happen to be free today, and why would I say no to you?" A wave of warmth and relief washes over them as they ask him to take the lead. With the hallway now deserted, the two stroll side by side toward the Hall of Mirrors.

It’s quite unusual for him to have their company like this. Previously, he had only watched them from a distance, but now he finds himself comfortably beside them, without the initial lingering apprehension from his overblot incident. He’s having them all to himself, for now. Every word they speak is like a melody meant just for him, and he can't help but hang on to their every syllable.

He savors this moment, engraving every detail into his memory—their scent, the way their eyes glimmer under the dim lights of the hall, and the soft laughter that spills from their lips. He wonders if they realize how much power they hold over him, how every glance fuels a fire that he guards jealously.

The thought of anyone else being this close to them sits uneasily in his mind, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Yet, in this moment, the tempest within him is calmed by the gentle cadence of their voice. As they walk, the echoes of their footsteps resonate softly against the grand architecture around them, creating a rhythm that feels as intimate as a heartbeat.

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As Jamil and the prefect stroll through the hallways of Scarabia, they unexpectedly encounter Kalim, who is accompanied by three other members of Scarabia. Upon spotting the duo, his eyes light up with excitement as he wraps up his conversation with the other students.

“Alright! Let’s discuss this another time! Please send me the details in the group chat!” As the three figures depart with cheerful smiles, Kalim turns to greet Jamil and the prefect, his smile radiant. Viper feels a pang in his heart, realizing that his time alone with the prefect is coming to an end.

“Prefect! Jamil! It’s wonderful to see you! Especially you, Prefect!” He quickens his pace toward the magicless student and takes both of their hands. “I’m so thrilled to see you here! So, what brings you by?”

The prefect chuckles at the white-haired boy's enthusiasm. "Jamil said he wants to help me with my History of Magic assignment." Kalim’s excitement intensifies, more so since the prefect is staying longer in his dorm. He bounces joyfully on his spot and invites them to his room, saying, “Why don’t we do it in my room? It’ll be more comfy for everyone! Ooh! We could even discuss the topic together!” Jamil's expression darkens at this suggestion, showing reluctance to accept his housemate's invitation.

The prefect glances at Jamil, noticing the slight sweat forming due to Kalim's enthusiasm. With their observant eyes and awareness of the dynamics around them, they understand the relationship Viper and Al-Asim have. They are aware of all of it. Therefore, they need to ensure that the long-haired boy is okay with everything. However, even Jamil finds it hard to decline the white-haired boy's invitation. He shrugs and decides to go along with it.

“Fine by me.” At this, Kalim leaps even higher in joy.

“Yay! Come on! This way!”

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Time seems to slip away as the sky deepens into darkness. A cool breeze wafts through the large arched windows of Al-Asim's room, where the moonlight casts a tranquil glow. The warm lighting envelops the space, creating a cozy atmosphere. The prefect, Jamil, and Kalim are seated on the floor, gathered around a low table with textbooks and notes scattered around them. The only voice breaking the silence is Jamil's as he explains the assignment.

“The task for this class is ‘The Origin of Magic from Country A and Historical Resolution.’” The prefect listens quietly, trying their best to comprehend Viper's words, as does Al-Asim. However, his focus lies elsewhere.

“In my opinion... this war was a surprise attack orchestrated by Country B to counter Country A's formidable military strength.” Al-Asim's ruby-red eyes remain fixed on the prefect, propping himself up with both hands on the table as he gazes at them with admiration.

In his eyes, the prefect embodies perfection. It wasn't merely love at first sight; Kalim genuinely believes that their encounter was destined. Their kindness, candid nature, and profound empathy captivate him. He studies those sparkling eyes, yearning to decipher what they truly think of him and how they instinctively know just the right words to make his heart flutter.

Kalim's heart races with each passing moment, a mix of excitement and an overwhelming need to keep the prefect close. He can't help but imagine a world where they belong solely to him, where no distractions or other people could ever come between them. A world where they could bask in each other's presence endlessly.

“However, given how different Country B's culture and civilization are from those of Country A, the concept of Magic A, which is exclusive to Country B, must have been…” Jamil's voice trails off as he notices the prefect’s furrowed brows. Aside from their fatigue, it seems they are struggling to fully grasp everything he just explained. He gently touches their hand for reassurance.

“You're having a hard time, aren't you? History is merely a game of deception among nations.” This snaps Kalim back to reality, and he notices his friend holding the prefect's hand. This action stirs a peculiar feeling in his heart, though he can’t quite place why. The prefect resumes jotting down notes to complete their assignment while Jamil turns to him.

“Prefect, why don't we let you focus for now while we prepare? Right, Kalim?” The Scarabia housewarden feels slightly confused by his vice’s statement but soon realizes it’s already late.

“Y-yes, prefect! If you need to rest, feel free to lie down on the bed! We’ll see you later.” With that, the pair exits through the door.

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The door quietly swings open to reveal Jamil and Kalim already dressed in their loungewear. As they step inside, they notice the prefect is not at the low table as expected. Instead, they find the prefect lying on the bed with their back turned to them.

“Wah! Prefect!” Kalim exclaims, dashing over to the bed to get closer. He plops down beside the prefect and gazes at them fondly.

“You must be really tired, huh?” Jamil comments as he picks up the magicless' notebook to read what they’ve written, smiling as he sees they are gradually grasping the subject and his explanations.

“Kalim, since it’s already late, I’m heading back to my room.” However, Kalim stops Jamil.

“Wait! Why don’t you stay here with us? A sleepover! I’m sure the prefect would be happy too…?” Once again, he feels that familiar flutter in his chest. Kalim simply wants to have both of his beloved people close tonight, yet he finds himself hesitating over his own words. Jamil would rather sleep next to the prefect alone, without anyone else, yet he smirks inwardly and accepts this arrangement.

“Alright. I just need to grab something from my room, and I’ll be back.” Kalim shakes off his doubts and continues to watch the prefect as they sleep. There was a lingering silence before he lay down next to them, gently stroking their face with his free hand. Before Viper departs, Al-Asim calls out to him once more.

“Jamil, we should do this more often.” The long-haired boy furrows one brow at the other’s statement, confusion clearly displayed on his face.

“What do you mean by that? The prefect usually sticks with their own group of friends, don’t they?” Kalim's red eyes are locked on the prefect’s expression, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I mean, even if they're busy, you can always use your unique magic, right? That way, we could hang out more often.” At Kalim’s last words, Jamil simply chuckles and exits the room.

“Mom and Dad would love to meet you, even brothers and sisters.” He sighs heavily, as if trying to contain the overwhelming love welling up inside him. He scoots closer, slipping an arm beneath the prefect and another over them. “I’d cherish every night holding you like this in bed. I’d give you anything you want.” His eyes grow heavy, and he whispers,

"All I really want is you."

Not long after, the door swings open to reveal Jamil, wearing the headband he had taken from his room. He notices both figures lying on the bed, nestled beneath the blanket. With a soft sigh, he dims the lights. Viper approaches the bed and spots a space next to the prefect, presumably reserved for him.

His dark charcoal eyes scrutinize every detail of the prefect’s visage. Climbing onto the bed, he reaches for the prefect's tie, swiftly untangling it to ease the constriction around their neck while they sleep. He also removes both their socks, folding them carefully with the necktie and placing the items on the nearest nightstand. Finally, he unbuttons a few buttons on their shirt.

His gaze lingers on the area around their neck, thoughts racing through his mind. He slowly caresses the area with his hand. Deep inside, he grapples with unanswered questions about the prefect that he fears he may never uncover. With his sharp perception, he senses that there are things the prefect knows that remain a mystery to him, including their true feelings toward him.

While they appear to be endlessly friendly with their peers at NRC, he yearns to delve into their innermost thoughts and emotions. They may see themselves as an outsider in this world, but Jamil would do anything to keep them from returning to their own realm, if that is even a possibility.

"I don’t understand anything you two are saying; we’re all friends here. There’s no ‘lucky guy’" While the other two are busy with their own discussions of the 'mystery', the Scarabia student remains calm and eyes the prefect curiously. He finally joins in with his own hypothesis.

"Hmm, is it between Ace or Deuce?" The prefect responds with a disinterested gaze directed at the boy, who merely smiles back while the other two regard him with curiosity. Despite the circumstances, those two are the closest companions to the prefect.

"What's going on between Ace and me?"

In an instant, the trio turns to find two familiar, boisterous first-year students from Heartslabyul. Spade was the first to speak up, his brows furrowed in curiosity alongside his companion. While everyone generally gets along, this duo is notably recognized for their fiercely protective nature towards the prefect.

Many students have begun to speculate about the nature of their relationship, given how affectionate and close they appear to be with one another. It almost seems like they are in an exclusive relationship; however, some peers are not keen to voice such opinions. Unbeknownst to the prefect, the duo takes pleasure in being perceived as "more than just friends," even though each secretly prefers to keep their bond with the prefect more exclusive.

"What are you three doing crowding around the prefect like that?" the orange-haired student snapped, casting them an annoyed glance. The Pomefiore tried to clarify and prevent the duo from thinking that he and the other two were doing anything bad to the prefect.

“Come on, Ace! It's not like we're bullying the prefect! We’re just having some fun!” He forced a laugh in an effort to lighten the mood, but none of his attempts seemed to be successful. Spade just sighs, while Trappola doesn't seem to want to deal with this any further.

“Tsk, whatever. Let’s go find something to eat, Prefect, Grim.” Grim awakens from his slumber, disturbed by the surrounding commotion, while the Prefect sighs, closes their book, and stands up alongside Ace and Deuce. The Pomefiore and Heartslabyul first-years are snickering, observing the scene unfold as if it were a show while the Scarabia student merely smirks with intrigue. Ace glances back at them, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"You three enjoy your date!"

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The sky darkens, and a torrential downpour begins. The wind picks up, creating an atmosphere that starkly contrasts with the calm of the morning. Classes have concluded, and students are dispersed, making their way back to their dorms or continuing with their club activities. One particular quartet dashes toward the Ramshackle dorm. With their bags serving as makeshift umbrellas and their blazers held over their heads for protection, they sprint as quickly as possible toward shelter.

All four of them pause to catch their breath as they step into the dorm. They set down their bags and remove their wet shoes, placing them to dry in the corridor.

“I didn’t expect you two to follow us all the way here,” remarks the prefect, taking a moment to rest against the wall.

"Well, it's not like I got club activities today. and neither does Deuce. What's wrong with just hanging out?” Ace said, shooting Deuce a knowing glance. Deuce initially looked back at him in confusion. “And since the weather is still terrible, it seems that Deuce and I have no choice but to have a sleepover here!” The prefect raised an eyebrow at Ace's declaration.

“What will Riddle think? I mean, I won’t force you to go out in this weather either, but won’t he get upset with both of you?” Ace struck a playful thinking pose as if to “ponder” their concerns, though he already knew exactly what to say.

“Nah, he’ll understand given the circumstances.” Ace grinned, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Besides, we all know Riddle has a soft spot for the prefect. I’m sure he’ll be relieved knowing we’re keeping them company.”

Deuce nodded, finally catching on to Ace’s plan. “Yeah, and with the storm coming, it’s best to stick together. Safety in numbers, right?” He flashed a reassuring smile at the prefect, hoping to ease any lingering doubts.

The prefect chuckled softly, appreciating their enthusiasm and camaraderie. “Alright, you both win. Let’s make the most of this impromptu sleepover. I’ll grab some blankets and snacks. Grim will be thrilled to have more company, though I suspect he’ll sleep through most of it.”

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Outside, the winds began to howl, but inside, the trio found solace in each other’s presence. After shifting the coffee table to one side of the room, the living area is now adorned with blankets and pillows strewn about. Grim is sound asleep atop a mountain of pillows, while the trio relaxes side by side beneath the blanket, with the prefect nestled in the center. Preoccupied with their phone, they are unaware of the gentle gaze Deuce casts in their direction.

You've got a way, contagious in a room

In this intimate setting, his thoughts spiral wildly at the slightest touch of skin. He gazes at every bit of exposed skin the prefect has revealed—starting from their hands, the tips of their fingers, moving toward their neck, then to their cheek and nose, and back again to their neck. He scrutinizes every part of it.

Hallucinate when I'm dancin' with you

There might be a hint of guilt regarding his own behavior that gives him a creepy vibe; however, as long as they remain unaware, it shouldn't pose a problem, or so he thinks. He yearns to breathe in their scent, desire more physical contact, and reduce the distance between them.

On the other hand, Ace sets his phone aside to give his eyes a break. His gaze shifts towards the prefect beside him. He positions himself to face them, maintaining his focus. Deep down, he wishes Deuce weren't present; he wants them all to himself. He’s aware of his selfishness, but he feels the need to remain vigilant in case anyone attempts to take them away. However, he knows that he and Deuce share an advantage, and he intends to make the most of this moment.

All that it takes is a taste and we'll know what we should do

Ace slowly moves his hand closer towards their torso, resting just right next to them. But before he can make any more moves, the prefect speaks.

“You know, I’m quite thankful that you left some of your clothes here. It comes in handy during moments like this.” The prefect's gaze remains fixed on their phone as they speak, oblivious to Ace's actions. There was a deeper motive behind Ace leaving his clothes aside from spontaneous sleepovers. He intends to subtly claim the prefect, gradually leaving hints of his presence in Ramshackle. It was all part of a meticulous plan. However, what he didn’t realize was that he wasn’t the only one with intentions.

“Absolutely! And you’re more than welcome to wear them as well, prefect! I’m sure you’d look great in mine.” Deuce feels a bit puzzled by Ace’s remark but quickly engages as if it were a friendly competition. “That’s correct, prefect! You can wear mine too!”

Ace glances at the other boy with a hint of annoyance but decides to steer the conversation in a different direction—one that has been hanging in the air all day after the earlier fiasco.

“So, who is it?” The prefect finally looks to him from their phone, confusion etched on their face. “What do you mean by ‘who’?” Trappola chuckles lightly.

“The ‘lucky guy’?” they sigh, clearly fatigued by the question.

“Seriously? You’re asking that ridiculous question?” They return their gaze to their phone, absorbed in whatever has captured their attention. However, they continue, “There’s no one, alright? It’s just…” Their voice trails off as they ponder. Finally, they set their phone down. “I’m still scared. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Both boys look at their crush intently, internally dissecting every word they had just uttered. They press on, "Maybe someday. But right now, I'm happy to have you both. I think our friendship is special."

Trappola and Spade fall silent, their expressions darkening at this admission. He notices that their hands are curled under the sleeves because of the cold. Then he and Spade shares a knowing look. As subtly as he can, Ace wraps his arm around the prefect's torso, which is snug beneath the blanket, drawing closer until he envelops them completely. The prefect is taken aback by his gesture, but doesn’t seem entirely opposed to it. Deuce also moves in to join them.

Too soon to say, better behave

"We think you're special too, prefect. Let us make you warm then." Before they even realize it, Ace gently kisses their forehead, slipping his hand beneath the blanket to fully envelop them. His hand gradually slides under their shirt, resting softly on their stomach. Deuce nestles his head against their collarbone, resting one leg atop the prefect's.

He snuggles into their neck, planting slow kisses, savoring each moment. One of his hands intertwines with theirs. Another sneaks behind their back, holding them under their shirt. The prefect feels a wave of embarrassment, their cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. Yet, both boys chuckle softly, their arms wrapping around them more tightly and slowly wander around. Their legs intertwine, gradually spreading warmth throughout. The boys reassure them that everything will be fine as long as this remains a secret. Slowly, they drift off to sleep.

"What a pleasant surprise to run into you, prefect. Thought you'd be back in your dorm by now." He maintains a soft, soothing voice as he makes sure to charm the prefect. They respond with their warmest smile.

“I wanted to discuss the potion class assignment with Crewel just a moment ago. I’m guessing that you don’t have any club activities today.” Schoenheit gazes affectionately at them, his eyes gradually drifting down to their slightly loosened necktie.

Every time they turn the lights down

They flinch a little at the unexpected closeness he brings, adjusting their necktie with a warm smile. “Ah, the ever-diligent student," Vil teases gently, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and mischief. "It's good to see someone taking their studies seriously. But I must confess, I’m quite relieved our paths crossed today." He adds some sultriness to his voice to make himself even more charming, as if he wasn't already.

Just wanna go that extra mile for you

The prefect tilts their head curiously, prompting Vil to continue. "You see," he begins, a hint of vulnerability threading through his typically composed demeanor, "there's something about your presence that’s... refreshing. Perhaps it’s the way you carry yourself, or the sincerity in your eyes. In a world where appearances often overshadow substance, you remind me that there’s more to see beyond the surface."

Public display of affection

The prefect, taken aback by his candid admission, feels a flush of warmth rise to their cheeks. "Thank you, Vil. That means a lot coming from someone like you," they reply earnestly. With his eyes subtly darkening the longer he stares at their visage, the more he craves them. His gaze intensifies, as if he's memorizing every detail of their expression.

Feels like no one else in the room (but you)

Vil's smile widens, though a certain intensity lingers beneath his charming exterior. "You know," he murmurs, stepping just a fraction closer, "it's rare for me to find someone who captivates me so thoroughly. Your presence is like a melody I can't seem to forget." His voice lowers, a whisper meant only for them, as if the very air around them held secrets meant only for their ears. The prefect simply smiles, unaware of the intensity of emotions Schoenheit feels underneath the surface. But ignorance is bliss.

While the two are preoccupied with each other, they remain oblivious to the footsteps approaching from behind the prefect. Leona, who has just woken up from a nap in the school's botanical garden, is on his way to the Hall of Mirrors when he unexpectedly encounters the prefect standing too close to another man. He walks in his usual weary manner, but as he notices the unfolding scene, he lifts his head, eyes wide, for a split second. With furrowed brows, he quickens his pace and abruptly pulls the prefect close to his torso.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Vil's mood sours the moment Leona arrives. With his arms crossed in disapproval, he reflects a sense of disappointment.

Leona's presence seems to cast a shadow over the moment, causing an awkward tension to hang in the air. The prefect, caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics, glances between the two, unsure of how to diffuse the situation.

“We were simply discussing some... school matters. It's none of your business.” Vil retorts sharply, his voice laced with irritation. He uncrosses his arms, attempting to regain his composure, but the tension is palpable.

Leona, however, is not easily swayed. He leans slightly forward, his gaze unwavering. “Discussing school matters? Really?” he questions, his tone dripping with skepticism. The prefect shifts uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Leona's scrutiny.

It is quite clear that the two boys are at odds with one another, but there’s an underlying reason for their current hostility. This tension stems from their rivalry over the prefect they both admire. Leona, in particular, is reluctant to admit this in front of anyone else. However, Vil's possessive nature only escalates the situation. Neither of them is comfortable with the idea of their beloved paying attention to the other.

"It's okay, Leona. Vil wasn't doing anything bad to me," the prefect tries their best to ease the tension as both boys exchange hostile looks. But before anyone could utter another word, loud noises gradually filled the air. A throng of students flooded the hallway from various directions, with some coming from nearby classrooms and others returning from their designated club activities around the school grounds. It seems that the enthusiasm to head back to their dorms stems from the fact that today is Friday, which fuels their eagerness to welcome the weekend.

The crowd grew so dense that the area became cramped, with everyone hurriedly making their way back to their dorms. In this tight situation, both Schoenheit and Kingscholar found themselves pushed into the prefect. The prefect's back pressed against Leona's torso, while their front was flush into Vil's. A pair of hands was positioned on either side of their body, while another pair rested gently on their shoulders to hold them steady.

This close proximity caused the prefect to feel a wave of embarrassment, their face turning a bright shade of pink as they became acutely aware of the contrasting scents of perfume and body spray emanating from each boy.

It took a few more minutes for the hallway to clear completely, as the swarm of students hurried back to their dorms. Once only the trio remained, both Vil and Leona stepped away from the prefect to check on their well-being. Vil, always graceful and attentive, gently cupped the prefect's face, examining it closely to ensure they were okay. The prefect's previously flushed cheeks began to calm down.

“Prefect, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?” he inquired, his face a blend of concern and gentleness as he cautiously examined their face. Meanwhile, Leona remained silent, observing the Pomefiore Housewarden’s actions. Watching everything unfold with irritation. When the prefect wasn’t looking, Vil shot a taunting look at the Prince, provoking him about his closeness to them. Leona shrugged and reached towards the prefect’s arm.

“Tch. That’s enough. Let’s just go.” Frustrated with the recent events, he firmly pulled the prefect along, leading them out of the school building toward the Ramshackle dorm. The prefect, bewildered by the sudden shift, could only follow. Kingscholar’s grip was not too tight, but it was strong enough to guide them along.

“You worthless prince!” Vil grumbled irritably, trailing behind as he still felt unsatisfied with the time he had alone with the prefect. He was also unwilling to allow the lion to be alone with them. Schoenheit needed to ensure he wouldn’t get ahead of him. However, as the trio made their way across the school grounds toward the Ramshackle dorm, they remained oblivious to the sky gradually turning grey.

₊˚✩彡

Entering the ramshackle dorm, Leona finally releases their hand and strides directly into the living room. He casually flops down onto the large sofa, lying sideways and using a pillow to support his head. Vil, still visibly annoyed, stands at the entrance to the living room, arms crossed in disapproval.

“Did you really have to drag them like that?” he asks, joining the prefect as they both watch the drowsy figure on the sofa. “Don’t you think this behavior is unacceptable, prefect?” The prefect can only respond with a sheepish smile, uncertain of how to handle the lion beastman. After all, it has become quite common for him to waltz into their dorm just to take a nap. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time. At this point, I’ve grown accustomed to it.”

A sudden clap of thunder jolts everyone in the room, catching them off guard. Through the windows, they notice the sky has turned a dark shade of grey, signaling the onset of a torrential downpour. The wind picks up, growing stronger, and the rain pours down heavily, making it impossible for anyone to venture outside. Amidst this chaos, hurried footsteps echo from the stairs, revealing Grim as he frantically rushes down, clearly startled awake by the storm.

“Henchman!” he exclaims, leaping into the prefect's arms and clinging tightly. “I was just taking a nap, and the weather was perfectly fine! The storm woke me—” He then notices two figures also trapped under the dormitory's roof. “What?! What are you two doing here??”

Vil nonchalantly looks away with a touch of sass, while Leona, having just closed his eyes moments before, remains silent. The prefect lets out a nervous laugh, attempting to ease the tension. “They walked me here. Um, does this mean you guys are stuck here for the night?”

Grim furrows his brow in confusion. “What? Don’t you all have some kind of teleportation magic? Can’t you just go back without getting drenched?”

Vil replies with a disinterested expression, “You’re mistaken, Grim. Only certain individuals possess that ability.”

“We’re not like that lizard, furball.” Even with his eyes closed, Leona is attentive to the conversation. An awkward silence follows, leaving the prefect feeling embarrassed, as they ponder whether it was incorrect to assume all housewardens had the ability to teleport.

"Haha... since my bed is too small for two or even more people, I guess I'll grab some preparations from upstairs. But I only got some of Ace's and Deuce's clothes in my room, and I don't know if you guys would fit mine so...." At the names they dropped, both Vil and Leona, with one of his eyes open, shot the prefect a questioning look.

"Ace?"

"Deuce?"

"Oh, both of them were here just not long ago. We slept together in the living room too. They left their clothes here in case something similar happens again."

It suddenly struck them that a very similar situation had occurred with Ace and Deuce. At least the prefect had felt at ease with them; this situation, however, is entirely different. Unbeknownst to the prefect, both housewardens tense up at the mention of them sharing a space with those two troublemakers from Heartslabyul. Their expressions darken, clearly displeased by this information. Vil lets out a deep sigh.

“So Rook was right…” Vil’s mind races with an influx of thoughts, while the prefect looks at him, puzzled by his remark.

“R-Rook…?” Vil quickly grasps their shoulders, startling them with the sudden touch. He gazes at them with an affectionate look, almost resembling a pleading puppy, and asks, “But you’ll stay with me too, right, prefect? You can’t just leave me alone with him.” Leona simply returns to closing his eyes, while the prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down.

“Yes... I will be with you both, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to sleep alone in this weather anyway.” They gently release Vil’s hands and turn away, saying, “Grim and I are going to grab the pillows and blankets. We’ll be back before you know it.”

₊˚✩彡

A knock echoes from the door of the prefect's room. At that moment, they stand before their open wardrobe, contemplating which clothing to lend the two housewardens for the night. Promptly, they call out to the person outside to enter. The door swings open to reveal Leona, wearing his signature nonchalant expression.

"You’re taking so long," he remarks softly as he closes the door behind him.

"Sorry, I just can’t decide what clothes to lend you for tonight." Leona's gaze falls on a folded shirt on the bed, and he strides over to it. Panic sets in for the prefect.

"Wait! That’s—"

It’s an oversized, cozy shirt they purchased during a weekend adventure in downtown Sage's Island. Designed for a relaxed fit, it’s a one-size-fits-all piece they enjoyed wearing the night before and hadn’t washed yet because they intended to wear it again. But before they can intervene, Leona snatches it up.

"I know, and I’m perfectly fine with it." The prefect drops their hand in resignation, watching in silence as the lion beastman continues. Unexpectedly, he begins to unbutton his vest, letting it fall onto the bed. The prefect opens their mouth to ask what he’s doing but stops, caught off guard.

Next, he reaches for the top button of his shirt, locking eyes with them. With a playful glint in his eye, he slowly unbuttons, creating palpable tension in the air. The prefect’s heartbeat quickens, yet they remain silent, unsure of how to react.

Cameras are flashing

Leona continues unbuttoning until he reaches the middle of his torso; with the collar of his shirt falling to one side, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. His smile broadens as the prefect struggles to decide whether to maintain eye contact or sneak a glimpse at his physique. At that moment, they felt compelled to remain watching. And the lion is clearly enjoying the moment. Finally, as he discards his shirt, the room seems to shrink, drawing them into an intimate world where nothing else exists but the two of them. Unveiling his chiseled torso under the warm glow of the room's lighting.

They keep watching

Leona's leisurely pace is both a tease and a torment, his gaze fixed on them with a promise that stirs something deep within. The prefect feels a bead of sweat trickle down their neck, despite the chilly atmosphere created by the rain. He slips his arms into the oversized shirt, quickly inhaling the scent of the fabric that belonged to the prefect the previous night. He buttons the shirt from the bottom to the top, leaving a few buttons undone at the collar. As his hands rest on the waistband of his slacks, he suddenly halts.

Keep watching

Leona's eyes never waver from the prefect, his expression a mixture of mischief and something more intense, something almost too complex for them to grasp. “Oops, don’t be greedy,” he remarks. The prefect instinctively turns away, their face burning bright red like a tomato. Leona can't help but smile, relishing the moment he caught them off guard. He strides over to the pile of pillows and blankets they had gathered earlier in the center of the room and picks them up.

“I’m taking these with me,” he declares, before exiting the room, leaving the prefect to regain their composure. As the blush fades, they glance back at the emptiness left behind and give their own face a brisk slap to dispel the confusing thoughts swirling in their mind.

“Argh, focus, [name].”

₊˚✩彡

As the prefect descends the stairs from the second floor, they notice that all the furniture has been moved aside. A makeshift bed crafted from layers of blankets lies in the center, with pillows arranged neatly, except for one that Leona has clearly used for sleeping. Grim is sound asleep on the pile of pillows near the sofa. However, what catches the prefect's attention is Vil, already dressed in his loungewear, casually brushing his hair while seated on the sofa.

“Vil?? How did you get yo—”

“Rook delivered it to me, and no, I’m still staying for the night.”

Vil's response leaves the prefect even more perplexed. If what he says is true, then how did Rook manage to come all the way here from Pomefiore in this weather? The relentless heavy rain shows no signs of letting up. With a sigh, they put down the sweater they had intended to give him and lie down in the center of the makeshift bed. Vil joins them, pulling the warm blanket over them both.

While reclining, the prefect couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing to their side, they spotted Schoenheit admiring them. He shuffled closer and gently placed his hand over theirs. A smile broke across their face as they saw one of the island's famous stars enjoying a moment of relaxation on a makeshift bed beneath the dilapidated dorm. The irony.

"I'm glad to see you're comfortable, Vil."

"What? Do you think I'm high maintenance? I'm perfectly fine here as well." He adjusted his manicured hand to rest on the prefect's torso, snuggling closer. "As long as you're here, I'm more than comfortable." He propped himself up on his stomach, draping one leg over the prefect's. The cold, slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater the prefect wore, wandering across their torso. A blush crept onto their cheeks, intensifying when Vil pressed a kiss to one side of their jaw. Their mouth fell open as they noticed some movement on the other side—Leona, with a mischievous grin, leaned in closer.

"Look at them, utterly speechless." His voice was soft, almost whispering, sending shivers down their spine. He took the prefect's other hand, bringing it closer to his lips. He playfully bit two of their fingers, causing the prefect to panic over the antics of the two housewardens.

"W-what are you guys doing?" Vil's hands settled on either side of the prefect's waist. He chuckles softly, his breath warm against the prefect's skin. "Oh, just making sure you feel appreciated," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that lingered in the air.

Leona, not one to be outdone, shifted even closer, his presence a comforting heat. "You seem a little tense," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "Let us help you relax."

The prefect's heart raced, caught between the two housewardens whose attention was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Vil's fingers traced delicate patterns, his touch light and teasing, while Leona's grip was firm and reassuring.

"You're not objecting, are you?" Vil's eyes sparkled with mischief, his lips brushing against the prefect's ear. Meanwhile, Leona's gaze was intense; his eyes locked onto theirs with a look that was hard to resist. As Vil and Leona continued their gentle ministrations, they found themselves surrendering to the warmth and comfort of the two housewardens' embrace,

“K-keep going...” the prefect squeaks, their breath catching as they push forward. “Gimme more...”

Both Schoenheit and Kingscholar share a dark giggle at this request, clearly pleased to oblige. With an arm draped affectionately over the prefect's shoulders, Leona pulls back the collar of their sweater to reveal their collarbone and leans in for a gentle, warm kiss. Meanwhile, Vil snuggles closer to their neck, delivering a passionate kiss filled with hunger.

Trey 

The dorm kitchen after lights out. Trey is teaching you to bake a pie. The air smells of vanilla and cinnamon. 

You accidentally get flour on your nose. Trey chuckles and wipes it off with his thumb, your eyes meet. The atmosphere abruptly shifts from cozy to intimate. Trey presses you against the kitchen counter, kisses become deep and demanding, he takes off his glasses and sets them aside. 

Maybe that was the last straw. 

“Glasses get in the way… I just need to feel this right now. Your lips taste sweeter than any of my pastries… Please don’t stop me.” 

The door bursts open with a crash. On the threshold stands a flushed Riddle in his pyjamas. “Trey! Someone has painted the roses again in… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Queen of Hearts Rule №346 states: no public displays of affection in the kitchen after 10:00 PM!” 

Oh… 

When Riddle bursts in, Trey’s mind flashes with an uncharacteristic irritation at the Queen’s rules, but he quickly extinguishes it with a habitual sigh. Putting his glasses back on, he feels annoyed, but deep down he’s already thinking about how to lock the kitchen from the inside next time. 

Trey sighs heavily, puts his glasses back on, instantly switching to “dorm mom” mode, and in a calm tone promises to deal with everything right away, while you hide your red face in your hands. Riddle’s gaze burns a hole through you. 

Well, at least it’s not “off with your head!” right? 

Ruggie 

Savanaclaw laundry room. You were supposed to be washing Leona’s uniform, but instead you started messing around and throwing things at each other. 

Playful wrestling turns into Ruggie pinning you against the washing machine (which is loudly vibrating in the background). He grins, his ears twitching. Kisses are quick, hot, with light nips. Ruggie is already reaching under your shirt. 

“Well, this is completely off‑plan, but… Why is my heart pounding like crazy? Your breath is right at my neck… for a couple of minutes I can forget about Leona, about work, I want to take this moment fully for myself. You are the only luxury I can afford.” 

The door lazily opens. Leona walks in, rubbing his eyes. “Hey, Ruggie, where’s my…” Leona freezes, looks at the two of you for a couple of seconds with a completely unimpressed face. “You know what? I don’t care. But if my uniform isn’t clean tomorrow, I’ll feed you both to the hyenas. And keep it down, I’m going to sleep.” 

Ruggie’s fur bristles with embarrassment and mild indignation. He yells after Leona that for moral damage and work after hours he’ll demand double pay! 

The flash of embarrassment quickly gives way to his usual reaction – loud, almost joking indignation. But while he’s distracted, his tail betrays him completely, wagging chaotically from side to side, and his ears are burning. Ruggie makes a mental vow to squeeze a day off out of Leona to finish what you started. 

Jade 

VIP room in the Mostro Lounge, or Jade’s greenhouse. Dim light, jazz music in the background. 

Jade is talking about his favourite poisonous mushrooms, but his voice gets quieter and more velvety. He corners you on the sofa, smoothly pulls off one glove. Jade’s kisses are commanding, long, he possessively holds your chin, fully controlling the situation. 

“How interesting… Your pulse quickens, and your cheeks redden. You are so helpless under my weight, and there really is something about it that I like. I want to drink up this embarrassment to the last drop, capture all of your attention, so that there is no room left in your head for anyone else.” 

Azul bursts in with a stack of papers. “Jade! I found a loophole in the contract, we can increase profits by…” The papers slip from Azul’s hands. He clutches his heart (or his glasses lol) in horror. “In a place like this?! Do you have any idea how much dry cleaning costs?!” 

Jade calmly pulls back, his signature polite smile never wavering. “Oh my. Azul, your sense of timing, as always, is impeccable.” 

Even when Azul ruins the atmosphere, Jade’s heart continues to beat at an accelerated pace. Outwardly he is absolutely calm, but his vertical pupil narrows. Hiding his hands back into his gloves, he is already mentally constructing a subtle and elaborate plan to make Azul and Floyd work the Lounge alone all of next evening. 

Jamil 

Hold me, I’m feral. 

Jamil’s room. The only place where he can take off his hood, let his hair down, and exhale. Incense is burning. 

Jamil’s whole life is a constant suppression of his desires and playing second fiddle for Kalim. He’s used to keeping his feelings locked behind a gigantic number of locks, so as not to accidentally reveal his true strength or passion. Who is it that forces and awakens this passion in him? 

(The bottle points at you, smile and nod.) 

You slowly brush his hair, after another day when he worked more than he should have. Unfortunately, both you and he are used to it. Jamil catches your hands, pulls you towards himself. Finally, he allows himself to be selfish. These are passionate, desperate kisses, full of pent‑up emotions. The situation quickly spirals out of control, and you both fall onto the carpet. 

“Right now I don’t want to hold anything back anymore. Even if only for five minutes… We don’t need a Magic Order for you to look only at me. It’s incredible… to know that you are here of your own free will. Let me just dissolve into this and forget who I am.” 

The door flies off its hinges (or just bursts open loudly, but trust me, after a couple of times of such entrances the door will have to be replaced). Kalim flies in, beaming like the sun. “JAMIL! Look what a cool beetle I found in the courtyard! Oh… why are you two wrestling on the floor? Who’s winning?” 

Oh, Kalim, baby… 

Jamil freezes. In his eyes there is existential pain and a desire to go into Overblot right now. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and hisses through his teeth: “Kalim… Get out.” But he still gets up and helps you up from the floor. 

After Kalim’s appearance, Jamil experiences a mix of mild physical pain and wild frustration. He puts on his usual mask again, but inside everything is burning with unspent tenderness and passion. That evening, Kalim is definitely getting the spiciest and most tasteless portion for dinner. (Just kidding. Or maybe not. Who knows?) 

Rook 

The inner courtyard at sunset. 

Rook is used to observing others, admiring their beauty from afar, and being a Hunter who never reveals his cards. But when he gets this close to you, his theatrical aesthetics turn into wild, pure attraction. 

Rook starts with theatrical compliments, calling you his beautiful muse. He kisses your knuckles, then your wrist, slowly moving up to your lips. His pressure is frighteningly strong, his kisses full of possessiveness, he presses you against the wall, giving you no escape. 

“Beauté! Une beauté pure! I have admired so many things in this world, but your flustered breathing is the finest masterpiece. I don’t want to just observe. I want to imprint this kiss on your lips until you completely surrender to this hunt.” 

Vil Schoenheit in person. He was looking for Rook to remind him about the evening skincare routine. “Rook! Not only are you skipping the hydration step, but you’re also slouching! If you’re going to act like animals in mating season, at least maintain proper posture so you don’t ruin the aesthetics of my dorm!” 

Rook is not at all embarrassed, but only laughs loudly: “Roi du Poison! Love knows no rules of aesthetics, it is wild and beautiful!” Vil just rolls his eyes and pulls out a spray bottle of thermal water to “cool your ardour.” 

Vil’s remark about slouching and posture amuses Rook, but his inner Hunter is unsatisfied. In his laughter there is excitement. He looks at you with a sly gaze, promising without words that tonight the model/muse will definitely not escape him, and no Pomefiore rules will stop you. 

Lilia 

A dark hall in Diasomnia. Lilia, as usual, appeared out of nowhere, hanging upside down. 

After centuries of war, loss, and raising other people’s children, Lilia is used to looking at all students as naïve “little ones,” and at life as a joke. But at this moment, the ancient Progenitor of Progenitors surfaces, overshadowing the image of the eternally young jester. 

What starts as a joke abruptly turns serious. Lilia drops to the floor, his aura shifting to ancient and predatory. He presses you against a pillar. His kisses are unexpectedly commanding and experienced, stealing your breath, proving that you are by no means dealing with a teenager. 

“You think I’m just playing riddles? Let me remind you who I really am. Your trembling is so intoxicating… I haven’t felt anything like this in centuries. Let me take your breath away, and prove that it’s dangerous to play with me to the very end.” 

Green flames flare up right two metres away from you. Malleus appears, looking completely bewildered. “Lilia, I was trying to figure out this device, but it keeps beeping for some reason… Oh. Did I interrupt some kind of ancient human greeting ritual?” 

Lilia giggles cheerfully, licking his lips, and, as if nothing happened, turns to Malleus: “No‑no, my dear, let’s see what’s up with your little pet,” leaving you to slide down the wall in embarrassment. 

Malleus’s innocent question about the Tamagotchi instantly brings Lilia back to his usual track, but his eyes continue to glow in the darkness with a dangerous ruby fire for a while longer. While helping Malleus, Lilia mentally savours your reaction and makes a promise to himself that next time you will hide somewhere not even high magic can reach. 

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:

How exactly did you end up in this situation? You had just been at the Mostro Lounge with Riddle for your one year anniversary.

It had been a very romantic evening. Riddle obviously paid like the gentleman he is and you both were given V.I.P. treatment from Azul simply as a token of gratitude for helping with Azul’s overblot.

Floyd had been your server, which meant there was constant conversations between him and Riddle that resulted in.. well hellfire.

After dining, you and Floyd spoke at the bar as he insisted on saying good bye to you and ‘Goldfishie’. Floyd gave you a big squeeze before you two left, followed by, “You’re lucky Goldfishie~ she’s fun to touch,”

Now you found yourself getting pounded into Riddle’s mattress with no sign of stopping. It was currently past the Heartslabyul curfew, but Riddle had made an exception for you, his lovely girlfriend.

You clutch his hair as he thrusts deeper into you.

“R-Riddle, slow down!” You plead as he runs his thumb over your clit. In response, he captured yours lips with his. After breaking the kiss, he groans and says,

“Perhaps I would be able to if I didn’t have to remind my girlfriend who makes her feel good.” He answers as he continues to thrust into you. Riddle groans as he feels your walls tighten around his cock.

The two of you reach your respective peaks at the same time as he buries himself fully into your pussy. You hold his hand as he helps the two of you ride through your orgasms by doing a few more shallow thrusts.

When he finally pulls out, droplets of your combined fluids leak out of your stuffed hole and Riddle’s cock. Riddle presses a kiss to your head then looks at you with his sharp red eyes, “Let’s see Floyd touch you like that.

Cater Diamond 🎭:

Heartslabyul was hosting the dorm’s usual Unbirthday party soon! You were working on your History homework for Trein’s class when you heard a knock on the old door of Ramshackle.

You open the door, surprised to see Trey Clover smiling down at you with his hands in his pocket.

“Hey prefect! Are you busy? I need some help with the tarts for the Unbirthday Party but all the Heartslabyul guys are busy with other prep for the party.”

You immediately nod with a smile.

“Of course! There are tarts involved after all!” You joke as you grab your bag and follow Trey back to the Heartslabyul kitchen.

You two baked together for a couple hours. You and Trey were good friends and got along well, as to be expected since you’re Cater’s girlfriend. You never had trouble letting loose around Trey, which was evident now as you and him squirted leftover frosting at each other. Laughter filled the kitchen as Trey tackled you, tickling you as he stole your own frosting ‘gun’.

“Ahem.”

You both look up and meet the unamused eyes of Cater. His arms are crossed.

“Trey! You’re such a Treytor! If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re stealing my girlfriend!” He jokes with a classic Cater laugh. You help Trey up, the two of you still laughing.

“Not my fault your girlfriend is good company.” Trey jokes right back, clearly with no ill will towards him. Cater smiles as he wraps an arm around your waist.

The rest of the night went smoothly. The Unbirthday Party was a success, and Cater invited you to spend the night in his dorm since it was so late.

Not even five minutes later though, you are being brutally pounded into his mattress as you hang onto his ponytail for dear life. You continue to moan as he thrusts into you deeply while biting all around your body.

“mmm, he was right about one thing. You sure are good company, baby.” Cater bites into your neck, sucking gently until he’s content with the bruised love bite on your skin. He reaches down and starts to play with your clit, smirking as you moan out his name.

Cater continues to tease you as he thrusts in and out of your aching pussy.

The two of you finish at the same time. Cater continues to thrust softly, forcing his cum back into your pussy. He presses kisses to your body as he pulls out.

“So pretty, baby..” Cater pulls out slowly, chuckling at the combined mess of you and him.

“Good company, indeed.”

Trey Clover 🍀:

Ever since you and Trey met, you have been infatuated with each other. Now you two had been together for about a year. You had done everything together from dealing with Overblots to learning how to make strawberry tarts.

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person by any means. You knew your boyfriend was a complete package, but you had never felt threatened until you saw him at some baking class with a friend of his.

You stopped by the small bakery where the class was taking place, and you can’t help the jealously that fills you as you watch your boyfriend’s bicep be caressed by his friend.

When the lesson is over, Trey walks over to you with a smile.

“Hey baby! I didn’t know you were coming! Our date isn’t til seven pm, but I would love to take you out to lunch as well!” Trey smiles down at you as he grabs your hand, intertwining it with his. You tap your chin innocently.

“Actually, I came to grab you because there’s something urgent back at Ramshackle!”

Trey’s eyes widen in response.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is Grim okay?”

“Yeah yeah, he’s fine. Probably eating tuna, anyway! Will you come with me?” You ask with a smile. He immediately nods.

That is how your boyfriend ended up in your bedroom with you riding him into oblivion.

Trey groans as he watches you bounce up and down on his cock. You continue your rhythmic bounces as you lean down and capture his lips into a messy kiss. As you two kiss and you continue your movements, your hands wander around his sturdy body, specifically his biceps.

You squeeze them as you continue to ride your boyfriend roughly. Trey’s hands start to wander around your own body until they drop at your hips and help guide your bounces. You sink yourself onto his cock until it is fully engulfed, He groans as he can’t keep himself from coming. He continues to guide your hips, helping you ride him through his orgasm.

After you both have slowed down, he chuckles and looks up at you.

“So what exactly brought that on? Not that I mind.”

You grin down at him with a smile as you pull yourself off his cock.

“Let’s just say I have a newfound appreciation for your biceps. I also just wanted to remind my sexy boyfriend who makes him feel good.”

You wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking it until it gets hard again. He smirks up at you.

“Yeah? Guess I’ll have to remind you next.”

Ace Trappola ♥️:

“Come on baby, can’t we- Oh sevens…Fuck yeah, just like that babe.. can’t we talk about this?” Your boyfriend groans and babbles from beneath you.

You are currently bouncing on Ace’s cock, the only thing on your mind is making him come repeatedly.

How did you two end up in this current situation you may ask?

It all started when you and Ace went into town after class. You had wanted to go shopping, and who better to accompany you than your lovely boyfriend?

What you didn’t expect though was for some girl to be all up against your boyfriend. It was clear to you that she was just trying to do her job and be pushy so the two of you would buy stuff. However, your boyfriend, the playboy, followed her every word and move.

You end up buying a random pair of sunglasses to appease the employee, and drag your boyfriend out of the shop. Ace complains the entire way back to Ramshackle, whining about how he wanted to stay out longer.

The second you two get back to Ramshackle, you make sure Grim isn’t there, then tackle Ace onto your bed. You capture his lips with your own, messily making out with him as he guides your hips to grind down against his growing bulge.

Ace starts to let his hands wander over your body, groping any curve he can. You break the kiss, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling out his cock. Ace groans as you stroke his cock until it hardens in your hand.

You sink down on his cock and thus began your brutal riding on your boyfriend’s dick.

While you bounce on Ace’s cock, you wait patiently until he groans out,

“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum..” You smile down at him as you hear this, only to pull off his cock immediately. His cock twitches, but he doesn’t come. Ace looks at you with disbelief.

“What was that for????” You giggle and shrug.

“Clearly you don’t know who makes you feel good, baby. If you want to come, you’ll have to do it yourself, or maybe you can rely on some other girl?” Ace’s head lands on your pillow as he groans in response to you lightly stroking his cock.

“Oh sevens… You’re torturing me… fine fine, it’s you! There, happy?” You smile at your boyfriend’s declaration and reward him by sliding back onto his cock.

“Ecstatic.”

Deuce Spade ♠️:

It was officially spring break! You sprinted out of Crewel’s classroom after completing your Potionology exam, eager to finally kick back with your boyfriend and friends. After putting your books back at Ramshackle, you meet with Deuce and Ace in the cafeteria.

The two of them were arguing, most likely about something stupid, but when you arrive, he completely disregards Ace and smiles up at you.

You sit beside your boyfriend, pecking him on the lips. Ace groans from across the table.

“Aww cmon, do you two really have to rub it in my face like that?” Ace rolls his eyes and chugs his water. You chuckle as Deuce smirks at Ace.

“Not my problem you don’t have any game.” Deuce replies with a laugh as he kisses your cheek. After finishing your meal, you intertwine your hand with Deuce’s.

“Wanna go back to Ramshackle with me, baby?” You squeeze his hand and eye him seductively, which doesnt escape past Ace. He grins from his side of the table.

“Yo, can I come too? Trust me y/n, I can rock your world.” Ace teases as he winks at you.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Deuce look so pissed. He stares at Ace with slanted eyes.

“Yeah right, man. Maybe in your dreams. Have fun with your hand tonight.” Deuce replies with a snort as he squeezes your hand and you two exit the cafeteria and head to Ramshackle.

The whole way to Ramshackle, you two continue your usual banter and flirty behavior, but the second you two get there, Deuce acts somewhat…strange. Not that you were complaining, since his irregular behavior was dragging you up to your bedroom.

Your boyfriend suddenly pins you to the bed, you gasp in surprise as he grins down at you. As he drinks in your blushed faced reaction, he leans down and presses your lips to his. Deuce moves his hands along your body, stopping at your chest as he fondles your clothed breasts. You moan into the kiss as he squeezes and caresses you.

You break the kiss after a moment, looking up at him as you both pant.

“W-What brought this on?” You question with a giggle. Deuce starts to fumble with the waistband of your pants.

“…Need to remind you who makes you feel good, baby.. not anyone else… just me.”

“…Is this about Ace, love? Because trust me, he’s just acting like that to get a rise out of you.”

Deuce pulls your pants and underwear down, sliding two fingers over your dripping heat. You clamp your eyes shut as he slides those two fingers in. Deuce doesn’t respond to your earlier statement, instead he starts thrusting in and out of your pussy with his fingers.

As his fingers continues their assault on your pussy, Deuce attaches his lips to your neck. He begins to suck dark love bites into your skin, nipping harshly at your soft flesh.

“Don’t put too many! I don’t have much concealer left to hide them!” You whine as you run your hands through his hair. As he feels your walls tightening around his fingers, he pulls them out.

“Then don’t worry about hiding them. Just let everyone see. Let them see who makes you feel good.” He mutters as he pulls down his pants and briefs, revealing his erection.

Deuce pushes into you slowly, watching your face as your hole swallows him whole. When he has fully bottomed out inside of you, he starts to move at a rhythmic pace. As Deuce continues to chase his high, his thrusts become more messy. He reaches down and presses his thumb to your clit, pushing you towards your own climax.

He groans as he feels you clamp down around him.

“Come for me, baby.”

The two of you reach your peak at the same time, and Deuce pulls out slowly. He smirks at the combined mess of your juices.

“Let’s see Ace do that.” He laughs as he helps you clean up.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar 🦁:

Even though your boyfriend was a housewarden, you somehow had a busier schedule than him. Realistically, this is because he skips half his obligations to nap, but the notion still stands.

Currently, you were hanging out with Malleus in Diasomnia. He invited you to discuss the gargoyles around Night Raven since you expressed interest. You both flipped through history books, but it was mainly Malleus telling you the history of each statue while you listened.

You ended up losing track of time, resulting in a long chain of messages from Leona.

Leona 🦁♥️: hey princess, we still on for dinner? (3:21 p.m.)

Leona 🦁♥️: doll? u there? (4:54 p.m.)

Leona 🦁♥️: where r u? (6:37 p.m.)

You immediately text him back.

y/n ❤️: hi hi sorry love, i’m at Malleus’, ill be there in a few. sorry again ml 🩷 (6:59 p.m.)

You put your phone away, not expecting a message back immediately, but the second you put your phone away, you hear a beep.

Leona 🦁♥️: stay there, im coming. (6:59 p.m.)

Even though you were confused, you put your phone away and continued studying with Malleus until Leona storms in not even 5 minutes later. He immediately walks over to you and Malleus, then wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.

Malleus looks up from the table and meets Leona’s eyes.

“Kingscholar.” He greets politely with a smile and deep chuckle.

“Lizard.” Leona greets back with a smirk.

“I appreciate your girlfriend very much. She has a great eye for historical pieces. She is quite something isn’t she?” Malleus insists, giving Leona a smirk right back.

Leona yawns, “Yeah she is. Even better in bed, but I guess you wouldn’t know.” You turn bright red as you spin around and look up at your boyfriend in shock. He chuckles at your expression and waves dismissively at Malleus.

“We got plans tonight.” Leona intertwines your hand with his own as he smirks at Malleus before leaving Diasomnia. The second you two leave, you scold Leona the whole way back.

“Leona! You can’t just say something so vulgar in front of Malleus!” Leona rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“You’re so uptight herbivore. Guess the lizard really does rub off on ya. Seems to me like you need a good fuck to loosen up.” You turn bright red again as Leona laughs.

That’s exactly how you ended up getting your poor pussy pounded into. Leona roughly thrusted inside of you as he bites all around your body. You whine as he sucks a particularly dark hickey on the base of your neck.

“Leona! I… slow down!! I can’t hide that!” You moan out as he picks up the pace even more. Leona reaches down and flicks your clit,

“Good. Now Draconia will know to stay the hell away from my girl. That’s what you are baby.. you know that right? My girl..” He nuzzles his face against you as he continues to rut into you. Leona groans as you clench around his cock.

“Someone likes that..” Leona growls with a groan. He continues to thrust into you until you both reach your peaks. After you finish, he pulls out slowly, but sticks his finger back inside, attempting to shove his cum further inside your hole.

“Best way to show everyone you’re mine is giving you my cub.” He explains with a smirk.

Ruggie Bucchi 🍩:

Your beloved boyfriend is honestly one of the busiest people ever. Between his ‘vice housewarden’ duties and random side hustles to make money, he rarely has free time. However, he always makes sure that any free time he does have is given to your relationship.

Or at least, this was the case for awhile. Your one year anniversary is coming up, and while you weren’t expecting anything extravagant from Ruggie, you two hadn’t even hung out alone for a month. It wasn’t like Ruggie was actively avoiding you, he was just extremely busy.

You decide to stop by the little shop in town that Ruggie works part-time at, in hopes that you can see him. See him you do. In fact, you see him with his coworker friend, the two of them checking out the ring section of the shop. You stare at them in disbelief, Ruggie just stands there as she points out different rings. You storm over and grab Ruggie’s hand.

He immediately freaks out when he sees you.

“Y/n?? What the hell are you doing here? I’m in the middle of my shift-“ Ignoring your boyfriend’s question, you smile at his coworker.

“Hi! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m y/n, Ruggie’s girlfriend. Of a year.” You’re pretty much beaming way too much for it to be realistic, but the girl smiles back at you.

“I’ve heard all about you! Lovely to meet you, y/n! You have quite the catch here with Ruggie, although he does as well!” You laugh as you intertwine your hand with Ruggie’s. You turn away from her to speak to Ruggie.

“What time do you get off?”

“Doll, I don’t get off til like 8 pm, do you need something? You never stop at my work, not that I’m complaining shehehehe.” Ruggie chuckles as he squeezes your hand and lets go, heading back to the register.

“Can’t a girl just visit her boyfriend?” You tease as you smile at him. He chuckles as he grabs a box of supplies to unload.

“How about we hang out tonight in Savanaclaw? I can pick you up from Ramshackle around nine, I have plans with Raina after our shift then I can come.” You desperately fight the urge to sigh. Why in the world is he spending so much time with this girl? First looking at rings together and being all touchy, and now plans after work.

“…Yeah that’s fine. Just come to Ramshackle, we can chill there.” You mumble as you nod politely to Raina and walk out of the store.

Later that night, you’re lounging around Ramshackle desperately trying to stop yourself from thinking of the worst case scenario. Finally, Ruggie knocks on your door. You open it with the best smile you can manage.

“Hey doll, ready to go to Savanaclaw?” He grins at you as he holds out an arm for you. You stare at him.

“Can’t we just stay here?” You cross your arms, he can tell something is off. His ears flatten.

“…Are you okay? What’s up?”

“I’m fine. I’m actually not feeling up to hanging out… why don’t you go hang out with Raina?” You mumble as you start to shut the door. Ruggie slides his foot through the door.

“Why in the world would I want to spend time with anyone but you, doll?” You shrug as he opens the door back up. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him.

“Are you sure you want to be here? You didn’t have to leave your hangout with Raina to be here.”

“What? I only was hanging with her because- actually it doesn’t matter. What does matter is I think you’re a little jealous, baby~ shehhehehehehehe.” Ruggie wraps his arms around you with a laugh. You turn bright red.

“I am not! I just don’t like it when my man is spending his free time with another girl, specifically checking out rings.” You pout as you wrap your arms around him in return.

“Yeah? Well maybe you need to remind me who I belong to, shehehehe.”

Obviously, you obliged! After Ruggie said that, you crashed your lips into his. You both start to wander around each other’s bodies with your respective hands. You press Ruggie up against the Ramshackle bookshelf, desperately grinding against his growing bulge. In return, he moves you both against the kitchen fridge, both of you still groping each other.

You two stumble up the stairs to your bedroom, nearly knocking over paintings hanging from the wall. You pin Ruggie to your bed, and start to pull off his trousers, followed by your own skirt.

After not touching your boyfriend for about a month, it was safe to say you both were horny. You immediately slid down onto his cock then started bouncing. He groans as you ride the absolute shit out of him.

The two of you arrive at your peaks at the same time, after you pull off of him, the two of you lay together in his bed.

“Let’s see someone else do that.” You cuddle close to him. Ruggie chuckles. You look up.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well I’m not complaining about you riding the shit out of me, but all that was happening, was for you baby. That ring browsing? It’s for your one year anniversary gift, and the hang out with Raina? All about making you a nice dinner. Why do you think I picked up all those extra shifts, doll? Rings ain’t cheap, Sheheheheheheh!”

Jack Howl 🐺:

You like to consider yourself Jack’s personal cheerleader. He’s extremely active with both his personal training and his track and field meets. You understand how much his hard work and passion means to him, so as your girlfriend, you are always trying to hype him up!

Currently, you were at the Night Raven College Track and Field meets. Jack and Deuce were both on schedule to run today, so you were sitting in the stands with Ace and Epel. Deuce ends up running before Jack, so the three of you cheer loudly for him.

When it’s finally Jack’s turn, he looks up at you in the stands and smiles before preparing to start. You can’t help the smile that forms across your face as you watch your boyfriend intently. Ace chuckles from beside you.

“Thirsty much?” He teases. You elbow him, not looking away from Jack as he sprints around the track. When he finishes his sprint event, you cheer loudly. His hands are on his knees as he pants, but as if he can feel your praise, he looks up at the crowd and smiles at you.

After the meet is finished, the three of you in the stands go outside the locker rooms to meet Deuce and Jack. You immediately hug Jack when he walks out of the locker room. Ace makes a mocking kissy face when you stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to Jack’s cheek.

“You know Jack, you sure do have a lot of stamina. Y/n, is it like that in the bedroom too?” Ace laughs as he puts a hand on your shoulder. Jack stares at him and intertwines your hand with his. You roll your eyes at Ace, then squeeze Jack’s hand.

“Not like it’s any of your business, Trappola!” You tease right back. Jack grins down at you. However, Ace did not know when to back down.

“Well if you ever need a few good rounds, you know where to find me~” Ace teases as he laughs. Deuce slaps him upside the head lightly, but Jack looks absolutely pissed. He doesn’t say anything the rest of the way back to Ramshackle.

All five of you hang out at Ramshackle for awhile. You are curled up in Jack’s arms as you all play cards along with Grim. Ace and Deuce end up leaving first because they have to help paint the roses. Epel ends up leaving a while later so Vil doesn’t get upset he missed curfew.

You smile up at your boyfriend.

“Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t you go back to Savanaclaw before Leona throws a fit?” You ask as you wrap your arms around Jack. He chuckles as he wraps his arm around you in return.

“Leona barely pays attention to who leaves and enters. Usually he tells Ruggie to do it, but he’s at Sam’s since he picked up a shift.” Jack shifts around a bit until you’re seated in his lap.

“So I’ve got time if you do..” He says with a grin. You giggle as you wrap your legs around him.

“What brought on this sudden development, hmmm?” You poke his chest. Jack smiles up at you but doesn’t say anything. He looks down at your lips then back up at you.

“May I?” He requests permission to kiss you. The second you nod your head, he immediately crashes his lips into yours. Jack’s tongue wrestles against yours as he starts to hesitantly run his hands along your body, feeling you up. You immediately take hold of his hands and guide them to your hips, letting him know it’s okay to touch.

He starts to slowly move your hips for you, carefully helping you grind against him. You feel his cock start to harden beneath you, and you moan into the kiss in response. Jack suddenly lifts you up as if you weigh nothing. He continues to have you straddled around his lap, but he carries you to your bedroom.

The second you two are in there, he lays you down on your bed gently. After that, he quickly reattaches his lips to yours. You grab his hand and guide it down to your clothed cunt which is currently aching for friction. He rubs through your pants for a moment, then sticks his hand down your pants and past your underwear.

He slowly inserts two fingers into you, as he pulls away from the kiss in order to start pressing kisses down your neck.

“Always so good for me, baby..” He whispers gruffly near your ear. You reach down to palm his cock through his pants. Jack lets out a groan as you continue to stroke him through the cloth. He quickly pulls out the two fingers from within your cunt.

Jack pulls down his pants and boxers as rapidly as possible. He looks up at you after alining his cock with your pussy.

“Are you ready?” You immediately nod and Jack slowly pushes in, careful to make sure you aren’t in pain. After he fully bottomed out inside of you, he captures your lips into another kiss. Jack begins to thrust slowly along with reaching down to mess with your clit.

He continues his rhythmic pace until he’s thrusting messily into you. Jack simply cannot control himself as he’s groaning about how good you squeeze him.

“J-Jack.. needa cum..” You moan out. Jack immediately nods as he feels you clap down around him.

“Come with me then, baby..” The two of you let out mutual moans and groans as you reach your peak. Jack continues to thrust lightly in order to help you through your orgasm. When you both are finished from the aftershock, you expect him to pull out, only to be shocked when he looks up at you and asks if you’re ready for round 2.

“Well I have to prove I have better stamina than Ace, don’t I?” Jack grins as he starts to harden again inside of you.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:

Who knew that being the only girl at Night Raven College and working at the busiest ‘business’ on campus was a bad mix? Clearly not you as you often volunteered to work for your boyfriend’s establishment: The Mostro Lounge.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to deal with wanton flirting and baseless compliments. You usually just brushed them off causally. Azul was never worried about it either. You had assured him multiple times that you never even had eyes for anyone else at NRC than him, so there was no reason for him to worry.

While this comforted him when it occurred with NRC students, nothing could prepare him for what happened during a random Tuesday.

NRC and RSA had planned a full out event for both their students. There was no reason to host the event, it was simply because both Headmages wanted to familiarize their students with each other. Mostro Lounge was extremely packed with both NRC and RSA students alike. All employees, including you, were working your asses off.

You were taking care of a table with a certain red-haired prince. Obviously, you had no idea that that boy was a prince, but he clearly had an eye for you as he kept happily being his bubbly self while flirting with you.

“What are you doing after your shift?? I wanted to check out the town, and I would absolutely love to have a pretty girl like you accompany me!” The boy exclaims with a grin.

“I don’t really know the town super well. Would you like me to grab you a brochure?” You offer politely with a polished smile. The boy’s smile remains on his face.

“Well then we can figure it out together! Y/N, right?” He motions to your name tag.

“That’s a beautiful name! I’m Rielle-“ Before Rielle can finish, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, immediately greeted by your boyfriend’s handsome face. You smile at him and he has a small, calculated smile on his own face as he looks from you to Rielle.

“Pearl, isn’t your break starting now? I can take care of your tables.” Azul smiles at you. What you didn’t expect was for Rielle to beam at Azul.

“Azul! I didn’t realize you worked here! It’s great to see you! Y/N is a great server too!” Azul’s smile turns into that business calculated one again.

“Trust me. I know how good my girlfriend is at her job.”

“She’s your girlfriend! That’s great, Azul! She’s a great catch!” Rielle smiles at you. Azul looks back at you.

“Why don’t you head back to my office, Pearl? I just got a new shipment in I need help with.”

You immediately nod and smile back at the table politely before walking back to his office. You scan the room for this supposed shipment, only to find none. You turn around as the door opens behind you. Azul walks in with a smile as he shuts the door behind him.

Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Where’s the shipment at, hm?” You whisper with a teasing grin. Azul smiles down at you.

“There is no shipment, Pearl. I just don’t like seeing some customer ogling my girl.” He leans down, pressing his face into your neck. You giggle as he presses small kisses on you.

Azul looks up from your neck after a moment. You pull him into a kiss immediately. He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth, wrestling with yours. Azul moves his hands down to your hips, carefully pressing them up against his own. You start to grind against him, he pulls away from the kiss with a groan.

You giggle as he continues to guide your hips. Azul crashes his lips back into yours and starts guiding you both back towards his desk. He breaks the kiss again and swipes all the paperwork off his desk, then lifts you up onto it. You lean forward, pulling him back into a kiss. As it deepens, you run your hands along his body, him mirroring you.

You slide your hand down Azul’s pants, palming his erection through his boxers. He looks up at you, blue eyes lust-filled behind his glasses. Azul lifts you from the desk. You gasp in shock as he bends you over it instead.

He hums in response to your gasp as he slides his hand down your pants. He runs a finger through your slick heat and chuckles at how wet you are. He pulls down his pants from behind you.

Azul strokes his cock before lining it up with your entrance.

“Ready, Pearl?” You immediately nod desperately. Azul chuckles.

“My.. so eager…” Without further ado, he pushes into your tight pussy. Azul groans as he bottoms out inside of you. He lets you adjust to his length before slowly moving. Holding onto your hips gently, he thrusts into you repeatedly. You moan as you press your cheek into the cool wood of Azul’s desk. Azul reaches his hand down to fondle your clit.

Your walls clamp down around Azul as a sign you are nearing your peak, and he chases his own.

The two of you reach your climaxes at the same time, Azul groaning as he fills your cunt with his seed. He leans forward, kissing your head as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, trying to ride you through both your orgasms.

“Beautiful as always for me, baby…ugh, that Rielle thinking I don’t know how lucky I am to have you..” He mutters as he presses kisses to your skin. Azul pulls out slowly, sticking a finger back inside your dripping hole so his cum stays inside.

“Well… I suppose I should get back to work..” You say with a sigh as you adjust your hair and outfit. Azul smiles as he starts to grab the paperwork from off the floor.

“I would offer to take your shift, my pearl, but there’s something so alluring about you going out there to Rielle with your pussy stuffed full of my sperm.” Azul grins as you roll your eyes playfully.

Floyd Leech 🦐:

Ever since you started dating your beloved boyfriend, it seemed like you could never hang out with your friends alone. Of course you loved spending time with Floyd, but he was just a bit too much in the eyes of Ace and Deuce. He would constantly threaten to squeeze them and he would always look at them with those wide, crazy eyes.

You thought they had finally all warmed up to each other after your whole friend group went to Ramshackle for a game night and everyone seemed happy. You fell asleep that night, happy that they all got along now. But you were so wrong.

Since you helped Riddle during his Overblot, Heartslabyul was extremely grateful for you. Therefore, an invitation was always extended to you for Unbirthday parties. You were at the Mostro Lounge while Floyd worked.

Walking over to the bar where he was pouring drinks, you pecked him on the cheek and started heading out.

“Shrimpyyyyy, where are you going?” He whines as he pouts, watching you leave. You turn around.

“I told you Floyd! I got invited to the Heartslabyul Unbirthday party. I’ll see you later okay, baby?” Floyd pouts even more, hurrying from around the bar to wrap his arms around you.

“Cmonnn Shrimpyyyy, just stay here with meeeee!” Floyd squeezes you. You laugh as you peck your boyfriend on the lips as he continues to pout.

“I’ll come back later okay?”

“How about I go with you Shrimpyyy~” He starts to drag you out of the Lounge.

“Floyd you can’t go, you don’t have an invitation!” You are quickly interrupted by Azul.

“Y/N, please take Floyd with you. I can speak with Riddle, housewarden to housewarden. But Floyd is practically terrorizing the customers!” Azul exclaims. You smile at Azul.

“Ok ok, I’ll take him! Just this once though. I don’t think plus ones get to bring a plus one.”

That is how you and Floyd ended up in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce staring daggers at him as he practically clings to you.

“You know y/n, your invitation here kinda doesn’t include an eel.” Ace says dryly as he munches on a tart while eyeing you two. Floyd looks at him with a frown. You grab Floyd’s arm as he starts to get up.

“He didn’t mean it. Everything is fine okay guys? Floyd means no harm.” Ace scoffs in response to this.

“I don’t understand why you would even be dating him y/n.” Ace says with a roll of his eyes. Floyd stands straight up.

“Do you want to get squeezed Crabby?” Floyd challenged with scary wide eyes. Ace scoffs.

“As if I’m scared of you. I just mean she would be more happy with someone else… someone like me. Someone who ravages her, but in a normal way, Leech.” Ace leans back with a laugh. You’ve never seen Floyd look so pissed. He lunges across the table. You scream as Ace nearly falls out of his seat and Deuce stands up immediately.

“FLOYD! STOP!” You yell as he tackles Ace.

“i’m going to squeeze you to a pulp, Crabby.” Floyd mutters in a scary ass tone. You run around the table and grab onto Floyd’s arm. You try to pull him off Ace, but he stops on his own once he feels you grasping his arm.

Floyd gets off of Ace, his frown still on his face.

“Cmon Shrimpy..” He mutters to you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you both to the exit. You scold Floyd the entire way back to Octavinelle, he doesn’t say anything, just keeps that silent pissed off face on, which is honestly more scary than him being loud.

He stops in front of his dorm room which he shares with Jade. You shut the door behind you as he stands in the middle of the room.

“…Jade doesn’t get off his shift til 10..” Floyd mutters as he turns around to face you. You turn around to question why that’s relevant, but before you can, Floyd crashes his lips into yours. He quickly slides his tongue into your mouth, dominating your own tongue. He starts to run his hands along your chest, slowly rubbing them.

The two of you stumble as you continue to kiss passionately. You finally find your way to his bed, and he pushes you down onto it before climbing back onto you. Floyd pins you to the bed as he starts to hump over your clothed cunt. He breaks the kiss as he starts to bite down your neck. Floyd nibbles at your skin, giggling about how much you really do look like a shrimpy now since you’re all flushed out from pleasure.

As Floyd starts to attack your upper chest with bites, his hand slides down under your pants. He bites particularly hard as he slips two fingers into you. You moan out as your body writhes against the bed. Floyd lifts his head off your neck and chuckles.

“Like being ravished, huh Shrimpy?” He slides another finger into you, enjoying the absolute bliss that fills your face. Floyd starts to rub your clit with his thumb along with thrusting his fingers in and out. He feels you clench around them as he hits your sweet spot.

“Now Now, Shrimpy, I gotta ravish you the right way.” He chuckles as he pulls all his fingers out, taking the friction from you. You whine out as you try to hump the bed in order to chase your peak. Floyd stills your hips with one hand as he pulls down his pants and briefs with the other.

He quickly lines his erection up with your dripping entrance and pushes in. He groans as your pussy grips him like a vice. Floyd cannot help but start to messily thrust in and out of you, desperately chasing his orgasm. He brings you back into a sloppy kiss as he hammers into you.

Floyd begins to near his own climax, so he fondles your clit rapidly in time with his thrusts. You both arrive at your peaks at the same time, Floyd groaning as he floods your walls with his cum. He pulls out with a chuckle, checking out the small dribbles of fluid coming out of you. Floyd’s eyes trail from your messy pussy to your red, fucked out face.

“Ravished indeed, Shrimpy~”

Jade Leech 🍄:

The moment you and Jade had met, he had tried to get you to join the Mountain Lovers club. When you both started dating, he gave you a personal invitation to the club. He considered this club to be his own private sanctuary, so in his mind, inviting you was like inviting you into the deepest depths of his soul.

What he did not account for was the fact you were not a nature person. You gave him your gratitude, but declined. Jade voiced his concerns about whether or not youll be joining a club at all. You smile, and he genuinely was not expecting the next thing that came out of your mouth.

“I have a club! I’m joining the Magishift team. Well technically I’m just the manager, but it’s still a part of the club!” You explained with pure delight in your voice. Jade smiles and doesn’t think twice about your decision.

That is until three weeks later. Jade hadn’t seen you since that conversation except during lunch. It seemed you were always either at Savannaclaw for team meetings or on the field. When you weren’t on working, you always seemed to be hanging out with Leona, Ruggie, or Epel.

Jade honestly begins to miss you, so he starts to hang out around the outskirts of the field in hopes of seeing you. If ever questioned, he calmly explains that he is either taking a stroll or collecting mushrooms by the bleachers. Jade can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches you and the boys goof off together after practice.

During the next Magishift game, you proudly present a front row seat for Jade. You explain how Leona had given you the extra tickets as a token of his gratitude (He’s just happy he has to do less work). Jade would usually never even consider going to these games, but he immediately agrees with a smile.

Jade watches you intently during the game, analyzing the way you write down on your clipboard and yell to cheer on for your club mates. For a second, he’s genuinely happy that you found a club that brings you joy and fits in with the fact you cannot perform magic.

This is all quickly taken away as Leona sits down on the bench beside you with a huff, clearly worn out from his game performance. You hand him a towel with a smile. He takes it without a word, but instead a silent nod. After rubbing the towel along his face and slicking back his messy ponytail, he looks back over at you with a smirk.

“You look more exhausted than me, herbivore. If you’re gonna work this hard, you may as well stick around Savanaclaw more. I can find much better ways to keep you busy.”

Before you can even respond, a small ‘ahem’ can be heard from behind you both. Leona smiles smugly at Jade as Jade smiles back with a more calculated smile.

“I do hope Kingscholar hasn’t mistaken your kindness for an invitation, my dear.” Jade looks back at you with a small smile. Leona scoffs, but you instruct him to go back onto the field. You look back at Jade with a smile.

“After this match, Magishift is off for a week. Want to maybe have dinner at the Lounge?” You ask, putting down the clipboard. Jade nods with a slight smile.

“That sounds lovely, however I would prefer we have dinner tonight to celebrate your time off your manager job. Shall I see you there after the game?” Jade offers as he rises from his seat. You immediately nod, agreeing to be there after the game.

When the match was over, you congratulated the boys on their win. They enthusiastically invited you to an after-match celebration but you declined in order to meet Jade at the Lounge.

You step into the Lounge, scanning the room for your boyfriend, only to not find him. You go over to the bar after seeing Floyd.

“Hey Floyd, where’s Jade at? He said we could have dinner here tonight.”

“Awwwww Shrimpyyyy, nice to see yaaaa, he isn’t here, he’s back in the dorm!” Floyd tells you in his usual silly tone. You found it kind of weird that Jade would be in his dorm room if he had told you the two of you would be having dinner. You figured he may have forgotten something there, so you headed towards the Octavinelle dorm rooms.

You knock on the door and are immediately greeted by your boyfriend. Jade pulls you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you two. Before you can protest, he crashes his lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss, shocked by the suddenness.

Jade runs his hands up and down your body, before harshly gripping your hips, dragging the two of you towards his bed. He pushes you down on the bed after breaking the kiss. You look up at him from your spot on the bed as you breath heavily.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Jade stuffs his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to follow his instructions with a small smile. You look up at him with a confused expression.

“Wha-“

“Did I stutter, dear?” Jade looks at you with that sadistic smile. You immediately follow his request, positioning yourself so that your ass is facing him. You look behind you, trying to see what he’s doing, only to feel a harsh smack to your ass. You yelp as Jade chuckles.

“Did I tell you to look back?” He massaged the spot he had just whacked before rubbing you softly between your thighs. Jade can feel the small patch of wetness soaking through your bottoms, and he chuckles.

“Already this turned on from just a little spanking and kissing?” He teases you as he continues to rub your clothed cunt. You whimper as he presses his finger.

“Jade… stop teasing and just fuck me!” You whine out. Jade tsks as he slaps your ass again.

“Hm.. seems you forgot who’s in charge here, dear. Although… it seems Kingscholar was correct about one thing. You desperately need to be kept busy. Just not by him.” Jade pulls down his pants and boxers. He begins to stroke his cock, smearing precum around it to lubricant it. Jade lets go as he carefully begins to remove your pants and underwear, but at the slowest, most torturous pace.

You whine in frustration as he teasingly snaps the waistband of your panties. Jade guides the tip of his cock to sit right over your weeping entrance. He barely adds any pressure, just slowly eases it in and out teasingly.

“Jade! Please? Just fuck me! I can’t take it anymore! Please baby-“ You are immediately cut off as he slides into you in one single thrust. You let out a loud moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Jade chuckles as your pussy grips his cock like a vice. He slowly starts to pull out, you expect him to slide right back in, but instead he pulls all the way out. You look back, only to meet his teasing grin.

Jade slides right back into you, smacking your ass at the same time. He starts to rhythmically thrust inside of you and wraps an arm around your body in order to roughly pinch your clit.

You moan about how badly you need to come. Jade hums in response, deciding that you’ve been good enough… for this round at least. He urges you to come with him, and the two of you reach your peaks at the same time. Jade slides out of you and begins adjusting your spent body into another position. He notices the confused look on your face and smiles.

“What? One round isn’t enough to keep you busy!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim 🦦:

Your beloved boyfriend is definitely not aware enough when people are flirting with him. Unless they are specifically offering to take Kalim home or something, he genuinely just thinks they are being nice.

After a specific occasion during one of Scarabia’s parties, you decide to remind your boyfriend who makes him feel good 💛

Kalim had been planning this specific party for a few weeks now. He had invited many acquaintances from town and nearly every dorm at NRC (to Jamil’s dismay). You were obviously the first person to get an invitation. Kalim had been practically vibrating with joy when he handed you the envelope.

During the party, you mainly hung out with Kalim, but whenever he would go off to find Jamil, you would hang out with Ace and Deuce. The two boys critiqued your relationship with Kalim. They usually did. Simply put, they liked Kalim’s energy, they just didn’t like how gullible he was and well.. Jamil. You continued to reassure them that you and Kalim’s relationship was never in jeopardy, when Ace snickers and turns you around to face the opposite side of the dorm.

Across the room, you watch as some girl practically drapes herself over your boyfriend, as he just cheerfully smiles at her. You immediately say bye to Ace and Deuce and start walking over there cautiously, trying to hear what’s being said.

“Sooo.. wanna get outta here? I heard you got a magic carpet…. what else are you hiding hmmm?” The girl giggles softly as she runs a hand down Kalim’s chest. Kalim smiles innocently.

“Why would we leave? This party has just about everything! If you need anything else, just ask Jamil! He can get you anything you want! I do have a magic carpet! You can borrow it sometime!”

You clear your throat as you approach the two of them. The second Kalim sees you, his face fills with joy.

“Hi baby! Enjoying the party?” Kalim enthusiastically asks as he wraps his arms around you. The girl looks stunned as she watches you and Kalim, then her face turns kind of pissed and she walks away without another word. You hug Kalim back, pecking his cheek.

“Yeah, I am. Are you having fun with whatever her name is?” Kalim looks at you, confused.

“Truth be told, I don’t even know her… I thought Jamil invited her so I was just being nice. She sure was nice too though!”

You try your best to hold back your sigh as you grab your clueless boyfriend’s hand and start to walk towards the hallway towards his dorm room.

“Are you alright missing the party for a few minutes, baby?” You ask Kalim as you continue to guide him. He nods happily, clearly just happy to be with you. You look both ways to make sure no one notices the two of you are gone before going straight into Kalim’s dorm, locking it behind you.

“…What’s up?” Kalim asks with a beam as he plops down on his bed, stretching out on it. You cross your arms as you walk towards the bed. Kalim sits back up, watching you with curiosity in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him slowly, before leaning in closely. Kalim lets out a small breath as he watches your lips inch closer to his. You smile at him as he starts to lean closer, desperate to kiss you. You step back for a second before pulling off your shirt.

You drop it down onto the floor, as Kalim stares at you, mouth agape. You step back over towards him before crawling your way into his lap until you’re straddling him. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes and a hung open mouth. Kalim shakily runs his hands along your bra-clad chest. You giggle at his cute mannerisms as you start to slowly grind on his lap. You feel a tent start to form in his pants as his breath hitches and he presses his face into your neck.

You run your hands through his hair, gently scratching his head as you continue to grind against him. He groans into your neck as he starts to press kisses against your skin. Kalim reaches his hands behind you, unclasping your bra after much difficulty. You giggle as he palms your breasts with a look of pure fascination.

Kalim abandons his grasp on your tits for a moment as he slips off his own shirt, allowing you to trace his henna (🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤) You begin to nibble on his skin as well while continuing your ministrations on his erection. He whimpers into your neck about how badly he needs to come and you quickly stop all movement.

He looks up at you with pure shock in his eyes. Kalim pouts as he desperately tries to buck his hips up into yours but you giggle and press a kiss to his lips before sliding completely off his lap. Kalim immediately gets up off the bed as well, clinging to you while humping any part of you he can reach.

“Cmon baby… please? What did I do?” He whines as he continues to buck his hips into your own still ones. You cup his cheeks with your hand.

“I was just being nice, Kalim.” You smile sweetly as he pouts.

“Y/n, please! I need you, need to make you feel good.. no one else makes me feel like you do baby~” He whines as he starts to palm himself through his pants. You smile as you watch for a second. However, you can’t keep your hands off your cute boyfriend, even if you’re trying to teach him a lesson.

“Just me, baby?” You question as you place one hand on his tented erection. Kalim nods desperately, bucking his hips up into your hand.

“Just you habibi… please fuck me, I need it, need you, so so bad. No one makes me feel like you do!” Kalim practically babbles as he continues to chase his own peak. You pull your hand away with a smile. Kalim pouts but it quickly vanishes as you crash your lips onto his. He immediately starts caressing every part of your body he can reach as if it will all vanish in a moment. You palm him through his trousers before quickly pulling them down, which he quickly mirrors with your own pants.

You pull away from the kiss, allowing Kalim to sit back down. You slowly sink down onto him as the two of you moan and groan. When he is fully sheathed inside of you, you start to gradually bounce on his cock. Kalim whimpers as he brings his hands to your hips to guide you.

The two of you lovebirds continually babble sweet nothings to each other as you both finally reach your climax. Kalim kisses you deeply as his cum floods your pussy. He helps you off his cock with a happy grin as he watches his fluids drip out of you. Both of you lay in his bed after cleaning up. Kalim clings to you as he plays with your hair.

“…I’m sorry if I was too rough… I just don’t like seeing desperate women fawn all over you like you aren’t my boyfriend..” You explain with a pout as you play with Kalim’s hair. To your surprise, Kalim smiles.

“There’s no one in the whole world I would choose over you, habibi.”

Jamil Viper 🐍:

Your boyfriend was having a very stressful week. Final exams were coming up, and Jamil basically had double the work to do in order for Kalim to pass as well. He was up every night until the crack of dawn, and was continuing to do his usual chores for Kalim.

You offered to help Jamil so he could focus on his own studying. He warns you how difficult it is to teach Kalim anything, but you insisted. You and Kalim met in the library and studied for a few hours until he was getting the hang of magic history dates.

Kalim gives you the biggest hug after he gets all his flashcards correct in a row.

“Thank you so much, y/n!!! It’s like I finally understand what Professor Trein was trying to say all semester! You’re the best!” Kalim beams at you and practically skips out of the library.

You tell Jamil about your feat, he smiles softly as he continues to cook. Jamil thanks you with a short thanks. He isn’t the most vocal, but you know it means a lot to him.

After exams are finished and the grades come back out, you are chilling in the cafeteria when Kalim comes dashing in with a huge grin on his face.

“Y/N, Y/NNNN!” He sprints over to your table.

“I GOT A B-!!!!!” Kalim wraps his arms around you in a big hug. Jamil approaches the table as he was following Kalim. He maintains his usual cool expression but you see his lips crack into a small smile as he nods at you in approval.

Kalim squeezes you as hard as he can as he continues to beam.

“You should just move right into Scarabia with me! You’re like the smartest person I know! I can have Jamil prepare the best room closest to mine! We can hang out all the time!” You smile awkwardly at Kalim, not entirely sure how to politely tell him you aren’t interested. Jamil stands behind Kalim with a stone-cold look on his face.

After Kalim and Jamil leave the cafeteria, you end up getting a text from Jamil.

Jamil ♥️: Kalim’s usually asleep by 10. Come to Scarabia, my room.

Confused, you immediately text back.

Y/N ♥️: Okay? Any particular reason? I thought you were studying for Crewel tonight.

Jamil texts back immediately.

Jamil ♥️: No. Just need to see you. I’ll be fine. I have a solid C. See you soon.

You put your phone away, still confused. He didn’t really give you a reason for going like he normally does. Jamil is usually very blunt when it comes to your guys relationship.

After finishing your own studying for the night, you go over to Scarabia. The usually active dorm is silent as most of its members are sleeping. You knock on Jamil’s door. He immediately opens it, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Come in.” He moves in order to give you space to come in. You smile and peck your boyfriend on the cheek as you enter, Jamil shuts the door behind you.

“So are we studying? I brought my books.” Jamil stares at you and laughs, genuinely and loudly chuckles.

“We are not studying tonight, my dear. In fact I would say you’ve had more than enough studying, especially during your time with Kalim.” Jamil slowly wraps his hands around your waist, that slow, calculated smile still on his face.

He slowly guides you back to his bed, pushing you down onto it as he starts to take his shirt off. You stare at him, bewildered.

“I was only tutoring Kalim for you!” You insist as he runs a hand through your hair before yanking it till you’re way closer to his face. Jamil looks down at your lips then scans your face, a possessive look marking his handsome features.

He leans down and immediately pulls you into a kiss. Jamil slams the both of you flat down on his bed as his tongue dominates yours quickly. You moan and gasp into the kiss as his fingers make quick work of your pants. He slowly begins to thrust his fingers inside of you, resulting in you clutching his soft hair desperately.

As he continues his assault on your pussy, you break the kiss and moan about how badly you need to come. Jamil smiles down at you as he starts to massage your swollen clit. The second he feels you clutch around his fingers, he immediately removes them all. He stands up with a smirk as you stare up at him with watery eyes.

Finally he speaks again.

“You smile too easily at him. Make him think he has all your attention.” Jamil softly lifts your chin with his finger, he smirks at you.

“Oh but how wrong he is… right habibi?” Jamil smirks devilishly at you. He runs both hands down your sides, and begins to lift your shirt. You immediately help, as you lift your shirt over your head along with your bra. You start to grab Jamil’s hands so you can place them over your breasts, but he quickly moves them away with a smirk and a click of his tongue.

“Do you really need me habibi? Since you seem to have the attention of others, I’m sure they would be of assistance.” Jamil backs up to the corner of the room with a smug grin on his face.

You pout and start to trail your own fingers down towards your pussy. Jamil smiles but shakes his head.

“As beautiful as you look pleasuring yourself, there will be none of that tonight. Now answer me.”

“Jamil, there’s no one else!” You whimper as you start to beg him to touch you again. Jamil hums.

“Say it again. Beg this time.”

“Jamil please!! I need you so so so bad. Need you to touch me. Just you, no one else.” Your response is clearly the one Jamil wanted as he smirks and walks back over towards you while unbuckling his pants. As he lays himself back over you, he pecks your neck and whispers in your ear as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

“Good answer habibi.” He immediately slides in after muttering that into you. You gasp as his cock penetrates you.

He quickly bottoms out inside of you before starting a fast paced rhythm thrusting into you. Jamil presses soft kisses to your neck in contrast to his harsh thrusts.

“Always take my cock so well… like you were made for me…” Jamil groans as he continues to hammer into your sweet spot.

You continue to moan as he brings you both closer to your climaxes. When you finally announce your need to come, he smiles and stops for second.

“One final thing…. who makes you feel the best?”

“YOU, Jamil! You You You!” You whine. The second you answer, he thrusts harshly into you, resulting in the two of you reaching your peaks. He allows you some time to come down from your own orgasm before helping you clean up.

Jamil presses small kisses all over your face and whispers into your ear how well you did. Before you both fall asleep, he says one last thing.

“No more private study sessions with Kalim. I’ll join too.”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit 🪞:

Vil invited you to join him for a charity gala since the two of you had been dating for some time. You always made Vil feel more at ease, especially during public events. What you two didn’t expect was for Neige to be at the same exact event.

Prior to seeing Neige, Vil was entirely in his element. His makeup was flawless, his suit was the pinnacle of fashion, and the aura around him was undeniable. Your boyfriend looked incredible.

Then Neige stumbled back towards Vil’s dressing room even though his was on the complete opposite side of the stage. He trips over a stray stage cable, and you catch him quickly, trying to help keep him steady.

He looks up with wide, sparkly eyes, a flush on his cheeks, and a breathless laugh.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much! You’re so quick! Wow, your hands are really warm…”

Neige doesn’t mean to flirt, but he leans in close, definitely invading your personal space with pure awe and friendliness. He notices a stray smudge of dust on your cheek.

“Oh! Hold still! You have a little spot right here.” He gently brushes it off with his thumb, smiling like a disney prince.

“There! Much better! Now all can see your beautiful face! You’re working so hard tonight, it’s really inspiring!”

You are completely flustered by the sheer, unfiltered idol- energy radiating from Neige. You offer a polite, slightly embarrassed smile before helping him back to his feet.

Vil watches this from across the room. To anyone else, he looks statuesque and calm. But internally, he is furious. Seeing Neige touch you, and seeing you smile back strikes a lethal blow to Vil’s pride.

He sweeps across the room like a dark, elegant storm. The clicking of his heels is sharp and menacing. Vil inserts himself flawlessly between Neige and you. His voice is a purr of poison.

“Neige. Lovely to see you. I see you’ve met my beloved y/n? We were just about to head back to my dressing room. I believe yours was on the opposite side of the pavilion? Do try not to clutter up the workspace with.. aimless wandering.”

Neige just blinks, completely missing the malice.

“Oh, hi Vil! Your suit is so wonderful! Okay I’ll go back! Bye!” Neige waves cheerfully at you and trots away.

The second Neige is out of sight, Vil drags you to his private dressing room, locking the door behind him. He takes out a silk handkerchief and aggressively wipes the exact spot on your cheek that Neige touched.

“Disgusting. He probably has makeup residue all over his hands.” Vil mutters as he grabs your hand and brings you over to his vanity. He gently applies some high end powder onto your face. When he puts the compact back down, you figure that’s the end of it as you begin to walk away. However, Vil quickly pins you to the vanity.

“Tell me… Did you find him charming? Is that the kind of look you prefer? That childish, unrefined simplicity?” Vil tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at his beautifully sculpted face.

“Look at me. I am the one who spends hours ensuring every detail of my existence is flawless. Neige doesn’t even look like he knows the first thing about high end products. Say it, dear. Who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Obviously it’s you Vil.” You smile up at him as his hands find their way around your waist. Vil smiles down at you.

“Are you sure? I think some would beg to differ after seeing your display with Neige.” In response, you immediately nod. Vil hums thoughtfully before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You gasp, shocked that he would be willing to do such a thing when you are both technically in a public space.

Vil breaks the kiss after hearing your gasp. He looks at you with a puzzled look.

“What is it?”

“A-Are you sure you want to be doing this right here, right now? I mean I thought you preferred to only be intimate in our dorms.” You explained thoroughly, just wanting to make sure he was comfortable. Vil is silent for a minute then he laughs.

“My dear. If I have to teach you a lesson, surely it cannot wait until back at Night Raven. If you would like me to stop then-“

“No no, I didn’t say that- wait what lesson?” Before you can continue, Vil has already crashed his lips back onto yours. He runs his hands along your body, caressing every curve as he continues his assault on your mouth.

Vil runs his hand below your skirt, feeling you over your panties. He presses a singular digit down on your growing wetness.

You break the kiss as you moan, throwing your head back. Vil places his other hand behind your head, careful to not let your head hit the vanity mirror. As you continue to grind your hips into Vil’s hand, he starts to press feather light kisses to your neck, careful to not leave a mark. Vil finally slips his hand under your underwear and slides two fingers inside you while playing with your clit.

He quickly begins to pump his fingers harshly inside of you. Vil marvels at the pure bliss that comes across your features. Smiling peacefully at your face, he continues to pick up the pace until you’re begging him to let you come. He lifts your chin, taking in your noises as you come on his fingers. When he pulls them out of you, he brings them up to your lips.

“Suck, my dear.” You immediately take his fingers into your mouth. Vil nods in approval before pulling them out. You grab onto his suit’s bottoms, eager to pull them down along with his boxers. He helps you out of your skirt in return before bending you over the vanity. Before he sink down inside of you though, he whispers one last command in your ear.

“I want you to keep your eyes on the two of us the entire time.” He taps the mirror in front of you. Without further ado, Vil lines his pretty cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing in. When he bottoms out inside of you, he looks into the mirror to meet your pretty, watery eyes.

Vil begins to pull out before sliding back in until he’s pounding into you at a constant pace. He looks back up into the mirror after a moment, only to find your eyes are clamped shut as you moan. Vil removes one hand from your hip and slaps your ass. Your eyes fly open and look at his in the mirror, he smirks at you before continuing his thrusts.

“Eyes on me, my queen.” He purrs in that low seductive voice of his. As you start to near your climax, Vil begins to fondle your clit. The two of you reach your peaks at the same time, Vil groaning as his cum floods your hole while you clench around him. After a few more shallow thrusts, he pulls out slowly before fingering the mixed fluids back into you.

He hums as he helps lift you from your bent stance. You stumble on your weak knees before Vil wraps his arms around you and seats you on the velvet coach on the other side of the room. Vil adjusts his hair and makeup in the mirror before sitting down beside you. He places a small kiss on the crown of your head.

“…I believe I was incorrect, sweet potato. Neither me nor Neige is the fairest.” He lifts your chin to smile at you.

“It’s you.”

Rook Hunt 🏹:

When you and Rook had first ever met, he was infatuated with you. He would stalk you as he did with most of his prey. Rook would also randomly serenade you in the hallway. You found this super romantic (I did too, don’t worry). However, what you liked being said to you, you didn’t like nearly as much when Rook said it to others.

You were used to Rook being close with Vil. In fact, you and Vil were semi-friends! However, what you weren’t expecting was your boyfriend to make an entire photo album from just one of Vil’s photo shoots.

During exam week, you borrowed one of Rook’s notebooks. After flipping through the pages, a few of the polaroids fell out. You were honestly pissed. When you went to drop off the notebook in Pomefiore, Rook could pretty much tell that something was wrong.

“reine de mon cœur, what is troubling you?” Rook asks as he cups your cheeks with his hands. You stare up at him before moving and showing the polaroids.

“Do you like Vil more than me or something? I mean you never take any photos of me!” You pout as you put the polaroids onto his desk. Rook stares at you in shock, then starts laughing after a moment. You look back at him, in shock yourself. How could he laugh at a moment like this?

“Ma belle, do you really think I’ve never captured your beauty by camera before? Please, allow me to show you how beautiful I think you are.” Rook comes over and cups your face again before lifting your lips up to his.

You gasp into the kiss, which allows Rook to shove his tongue deeper into your mouth. As you continue to kiss, he backs you up until you fall down upon his bed. He breaks the kiss as you heave from your spot on the bed. Rook rummages through his desk until he pulls out a polaroid.

He brings it to his eye before clicking a picture of you on his bed. You look up at him in shock.

“What mon cherie? I said I would admire your beauty deeper now.” Rook tosses the camera onto the bed next to you before pinning you down under him. He reignites the kiss as the two of you grind against each other. As the kiss deepens, he begins to caress your body, squeezing every curve he can.

Rook slides his hand under your shirt, feeling your warm skin against his. He slowly moves his hand up your stomach until he reaches your breast. Rook slowly begins to knead the soft flesh as you moan into the kiss. He pulls away from the kiss with a smile as he soaks in your beautiful flushed out face. He grabs the camera beside you, taking a picture of your face.

After he is content with that photo, he sets it aside and dives back down onto your lips. However, he doesn’t continue palming your chest. Instead, his hand snakes down your stomach until it’s sliding below your skirt and underwear. Rook delicately begins drawing circles around your growingly wet entrance before sliding a finger in. After a moment, he slides a second digit inside, which results in your back arching off the bed. He breaks the kiss again, and snaps a picture as he continues fucking his fingers into you.

After putting the camera down again, he stands up and quickly steps out of his pants. He helps shimmy your skirt and panties down before picking up the camera again. You look back from your spot on the bed as he positions the camera over your glistening cunt. He smiles at you as he snaps a photo.

Rook carefully adjusts your body until you’re sitting doggy style on the bed, this was Rook’s favorite way to take you for some reason. He strokes his cock a few times in attempt to spread the pre-cum around his dick. Finally, he lines his cock up with your entrance. As Rook carefully sinks into you, he grabs his camera when he has completely bottomed out. He carefully snaps a few photos of your hole clenching around his length.

He slowly begins to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. However, there’s only so much he can do before he’s pussy drunk and his instincts take over. Rook quickly begins to piston inside of you, pounding your sweet spot with every thrust. You stuff your face further into the pillow as you feel your climax closely approaching. Finally, your orgasm hits you like a train. Your velvet walls clench around his cock.

Rook continues thrusting inside of you, groaning something unintelligible in French before your walls are painted with his cum. After he carefully pulls out, he positions his camera right over your dripping hole, showing the intertwined fluids of you both.

You thought it was finished, but you feel his tongue poke inside your overstimulated hole. Rook’s tongue darts in and out of your hole, carefully cleansing your cunt. His nose nudges against your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy. Finally, you find yourself reaching your peak again just from his tongue. Rook laps up your juices with slurps and groans.

He pulls away with a smile, his face slick with your fluid.

“Oui… I should’ve taken a picture of that.. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, mon cherie!”

Epel Felmier 🍎:

Epel didn’t consider himself the most jealous guy. Of course he knew you were pretty, but he was never worried about your guys relationship. He loved you deeply and he knew you did too. However… Epel just can’t control himself if his pride comes into the question.

The two of you were out on a date for your one year anniversary. Vil had been giving Epel some etiquette lessons prior to the date, and he was genuinely trying his best to be proper.

Just as you were assuring him that he didn’t have to put up some front, some burly beast man sailor comes over to your table. He leans in close to you, completely ignoring Epel.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The sailor rumbles, his voice low and dripping with practiced charm. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wasting your evening sitting in a quiet corner with a fragile little doll. Why don’t you ditch the kid, come down to the docks with me, and let a real man buy you a drink that’ll actually put some color in your cheeks.”

The man winks, entirely oblivious that the ‘fragile little doll’ across from him was about to explode. For a second, the sheer size of the guy makes Epel’s old insecurities flare up. But as the man leans closer to you, something shifts.

Epel slams his hands on the table and stands up. His chair scraps loudly on the floorboards.

"Hey! Back off, ya scoundrel!" Epel barks, his refined accent vanishing instantly into a thick, gritty Harveston dialect. His eyes flash with pure, unadulterated fury.

"Who do ya think you're talkin' to? She’s mine. You lay another eye on her, and I'll show ya exactly what a country boy can do!"

The sailor blinks, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity coming from someone so small and pretty. Sensing a scene—and probably not wanting to get thrashed by a feral magic-caster—the sailor scoffs, raises his hands, and backs away into the crowd.

Epel is trembling, his chest heaving, his face bright red from a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment. He doesn't say another word. He grabs your wrist—his grip tight, firm, and unyielding—and hauls you out of the tavern, marching straight back to the dorms.

The second the two of you reach Epel’s dorm room, he quickly opens the door and pulls you both inside. After making sure all his dorm mates are out, he pulls you into a kiss.

Epel runs his hands along your body, feeling up your every curve. He pushes the two of you up against the door, quickly sliding his knee between your legs. As he runs his hands along your chest, he begins to slowly rock his knee along your clothed cunt.

You break the kiss as you lean your head up against the door. Epel slowly begins to kiss along your neck, muttering unintelligible words in his thick accent. As you start to grind against his knee, he slides his hand under your shirt, palming your breast.

He looks up at your face as you practically hump up against his leg. Giving your breast one last squeeze, he brings his hand back up to your face. Epel cups your jaw, bringing your lips close to his again. As you lean into the kiss, you reach down and begin to palm him through his trousers.

As the kiss deepens, Epel starts to guide the two of you away from the door and toward his bed. You both don’t break the kiss as you fall straight down on the disheveled covers. Epel continues to hump you as he delves deeper into your mouth.

After a few more moments of soft caresses and desperate kisses, Epel stands and quickly takes off his pants. You were still wearing your pretty dress from the dinner date, so Epel starts shimmying it down your hips. After the dress is off, he immediately crashes his lips back onto yours.

This man is on a mission though. As badly as he wants to fuck the shit out of you like a real man, he wants you to have a good time. Epel quickly dips two fingers inside of you, eager to keep letting them hit your sweet spot.

Right as you are about to come, Epel slides his fingers out of you. He immediately lines his cock with your entrance as you desperately hump the bed for friction. As he slowly sinks into you, you run your hands through his soft hair.

Quite simply, Epel is pussy drunk the second he slips inside of you. He eagerly babbles out random crap as he thrusts messily inside of you, continuing to hit the depths of your walls.

“E-Epel! S-Slow down!” You moan out as Epel continues to rail right into you with no intent of stopping. He groans as he bites down on your neck and begins to suck a dark hickey into your soft skin. As he moves away to admire his handiwork, he grins up at you.

“I ain’t stopping until I’ve proven I’m a real man. Your man, to be specific, doll.”

That is how you ended up having sex with Epel until late into the night. Safe to say you were heavily stuffed with your boyfriend’s cum, and he learned a new lesson! Anytime he’s jealous or insecure of himself, giving his lady a good fuck sure clears everything up!

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud 💻:

Idia did not want to go to the cross-dorm gathering, but you managed to coax him out of his room. For the first twenty minutes, he was glued to your side, a trembling shadow muttering about high normie energy levels and depleted battery percentages. But the moment he stepped away to grab a drink, someone seized the opportunity.

After getting a drink and turning back around, Idia watches a student corner you. The guy is smooth, confident, and leaning entirely too close into your personal space. You are smiling politely, trying to be nice, but to Idia, it looks like a targeted attack on his sole source of comfort.

His blue flames flare a sharp, aggressive magenta at the tips. His fingers twitch over his tablet, desperately wanting to hack the campus grid and trigger a fire alarm just to drag you away. Instead, he marches over—a rare, terrifying burst of assertion—grabs your wrist, and pulls you out of the room without saying a word to anyone. For once, making a scene at a public place doesn’t seem to cross Idia’s mind.

The door to his room clicks shut, and the heavy electronic locks slide into place with a definitive thud. The familiar smell of ozone and computer cooling fans fills the air, but the atmosphere is suffocatingly dense.

"Idia? Are you okay?" You ask, turning to face him.

He is panting slightly, his long blue hair whipping around him like live wires. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze is fixed on the floor, his teeth gritting.

"Am I okay? You’re asking me if I'm okay after you let some low-level NPC hit on you right in front of my face?"

"I was just being polite—"

"Polite?!" Idia interrupts, his voice cracking with a mix of raw insecurity and sudden, overwhelming possessiveness. He steps forward, closing the distance between you until you are backed up against his gaming desk.

"You were smiling at him. You didn't push him away. Do you have any idea what that does to my brain chemistry? My stress levels are literally off the charts, and you're just... you're just letting them trespass on my territory!"

He traps you between his arms, hands slamming onto the desk on either side of your hips. When he finally looks up, his yellow eyes are wide, burning, and completely stripped of his usual social anxiety. The vulnerability is gone, replaced by a desperate, frantic need to reassert his claim.

"You're mine," he whispers, his voice dropping into a raspy, commanding register that sends a shiver down your spine. "I don't care how many normies try to talk to you. I’m the one you came here with. I'm the one who gets to touch you."

Before you can answer, his mouth crashes down onto yours.

He tastes like copper and cold energy drinks, his tongue dominating yours as if he's trying to erase any trace of the outside world from your senses. His hands leave the desk to grip your waist, his long, pale fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave faint marks later.

Idia pulls away with a groan as you begin to palm softly at his growing erection (this man is whipped). After breaking the kiss, he looks down at you for a moment as if he’s contemplating.

“…As much as I would enjoy fucking you… I think I need a… video game detox.” Idia smirks as he sits down inside his gamer chair before starting his console. You stare at him in shock.

“A video game detox?” Idia is silent for a moment then laughs hysterically for a moment. Then he pats his lap.

“It’s yours for the taking. Might as well try and be useful.” You honestly weren’t used to Idia being so bold, and even a tad bit rude. However, something about it turned you on more. You slowly drape yourself over Idia before slipping your hand beneath his pants, palming his erection. His cheeks go bright pink, but he keeps his eyes on the monitor.

You slowly sink yourself down onto his half-hard cock, Idia’s eyes flutter as he tries to suppress his groans. He continues to customize his avatar on the game, giving you no attention. You start to bounce up and down on his cock after sinking all the way on it.

After continuing to ride Idia for a few moments, he finally speaks.

“Come.. dear Sevens.. I need to come! Keep going baby…” Idia quickly pauses his game as his thin fingers grasp your hips and pull you up and down on him. He pulls you close, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He pulls away just an inch, his hot breath fanning over your lips. "Tell me," he demands, his chest heaving. "Tell me I'm the only one you want. Say it."

You gasp out his name, confirming exactly what he needs to hear. The validation hits him like a critical strike. He groans, a low, guttural sound before coming. Idia continues to rock against you, snapping his hips up as you ride him through his orgasm.

After he finishes, you expect him to be done. To your surprise though, he quickly pulls out of you. Idia then shoves everything off his desk—not caring as expensive tech components clutter onto the floor.

He lifts you up onto the cleared surface, parting your knees and stepping into your space with an intensity you’ve never seen from him before.

Every touch that follows is frantic and possessive. His hands map your body with a desperate hunger, leaving feverish trails of heat wherever his skin meets yours. When he strips away the barriers between you, his eyes never leave your face. He wants to see every reaction, wants to anchor your focus entirely on him.

As the two of you continue feeling each other up, Idia walks the two of you over to his bed. You both stumble over random energy drink cans and dirty clothes, but he finally reaches the bed. Before landing, you break the kiss and take your shirt off with a smile. Idia grins at you as he reconnects your lips and you both fall onto the bed.

Idia continues to kiss you as if you are his lifeline. He quickly lines his slick cock up with your entrance before easing in slowly. You moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Idia clutches your hips as he starts to rut into you. Before you know it, he’s a whimpering mess and begging you to stop clenching around him so he doesn’t come again so soon.

The two of you reach your peaks at the same time as Idia rubs circles around your clit. When you tighten around him during your orgasm, he reaches his own as well.

When the storm finally passes, the frantic energy bleeds out of him, leaving him exhausted and suddenly hyper-aware of his own boldness.

He collapses against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His flames have calmed back down to a soft, low blue, radiating a comforting warmth. He wraps his long arms securely around your torso, anchoring you to his chest as his breathing gradually slows down.

"Don't...do that to me again," he mutters against your skin, his usual introverted cadence returning, though his grip remains tight.

“My heart can't take it. Just stay in my room next time. With me. Where no one else can look at you."

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia 🐉:

When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, you were immediately invited to all the hit parties and social events. This was the exact opposite of Malleus’ time at NRC. However, once you both began dating, you constantly insisted on Malleus’ being your plus one.

Party at Scarabia? Great! You and Malleus will be there. A festival being hosted for NRC? The two of you are front row. Any ceremonies for the school year? You are beaming right beside Malleus as he smiles down at you.

This all meant the world to Malleus. He knew people saw him, but they didn’t actually see him. You did though. You always saw him. You, a simple mortal from another world. Not an ounce of magic. And yet, Malleus cannot help but marvel at how easily you feel like home to him.

So what exactly does the great Malleus Draconia do when someone threatens his perfect home? Well, he fucks his lady silly.

You see, the night had started as just a fun party. Kalim had eagerly invited you to a formal dinner, which only turned out being some huge rager. You were currently dancing it up with Ace and Deuce while also trying to get Malleus to dance. However, he was simply not a dancer.

Hence, you were dancing alone with all your friends until a slow song came on. As you start to walk back over to Malleus so you can beg him to slow dance, you are stopped by some guy. He smiles down at you, already placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip.

“You’re a real good dancer you know that? I’m shocked you don’t have someone to dance with… good thing I’m here, right beautiful?” The man smiles smugly at you as he starts moving the two of you. You start to speak, but he quickly cuts you off.

“Say…you want to maybe get out of here after this dance?” Before you can even open your mouth, you feel a looming presence.

“Kindly unhand her. She has a dance partner. One for life, in fact.” Malleus’ voice drips with amusement as he watches the guy immediately tense up just from seeing him.

“M-Malleus-? Oh.. Sevens… I am so.. sorry.. I uh.. I gotta go…” The guy bolts quickly, leaving you and Malleus there. You turn to him with a smile.

“Dance partner for life? I thought you didn’t like slow songs?” You tease as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist, smiling down at you. Malleus sways the two of you to the beat of the song, completely content to just be in the moment.

“I simply prefer the fae slow songs over this. But I suppose if every mortal is stumbling over themselves to dance with my lady, I shall have to get over my dislike.” As the song comes to an end, Malleus kisses your hand.

When the party is over, he immediately walks you back home to Ramshackle to ensure you got back safe. You invite him inside as always, and he happily agrees.

The two of you sit down on the old couch in the lounge room. After sitting for a moment, Malleus finally speaks.

“May I kiss you, my dear?” He smiles at you, his hands folded. You immediately nod, expecting some small kiss then for him to announce it is time for him to leave. However, he quickly pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss.

Initially, you are shocked. Malleus rarely starts any type of… activity. He was more than happy to participate, but his gentleman nature made him less likely to initiate it. Now, your boyfriend was practically swallowing you whole and running his hands all over your body.

You move your lips against his as Malleus palms your breasts softly. You grab his hands and move them under your clothes, eager to feel him touching you. He follows your silent plea, carefully kneading your soft flesh as you moan into his mouth.

Malleus moves away from the kiss, carefully resting his forehead on yours as he continues to touch you. You whimper as he slips his hand back out. As he watches your face closely, he runs his hand along your stomach before slipping it under your shorts. Malleus runs two thick fingers over your quivering heat, you shutter as you grind your lower half on his fingers.

“Eager, are we?” Malleus smiles up at you sweetly as he slides his two digits in. You squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers penetrate your hole. He begins to pump them inside of you at a steady pace while looking at your face, mesmerized.

After a moment, Malleus feels you tighten around his two fingers as they repeatedly hit your sweet spot. He softly pulls a strand piece of hair out of your face as he curves his fingers inside of you. You end up reaching your peak shortly after, which resulted in your juices leaking all over Malleus’ fingers. Not that he seemed to mind.

Without a second to waste, Malleus lifts you up and starts to walk towards your bedroom. You look up at him in shock, still reeling from your orgasm. He looks down at you and smiles.

“You didn’t think I was about to make love to you on a couch, did you?”

Malleus quickly lays you down on the bed before shedding his pants. You follow his movement as you take off your own bottoms. He strokes his cock with a smile as his eyes rack over your body. The fae wastes no more time as he lays down over you and lines his thick cock up with your entrance. He slowly inches into you, letting you adjust to his massive length. You had taken Malleus’ cock before, but no mortal is ever fully prepared for a fae dick.

When Malleus has fully bottomed out inside of you, he grabs your hand, squeezing it slightly. When you squeeze back, he begins to slowly pull out before sinking back in. This pace continues for a few moments before he lets go of your hand and begins to circle your clit. You convulse on the sheets as his pace picks up and he starts hammering into you. The two of you continue to hold hands as you tighten around his cock, and the both of you come.

Malleus’ first action is pressing a small kiss to your intertwined hands before slowly pulling out. He can’t help but feel his heart swell at how pretty you look stuffed with his cum. After helping clean you up and laying back down, he holds you in his arms as you snooze. Malleus whispers one last thing to you before sleep.

“I’m more than just your dance partner for life, my beloved.”

Lilia Vanrouge 🦇:

Today was Cater’s birthday party! There was a whole wide party in Heartslabyul in honor of him, which you and Lilia were invited to! Lilia and Cater got along very well because of their shared club, so Lilia was very happy to attend.

Heartslabyul was packed. The yard was flashing with neon lights, and ringing with music. Cater was is in his element, snapping Magicam selfies and keeping the energy high. You and Lilia arrive together. Lilia is in high spirits, dressed up, laughing, and blending in perfectly with the younger crowd.

He spots Kalim and Cater across the room and excuses himself for just a moment to check on them, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before walking away.

You go over to the refreshments table, only to end up beside a random Heartslabyul student. He leans again the table, effectively blocking you in.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around before..” He says, flashing a confident smile. He gets entirely too close, his arm brushing against yours.

"A party this good is wasted if you're standing here alone. Why don't we slip out to the rose maze? It's much quieter out there."

You politely decline, taking a step back, but he doesn't take the hint. He reaches out, his hand boldly grabbing your wrist to pull you closer.

"Come on, don't be like that. Just one drink with me."

Before the student can even register your discomfort, the air in the lounge temperature drops. A hand—small, but with a grip like reinforced steel—wraps around the student’s wrist, forcing him to let go of you instantly.

It’s Lilia. But the cheerful, eccentric fae from a few minutes ago is gone.

Lilia doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. He steps between you and the student, tilting his head with a smile that looks incredibly sharp and dangerous. His crimson eyes bleed an ancient, terrifying authority.

"I believe my partner said no," Lilia purrs, his voice cutting cleanly through the loud party music. The grip on the student's wrist tightens just enough to make the boy gasp.

"It is impolite to badger a guest, especially at a birthday celebration. Don't you agree?"

The student looks into Lilia's eyes and instantly realizes he is looking at a legendary fae warrior, not a harmless classmate. He turns pale, stammers an apology, and practically trips over his own feet trying to flee into the crowd.

Lilia doesn't care about the fleeing student. He turns to you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe to make sure you're unhurt. The possessive fire in his eyes hasn't gone out—if anything, the crowded room is making him restless.

He grabs your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours tightly.

“We are leaving." He says, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument.

The second you both get back to Diasomnia, Lilia has you pushed up against his door with a surprising force. He tilts your chin up before smiling and capturing your lips with his.

Lilia allows his hands to wander around your body, stopping around your waist. He pats your hips, motioning for you to straddle him. You oblige and jump up, Lilia catches you with absolutely no difficulty, which was surprising.

The two of you are now basically intertwined with each other as you continue to messily make out. Lilia stumbles towards the bed as he continues to kiss you. The floor is littered with random things, which he dodges to the best of his ability. Finally, he puts you down on his bed so you’re splayed out beautifully, heaving heavily from the kiss.

The fae quickly shimmys your pants off, then settles between your legs. Lilia runs a finger along your weeping entrance as he occasionally dips a finger in before withdrawing it fast. He continues to tease you like this as he watches your face with amusement. Finally, he slides both gloved fingers inside of you fully. You arch your back in response since you weren’t expecting him to finally give you his fingers.

After a moment, Lilia has basically gone off the walls. His two fingers are pistonning into you like crazy, and he seems to have no plan on stopping. As his fingers continue to caress your sweet spot, you finally tighten around him, nearing your climax.

“L-Lilia… Needa cum…” You babble out. Lilia’s response to this was to go even faster, which you didn’t think was possible. He teasingly runs his thumb over your clit as the pace picks up again. Through all this extra stimulation, you end up reaching your peak and come down with a moan.

However, Lilia doesn’t stop after your orgasm is finished. He continues to thrust his slick digits into your dripping hole. You feel yourself start to tense up for a second orgasm due to the overstimulation, but Lilia quickly pulls his fingers back out.

“My… It’s pretty late isn’t it? Why don’t we call it a night, my dear?” Lilia has a smirk on his face as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“No! No! Come on baby, please? Please fuck me… I need it…” You whisper that last part as you begin to rhythmically grind your hips on his bed, desperate for friction. Lilia hums thoughtfully.

“I don’t know… Are you sure you need my help with that? You seemed fine getting attention from someone else.” Lilia teases as he runs a finger along your slick entrance.

“No I don’t! It’s you, just you, Lilia! Please? I need it, need you.” You pout up at him, desperate for him to fuck you. The fae chuckles and begins to unbuckle his trousers. He hums to himself as he strokes himself. You open your mouth to beg again, but before a word can come out, Lilia’s quickly lining himself up with your entrance and bottoming out immediately.

The room is filled with a plethora of moans and groans as Lilia pounds into you. Before long, you are coming around his cock, followed by him thrusting into you one last time before filling you with his cum.

As the two of you come down from your highs, Lilia pulls out slowly. You pat the spot beside you on the bed, simply wanting to cuddle your boyfriend, but he has other ideas. Lilia rests his head between your thighs, and looks up at you with a smirk before plunging into your pussy headfirst.

Safe to say you two would be at it all night.

Silver Vanrouge 🗡️:

Your boyfriend was rarely one to get jealous. You both had a very good communication system in your relationships, so neither of you ever doubted your love for each other. However, Silver always did feel a bit bad that he cannot control his sleeping patterns.

There have been occasions where Silver will accidentally fall asleep, thus missing a date night. You always assured him it was fine and that you understood he couldn’t control it, but deep down, he just wished he was able to give you his undivided attention.

In fact, the one thing that frustrates him the most is your friendship with Kalim. Don’t get me wrong, Silver liked Kalim, he was happy you were able to have a friend that could always make you smile. But he found himself getting upset over the fact Kalim pretty much dedicates his whole attention to you when you both hang out. Kalim never fails to invite you to parties, and you had told Silver of all the times you and Kalim had gotten into mischief.

Silver wished that he was able to dedicate all his time to you like that, but he knew it was literally impossible. Other people were able to give you all their attention, while he could only give a portion.

Currently, the two of you were at a party. You had dragged Silver there because he was always so busy with his knightly duties and training. The second you got there though, your boyfriend was already asleep, snoozing away in a chair. You knew better than to try and wake him, so you went to go hang out with your friends!

When Silver finally woke up, he scanned the room for you in a daze. He saw you on the opposite side of the room with Kalim, who was currently insisting you come back to Scarabia for a sleepover. You were both giggling about all the things you could do, like face paint, make Scalding Sands snacks, and even take a dip in the oasis in the morning!

You were happily agreeing when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around only to be face to face with Silver. He smiles down at you, which you quickly mirror with your own smile. Silver rests his chin on the top of your head as you giggle. He greets Kalim, who beams greatly and greets him back.

“Good to see you Silver! I was just telling y/n about the new plants growing at the oasis! Me and Jamil saw them last week, and I know how much she loves plants! I keep telling her we will have to visit the botanical gardens of the Scalding Sands! They have the best desert gardens there! Oh! And I was telling her about the new recipe I discovered! We’re gonna try it tonight-“ As Kalim yaps, you both listen intently until suddenly he is cut off by none other than Silver.

“That’s nice, but we have plans.” Silver says smoothly, not adding much. You look up at him with a confused expression. You hadn’t planned anything for the two of you. Kalim smiles quickly and nods.

“Aww okay! We can try for next weekend then! I bet the oasis will be growing even more by then!”

“Actually. We’re busy next weekend too.” Silver moves his head off yours, before intertwining his hand with yours.

“Sorry Kalim, will you excuse me and y/n? She was just telling me earlier that she wasn’t feeling well, so I would like to take her back to Ramshackle.” Silver smiles as Kalim immediately agrees and bides you both farewell.

As you both start to walk out, you look up at Silver.

“Are you okay? I didn’t say anything about feeling sick..” In response to this, Silver nods.

“Just need to get back to Diasomnia, love..”

The second you both get back to Silver’s dorm, you are shocked by how quickly he shuts the door and locks it before pinning you to the bed. You and Silver had been intimate before, but you were never quite able to marvel at his strength til now. He stares down at you with a passionate fire in his pretty eyes.

“I need you baby…” He whispers. You immediately begin to feel that familiar heat building in your lower tummy as you pull him into a kiss. Silver dives into the kiss himself, kissing you as if you were his oxygen supply. He begins to slowly run his hands along your body, kneading every piece of flesh he could reach. You tangle your fingers into his soft hair, which he groans into the kiss in response to.

Silver breaks the kiss after a moment. He’s heavily panting. You’ve never seen him this motivated. He desperately palms at your clothes, helping you take them off. You yank off his own shirt and stare in awe at his muscular body.

Without a second to waste, Silver slides two fingers inside of you. You immediately clutch onto his free hand with your own. Silver curls his fingers inside of you before quickly finding your sweet spot. As he takes in your pretty noises, he begins to grind his clothed erection against you. You let go of his hand, trailing down his torso until you reach his bulge. As he groans, you palm at the growing tent in his pants.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers, you find yourself clamping down on them. Your juices coat his hand, not that he cares. Silver immediately sits up, shedding his pants quickly.

“I need to be inside of you. Now.” The second you nod in agreement, Silver lines himself up with your entrance and starts to slowly inch in. You moan out as his cock fills you up, he groans into unison as your walls squeeze him in. When he finally had bottomed out, he grabs your hand and begins to slowly ease in and out.

After keeping this pace for a while, Silver loses himself. He desperately ruts into your pussy, groaning about how pretty you are and how good you feel around him. The two of you arrive at your climaxes at the same time, Silver slams his lips on yours after you both come down from your highs.

You expect Silver to be sleepy after that, however you underestimated your knightly boyfriend’s drive to make you come on his cock multiple times. Before you know it, you both have had multiple orgasms. He lays down beside you finally. After pressing a kiss to your forehead he whispers.

“I’m always here with you. Always.”

Sebek Zigvolt 🛡️:

Sebek had basically the high respect for you (right after his respect for Waka-sama of course). So he questions why in the world you wouldn’t want to train with him!

The answer is simple. Your boyfriend pushes way too hard. When you ask for a simple cardio workout, suddenly he has you doing like 200 pushups. So you stopped training with him, and started training with Silver.

Naturally, this pissed Sebek off. Why in the world would you want to train with Silver over him? He would sit in the courtyard, watching you and Silver work out. Silver would help adjust your form, carefully placing his hands on your muscles. This ticked Sebek off even more. Only he should be allowed to touch you!

After one of your workouts with Silver, you saw Sebek standing in the doorway. You smile and walk over.

“Hi love, what are you-“

“HUMAN. WE MUST BE GOING NOW.” Sebek takes hold of your hand and starts dragging you back to Diasomnia. The entire way, he’s muttering about how he’s just going to have to give you a private workout session.

That is how you ended up face down on Sebek’s sheets as he pounded into you from behind. He was honestly merciless. His cock sped in and out of your pussy at a high speed, and his fingers were twirling around your breasts and your clit.

Sebek grasps both your hips as he pistons into you harshly. You are in absolute bliss as he bullies your poor pussy with his cock. Sebek himself is groaning and spanking your ass as he ruts into you. Everyone within Diasomnia can definitely hear you two…

As you near your third orgasm, your walls clamp down around Sebek’s length. He groans loudly before yelling.

“If you want to come, you have to let me hear you beg for it.” In response, you immediately start babbling and begging for Sebek and his cock to bring you to your next orgasm. He smiles victoriously as he picks up the pace even more and repeatingly hits your g-spot until you come.

At this point, your pussy is absolutely drooling with a lovely mix of your cum and his. But Sebek isn’t even close to done. He continues to thrust into you right after your orgasm. You press your head into his pillow and moan. Sebek quickly wraps an arm around your neck from behind, effectively wrapping his strong bicep around you.

“Everyone needs to hear those pretty noises, got it?” You nod desperately in response as you approach another orgasm already. Sebek groans as he reaches his own peak. After you both have came, you expected him to be done for now.

However, he quickly pins you back down to the bed, holding your hands above you with his own hand. Sebek immediately slips back inside of your messy pussy with no intent of stopping as he groans about how nicely you squeeze him in.

The two of you had had multiple rounds by the time there’s a knock at the door. A deep voice booms through, Lilia.

“Sebek! Please don’t be so harsh on the girl. I can hear her moans from the kitchen.”

************************************************** A/N: FINALLYYYY, it’s done and posted!!! I hope you all loved reading about each of your favs :) I loved writing this so much, especially with like 10 milkshakes from wisdom tooth recovery hehe. I apologize for anything that may be OC! I tried my best!

Shout out to my bff for reading them all and discussing scenes :)

Thank you all! Enjoy! ♥️♥️♥️

He has two. No need for clarification.

However limited his knowledge about these endeavors is, he’s aware that humans have one. Out of consideration for your well-being, he conceals the other with his magic when in human form.

If you’re convinced that you can take both of his cocks, though, he’s not going to say no to you.

Digging further, one can unveil other aspects such as the breeding season dragons went through and their increased fertility to ensure the continuation of their lineage. These aspects translate into the Draconia’s biology as well.

Whenever this season approaches, it’s imperative for Malleus to retreat into his bedroom. No one is allowed to approach except Lilia and his retainers in case an emergency were to happen.

Malleus is more reactive and temperamental. At the slightest aggravation, he may conjure a thunderstorm unlike anything seen in the past millennium. He lacks his typical collected self during this period.

Malleus hesitates letting you approach him when this happens. It doesn’t stop at the idea of hurting you, given his increased appetite… it’s also because of how draining it will be to your human body.

If you do join him, the opportunity to leave the bed, let alone the room, will be limited. You’ll have to make use of the short spaces in between sessions to replenish your energy.

Since human biology differs from draconian faes, you’ll tire out more often than him.

If, despite that, you still want to help him, Malleus would be elated.

While in normal circumstances, Malleus starts with lots of soft trails of kisses on your face and neck, in this scenario the opposite happens. It should suffice to say that you’ll want to stretch your muscles before Malleus enters his rut. You’ll need it.

ʚ⁺˖↪ LILIA

Draconic faes are the biggest in terms of girth and size. Faes, like Lilia, in comparison, are easier to handle, even if still bigger by human standards.

Lilia’s cock is girthier than what your average human can give, though you don’t need as much preparation as you’d need to handle other types of faes.

Bat faes also go through a rut period, but given Lilia’s age, it’s sparser between occurrences. However, when they do happen, it’s intense.

Given the lengthy years he has prevailed, Lilia’s intuition to when it’s approaching has become sharper. He’s able to predict it with certain accuracy and takes the corresponding precautions.

He doesn’t turn nearly as snappy or moody, but it’s an effort he must make to maintain his usual easygoing demeanor. He has gone through it enough to gain better control of the irritability that comes with these ruts, so it’s a feat that’s manageable for him.

The toughest part of dealing with his rut isn’t the volatile emotions but the fact that he needs to stay cooped in his bedroom for longer than he’d like to.

With your support, though, the cooped-up thing seems more appealing to him.

Since the rut period is shorter for bat faes, Lilia hesitates less to accept your aid. It’s a guarantee you’ll end up…worn out once it’s finished, but not as drained as those with longer ruts.

Even in this state, expect Lilia’s playfulness to remain. His libido might’ve been amplified, but that doesn’t mean he’ll forego his teasing in lieu of reaching your climaxes sooner. Not like there’s any rush for it, he’ll be in this restless state for around a week.

You’re not sure whether this is something bat faes enjoy in general or if it’s a Lilia thing only, but you never make it out of it without bite marks scattered across your shoulders, neck, chest… He doesn’t even spare your thighs.

You can try getting back at him by teasing his ears but do expect Lilia to retaliate…

ʚ⁺˖↪ SILVER

As per a knight’s code of conduct, Silver adheres to discipline as much as he can. Self-control. Which means that whenever he feels that itch for release, he diverts his thoughts back on track and finds another way to dissipate that increasing pressure.

At some point, however, it’s too much. His thoughts meanders more often now that you’re seeing each other, and despite his best wishes, it’s increasingly harder to reel those wandering thoughts back into place.

He wants to be a gentleman, really. Yet you make it hard for him when you’re all over him, kissing and touching him like that… His resistance wavers, and before he realizes, his lips revere your body with the devotedness you’d find in a worshipper preaching a divinity.

If you want something from him, let him know. Silver prefers a straightforward approach in the bedroom, but if you want to try something new, he’d be happy to comply. Depending on how risky it is, Silver will mull it over for some time before trying it out.

Although, in the dirty talking part, he’s not going to do too well. He’s stiff and awkward. It’s better when it’s impromptu rather than when he’s expected to do it. He’s too candid and direct, and how he words it can fluster you.

It takes him a while to discover things he’d never entertained the idea of before being with you. Cockwarming and somnophilia, for example. Both of which he discovered because of those bothersome instances in which he fell asleep while in the middle of sex.

This gave him the opportunity to realize that he doesn’t dislike the idea of waking up to you pleasuring him or, if you’d prefer to, cockwarm him while you wait for him to wake up. Both of which would make the annoying curse more bearable in these matters.

You do have to metaphorically wrestle this information out of him. He considers these wishes burdensome to ask a partner.

Trey Clover

His hands rest on your hips, fingers pressing just enough to remind you they're there, but he doesn't guide you. Trey's breath hitches every few seconds, a slow, controlled exhale that betrays how desperately he wants you to move. "You're doing this on purpose," he murmurs, voice strained, and you feel his c*ck twitch inside you. He shifts his thighs beneath you, a subtle adjustment that nudges you deeper, but he stops himself from thrusting. "Please," he finally breathes, "just a little—anything you want, just move."

Cater Diamond

Cater's grin is tight, almost manic, as he keeps his hands locked behind his head—a deliberate show of restraint. "Okay, okay, I get it, you're winning," he says, but his voice cracks on the last word. He's trying to play it cool, but his hips have a mind of their own, making tiny, aborted rolls that barely achieve anything. "C'mon, babe, don't torture me like this. I'll do anything—anything you want—just give me something, yeah?"

Leona Kingscholar

Leona's tail flicks sharply behind him, the only sign of his irritation. He's got you straddling his lap, his c*ck buried deep, and he's made it abundantly clear that you're not allowed to move until he says so—except now he's regretting that demand. His claws scrape lightly against your thigh, a warning and a plea. "Herbivore," he growls, low in his throat, "I changed my mind. Move. Now. Or I'll take what I want, and you'll be the one begging to stay still."

Ruggie Buuchi

Ruggie's usual scheming demeanor has crumbled into something almost pathetic. He's gripping your waist with needy fingers, his ears drooping. "Come on, please? I'll do your chores for a week—no, a month! I'll steal you anything you want from the Savanaclaw kitchen." He whimpers when you don't budge, his c*ck pulsing inside your tight entrance. "Just… just one little rock, that's all I'm asking. I'm begging here."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul's composure is a thin veneer, sweat beading at his temples as he keeps his hands folded primly in his own lap—a promise he made not to touch you until you chose to move. "This is… a rather effective negotiation tactic," he says, voice trembling. "I concede. I'll sign any contract, grant any wish. Just… please, won't you give me a single, merciful thrust?"

Jade Leech

Jade's smile is serene, but his eyes are darker than usual, watching you with predatory patience. His hands rest on the floor behind him, steadying himself. "You're quite skilled at this game," he says, his voice a silken whisper. "I must admit, the stillness is… exquisite torture." He shifts his hips just barely, a deliberate display of how much control he's ceding. "But I wonder how long you can resist the temptation to move, when you know exactly what I'll do once you start."

Floyd Leech

Floyd is squirming, his long legs kicking out occasionally as he whines dramatically. "Shrimpy, this isn't fun anymore! I want you to move, move, move!" He wraps his arms around you, trying to pull you closer, but you stay rigid. "If you don't start bouncing soon, I'll squeeze you until you have to move," he threatens, but his tone is more desperate than menacing. "Please? I'll be good, I promise."

Jamil Viper

Jamil's jaw is clenched, his hands fisted at his sides. He'd agreed to this challenge with a smirk, confident he could outlast you. Now he's trembling, barely holding himself back from gripping your hips and slamming you down. "Fine," he hisses through gritted teeth. "You win. I'll do whatever you ask—cook, clean, even bow to your whims. Just move already. I can't take much more of this."

Vil Schoenheit

Vil's expression is a masterpiece of controlled annoyance, but the flush creeping down his neck betrays him. He tilts his chin up, refusing to break his elegant posture. "I must say, this is a rather novel form of torture," he says, voice laced with honey and venom. "You've proven your point. Now, if you would be so kind as to move, I'll ensure your reward is… legendary."

Idia Shroud

Idia's face is a brilliant shade of red, hidden behind his hair as he hunches forward. He hasn't dared to look at you, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. "This is so unfair," he mutters, voice muffled. "You're literally just sitting there and I'm… I'm dying. Ortho's going to find my corpse." He peeks at you through his bangs. "If I promise to play any game you want for a whole year, will you please, please, just twitch or something?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus's eyes gleam with ancient amusement, but his breathing has turned shallow. He holds perfectly still, a statue of dark power, save for the slight tremor in his hands. "You have a rare talent, little one," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your core. "I have waited centuries for many things, but this moment tests my patience more than any. I will give you the moon if you ask—just grant me the mercy of your movement."

Silver

Silver's head is drooping, his eyes half-lidded—not from sleep, but from the overwhelming haze of need. His hands are loosely resting on your hips, not daring to push. "I… I don't think I can stay still much longer," he murmurs, his voice thick. "It's becoming unbearable. Please, if you have any kindness in your heart, let me feel you move. Just once."

Chenya

Chenya's grin is playful, but his usual mischief has an edge of desperation. He's seated cross-legged, you in his lap, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. "You're really good at this," he says, a hint of a whine in his voice. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll share my secret stash of sweets, I'll let you prank Riddle with me, I'll do anything. Just give me a little wiggle, pretty please?"

Minajeal Tealrajah

Minajeal's regal composure is cracking, a soft flush painting his cheeks as he rests his hands on your knees, not daring to move them higher. His voice is warm, but strained. "You've bested me, it seems," he says with a breathless laugh. "I confess, I'm not accustomed to being so thoroughly undone by stillness. If you would grant me the honor of your movement, I would be eternally grateful—and I promise to return the favor tenfold."

Vil:

Loves getting to shut his brain off after a long day

never really a brat, just moreso a pillow prince

is a big fan of wearing a cock cage

huge on training

make him follow rules and he will do it with the most grace you have ever seen

not a loud moaner but will softly curse sometimes

LOVES shibari

tie him up in silk ropes and blindfold him while holding a vibrator to his cock and he will be a begging mess

arches his back so beautifully when he cums

only ever gets on his knees for you

rook:

This man is down for EVERYTHING

He will worship every inch of your body with the fervor of a thousand suns

LOUD moaner, constantly moaning your name and begging for more

SUPER into pain play, especially mixed with wax play

drip hot wax onto his nipples and watch him struggle not to moan

jerk him off until he’s shooting blanks and somehow he still begs for more

not above public sex and will beg you to jerk him off in places like the library or even at the back of a classroom

has he gotten caught eating you out/sucking you off before? 100% does he regret it? 0%

Absolutely loves when you hunt him down (predator/prey kink goes wild)

will 100000% wear a collar if you get him one

Leona:

THE BRATTIEST OF BRATTY SUBS

You will need some serious patience with him

start fucking him however? He’s a moaning mess

groans when he’s in pleasure

Force him into submission and he’s putty in your hands

Tug on his tail or ears and all bets are off, he’s now reluctantly begging

loves when you put him in his place in front of his dormmates, it shows them that you’re the ultimate one in charge even if he’s the housewarden

swears like a sailor during sex

idk why but I imagine him on a collar and leash with a muzzle on during sex

he will do everything in his power to annoy the shit out of you only to be ‘regretting’ it five minutes later when you’re edging him in the supply closet

Azul:

Contrary to belief, I don’t think he’d be super shy when submissive

def not a brat either

absolutely has a praise kink though, praise this mans

prefers sex in his human form but is willing to also do it in his octo form

absolutely loves if you are under his desk sucking him off while he has to act normal towards anyone who walks in, finds the challenge to be even more of a turn on

make him ride you and watch him slowly get more flushed and panting as he goes for multiple rounds to prove himself to you

LOVES hickies but only in places no one else can see

Jade:

Shibari. That’s all I have to say.

risky forest sex is his favorite, especially when you whisper to him that anyone could find you two and see how obedient he is for you

a bit of a brat, likes to make you prove your dominance, but folds when you pin him to the wall or bed

tie him up and toy with him, he loves being overstimulated

make him wear a vibrating cock ring while working and he will try to act normal but those who know him will be able to see the slight red tint to his cheeks

Floyd:

Much like Jade, he loves overstimulation

i don’t think he’s as bratty as Jade, he just wants you to be a bit rougher with him

it takes a lot to make him blush but when you’re forcing him to look up at you with your cum on his face and he sees that camera out? He’s done.

squish him with your thighs while he sucks you off/eat him out, it makes him moan

out of all 3, he’s the most pathetic in my mind. Will genuinely grind against your shoe to get off if he’s that horny

if you want him to behave the entire day, edge him just before his shift and tell him he’ll only get to cum if he’s good

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Warnings; Yandere, yandere behavior, mating season, mention of past abuse (not towards reader), Unicorn Centaur x Human Reader, NSFW, afab reader, Oral (reader receiving), attempted oral/hand-job (male receiving), breeding kink, size kink, use of medications (muscle relaxers), inflation kink, purity kink, cuddling during intimate acts, nickname (King of Hearts- Riddle to Reader, Pretty Boy/Queen of Hearts- Reader to Riddle), praise kink, sex toys, slight orgasm denial,

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Spring had arrived in the Queendom of Roses.

Bees were buzzing peacefully, birds singing to one another, and what seemed like every species searching for a mate. From the prideful Harpies trying to dance for their chosen beloved, to the vibrant Kelpies flipping in the water, Spring was in full swing and everyone was eager to let you know about it. You had been propositioned no less than ten times just walking around the Queendom.

The smell of Roses hung heavily in the air and almost bled into the very fabrics you wore as you awaited Riddle. He had insisted that he needed to 'prepare' and had run off, leaving you in the tucked away section of the Rose garden to the Palace. Thankfully, due to your ties with the royals of the Queendom, you were able to stay safely hidden away while you awaited Riddle's return.

It was when you were examining a lovely large rose that you heard the hoof-falls of the Unicorn returning to your side. Riddle was loosely dressed in a near see-through white top, ruffles around the neck and wrist. Around him was a long chain of roses that had been meticulously woven into a sash and a flower crown. The roses themselves were a beautiful golden yellow that faded into red at the tips of the petals. Riddle stood quietly for a moment, shuffling his hooves and idly fidgeting with the matching flower crown in his hands.

"My glorious King of Hearts, I... Do you know why spring is important to Unicorns?"

"I would guess the spring flowers?"

"You are partially correct. Flowers are as important to Unicorns as Spring is, they so often go hand in hand. The primary reason Unicorns value spring so much is because it is the season we choose our life partners. That isn't to say all pairs last the test of time. Some Unicorns just aren't meant for each other, like my parents. But... Well, it is tradition to weave our chosen flower in our manes and gift our chosen mates with flowers of their own."

He moved forward carefully, almost acting like you were going to chase him away or intentionally make him startle. When he was directly in front of you, he curled one of his front legs, his equine half entering a deep bow before you. In his offered hands sat the flower crown that he had been fiddling with. You knew it was Riddle's mating season, having been made aware right before it began. What you also knew was that Riddle was trying very hard to ask you to be his mate without directly asking you.

Riddle was a deeply wounded and nervous creature. His temper was a hair trigger that easily got him caught up in his emotions, making it difficult for him to connect with others. His history with his mother and her abuse of him only further stunted him in terms of emotional growth. Even now, you could see the way he was shaking and how his breath hitched as he bowed to you.

Riddle- for all his pride and anger- was terrified you would reject him the way so many others had.

Without letting the decision weigh heavily for too long, you gently lifted the crown from his hands and settled it atop your own head. This simple act had Riddle staring at you in surprise before letting out an almost squealing whinny of joy. His hands immediately finding your body as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you to spin you in his excitement. You knew he was over the moon in joy at the prospect of you accepting his mating offer.

"My beautiful King... My glorious mate..! I promise, I will always cherish and adore you no matter what happens!"

The Unicorn made gentle nickering sounds as he rubbed his golden horn against the side of your head, careful to not poke you with it as he carried you. For as delicate as Riddle looked on any given day, he was strong enough to carry you in his arms or on his back. His soft whinnying and pleased noises filled your ears while he trotted back to the room that had been effectively reserved for the two of you in the Palace of Roses.

You figured Riddle would be keen to move onto the mating part of his mating season, especially after you accepted his proposal. There were still a few things to figure out before he could have you as he wanted, but he was far too elated to worry too much about the finer details. He had muscle relaxers on him, easily available for purchase around spring due to the fact that many of the Queendom's citizens were a Taur species of some kind. It was helpful for pairings of two Taur species and of mixed species relationships, so Riddle ensured to pick some up before presenting you with your flower crown.

As he gently lay you on the bed, he was quick to begin preparing everything. His hooves quickly trotting around the room as he gathered a sweet drink and prepared your medicine, knowing you would need some time before it fully kicked in. All while he moved and insisted upon doing everything for you, you were waiting expectantly for the Unicorn to finally just get on with it. There was certainly an impatience in you that made you keen to just grab him and get to work.

"Take these and then we can talk about how you want to proceed-"

You grabbed the medicine and downed it rather swiftly, not wanting to waste any time. For as surprised as Riddle was, he was almost shaking when you crooked one finger at him to coax him to your side. The look you were giving him only making his nerves writhe beneath that hungry gaze. Sure, Riddle knew the basics of fornication and had studied as much as he could before propositioning you, but the actual act? He was nervous.

"Come here, Pretty Boy."

Riddle flushed a deep pink at this, clearly growing interested based on the way he nervously crossed his legs and visibly got excited. Ever quick to obey you, he climbed up carefully on the bed and tried to settle next to you. Though you didn't really spend an extended period of time looking under him, you knew Riddle was fairly large and it would be a struggle to fit. There was a reason you were taking muscle relaxers and you could plainly see that reason laying out on the bed beneath Riddle.

"On your back."

He was quick to turn over, visibly flustered and excited as he tried to play it cool. The moment you got a full look at what he was packing, he let out a delicate squeal of embarrassment. His face burning that deep near crimson as he covered his eyes in an obviously timid way. For all his talk and his bluster, he was a very sensitive and delicate prude.

"W-wait-!"

Your hands gently trailed over that rather significantly large length now that you could see it easier. A harsh squeal escaping Riddle who almost seemed as if he didn't know what to do with his hands while you worked his thick cock. He switched between clawing at the sheets and pulling on his shirt, desperate the get control of himself but unable to think through the wonderful feeling of your touch. His soft whinnies and nickering let you know where your touch felt best on his aching body.

"Ngh-! Please...! Please, (Y/n)..!"

Riddle didn't even know what he was begging for, but he was desperate for whatever it was. He could hardly make his eyes focus on you as you used both hands to stroke over his pulsing cock. Every gentle touch from you had his head thrown back into the pillows, doing everything he could to keep his legs still so they wouldn't interrupt you. It didn't matter to him if you couldn't fit that monstrosity in your mouth, just your soft hands were enough to work him up.

"Tell me what you need, my pretty Queen of Hearts."

"Need... M-more..!"

It wasn't hard to guess how worked up Riddle was, or how close he was to cuming all over you. That thick cock pulsed in your hands as if it had a life of its own as you worked him over. The tip of it practically weeping a large amount of clear pre-cum onto your hands, helping you slide them up and down faster. Even as he squealed and arched into your touch, Riddle was blubbering and begging for whatever you were willing to give him.

You ensured to gently mouth along his length, knowing you couldn't take that bulbous tip completely into your mouth, but eager to please the blubbering Unicorn. He had clearly worked hard to clean himself, completely tasteless and smelling faintly of the roses he had woven for the two of you. It was more than obvious that Riddle had tried to plan everything down to the last detail. Still, the Unicorn was unable to do or say much beyond his sweet little noises as you stroked your tongue over his needy length and listened to him squeal from the stimulation.

His hands uselessly pulled at his loose and almost frilly top in an effort to remove it. Even the delicately crafted work of weaving roses into his tail and mane had all but fallen out as he let out a keening wail of pleasure. The only warning you really got was Riddle's cry as that pole of a cock pumped out what had to have been buckets of cum.

What was that firehose going to do to your soft insides?

The thought of all that pressure pummeling your delicate walls had you pressing your thighs together to try and stop yourself from getting too excited. Even as it splashed against your chest and soaked your clothes, you didn't have to work too hard to disrobe yourself. Riddle was watching with one eye peaking out from under his arm and clearly the sight of you bare before him had gotten him excited again.

"S-so... So pretty... Please... I want- I want to-"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as you stood over him on the bed, crawling up his front to start mouthing at his horn. All Riddle could really do was choke on his words as your wonderfully warm lips wrapped around his blunt horn and sucked somewhat on it. Your efforts were certainly appreciated as Riddle had nearly started to drool, his face almost pressing into your breasts as he breathlessly whined for you.

All too soon, you pulled back and he did what he could to follow despite being on his back.

Despite how odd he looked curled up, Riddle did manage to grab your hips and pull you back to him. Your warm heat was positioned right above his mouth as he breathed out heavy pants. Before you could ask him what he was doing, Riddle pulled you down to smother him with your thighs. He made quick work of shoving his tongue as deeply as he could into your warm heat as he began to moan into you. For as hesitant as Riddle was when it came to showing public affection, he was clearly a quick learner and wanted nothing more than to bury his tongue in you.

Despite how you tried to somewhat lift your hips to give the Unicorn a chance to breathe, he just pulled you back down onto him. Clearly, Riddle didn't want- nor need- to breathe if it meant he would have to give up his spot between your plush thighs. Despite your continued struggles in his grasp, you felt your body grow weaker and weaker as the muscle relaxers kicked in.

Unconsciously, Riddle raised his front hooves to act as a backrest for you, letting you melt into his body and into his touch. All the while, he continued digging his tongue into your soft heat and slurping down your slick. Even with burning pleasure soaking into your soul, you felt nearly boneless and it wasn't solely from Riddle eating you out.

"Riddle..! Too... Too much..!"

You were almost slurring your words and a faint worry bubbled in your mind as you wondered if you got too high a dose of muscle relaxers. Even with this worry dancing through your mind, you couldn't work up enough energy or strength to genuinely be concerned about it. All you could really do was lay back and let Riddle have his fun.

"My King..! My glorious and precious Love..!"

"Can't move... Ngh... N-need..!"

This got Riddle's attention, his eyes flicking up to see how you lay back against his legs, your head somewhat lolling to one side. Clearly the medicine was working and you were left completely exposed to his affections. He could do anything he wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to stop him in the moment.

Riddle scolded himself harshly for such a thought while you were trusting him so deeply to be exposed to his desires. Besides, he had gone through quite a bit of effort to make sure everything was perfect for you. Why would he ever betray your trust when you have finally accepted him as your mate?

"Let me take care of you, my King. Let me bring you to the heights of our pleasure."

Riddle moved slowly to slide you from his chest to the bed, your body limply obeying his grasp as you whined and shivered. For as large as his equine body was, he easily maneuvered you and himself so he was above you. His front legs were holding your legs open, his upper body curling somewhat to look down at you lovingly. If affection and blind loyalty could be defined in images, Riddle's expression in that moment would be the primary reference.

"I need to properly prepare you first, my King."

He used his fingers first, prodding gently and doing what he could to get your body to open up for him. Where he could have just taken you with reckless abandon, he refused to cause you any level of discomfort. He had also gone through quite a bit of embarrassment trying to research how to properly copulate with you. His stuttered questions and nervous behavior was all suffered for your sake, wanting to find the best way to bring you pleasure and help you reach that peak.

Your insides happily accepted his fingers, sloppily allowing the appendages to slide in with little resistance. Just the feeling of your body so warmly hugging those fingers nearly made Riddle drool. He could feel the way his needy length lay against the bed and pulse so strongly between his legs as he tried to keep himself calm. He needed to bring you the same supreme and mind-blowing pleasure your very existence brought him.

It was only fair.

"My fingers are not enough to prepare you, Beloved. Trey helped me purchase some... Items... That will assist in this endeavor. Let me know if they are too much for you. I can withhold from mating if it is too much for you. Just tell me how I can worship you better."

Riddle grabbed a few items from his nightstand, showing you what they were so you had the chance to refuse if you wanted to. He would never forgive himself if he pushed you too hard and too fast. In his hand was what was obviously a dildo of some kind. No doubt, it was smaller than Riddle's girth and size, so he likely wanted to use it to prepare you and properly stretch your body out for him so he wouldn't hurt you. Just because you had muscle relaxers running through your system didn't mean that he wanted to cause harm..

"Let me know if you need me to slow down, my Love."

As he had seen in his research- through his fingers as he bashfully covered his face when he saw such intimate depictions- Riddle applied and ample amount of lube to the toy. The lube was cold, but brought with it a very pleasant tingle that had your body almost humming from the feeling. It was as if the lube itself was intended to turn you on more than you already had been, leaving you soaking for the Unicorn.

Your body easily accepted the toy, rubbing up against all of those nice spots that make your toes curl. Soft and almost hesitant whines escaped you as he slowly began to pump the toy into you, watching in fascination as your warm hole sucked it in greedily. The sight alone almost pushing Riddle to forgo the gentle stretching and just mount you himself.

Luckily, Riddle had some self control. Even with your taste still on his lips, the Unicorn could tide himself over until you were properly prepared for him. He adored the way your body accepted the toy, hearing that oddly provocative squish as your warm folds sucked on it and swallowed it down.

Soon, it would be accepting his cock.

As you moaned gently, Riddle continued to replace each toy with one bigger. Before too long, your warm body was easily accepting a girth just smaller than his own. It had become a practiced dance on Riddle's part, he would lube up each toy and proceed to plunge it into you until your body fully accepted it. This slow practice allowed him to up the size bit by bit and keep you locked in the throes of pleasure for him.

Clearly you were enjoying the ordeal as you whined and writhed. Your gentle moans slowly increasing with volume as he steadily worked up your orgasm. There was no reason for you to try and stop him, loving the way each toy seemed to stretch your warm insides and rub against every pleasure point more than the last. Riddle was even able to adjust the toy to specifically hit those spots inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your body was winding tight like a coil internally as that pleasurable pressure only flooded your mind with more bliss.

"R-Riddle..! Gonna... Fuck, gonna c-cum..! Please!!"

This was too much for him to handle.

Riddle quickly pulled the toy out, not wanting to see you clench down and cum on something that wasn't him. It was his mating season, he needed you to squeeze him the way you so beautifully squeezed the toy. There was nothing more in his mind than the desire to bind himself to you and unite in mutual mating.

"No! No, why would-?"

"Shh... It's okay, my King. I wouldn't want you doing something so intimate and beautiful from a toy. You deserve to have something warm and real inside of you for a situation so intimate."

"Please..! I want...!"

"I know, Love. I know. Do you think you can take me?"

"Ngh..."

"Let me know if it is too much for you."

Riddle gently got off of the bed, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed so you were in a better position. As you tried to lift your head and see what he was doing, you could see Riddle was putting on an almost odd reverse saddle that looked like it was meant to hold your legs. It made sense, you wouldn't be able to hold up your own legs, let alone wrap them around the broad Unicorn's equine end. No doubt his thrusting would also dislodge your legs from wherever they were hitched on his hips.

Once he was certain it was secure, he began slowly inching his way up with his front legs on either side of you. Ever careful and cautious, Riddle ensured to lift your legs, hitching them into the reverse saddle himself to make sure you were secure. Honestly, it wasn't too much of a stretch for you to have your legs up as they were and the stirrups were comfortable overall.

Slowly, carefully, Riddle began to ease that long and thick cock into you at a snails pace. He had clearly covered it with lube while he was attaching that odd saddle before sliding it into you. The stretch was apparent, but not unpleasant. Riddle had done quite a bit of work to prepare you so you didn't feel an ounce of discomfort from the intrusion. He certainly couldn't fit his entire length in you, but a fair amount was able to slide into you.

The pressure alone of your insides squeezing him was Heavenly. He could barely focus on anything beyond the feeling of your deliciously warm hole sucking him in and squeezing him. Even the way your legs squeezed his side had the Unicorn almost in tears.

Riddle had been incredibly celibate, not even deigning to give himself pleasure by his own hand. He had always believed that he would only participate in such pleasures when he finally found his mate, and here you were. Your touch, your body, the scent coming from you, all of it drove him to near insanity.

Who knew such pleasures existed in this world?

"Are you okay?"

Riddle gasped out, trying to stop himself from moving without first knowing if you were alright. No matter how good it felt to be buried inside of you, he would never take advantage of his size to do something you were not okay with. Even if it felt like there was not enough blood in his body to fuel his brain and cock at the same time, he wouldn't hurt you if it could be avoided.

"Ngh! Move... Ugh..! Please, Riddle! I need it..!"

That was all he needed.

With careful movements and ever cautious to not crush you, Riddle began his slow pace. Pulling back just enough to feel himself slide out of you only to stuff himself back inside. The squeeze of your warm pussy had the Unicorn drooling near mindlessly. He really only had enough wherewithal to not pound too roughly into you as he savored the feel of your body sloppily sucking on him with each movement.

Neither of you took very long to reach your peaks, having been sufficiently edged the entire interaction up until that point. You two had barely begun and you both were already at your end, feeling that pressure inside of you threatening to break loose. No doubt he wouldn't be able to keep it at just one round, but you both would likely need some rest after this tryst.

"With me...! My King of Hearts, cum with me. Only me!"

Riddle squealed from the sheer strength of his orgasm, feeling how he began to fill you and pump your soft belly full. That first splash of cum was enough stimulation that it shoved you into your own release, drowning your senses in blissful pleasure. Even as you felt almost too full, it kept going. Every shot of cum splashed against your delicate walls with such intensity that you could feel how your body tried desperately to stretch and accommodate the ever increasing amount.

You were shaking by the time you came back to your senses, your stomach almost sore from how distended it was. It was both concerning and endearing in how you could feel Riddle's stomach against your own despite how he was trying to keep his weight off of you. There was so much he had poured inside of you that your very stomach had bloated to rub against his.

"My glorious Love... My precious King... I will never leave your side again, I swear it. I... I love you, (Y/n)."

don’t get him wrong, leona loves indulging in sexual activity with you

however, if he doesn’t initiate it and take control immediately, he knows he’s in for a wild ride

you love doting on this man, proving he’s number one in your heart—and in your mouth

you’ll spend hours between his legs, sucking and jerking him off. for your own pleasure.

he has no idea how you do this either. when he starts getting handsy, trying to push you off, you just tie his hands together then onto one of the bedposts

you have to have full access to pleasing your beautiful boyfriend, after all

it’s a mental requirement for you, reducing him to a whimpering mess of putty in your hands

“baby, please—fuck…” he groans, tugging weakly at his restraints. his hands are suspended above his head, and you have an iron grip pushing his thighs down. your mouth work sloppily on his length, switching between sucking and licking on his shaft and tip.

“not yet, leona. i’m not done yet.” you say, popping off his cock for a moment. you free one of your hands from his thighs, using it to stroke and squeeze his cock in a rhythmic pattern. meanwhile, your mouth travels down to his balls, sucking one into your mouth.

the sensation makes him reach his peak again. “shit! oh fuck, herbivore!” he cries, his eyes rolling back as tears of pleasure stream down his face. his hips buck wildly, his cock pulsing in your hand. when you look, you see an amusing sight—there was no cum that came from this orgasm. he shot a blank.

you really did wring him dry 😋

Jamil Viper

jamil is such a hardworking fella, always running around for kalim and the rest of scarabia. he does so much, and it’s clear how stressed he gets

so who are you to deny your boyfriend of much needed stress relief?

it’s maybe once or twice a week where your guys intimacy is only focusing on him

you get him all relaxed, then bring him to peak after peak, never letting him actually release though

but when you finally do? he’s a goner

“shit.. please baby, let me cum..” he whimpers softly, his hands tangled in your hair as you deepthroat his length once again, hollering your cheeks and sucking harshly. a guttural moan tears from his lips, his hips bucking up, forcing his cock deeper.

you pull off his length with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting you to him. “shh, let me do the work. i’ve got you.” you coo, admiring your pretty boyfriend. jamil’s hair is fanned out on the pillows around him, his face flushed and his eyes glistening with tears. he looked so majestic, falling apart under you.

deciding you were done being mean, you get back to work, sucking on his tip while your hands stroke his shaft at a quick pace. this brings him over the edge, and he comes with a loud cry. his back arches off the bed, his hands tightening in your hair—not enough to hurt, but enough to stabilize him.

you help him ride through his orgasm, then come off his softening cock. he gazes up at you with a tear streaked, flushed, and completely fucked out face.

“that’s my good boy. always so perfect for me.” you praise, laying down next to him and pressing soft kisses against his flushed skin.

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note from madz~ submissive men 🤤 whimpering men 🤤 also, thank you so much for all the support, my dear anon!! i appreciate that you enjoy my writing so much, it gives me more motivation to write :3

I heard a rumor that Leona Kingscholar has been looking a little too hard at the prefect lately! I’m talking sneaking glances, looking across rooms, and turning his head up whenever the prefect’s scent enters the room’s air. He only ever turns his attention to things he deems worthy of his time, so you better give him your undivided attention!

I heard a rumor that he sometimes asks Ruggie to spy on you (yes, you, dear gossip!), the prefect, making sure no one from any dorm is screwing with his herbivore. After all, lions are quite territorial, y’know.

I heard a rumor that Leona may or may not sleep with your sweater as a pillow, scent enveloping him as he takes one of his (many) naps. Lions can’t purr, but I’d say the sigh of satisfaction he lets out when he buries his face into the fabric— your fabric, comes pretty close.

I heard a rumor that he also buries his face into said fabric when touching himself, imagining your hands roaming across his body as he strokes his cock. Sometimes he’ll even bite into the article of clothing, your scent blooming in his tongue. Though, between you and me? He’d much prefer biting your lovely skin.

I heard a rumor that if you listen close enough in the botanical gardens, you can hear hitched breathing and the shuffling of a familiar tail from behind the bushes. Leona isn’t much of a noise-maker, hell— you’ll rarely even hear him grunt— but his breath quickening? The sound of him borderline panting as he tries not to buck his hips up to look too desperate? Honestly it’s just as much of a treat.

I heard a rumor that sometimes he’ll brush up against you on purpose— again— to let others know that he has his eye on you, and to not try anything funny. He wouldn’t put a claim on you, no no no! He doesn’t believe in that kind of “ownership” talk towards a potential partner. Despite that, don’t be shocked if several beastmen students back away from advancing on you. Plus— he enjoys having his scent meld with yours, it’s truly intoxicating.

I heard a rumor that Leona is actually quite the fan of dry humping. He’s lazy, and this is well known, so why waste time taking off clothes when he can just rut against you and make you cum from that alone? And besides, it’s sexy watching you awkwardly try to walk after cumming in your pants.

I heard a rumor that in that same vein, our dear lion would love nothing more than to see you ride him into next Tuesday. As much as he loves seeing you get blushy and shy, there’s something strangely hot about seeing you buck up and take the reins, pushing back and being just as cocky as him— well— not as cocky as him, as I doubt such a thing is possible.

I heard a rumor that he likes marking you in other ways, too. I mean, are we really surprised? Seeing his cum drip down your skin is a reward in several ways. One— his scent is practically radiating off of you now, and two— there’s something so rewarding in knowing that he was the one to do that to you. That he was the one to make you shiver and sweat and jolt from pleasure, and mark you up properly as a testament to your love-making. This goes for biting, too. Your skin just feels too good beneath his teeth— you can’t blame him!

I heard a rumor that despite not having the highest libido (he gets tired, damnit), he’s still somehow more than willing to cater to your sexual needs— just maybe not how you were expecting. If you pester him when he’s napping he will have you grind on his thigh while he dozes back off, and then act utterly dumbfounded if you complain about said dozing off. If he’s feeling extra generous, he’ll put his hands to work and pleasure you that way, trying his best to act nonchalant while you fall apart in his hands. I say try because— well— the way his feline pupils dilate and his lips quirk up in a smirk tend to be a dead giveaway that he’s paying far more attention than he lets on.

But remember! You didn’t hear this from me! <3

hey heyyyyyy!! Thank you for reading, my cuties!! Apologies for the length at which I took to post this, as school has been a royal pain my ass (¬`‸´¬). Enough about that, though! My ask box is open so if you have any suggestions or ideas, send them!!! Blessed be!!!

I heard a rumor that our resident prince of briars has been keeping a watchful eye on a certain prefect. I don’t just mean the friendly neighborhood check-in, either (though he’ll gladly do those too!). I mean the watching behind walls, asking Lilia to inform him of your whereabouts kind of thing.

I heard a rumor that some may consider Malleus a bit… stalkerish? But that’s only by human standards! Remember, he’s a fae. The faerie way of showing your admiration is to watch from afar, track your every move, your routines, how you go about your day, or the little tells you give when you lie or feel a certain way. Plus, it’s not like you’ll see him! He’s made extra sure to not be too obvious.

I heard a rumor that these methods of courting include looking through your window at night, gazing at your sleeping figure longingly. You look so peaceful, so serene (yes, even if you snore!), so… human. Can you really blame him for getting a hard-on?

I heard a rumor that unlike certain rumors being spread about Leona, Malleus cannot hold back any noises he makes. He’ll mutter out your name when touching himself to the thought of you, and try tirelessly to hide his groans and whimpers as his fangs sink into his bottom lip. He may try to act coy but secretly? He hopes you somehow heard him.

I heard a rumor that his horns are a major erogenous zone. Well— sort of. It depends on where you touch! The horns aren’t just regular keratin horns you’d find on a goat or bull, rather they have nerve endings of their own! Granted, he won’t feel as much when you touch his horns as when you touch his skin, with the tips of his horns being the least sensitive. The base of his horns, though? Tracing your fingers where skin meets horn is a sure fire way of getting him to moan out, especially if you brush against his scalp as well. It sends a full body shiver down his spine. But, be warned, the consequences that may follow may be more than what you bargained for! ;)

I heard a rumor that he adores seeing you in his colors. “But green and black look totally awful on me!” I hear some of you cry, and to that, I say, he begs to differ. He’s a hopeless romantic, truly. Something about seeing you match him in any fashion has his heart swelling in his chest— and his cock throbbing in his pants. Unfortunately, the clothes may not last very long once he gets you alone.

I heard a rumor that Malleus can be very petulant when it comes to you. Remember— most people are scared of him, which means his social awareness could use some… work. If you’re so much as even five minutes late to your agreed upon meeting time, expect to find a very irritated and very pouty dragon fae. And yes, he WILL expect extra time with you as payment.

I heard a rumor that he sometimes likes playing into his inexperience, purposely biting a tad too hard or making you gag on his absurdly long tongue. He’ll play dumb, kiss your cheek as a silent apology, but the smirk on his face speaks a thousand words— none of which really scream “I’m sorry.”

I heard a rumor that Malleus likes your sleeping body way more than he should. You’d have to do quite the prodding in order to actually get him to admit to such thoughts, but if you were to suggest it first? He’ll use a spell to knock you out right then and there— just say the word and he’ll do it. Something about you being so vulnerable— so calm and comfortable around him that you’d trust him with your sleeping state— it makes him shiver with anticipation and fuck you with just that much more fervor.

I heard a rumor that he loves using his tongue on you. Dragging across your skin, feeling the way you shudder beneath the drag of it. He also likes fucking you with his tongue too, watching how your eyes go wide at the feeling of it reaching deep inside you. It’s a thing he prides himself on, honestly.

I heard a rumor that he’s actually quite… vanilla? I know, I know, that may be shocking considering the whole “fucking you while you sleep” thing, but really, he likes when the majority of sex with you leans more on the domestic side. For once, he doesn’t feel like some kind of dangerous monster to hide from, or a grand mage to praise. Seeing you above or beneath him, not seeming scared or reverent— but rather pleased, even loving, makes him feel like his heart is about explode. If you were to go so far as to whisper sweet nothings, or flash him an easy smile, expect to not move from that bed for the rest of the night. Hell— not even Lilia could tear him off you, at that point!

But you didn’t hear this from me, got it? <3

FIRST ASK DONE AND PUBLISHED!!! A very special thank you to the anon that suggested this (*≧∀≦*)!!! The ask box is very much still open, so keep ‘em coming! More to follow soon, my lovely little gossips! Thank you as always for reading! Byeeeee!!!