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Beg, Borrow, or Be Eaten (Commission)

This is a commission for @bellacrosia. They wanted a 2nd Person POV story in which a sneaky little Borrower ends up running afoul of our beloved Leona Kingscholar from "Twisted Wonderland." Naturally, such a concept was one I couldn't resist. ;) There may or may not be a follow-up to this story in the future, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy what's here.

WARNING: CONTAINS NEAR AND IMPLIED VORE, BELCHING, MAWPLAY, IMPLIED BUTT CRUSHING/RUMP SMOTHERING, FOOT PRESSING, MACRO/MICRO SHENANIGANS, AND GENERAL INSANITY. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ.

Note: Leona is a big mean jerk in this one. Just a fair bit of warning there, too. XD

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GROMPH-NOMPH-CHOMPH-GLOMPH…! The noisy sounds of jagged fangs tearing through toasted bread, juicy meat, slices of sharply-flavored cheese, and assorted sprinkled condiments seemed to echo through the large, rather untidy room that Leona Kingscholar called his own. The leonine beastman prince was seated at his desk, chewing on the food in his mouth with a slightly grumpy look on his scarred-but-still-very-handsome face…then again, he almost always looked “slightly grumpy,” virtually regardless of the situation any given day. Leona licked some stray flecks of some sort of sauce from his well-shaped lips, before taking another bite. His tail dangled over the side of his chair as he ate, the tip twitching now and again. His ears swiveled this way and that. At first glance, one would think that he was lost in his thoughts, totally and completely at peace and pondering some other point, as his eyes seemed to stare with strange, rapt intensity at the wall in front of him. This, however, was not the case: those nuanced twitches indicated he was fully alert. He had good reason to be. Leona set his sandwich down on a plate and picked up a can of soda. He slugged down the last of the carbonated beverage; his throat rippled, Adam’s Apple bobbing in his beautiful neck, before he pulled the empty can away. As he crushed it in one fist, he let out a careless, rolling “Bllluuuurrrrrllllllp!” of a belch rumble past his fangs and over his tongue at the same time. He then lazily pitched the can towards a bin in which he placed recyclables… …Only for it to bounce off the side and impact the floor. Leona blinked…then shrugged uncaringly. “Tch. Whatever,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll have the hyena pick it up later…” The lazy beast was just about to return to his sandwich…but before he could lift it again… KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! Leona snarled with irritation, green eyes flashing. He’d put up a sign that read “Do Not Disturb” earlier. “Ruggie, that better be you!” he called across the room. “‘Cause if it ain’t, someone’s about to get eaten!” Not that Leona was up to anything THAT important or requiring of privacy, but he really didn’t like to be bothered…especially since he was planning to take a nap once he finished reading, and woe to those who got in the way of Kingscholar and his sleepy-time. Leona marched across the room, pausing to glance back at the sandwich on his plate, before flinging open the door. He glared icily at the cringing, cowering meerkat demi on the other side. “E-Excuse me, Housewarden-” “You have exactly five seconds till I decide to wolf you down whole,” Leona warned, ominously. “-It’s an emergency!” the meerkat all but squeaked out, and hastily elaborated: “Some of the equipment for our private Magift area seems to have gone missing. Jack thinks it might have been stolen, and if that’s the case, we figured you ought to know.” Leona’s eyes flickered up and down as he looked the meerkat over. He glanced back again towards his sandwich. After measuring things out in his mind, he sighed heavily. “Fine,” he grunted. “I’ll let you live. This time. Show me what’s goin’ on, and do it fast.” “Y-Yes, sir!” the meerkat peeped, and gestured for Leona to follow him. The dark prince of the Sunset Savannah exited the room…and threw one last dark, shadowy glance through the doorway. “If my food isn’t exactly the way I left it,” he said, seemingly speaking to an empty room, “There will be consequences. You have been warned.”

Then he shut the door. Footsteps could be heard retreating from his room…before fading into silence… …You counted to three before you scurried out from where you had been hiding. You had heard the Prince’s warning, but you weren’t going to take it. He’d said similar things more than once before, and so far, you’d been able to get away with living here Scott-free. At this point, you were almost tempted to say he didn’t frighten you at all. Almost. Only an idiot would be unafraid of a man-eating lion-person with the power to turn anything he wanted into dust…especially when the one in danger of being on the receiving end of those issues was only three inches tall. Like yourself. You hadn’t been shrunk to get this way; you were born very tiny. By the standards of your kind, you were about average height. You were a Borrower: one of a species of humanoid creatures who were known to be no bigger than mice. You lived in a manner not unlike rodents, too: Borrowers like yourself would find your way into the homes of larger folk and creatures, and “borrow” from them to survive. Scavenging for food, water, and supplies when necessary, just to keep your little body going. You were alone. No others lived here, at least not in this dorm of Night Raven College…and for good reason. Virtually every place in NRC was dangerous for little ones like yourself: not only did you have to occasionally worry about Trein’s wretched cat, but when one dwells in a school of dark mages, you can expect nearly anybody who catches you to not exactly be merciful when they discover someone so small on their turf. Many humans and others of human-like intelligence considered Borrowers to be vermin. However, Savanaclaw was one of the most dangerous spots, if not the most dangerous, simply because of what dwelled in the halls: natural predators. It was one thing if a proper human caught you; usually you could at least expect any fate that befell you not to involve digestion. (Usually; at this school, you weren’t so sure even that assurance was likely to hold water.) But in Savanaclaw, where wolves, hyenas, jackals, and so on roamed the halls at regular intervals, virtually any place a Borrower could choose as a habitat was going to be risky. Getting caught wouldn’t simply mean danger…it would mean being eaten alive. The thought made you shudder as you crept across the room towards the table Leona had been seated at earlier. You had considered other rooms before choosing this one…but Ruggie Bucchi was probably the single most likely in the whole dorm to make a meal of you if he caught you, regardless of circumstances, and Jack Howl was surprisingly the most tidy fellow in the entire dorm, which wouldn’t exactly give you much to scrounge for. Every other room had its own cons, as well. Ironically, you’d discovered that selecting the Housewarden’s room had probably been the smartest choice to make. Even you weren’t sure what possessed you to pick this dorm room in the first place anymore (likely desperation, if you were being honest with yourself), but it had surprisingly paid off. The fact was that Leona - aside from having an infamously messy room, which was handy for your own purposes - was just too much of a lazy bum to bother with you. He had figured out there was a Borrower in his den some weeks ago, at least…but if he knew where you had chosen to hide, he wasn’t showing much interest in the spot. And while he clearly didn’t approve of you stealing from him, and you were certain would not hesitate to snatch you up if he spotted you…he wasn’t actively hunting you down or trying to place traps around the room, either. You imagined, if he really wanted to, he could easily track you and capture you…and you didn’t even WANT to know what would happen then.

Leona was known for being a bully; delighting in the misery of his fellow students just because it brought him pleasure. He had his soft spots, you’d come to realize - you could hardly forget the soft, private smiles that came whenever he got a call from Cheka (despite how annoying his nephew could be to him) - but still, you had no wish to find out what sort of cruel and devious things he might have in store for you if he succeeded in catching you. Which was why it was best to wait till he was out of the room - or very deeply asleep - to make your moves. Such was what you were doing now: you had created a makeshift grappling hook, using some fishing hooks and twine you had pinched from Ashton Vargas some time ago. By now, you’d figured out how to use it well, and with a single practiced throw, you snagged the hooked end on the edge of Leona’s desk. Gripping the tough, translucent fishing line tightly, you then began to ascend, climbing up the table leg to the top of the desk, hand over hand, foot by foot. Once you reached the edge, you quickly but carefully clambered up onto the desktop, and then scampered over to the plate Leona had left unattended. Pausing briefly to look towards the door, just to be safe, you reached into a pack you carried on your back - patched together with bits of leather and other sturdy fabric scraps you’d picked up in Pomefiore, when you had briefly tarried there for a time. You’d left the instant Rook Hunt had figured out there was a Borrower about, because NOBODY wanted to deal with THAT level of scary, least of all you. Frankly, you felt lucky to be alive just from that: it was telling when the lion prince was less terrifying. Shaking your head to clear away the stray thoughts of past horrors, you placed the item in your pack on the table beside the plate. Then, you crawled onto the plate and approached the sandwich. Your small stomach gurgled greedily; the scent of the toasted bread and its fillings was so utterly delightful. Leona always chose to eat only the best he could manage, and that meant every meal you could get was literally a feast fit for a king. Reaching out - and with the aid of a makeshift blade you’d fashioned from a hatpin - you managed to pull away a chunk of the sandwich, about the size a briefcase might be to one of the large folk. You carefully tucked it under your arm and hurried back to your grappling hook. You rappelled swiftly to the floor, and then unhooked your grapple before quickly winding it up again.

Not a moment too soon, it seemed: you could hear footsteps approaching the room. Judging from the low growl and the unmistakable, swaggering step they carried, you knew they had to belong to Leona. Your “host” had returned much sooner than expected! As swiftly as you could, you darted back to your hiding spot, carrying your prize with you. No sooner had you ducked back out of sight…then the door opened and shut, heralding Leona’s return. “Idiots,” he hissed to himself, crossly, tail lashing in clear agitation. “‘Stolen’ my fat ass, they just misplaced the damn things! Tch…next time those morons call me out for somethin’ like this, I’ll-” He paused…then you heard his snarl as he approached the desk at a rapid pace. Leona had noticed the chunk taken out of his sandwich. He had also noticed what you’d left behind: you heard the sound of his fingers plucking it from the desktop. It was a simple button, made of brass; he’d lost one on his uniform vest, but hadn’t been able to figure out where it had gone. You had found it, and offered it in exchange for the meagre (to him) amount of food you had taken. Judging from the snort that came from the lion’s nostrils, however, he was not impressed. You did swear you could detect the faintest hint of a smile in his words as he started talking…but if so, it was gone very quickly. “Thanks fer bringing that back to me. But it doesn’t make up for anything. I already got that button replaced, for a start. As for the food…” He paused, and you heard him take a bite out of the sandwich, chew, and swallow. Another belch left him before he spoke again. “Mph…I know what you’re probably thinking, mouse. ‘It’s less than a mouthful to him, he won’t miss it.’ Well you’re wrong. It’s MY food. MINE. And every last CRUMB of it belongs in MY belly. And you’ve been taking a whole lot of crumbs…and much more. Everything in this room belongs to me…and you’re not Ruggie, who can pinch a few bucks and I’ll pretend like I didn’t know. I’ve got plenty of money, as it is…but food isn’t money. And I don’t like how you’re taking more and more each time; feels to me like you haven’t realized just who you’re dealin’ with. I think it’s time I reminded you.” He paused again to take another bite. You heard his stomach rumble. “There’s gonna be some changes around here, ya puny excuse for a Herbivore,” he growled. “Starting tomorrow, this time, I promise you…there will be changes.” Despite the foreboding tone of his voice, you couldn’t help but smirk and scoff in your hiding place. “Tell me something you haven’t said before,” you mumbled to yourself. Again, it wasn’t the first time Leona had said something like this. You were used to his threats. You were not, however, used to what happened next, as your mutterings were answered. “I heard that,” Leona said, very darkly, and you peeked out and saw him pointing to his ears. “And I’m serious, mouse. You’ll see. Things aren’t gonna be the same for you much longer…and pretty soon, you’ll be payin’ back for all that food you took from me…” A very loud, very large CHOMP of the sandwich seemed to punctuate Leona’s words. And for the first time in a long time…you couldn’t help yourself from shivering. Quickly, you ducked away, and carried your stolen sandwich piece to the little lair you’d made in the walls of the lion’s dorm room. You tried to put those dangerous promises out of your mind…but something in his tone kept you from doing so. This time, he sounded like he really meant it.

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As it turned out, he DID really mean it. For the first few days, things weren’t too bad. The piece of sandwich you’d taken could last you that long. But once the time to forage for food came again, you quickly found out that Leona wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Oh, he hadn’t set up any traps (which was good, because you’d half-expected to run out of your hiding hole and step in a sticky patch of glue, have a cage drop on you, or something), but he was going out of his way to start taking steps against you. From that point forward, he NEVER left food unattended: he would either carry it off with him or stick it in some safe place you couldn’t access. The same went for any amounts of usable water; cups and dishes of it were always stuck up where you simply did not have the means to reach them and get some amount home safely. The lion still wasn’t actively attempting to hunt you down…but he was deliberately trying, it seemed, to lure you out. The only time things that you needed were available was when Leona was around and awake. A few times you’d dared to try and peek out when you thought he was sleeping…but then the lion would rise, and you’d realize he was just pretending, so you’d quickly scuttle off to some other part of the room. Each time, he would chortle menacingly, and whisper to the room around you: “Next time, mousey. Next time.” After a little over a week, you could officially declare that yourself and Leona were at an impasse. He hadn’t caught you, and he still wasn’t really actively TRYING to catch you in any traditional sense…but time was ticking, and your needs grew increasingly more urgent. You’d run out of the “sandwich fixings,” and the rest of your stores were too small; your own fault, you supposed, for not stocking up properly. Water you were finding ways to manage, and you had other general necessities already stored up…but food? You really, REALLY needed food. At this point, you were worrying your own tiny stomach’s rumbles would give you away. You knew now he could hear you, when he chose to. Finally, you realized there was only one thing for it: you’d have to break the stalemate, and there was only one way to do it… “Guess there’s no other choice,” you murmured, as you lay in bed one night, pondering your issue with a wince as you pawed at your poor, aching gut. “I’ve gotta move house…again…” You sighed heavily. This was NOT gonna be fun…

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The following night, you crept out from your hiding place. You tip-toed across the floor and cautiously, warily looked up at Leona’s bed.

The half-lion was sleeping. His snores seemed to send shockwaves through the bedframe and into the floor by your feet. He was snoozing topless, dressed in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting gray pajama pants, which hung down slightly near his pelvis, exposing the black-and-gold edge of the boxer briefs beneath them. As his well-kept mane of dark brown hair spilled over his chocolate-milk-colored skin onto the pillow beneath him, the fanged prince’s face thoroughly peaceful and content, you almost blushed.

Hey, you couldn’t help it: big or small, he WAS attractive.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breath…and began to scamper across the floor, adjusting the grip on your tiny backpack as you went. As soon as you reached the door, you glanced back again, to make sure Leona wasn’t following you and hadn’t noticed you.

The lion snored still, and rolled in bed to turn away from you. Briefly, you felt your blush intensify as you got a peek at his rear end…the plump, plush cheeks pressing through the fabric to show their width and rotundity… “I have never regretted leaving more than ever till now,” you said to yourself…then slapped your own cheeks. “Ugh! G-Get it together! Survival first, survival first!” Chanting this little mantra to yourself, you wiggled your way under the door; it was time to leave and go scouting for a new place to stay on the campus. You were unaware of the fact that, as you left…Leona’s green eyes opened slowly, and a devilish smile slashed its way over his face. “Gotcha,” he hissed to himself with a sinister chuckle, and began to rise from his bed and reach for a shirt hanging limply on a nearby chair… Meanwhile, you made your way into the darkened halls of the dorm beyond. The moon shone into the hall from outside, providing your sole illumination, and giving an eerie, silvery pall to the whole place around you. Adjusting your grip on your pack, you looked left and right to ensure none of the large ones were around…then, after taking a quick breath, decided to go westward. Unfortunately, your plans to attempt to escape your plight were foiled almost as soon as you got them in motion. You hadn’t gone far when you heard footsteps approaching the area. Naturally, you were quick to find a hiding spot: to your great fortune, there was a potted plant a short distance away from you. You nimbly dipped and ducked behind it, flattening your back against the curved ceramic, and peeked around it to see who and/or what was approaching. You recognized the tall, lean-bodied Savanaclaw member immediately by his spotted, short tail and distinctive ears. Ruggie’s boots thumped against the floor as he strolled down the hall, humming softly to himself, a lax sort of look on his face as he sauntered along. You weren’t sure why he was out and about at this hour…till you heard a growl greedily gurgle inside of his gut, far over your head. “Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” Ruggie muttered to himself, an almost childish pout on his face as he poked at his stomach. “I’ll getcha a midnight snack from the-” He paused. His eyes widened slightly, and his ears pricked up. You could actually see the hyena’s pupils dilate slightly as he tilted his head upward and sniffed at the air. Slowly, a smile stretched across the hyena’s face. A familiar snicker, which carried a sinister undercurrent, clucked and hissed its way out of him… “Shishishishi…ohhhh, yummy…” Two large, steely, blue-gray eyes - glowing dimly in the dark like twin lamps - swung around and fixed you with a piercing gaze. You felt yourself turn pale, as you didn’t even have time to try and hide again before they noticed you. Ruggie licked his fangs with a sopping, slobbery tongue. “...Someone I get to eat.” With an almost cartoonish “YIPE!” you jumped out from your hiding spot and ran off as fast as you could…but it wasn’t hard for the giant towering over you to put a stop to that. “C’mere!” growled Ruggie, as he leaned down, reached out…and with a triumphant cackle, managed to catch you in one fist. You squeaked like a trapped rat as you found your bottom half clamped tightly between his fingers, and began to struggle as he lifted you off the floor and up to his face, swinging about on his heel to face the way he’d come as he grinned up at you. “Well, hey there, LITTLE one!” he greeted, teasingly, winking. “Seems like you’ve got a SMALL problem now, huh? Shishishishi! Sorry, I’m sure you’ve heard those before, but…c’mon. Gotta love the old classics.”

You were in NO mood for jokes. “Let…let me GO!” you cried out, trying to pry his fingers away as you squirmed left and right, your legs going numb from the pressure around them as your whole bottom half was being firmly squeezed. You winced painfully through your teeth as Ruggie responded by squeezing a little more. “Ohhhh, I’m gonna let you go alright,” he said, and his voice dropped an octave as he opened his mouth and pointed inside of it. “You’ll go Right. In. Here.” You whimpered and shook your head in a desperate pleading way. Ruggie just giggled, still grinning from ear to ear, those fangs shimmering in the dull gray light, as he nodded back mockingly and leaned closer to you. You flinched as he sniffed at you, his flaring nostrils creating a vacuum-like suction that made it feel like your hair would be peeled from your scalp. At any second now, you expected him to toss you into his jaws and gobble you up… …But, surprisingly, it didn’t happen. Instead, Ruggie pulled back, and frowned. “...Hey…have you been in this dorm a long time?” he asked. You blinked, taken aback by the question. “Uhh…um…a-a while,” you peeped, figuring the best way to at least TRY and survive was to be truthful. “Wh-why do you ask?” Ruggie shrugged as he scratched the back of his head, rolling his eyes upwards, as if he were trying to puzzle out a problem. “I dunno…it’s just…you smell kinda familiar. There’s this scent on you - aside from yours, which is really tasty, by the way - and I just can’t tell who’s scent it is-” “Mine.” “EEP!” Both yourself and Ruggie let out matching sounds of alarm…and each of you went pale and gulped nervously as you found Leona Kingscholar - his mustard-colored tank top covering his powerfully-built top now - standing before you both. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his emerald eyes were narrowed into a truly terrifying glower. “Oh! Uh…um…ah, heh heh…h-hi, Leona!” Ruggie stuttered out, anxiously, ears folding back…and made a show of petting you gently like a baby bird. “I was just, uh…y’know…I found this little thing here in the hall, and I thought…well…some stray meat, I’m a scavenger, just m-makes sense to, uh, y’know-” “The scent on them is mine,” Leona interrupted, looking tremendously bored. He extended a hand and held it palm up before Ruggie, flexing his fingers beckoningly. “Give.” Ruggie eyed Leona’s hand briefly before looking back up…and plucking up courage as he glared back and puffed out his chest. “Why should I?” he huffed. “I caught ‘em!”

“And for that, I’m grateful,” Leona responded evenly, and smirked. “Which is why I’m gonna make sure to pay you back for giving them to me.” Ruggie’s ears flicked up again, his eyes lighting up with a look of hope. “Food?” he checked, hopefully. Leona shook his head. “Better,” he replied. Ruggie’s eyes sparkled brightly and he practically seemed to drool. “Money?” he guessed, as if it were the most glorious word in the entire dictionary. “Close,” Leona shrugged. “Hand ‘em over, and I’ll take you out to a spot in the Savannah only royalty usually gets to visit. Your choice of place. And when we get there, I’ll buy you anything you want.” Ruggie’s grin nearly seemed to carve his own face in half with how wide it stretched. “Anything?” he nearly squeaked. “Anything,” Leona promised, and held up a single finger. “But only that one time, in that one spot, got it?” Ruggie seemed very excited…but then his eyes narrowed. “Hold on…you’d do that just for one little Borrower?” he sneered, glancing between you and the lion. “Seems kinda like a deal that’s too good to be true.” Your heart sank a bit at those words; nice to know your life meant so much to these two, you thought, sarcastically. Leona, however, seemed unfazed. “There’s no other catch, no other loopholes” he promised, calmly. “You know I always keep my word.” Ruggie hesitated only a moment longer before finally declaring, “Deal!” Then he transferred his hold on you to Leona’s own hand. You wiggled a bit as you felt the hyena boy’s fingers relinquish their grasp…only for the even firmer, more meaty grip of the mighty lion to take command. His fingers felt so much softer…smoother…yet even more muscular and firm in how they held you. Both you and Leona watched Ruggie all but skip away, merrily, down the hall. Kingscholar rolled his eyes with a snort at the sound…then glared at you sourly, crinkling his nose as if he’d stepped in something vile and was inspecting the damage. You flinched as he lifted you up closer to his own face now. You could feel your own heartbeat pitter-patter in your chest: you’d never been THIS CLOSE to the apex predator before, and those glowing green eyes arrested not only your attention, but seemingly your very soul. “This,” he hissed, viciously, “Is gonna cost me a butt-ton of money, even by my standards. I can already feel it. So you better be worth it, got it?”

You tried to talk, but you just couldn’t speak: the whole situation left your throat dry and your lungs very weak! When Leona snarled violently, clearly waiting for an answer, you gave a rapid nod in reply. Finally, the lion’s expression cooled, seemingly satisfied… …Then, his snarling sneer changed to an almost seductive, slippery sort of smile. When combined with the hard, sharp glare of his green eyes, you suddenly had the feeling you’d gone out of the frying pan and into the fire. “C’mon then,” he purred. His voice was heavy and svelte; velvety and delicate, yet somehow carrying seemingly the power of the Sun in its every syllable. “Let’s get back to my room. I think you and I…” His stomach rumbled, and he rubbed over it with one hand, chuckling darkly at the look of mortal dread on your features. “...Are gonna have some FUN together.” Still chuckling with pure, wicked exhilaration, Leona went strutting back towards his dorm room - all swaying hips and pumping thighs - and sashayed his way back through the door into his lair, locking it shut tight behind him. He carried you all the way to his bed, and sighed slightly as he lounged back on it again… …Then, you cried out shrilly as you were suddenly flipped and tossed by one of his huge, strong hands…and gasped, panting for air, feeling very disoriented, when he caught you once more. You were now dangling upside down, one of your legs feeling painfully stretched as it was kept clamped in the space between two fingers, with added support from his thumb. You flailed your arms around as you swung for a bit between his fingers…whining and whimpering as you finally slowed and stopped. Leona was looking at you with the same slippery smile, eyes still half-lidded in that sultry, oh-so-predatory way as he eyed you quietly. He chuffed through his nostrils - a sound that indicated he thought your scared expression and squirms were amusing, perhaps even adorable - before speaking… “Life’s not fair, is it?” he drawled, in a slow, lazy fashion. “You see, I…” He let out a wry chuckle, rolling his eyes as shifted his position slightly for better comfort, now resting slightly on his side and propping his head up with one hand. “...Well, I may never be king,” he muttered, with a bitter grimace…then smirked at you again. “And you…” Leona suddenly loosened his grip on your leg. Gasping and yelping, you somehow managed to catch yourself from falling by grabbing onto the side of his hand. His smirk became a devilish grin as he wiggled his fingers while you ran across them, wobbling a bit and trying to keep your balance as they moved in a wave-like pattern beneath you. You were about to jump off and make your way to the mattress below, hoping the soft landing would give you some chance to escape…only to let out another cry as Leona quickly maneuvered his hand to grab onto the back of your outfit, dangling you before him once again. “...You,” Leona went on, still eyeing you as if you were a lovely toy for his amusement, “May never see the light of another day. Sad, huh?” He chuckled nastily, in a way that indicated it wasn’t sad for HIM at all. You whimpered fearfully. You had a feeling you knew the answer to the question you felt compelled to ask… “What…wh-what are you going to do to me?” you peeped. Leona smacked his chops tellingly, green eyes narrowing…and answered by opening his jaws wide, tongue rolling out and unfurling like some twisted parody of a red carpet. You could see the terrifying teeth part, the saliva stretching and snapping in slimy strands between them…you could even fancy you could peer straight down the black abyss of his throat, into the dark, hellish chambers that awaited you beyond. It was the confirmation of your worst fears when he started to lower you towards that hot, steaming orifice of rippling flesh and fangs, and you couldn’t help but scream.

“NO! NO, PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T!” Leona just let out a taunting, crooning sound - “Awwww…!” - as he continued to move you closer and closer to his gaping maw. You squirmed around, hoping to break his grip and find some way to evade this horrible fate…but nothing worked. His breath puffed up over you, making you gag and sputter; it stank like old meat, and made your whole body quake with horror. The horror only rose when Leona - moaning softly as your flavor finally made contact with his tastebuds - placed you atop his tongue and began to close his mouth, his lips and teeth sealing around your upper half as he released you. Only your little legs remained visible to the outside world, kicking frantically as muffled cries for mercy and for help came from within his mouth… Of course, no one was there to help you. And Leona didn’t really believe in mercy. SSSLLLUUURRRLLLP! Your legs shot past the puckered ring of his lips and disappeared into his mouth with the rest of you, sucked up like a couple of short, fat noodles. Leona then lay in bed, flat on his back, and moaned some more, eyes fluttering closed. He swished you about to and fro with his tongue, the large lapper spinning and swinging you from one of his rubbery, powerful facial cheeks to the other. Those cheeks swelled each time, and one could see the outline of your desperately struggling form from the outside… “DON’T EAT ME!” you sobbed, as you wrestled with his tongue like some limbless alligator. “PLEASE, DON’T EAT ME, STOP! LET ME OUT!” Leona ignored you entirely. You could hear the thrum of his pleased rumbles as he swirled you around; each time you went past those craggy, felid teeth of his, you were afraid of being nicked or jabbed by the pointed biters…but they never so much as grazed you. The tongue was your greatest opponent; slapping down over you as it whirled you under its base and slopped you into a pool of ever-building saliva, then scooping you up to grind you against the rough washboard-textured roof of the maw. BRRROOOOORRRRLLLLLLB…! The bellowing of Leona’s belly was like the howl of a damned soul. You whined and keened as you wriggled against his tongue, ushering another chortle from your titanic predator. Finally, he stopped the dizzying abuse…but just as you were starting to recover from the giant bully’s “tongue-tying” antics…you felt gravity start to shift. You began to slide over the tongue, as Leona sat up in bed, head craning back…tilting it till you started to slide down and backwards, towards his gullet. A truly evil smile graced his face as you shook your head desperately, trying to squiggle away from your own encroaching end, getting closer and closer to the ever-pulsing esophagus… …But just before you slid down, read to start slithering into the horrendous abyss of his digestive system…his head rocked forward again and - PHUT! - Leona spat you out like a hairball.

You rolled across the mattress before finally coming to a stop on your bunce. You groaned and grimaced; you were completely drenched in his drool. Leona, still sitting up in the bed - still looming and leering - wiped his mouth on the back of his hand with a supercilious sort of smirk still plastered to his god-crafted face. “Having fun yet?” he teased. “No,” you whined, pathetically, and looked up at him with a mixture of disgust, fear, and confusion. “I…I thought you were going to e-eat me…” Leona grinned a little wider. “I still might,” he said, in an unsettlingly casual tone of voice. “But not tonight. Probably.” “Then what do you WANT from me?!” you called out, half in fury and half in fear. Leona’s smile vanished instantly. His eyes narrowed. “For you to be polite, first of all,” he said, calmly. “Otherwise I’ll crush you flat under my ass.” The humiliating (if bizarre) threat of such an end cowed you, and you nodded obediently, deciding not to point out he was hardly being polite himself. “Y-yes, sir,” you mumbled, half-sincerely. “Sorry, sir.” “That’ll do,” shrugged Leona, with eternal nonchalance. “Now, how ‘bout you dry off? I don’t want my own spit staining these bedcovers too much…” One of his legs extended outwards, as if to act as a wall…while the other lifted up, crooked, so that only his foot was beside you. He then reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small yellow-and-black handkerchief, which he handed to you. You eyed it warily, but when he flicked it insistently, you pulled it free and quickly used a corner of it to wipe as much of yourself clean of his slobber as you could. “Here’s how this is gonna work from now on,” Leona announced, when he felt you’d had enough time. One of his arms slung itself over his knee, while the other pointed at you with one long, strong finger. “You belong to me. Plain and simple. Which means I’ll keep you safe from anybody else who might try and hurt ya. It also means that, if you behave yourself - treat me with respect, do what I say - I’ll make sure you never go hungry again. You’ll have plenty to drink too, of course, and anything else you might need is yours. But no more hiding in rat holes, got it?” You bit your lip, looking the devilishly handsome colossus up and down before carefully answering: “So, what you’re saying is…I’m your pet.” Leona’s smile was the very embodiment of smug. “Pretty much,” he said, in an approbating fashion. “And…if I do anything you don’t like…I’m guessing you’ll eat me?” “Most likely,” Leona yawned. “I can be…creative.” You shuddered violently. Leona’s tail twitched at the sight, and he wiggled the toes of one of his feet, as if the sight sent a little thrill through him. You tried not to notice, and dropped the corner of the handkerchief before kicking it aside. You puffed out your chest and held your head high, looking up at the prince. He cocked his head slightly and arched his scarred eyebrow. “What if I refuse?” you challenged. Leona blinked just once…then, you cried out as you were sent tumbling off the bed by a simple swipe of one of his huge hands. You managed to catch hold of the edge of the bedsheets, which slowed your fall, but you were still winded when you smacked down onto the ground.

You barely had time to catch your breath before - WHAM! - a huge foot came careening down and pinned you to the floor. Leona looked down at you from his great height, eyes glittering dangerously. He was still smiling the same smug smile as you found your head wedged between one of his big toes and the smaller digit beside it; a slightly musky scent came from the sole that pressed down over the rest of your body, pushing your spine against the hardened surface of the floor beneath his bed.

“I could always crush or suffocate you, right here and now,” he suggested, coldly. “It’s up to you, little one. You can be my pet…or you can be something smeared across this floor, and I’ll have Ruggie clean up whatever’s left later. Your decision.” Wasn’t much of a decision you figured…but to be fair, that did make it easy. You tried to answer Leona verbally…only to gasp and wheeze as he pressed down a little harder with his foot. “What’s that?” Leona cooed, tauntingly, cupping one hand to his ear. “Speak up, mouse. Can’t hear that pathetic little voice from way up here.” You hoarsely croaked out one word: “Yes!” “Yes? As in, ‘yes, you want me to crush you’?” You began to panic as his toes squeezed tightly around your cranium, till you felt like your skull might crack. “N-No!” “No? As in, ‘no, I won’t be your pet, so you might as well squash me’?” The toes flexed, sending ripples of dangerous pain through you. “PLEASE!” “Aww…please? As in, ‘please don’t kill me, I beg of you, Your Majesty’? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” You could only groan. Leona chuckled and bit his lip, cheeks lightly flushed as he relaxed his toes once more, clearly enjoying this whole scenario VERY much. “Yeah,” he murmured breathily, “I’m definitely gonna have fun with you…” Finally, the pressure of that huge foot lifted and fell away. You had a few seconds to gasp for air before Leona’s hand dipped down and scooped you up into his palm. You braced yourself for the iron grip of those fingers…but it never came. Instead, he simply cradled you in his palm, even holding you close to his chest, as he stood up once more and stalked across his room. You tried to calm yourself by listening to the heartbeat of your captor (so much more steady compared to your own in that moment), an ironic source of comfort, to say the least. You watched and waited, wondering what he would do. There was a small kitchenette in the room - where Leona kept the icebox and other things he could store food in, so cruelly denying it from you the past week and a half - and on the counter of the sink was something you hadn’t noticed before: a bird cage, seemingly made of gold. Inside the cage, Leona had already prepared a small amount of roast beef on a folded napkin, and a little basin of water, presumably for your own use.

“This oughta hold you for the night,” he muttered, though whether he meant the cage, the crudely-prepped vittles, or both, you were not sure. Either way though, he opened up the birdcage door, and then held out his hand close to it. A grunt and a toss of his mane indicated he wanted you to step inside. For a second, you resisted…and your mind briefly considered the idea of jumping away and making a bolting dash for safety…but somehow, that seemed like it would all be very unwise. For now, your best bet, you figured, was to play along and hope for the best. So, you obligingly stepped off his hand and hopped into the cage. Leona smiled - a surprisingly softer, gentler smile than usual - and quickly shut the door, fastening it with a little lock about the size of your head. “Now then,” he rumbled, kneeling down to peer through the bars of the cage with his scarred eye. “You sit tight and try to get some sleep, my pet. Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day for you…we’ll see how long you can survive.” He winked, as if this was all just a game…then stretched alluringly in the moonlight that streamed through his dorm room window. As he did so, his shirt rode up, exposing his six-pack abs and the navel you were very close to being behind…then yawned, giving you another glimpse at the ghastly maw that had so nearly devoured you. “Now I gotta get to bed for real,” he mumbled, scratching his hip and smacking his chops, then smirked at you once again. “Might skip class in the morning just to help you get settled in.” “Yes, sir,” you peeped, not sure what else to say, though it seemed Leona was waiting for an answer. The answer was clearly the wrong one, as he glared frostily. “...Yes…My King?” you decided to try, knowing how much he loved such a title, based on interactions he’d had with others. Leona’s eyes widened. He apparently hadn’t been expecting you to give that response. When he smiled again, you were surprised by how flattered he seemed. “That’ll work,” he said, and yawned again, his grumpy facade falling back into place as his smile faded and he began to lumber off to sleep. “G’night, mouse. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” The casual way he said those words might have been funny under better circumstances. Leona yawned one last time, louder than ever, before flopping back into bed heavily. His back was to you as he snuggled into his pillow…then, in a matter of scant seconds, real snores - not the false ones he’d fooled you with earlier - began to buzz their way out of him as he descended into a thoroughly self-assured slumber. You were helpless to do much of anything. For a few silent moments, you sat in your cage…then your stomach whined at you, and you sighed louder than you’d ever sighed in your whole puny life. Quietly, you tore a piece of roast beef off from the slice beside you, and glumly, gloomily began to eat. At least you were alive, you thought to yourself…and having your life meant having hope. Maybe Leona would prove that he wasn’t quite so horrible as he seemed. He HAD saved you from Ruggie, after all…even if it was only so he could have you for himself. And you had noticed other soft sides in him over time. Still, you were far from especially happy. Right now, the most optimistic thing you could think of was that you could say you’d gone another day without being devoured or smashed. That was a good start, you supposed. Perhaps you could still find your freedom and escape…or perhaps this was your destiny. To be a pet for a prince, forevermore. Time alone would tell.

The End…?

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SFW Alphabet - Malleus Draconia

A/N: First Post! I do eventually want to do this with all the boys, this just took an unbelievable about of time to write.

I still can't tell when to properly use a comma, semicolon, or hyphen. Pls help.

Warnings: Mention of hair in "Q". Reader may or may not be M/C, up to you, hon.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In public, Malleus is a little more reserved with his affections. Being the heir to Briar Valley, he does have to be conscious of public opinion. A kiss to the back of your hand, guiding you through a crowd with a hand on your back, walking around with your arm looped around his. Almost a classy type of affection.

In private, he's constantly touching you. Hand holding as he reads with you doing your own thing beside him, your legs dangling over his lap as you share a pot of tea- his hand caressing your calf, he presses kisses to your head often- even in passing if there aren't too many witnesses. He enjoys your presence and soaking in your warmth.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You would have to approach him first. Malleus is often regarded with caution and met with distance from his peers, and to an extent- even his citizens. Once you show him you're interested in knowing him and don't have that trepidation, he's ecstatic and will seek you out, the friendship growing with time.

As his best friend, you have an incredible privilege many others don't get. You see his genuine enjoyment in life. You see the spark in his eyes as he speaks of his passions, you get to hear his laughter as you regale him with silly tales about your day.

He often will gift you little trinkets he finds, and for your birthday, he gives you a replica of your favorite gargoyle he handcrafted himself. You're a very dear person to him, and he holds your opinions very high.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

At the start of your relationship, he's very stiff during any type of cuddling. The Fae has incredible strength, physically and magically. He's overly cautious when handling your much more frail in comparison form.

Once he gets over his fear, and learns to trust himself, he's a cuddlebug. Mentioned in 'Affection', Malleus enjoys being in constant contact with you. Cuddling is a way to relax and have yourself wrapped around him, being as close as possible. He enjoys you laying across his chest, getting to stroke your head and back, and in a way, it feels like he is protecting you from anything and everything the world can throw at you when you're in his arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Malleus does wish to marry you one day. You're the perfect partner for him, and he knows with time you can grow to be a wonderful leader beside him. Ideally, a child or 2 (or more) would be included.

Malleus is competent at cooking and cleaning, but he doesn't have to do it much. He was privileged enough to have attendants do those things for him growing up, but he is more than capable at cooking something for you two and keeping a tidy space.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It's hard to imagine Malleus choosing to get romantically involved with someone who isn't completely compatible with him. I kinda feel once he is romantically involved with someone, you are his forever. But let's imagine otherwise, for the sake of writing.

He would take you out for a stroll around the castle at night, enjoying your presence for one last time before he would grab ahold of your hands and turn to face you. With a heavy heart, he would confess how although he still adores you, he believes it to be best if you two were no longer romantically involved. He would likely still keep track of you through life, with how important of a person you were to him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Malleus is not the type of Fae who would enter a relationship if he didn't imagine the possibility of marriage one day. As the heir to the throne, it is encouraged he find a life partner one day. And incredibly enough, he's found you.

Once you two reach a stage of comfortable affection and mutual understanding, he imagines you're already bound for life. It would likely be a few years after that first moment together that you would marry, when he ascends the throne and is proud to have you beside him as his (queen/king).

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, Malleus is incredibly gentle with you. As stated before, he has incredible strength and fears hurting you, no matter how strong and durable you may be. Even with time, when his touches grow more confident, they're still very gentle. Malleus for all his power and wisdom, is gentle for you. Gentle with you.

Emotionally, he may have some hurdles as he's never been emotionally open with anyone before like this, but he still tries his best to be gentle. You may have to speak up if he is ever unintentionally harsh in his wording- and this usually comes from his isolated upbringing, never from a place of animosity.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Similar to 'Cuddles', Malleus loves having you in his arms. It's a way to feel like he can protect you from the world and its harshness. He also just enjoys holding you, embracing your form and breathing in your scent. His hugs are secure, but of course, gentle. He wraps his arms around you, and cradles your head into him. His chest, his neck, wherever you can comfortably reach. And if you're somehow even larger than he is, he would like to bury his head in your neck, but is worried about his horns.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You know his love for you long before he actually states it. He likely even needs assistance from Lilia to recognize the actual term for it before he tells you. He shows his love for you practically everyday, in both subtle and major ways. He always wishes to be with you, he shares his hobbies with you, he's always mindful of your state of being, checking in on you and how you're doing. He's affectionate with you, when he's usually a reserved person, and he finds solace with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Now in the beginning, Malleus is rather jealous. He's jealous when you spend time with others, wishing to spend and experience moments together. He's jealous when he hears your laughter across the hall, wishing to be the one bringing you such joy. He's jealous when you touch another person, even in the most innocent ways, wanting to be the one who feels your touch. He's very.. pouty when jealous, as his jealousy is a more innocent and pure form. He's not insecure, he just wishes to be the one experiencing these things with you instead of others. With time, he learns to control his silly jealousy, and grows confident in his status as your one and only.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

As most things are when involving Malleus, his kisses are often soft, but consuming. When he kisses you, it's easy to get lost in them, get lost in him. He will delicately press his lips to yours, tilting your head to the side as he cups your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. He merely loves kissing you. Placing a kiss to your forehead as you part ways for the day, or to your hand if you're in a crowded place. He kisses your neck when he's feeling a bit cheeky and wants a little more attention from you. He kisses your head often when you cuddle, merely getting the urge to press his lips to you and acting on it. In the same vein, he just enjoys getting kisses from you, but his favorite kiss is when you come up to him as he's sitting, sweeping aside the bangs covering his forehead and placing your soft lips to his scales that rest there. You pull away with a smile and gaze into his eyes, such warmth and love reflected in them he feels like he will combust.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Now as someone so reserved and elegant, Malleus can be awkward around the more rambunctious and energetic children. But those quiet ones? The ones who perhaps are off by themselves enjoying the peace, or are a little shy? He's a sight to behold. He will lower himself to their height with a small smile and speak to them in a soft voice. Asking them "what do you have there little one?", and "my, what a lovely spot you've found. Can I join you?" Somehow, he can make even the most shy child come out of their shell and watching their interaction makes you melt.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

While attending the College, you and Malleus may have completely different daily schedules, so mornings and nights are very dear to you two. You wake up to the ceaseless motion of a hand trailing along your back, Malleus waking you slowly and softly. He is almost always awake before you, as a Dragon Fae, he doesn't require as much sleep as others. You spend a serene few moments encased in each other's arms, enjoying the rays of light trailing in through the window before you have to separate and get ready for the day. He will try to walk you to your first destination, but if he cannot, he bestows upon you a sweet and tender kiss.

Once you move into the castle with him, not much changes. He still wakes you softly, wrapped up in his arms, but this time you two get to enjoy a cup of tea together, speaking about your plans for the day. If it's a day off or responsibilities are later in the day, you two will have some pastries with your tea and enjoy a slow morning before changing into appropriate attire and moving on to the dining room to have breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Regardless whether you're at the College, or the castle, nights are almost always the same. Its the biggest routine you establish within your relationship, spending nights together.

You two will go for a stroll, whether it be around the college, the castle, some ruins, or old architecture. You speak of your day if it was spent apart, or merely what comes to mind. Sharing worries, fears, or concerns to see the others opinion on a bothersome subject, eventually trailing off into a comfortable silence as you enjoy the brisk night air and stars twinkling in the sky.

On days when the weather is too chilly, you spend nights by the fire, cuddled up with a warm drink and reading or doing some simple paperwork. Malleus will always try his best to ensure you fall asleep beside the other, and very rarely has he ever broken his promise.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Most of what you learn about Malleus happens slowly, starting during the stages of your friendship. Malleus can be an open book for those he trusts, but it takes a lot to get there. Once you two take a more romantic turn, he will reveal things of his past that may not be entirely pleasant to remember. The loneliness, his fears, the pain of losing his parents, things that will tear your heart apart now- knowing what he's been through. Things he may hide from many others, or refuses to be vulnerable with anyone other than you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With all his years of life and being secluded, Malleus has gained incredible patience. He doesn't get frustrated or irritated easily. But the rare times he is angered? Its a terrifying sight. You can feel his anger as it's practically radiating off him. Green lightning flashes across the sky as thunder booms nearby. His words are sharp, voice strong, leaving no place for discussion. He has never been angry at you, hardly ever does he raise his voice at you. Only when he is very passionate about what he's saying will his voice grow louder, and often it is a pleasant thing to see. You're far too precious to Malleus for him to ever grow irate with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Malleus is the kind of lover who will remember the tiniest details about you. You're wearing a new perfume/cologne? You've changed how you style your hair? New cozy clothing item you practically live in? He's mentioning and complimenting it within seconds of seeing you. If you're out viewing shops, he will observe everything your eyes linger on and will buy it or something similar at a later date. He always listens intently when you're speaking, and if you mention even the slightest preference for something it's being saved in his memory forever.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Oh, there are so many moments Malleus remembers fondly. The first time he made you laugh so hard you practically crumbled over with tears in your eyes, the first time you laid your head upon his shoulder, when you invited him to spend time with you, your first embrace, first kiss.

But his favorite moment may have to be the time you both were spending time with Silver, Sebek, and Lilia at the dorm and Sebek was telling an obviously hyped up tale trying to impress Malleus and Lilia, whereas Silver was dozing off and Lilia was fondly watching on as you humored Sebek. He felt so complete. This little family was missing something before you, and now with you here, it's perfect.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Malleus is so very protective over you. Perhaps even a little excessively so. He hasn't had a lot in life he's treasured as much as you, and certainly nothing as frail, so he's a little extreme at times.

He hates to see any sort of harm come to you, he would heal a simple bruise in the beginning of your relationship, and Seven forbid anything made you bleed or cry.

He tries his best to shield you from the cruelty of the world, something he knows all too well. He thinks you're safest beside him-another reason he wishes to spend so much time with you, to protect you from everything. And if somehow he fails that, well, he'll fix it and do more in the future.

As one of the most powerful magi in the world, it's a little unnecessary to protect him. At least, that's what he thinks. You often try to protect him emotionally. You know he gets upset when he is forgotten, and when other students give him a wide berth. You try your best to invite him to school functions, and distract him from other students by getting him to focus on you, something that is very easy to do, with how much he loves you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates are often simple with you two. You consider your nightly strolls as a date of sorts. Merely enjoying one another's presence in solitude, getting to be affectionate without prying eyes.

Anniversaries, he tries to do something special if your schedules are willing. In the very least, he gifts you something extravagant that you've had your eye on.

For gifts, its been previously mentioned hes very attentive to what your likes are, and he enjoys giving you little things that remind you of his love.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A bad habit of his is how protective and cautious he is, especially in the beginning. It comes from a good place, but you often have to remind him you're not made of glass and won't break if he's a little more firm in his touches.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Malleus has to be well kept, due to his high status. He's not overly concerned, as he has a well refined and elegant style, and he has been gifted with gorgeous looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before he met you, he often felt something was missing, but was unaware of what that thing was. Once he befriended you, he knew you were someone important to him, and he felt a bit saddened when you spent long times apart. Now, as lovers, he knows he can't be without you. You've become so ingrained in his being, if he were to ever lose you, he would lose a part of himself. He hates to think of how long Dragon Fae lifespans can be compared to others. It's something he tries to push aside.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

You learned early on about Malleus' dislike for whole cakes from Lilia, and already knew by spending time with him that he likes ice cream. For a big celebration of his, you got him a mini ice cream cake. He was hesitant when you revealed the tiny cake, but it was adorable just how excited he got once he cut into it and discovered the ice cream, unaware that the delicacy existed. It was one of the first times you saw genuine elation from him, and you knew you were in deep.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner, he wouldn't like someone who is petty or seeks out sympathy. Being the heir to the throne, his partner will have to rule beside him, and you need to have a certain maturity to you. You will have eyes from around the world on you, and need to act a certain way. Malleus isn't expecting perfection from you, and he's very willing to help you grow into a person fit for the crown, but there are some personality traits that are very unattractive, and many that are childish and immature are turn offs.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Before you began to share a bed, he almost dreaded going to sleep. Although he may not need as much rest as most, it's very easy for him to get lost in his thoughts and dwell on unfavorable things as he tries to drift off to sleep. With you- he focuses instead on you. He absentmindedly trails his fingers along your spine as he soaks in your warmth, your scent. He focuses on your breathing and is able to eventually fall asleep to pleasant thoughts of you and your future together.

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