flotsamsoul

[flotsamsoul]

This is not what I was expecting to see on a Sunday.

[flotsamsoul]

DoXXXed

A/N: This commission is for an anonymous person. But they were okay with me posting it, as long as I didn't include their name. Please enjoy.

tags: Idia Shroud x fem!reader, sexual coercion, blackmail wc: 2k+

It was pitch black in your bedroom. The moon and stars were hidden behind dark clouds on the ink black sky. Grim was sleeping in another room, leaving you totally alone with only your phone and fears to keep you company. You sat up in bed, your knees pulled up to your chest. Your toes scrunched tight as your eyes widened at the screen. Your heart knocked against your ribcage. Your throat and mouth had gone bone dry. A number you didn’t know had sent you a link to a video and a message underneath. ‘Password; RamshackleSlut’. 

You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking as you opened the link and typed in the password to access the hidden video. Tears welled in your eyes and air caught in your throat. Your stomach wound up in a tight knot as you watched in terror. It was you. There was a view of your bed, occasionally changing angles to showcase your masturbating. Legs parted with a toy stuffed between them as you mewled and gasped in ecstasy.  

You thought you were going to throw up.  

Another message appeared and you swiftly exited the video. ‘lol’ was all it said. You tried calling the number, tears of frustration and embarrassment streaked down your cheeks as you sniffled. Making a weak attempt to stifle a sob as the robotic phone operator informed you that the caller you were attempting to reach was unavailable. You didn’t know what to do, or why this was happening to you.  

You were friendly with everyone on campus. At least friendly enough. You helped when you had time. You never caused trouble unless it was to clean up after Grim or Ace. You couldn’t recall making a single enemy. So why was this happening to you? Was it because you’re the only girl on campus? You felt a migraine developing as a text appeared. ‘icu reading my txts’ the messenger seemed annoyed by your lack of response.  

As if you sobbing and sniffling in both silence and confusion was an inconvenience to them. ‘video is getting posted tmmr nite’ ‘but’ ‘if u do wat i say i wont post it’ This person was going to blackmail you. Of course. You sniffled, shaky hands typed back as tears left your vision a smeared watercolor painting. ‘What do you want?’ you couldn’t think of anything clever to say in retaliation. Once you found out who this was, you would report them to Crowley and get them expelled. You took a screenshot of the chat, scowling to yourself as the bubble appeared, then vanished. This happened a few more times before a new string of texts popped up. 

‘lol u took a ss?’ ‘ur dumb asf’ ‘ill cu @ the school gate’ 

You sent a flurry of angry texts, but all of them went undelivered. The sender has blocked you. If you wanted actual answers you would have to go to the gate as they commanded. Your body felt shaken as you moved to stand. You slipped into a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and tucked your phone into your pocket. You wanted to take Grim along for backup, to have a witness and to have some form of protection against whoever this was.  

You left your room and peeked down the hall. Your hands became clammy as your heart pounded in your ears. With a small shake of your head, you turned away. Making the trip down the steps alone. You didn’t want to risk putting Grim in any danger. You would hate yourself if something happened to him. 

After drying any remaining tears with the base of your palms you left Ramshackle. Making your way down the long dirt path with your phone flashlight to guide you past the little stones and any hidden roots in the dirt that may cause you to stumble. Your mind was racing; your head was aching from the stress of the situation.  

You debated on texting Ace or Deuce what happened. Your steps slowing as you approached the Hall of Mirrors. The school gate was a little farther. What if it was one of them? Ace and Deuce are your closest friends. Maybe you pissed them off somehow and they conspired to ruin your life with revenge porn. What if they had other videos and incriminating photos of you? You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as you walked further. 

Ace and Deuce wouldn’t do this to you. They respect you enough as a person. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves this time as you walked through the dark. Keeping your phone pointed at the ground to illuminate the path. The large gate blended into the darkness, but you could see a figure standing there. And you knew immediately who it was.  

The flaming blue hair was tied up into a ponytail, and he wore a black baseball cap to obscure his face. He was wearing his navy-blue tracksuit and white running shoes. You felt bile building in your throat. Idia stood waiting with his foot tapping against the ground. Your distress was again, inconveniencing him. “Idia?” You called his name sadly, blinking away more tears as you sniffled a string of snot back.  

You didn’t understand. You got along well with Idia and Ortho both. You would bring Idia his homework, and he would pay you in pirated games and tuna for Grim. You sometimes came over to read manga or watch anime with him. He showed you his favorite idol group Premo and got you into their music. Ortho loved seeing the personality improvements in Idia and actively told you that he was grateful for you giving him a chance.  

Clearly that was all bullshit.  

“Took you long enough. Do you know how many rhythm game tracks I perfected while waiting on you?” He sounded annoyed as you tightened your fists, running up to him wanting to punch him as hard as you could. Your phone slipped from your fingers and bounced against the hard ground, cracking the screen in three different places.  

Idia was much stronger than most people thought; including you. Messing around with heavy machines all the time gave him a little more of an advantage over you. Your fist connected with his chest, but he shoved you to the ground with ease. Pain shot up your shoulder and you slowly sat up. “What’s up with you?” Idia stood over you now, a sharp tooth smile flashed on his face as he grossed his arms over his chest. You could tell your punch did enough damage to leave him cradling the spot. “Throwing a tantrum now? Lame...” He teased with an airy snicker. “That won’t solve shit... And punching me is just going to piss me off.” Idia warned as you rested on your knees now. Looking up at him with scornful eyes. “Even if you do try to beat me up; I still have that video of you.” He reminded you as you sat in a defeated silence.  

“You just have to do something for me, and I won’t post it and forward it to everyone on the island.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and showed it to you. There was the video again, and he had graciously turned up the volume. Your moans poured out of the tiny speakers, your hips rocked against the toy as your face burned with disgust. Yes, it was you. Yes, you masturbated. But now you were sure you would never touch yourself ever again. 

“Well... What do you want..?” You had a feeling you knew, but you didn’t want to make any suggestions first. Idia swiped his thumb against the screen. It was another video of you. And your heart sank into your stomach. You went pale and you nearly fainted as you watched in horror as you awkwardly sucked and licked your toy. Prepping it to go inside of you. “This is what I want. You look so eager in the video.” He sounded amused as the color continued to drain from your face.  

You couldn’t do that. “You have-”  “I have lots of videos. Don’t feel flattered or anything it was easy to get into Ramshackle that’s all. And you’re the only girl I have access to.” He shrugged with a sigh passing his dark blue lips. “Our agreement will get the first video deleted. Eventually I’ll delete the others.” He zoomed out to show you that he had stored a large collection of photos and videos of you. You had no choice.  

Just because he was showing you the evidence on his phone you knew he already had a ton of backups prepared. You nodded slowly, your shoulders sagging as you sat kneeled in front of him. The faster this ended the faster you could go back and search for the cameras in your room. You could take them to Crowley and get Idia in trouble for doing this to you. You would tell everyone what happened, and they would believe you. Why wouldn’t they? 

You whispered a soft ‘okay’ under your breath and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants. Grimacing in disgust as he quickly grabbed the back of your head. “Don’t bite me.” He warned through a sigh as you glanced around in the dark. You thought about it. “I won’t.” You grumbled. The scent of his skin was oddly clean. He smelled of fresh bar soap and a lingering hint of sweat.  

You struggled to avoid pressing your lips against his brief covered crotch. His hand pressed your face closer as he urged you to continue. You awkwardly tugged at his underwear, feeling his semi hard cock twitch under your ghosting breath. “Hurry up.” Idia growled as you clenched your teeth. His nails were digging into your scalp now as his cock sprung free. It twitched against your lips, and you flinched at the taste of his clean skin. You wished that he was grosser. You wished that the taste would make you gag, you wished that there was a putrid stench collecting around his pubes.  

There was none of that. And you hated it. You gasped as Idia clicked his tongue and suddenly shoved your parted lips around his shaft. Now you were gagging. Spit coated his cock as your throat violently constricted. You clawed at his thighs as Idia held your head in place, thrusting into your mouth his erratic movements. The mushroomy tip of his cock tapped roughly against the back of your throat as you struggled to breathe. Your eyes watered and you tried to push Idia away. Idia was humping your face now, grinding against your face as his dick rubbed against the soft flesh of your tongue. Drool was rolling down your chin. 

“Stop it, don’t move.” He grunted as his other hand slapped at the side of your face. The harsh sting against your face made you yelp. “Just take it.” He whined as your face tenses. He slapped you again, and again, and again. Your face felt swollen as you looked up at Idia. Your eyes were apologetic; even though you had nothing to be sorry for. Your nose was shoved into the wiry hairs of his deep blue pubes. There was a pulse against your tongue, the stringy and sticky cum began to coat the back of your throat.  

You squeezed your eyes shut in disgust as he held you in place, rutting into your mouth a few more times before pulling back with a lewd wet sound. His cock smeared the remaining salty fluids against your cheek. The tears returned and rolled down your cheeks. You could feel Idia staring down at you in amusement, and your looked up in shock when you saw the camera lense flash on his phone.  

It caught your expression and your mouth shiny with his cum. “No-” You wailed as he grabbed your head again. Shoving you back as he tucked his phone into his pocket. The aftertaste of his sperm coated your tongue, and you felt an intense wave of anxiety washing over you. “I’ll delete the first video. But you’ll have to work for the rest.”  

[flotsamsoul]

L'appel Du Vide

ch. i - ch. ii - ch. iii - you are here! - ch. v - ch. vi - ch. vii - ch. viii - ch. ix - ch. x

A/N: I’m back. I am having fun again. I want to leave you in a state of confusion. Conflicting feelings on personal morals. Something like that. Also, I have made a friend who speaks fluent French. So, I hope to have made my writing more accurate. Please enjoy.

tags: Rook Hunt x fem!reader, animals on display, mentions of menstruation wc: 5.3k+

You left the towel pooled around your ankles. You patted a new nicotine patch on your upper left arm and pulled a large, baby blue sweatshirt with the word ‘EESOME’ printed in a darker shade of blue over your head. Next you stepped into a new pair of panties, a red pair of soft cotton briefs that hugged your hips perfectly. You refused to wear what was laid out on the bed. You rolled your eyes with a small scoff passing your lips. The offering was folded up and tucked into one of the drawers. 

Rook had left you a little negligee. Made with a pale green chiffon and cream lace accents. Completely see through, paired with a forest green thong. You didn’t like the little white heart on the crotch. Or the idea of your nipples and everything below your waist being visible through the flimsy fabric. It didn’t matter if you were alone for the unforeseeable future, it was obviously perverted. Even without knowing your captors' direct intentions behind these purchases.  

You are not his doll. And you didn’t plan to be. 

You closed the heavy wooden drawer and looked around the new space to finally take everything in. Rook mentioned something about cleaning; this must be what he was talking about. The bedroom was a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Instead of the warmth and lived in look, the new room looked like something straight out of an 18th century picture book. It’s both vintage and soft. Almost princessy in decor and design. Like something you would see inside of an old dollhouse or an oil painting.  

When you looked up, you could see yourself. There was a large portion of the ceiling dedicated to the reflective glass. In the center was a large chandelier made of crystal. Shimmering and still as you admired it in silence. The walls were adorned in floral wallpaper. A soft shade of cream with pink roses and faded green leaves. Upon closer inspection you could see little white hearts in a neat, uniform pattern on the paper. On each wall above your head were beautiful looking lamps keeping the room well-lit when night arrived. They looked like the black iron chandeliers in the rest of the house. Holding the yellow roses with bulbs nestled in their petals.  

The floors were the same dark, shiny wood. Cool under your feet until you stood on a fluffy white rug covering most of the area. There was a cove was built into the wall near the door. On a small platform with a spacious king sized. You even had cute little stairs to assist you in climbing under the soft, baby pink blankets and among the downy soft, satin case pillows. You were in awe at the large and heavy milk colored curtains that were parted with satin gold ropes fixed to the wall. The curtains were thick, promising to block out the light as you slept and giving you privacy from any prying eyes.  

You had a vanity that was painted white and empty of products. Except for the nicotine patches Rook had been supplying you with. Sitting in front of it was a matching wooden chair with a pink cushion. You had a large wooden dresser across from the bed. It looked like a rectangular treasure chest with four large drawers. All of them contained clothes in different styles. You checked the tags and everything was in your size. You didn’t care to find out how he got your exact measurements. 

There were dried flowers, a tube TV with a VCR on top of it, and a little letter rested on the corner of the wooden dresser. To the left was a set of shelves carved into the wall lined with coloring books, more language studying materials, VHS tapes, and even just normal books like ones you would see Rook reading. In the corner between your dresser and bookshelf was a tall glass case with ceramic animals and women in dresses inside. All in different sizes and colors.  

But what captivated you most was the window. 

To the right of the TV, between the dresser and your vanity was a large window with sheer white curtains. Giving you a view of the world outside. You made your way over to the glass, shoving aside the flimsy fabric and you pressed your hand against the glass. It was cold, almost freezing as you stared into a dark forest scenery.  

Just trees, grass, and the occasional bird. You didn’t hear any cars or people. Just the faint sound of branches swaying in the wind and occasional chirp. You wasted no time trying to slide the window open. Using all the strength you could muster to force it up. But it wouldn’t move. Not even a shudder from the glass panes as you huffed for air, flinching at the ache in your wrists, ankles and knees. Your hands folded into fists as you let out a frustrated groan. Refraining from punching the glass or wood paneling in fear of hurting yourself and agitating the aches you already had.  

At least the room was nice. Very nice. Leagues better than the basement.  

Considering you’re his captive, it was jarring. You expected a cement room and a bucket. A dog cage or a sex torture chamber. This was just weird. Like he was genuinely trying to domesticate and house you. You had no idea what he did for work. What his ‘errands’ were or what he did during his outings. Why he always smelled like soil. Why he came back with extremely fresh meat to feed you. Or why he chose you out of everyone that passed his room in the hospital. Rook doesn’t hit you. He feeds you three times a day. You get ‘treats’ from him when he came down to see you in the basement. You finally earned bathing and bedroom privileges. It was bizarre. It felt beyond comprehension.  

It was starting to feel less and less like a nightmare. It was more like a distant, fuzzy dream. Without your captor and no longer being stuck in the basement, it was like something out of a movie. The current positives were that you could comfortably watch a VHS tape or read a book without a single worry. No bills. No work. No responsibility. You could eat and sleep and enjoy peace and quiet. The negatives however, now outweighed everything else. You were locked in this room. You had no free will or say so. All the things you ate were chosen for you. Your clothes and sources of entertainment were provided without your input. And you had no idea if Rook was coming back with a sharpened axe so he could chop you up and eat you. Your family and co-workers had no idea what happened to you. You had no contact with the outside world. And you didn’t know what the future held at all. 

Every freedom you once knew has been snatched away. As much anxiety as it caused to be reminded that you are a victim, there was nothing that could be done right now. You needed more information on where you were. If you could access a phone. Or even if Rook was willing to talk things out enough to let you go free. But that would have to wait. He wasn’t even here. And you had no idea when and if he was coming back. 

As your hair dried, you walked around the new bedroom. Taking in the area again as you observed the wallpaper closely. Looking among the books and lamenting your crayons abandoned in the basement. Scanning over the vast collection of VHS tapes with a glide of your finger against each of the plastic spines.  

You chose one to watch. You recognized the cartoon character TinTin. It was about him visiting a pharaohs tomb. You knew the movie would be in French, but at least it would keep you company in the silence of the house. You turned on the tube TV, awkwardly fussing with the VCR before getting it to turn on. With some button pressing and remote searching, the movie began to play with a small round of old ads first. You noticed the letter again. 

You picked it up and looked it over with a small frown. The letter was from Rook, addressed to ‘mon lapin’ written in gold ink and stamped shut with a pink wax seal. The imprint was of a chess piece, but not the rook. It was the queen. Climbing the short set of wooden stairs, you finally crawled into bed with both the remote and your message from Rook. The sensation was immaculate. The mattress was soft, allowing you to sink and sigh with comfort as you rested against the pillows and cozied yourself under the blankets.  

You popped open the pale white envelope, inhaling the scent of fresh earth. You had grown fond of the smell you never thought you would miss. The page folded neatly inside was a light pink stationary. Very delicate as you unfolded the paper and looked at Rook’s message. You thought his handwriting was pretty. Even if he is crazy. The swirls of black ink were almost charming enough to make you smile. 

‘Mon Lapin,’   ‘When this letter reaches you, I will already be on an errand. I hope you enjoy your bedroom I have prepared. This will be your home for a while. You must be displeased with me, yes? My intuition is something I am proud of. I am heartbroken over keeping you in the cellar. But the room had not yet been finished. I was off schedule. So, find it in your heart to forgive moi? There are many things to entertain yourself with now that you have a bedroom. I know you will not miss me. But I will miss you. I do every day that I leave you behind in our home. Please wait for me, mon lapin... I will always reward good behavior.’  ‘Love, Votre Chasseur’ 

Of course, you are the rabbit, and he is the hunter. The usage of ‘our’ home left your eyebrows creasing. This is his home. You are a temporary guest. You turned the pink paper over in your hands, your shoulders sagged. You wanted to crush the paper in your hands and toss it to the floor. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Instead, after inspecting it, you folded up the note and returned it to its envelope.  

You exhaled a feeling frustration and tucked the letter under your pillow. Refusing to get out of the soft bed. You didn’t understand Rook’s intentions at all. But there was only so much you could do now. You turned your head and trained your eyes on the tube TV across from you. Admiring the cartoon film of TinTin freely exploring the world and its many wonders. You blinked slowly, thinking about the note. Thinking about Rook... Listening to TinTin and the cheerful music of the TV... Watching the trees sway behind the sheer white curtain... Thinking about the world beyond the window that won’t open... It was peaceful. And yet so dreadful.  

You didn’t recall falling asleep.  

There was a knock at the door and the familiar call for Rook’s ‘mon lapin’ to respond. You gasped in shock, lifting your head to look around the room. Grimacing at the ache in your head from the sudden jolt. The movie had ended, leaving you with an empty blue screen. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. The sun brightened the room causing it to appear warmer and much more welcoming than before. You had no clock, so you couldn’t tell what time it was. 

You shucked the blankets off your body. Crawling around and stepping onto the small wooden staircase. “Coming...” You called out tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as your opposite grabbed the brass knob and turned. The door opened. Now you were officially awake.  

Your brows knit in confusion as you slowly pulled open the door to hear the faint ringing of a bell. You remembered hearing it before. The scent of soil clung to Rook as he stood before you. His hands behind his back and his short blond hair pulled into a ponytail. He was wearing a tight blue long sleeved shirt and black cargo pants. He was wearing his bunny slippers, which gave an amusing contrast to his appearance. “I had gotten back from errands.” He smiled; the corners of his eyes creased as you hovered near the crack in the door with a frown. “I go to let you out, but I did not want to disturb you. So, I let you rest a longer.” The exchange was odd. Too casual. Too familiar. Like you had gone from Rook’s pet he kept under the floorboards to his roommate. “You came in?” You asked with difficulty hiding your disgust. 

Your hand began tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt when you silently realized you didn’t have pants on. You knew Rook was weird. You could only imagine him staring at you while you slept before eventually leaving. “Non, this is your room.” He was still smiling as he shook his head. His short ponytail danced with the slow rotation of his skull. “I will come in only if you allow me.” Rook explained as you soaked in a new piece of info. Your eyes fluttering in bewilderment. This house has a boundary that Rook cannot cross without your say so. But he also has the power to lock you in said boundary. This was good. But this could also be very bad.  

“Come, it is lunch time. You rest after you eat.” He stepped away from the door and waited for you to join him in the hall. You could take the chance to run. You shove past him and run to find a door. You hesitated before nudging the door shut. “Hang on.” You called out and made your way to the dresser, fishing out a modest pair of dark blue flannel pants. You didn’t want to share too much skin around Rook. Even if he did watch you bathe, you didn’t like the feeling of being exposed.  

You returned to the door; Rook was standing there with his hands still behind his back. He was smiling with a soft tomato red blooming on his usually pale cheeks. “The color of your-”  “Stop.” You held up a hand, covering your face with the other one. You didn’t need him to comment on your body. “I took a nap. I was drowsy.” You had no intentions behind answering the door semi-exposed. It was an accident. You stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut with a sigh. You glanced down to see a deadbolt at the bottom of the door. “The room is nice.” You commented as you cast your gaze at the blond. He looked surprised by the compliment. Moreso your approval of the room. 

“It’s girly, did you decorate it?” You asked as his empty eyes scanned over your face. Likely looking for signs of a scheme. But you did want to know. “... Oui... I decorated.” He looked bashful as he smiled to himself. “My cleaning, eh, was the room. Filled with dust. Nothing but old furniture. Non chic I cleaned.” He explained to the best of his ability. His accent thick in some areas but you understood him enough.  

One of his hands came out from behind his back. He grabbed your wrist gently in his larger hand. You could feel the rough callouses against your skin. You flinched; the bruises and skin still tender from the rope that rubbed it raw and sore. “That is your room now. You will sleep there.” He beamed as his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand where the brownish purple was absent. “No more basement. Je vous promets.” Rook’s tone was caramelized as you felt his grip suddenly tighten and become uncomfortable. A sign of the strength he kept hidden from you.  

You tried to jerk your wrist free from his grasp. But you were met with a cold click of metal. Now digging into your flesh with an additional pound of weight instead of a calloused hand. There was a lengthy chain attaching your cuff to Rook’s.  

You stared at your bound wrists in horror as the blond began to walk down the hall. “Come, we eat lunch together. As always.” Rook sang without looking back at you. The blond knew that you had no choice but to follow close behind. And you were certain Rook was strong enough to yank your arm from the socket if you refused to walk. “Handcuffs are a bit much..?” You made an awkward attempt to sound amused. On a positive note; this was a good chance to get a layout of Rook’s house. Going from your new bedroom and seeing potential exits. 

“I take, eh, caution.” You could hear him chuckle as you looked at the walls, the ceiling, looked for doors, and listened and took note of the squeaky parts of the floor. “But you don’t have to handcuff me. I’m not strong enough to get past you.” You tried to give reality to the situation. Rook could scoop you up no problem and carry you up a flight of stairs and through his house with no signs of fatigue. Rook would have no trouble intercepting an attempted escape. Unless there was something you didn’t know? “Caution.” He reminded you in a sing song tone. You huffed and looked away in response. 

The two of you finally entered the dining room. It was a little cove that separated you from the rest of the home via archway. High above your head, decorating the four walls surrounding the space are animal heads mounted. A lion with a dark colored mane and a gash through its left eye, a hyena with huge teeth mid laugh, a white wolf glaring at the kitchen entrance, and many more unfortunate beasts who had met Rook at the wrong time. There were birds mounted in acrylic cases, insects framed on pinboards. There is beauty in death, sure, but it was morbid. You didn’t like the sight of the animals being displayed.  

Especially in a place you were expected to eat in. The rectangular window where the sunlight had pooled in caught your gaze. The curtains were a pale cream color and parted just enough for the natural light to beckon you closer. And you would have jumped on the chance if you weren’t handcuffed to Rook. The table in front of you was small and square with a deep, red cloth draped over the dark colored wood. It was big enough for two people, you and Rook of course. He had already laid out the plates and placed the glasses of water on little cork coasters. The wine-colored tablecloth was splashed with an assortment of saturated colors.  

Your stomach growled at the sight and scent. You were hungry. The wooden chairs had intricate flower carvings in the backrest. You sat when Rook waved a hand for you to do so. Thanking the bright yellow, linen and polyester cushion that saved you from the harsh wooden seat. The angle gave you a glimpse of vintage looking black and white tiled floors. Divided by a thin, gold transition strip and another archway behind Rook. You would likely have the chance to see the kitchen if you kept up with good behaviors. 

There was enough length in the chain to allow you both to sit comfortably across from one another. But that was it. If you tried to push your chair back, there would be resistance in the chain, it was the same for Rook. Even if it was comfortably physically, you had a looming claustrophobia. Being chained to Rook with an even clearer visual.  

You would have to follow his lead until you had the privilege to go without the cuffs. For now, you just stared quietly at the plates. Other than your tall glass of water, you were given a small salad of kale and sliced carrots, the orange vegetables were sliced neatly into heart shapes. You had a small soup bowl with a gold-colored broth and little green flakes swimming around inside. And main dish looked and smelled like curry, not too spicy, not too sweet. It was served in a hollowed-out bread bowl, and you would eat it with a fork. 

The situation you were in wouldn’t allow you to be picky. Everything was clearly edible. At least in the past Rook always showed you he had no intent to poison you. “Bunny Chow.” Rook smiled, watching your eyes rip away from the food and up at him. “I became fond of it after a holiday.” Rook explained as you looked at the eating utensils now. “I see...” Rook has a sense of humor.  

But you didn’t think the joke was very funny. “It is not poison.” The blond looked cheerful and used his uncuffed hand to motion to the food, but you remained hesitant. It wasn’t that you were afraid of eating; You had gotten used to the blond feeding you. The ability to hold a fork felt alien in your fingers as you awkwardly tried to readjust to the sensation. To once again normalize something you had done for years. You felt embarrassed.  

“Would you like me to feed you, mon lapin?” The question sounded genuine as Rook leaned in. This task is basic. Something everyone learned before entering school. You didn’t like the feeling of his eyes studying your discomfort. How it felt like Rook was committing this scenario to memory. If you fumbled the fork in your hand a little more, you would get accustomed to the feeling again.  

However, if you continued the tradition of letting the man feed you... Giving Rook that feeling of control over you... You could gain more trust between you. It’s not that you truly wanted his help. You understood that expressing your desire for independence could make things harder in the long run. All you had to do was be patient.  

You finally nodded with another sigh passing your lips. “I would appreciate it.” You murmured, unable to look at Rook as he let out an amused sound. A hum that vibrated through his core. “J'aime ton impuissance.” He spoke sweetly, like the phrase was intended as a compliment. You didn’t know what he was saying. But clearly, he was happy with your response.  

Your eyes darted up to watch his expression. He grabbed the fork beside him. The table was small so reaching over to poke at the salad in front of you took little effort. Rook looked happy. The usual lifelessness in his eyes melted away, and there was a spark of light. “Ça me rend fou.” The glimmer stayed as you parted your lips with zero resistance. Allowing Rook to feed you a forkful of kale and sliced carrots.  

You ate slowly, feeling disenchanted by the dreamy expression on his face. It was the look of someone in love. A deep longing, filled with admiration. “What does that mean? What you said?” You asked after you swallowed. Your cuffed hand rested on the tables surface. You finally broke away to look at your plate as Rook stabbed at the salad again. “Hm? Ah, I was only complimenting.” He beamed sweetly, allowing you to part your lips again and accept the vegetables. “Docile.” Your teeth scraped against the fork. Your eyebrow twitched in disgust. “When you are not disagreeing, I am happy.” His accent was thick in some areas, but you understood enough of what he was saying. 

He liked when you did what he asked. You didn’t cause him any trouble, for the most part. You didn’t like the term ‘docile’. “Saying docile is insane considering I’m a person-”  “You are not human to me.” The way Rook said it made your stomach flip. You stopped chewing as your eyes darted from your salad and to him. He leaned back against his chair. His jaw tightened before he relaxed his face. Smiling again with a slow rise of his chest that caused his muscles to visibly flex. He twirled the fork in his fingers, spinning it around as you remained completely still. “I keep you because... Well, does not matter today.” The blond shook his head. Rook sat up again, pointing at your plate with the steel end of the fork. 

“Eat. Or you starve.” He instructed. But you had lost your appetite. “Rabbits usually eat two times in the day. But you are big, so I feed you when I eat.” He gently pinched your arm with his free hand as you started to chew again. Was he suggesting that you were fat? Or was he just saying you’re bigger than an actual rabbit? If the first? Ouch. If the latter? That would contradict him saying he doesn’t see you as a person. Unless he meant it literally.  

“So, I only get salad?” You asked trying to lighten the mood. You still felt shaken by Rook declaring that he sees you as an animal. After this you could curl up in bed and be alone. You could process everything going on until you had dinner tonight. “… What do you eat?” Rook sounded curious. It took you a moment to process his question as you tilted your head. “What do I eat..? Oh, like... What do I usually eat?” Rook nodded as he gave you the final part of your salad. You weren’t expecting him to ask you this. 

You were prepared to eat whatever he fed you. “Um… Just whatever I have, I guess? … Cheesy toast? … Fast food...” You ate a variety of things. Whatever you could afford since you lived alone. Sometimes you ate popcorn and daydreams, sometimes you had loaded fries smothered in cheese and as many toppings as possible.  

“You want to eat egg for dinner? Tonight? I will give you Oeuf Cocotte. And your cheesy toast. You can eat with your hands.” He offered and motioned to your soup. You could drink it on your own. You held the small ceramic bowl in your hands and drank slowly. The broth was smooth and warm, it had the hint of chicken, primarily steeped vegetables. You hadn’t had cheesy toast since you’ve been here. You finished and set the bowl on the side, reaching for your glass of water with a small nod.  

“Sounds good.” Talking to Rook felt strange. This was the longest you’ve spoken with him. You always had a million questions when you were alone, but being confronted with his physical presence made your mind blank. “I will make tonight.” He promised and you noticed something odd. His salad was gone. And his soup bowl was empty. Your brows creased and your captor noticed. “I eat quickly.” He chuckled and you nodded slowly in understanding.  

Last on your plate was the bread bowl. “I think I can eat by myself.” You told Rook, awkwardly grabbing your fork again and moving it among your digits to decide on placement. He chuckled, and watched you try to hold the fork again. “Charming, mon lapin.” He cooed, but it sounded more like he was pitying your attempt. Like watching a fawn struggle to stand for the first time. Once you got the hang of it, you tasted the curry.  

Even though the dish was called bunny chow, the meat wasn’t rabbit. It tasted like lamb. The spices were rich, and everything melted and blended perfectly in your mouth. “Is there anything you would like?” The blond asked, his hands folded and his smile bright. The conversation and questions must have served as enrichment for him. How sickening. You wanted to say ‘to go home’ as your answer. But you knew that would be laughed off.  

“What do you mean?” You asked as you shoveled more curry into your mouth. “I am going on an errand today. After lunch. I get it for you. Those things?” He explained to the best of his ability, and you nodded. Slowly chewing and swallowing as you looked around in thought. “Some tape. And stationary stuff.” You poked at your bread bowl with a frown. “Oui?” You nodded. “One of my crayons broke. I want to tape it together.” You didn’t want your hero to die so soon. 

In your soap opera, the red crayon would whisk your self insert away and you would get a happy ending. “... You must tape it? Why not use the broken pieces?” Rook asked sounding interested. You didn’t want to tell him about your crayon theater. “Can you get me some tape or not?” The attitude came from left field, but you chalked it up to being under stress. To being hungry. To being forced into captivity by a stranger. 

Rook raised his eyebrows, seemingly amused by your outburst. “Quand est-ce que tes règles commencent-t-elles?” He asked before waving a hand. “You are... Woman.” He gestured to you with his free hand. “Is that time? Why you are behaving this way?” He asked as your brows creased, and then it clicked. Your face went hot, and you looked away from Rook with disgust. “Don’t ask me that.” That topic was none of his business.  

He already wiped you against your will, you refused to tell him about your cycles. “Non, it is natural. I will get what you need. I am not prying.” He tried to assure you, but the conversation was again killing your appetite. You knew you were going to be ovulating. Now that you had a bedroom with privacy you were free to do what you wanted. Almost. But you didn’t want Rook knowing about the way your body worked. It was creepy. He watched you bathe; he wiped you when you went to the bathroom, and who knows what he did when he transported you from your apartment to his basement.  

“I will get everything then.” The blond wasn’t planning to drop the subject. When lunch was finished, Rook walked you back to your room. He gave you another glass of water and allowed you to use the bathroom before he locked your door. Of course, you had to piss with him standing next to you. But he was generous enough to cover his ears and turn so his back faced you.  

You just prayed to whatever force was listening that you would get out of here soon. You now stood in front of the bedroom door. Rook opened the door for you and fished out a key from his pocket. The bell rang in the distance. “I will be back, and I will come and get you for dinner-”   “Rook?” You said his name as he removed the cuff from your wrist. The bruising looked worse. You winced at the sight as his empty eyes scanned your face. “What was that noise?” The bell was something you heard every time the door opened and closed. “What noise?” He continued staring as you reached for the doorhandle and pulled it shut. The bell rang again. Somewhere in the house was a bell. “That noise.” You asked, trying to sound firm as a tension began to build between you and Rook.  

An oppressive sensation. Like you shouldn’t have acknowledged the bell at all. He reached towards the door; his calloused fingers brushed against yours as he opened the door again. The bell rang. “That noise?” It was like he was mocking you. Your mouth felt cotton dry as your eyes locked. You were grossed out by his lifeless eyes, they never saw you. Just through you. Like you were one of his many pinboard insects ready to be dismantled and dissected. 

“Caution.” Was all he said before he nudged you into your new room. His hand pressing firmly against your back. “I bring your crayons.” You nodded and looked back at him. “Thanks.” Is the only word you could muster, before letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

[flotsamsoul]

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Leona Kingscholar

Most Searched: Sloppy Oral Sluts

Basic, I know. But Leona doesn't need a feature film to stroke to. Leona isn't a prude when it comes to what he likes but this isn't something he wants to talk about either. Even though it's just oral.

I think he prefers receiving oral opposed to giving. He likes watching deep throating, cum swallowing, snow balling too if he's feeling nasty. The thought of you looking up at him and sucking his dick is all he really needs to finish. Your soft tongue rubbing against the sensitive underside- Oh yeah it's so over.

However, the tag he searches is oral. Which means all oral is on the table for him. He does prefer receiving but he likes giving too. Watching videos of rimjobs and pussy eating, sucking dick once again... There's something about oral fixation that he really likes.

Hearing the sub moan and cry in the videos makes him just as excited as watching a blowjob pov and facial finish. Oral needs such little effort too. He just has to lay back and let you enjoy tasting his cock. Or if the mood is right you can go ahead and ride his face.

And sit down all the way, don't hover. He hates when you hover. Let him enjoy you the way you enjoy him.

Ruggie Bucchi

Most Searched: Hyena Guys On Top

My views on Ruggie are very specific when it comes to smut or things like this. I don't think he would be shy about porn since "Everyone watches it." But I don't think he would ever admit what he looks up. Unless you pay him... Ruggie definetly started with old magazines he found in the trash or stole from the store (they're outdated and max 2.50 USD) but he treasures them. Even now they are hidden under his mattress back at home. And society is advanced, so he uses his phone and the wonders of the internet.

A lot of mammal Beastmen experience a female dominated society, which is great! But in some situations it can feel emasculating. Ruggie already works as Leona's errand boy so I think he likes watching porn where male hyenas will top or are more dominant than their partner. Since male hyenas are smaller than the females.

Hyena's don't mate for life either so I think Ruggie probably has had... Maybe a girlfriend/boyfriend? A girl friend/boy friend? Or at least someone in the past that he's slept with for fun. Trying things out for the first time to see how it goes.

He will watch threesomes or gangbangs if he's in the right mood. I think he prefers the traditional one on one for sex. Ruggie likes hyena beastmen x humans videos the most. But he can do hyena x other beastmen I just don't think he looks for hyena x hyena when he watches porn. He's seen hyena's and bird beastmen getting it on, he's seen hyena's giving cute humans a fun anatomy lesson, he's seen hyena's experiencing the slippery world of mermen and more...

Of course just because his meat likes it doesn't mean it will translate to what he wants in a partner. That's why he believes in variety. I am of the belief that he does want to have some kind of power in bed since he has so little in his day to day life.

Jack Howl

Most Searched: Fun Sized Fuck Toys

Even though the tag is vulgar on its own I see it as Jack is very aware of his size. And it makes his animal brain go a little crazy. He wouldn't outright admit to liking or watching porn but he will go quiet... Like a silent yes because he is embarrassed. Even though a lot of people watch porn and its a pretty normal thing to do.

I think he discovered it on accident. Jack is pretty plain vanilla in the first place. He likes a lot of amateur porn and wedding night/honeymoon sex videos. Wolves mate for life so he can't really watch fake sex.

He does like height difference in porn, seeing how much prep goes into taking whatever is given to the sub. I think for a bonus he would watch overflow? Usually they're dildos/fuck machines and they have monster designs (tentacles, werewolves, ect.) and seeing how the faceless actor/actress will slip a condom onto the toy and having it fill the condom so much it still leaks out... Ah it's exciting.

Of course it's unrealistic but when you're horny you aren't thinking about that. Jack does cum a lot since he usually holds back and avoids masturbating if he can. Seeing lots of cum and seeing a hole stretch makes him want to claw at his pillows and blankets.

It also makes it easier for him to self insert you and him into the fantasy. I don't think he would tell you straight up that he likes size difference but there will be signs when he mumbles under his breath how big his cock looks resting against your aching hole.

[flotsamsoul]

Floyd I'm gonna get a girlboner oml

Absy excuse my notes I love Floyd Leech

Smut Alphabet - Floyd Leech

A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You don’t have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.

A - Aftercare = (what they're like after sex)

Floyd isn't focused on aftercare. It's part of his merman brain it never occurs to him once you finished having sex. He will reach into his snack stash to feed you something. He is making sure you're okay and alive but it's bare minimum care depending on his mood.

He likes to cuddle. He wants to be close and hold you because he does love you. But if you want to get cleaned up and if you need more from him, you have to speak up. He doesn't do it without prompt.

B - Body Part = (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

Floyd's favorite part of himself would be his hands. He likes to grab you and hold you. He loves skinship so being able to touch you makes him happy. His hands are bigger than yours and he has slender fingers. He hopes you like his hands too.

Do not look at me like I am nuts because I am right even if you don't want to admit it. But Floyd loves your feet. He thinks your toes are cute and as a merman he has such limited interaction with humans in the first place. He loves shoes too and he likes having legs. So when you wear sandals and paint your toes or even if you kick him for whatever reason he does like it. He does think you have nice feet.

C - Cum = (anything to do with cum basically)

Floyd doesn't believe in condoms he thinks they're pointless. A waste of time and money. In a human form his sperm/milt(?) doesn't function the way it would as when he's an eel. Mating is where he wraps his slimy body around you to lay over 10k eggs and then you release them into the sea. But if you're human that can be... Pretty difficult to do...

Floyd is of the belief that there is no reason for you to wear a condom. The moment his sperm touches the air it'll die. And it can't grow inside of you anyways. You're safe.

His cum has a very nice off white color. Floyd eats a lot of junk so the taste is salty and a little bitter. Not very pleasant to taste. It’s a little sticky and it clings to your skin. Overall… It’s not something you would be begging to drink…

D - Dirty Secret = (a dirty secret of theirs)

Floyd loves to play with his food. He doesn't want to make you afraid of him; but he does like when you look afraid. Seeing you squirm and cry and whine makes him even more excited. Sometimes he'll pinch you or sink his teeth into your skin a little harder so you wince or complain. Sometimes you leave his bed looking like you were mauled. He likes it that way.

Again, he doesn't want you to be afraid of him, but he can't help but love the way you look terrified. Shrimp and moray eels have a symbiotic relationship. So make sure you entertain him once in a while.

E - Experience = (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Floyd has had maybe one or two flings. Nothing serious and he doesn't remember their names or faces. He always takes control of what he wants and he gets bored easily. So he knows what he's doing but he loves experimenting with you. Trying new things keeps him entertained, and he loves the look on your face when he gets to surprise you!

F - Favorite Position = (exactly what it says)

Floyd is a big fan of prone bone. Flattening you against the bed to move in and out of you. It's the closest he gets (in his human form) to natural mating. He can't wrap his body around yours as a human. And the position is very intimate he likes feeling your skin against his and he likes biting at your throat and your shoulders.

G - Goofy = (are they more serious in the moment? are they more humorous?)

He's such an unpredictable person. Either he's singing a freaky TikTok song in your ear or he's not at all in the mood to crack smiles. Somedays it's a 0 to 100 flip. One moment he's shoving your head into the bed telling you how good he feels, the next moment he's making race car noises... Just try to see if you can catch a pattern.

H - Hair = (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Because he is a merman he is relatively smooth in human form. At the base is a wispy patch of teal hairs and a few darker grey strands. They're pretty soft since his body is more cosmetic. He is a merman not a human, and even though he has nipples that doesn't mean they have nerves or functionality.

I - Intimacy = (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?)

Usually sex for Floyd is carnal hunger. Lust and romance are something he doesn’t combine. He knows when he feels sexual arousal it’s not always from a place of heart but his cock just aches because your ass looks good. There are times where he will open up and be serious. Pouring his heart out with a little laugh, saying thank you for putting up with his mood swings. But usually he avoids the sappy stuff. Especially since he’s so deep in your guts his cock can feel your heartbeat.

J - Jack Off = (masturbation headcanon)

I believe he does it inconsistently. He can go weeks without wanting sex. Having no desire to engage in such acts because they bore him or he simply just doesn’t think it sounds fun. And there are times where he can’t keep his hand out of his boxers. Once the two of you are together he becomes a little more consistent, but he would rather you get him off instead. Don’t worry, he’ll repay the favor.

K - Kink = (one or more of their kinks)

Floyd and Aquaphilia go hand in hand. I believe that he prefers to have sex naturally with him as a merman and you are his shrimpy little pet. He asks you to wear little sexy swimsuits or join him at a pool or even in a bathtub full of water. He wants you to see his real cock and feel it against you, and the feeling of the water puts him at ease more than a mattress could. Of course he will be more willing to indulge you if you honor his requests for slippery, wet, fun.

Again I also think he likes fear play a lot and same with admiring your feet. Flail around a bit in the water and he’s raring to go.

L - Location = (favorite place to do the do)

He doesn’t have a real preference it’s something that changes every week. His favorite is your dorm room, or his favorite is the pool, or his favorite is the janitors closet on the second floor, it’s all about what he thinks sounds good. But if you set a boundary he will follow it.

M - Motivation = (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Unsurprising; He loves when you get mad at him. When he pushes your buttons and you get mad and shove a finger into his chest. How your eyes spark up and how the scowl makes you look even more attractive than when you look afraid. It’s the knowledge that he’s able to get under your skin that excites him so much.

N - No = (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Low self esteem is a turn off for Floyd. Having anxiety isn’t the issue but he isn’t the nicest guy on campus. And if every little thing he says or does leaves you self loathing then he’s going to lose interest fast. He likes a partner who has a backbone and can stand up to his antics. He doesn’t want a doormat. He likes confidence because it gives him a doorway to see what makes you tick. What pushes your buttons. But if you always question your appearance and skill and put yourself down he’s only going to roll his eyes and click his tongue.

O - Oral = (preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

He loves using his mouth on you. Letting you feel how sharp and dangerous his teeth are. He loves nipping at your inner thighs as he pleases you with his long tongue.

He does get quiet and flustered when you go down on him. He will push on your head and he will suggest that you put your ‘shrimpy little mouth to work’ but once you do he starts behaving. He loves when you scrape your teeth against the head of his cock when he’s in his human form the pain makes him flinch and buck. So if you ever need him to chill out? Suck his dick.

P - Pace = (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he wants to take things extremely slow. Kissing you all over and toying with your nipples. Mumbling sweet things to you while he treasures your body. Other times he wants to be rough and fast, holding you by the throat and watching you drool and cry about how you can’t take much more.

Q - Quickie = (their opinions of quickies, how often, etc.)

He is an advocate for goo brain behaviors like quickies. Rolling over and slipping his cock inside you first thing in the morning? Sure thing. You might be late to class but it’s fine, at least you still made it!

R - Risk = (are they game to excitement? do they take risks, etc.)

It keeps him very entertained. He’s game to try everything at least once. Finding you under a table, sex behind the school during P.E, fucking before/after basketball practice with you up against the metal lockers that are digging into your back. If it sounds fun, he won’t say no.

S - Stamina = (how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last?)

He has great stamina from swimming most of his life and playing basketball on land. But just because he can handle going more than two rounds doesn’t mean he wants to. It’s a lot of foreplay and even though he doesn’t look like it; he is considerate of the fact your anatomy is different. He knows there’s only so much you can take even if you try to force yourself to keep up.

T - Toys = (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themself?)

Considering he’s a moray eel that isn’t really something that he’s looked into during his life in the ocean. But after some browsing and living life on land he can start to see the appeal. Especially after a late night watching porn. He likes seeing the different types of toys and their different shapes and colors. He wants to try them on you and see what happens. Even if you squirm and fight, crying from overstimulation he can’t stop. Not until you give him every orgasm you have.

U - Unfair = (how much they like to tease)

He loves getting you hot and bothered. Watching your face contort from embarrassment when he pinches your nipples through your shirt. When he dry humps you in an empty alchemy lab. It’s either all ‘a joke’ or it’s him trying to show you how pent up he is. How badly he wants to plunge his cock inside of you. Or maybe he’s telling the truth and it is just a prank…

V - Volume = (how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)

Floyd can get loud. He doesn't believe in holding back because you are his and he is yours. He swears a lot and he ends up sounding so breathless when he asks you if you like it or if it feels good. He loves whispering in your ear too, telling you that you have cute nipples and how he loves the face you make when you cum all over his fingers.

W - Wild = (a random headcanon on the character)

I think Floyd has a secret sex bucketlist he wrote down one night. He has trouble with his mood swings and his mind is always racing with new ideas and interests. So he has a hidden bucketlist of things he wants to try and do. Some of them have him beneath you letting you do whatever you please with him. Some of them involve you becoming a merperson so he can have sex with you in the ocean. He didn't organize them in any particular order, and he crosses them off as he goes. He won't tell you about it or show you because it's his... Go make your own...

X - X-ray = (lets see what's going on under those clothes)

Floyd is a little above average but not by much. It’s long with a pleasant curve that will leave you seeing stars and your toes will curl so hard you might develop a cramp in your calves. It’s a nice champagne pink when he’s aroused and visibly he is cut? But there is no circumcision scar! Because it was magic that made him human he doesn’t have that natural excess skin.

It isn’t very sensitive because he is in his human form but his actual cock has many more nerves and feelings. It’s long and that same shade of pink, more like a tentacle that is searching for warmth to be buried inside to begin mating.

Y - Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?)

It isn’t a normal feeling of libido. But when he gets with you it does become more consistent. Before you were together he imagined how many positions he could fold you into, but he passed that off as lust and nothing more. When he realized he had romantic feelings it was an often occurrence that your name danced on his tongue when he would pump his cock.

It just depends, he could be content with fingering you and making out because he’s not in the mood for full blown sex and won’t be for a long time. Or he can’t help but paw at your body trying to rip your clothes to shreds.

Z - Zzz = (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Floyd is ready for bed once he's satisfied. And hungry. Foreplay and finally blowing a load can take a lot of stamina. He loves to cuddle and he wants to at least lay still for a few minutes. He doesn’t mind that you’re covered in spit and cum and whatever else. Just relax for a bit and catch your breath.

[flotsamsoul]

Man oh man..heh...rubs my hands together deviously...

Jack Howl - Smut Alphabet

A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You don’t have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.

A - Aftercare = (what they're like after sex)

Jack is very responsible once the Post Nut Clarity hits. He's fussing over you and apologizing for being rough. Even if you asked him and pleaded he still feels some guilt. He's a big guy! And you are not. He's wiping you down and his movements are graceful and gentle. He loves you a lot and he wants you to know that. So let him take responsibility.

B - Body Part = (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

Jack's favorite body part on himself would be his arms. He is very proud of the hard work he puts in on beefing up. When he flexes or wears a sleeveless shirt... He always felt flustered by how your eyes sparkled at the sight of his skin. When he pounds you from behind he holds you in a tight headlock. Kissing at your temple as he keeps you in place.

His favorite part on you would be your butt. Jack is a good dog of course, but he can't help but admire the shape. When you wear something tight or something short... His tail wags and he likes when you walk ahead of him. He would never say it to your face because he's embarrassed. But if you ever want to tease him... Wear something to accentuate that asset.

C - Cum = (anything to do with cum basically)

Jack is pretty vanilla but he loves seeing your face glazed in cum. He loves facials. He likes cumming on your chest too it gets him ready to go again and he can't stop his tail from wagging.

It’s more about scenting for him since he is very territorial over you. He’s blowing all over your face, parts of your chest… If he’s feeling jealous or frustrated it’ll end up in your hair as well. You gotta tell him to stop doing that… He will if you tell him you don't like it. He'll even get you a headband. Hell, he'll wash your hair for you.

I think it has a thicker consistency and Jack loves pears and he drinks lots of water since he does track and he does work out a lot. Plus Savannaclaw is very hot so he needs to have a good diet and stay hydrated. So even though he's big and scary his cum tends to be on the sweeter side and it's actually pretty pleasant when giving him head. He does his best to keep it that way for you!

D - Dirty Secret = (a dirty secret of theirs)

Jack will keep this in his brain only he will never ask you or bring it up. But he is a beastman and he does have an animal brain and animal instincts. He wants to hunt you, like predator and prey play. He wants to sniff you out based on the stress in your sweat and the adrenalin and arousal coming from your skin... He fantasizes about you dressed as a prey animal.

Maybe you're a mouse, maybe a rabbit. It is a dark thought, a primal hunger but it isn't something he would ever ask you for. Just because he doesn't want you to see him differently! That isn't fair to you if it seems scary and intimidating. So he keeps it to himself. He would never do anything against your will, or roleplay something that may seem non consensual... But he does like the idea of chasing you around and catching you...

The big bad wolf fantasy...

E - Experience = (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He does know where the clit is but that's about it. Yes he masturbates but wolves are known for mating for life. He takes this kind of intimacy very seriously so once you have sex he doesn't plan to let you go ever. He's willing to learn if you show him or tell him what you like. He wants your shared first time to feel special.

F - Favorite Position = (exactly what it says)

Doggy Style (ba-dum-tss) is where Jack feels most in his element for sex. Especially in a rut or it's mating season. His brain has that hardwiring that makes him want to mount you and have sex. He can't help it...

Outside of his animal brain I do think he likes Full Nelson. He gets to show you how strong he is while spearing you on his cock, getting you both off while you dangle helpless in his hold. Bonus size kink. Doggy is great, but Jack enjoys folding you like a lawn chair. You just have to tell him what you like.

G - Goofy = (are they more serious in the moment? are they more humourous?)

Jack tries to stay stoned face and serious when it's time for sex. But if you pet him and rub under his chin his tail will start to wag... If things derail he is capable of laughing along with you. But he wants to keep it as intimate as possible.

H - Hair = (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

A wild beastman! I don't think Jack pays much attention to it since he is a wolf and he is covered in fur... But for pubes I don't think it's overwhelming but it is furry down below. Shockingly soft instead of wiry hairs at the base of his cock with that same silver color...

He will shave if you say it's too much it won't bother him but... Please don't shave... Do not shave for him... Never feel like you have to... Ever... Only do it for yourself... If you want... But he would rather you didn't...

I - Intimacy = (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?)

Wolves mate for life so he has a more traditonal view on sex. He doesn't like the idea of casual sex at all and he will not be cool with it. If you one night stand with him he will assume you are dating and he will be attached to you because his brain sees you as his mate, so it will be messy and very uncomfortable if you are only here for a good time and not a long time.

When you're folded up against him having his cock pounding you into a mattress it may not feel the most romantic, but he is very kissy and in love afterwards. He does cherish you a lot, but he's a big guy with needs... And you have needs that are carnal and need to be satisfied.

J - Jack Off = (masturbation headcanon)

I think he gets pent up and stressed being in Savanaclaw. But the dorm population is predominantly beastman so they all can smell it and they do clown each other. But Jack is big and buff and he has no issue fighting (physically) with his fellow dormmates. He jerks off at least once a week usually he will hide out in the bathroom but he prefers the comfort of his room.

K - Kink = (one or more of their kinks)

Jack loves sweat and your natural scent. He loves the smell and taste over the visual. It's the animal part of his brain that makes him perk up. When you start to stress sweat over having to present in front of the class, when you have to jog laps in P.E, when the summer sun is beating down and sweat starts rolling down your temple...

It takes everything inside of him to not lean over and lick you. When you're aroused the taste is very different, all of these situations the taste and smell of your sweat is different. And he loves it.

L - Location = (favorite place to do the do)

I think Jack likes having sex outdoors. It excites him when you guys are alone in the woods behind the school for whatever reason. Like the natural scent of the earth and the coverage of the trees and there isn't anyone around. In moment's like this he can see why Leona likes the greenhouse so much. It's a beastman thing. At least that's what he tells you. In reality he grew up in a colder climate so seeing so much green is something he admires. And having you there makes it even better. He doesn't mind keeping it in a bedroom, but he would like to try fucking you while admiring the scenery at least once.

M - Motivation = (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Jack likes when you're assertive. Almost like... Challenging him? When you purposefully wiggle your ass he does get excited. He doesn't like teasing so he with take initiative but he gets riled up when you say what you want and take what you want.

N - No = (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Jack does not like scented lotion or perfume/cologne. Scented soap or shampoo wouldn't bother him since the smell is usually faint and in your skin. But he doesn't like when you spray scented things on yourself for sex. The scent is chemically and far too intense for him. When he buries his face in your neck and gets a scent of floral extracts and that hint of alcohol that makes the perfume stick or the oils in the lotion he scrunches his face. When you wear it on a normal day or in class he wouldn't mind. But if you guys planned to have sex he will fold his ears sadly as he admits to you that it is far to strong for him to enjoy you.

Just come au natural. He loves that you get cute for sex, but just no perfume... Please...

O - Oral = (preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

Jack can give and give and give. He loves burying his face between your thighs to taste and smell your most private place. It gets him so riled up when you part your legs for him to enjoy. Bonus points if you're a little sweaty. He's a freak and proud. He does not mind if you haven't showered yet it does not bother him.

He would never ask you for head. If anything he would raise an eyebrow in shock that you offered. "Are you sure?" He laughs a little but he isn't against it. But Jack would rather be savoring your taste than seeing you on your knees for him.

P - Pace = (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Jack would be on the slow and rough spectrum. He doesn't like to fuck too fast or he will cum first. He takes it slow since you need prep to take him and he loves the feeling of his cock dragging against your inner walls. You have all night and there's no rush. Plenty of time for foreplay and plenty of fun.

Q - Quickie = (their opinions of quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not against it but he tries to avoid it if he can. He won't suggest it because he prefers lots of foreplay and prep. But if you want to, he won't say no.

R - Risk = (are they game to excitement? do they take risks, etc.)

It would depend on what 'risk' you want to take. Like if it's back to the quickie conversation he will fuck you during school hours behind the school and returning to class after you cleaned up. Maybe his cum is deep inside of you and you're bathed in his scent but I think that's as far as he'll go he isn't a sadist and he will never put you in physical danger but he will hear you out if you have a suggestion to try something new.

S - Stamina = (how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last?)

Since he is a wolf beastman he has great stamina, much higher than a humans of course. He won't ever overdo it, but he can go on and on during sex. He would never make you keep up with him, and he will stop if you feel like you need to stop. He will finish himself by jacking of or he will politely ask if using your thighs or grinding against you is okay. If he's bold he'll ask to finish on your face.

T - Toys = (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themself?)

I believe that Jack is shy but he does have a fleshlight. The campus is loaded with testosterone and it leaves him on edge. It makes him frustrated and pent up so he uses it on occassion. It's much better than his palm, but he wishes he could have you instead.

I think he would encourage using toys with you since he's so big. You need lots of prep, and he would hate himself if you got hurt. I think mutual masturbation could be something the two of you enjoy together. He helps you relax by teasing you and working you open with a toy. Prepping you to take his cock... He wants the best for you!

U - Unfair = (how much they like to tease)

Jack does not believe in teasing you that is a waste of his time. If he wants you he will let you know that he wants you. But if your bottom lip quivers or you start up with some water works? He is wrapped around your finger. He likes when you're direct about what you want and need. And so is he... There is no reason to beat around the bush but he does understand getting nervous... Just don't tease him... He won't tease you back...

V - Volume = (how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack does a lot of grunting and panting. He wants to be quiet if you guys are in Savanaclaw since he knows he will get clowned and he will break someone's nose if you get brought up in a conversation. He doesn't like it. Usually he is grunting and panting in your ear about how amazing it feels inside of you. Whispering and growling as he fucks you and kisses/nips at your neck. He's usually pretty quiet, lots of animalistic sounds...

The next day he will ask you looking ashamed if you thought he was loud (he never is)

W - Wild = (a random headcanon on the character)

Jack almost had a panic attack the first time you brought up having sex. He was worried about saying or doing something wrong, if you expressed being turned off at all he would probably change schools out of embarrassment. Leaving you a letter of apology for what he's done. Even if to you it wasn't that serious.

I think he probably asked someone he's close to for advice. Maybe Vil since they're childhood friends and Jack assumes Vil has had a partner before. Jack has had some form of sex Ed but that can only get him so far vs having actual sex. And no matter who he asks they just tell him to do his best and listen to what you want. And when the day came; he did pretty good! Not the mind blowing sex fantasy he thought it would be, but you praised him for the fun time and he still jerks off to the memory and how fond it is for him.

X - X-ray = (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

Jack is a big boy and he is self aware of it. He is all around pretty thick so he does jump into his jeans sometimes with an annoyed huff. But he won't stop working out and bulking he likes having muscles at the cost of having to size up his clothes. He does not have a reason to mention his size to you unless you show sexual interest in him.

He does warn you it might not be comfortable and he is very sorry about it. It's a lovely brown color and the tip gets flushed since he is a beastman it does have a reddish tint when he's aroused. The tip is nice and flared and he does leak a lot of precum because his body is reacting to yours and it's desire to prep you to take him. He does have a knot that forms at the base of his cock but he avoids knotting you at all costs. Usually he pulls out and cums on your skin but if you lock your legs around him he won't try to pull out.

Y - Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly high considering his personality. He is modest and he is polite! He has an unshakable moral compass and he loves the idea of fucking you in the forest when he sees you running around during P.E or he catches your scent during class... But that would be wrong. He has no trouble suppressing this hunger... But he does fantasize about you...

Z - Zzz = (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jack is actually pretty active once you're done and cleaned up. He likes cuddling and being the big spoon. Holding you in his arms and breathing in your scent. Once it get's quiet between you, he finds himself falling asleep with you, or after you've started snoring softly. Your head against his chest as you rest under the thick blankets.

[flotsamsoul]

Happy Hyena Day 🧡💛🧡

[flotsamsoul]

[flotsamsoul]

Dear fanfic writers

if you're putting "dead dove, do not eat" tag on your fics can you at least list out the other tags as well?

because, as far as I know, the dead dove tag is to signal/say something like:

"hey, this fic contains this and this tags, I am fully aware that the content of this fic is rather dark and/or bizarre. if you don't like it, you can scroll away, this is purely for entertainment and nothing related to irl"

or something along those lines...

because people have different tolerance for different contents, like some people are ok with reading necrophilia but not ok with killing or gutting, some people are ok with yandere but gets uneasy with stalking, etc.

a lot of people just put "dead dove, do not eat" but never specify, I just feel like it's a little unfair-and it's also rather annoying sometimes because whether or not I'm ok with the dark topics/tropes in the fic, I'd be blindsided regardless

[flotsamsoul]

[flotsamsoul]

Can I Stay the Night?

ch. i - ch. ii - you are here! - ch. iv

A/N: We are here again. Are you feeling excited? I am. I love writing about Ruggie. He is more complex than people think. I promise. I hope he has a happy birthday today.

tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader, smut wc: 7k+

A week and some odd days had passed since your last interaction with Ruggie. 

You had ample time to think his offer over. Looking between the pros and any possible cons. You came up with more pros than cons in the end. It was a Friday, and you had the weekend to do what you pleased. Ruggie hasn’t pressed you for an answer, until now. You completed your usual morning routine. Adjusting your uniform and helping Grim with his ribbon. Slipping on your shoes with the beast in your arms, just before waving goodbye to the ghosts. Ruggie had texted you, asking if you could meet and discuss his offer before class. Talking about it in person might solidify if you truly wanted to do this or not. He asked you to meet with him in one of the bathrooms.  

Without Grim of course. You had no reason to refuse. 

“Grim, you can head to class without me. I lent my notes to someone, so I just have to get them back.” The monster looked up at you with his big teal eyes. You lowered him to the floor, allowing his little paws to touch the checkered tile before you pulled your hands away. “Who? I can just go with ya!” He smiled as you smoothed out your skirt with a small shake of your head. “Oh it’s one of the third years. It’s fine I can go alone. I’ll meet you in class.” You assured him, watching how Grim scanned over you with a flash of suspicion. But the monster didn’t press you further. “Just don’t be late!” He instructed firmly as he gave your leg a quick hug. You rubbed the top of his head before he vanished among the crowd of charcoal colored uniforms.  

Once he was out of sight, you turned in the opposite direction. Pulling your phone out of your blazer pocket you texted Ruggie telling him that you were on your way. You swallowed nervously to wet your drying throat. It was a mixture of excitement and fear. The only experience you had was your right hand or a toy. You had heard from others that sex and porn were not the same. Maybe they were just exaggerating. Of course, porn is all acting. But it was your best and only real point of reference.  

You looked around to make sure no one was watching before you pushed open the wooden door. The bathroom in this corner of the school was usually empty. It was a safe haven since you were the only girl and there were no women’s bathrooms. “Ruggie?” You called out with a swivel of your head. You watched as one of the doors opened. It was the one farthest from you. A freckled hand waved for you to come closer, and you did.  

You felt antsy now. Your mouth growing dryer and dryer by the second as he pushed open the door wider, and his blueish grey eyes greeted you. A gasp passed your lips as you were caught in a whirlwind of biscut blond hair, the scent of dried hazelnut, and the rustle of clothes. Your thighs trembled as Ruggie pinned your shoulder against the wall. The stall door was closed, and the faint click of the lock made you jolt.  

Your eyes roamed away from his and down to the uniform clad thigh pressed between your legs. The limb moved ever so slightly, soothing the ache between your thighs. You could feel yourself pulse as Ruggie looked down at you with a smile. Blueish-grey eyes scanned your shaking body as if the hyena was sizing you up. “Didja think about it?” His voice was saccharine and soft. Coating itself over your brain and leaving you in a daze. Each light movement of his leg between your thighs made your face flush with the warmth of blood. You couldn’t find the words to answer. All you could do was nod.  

You were caged in a stall, pressed against the wall tile with Ruggie hovering over you. It took everything in your power to resist grinding against his leg. You did think about his offer. And the longer you did the more enticing it seemed. Ruggie was far from unattractive. His droopy eyes, his sly smile. He was your type. And he’s also you’re friend. Your fingers and your favorite bookmarks could only take you so far. “So? We got a deal, or no?” The hyena was curious to hear your answer as you sheepishly looked away. Training your gaze on a crack in the floor. His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned in closer. His voice meeting the delicate cartilage of your ear. 

“You don’t have to say yes,” He reminded as his hand loosened on your shoulder, and cautiously trailed down your side. You knew he was testing the waters. But you didn’t have any desire to shove him away. “but I can smell how excited you are.” You could feel him smile as he took his pointer finger and drew a small heart just below your belly button. You shuddered.  Now lifting your hands and gripping the sleeves of the blazer he finally grew into.  

Maybe you were ovulating. Part of you wanted to strip down and let him take you right here in the bathroom. But part of you wanted something a little more refined. “Um...” You mustered the strength to murmur as you crumbled the dark fabric in your fists. You wished he would rock his hips into yours. You wanted to know what it felt like.  

“We don’t have school tomorrow... So...” You had never been in this situation, so you weren’t sure of what to say. “You wanna do it tonight?” You liked the growl in his voice as it vibrated against your sensitive flesh. You nodded again in response as he nudged his leg a little higher. Tonight was good. His hair tickled your skin as he drew another heart over the white fabric of your uniform shirt. “You sure?” Ruggie requested confirmation, and you parted your lips. “Yeah...” You whispered. You felt sure.  

Ruggie snickered before he finally pulled away. “Cool.” His smirk was pleased as you pulled your hands back and gripped the hem of your skirt to force it down. Your body already missed the sensation of his thigh nestled between yours. There was an attempt to suppress your needy expression as he unlocked the stall door. “I’ll see you tonight.” With a final glance, a toothy smile, and a short wave, he left you to collect yourself.  

Your chest rose and fell, your heart thudding against your ribcage as you swallowed your previous anxieties. The bathroom door opened and shut, and Ruggie’s footsteps became distant. You were going to have sex for the first time tonight. All you had to do was get rid of Grim.  

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ 

You spent the day texting back and forth with Ruggie. Carefully dancing around the ‘paid intimacy’ conversation. To your knowledge, any form of paid sex was illegal. Porn was the only exception. Your stomach was wound in a tight knot as you daydreamed what was to come. Usually, Leona had a special spot in your sexual fantasies. Now Ruggie had danced his way into your thoughts with no intentions of leaving until you were a satisfied customer. He told you that he was great with his hands. That he knew what he was doing. That you had nothing to worry about.  

You glanced at your phone every time the little grey bubble with the initials RB appeared. You needed to find a picture to replace it at some point. The next message left your eyes bulging in shock. Your face burning from embarrassment. The text came off as rude and you tucked your phone closer to your notebook. 

[RB]: are u a virgin?  [RB]: its not a big deal but it is  [RB]: i would be shocked if you are 

You had heard about guys refusing to have hook ups with virgins. It was too much effort; it had too many messy feelings and strings attached. You did think a first time was meant to be special, but your first choice wasn’t around anymore. This was also transactional. Ruggie was helping you blow off some steam, and you were paying him as a thank you for his service. He’s your friend. You’re his friend.  

[]: Yeah I am. I wasn’t exactly popular before I got here. 

You didn’t party or go out. You kept to yourself. Your friends would whisper to you about their sexcapades with their boyfriends or whoever they met over the weekend. There was no one in your previous world who made you fantasize and daydream like Leona did. And he wasn’t someone who wanted to entertain you. You noticed Ruggie read your message, typing then vanishing. It happened two more times before you got a response.  

[RB]: thats okay  [RB]: we can go at your pace theres no rush  [RB]: its fun i promise. were friends so dont worry about anything  [RB]: what time should i come over? 

The assurance over text made you wonder if he was doing it for the both of you. Ruggie clearly wasn’t having his first like you are. But he knew you were nervous. It made sense, he asked you twice if you were sure about doing this with him. You said yes, and you mean it. You told him that 2am would work best. If you couldn’t get Grim to stay the night with someone, you needed to make sure he was asleep enough to sneak someone into your dorm. Tomorrow was Saturday. You told Epel you would help him with some of his homework tomorrow afternoon. So tonight, you were free to stay up later than usual.  

Ruggie was happy with the arrangement. He had MagiShift practice with Epel. So, the younger student was your shared point of reference. You would pay Ruggie in cash. And everything would be fine between you. You guys would still be friend's afterwords. Ruggie would still eat lunch with you, and you guys would still hang out like before. Nothing would change.  

This is fine. 

The day droned on, you tried to beg Ace and Deuce to let Grim stay over. Telling them you were having girl issues and that you couldn’t take him yapping all night. To which Ace said “I thought girls could hold it in.” And Deuce punched him in the arm. The reason they couldn’t watch Grim was because they were leaving that night to visit Deuce’s mom. She needed help moving out of the old apartment and the boys were going to assist. Grim would never stay the night with Jack since ‘he has fleas’, and you were going to see Epel tomorrow.  

You dried the dishes and Grim stood on the counter to help you put them away using magic. “We can’t sleep together? But we always share a bed!” He pouted with his ears folded against his head. His tail flicked as you let go of another dish, watching it float into the cabinet before grabbing the next one to dry. “I know! But I mean, the greatest mages sleep alone. So, I thought that it would be nice for you to have some space. Even if it’s just for tonight.” You suggested as you wiped the inside of the ceramic bowl dry.  

Ramshackle had plenty of rooms. And sometimes you just needed space. But Grim was so clingy. He flicked his tail again as you let go of the bowl so it could float into the cabinet. “Hm, I guess you’re right... But if you get scared, just come to me! I’ll protect you!” The monster was smug and you smiled to yourself. "Of course.” 

With tonights plans, you knew you would be crying out. But it wouldn’t be for Grim’s help. When the two of you finished the dishes, you gave Grim a bath and walked him down the hall to one of the furnished rooms. You brought him a nightlight, and Grim promised you he had no issue sleeping on his own. If he was going to be a great mage, he needed to take the first step towards independence. You closed the door and started your own nightly routine. With a few extra steps.  

You showered and washed away any anxieties that lingered. Ruggie would be visiting in a few hours. Part of you felt guilty for using sex as an exchange for the money. The hyena offered and seemed happy about it. As you dried your hair you started to get cold feet the longer the night went on. Maybe there was something else he could do. Maybe it would be best to give him the money and just have him pay you back later.  

You shaved your armpits as you sat on the rim of your tub. Once finished, you slipped on a clean, oversized shirt. With a clean razor, you shaved your legs. It might be too late to call things off. It was your first time. The money is going towards something important. Ruggie promised nothing would change between you. A shaky sigh left your lips as you looked your legs over. Nice and smooth. You dried off one final time and settled into your room. You laid in bed with the dark surrounding you. Your phone kept you company as you scrolled through MagiCam, watching the minutes melt away into hours. The soft ping from your phone made your heart jump into your throat. It was 2:45am. The message was from Ruggie. 

[RB]: you up? 

You are. You responded, peering over your phone towards your window. You could see a shadow that shouldn’t be there. The knock made you gasp as you shot up in bed with wide eyes. You slept on the second floor.  

[RB]: surprise lol 

You threw the blankets off of your body and darted out of bed. Running to the window to unlock it. Ruggie was sitting on his broom, waving at you with his phone in his other hand. 

“Yo-”  “Are you nuts- Don't do that you could fall!” You scolded him with a click of your tongue as you pushed the window up. “I ain’t gonna fall.” He snickered as you backed away and let him climb into your bedroom. A wave of insecurity washed over you.  

Should you have styled your hair? Beastmen are usually sensitive to perfume, so you didn’t put any on. You didn’t think to do your makeup. An oversized shirt with nothing underneath isn’t exactly sexy, but you didn’t have anything else that could truly ‘set the mood’. Even if you are paying Ruggie, maybe you should have done something special. It was your first time, all you really did was shower and kick Grim out for the night.  

Ruggie leaned his broom against the wall and closed the window. You could see he had a small brown duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You could feel you mouth going bone dry. Your heart pounded in your ears and your chest began to ache. Ruggie is here to fuck you. Right now. Ruggie is taking your virginity, and you are paying him for it.  

“You okay?” His voice brought you back as your eyelids fluttered and you nodded quickly. He’s wearing jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a green jacket he left unzipped. You watched him ease off his white shoes and leave them near his propped up broom. The hyena’s eyes softened as he looked you over. It was obvious you weren’t okay. “Yeah! Just excited...” You forced a smile as you made your way back to bed. Now sitting on the edge as you folded your hands together. “Should I... Do something?” You asked him for guidance as your brows knit together. “Just get comfortable.” You could hear him smiling as you responded with a soft ‘okay’. Lacing your fingers, pressing the pads of your pointers against each other. You did everything to stop your hands from shaking. You were content with staring at your now balled up fists while Ruggie sat on his knees and dug through the dark brown duffle bag. “I brought all sorts of stuff we can use.” He commented with a proud grin. “Some of this we might not need. But ya’ never know. I got lube, n’ condoms. I think I have a toy in here but that might be too advanced for you.” He snickered as your eyes started to trail over in his direction.  

Ruggie’s hands pulled out a myriad of things. A small square silver packet you assumed was a condom. Something small, round, and silicone. And more. He was holding up a small glass jar with a strange looking pink cream inside. “Cool…” You mumbled and lowered your eyes. Sex was often depicted as magical. A romantic experience where your clothes would fall to the floor, and you would be a mess of sweat and nectar.  

Here you are shaking like a leaf, wearing an oversized pajama shirt while Ruggie prepared for what was to come. “You sure you’re good?” Ruggie asked with an added layer of concern in his tone. You nearly jumped out of your skin. “Oh! Yeah, I’m great- Peachy.” You swallowed with a swift nod as he eyed you over with a look of suspicion. You paid him to come over. The least you could do is follow through. You watched him stand, his eyes locking with yours as a smile began to form. “Liar.” 

 Your stomach dropped. Now he calls you out. 

Ruggie inched closer and closer, and you silently watched. Allowing him to close in on you like easy prey waiting to be gobbled up. The weight on the mattress shifted as he pressed his knee against the foot of your bed. You pulled your legs up, your feet now pressing against the sheets as he crawled up to you. And you crawled away. “You aren’t forcing yourself, right?” You asked him under a whisper. Your gaze never broke away from his. “Course not. I offered in the first place, it’s a win-win. Are you, forcing yourself?” Ruggie asked and you shook your head. “Of course not... That’s why I let you into my room...” You were just nervous.  

The mattress continued to creak and rock with your combined movements. You now sat with your back against the headboard, the pillows under you as you cautiously pulled at the hem of your oversized shirt to remain covered. There was nowhere for you to run. Ruggie’s lips are now only centimeters away from yours. The beastman was seated between your parted legs. “You don’t have to be nervous. What, you think I’m scary?” His tone was a soft murmur. Carrying that playfulness you adored. His warm breath tickled your skin as you nervously glanced down at his legs. The scratchy fabric of his dark colored jeans seemed to put you at ease. “I’m allowed to be nervous…” Your voice was meek. Ruggie isn’t scary. And kissing wasn’t that complex. You have seen it in movies and books. Of course you’ve seen it in amateur porn. But now that Ruggie was so close it was much different.  

The scent of bitter coffee lingered on his breath. The feeling of his rough jeans and the softness of his hair tickled your sensitive flesh. His droopy eyes weren’t housing the usual intensity. It was much gentler now. This felt less and less like something transactional. Like there was a hidden motive behind the offer Ruggie made. “Sex usually starts like this, right?” You asked with a soft swallow. “Oh, it can start however you want it to.” Your skin prickled from excitement as his hands gripped your hips and pulled you across the mattress.  

Your shirt began to slip upwards, your face burning as he leaned closer. Your bare crotch was now flush against his denim covered one. Your knees hooked over his hips as his lips ghosted over yours. You rested on your back against the pillows.  

“You wanna feel good with me?” You did. “Yeah...” You reached out and snaked your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers brushed over the soft cotton of his jacket. “You sure?” One final confirmation. Your last chance to turn back. You didn’t want to turn back. 

“Yeah.” You responded, and his lips meshed with yours. His tongue felt sticky, clinging to yours as you wriggled underneath him. Your hips rolling against his and your heels sliding against the sheets. The taste of coffee on his breath made you lean in for more. It made you dizzy as your kisses quickly grew messy. You inhaled through your nose, catching the scent of his citrusy shampoo lingering in his messy blond hair. As he started to pull away, you didn’t realize you tried chasing him with your mouth. Sitting up until one of his hands eased you back against the pillows with a gentle push to the shoulder.  

“Didja shower?” Ruggie’s voice was soft, and you gave him a soft ‘mmhm’ in response as he removed his jacket. Tossing it haphazardly to the floor as you nervously flexed your toes against the blankets beneath you. “Okay good.” He smiled down at you before crawling off you and making his way over to his bag. “Trust, we don’t have to race through this.” The hyena had retrieved the little jar. Leaving it on your nightstand for future use. “I know...” You didn’t want to kill the mood by asking him to slow down. 

If Ruggie took the lead, you would be fine. He was on top of you again, kissing and sneaking his hands under your oversized shirt. “Lovin’ the lack of panties.” He teased as he caught your bottom lip between his sharp teeth. Your face began to burn as he continued to work his tongue against yours. You thought it would be easier if you didn’t wear any. “We’re you excited for me to come over?” He asked, his voice sweet and leaving you in a state of hypnosis. Ruggie’s fingers had a roughness that made your skin prickle. Gliding across your flesh as he kissed along your jawline, allowing you to cling to him as your shirt rode higher and higher. Your hands tangled in his hair as you mumbled out a weak ‘uh huh’. Fingers surfing through the thick, sunkissed waves as you reached towards his ears.  

A gasp was yanked out of your throat when he palmed your breasts. Your legs clamped around him when he kissed your pulse point; and you accidentally pinched his ears. His sudden growl was animalistic enough to startle you. Hands shooting away and curling against your chest as the two of you separated. Ruggie sat up, looking down at you with wide eyes as his ears flattened. 

His expression faded from irritation. It softened, and he was now pouting. “Heyyy don’t grab so rough on poor ol’ Ruggie.” He cooed playfully. He wasn’t mad. But if you got your ear pinched it wouldn’t feel good either. “Sorry.” You whispered as the tension between you vanished. He lowered again, relaxing against you as he took one of your hands and guided it towards his head. “Touch ‘em like this.” He instructed with a smile, moving his fingers with yours to show you how he liked it. He pulled away and you began to gently pet the inner fur. The outside was much coarser.  

A rumble vibrated through his chest, he was purring. His hands roamed along your body again, and you began to relax beneath him. Flinching and swallowing your moans as his skilled, freckled hands palmed your tits. Teasing your budding nipples with his skilled fingers. His lips found your throat and peppered kisses against the skin. His head just beneath yours as he rested on top of you. One of your thighs fell victim to the slow rolls of his hips. 

You could feel how hard he was getting as he ground his denim covered crotch against your leg. The roughness made your toes curl tight as you attempted to speak up. “You can take your clothes off... If you want.” You whined as he slowed to a stop, looking up at you with his big droopy eyes and an expression of content. He didn’t say anything as he sat up on his knees. Now you could see he was hard. You needed way more than kissing and rubbing. You wanted Ruggie to fill you. To satiate an appetite you didn’t realize you had.  

“Arms up,” He instructed as he removed his shirt first. You could see almost every inch of his toned body. His scattered brown freckled on his tanned skin. A thin trail of shiny gold hair that led from his belly button and into the waistband of his jeans. “clothes are comin’ off. Both of us.” He tossed his shirt to the floor, where it landed presumably near his jacket. You obeyed and raised your arms. You wondered if he had used Laugh with Me on you when his tongue was in your mouth. The submission came easy for you. Giving up your control and putting your trust in him. 

The beastman helped guide your bunched up shirt up and over your head. Once your face was revealed again, he greeted you with a playful kiss. “There you are.” He beamed as he took your crumpled shirt and began to fold it. Remaining sat on his knees with a smirk. “Now we get to the really fun part.” Ruggie snickered as you tried to stop your legs from shaking. It was a mix of adrenaline and arousal keeping your skin on fire. Your face burning and a sheet of sweat building on your skin. 

He leaned over, making sure your shirt landed safely on top of his own. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?” He asked as he reached over to grab the little jar, screwing off the cap as the air filled with a sweet, floral smell. If you weren’t so turned on you would’ve hit him with a pillow for asking something so vulgar. You screwed your eyes shut as you thought back to lazy afternoons when you had privacy. Very rare moments you made the best of.  

You parted your lips to speak, but a moan escaped, and you opened your eyes again. Ruggie had taken whatever was in that little pot onto his fingers, rubbing gently at your aching clit with the pads of his longest fingers. Slow, tight circles as he encouraged you to speak with a hum. “I won’t be mad. I jus’ wanna know. Make things a lil’ more fun.” The hyena snickered, and your eyes fluttered shut again. “N... Nothing much...” You swallowed as you tried to clamp your legs shut. But with Ruggie settled between them, there was nothing you could do. “Nothing much?” He parroted back to you. He leaned over, kissing your cheek as you wrapped your arms around him again. Clinging as his lips found your jawline now.  

“Is it somethin’ specific you think about?” The hyena was digging for an answer now as his mouth re-attached to your throat. Kissing and licking at your sensitive flesh before he began to nip and suck. Leaving welts that you begged silently to not bruise. “Anyone?” He whispered as his tongue roamed over your jugular, and you felt the faint scrape of his teeth. His jaws were so strong he could eat animal bones like potato chips. He promised he wouldn’t get mad. And the two of you are friends. Your toes flexed as he slowly slipped a finger inside of your aching cunt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pumped and curled slowly. His thumb replaced the longer digits as he massaged your throbbing clit. It was warm. And you wondered if the substance he coated his fingers with was like an aphrodisiac. The wet sounds of his fingers toying with your entrance made your moans fall easier from your mouth. “You can tell me.” Ruggie encouraged sweetly as you felt a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.  

Having someone touch and tease your pussy was way more intense than masturbating. Maybe the substance was magical. Maybe it was just lube and you were beyond turned on. “Um... I thought...” Your chest heaved as his finger pushed up against a rough patch deep within you. Rubbing the bundle of nerves as you croaked out; “O-Oh Leona...”   “Leona?”  

His movements came to an abrupt halt as he looked down at you with a frown. His tone was sharp; he sounded offended that you mentioned being attracted to the previous Housewarden of all people. You felt bad, but Ruggie said he wouldn’t be mad. “You asked me... I’m being honest.” You grumbled as you looked down to see his thumb gently swiping over your sensitive pearl. “Well Leona sucks.” Ruggie growled as his finger pumped even slower. The push of his finger made your eyes start to roll back into your head. Yeah, he was mad. 

His hand stopped and his finger removed itself. A yelp passed your lips when your body was being folded. Your knees hit the soft blankets as Ruggie’s warm breath teased your drooling pussy. “Y-You don’t have to-” Your voice croaked as he dragged the flat of his tongue against your folds. Lips closing around your clit as he gave it a harsh suck. Your hands shot between your legs to hold onto his head. Thumbs gently rubbing the insides of his ears the way he liked it. “Leona’s lazy ass could never do what I can.” He growled against your cunt. Licking and sucking, resting your legs over his shoulders as he ate you out.  

The pumping of his finger returned, and you fought the desire to rock your hips into his face. Your moans came out strangled as you did your best to keep it down. Grim was down the hall, but the walls in Ramshackle were thin. You were helpless and exposed to Ruggie's newfound hunger. “Does it feel good?” He asked with a smile, mouthing at the fleshy pearl as you struggled to answer. A mangled ‘yes’ was all you could offer as your walls flexed and rubbed the beastman’s fingers. “I can tell.” The hyena’s skilled tongue rubbed against your twitching pussy. Devouring all of the clear nectar that came leaking out of you.  

Your skin was on fire. You felt like your head was spinning as he worked faster and faster, encouraging you to finish. That it would be okay. That he would drink everything you gave him. That you didn’t have to say anything anymore; your sounds were enough praise. Your heart was out of control. Tears welled in your eyes from the intensity as Ruggie’s name came out garbled on your tongue. You chanted it over and over. Unable to say anything else. 

Ruggie.  Ruggie.  Ruggie. 

Your hips started to buck against his face. Your back curved away from the bed in a neat arch as you whispered something akin to ‘wait’. Your moans and whines came out as weak sobs and struggled breaths as the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter. You pulled away from his ears, not wanting to pinch him again. Instead, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, and your other hand clutched the pillow beneath your head. “I- I think I’m-” You whispered as the tears came rolling down your face.  

Ruggie pulled his mouth away. You looked down with your bottom lip catching between your teeth. Your cunt fluttered pathetically, a silent plea for his attention as he eased his hands away from your skin. You still held onto his hair, but didn’t move. “You’re what?” He asked with a grin. The moon began to pour through your window. Revealing the wet fluids coating his lips and his chin. How his hair was a mess and bangs wildly pushed back as he softly panted for air. His blueish grey eyes seemed darker, hungrier as he waited for you to answer. 

 His grin became sly as you pulled your hand away from his hair. Your legs once draped over his shoulders were returned to rest loosely over his hips. “Hm? I think there’s something you want. You jus’ gotta tell me.” Ruggie cooed as he rolled his thumb over your clit, eliciting a gasp. You couldn’t risk your built up orgasm dulling. “You want... My fingers? My mouth?” You wanted him to fuck you. “Um... Can you..?” The meekness in your voice returned as he used his free hand to unbutton his jeans. A string of drool began rolling down your chin. You wanted to suck his dick too. 

“Uh huh?” His thumb continued as you closed your eyes. “Can you put it in?” You asked weakly and he snickered in response. “Put what in? You have to say it, or I won’t know.” The hyena was teasing you as he stimulated your clit. “Your... Dick?” The skin on your face was on fire as your wet eyes fluttered shut. “Please Ruggie?” You felt him jerk beneath you. He must have liked you using your manners. 

“Since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll give it to you.” He pat your thigh gently as he finally discarded the rest of his clothes. You could see the freckles lining his shoulders and speckling parts of his torso like a scattered constellation. Part of you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else after this. Seeing Ruggie in such an intimate way really wasn’t something you could consider ‘friendly’ anymore.  

What would this be called? 

Your mind wandered as you drank up the sight of him with your eyes. Your lips went agape as the wet crown of his cock rubbed against your clit. “You ready?” The hyena asked and you nodded vigorously. It was being slathered in sticky pre-cum, along with your soaked folds. When he started to glide his shaft against your opening your heart skipped a beat. It felt… Spikey. 

Your eyes widened and you started to crawl away out of anxiety, but Ruggie quickly grabbed your ankle and pulled you back over. “Hey, hey, hey, what the hell? Don’t go anywhere.” He grumbled as you glanced up at him with a frown. You didn’t really think about the anatomical differences between the two of you. “Um…” You weren’t sure what to say. But Ruggie could tell you looked worried. “Do you wanna take a break?” His concern was genuine. But you didn’t want to stop the momentum. If you did, you couldn’t come back and finish. “I just...” You trailed off as Ruggie nodded for you to continue. “… I thought… I didn’t expect yours to be not… Smooth.” You muttered awkwardly as Ruggie’s face contorted into confusion. “What?”  

You didn’t really look for beastman porn. You tried once, but after seeing a mermaid sex video you never tried again. “You wanna touch it? It’s not gonna hurt or anything.” He offered and gently took your wrist. Guiding your hand towards his shaft. Ruggie shuddered when your fingers curled around him, stroking slowly to feel the fleshy spines against your palm. They didn’t hurt. They felt more like rubbery bumps instead of spikes. It felt good. “You can take it.” His encouragement was sweet as you both began to guide the head of his cock towards your hole. 

You didn’t notice that he wasn’t wearing a condom until now. But... You didn’t mind. You had heard raw sex feels amazing. And Ruggie is your friend. It would be fine. “Do you know what a safeword is?” The hyena sounded breathless, slowly rocking his hips against yours. The tip threatened to breach past your sight walls and nestle deep inside of you. You nodded. “It’s ‘spots’ between us. Okay? So if you don’t like something, just say it and we’ll stop.” He spoke like he was out of breath, and you nodded again. You watched him pout, and you grunted when he grabbed your cheeks in his palm. His hips continued their slow rocking, and you couldn’t help but join in. “No nodding,” he grumbled. You could feel him starting to push inside. Becoming impatient as his thrusts began to go from teasing to very shallow penetration. 

“Spots... Spots. I got it.” You answered him with what left of your voice you could muster. He snickered again, easing himself inside of you as your walls convulsed and stretched to accommodate. You wanted to scream out from the otherworldly sensation. But Ruggie’s mouth found yours. He was on top of you, his cock buried inside as your sweaty skin worked as an adhesive to keep you both attached. Your heels dug into his back as he gave you messy kisses. Pulling his hand from your face to palm at your tit as he allowed you to adjust to his size. Giving you an occasional thrust that made you jerk and whine into his mouth.  

The rounded spines stimulated your inner walls. Making you overwhelmingly sensitive as you wrapped your arms around his body. Feeling the muscles in his toned back, being mindful not to scratch him. His hips began a steady pace as he rutted in and out of you. The erotic smack of skin caused you to tighten, your orgasm was building quickly as you closed your eyes. The brush of his wiry hairs against your clit made you whine. The way his cock kissed that patch of nerves inside of you that his fingers hit left you struggling to breathe. How the spines lining his shaft in a uniform pattern was driving you insane from each grind against your velvety walls. 

You had no idea this is what sex felt like. In between kisses you could hear and feel Ruggie moaning into your mouth. His tongue tangled with yours as he fucked into you. The hyena’s short nails started to dig into your skin the moment he held you by your hips. “You... You won’t care if I cum inside, right?” He asked softly. It sounded like pleading.  

You knew that you were close too. The wet slick made his cock glide in and out of you faster and faster. If he came inside, would you get pregnant? It wasn’t a guarentee. Right? You didn’t want him to pull out. You didn’t want him to stop. “It’s okay.” You whispered, feeling the hyena bite at your bottom lip before the kissing resumed. His cock throbbed, and twitched deep inside of you. Your combined moans were smothered with messy kisses to keep the noise to a minimum. You warned him with a hoarse breath you were cumming. Your walls clamped around his cock as Ruggie pulled away and buried his face in the crook of your neck. The glimpse you had of his tanned face had taken a tomato color. 

You felt him tense on top of you as you let out a high pitched sigh, gasping for air as your legs shook. There was an intense warmth that filled you. The flood of thick sperm that mixed with your clear juices. The two of you remained still, you could feel Ruggie’s heart beating against yours as he remained on top of you. Slowly shifting with a soft groan. “N... No...” He swallowed as he slowly lifted his head. “We... We have to clean up...” He panted softly as you continued to hold onto him.  

You wanted to stay together a little longer. You didn’t want him to pull out. “If we stay like this...” He trailed off. You understood what he was trying to say. If you bathed in the afterglow too long; you would forget that this was transactional. And the thin line of friendship and something more could get blurred.  

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ 

You sat in the tub with your back against Ruggie’s chest. The two of you soaked in the steaming water as the morning sun was only a few hours away now. The beastman would have to leave after this. The two of you relaxed in a mutual silence, but you couldn’t shake the emptiness you felt. You knew that he was your friend. You knew that you were just paying him for some of the intimacy you always wanted to experience. But looking back on it now? It felt like you lost a big battle.  

You lost your virginity. Paid him to do it. And you of course did not gain a boyfriend in any shape or form. Ruggie Bucchi is your friend, and your classmate. Nothing beyond that. “I feel a lil’ bad now.” The hyena broke the silence first as you craned your neck back to look up at him. “What’s wrong?” You asked as he stretched out his legs from beneath the water. A pit formed in your stomach. Was it something you did? Was the sex bad? Ouch, hopefully neither. “I never had sex with a virgin before.” Oh. “I’m just worried about you.” He commented as you relaxed against him.  

The worry lingered, but it was bearable now. “I don’t want you to think things are weird between us. I’ll still sit with you in class and snag you food at lunch.” He smiled as the worry had melted away. He draped an arm around you as you both sank together in the steamy water. “I know. We’re still friends.” You understood what you had gotten into. It was made clear when he asked you if it was okay. “I still like-” Ruggie paused as your eyes widened. “I like hanging out with you.” He corrected himself as you felt your chest ache. Your eyes closed and the two of you sighed. “Maybe we can do more next time...” The hyena murmured and your eyes opened again. 

You caught your reflection staring back at you in the water. Ruggie wants to do this again. There was a possibility of a ‘next time’.  

[flotsamsoul]

If you feel like it... A baking date with Trey... That ends up getting a bit handsy... The rating I leave to your beautiful mind (you know know I am 🫵🌸)

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A/N: It's lovely to see you again... Sakura. I think... Sakura fits nicely. It sounds like a name. I had fun working on this. Since Trey is so handsome and sweet... I hope I was able to make something you enjoy. Even though it's short...

tags: Trey Clover x gn!reader, established relationship, dry humping, kissing wc: 492

You sighed, leaning against the edge of the quartz island counter. You had started baking at 6am with Trey. And just a little after noon, the final batch of tarts was pushed into the oven to bake for today’s UnBirthday Party. Your wrists were sore. Your feet hurt. You felt agitated. And the scent of sugar and flour was starting to nauseate you. A sigh escaped your lips. You leaned against the shiny, quartz counter as Trey went to wash his hands clean of flour and other residue.  

“I’m sorry it took so long! But I appreciate the help a lot.” His voice was gentle as you gave a small nod. “I wouldn’t leave you to do everything by yourself.” Even if you weren’t the best at baking, Trey is your boyfriend. And you didn’t mind helping him when you had the chance to. You knew how inconvenient it could be to bake for the entire dorm. You pushed yourself away from the counter. Tiredly making your way to the sink to rise your palms clean of the butter and flour that clung to your skin. You twisted the rose shaped faucet, rising off your hands as you felt a presence behind you.  

It was Trey. Hands gripping your waist as he held you still. Hugging you close to his body as he pressed his cheek against your head. “My savior...” You could feel him smile as a soft laugh passed his lips. Maybe it was the stress of running around the kitchen. Stressed and tired from cracking walnuts and having to lattice the tarts in thin strips of decorative dough. Trey rolled his hips slowly against your ass.  As he continued grinding, his warm breath tickled your ear. You began rocking in tandem with him. Gasping softly as his cock throbbed against you. His cheek pressed against your temple, his weight on top of you as you were now trapped between him and the countertop space.  

The water continued to run as you relaxed against him. Gripping the edge of the space as he kissed at the side of your face. You felt tense, wanting a little more than grinding. More than feeling his soft kisses make their way over your jawline and to your throat as he dipped his head. How his glasses nudged against your skin as a soft moan escaped your parted lips.  

Your eyes had narrowed in realization. You craned your neck direction of the kitchen doorway. Everyone else was outside in the rose maze. You could hear just the faint chatter of Riddle spitting commands to the other students. All to ensure that the UnBirthday Party would be perfect. “Where are you going?” He whispered as his grip tightened. His grinding seemed a little rougher, like he really did plan to fuck you through your clothes. “... No where.” You answered as you shut off the water and began to work your pants down your thighs.  

[flotsamsoul]

I Don't Care!: Diasomnia

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde

Romantic Jealousy: Based on real or imagined threats to a romantic relationship. There could be a history of infidelity or flirtations; however, this could also be solely based on insecurities. Sexual/Suspicious Jealousy: Based on fears that a partner may have cheated or be engaged in inappropriate communication.

Does he get jealous?

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is very aware that he isn't as social as his peers. So when Floyd comes to tease you he can't help but get emotional...

Malleus crossed his arms over his chest, watching the scene unfold with knit brows. Classes had ended for the day, and Malleus had made his way through the halls to retrieve you from Ace and Deuce and all of the other students that tended to cling and hover around you.

Malleus personally disliked it. It wasn't that you having friends upset him. It was the way they appeared so close. How they all seemed to yearn for your attention. Malleus was the object of your affections. No one else. The only 'person' he begrudgingly shared with was Grim.

So seeing Floyd wrapping his arms around your shoulders left his stoic expression twitching and contorting into a silent fury. Malleus couldn't see your expression. But through body language alone he could tell you were uncomfortable. Floyd cooed and lifted you off your feet as he squeezed your body. Until he noticed Malleus in the corner of his eye.

"Shrimpy, Sea Slug came to getcha." He sang softly as Floyd smiled as he pivoted, holding you against his body as he and Malleus locked eyes. "Guess that means we can't play today." Floyd held his stare with Malleus, disinterested in the way the clear sky began to swirl with darkened clouds. How the wind started to pick up and shake the trees. Floyd snickered before letting you go, you stumbled as your feet suddenly hit the floor, and Malleus reached out to catch you. Causing their locked eyes to break. "Specially 'cause Sea Slug seems mad..." His tone was still playful, but the twin seemed to be making a brisk walk in the other direction down the hall.

Malleus assisted you in standing, his hands holding your shoulders as he looked you over. The silent fury had melted into melancholy. "Are you alright?" He asked, the dark and heavy clouds had began to produce rain over the campus. Something that wasn't on today's forecast until now.

You nodded, thanking him with a sigh. Floyd was too rough, too handsy. You didn't like it. You asked Malleus to lean down so that way you could thank him. You pressed your lips against his cheek. And with his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a dusty rose pink;

The weather had cleared again.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia didn't view himself as insecure. He was just having a hard time seeing Ace so close to you...

Lilia is an old man. You are not. Sometimes he would watch you run and play with those closer to you in age. Lilia was 700 years your senior. He had no issue with taking your hand when he discovered his feelings for you.

But with age comes with new anxieties. He wouldn't live forever. But there was a chance he would outlive you as well.

He stood near the once empty classroom. Listening in on a conversation being had between you and Ace. He never meant to pry on you personal matters unless you brought them up to him. But Lilia couldn't help it. "I do like you." Ace admitted, his tone awkward as Lilia leaned against the wall. His arms crossed as a frown rested on his lips. "And I know you're with Lilia but... I'm just saying, he's a thousand years old-" Lilia's eyes turned towards the tips of his shoes when you corrected Ace. Reminding your classmate that Lilia was a few hundred years younger than one thousand.

The conversation continued with Ace making an attempt to convince you to leave Lilia in exchange for him. Ace is around your age. He's human. And you would be perfectly happy with a more 'natural' arrangement. A Fae and a human was extremely uncommon in this world. In your world, Fae didn't even exist.

You raised your voice, startling Lilia as he listened to you shout at Ace. How he was just a little 'booger' and making a suggestion like this had to be one of many other reasons why he was still single. When Lilia heard you storming towards the door, he dashed down the hall and into another empty classroom to hide.

His heart thudded in his ribs. Lips parted as he caught his breath. His face warm as his hands now clenched into fists at his side. Lilia was upset with Ace making a move on you.

But he was ecstatic to know that you truly did cherish him just as much as he cherished you.

Silver Vanrouge

Silver already has so much to worry about. Something about Deuce being your friend made him worry...

Silver couldn't help how often he dozed off. His head bobbed as he sat on a small plastic chair beside you, leaning back with a stern look as he fought against his desires to sleep.

You were holding a stop watch and a small clipboard. Coding everyone on the track team for their times as Coach Vargas barked for everyone to pick up the pace. Silver didn’t mind. He knew that you liked to help your first year friends.

It was early in the morning on a Saturday. A little chilly, but nothing Silver couldn’t handle. But just for you, he had brought a black parka with the Diasomnia emblem for you to wear as the two of you sat in the cold air.

Now it was time for the team to take a break. Get some water, check on their time, stretch if they needed to. Deuce came over with a bright smile. Silver liked Deuce. He's a good boy with good intentions. He cherishes his mother and he has lots of growing to do. His eyes fluttered shut as the two of you talked. His head bobbed again. Even after an energy drink and a paper cup of coffee, he still couldn't stay awake.

"O-Oh but... I mean we don't have to do it like a date..." The words that left Deuce's lips filled Silver with the energy he needed for his eyes to shoot open. He sat up in his chair and looked at Deuce. "I know Deuce, it's just studying." You smiled up at him. Deuce awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Still smiling as Silver stared in disbelief. Maybe he misheard something.

Deuce wouldn't pull that in front of him. There's no way. "Is it okay if I join?" Silver asked the two of you. His expression hardening as you turned to face him with a soft laugh. "If you want. We're just going over some stuff for a test on Monday." You and Deuce are classmates, even though you're Silvers age.

But something didn't sit right with Silver. Especially since Deuce looked disappointed after he invited himself to the study session. Or 'date', according to Deuce.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek doesn't believe in jealousy. But Ruggie proves that to be false...

Sebek narrowed his eyes, his teeth dragging into his bottom lip as he saw Ruggie holding one of your books above his head. Tossing it between one hand to the other. He was smirking, trying to get you to play with him.

"Is he a middle schooler?!" Sebek huffed and made his way over, now standing behind you as he easily took your textbook back from Ruggie. "Enough! No horseplaying in the halls!" He shouted as the beastman looked up in shock. And so did you. But you looked much happier to see Sebek than Ruggie did.

"Great, Loud Mouth is here." He huffed in annoyance as he folded his hands behind his head. "I was just messing around, don't burst a vein." Ruggie grumbled as Sebek handed you your textbook back. Remaining behind you with his hands now attaching themselves to your shoulders.

"I am not a Loud Mouth! And I am sure the Prefect doesn't appreciate you bothering them." Sebek didn't realize he was causing a scene now. Ruggie started to smirk again. "How would you know?" The hyena asked as he started to take a step away. "You have no idea how close we actually are Sebek. Since you're always gushing about your boyfriend Malleus-" "Lord Malleus is not my boyfriend!" He snapped as he started to slowly process what Ruggie said.

You and Ruggie are friends. Sebek was aware of that. It didn't bother him, until right now. You barked at Ruggie to leave Sebek alone, and the hyena only snickered and made his way down the hall. Vanishing among the sea of students. Sebek is one of Malleus' retainers. His job was to watch over the future king of Briar Valley. Sebek wasn't the best at managing his time between you and Malleus. But he did try.

So what did Ruggie mean by that? Was he just talking to hear his own voice? Or was something else going on?

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Riddle Rosehearts

Most Searched: Dominant Short King

Riddle seems like the guy who would turn up his nose and cross his arms saying 'humpf! I would never stoop as low as to indulge in something so vulgar!'. Very anti porn when people ask him. I don’t think he’s very inclined to pleasure himself but he does get pent up from overworking himself mentally and physically. So I like to think he started with an accidental erotic novel, moved up to peeking at a porn mag, before finally visiting a porn site.

He gets off easiest to things with men similar in height to him. Like a confidence boost if that makes sense? Seeing that even a ‘short king’ can force someone into submission makes his tip sticky. The perfect material for relieving his stress.

He likes seeing men in heels, carrying whips/riding crops, and other 'training tools' during the scenes. He's a light BDSM enjoyer and he likes how there is a power dynamic between both parties. It makes him feel good knowing that he can be normalized during something intimate and usually very vulnerable. He was ashamed of his desires before investing thought into them.

One of the first things he does is look up potential safe words and the world of ‘BDSM’ because he does genuinely like it. Some of the videos look like torture dungeons which is far too advanced for Riddle… He needs things to be lighter and plain. Normal vanilla extract.

His first assumption was he was a dangerous pervert, who would ever want to be swatted with a crop?! But he was wrong. Some people do like it. And that includes him. And hopefully that includes you.

Trey Clover

Most Searched: Big 'O' Compilation

First of all; Trey wants to suck on your nipples while he works you open with his fingers. I know we get the ‘creampie’ jokes. It’s a necessity for Mr. Clover. But as sure as I am that Trey likes to see a hole gush with a load he likes seeing the sub having their toes curl and their eyes roll up into their skull.

I think Trey gets off better when he feels like the porn isn’t fake. Even if it is fake he likes when everyone looks like they feel good.

One sidedness is something he has dealt with (dealing with Riddle and his tantrums) so he became… A martyr on accident? How he cares for others is spoiling them but it can become excessive very fast.

So his idea of a good time mixing with his taste in porn gives him a bonus overstim category. I think when the person being pleasured (the bottom usually) actually looks and sounds like they’re being pleasured it makes him excited.

Have no fear. Trey is happy to make you feel good for the low, low price of; your time and a few kisses.

Cater Diamond

Most Searched: Bisexual Gangbang Party

This is pretty obvious for Cater. But the big reason I picked this one is based around how he sees relationships and how he grew up never having a real connection with anyone. So he likes watching orgies and gangbangs because the idea of so many people having fun makes him excited. That’s why he likes being outgoing in his day to day life.

Cater can clone himself too? So this is a fantasy for him to try at least once or twice. Porn doesn’t always translate to real life interest. So if you asked him to clone himself for an experiment that would be fine. But if you asked to invite someone new that would be a very different story.

I think Cater would actually be insecure if it was a consistent thing in your actual sex life. But again in porn it’s very different. It affects his cock and balls. Not his feelings with you personally.

He also would like watching creampie videos but that’s because part of him thinks it’s oddly romantic? Regardless of gender to have that skin on skin and filling sensation makes his face hot.

Cater hasn’t had a genuine partner outside of a closet quickie or a cheap hotel. So he’s happy that you show interest in him. And maybe you can watch some of his favorite videos with him.

Ace Trappola

Most Searched: Lesbian Soft Core Compilation

I know what I’m talking about when I say this. You can be as mad as you want but I promise you this is what Ace likes he is that brand of annoying.

But also lesbian soft core is fantastic I would know I am a frequent viewer. I think Ace actually prefers making out vs full on sex. Like watching close ups of making out gets him excited or even dry humping and heavy petting? Oh yeah that’s all he needs.

Ace claims that he watches crazy wild videos and that he’s into some ‘freaky’ stuff but he’s pretty plain with his tastes. He just likes lesbian soft core because “If there’s a dude involved that makes me gay! >:(” even though I believe he plays for both teams and he’s in denial.

Ace probably has seeped over into watching gay softcore at some point but he refuses to tell anyone… I think he might dance around cunnilingus and blowjob videos from time to time but he keeps things simple. Maybe brat taming? But in a switch way…

Ace isn’t a bad guy. He’s just someone who wants to experiment. Please don’t check his search history… And please don’t make fun of him…

Deuce Spade

Most Searched: Romantic Amateur

I jokingly headcanoned with a friend the first time he got into porn he accidentally subscribed to something that charged his mom’s card. Or back in the day you could buy porn on your cable network! So it would’ve shown up and she would have seen it… Ruining his life forever. And of course Ace makes fun of him for it…

Deuce in my mind is a switch. But he’s also a very well behaved young man. So I don’t think his searches would be anything outrageous like people might hope. I think he feels the most excited watching amateur porn. Just because it’s not actually acting. It’s two people turning on a camera having sex.

Like soft moaning and ‘I love you’ and light dirty talk makes him super excited. Even seeing the people in the video so close or grinding on one another gets him riled up.

I don't think he would be into the Hollywood level adult films at all. Knowing subconsciously it's all fake might make him soft. In my opinion... I don't think Deuce would ever be comfortable with a one night stand or any form of quick hookup. He comes off as someone who sees sex as vulnerable and it's something he can only do with a trusted partner!

You need to be dating or married to have sex it’s just how the world works. He likes watching the actors kiss and touch and actually look like they’re into each other. Where in the professional films it’s all about hard and fast and it’s just too much for him. And Deuce is a fast learner. He might be able to recreate some of his favorite videos with you; only if you’re cool with it.

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Happy April Fool’s Day 🤡

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His face is so fucking ugly I love him sm

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