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Would the TWST boys wake up to your alarm?

Summary: Would the TWST boys wake up to your alarm and how would they react to it?

Characters: All NRC students (-Ortho)

Warnings: none(?) (please correct me if I'm wrong)

A/N: I'm working on the Riddle SMAU, but it's taking longer than I expected. Enjoy these silly head cannons while you wait.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Yes and he’s grateful for it. His mother made him wake himself up. She didn’t allow him to get an alarm clock and just expected him to wake up, and that’s not exactly an easy thing to do. While he’s happy, he is used to waking up earlier than you. He probably gets up at 5:30- 6 am, I could never. He would either set up an alarm on his phone or ask if you could set one on your phone. If you set one for him on your phone, he would be grateful, but if you didn’t, he would understand. On the mornings where he wants to sleep in, he would turn off his alarm and let yours wake him up.

Trey Clover:

Yes. He would wake up to your alarm, but he doesn’t. Why? Because he has his own alarm. His alarm is set to the same time as yours because he’s not willing to get up at the crack of dawn. If you sleep through your alarm, he’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed. He’ll make sure he knows what you like for breakfast and he’ll make sure to make it perfect for you. He likes making breakfast for you so much that you may find your alarm has been silenced.

Cater Diamond:

Yes and it upsets him. He groans, flops himself on top of you and tells you to turn it off. If you do, he’ll nuzzle into you and fall back asleep. If you don’t he’ll climb over you and turn it off himself. If you want him to wake up, you’ll have to wake him up yourself. He has made a few magicam posts about your alarm. “Their alarm is the only thing I dislike about them.” -The first post Cater made when you first slept over. He tells you to turn the sound down or you’re never sleeping over again. The ideal volume is none. He’s asking you to delete it.

Ace Trappola:

It takes at least 3 alarms to wake him up and if you have that, he’ll be upset. He doesn’t like waking up and when he wakes up from an alarm? He’s not happy. He’ll reach over you and try to turn your alarm off while sleepily complaining. You can’t even understand what he’s saying because his words are all slurred and quiet. Once he’s fully awake, he’ll make complaints that you can understand.

Deuce Spade:

It takes 2 alarms to wake him and he’d be glad if you had that. He’s slept in more than he likes to admit so he’s very glad that your alarms wake him up. He’ll be a bit confused at first and ask you what that noise is. You’ll have to remind him to get out of bed or he’ll just sit there trying not to fall asleep again. He’s happy your alarms wake him up and he lets you know.

Leona Kingscholar:

It takes 5 alarms to wake him up and he hopes to the sevens you don’t have that much. If you do have that many alarms, he’ll be pissed. He’ll straight up tell you to delete it. He’ll make you delete it. If you don’t then he’ll send you back to your dorm. If you’re really adamant about waking up, he’ll get Ruggie to wake you up.

Ruggie Bucchi:

It helps him wake up. He’s used to waking up early to get him and his grandma breakfast so he naturally wakes up early. If your alarm is natural volume (not too loud, not too quiet) he’s glad that it helps him. If it’s loud, it’ll scare him. He grew up in a pretty cut-throat environment and he’s used to something trying to attack him. Please, turn your alarm down for him. If it helps you wake up, he’ll wake you up himself. Just please turn it down or turn it off. His poor heart can’t take it.

Jack Howl:

He wakes up earlier than you do. The first thing he does when he wakes up is go for a jog so he doesn’t hear your alarm. He doesn’t even know you have one. When he gets back after his jog and you’re still asleep, he’ll wake you up and offer to make you breakfast. It’s just bland cereal and milk though so if that’s not what you like, make your own.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He wakes up early. It’s what a good business person does. He’s very tired when he does though. He’s groggy and he’s trying to keep his eyes open. But, you see, he grew up in the Coral Sea. The Coral Sea is known to be a very dangerous place. Jade has said that it’s very cut-throat, so Azul has gotten attacked (probably) more than once. He hears your alarm and is sent into a full blown panic. He’s fully awake now. He shakes you awake and tells you that something’s attacking. You have to turn off your alarm and explain it to him. He eventually gets used to it. Remember to be patient with him when he wakes you up the moment your alarm goes off.

Jade Leech:

Jade has his own alarm. He wakes up really early but is still groggy. He’s thankful to have your alarm wake him up as well. He would wake up from his alarm and just kinda sit up in bed and stare at the wall, and then your alarm goes off and he finally gets out of bed. He’s especially grateful if you wake up from your alarm so he has someone to talk to while getting ready. (And he totally won’t convince you to wake up Floyd for him /s).

Floyd Leech:

Oh no. You need a new phone. The alarm goes off and Floyd lunges at it and crushes your phone. And when you get mad at him, he blames you. He tells you that you should’ve turned it off before it woke him up (Like he didn’t destroy it the second it went off). He’ll buy you a new phone if you can make him feel better after being woken up like that. Maybe turn off your alarm when you sleep over again.

Kalim Al-Asim:

He doesn’t have an alarm. He has people to wake him up so he never needed an alarm. He’ll wake up when your alarm goes off and thinks someone’s calling you. He’ll just nuzzle into your arm and murmur about someone calling you. When you tell him it’s your alarm, he’s confused. He thought everyone got woken up by other people. Whenever he hears your alarm go off, he hurries to turn it off so he can continue cuddling with you.

Jamil Viper:

He has his own alarm, but sometimes it’s best if he doesn’t wake up to it. His alarm goes off super early, like 5 am early. With how much he does, he’ll sometimes sleep through it. The first time you slept over, he slept through his alarm, but woke up to yours and he assumes someone changed the time his alarm goes off. Even though he claims that he hates sleeping through his alarm, sometimes he’ll turn it off before going to bed so he can wake up with you.

Vil Schoenheit:

He also has an alarm that goes off earlier than yours. He’ll be in his bathroom doing early morning skincare when he hears your alarm go off. He waits a few minutes before returning to see if you woke up. If you didn’t, he’ll wake you up and tell you that you should wake up the moment your alarm goes off. If you did, he’ll ask how you slept and tell you to brush your teeth, take a shower, etc. etc. (If your alarm is super loud, he’ll ask about your mental health).

Rook Hunt:

Rook is the lightest sleeper in the school. It’s his hunting instincts. In fact, if you asked him, he’d say he never truly feels like he’s asleep (He says it more theatrically). So, technically, no. Your alarm doesn’t wake him up, because he wasn’t asleep. He’ll tell you how beautiful your alarm sounds. It could be set to a tornado warning sound and he’ll still think it’s beautiful (just like you). If you don’t wake up from your alarm, he’ll continue to lay in bed with you. You don’t move, he won’t move.

Epel Felmier:

Your alarm wakes him up and he’s grumpy. It doesn’t matter what wakes him up, he’ll be grumpy. He needs coffee. He wakes up and just curls himself around you. If you insist on getting up, he insists you bring him coffee. If you make him get up, he’ll groan and complain, but get up anyway.

Idia Shroud:

He has his own alarm. He calls it “Ortho”. He’s used to Ortho coming and waking him up, so when your alarm goes off, and wakes him up, he’s confused. Was that his phone? Is someone calling him? Oh sevens, he hopes not. When he realizes it’s your alarm, he calms down. He had a mini panic attack when he thought someone was calling him. If you didn’t wake up from it, he just pokes you and if that doesn’t wake you up, he just lays back down.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus doesn’t know what an alarm is. Your alarm goes off and he shoots up in bed ready to attack whatever broke in (At least it woke him up?). You just have to sleepily explain what an alarm is. Every morning he forgets and still thinks something or someone broke in. Give him a bit of time to let it sink in. He’ll get used to it, eventually.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia has his own alarm. Five to be exact. None of them wake him up. So, why would your alarm be any different? Lilia is a heavy sleeper, especially if he spent the night playing video games. The only way to make sure he gets up is to drag him out of bed. He thanks you for getting him up and offers to make you breakfast as a “thank you”.

Silver Vanrouge:

It doesn’t wake him up. His own alarms don’t wake him and neither does yours. I mean, a loud alarm would wake him, but he’d also rush to grab his sword because he thinks someone’s attacking. You’re gonna have to wake him yourself. Just shake him awake and tell him to wake up. He apologizes for making you wake him up, and it’s best to just accept it. You can try and tell him it isn’t his fault, but he’ll keep insisting until you “forgive” him (there's nothing to forgive).

Sebek Zigvolt:

He wakes up the moment it goes off. He's up and ready to fight. He looks at your phone, sees that it’s an alarm and asks what’s happening. Just like with Malleus, you have to explain what an alarm is. He doesn’t approve. What do you mean you can’t wake up on your own accord? He thought that was just Silver. He offers to wake you up in place of your alarm. The offer is not as nice as it sounds. He essentially yells in your ear to wake up. The alarm is better.

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Azul Ashengrotto x afab Reader - Aphrodisiac + Breeding

💜 summary: After an alchemy accident, you and Azul end up covered in an aphrodisiac potion ༶༶༶ 💜 warnings: afab reader, smut, LOTS OF BREEDING KINK, pregnancy mention, porn with plot??? ༶༶༶ 💜 word count: 8.4k words I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED ༶༶༶ 💜 song: Vapor - 5 Seconds of Summer "I wanna feel you in my veins I want to breathe you in like a vapor I want to be the one you remember I want to feel your love like the weather, all over me" ༶༶༶ 💜 inspired by: this ask thank you! ♡✧*:･ﾟ

As a magicless human, Alchemy had always been your favorite class at Night Raven College. Despite lacking an innate aptitude for spell-casting, mixing and crafting potions was an artform that didn't require magic in order to bring spectacular effects into the world. Alchemy classes provided a refuge—a safe space with no barrier for entry where you could excel instead of feeling singled out for being an oddity in a sea of talented mages. You relished in the opportunity to learn about new components and elements, excitedly observing as volatile chemicals bubbled in heated pots to produce glowing, glittery pastes.

Much to your suspicion, Azul had always been particularly enthused to help you with potions, boasting how he was the most adept in the class due to his academic proficiencies, and that he was certain you'd find success with his aid. He took special interest in mentoring you, watching your delicate, nimble movements as you worked, walking you through procedures and detailed steps, and speaking knowledgeably about the ingredients in a tone that oozed expertise. His tutelage had helped you reach impressive grades on even the most challenging assignments. It wasn’t long before you found yourself spellbound by his charming intellect, deceivingly sweet demeanor, and the addictively intense gaze of his unique blue eyes.

There was always a subtle mischief hidden behind the smiling eyes and the easy charisma that suggested an ulterior motive lurking beneath his silver-tongue. Based on your observations of his interactions with other students, you assumed this was a ploy in hopes that if you had taste of the sweet, intoxicating elixir of power and success, you'd become desperate for more of his help, consequentially making you subservient and open to the idea of contracting yourself to him. In defiance of your paranoia that his motivations are not entirely altruistic, you did always feel an odd prickle in the air when he stood right behind you to monitor your actions. That sensation, a fiery buzz that hummed in your lower abdomen, always gave your heart flutters and kept you on edge as Azul's calm breaths ghosted against your hair and sent ripples of warm pleasure tingling through you. Your breath hitched in your throat as his large, gloved palms gently guided you through your motions, brushing over the bare skin on your knuckles or arms, leaving electric jolts where you felt his warmth. He smelled crisp like ocean breeze, an inviting fragrance that enveloped your mind and wrenched you out of reality and into his heady fantasy—a scene in which all you can taste are the thick, sweet notes of his dark intentions, and all you could do was choke on his cloying, dominating allure. He didn't ask permission to touch you or indicate an appropriate method to teach—no, his hands simply snaked around your waist and ran along your curves, slowly learning the feeling of your soft flesh through his gloves. Each time, you couldn't help but sink a little closer to his chest, instinctively chasing the seductive ambience radiating off of him, drowning in his captivating presence as though he was the tide pulling you under. There was no denying it—you wanted more of him.

Today's lab was no different, the air was tense and thick with charged attraction, filled with sexual tension so palpable it could be cut with a knife. The assignment was to experimentally combine various liquids, mixing and adjusting for better consistency, until you found a formula to concoct a viable, bountiful healing potion that would greatly ease the effects of injury. This assignment was a notoriously difficult, energy-draining procedure that required extreme vigilance to avoid an adverse chemical reaction that would result in a completely different type of potion, although Crewel didn’t elaborate on the exact details. After carefully pouring two compounds—one a milky white, and the other a vivid magenta—into a tall, cylindrical flask, Azul cautiously peered over your shoulder to check your concoction's progress as you stirred them. With one arm outstretched against the table to secure a good vantage point, he rested his other on your waist and leaned in closer as he studied the bubbling pink mixture. After adding an infusion of ground powder, a burst of sparkles clouded the interior of the flask, a telltale sign you were on the right track. This is the portion of the experiment where you needed to take extra caution to mix the elements together in perfect precision without faltering or taking your eyes away from your project, a delicate operation requiring the utmost concentration. Suddenly, Grim barges in and jumps on the lab station in excitement, yapping about how he wants to help, despite you and Azul explaining multiple times he has a proven history of destroying your projects.

The moment the little cat-monster attempts to extend his claws into your precious potion, Azul reacts automatically with surprising speed, his hands fly in a frenzy to scoop Grim away from your chemistry equipment. "Get off that this instant, Grim! You have no business here! Get your little paws out of that glassware this instant before you ruin another assignment! Do not interrupt us! Get away from there immediately!" Azul scolds him repeatedly while chasing him around the room, attempting to steer him to the door. "Why you foolish beast! You're far more of a liability than an asset! This experiment requires extreme care and concentration to avoid failure—a common result of your erratic, clumsy behavior!" His expression hardens with anger, eyebrows drawing into a line as Grim hisses defiantly. The little monster still hasn't relented, his hind legs clumsily scrabbling and slipping in Azul's grip as he tries desperately to cling onto the edge of the lab table, hoping for a quick paw-hold. A heavy, frustrated sigh escapes Azul's nostrils, his face morphing into one of desperation, pleading with the troublesome cat-creature to just leave you to focus your project in peace.

"How very annoying... To think he would willingly place himself in danger without even stopping to consider the consequences... what a foolish and irresponsible creature," he exhales irritably, struggling to wrestle Grim from his precarious position as his composure begins to slip, agitation creeping through his voice and shattering his typical polished and suave illusion of unflappable equanimity. He continues to scold Grim as he chases him around your station, gritting his teeth and losing his cool as the monster's cries of distress and denial ring through the entire room. Grim is an unrelenting little bastard who won't quit squirming. There isn't the slightest semblance of remorse or pity on his stupid, feline face, and Azul feels his resolve crack as he becomes utterly fed up with this spoiled brat's behavior. Grim continues to kick and howl his way through Azul's grip, determined to aid with your Alchemy project, but his clumsy movements start causing your potion to bubble and ripple in an unsettling manner. You shriek his name, begging him to just settle the hell down and be a team player.

It happens in a matter of seconds—a fizzling sound grabs your attention. You turn back around quickly and notice your reaction beginning to froth violently. Your eyes widen in horror and your mouth drops in disbelief. Azul notices your fear-wide eyes and immediately stops his futile efforts to reprimand Grim. In an instant, his gaze reflects the alarm in yours and the blood drains from his already pale cheeks. Grim runs out in a screaming huff as he exits in a frenzied flurry, knowing when to take a hint and make a clean getaway. At this point, the compound is pouring heavily from the top of the flask, spewing out onto the heating device and coating the table below. The chemical reaction is completely beyond your control now, its speed increasing exponentially, bubbling and exploding, kicking out thick, unmanageable clouds of murky pink and purple fumes. Within seconds, it covers the lab tables in an almost misty haze as you choke and sputter in a coughing fit, Azul gasping and choking right alongside you, panic flashing across his face. An eerie glow seeps through the thick liquid as a swirling mist appears from inside the glass. Without warning, it erupts directly toward the two of you before either of you have time to take cover—shattering the flask and showering the fronts of your faces and bodies in its noxious, intoxicating fluids. Both you and Azul choke out muffled yells and groans, the sticky, glittering mixture clinging to the fabric of your clothes and the exposed skin on your faces.

The next thing either of you register is Crewel's obnoxious bark as he spits out sharp commands to open the windows and clear out all the air from the room. Coughing, you gasp for fresh oxygen, suddenly becoming very aware of how fast your heart is racing. It thumps so hard and so forcefully inside of your ribcage that the noise reverberates loudly in your ears, overwhelming your senses. However, no amount of labored inhaling can free you from the toxic, vaporous gas; every molecule in your lungs has already been bombarded and completely overcome by the potion’s effects. As its intoxication takes hold of you, a wicked fever seems to roar within you, followed by a horribly slow heat that makes your limbs ache. Every orifice of your body is saturated by the miasma—liquid slips between your lips, gushing down the front of your body to coat your exposed neck and chest. You taste the surprisingly sweet potion on the inside of your mouth; its taste lingers sweet and tacky on the flat of your tongue, coating your throat. You'd panic that you just consumed some horrific cocktail with traces of corrosion or stomach-rotting acid, if it weren't for the fact that Crewel seems more frustrated than concerned for your well-being. Rather than damaging you, whatever substance was expelled seems to be having quite the opposite effect; you feel your body becoming more energetic, your head becoming lighter, and a bubbling rush of warmth seems to radiate all over from the inside out, changing your physiology into a fertile garden in need of sowing. Adrenaline rushes through you and awakens your basal instincts, forcing you to acknowledge every excruciating detail of your body in an erotic manner. Arousal slithers through your veins like venom, poisoning all remaining thoughts and rationality, as a throbbing, almost blinding wave of pleasure overtakes your body. You become intensely, achingly aware of your physical needs, and all those needs center upon an impassioned desire to be filled, stretched, and seeded full—the frantic urge to be bred nearly splits you in half and makes your lower belly cramp in a hot flash of want. For a second, you hear Azul stutter something to you, his voice wavering on the verge of cracking with the desire that the aphrodisiac had triggered. You lock eyes with Azul, pupils blown wide as lust makes his oceanic gaze shimmer. The front of his slacks have grown embarrassingly tight with the straining girth of his aroused cock. You meet his clouded eyes, almost embarrassed by your wanton thoughts and the desperate throbbing between your thighs.

It is only a split second of recognition, a blurry, sweaty haze of unfathomable passion, before your shared moment is interrupted. Crewel shouts at you to look him in the eyes, snapping you out of your sexual frenzy, even if only for a split second. He stares at you, his gray-streaked hair framing the contoured features of his face as he cocks an eyebrow. The elder gives your flushed skin and trembling body a once-over.

"Just as I thought. It's a dopamine-based aphrodisiac. At least nothing fatal or life threatening, but enough to send you both into a delirious, euphoric-fueled rut," he assesses calmly, unfazed. "What's more, the way the explosion altered the structure of the compound has made its properties even more potent and uncontrollable. In terms you incompetent pups will understand, we're past the stage of antidote or reprieve, and you both have mere moments before the hormones will reach maximum capacity and you two will need to find some private location to release the effects..." He trails off. From his expression, you can tell there is more he would like to add to the situation, yet a worrisome crinkle furrows his brow as his eyes remain on Azul, as though assessing whether the situation is really as under control as he wishes. "Both of you bad dogs listen carefully. Do not even dare to even breathe a word of what transpired here—you are to wait in isolation for five to eight hours until its effects wear off. Under no circumstances should you share physical contact with anyone else for the remainder of the day." He holds Azul's gaze longer than necessary, silently threatening him not to take advantage of this situation—but Azul seems far too caught up in the spell and too infatuated by the burning image of you, sweating, panting, and splayed before him.

"Should anyone at all realize that the two of you have taken any sort of love potion or been afflicted in this manner, it could create a massive scandal, and I'll punish you both so mercilessly for causing such an indiscretion, you'll be licking my boots in front of the entire school!" his deep voice booms in threat. "Have I made myself understood, dear pets?" Crewel snaps, the sting of his whip making both you and Azul wince and nod profusely. He leads you and Azul to the decontamination area of the lab, ushering you two into separate stalls so you can change into fresh, dry garments and wipe off the evidence of the explosion from the potion. When you both emerge, it takes Crewel less than a second to glance from the massive bulge straining against Azul's clothing, to where your heaving, quivering chest is spilling over the low neckline, your nipples hard and pressing obscenely through the thin fabric. He glares down his nose at the two of you in distaste.

"Five to eight hours," he hisses, eyes narrowing, almost sizing you and Azul up like he's waiting for one of you to give in to the pressure of the aphrodisiac. He throws open a back door, gesturing for you and Azul to disappear. Azul leaves first, a flushed, jumbled mess of conflicting emotions that are only intensified as he can feel every agonizing beat of his aroused heart pulse in the heat of his hard dick. You follow closely behind, but before you can cross the doorway, Crewel shoots his hand out to grip you by the upper arm, turning you to him as he towers over you, giving you an intense glare before sighing and pulling a small vial of bluish, iridescent potion from his bag and thrusting it into your hands.

"Since I know you won't be able to resist such a delectable temptation from that damn fishy bastard," his words drip with annoyance as he continues, "at least be safe, Pup. Go have a nice screw if that's what you really desire. The serum I just gave you is a contraceptive—just one sip and you will have full reproductive control, in case Azul isn't a decent man about his desires." You blink up at him in utter bewilderment. "Under no circumstances will I allow my star pupils to fall prey to the temptations and consequences of unprotected intimacy in the midst of this reckless hormone rush... I can't allow something like this to affect you or your ambitions. My students can only go to greater places." You feel his eyes burning with concern as he brushes your cheek, sending you a warning in his eyes and urging you to please think it through and consider it. "You are interested in Azul, are you not? I won't allow you to get involved in anything you don't consent to. If you don't feel safe, I can escort you straight to Ramshackle dorm and I will handle Ashengrotto myself." His stare, once cold and imposing, is now warm with protective care, as he looks you up and down with a gentle softness you didn't expect from your professor. The paternalistic expression on his face strikes your soul and pulls on your heartstrings a bit. After all, it's the type of support you feared was lost to you once you found yourself trapped in Twisted Wonderland with no hope of ever seeing your family again. With all the gentleness of a father, he squeezes your shoulder and gazes deeply into your eyes. You assure him that it's okay, you trust Azul. Nodding, your professor finally allows you passage out the door.

You had barely made it beyond the courtyard doors before Azul approached you with a sickly sweet, almost giddy look on his face. His steel-blue irises burned bright with anticipation, accompanied by a hint of something dark and salacious flickering in the shadows. The corners of his lips pulled taut, curling upward in a devious smile. A tremulous shudder passed through you and prickled up your spine at the thought of those hypnotizing eyes studying you while you lay enraptured beneath him, completely at his mercy. As he takes a few tentative steps toward you, his right hand glides and rests softly on your hip, making you gasp with surprise, your heartbeat fluttering and pounding deafeningly in your ears. Azul leans close to your ear, his breath coming out in hot, rapid pants, a carnal excitement that threatens to spill over and devour you whole. You swallow in nervous expectation, hardly daring to look into his lustful gaze. With his elegant index finger, he lifts your chin up and you are left gasping and flushed beneath him, lips parted to beg him for more as his gentle caress lingers. He flashes a devilishly handsome smile before tracing your lower lip with a seductive slowness. "Please, allow me to escort you back to Octavinelle where I can properly tend to you and your condition," the breathiness of his voice and his lack of composure cause your clit to throb, your inner walls pulsating, pleading to be stretched and ravaged. His lecherous advances and insinuations combined with the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins is making you so aroused, even standing close to him is threatening to make you cum. The very fabric of his essence seems to burn a shade darker—there is a terrifying intensity to his ardent desire for you, yet also a rawness and exposure you hadn't seen on his usually suave and polished facade.

Your whole body flushes when your gaze lands upon the size of his aching erection, an impressive tent straining tightly against his immaculate slacks, begging for attention through the dark material of his trousers. There is a manic, primal gleam that's spreading rapidly across his entire visage; he looks rabid with uncontainable greed, and you shudder at the thought that Azul will use your body to satisfy his own dark and twisted curiosities. "Please... It's the least I could do. After all, our most unfortunate situation is all due to my own recklessness," Azul pleads. His tone of voice is unwaveringly convincing in its sweet charm, yet you cannot escape the licentious twinkle that betrays his intentions, eyes ablaze with passion and lips quivering at the thought of making you his forever.

"Please... Just let me serve you and tend to your every whim," he begs. Even though the tone of his voice suggests innocence, you're reminded once more that Azul Ashengrotto believes the true intent in a plea is only to benefit his own ambitions—how ironic, then, that you find yourself overwhelmed with the desire to listen to the velvety cadence of his whispered sweet-nothings until you orgasm multiple times around the girth of his hard dick. Before you can speak, he reaches out and threads his fingers between your own. It was impossible to say no to the lilting honey of his tone, nor was there any will to fight as his firm and commanding hands ushered you towards the teleportation door. He practically pulls you into the mirror with him, and with a twinkly, delighted laugh, his covetous hand grasps you harder than ever as the portal draws closer, his eyes and touch almost reverential—eager, desperate, craving. The surface of the mirror swallows both of you up as the shadows distort the edges of your vision. The whole world spins around you both before the smell of the sea overwhelms your senses—the crispness of ocean air fills your lungs, and a feeling of cool relief washes over your flushed skin. In seconds, Azul is shoving you into an elevator and hitting the button to his suite. When the metal doors slide open, he gently shuffles you forward as he urges your body closer and closer toward his bedroom.

After his dorm door slams shut, your bodies mindlessly work to free the other's of their pesky and offending clothing, eager and restless fingers tearing and ripping at each article as though your lives depended on it. As each piece of clothing is discarded on the floor, new heated skin presses desperately into another as your erotic moans reverberate through the air. It feels electric, the way your sensitive, exposed bodies seek each other out, pawing and grasping at any available flesh and kissing any naked skin you can reach. Your hot, yearning mouth hungrily seeks Azul's for an urgent, feverish kiss—it is sloppy, desperate, almost savage as you share the intensity of your lusty feelings, gasping into each other's mouths, sucking, nibbling, tasting the sweet and sticky aphrodisiac concoction still lingering on both of your tongues. When Azul finally sheds his trousers, his painfully erect member juts out, throbbing and eager, bouncing happily and proudly as it quivers with eagerness. His knees weaken at the sudden release of the tension he'd suffered since the accident, the air a bit brisk against the heat of his erection, which begs to nestle itself securely into an inviting heat and fill your womb with the lusty seed it desires to spurt forth. His cock is ruddy and reddened, and his sack hangs swollen and tight with pent-up pressure. He doesn't think it possible for it to throb and swell even larger, yet its angry head and veins grow dark and twitch from his hot blood pumping. His hand mindlessly falls to his cock, and at the first stroke to his aching member, a needy whine catches in his throat. There is no time for shyness or apprehension. Whatever spell you were both under was driving you forward—like two planets caught in the gravity of an irresistible force, each gravitationally pulled toward the other with no means to stop. The rational part of his brain has been overwhelmed by an urgent instinct. Azul knows without a shadow of doubt that the only cure for this overwhelming haze of sexual depravity is to thrust himself deep inside the hot, velvety cunt of his precious lab partner.

Next thing you knew, you were pushed roughly, falling backwards before connecting against the smooth, luxurious blankets covering his mattress. He follows eagerly, letting his entire weight drop against your form and trapping your supple body beneath his. It was then, right then, when Azul found that the feeling of his aroused cock pressing against your thigh was unbelievably divine—a warm and pleasant tingling sensation spreading all over his hot, hard shaft and emanating out from his loins. With a contented hum, Azul can't resist the urge to buck his hips against your warm skin, stroking his arousal a little further, groaning at the exquisite friction. What a delicious sight you are—all nude and aroused—splayed and exposed across his bed. The effects of the potion have left you looking thoroughly wrecked, legs open, dripping and hot with an aroma so alluring, it nearly knocks the air out of his lungs. You are positively lovely, just as he'd always dreamed, with your petals unfurled and beckoning, enticing him further and drawing him in as your soft moans coaxed his cock in closer. To see you writhing and panting, the flush of your skin as you burned with longing for him...it was exactly as he'd always wanted it, almost as though someone had crafted the perfect image just to fulfill his darkest wishes. A surge of erotic fantasy comes upon him, and Azul's breath hitches in his throat as he ponders, briefly, about your womb filled with his seed, his beautiful angelfish round with child. He wants nothing more than to unceremoniously bury himself as deep within as he can, to push his thick, pulsating shaft as far as you could manage and stay buried to the hilt for days. His body quivers with excitement as a particularly vulgar dream reenters his mind. He had longed, always, to possess a most lascivious power over you—the power to make you writhe and squirm in bliss, and more importantly, in total and unbreakable dependence and submission for him—the neediest, sluttiest mess imaginable. Perhaps he'd have to thank Grim later for consequentially bringing about this fortunate chain of events.

Azul begins stroking himself fully, unabashed in his view of the sight before him. You don't protest the show. In fact, a high pitched, whimpery moan escapes you as you bite into your thumb to stifle the volume, but the sound is not missed, the harsh pang in his cock proof enough. After some thought, he realizes that he much preferred when you had been writhing and moaning quite uninhibitedly a moment earlier. You shift uncomfortably underneath his heated gaze as his eyes drink in every little curve, every little wrinkle and fold of your dripping pussy. Your toes curl inward and the ache deep within you demands attention. "You're so perfect, my little angelfish. Your body is exactly as I imagined," his saccharine voice admits as he leans forward, letting his fingers dance across the swell of your breasts. His left hand cradles your jaw and throat as his right continues its delicate massage across the plush pillow of your breasts, toying with the perked nubs of your nipples as his thumbs swirl small circles against the delicate flesh.

Azul's gentle touch ignites flames under his fingertips that follow his descent down to the juncture of your legs. The first brush against your swollen bundle of nerves and slit has your spine arching upwards, making his cock throb even more painfully, stiffening under the visual of your trembling body. A whine escapes and your hips grind involuntarily, the heat building intensely as his fingers begin to experimentally spread your folds slowly, running the tip of a finger from your core to the hood of your pearl. Without warning, Azul swipes upwards, expertly pulling back the hood and exposing the raw, sensitive flesh of nerves underneath, pinching down on the fleshy bud and causing you to yelp loudly in shock. With a satisfied grin, his forefinger begins to toy and tweak the hardened bud, rubbing gentle, rhythmic patterns over and over against the bundle as a chorus of delightful, high-pitched squeals fill his dormitory. After a few more ministrations, his hands continue down, delving his fingers straight into the moistened and heated opening, swiping up the slick mess you had coated his palm in. Two long fingers deftly slip right between your folds, caressing their way around your labia, your wet walls clenching around his fingertips desperately. "This wetness, for me?" Azul chuckles wickedly, crooking his fingers upward and brushing your g-spot with a knowing curl of his fingers, sending you spasming, gasping, and writhing in ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering wildly. "Oh, my dearest—so precious, my angelfish. That's it, so beautiful, just for me..." His voice drips with lecherous intent, his body moving without even the slightest hint of hesitation as though you were merely an extension of his own and not even a separate entity. Your wetness coats his fingers easily as Azul keeps sliding his fingers into your wet heat until the pads of his fingers touch all your deepest, hidden places, causing more sweet moans to fall from your lips and echo through his room. He scissors and curls his digits inside, stroking you slowly as though wanting to feel every bump, crease, and ridge along your walls, claiming his ownership over your deepest parts with a sinister delight.

A pressure builds and teeters precariously right at the precipice—the curling of his digits work feverishly to milk every drop of pleasure he can from your shuddering body, the warm flood of wetness drenching his eager fingers and making his head fall back with a sensuous moan. He continues with his relentless assault against your pussy, whispering filthy compliments about how badly he wanted to fuck you and how sexy it is when you take his fingers so well. Your legs flutter open wider, inviting his slim and nimble digits deeper within you, fucking them vigorously as your release begins to pool, rising closer to the boiling point. The aphrodisiac grips its poisonous talons deeper into your mind, warping and bending everything into an unshakable desire to submit yourself and your pleasure to the hands of the devious sea creature above you. He leans down, his silvery eyes roving over your face in an intense appraisal, his features drawn in with concentration, mapping out how to unravel you—there wasn't an emotion or micro expression that slipped past his vision as he carefully considered all the factors of how best to please and overwhelm your body with incomparable rapture. There isn't anything else beyond the present—no outside forces, nor worries about the consequences of being intimate. There's simply no room in your mind to think at this point, the cloudiness of the effects rendering your body vulnerable—you give yourself up entirely. He drinks up every breath, every shake and shiver, as he continues calculating your climax, relishing in each tiny noise or action he drew from you, meticulous with the acquisition of your bliss.

"Yes. Give in." he laughs maniacally, his face fully consumed in the intense madness of his lustful insanity. "Give in to every sensation. Let me drive you wild... Do as I command and cum," Azul demands you through his laughter, his breathing rapid and heavy as he watches your eyes rolling back. He moans in awe as the loud, slick sounds of his hand filling your soaking cunt meet his ears and a deep flush travels across his collarbones. His own needy cock leaks, eagerly anticipating what's next as its engorged state bulges obscenely, its every vein throbbing with virile desperation. Your high-pitched moans continue for some time as his pace stays fast, until you can finally feel your entire body tensing up, the fire coiling inside your gut ready to explode any moment. Everything builds higher and higher to the peak, every muscle and nerve fiber in your body primed to receive that last push that would send you catapulting over the cliff. As he feels your walls tremble, Azul moans along with your high-pitched wailing. A deranged smile stretches across his face and his silver eyes fill with amusement and fascination. 

Azul leans into your ear, whispering sweet nothings mixed with commanding, demanding words to finally succumb, "That's it...Let go..." He twists and digs deeper, stroking the perfect places inside you, hitting the correct spots relentlessly in an overload of mind-bending, debauchery-fueled, electric-spark pleasure, forcing your senses to dissociate from reality. His thrusting hand matches the frantic racing of his own heart, unable to keep the carnal fever down. "Give in... submit yourself fully, and surrender that orgasm. It's mine. I've worked for it, and now it belongs only to me." He whispers in a devilish growl, nibbling on your ear as his strokes become rougher, harder, faster—you can hardly stand the overwhelming force of your pleasure before its sweet relief crashes like waves. A broken moan leaves your mouth, a pure exaltation of uncontrolled passion. Noises come tumbling out and spilling over until you finally dissolve into a messy orgasm, shrieking his name in pleasure as his hand slows its motions but doesn't stop, keeping its pressure steady and rocking the whole of your existence until your mind goes blank. "Such a good, obedient angelfish, giving me all of your sweet, succulent cum... all for me, yes?" Azul hums sweetly, teasingly. "Oh, this is so precious," he sighs, feeling the quaking and trembling of your fluttering walls. His expression melts into one of deep satisfaction and pride.

"There you go, my lovely angelfish. Just as I said I would," Azul croons. Without another word, his hand, wet with your desire, abandons its ministrations, pulling from your depths with a slick pop, leaving your empty cunt to tremble from his absence. Azul brings his fingers to his mouth for a lewd taste test, licking the juices from his hand as a self-indulgent smirk plays upon his lips. As he rolls the digits around his tongue, sampling the essence of your cunt, a sharp groan rumbles deep from within his chest, the vibration coursing down his spine and directly into his throbbing member. Even as his breath grows heavy from the feeling of his needy cock, the smug, triumphant smirk doesn't disappear. He enjoys the honeyed, tangy sweetness and savors the lingering sensation on his taste buds—another string attached, making it utterly impossible for him to let go. A low chuckle is heard from deep in his chest, dark and hauntingly mirthful. From his pleased sigh, you could easily read the insatiable hunger growing within his gleaming eyes—clearly the lust in his loins has only been ignited further—a starving, manic beast hungry for even more from your yielding form, an insatiable craving that can't be satiated so easily. His cock visibly twitches, begging for him to mount you and thrust his painfully aroused length as far as he can manage deep into your eager, spasming pussy. The aphrodisiac courses through his veins with all the potency of a tropical storm, whipping every nerve into a frenzy as the instinct takes hold in Azul's most primordial thoughts and drives all those cravings with an irrepressible urgency—he simply has to get your pregnant. Azul's cheeks flush with a reddish-pink shade as he fixates on you, the hunger in his gaze absolutely feral, filled with a single-minded lustful determination to breed you.

When your eyes meet his maddened, love-struck stare, you are overcome with the same desperation radiating from your womb, urging to be stuffed and claimed by his thick load. At last, the two of you had connected in this all-consuming fire—a conflagration of desire so severe and a love so encompassing that both of you could do nothing more than dance on the ashes and burn with the flames. In that moment of recognition, an irresistible, bewitching aura emanates from him and mesmerizes you as the air of mystery dissipates from his visage, the eroticized specter of the fearsome and dangerous, devious mogul melts away to reveal the raw intensity of the young man underneath, exposed in all his ardent, unfettered passions. Here stands Azul, naked with vulnerability, desiring only a love that no other has been able to truly give. He's always tried to prevent access to his real emotions, afraid of the kind of cruelty they would reap upon him if they were found. He didn't believe himself to be worthy of their regard, let alone capable of receiving someone's genuine affections. With you, though, there were none of his signature theatrics, no polite deflection, nor charming evasiveness; he gave you full permission to view him and all of his repressed feelings on full display. An open book, Azul trusts you enough to expose his heart fully, so transparent in his neediness. Since he brought you to his bedroom, there was never the slightest hint of deception in his tone—not once had he attempted to distract you, nor used a tactic or trick. Perhaps his true intentions for getting close to you were more admirable than you thought, his desperation to get close to you was merely just a pining for your love rather than a sordid trick. His earnest, loving gaze, combined with the grip of your desire, makes something finally shift within, like the turning of the tide—a sense that it was fated for you to fall and crash so desperately, madly, and completely for him—a long-awaited inevitability, just as he had already done for you long before this Alchemy accident. Azul was an adoringly gentle yet brutally powerful force, a pillar in your life you can lean into without hesitation. All of your fears, worries, and frustrations are suddenly null, evaporating into the thin air of Octavinelle, carried into the gentle waters outside the window and disappearing into the seas.

Nothing is more erotic than seeing his carefully maintained veneer crumbling before you and letting himself fall apart at the seams. No longer hiding his desires or his ambitions for you, Azul's lusty hunger has you excited, aroused, and turned on like never before. You return his lustful, hazy expression and Azul is drawn right into the softness of your inviting stare. Your mouth parts to allow a needy moan to pass as you buck your hips slightly, inviting him to finally claim your body as his, a beautiful sacrifice you're eager to make for a beautiful siren such as him. With a deep, lewd groan, Azul pushes off your trembling body, propping himself onto his knees and groping at your chest, making you mewl. There's no trace left of the smooth businessman persona, not even a hint of it lingers when his wet mouth kisses at your mounds and his large hands explore the contours of your curves, his fingertips desperately memorizing the way you're put together, tracing every bit of available flesh. His eager tongue swirls at your peaked nipples, moaning in appreciation and delight. Your mind is being swallowed by a bubbling wave of bliss that has no end as his hand trails across your hips, his touch is as gentle as a ripple in the water. With a shyly embarrassed flush and a sigh of wanton abandonment, you surrender entirely to him—letting the sea creature drown you in ecstasy, deeper and deeper, into the endless ocean. He caresses your stomach gently, the calloused pads of his fingers exploring the sensitive skin where he knows your womb lies. Your heart stumbles as his lips twist upward in an impish smirk at the thought of all the cum he's soon going to pump straight into the cavity. He palms your belly, which would soon carry his progeny as an inevitable result of this union, imagining his angelfish's stomach rounded and taut with his unborn child, perhaps, even more than once—Azul's thoughts are full of fantasies about filling you and fucking your pretty little womb over and over until he succeeds and you're blessed with his babies. Azul hums at the image of your pregnant body, worshiping the slope of your thighs and rubbing his hands up your waist and the undersides of your breasts. Azul knows that even if it doesn't work right away, he is more than prepared to breed you again and again as many times as necessary. He is more than certain you'll eventually give him a consortium of little octopus-human hybrids. After all, you'd offered yourself up in the end. Who was he not to take what was freely given?

He grasps the back of your knee to prop up your leg in the air, shifting closer. In one fell swoop, your tender thighs are flung open, revealing your glistening cunt. Azul moans, running the rough pad of his finger right up the slit of your lips. You're already a mess, his slick hand had not been able to satisfy your heat at all, it only created a further yearning deep within that could only be satisfied by his aching cock. Azul settles against the fronts of your thighs, letting the stiff heat of his bulging erection nestle against the dripping lips of your cunt, already poised and eager for insertion. The anticipation causes the two of you to tremble slightly at the intimacy, your lips wet and sticky as they run against the length, his cock drooling freely from the tip and leaking beads of sticky, precum fluid right across your folds. With one more affectionate, sweet peck against the corner of your lip, and another one right upon your forehead, Azul slowly glides inside. A shared cry of euphoria leaves your mouths simultaneously as Azul buries the full length of his throbbing cock into your sopping entrance, thrusting powerfully to hilt balls-deep. The pure, erotic rapture of finally consummating your love floods both of your veins. His dick is filling you in the most indescribable way and stretching your cunt so deliciously that stars appear behind your eyes. A glorious symphony of relief sings in your blood while his hard girth massages your innermost walls as though he were meant for no other—like he was perfectly made to be the puzzle piece filling your immaculate pussy. You both gasp sharply in unison as the sensation sends tremors down his shaft. Every vein, ridge, and inch of his length drags deeply with each thrust as he grinds you thoroughly, bringing your clits into tantric connection and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves back and forth in perfect time with the rocking motion. Each snap of his hip makes the two of you share a joyful sob as he pleasures you in the most divine manner.

A low and sinful groan passes through your lips as your hands grip him tighter, begging him to increase his momentum and pace. Azul's hands clutch you in a tight embrace, his chest to yours with every inch of his hardness fully embedded into your velvety passage, sending white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting to the deepest recesses of your innermost being, triggering the sudden rush of a climax that is starting to rise to its precipice. Azul groans as your juices run down his balls, pooling around his sack and providing more lubrication for his relentless drive inside of you. You clench and flutter around him, squeezing your inner walls with every desperate urge for friction and movement, drawing Azul's eye right up to yours in a lusty daze. His body is coiling for release, ready to cum, and there's a glitter of utter happiness in his expression. His lips quiver with desire and he smirks as he feels you clamping and spasming around his rock-hard dick, begging him to breed you like the little slut that he secretly knows you are, all while knowing deep down you'd get so unbelievably plump and swollen with his hatchlings, he'd hardly be able to move his tentacles with all the kids crawling over him.

It's more intense, and far more electrifying than the filthy fantasies that had invaded his sleep every lonely evening whenever he gave in to his insufferable yearning for you. He'd envisioned this, over and over—what it would feel like to make you orgasm, just how satisfying it would feel to cum with you at the same time, and how heavenly it would be to stretch your cunt so snugly—and yet, in this moment, it surpasses his imagination exponentially, eliciting a complete flood of sensual pleasure all throughout his senses. Not even his wildest wet dreams had prepared him for the heady intoxication and undeniable high he experiences with you—being passionately and physically intertwined, wrapped around the most sublime euphoria that was possible—a wave so dizzying that there's absolutely no going back to life without the other once your bodies have succumbed and reached that ultimate, highest peak.

When Azul hits the point of no-return, his legs start shaking as though his limbs were going to fall off. His fingers tangle roughly in your hair as he drags your mouth closer to meet his. With each heavy thrust, he swallows every moan that erupts from your throat. His movements become less coherent, rougher, and disjointed as the strength of your cunt's embrace pulses tightly around his shaft and urges him toward the edge. Suddenly, an intense wave of satisfaction takes hold and shoots to the tip of his cock, pulsating violently in need to release its seed. Azul can't help but groan loudly into your ear as he slams his cock into you with ferocious strength, fucking the life and soul right out of your being while a high-pitched scream accompanies the splash and squelching noises of your pussy. Your mouth has gone slack, jaw dropping as you cry out his name and climax with such power that it whips you into a complete frenzy of desperation, sending your vision dancing with lights. You quake and shiver under the force of his fervor and ecstasy, writhing on the mattress and throwing your head backward to soak in your overwhelming, toe-curling rapture. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, pounding you fiercely as you wail and shatter with a rush of emotions so intense, you don't know if you will ever put yourself back together. A strained whine and a few sharp pumps later, a surge of hot, wet euphoric heat shoots from Azul's balls and spurts out in ribbons of his own spent climax as he spends his load of pearly cum directly into your waiting womb, splashing your tight channel with a continuous stream—painting every crevice of your silken, fluttering, vice-like depths a glossy white. Azul is unable to help himself as his hips start grinding into yours with slow rolls, fucking and stuffing every drop of his sticky cream deeply and ensuring it remains securely nestled in your folds. Every remaining bit of sexual tension floods out as though you'd been submerged in the most heavenly waterfall of pleasure imaginable. Azul whines weakly into the pillow and your moans join, eventually dissipating into a heavenly silence as you sink heavily back to reality.

Time slows to an almost stop and your vision gets a bit hazy and bleary as the aphrodisiac magic completely pulses away. You two lay side by side on the soft blankets, still in the bed and soaked with sweat. Neither of you move for quite some time. Just in the wake of your post-orgasm, everything becomes intensely surreal. You try to breathe quietly so Azul doesn't hear and as his head rests on your breasts. He, too, is heaving with difficulty, each inhale is a conscious decision. He clings tightly against you, hands threaded together like a lifeline, afraid to let go. One last sentence leaves his mouth—a whisper that could have easily been missed by anyone except for you. It was a question.

"Are we both in love?" Azul asks with such hesitance, you think maybe you've misheard his inquiry. He is lying right by your side. His face is dangerously close to yours, and the way his stormy, ocean azure eyes reflect every emotion swirling inside allows you to see the years of hurt that's plagued him. He's absolutely enchanted, like you are the perfect dream come true—everything he'd ever imagined in one living, breathing, precious human body—a lover so magnificent he could hardly comprehend. He studies your expression with awe and reverence. A look so intensely raw it burns right through your heart and lights up the space in your soul that you never before realized was reserved just for him. "Because I love you... Truly and deeply. So much that I don't know how it was possible, even," Azul admits freely, without the least hint of apprehension or nervousness. You can feel the intensity and honesty of his words radiate through his trembling fingertips, through the places where his naked skin touched yours—he doesn't try to mask the pure unadulterated warmth and delight that leaks through the shaky but firm expression on his flushed face.

A wide, cheerful and genuine grin breaks out against your features as you nod enthusiastically, and it is almost as though a heavenly, soothing light has poured over his entire world. It feels like a dream, a fairytale that is too good to be true. Yet here you both lie, doused in the magic of the concoction, clinging to each other and to that euphoric elation after giving in to the passions and the chemical bonds. It felt incredible, it felt natural and familiar and right. This wasn't anything artificial, rather the long overdue acknowledgement of feelings that were there all along—a kindling of romance that was never forced, but rather fanned to life after many days spent as Alchemy partners. After seeing each other every day, getting to know each other's quirks, and learning of each other's daily habits, the intimacy had bloomed and nurtured into something tender and real. The closeness the potion provided simply allowed the two of you the confidence needed to step across a boundary and pursue things.

"This won't be something short lived... you understand what I am saying, yes?" His tone has a tinge of fear creeping in and you can't help but stroke the outline of his cheekbones. This feeling will not end with a simple fuck, you knew that deep in the marrow. There will be more of that to come. In fact, the thought of it has your cunt pulsing, your sex aching at the idea. "I simply won't have you anywhere else but with me, and here in my dorm. I just won't be able to be happy otherwise..." Azul's voice quivers as the vulnerable sincerity flows.

"Yes, Azul. Yes, I understand and I feel the exact same," you chuckle and cradle his head. His blue eyes crinkle slightly from the beam across his lips, and Azul can't resist pulling you in for a feverish kiss, groaning from the rush. That familiar, sinfully blissful high is starting to take hold again, the rush of the aphrodisiac stirring something fiery back into a pleasant burn. The chemical’s grip on the two of you continues. After all, nothing will stop the magic from bringing you closer together. He murmurs a seductive promise into the curve of your throat that he won't stop until his load drips and slides right out of your swollen cunt—he's going to breed you the rest of the night and spill as much of himself deep within as he can. He has no doubt you're going to give him a child that will cement this loving bond permanently.

Listen I don't know HOW this HAPPENED, I DON'T understand how I wrote this much. I am DELIRIOUS and I need to go pick up some pizza for dinner, so I wish I could say more here but I can't right now. I'll update this part when I get back home. I just needed to get this out into the UNIVERSE. THANK YOU ALL!!! HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! <3333 Erica Malleleothreesome

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Bad Aftertaste

Samatoki Aohitsugi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.2k+ Tags: Toxic Relationship/Make Up Sex/He's a Feminist...

Art is by Hakuseki on Zerochan!

I do not like Samatoki Aohitsugi. In fact? I hate him… BUT- (I am shot point blank and am unable to defend myself after writing this. Samatoki ain't actually that bad)

SUMMARY:

Samatoki Aohitsugi is your ex boyfriend and you want it to stay that way. But he makes it so hard. But it’s your fault too. You drive him crazy.

You wondered how long you could keep this up. The desire for a healthy and somewhat normal relationship. Samatoki was only making it harder on you. But you weren’t much better. After all, the boundaries you tried to set with him were always ignored and you gave up far too easily. 

You stood outside of the bar you worked at, your exhausting shift finished at 3am, but you usually exited the building at 3:17am after changing out of your uniform and into something comfortable. A schedule that (to your displeasure) had been memorized by your ex boyfriend. 

You stared at him with your jaw clenched, and his deep red eyes stared back at you. He was lounging in a new black car, sleek and shiny with a silver skull ornament on the hood. The rap music was loud, and so was the musky scent of those nasty-ass Lucky Strike cigarettes he swore up and down he would give up when the two of you got married. 

You wouldn’t marry him even if your life depended on it.

The driver-side window was rolled down as his arm hung out of the opening, his cigarette burning down to the orange paper as he waited expectantly for you to join him in the car. The air was frigid and your sweatshirt wouldn’t shield you from the chill for very long. You had two choices: Walk almost 3 hours and 30 minutes back to your apartment, or join Samatoki in the warmth and comfort of his obviously new car. 

Neither of you said a word. This was a routine you told yourself you hated. But you were so used to it that you couldn’t help but sigh as you approached the car. His small smirk made you roll your eyes as he leaned over to open the passenger door for you. Another consistency in your life. You flopped into the expensive leather seat, dropped your bag onto the floor, and yanked the door shut with one fluid motion. “How was work?” He asked casually as he turned the music down and glanced over at you. He was pleased. You hesitated to answer him as you pulled your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket. “… It was okay.” Nothing exciting to talk about. The usual drunks and wives storming in looking for their missing husbands. “Better than shitty.” The comment was playful as he drove away from the building, and a long 25 minute drive began. Maybe 40 if Samatoki decided to hold you captive and take you the long way back to your apartment. 

He has done it multiple times in the past. He was not above doing it again. After all, he had been coming to pick you up from every shift for about a month. And not once did you have the strength to walk away from his silent command. “Why did you start working there? I liked the secretary place better.” He chimed in as you narrowed your eyes with annoyance while continuing to scroll through your missed notifications. “To get farther away from you.” The job change happened two months ago, three days after breaking up with Samatoki for the millionth time. But low and behold, it only took him a week to find your new gig. “You must love our long rides together then huh? That’s the real reason right?” 

“Can you focus on the road please?” You didn’t want to hear his voice right now. He chuckled and allowed you a moment of silence as you tapped at your phone. Clearing away spam texts for coupons and social media celebrity drama you didn’t care to check on until a friend asked you about it. A soft ping suddenly cut through the silence in the car. It was deafening as the music paused to move onto the next track and you could feel the playful air around your ex change. It felt like you were in trouble. “Who’re you texting?” Samatoki asked with an agitation lining his tone. You raised your eyes, only to watch him smash his cigarette into the little tray on the dashboard. 

You’re single and so is he. He has no reason to be angry and you have no reason to fear his response. Samatoki reached towards the cup holder where he usually stored his carton of cigarettes. In the past he had crushed so many by sitting on them or the glove compartment was too difficult to reach over to open. That was where you came in. “I’m texting my boyfriend.” Your answer was short as you grabbed the carton for him and abandoned your phone screen up in your lap. Routine. That’s all.

You pulled out a cigarette from the little cardboard box and reached for his navy blue lighter tucked into the same cup holder; assisting Samatoki as the cigarette was placed between his lips and you carefully sparked the lighter as he drove. The action felt intimate. Too familiar for your tastes. You quickly pulled away as the man inhaled, you heard the familiar crackle of the paper and tobacco turning to ash, the strong, earthy stink of the cigarette, and the sound of him rolling down the tinted window. Just enough to blow the smoke out of the car so as to not drown you in the fumes. Samatoki was thoughtful, as always. 

A frown smeared across your face and you picked up your phone. You didn’t really want to respond to your boyfriend. He sent a goodnight message since he stayed up long enough for you to get out of work. He hopes that you get home safe. You stared blankly at the texts and sent a heart emoji in response. “So… A boyfriend huh?” Samatoki grunted as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yep.” You told him a friend was driving you home again tonight. You put your phone on silent to ignore the rest of the incoming texts from the guy you started dating only two weeks ago. He could wait.

 “S’your boyfriend is too good to pick you up from work?” The man asked with a sly smile, but you knew what he was trying to say. “You probably threatened to beat him up before I left the building.” You snapped in annoyance and grabbed your bag to stuff your phone into. You could feel Samatoki glaring at you before returning to the road with a click of his tongue. “Now why would I do that?”

“Because you’re crazy.”

Samatoki chased all of your boyfriends away before they even had the chance to give you a cheek kiss. And somehow, someway, you always found yourself back in his arms. It was a horrific cycle the two of you went through, but no one seemed interested in actually breaking it. Not yet at least. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. It’s ugly.” He growled as you curled up in the seat and leaned towards the dark glass window. It was quiet between the two of you other than the rap song thrumming softly against the speakers of his car. “You’re ugly.” You huffed and you could hear him snicker. “Was I ugly when you rode my face two months ago?” You could feel your ears growing hot as you whipped around and smacked his shoulder with a scowl. “Stop it.” Samatoki is the most frustrating man alive. “Hey, hey, don’t hit me. I’m just asking a question.” He cooed and you turned away with your arms crossed. “No answer?” No answer indeed. He let out a soft laugh as the drive and its familiar scenery helped you relax in the expensive seat.

“Are you cold?” He asked and tapped away the ash of his cigarette into the tray. You shook your head as you watched the colorful lights and tall buildings pass you. “Silent treatment now?” Silent treatment indeed. You could tell his mood was starting to sour as you effectively ignored him. Electing to seek comfort in the passing scenery was much better than being friendly with Samatoki. You were trying to place a boundary. And for once, just once you wanted him to respect it. “Stop acting like that. You don’t have to be so snotty towards me. What did I do that was so horrible?” Clearly frustrated by your refusal to speak, his muscular arm sliding along the back of your seat as you scrunched up your face at the bitter memory. 

It was another late night screaming match, you were sick of how he was keeping tabs on you. How he was always watching you and how you had no privacy from him. He claimed he was doing it because he cared; but he was being obsessive. He was stalking you at work, trying to get one of your male co-workers fired just for waving at you one morning. You threatened to tell his sister how insane her older brother was; and that’s how it started snowballing. Insults were thrown, you were pretty sure you threw a shoe at him when he tried to block the door to keep you from leaving him. And with you hurriedly throwing some of your things into a tote bag, you left him in the doorway with his arms crossed. His crazy ass followed you in his car as you marched towards your barely lived in apartment. Tears in your eyes as he rode alongside you- Commanding that you get in the car and go back home with him. This went on for an hour until you caved and got in the car with him. You went back home with him. You let him apologize and kiss at your skin about how he’ll do better. You let him wipe your tears away and unpack your bag, putting your things back neatly where they belonged in his home. Your toothbrush, your clothes, your shoes, everything was back in its place. You allowed yourself to sleep beside him for a few hours. But you made sure to wake up first. Only to repack your bag and leave in a hurry. He’s a psycho. He’s an asshole. He’s a stalker.

“You don’t have to keep picking me up from work. I can take the train just fine.” You scoffed and leaned against the car door in hopes of getting further from him. “What train? You know they don’t run until 5. Don’t fuck with me.” Samatoki scoffed at your comment and ashed his cigarette as you turned your body away from him. “If you didn’t work at that shit stain bar I would let you walk home.” There he goes again. This is why you broke up over and over again.

“Stop doing that. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.” Your voice started to line with venom as the streets became more and more familiar. “And that’s fine. But when we dated this wasn’t even a concern for me to have.”

“Someone has to pay my bills.” 

“Why don’t you just ask your little boy toy then? Huh? What, is he too broke?”

There he goes again.

The vicious cycle where you left him in hopes of something healthier, only to be led back to his arms. He belittled all of your short-term boyfriends, scaring them off and making them disappear within the first few weeks of you agreeing to be theirs. It was horrible. “I can pay for my own-”

“You didn’t have to pay for anything when we were together. Including that bullshit apartment.” He growled as he rounded the corner to your complex. The apartment you barely visited because Samatoki deemed it ‘unsafe’ for you to be living alone. All of your belongings were in his home. From your expensive facial care down to loose coins. You abandoned it all to start from zero as you had done many times in the past. 

The car parked in front of the raggedy apartment complex you sought out as solace away from Samatoki. Until he started banging down your door, causing noise complaints, or when he waited outside for hours, demanding that you leave with him. You needed to get better at refusing him. But when you didn’t there was a feeling of guilt inside of you. You didn’t want to see him looking so hurt, seeing him be so patient with your bad moods. But you wanted him to understand that he wasn’t entirely innocent. It was something he needed to see. 

With a sigh you sat up and grabbed your bag, reaching for the door handle to leave him there. Yet it did not budge. You expected this. “Damn, no goodbye?” He clicked his tongue with a pout, and you could tell this was a game he wanted you to play. His pointer finger tapped gently at the safety lock, keeping you trapped in the car with him until you gave him what you wanted. And you knew very well it wasn’t goodbye. Here he goes with that controlling shit you couldn't stand. “I need to go inside and take a shower-”

“My shower is nicer.” He cut you off as you gripped the handle tightly. “I have your body scrubs and your favorite soaps. I restocked that shampoo you liked, the expensive one that makes your hair smell like flowers.” His voice softened, and so did your grip on the door. “Your slippers are at my house. Your fluffy bathrobe- Oh, and you left your satin pillowcase behind.” He continued as you felt your resolve start to weaken. “My place is just another 20 minutes of driving. I bet you didn’t eat yet either. Did you?” He asked as the heat in the car started to make you sweat, so you let go of the door handle to turn it down. You could feel his eyes watching you, studying your movements as you sat back in the leather seat with a frown. “You don’t have shit in your fridge, do you?” You knew he was wearing that smug smile that only made you hate him more. Because he only looked smug when he was right. “You gonna eat popcorn for dinner? A bag of chips? Oh, let me guess. Your last applesauce cup on a piece of buttered toast? Huh? Is that what you want for dinner?” He pushed and pushed and it started to sting. “Let me out of the car.” You mumbled, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Why don’t I make you dinner? Something that will fill you. And you can take a bath and soak. There aren’t any places open and the trains won’t run until 5am. You wanna walk in the cold to some roach infested McDonalds? Or do you want steak and eggs with sparkling grape juice waiting for you after your bath?”

He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, gingerly pulling it off of you. “You don’t want to go in there.” He whispered as he put his cigarette out and freed himself from his seat next. With one hand pressing against the tinted glass, and the other against the back of your expensive leather seat, you were trapped. But you didn’t want to push him away. You could smell his expensive cologne and the cigarettes he couldn’t live without. It felt so welcoming. “You want to come home with me. You want to eat dinner with me, take a bath, and fall asleep in our big bed.” Our. You felt yourself crack. 

Samatoki was right. You didn’t want to go back to your shitty apartment. You wanted to go back to the big 60 inch flatscreen and to sleep on Samatoki’s memory foam mattress he had custom for you. You wanted to sleep under his heavy weighted blankets with his arm thrown over you the way that helped you sleep. You chewed at your lower lip, nervously squirming in the seat as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Can I have a kiss goodnight?” He requested sweetly, breathlessly. You looked up to meet his pleading eyes. You hated yourself for folding so easily. You tilted your head, giving the silent okay for him to continue. 

As his lips meshed with yours, you felt all of those boundaries you attempted to put up suddenly crumble. His body was warm as he pressed you into the seat. He pulled away for a moment, just to give you a chance to breathe. But that didn’t last long as he stole your lips a second time. His tongue pressed against yours, the sounds of the make out were messy and loud, and you started to wonder if you were okay with going back to your lonely apartment. His kisses were ones that lingered, and that nasty, nasty aftertaste of those nasty, nasty Lucky Strike cigarettes filled your taste buds. But you didn’t hate it. You liked it because it was the way Samatoki tasted. You whimpered when his hand squeezed your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from yours with a wet sound. His tongue slid against your lower lip as you tried to slow your racing thoughts. “Back seat.” It wasn’t a request. But it’s not like you would say no to him. It was like everything was moving in slow motion now. He let you climb over his cup holders and into the empty backseat. His eyes watched you closely as he crawled behind you, letting you sit on the cushions as he caged you against the seat, lips meeting yours again.  

The kisses were hurried and hungry, leaving you lightheaded as his hands worked in a flash. He was pulling at your jeans, yanking them down your thighs while shoving your sweatshirt up to your chin. You moaned against his mouth as his hands rubbed along your sides, pulling playfully at your panties to slide them down next. “You’re not even fighting. So moody.” He muttered against your lips with a smirk, pulling and tugging at your clothes until your jeans and bunched panties hung lazily off of your leg. With Samatoki slotted between your parted thighs, he proudly towered over you. “Look at you, so pretty as always.” He purred and lifted your legs to rest over his thighs to give him much better access to your fluttering pussy that was so desperate for his attention. His fingers gently rubbing at your clit as you shielded your face from him with your arms. You didn’t want to fight basic instinct, but you didn’t want to remind yourself you were giving in to your ex’s wants so easily either. Your hips rocked in tandem with the slow rubs and a breathless sigh left your lips as he slipped a long finger inside of you. “You can hide for now. But wait til’ I get inside you. I’ll get to see aaaall those pretty expressions.” His voice was playful, yet warning. The muscles in your stomach tightened and your thighs trembled as he pumped his finger slowly. Curling it up against your soft walls to push the whines and sobs out of you. 

“Please…” You whispered, not realizing what you were asking for. It was routine. It was instinct. But Samatoki wasn’t planning to tease you for it. Not when all he wanted was for you to reciprocate. You felt his finger pull out of you and you started to frown. Your arms pulled away from your face and you glanced between your thighs. 

Your face began to burn at the sight before you. “This is what you really wanted huh?” He purred with a laugh following. He crudely smacked the weight of his thick cock against the hardened bud of your clit and the wet, puffy meat of your cunt. “You keep hopping boy to boy looking for a man,” You flinched as he lined himself up, and slowly began to breach your walls. Your body sucked him in deeper. Your body craved that familiar feeling of his cock. Every rhythmic pulse and every vein lulled you into a state of euphoria as you writhed beneath him. “But you had one right here the whole time.” His words left your heart smacking against your ribs as you grabbed his forearm and held tightly. A whine slipped out of your mouth as he continued to push. You wished he had stretched you some more, but maybe this was his way of getting revenge. He knew you liked when he was rough. He was using it against you. “There you go. Sucking me in like this... You haven’t been fucked since I was with you last. Is that right? You’ve been waiting on me to grab you up? Waitin’ for me to take you? Huh? Is that it?” The raspy groan leaving his throat made you shudder as your other hand clawed at his designer shirt. 

His hips were now flush with yours, and he remained still as you struggled to catch your breath. “Look at you. You missed me so much huh?” He teased as he lowered himself on top of you. Your heart stuttered in your chest feeling his weight, and soon began the slow rocks in and out of you. His gravelly voice in your ear and the lingering taste from his cigarettes you had grown to enjoy made everything much more intense. “You havin’ fun? Playin’ hard to get?” He cooed and started to quicken the buck of his hips. The tremble of your body told him all he needed to know as he steadily fucked the moans out of you. “To take care of you. That’s why I stick around. Because I care about you so much.” He whispered with a smile, his pace steading as your legs weakly bounced with each of his thrusts. “I know what you like. I know what you need. What you crave. Because I love you.” His breath tickled your ear as he pounded you into the seat. The lewd sounds of his body connecting with yours was filling your head with a lusty fog. It was impossible to imagine why you broke up with Samatoki in the first place. Why you gave up pleasure like this for a miserable loneliness. His steady thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge as you practically melted underneath him. 

“Your little boyfriends can’t fuck you like I can. You know that, I know that.” He whispered against your ear with a rough punctuation of his hips. Snapping angrily against you, rocking the car gently as your hands moved to pull at his white hair. “You done actin’ out? You wanna come back and try again? We can go on aaaaall our favorite dates.” He cooed sweetly as you began to clench and squeeze around him. Your hips trembling at the saccharine promises you knew would be fulfilled with a simple ‘yes’. Expensive mall trips with matching outfits and cute photos. Boujee restaurants with VIP booths where Samatoki was allowed to smoke in peace. Late night drives around the city to see all the pretty lights while you talk for hours. Sharing drinks at high end bars. And of course, being fucked full by someone who knew your body better than you did. The round tip of his cock kissed a soft bundle of nerves within you, pushing soft screams out of you that were harder and harder to suppress. You knew the windows were tinted, but was the car sound proof? What about your boyfriend?

“W-Wait-“ You stammered with trembling lips as his hips rutted faster against yours, his weight pressing you deeper into the expensive leather seat. “Huh? Wait for what baby? Don’t you wanna cum?” His voice was so gentle. A hand slipped between your sweat slicked thighs, and began to rub delicate circles over your clit. The rough callous of his middle and index finger left you struggling for air as you shook your head. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He whispered with his hips slowing to a stop as you started to grow lightheaded. “S’not cheating if you don’t care about the guy in the first place.” He smiled against your ear as the knot in your stomach wound and wound into a tight band, ready to snap free. “You wanna be my baby, don’t you?” 

You did. 

You wanted Samatoki back. You wanted to go back to how things were. With teary eyes and a nod, you gave him a weak ‘yeah’ as his movements resumed. You were mercifully pushed over the edge, gushing around his cock, his expensive True Religion jeans, and all over the leather seat with a loud cry and a rough tug to his white tresses. “There we go, there we go. It’s okay, you’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” He praised you with a rough groan and slowly pulled out, resting his solid cock against your throbbing cunt. He didn’t cum. Not yet. “Why don’t we go out tomorrow night? We can go to that one restaurant you liked, the one with the little star shaped carrots in the salad.” He suggested sweetly with slow rocks of his hips, stimulating your sensitive body as you helplessly nodded at his words. “We can go back to the way we were. Let’s go home. Okay?” Samatoki cupped your face in his large palms, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he planted a kiss against your lips. And you reciprocated.

The cycle had begun again; starting with the bad aftertaste of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

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Mmmm I like to think all of them have a exhibition kink but that's just me projecting shsjjsjs. If I'm actually thinking about what the characters are actually into I can think of a lot of characters and examples. Also this got away from me... hope your enjoy still!

>minors and ageless dni<

Public Sex/Exhibition Scenarios

2nd person so "you" is used, gender neutral, each headcanon is seperate

Content Warning: public sex, dubcon, creampie, unwanted creampie, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation, getting caught, sharing partner after getting caught, no protection cause I'm a cum slut (tho y'all please have safe sex), stealthing, gangbang, some coercion, prostitution, erotic asphyxiation via cock, face fucking, recording sex (con and non), sex toys, bdsm stuff, lots of friends with benefits, lots of facials, Ace whining about wanting sex and being problematic about it, Leona being a brutal top with no care about your pleasure and becoming your problematic sugar daddy, Floyd and Jade being themselves and intimidating others to not get in trouble, Rook is Rook, heights with Lilia

Characters: Ace, Cater, Leona, Floyd & Jade, Epel, Rook, Lilia (With cameos from other characters too)

Ace

(With some first year cameos too)

Ace is a horny brat who wants to get his dick wet, and you happen to have a hole that wraps around his dick just right. How can you blame him for turning a study session in the library for something more steamy, hiding away in the hedge maze in Heartslabyul, or just finding an empty bathroom stall? (Especially the last one because Ace is far from quiet, so you often hear the sound of someone jerking off from the stall next door. You're also pretty sure some people have peaked over the wall of the stall too, maybe even holding their phone to record? ;3c) You could say no to Ace whenever he takes your hand and places it on his clothed bulge, but the tint in his cheeks and the cute whine he gives you always has you giving in. You always end up with your front pushed up against a wall or table with Ace rutting into you from behind.

You keep reminding him to keep condoms handy for your little encounters, but he always tells you he forgot. You'll still help him right? You won't leave him with blue balls right? Don't worry, he'll totally pull out. Yeah, he never pulls out. You can tell when he's about to cum and tell him to pull out, but he just grabs your hips and thrusts harder, saying shit like "but you're too tight I can't pull out!" and "you feel so good I can't stop!" There's even been a time you said "don't cum in me," but Ace pretended he didn't hear the first word. "Cum in you? Fuck yeah!" Whenever you provide condoms, somehow the condoms tear or break. One time Ace claimed the condom must have fallen off during sex when you know he took it off just to creampie you.

Ace isn't the most selfless lover and mostly just slams his hips into yours until he cums, but he's always willing to finger you or give you head if you don't cum which also just gets him hard again and begging to use your hole just one more time. He also loves fucking your thighs, drenching your underwear in his cum and having you go on with the rest of your day.

Eventually you find out Ace has been recording a lot of your encounters without telling you. He swears he's doesn't show them to anyone but then admits he has to show them to his upperclassmen for them to believe he actually gets laid. He begs you to keep letting he record because he's been doing it anyway and nothing's gone wrong. You give in and let him record. What you don't know is that one of the upper classmen he sends the videos too is Cater who uploads them to a porn site online.

Deuce had no idea his two best friends were fucking like rabbits for months until Ace got horny at an impromptu sleepover. All three of you were in the Ramshackle Dorm's main room. Deuce was passed out right next to you, his sleeping face less than a foot away from yours while Ace in on top of you, balls slapping your chin as he fucks your face fast and hard. Of course Deuce wakes up because Ace can't keep quiet, and the poor man freaks out. With a little convincing from Ace, Deuce woke up the next morning no longer a virgin.

These... encounters didn't exactly remain secret from the rest of your friend group. One day you were sucking the cocks of your two lovable idiots when some of your first year friends decided to visit. Jack, Epel, and Sebek open the door to see you on your knees with Ace's and Deuce's cocks in your hands. That night was spent with each one of your friends taking turns using your holes. Jack did his best to avoid knotting you, but your asshole felt so good. He couldn't stop himself from forcing his knot into your while he came. Epel definitely had the lewdest mouth, calling you a "dirty whore," "pathetic slut," and "walking fleshlight." Sebek took a liking to your mouth, gripping your hair tightly as he slammed his hips into your face again and again, but he still had enough brain power to pull out to make sure he painted your face with his cum.

Cater

(With some Heartslabyul thrown in... yes the entire dorm cause I want to be a slut)

Everytime you and Cater fuck in public, his phone is out and recording, and, yes, he has a... let's call it TwistedFans account that he updates regularly. He does put black bars over both of yalls eyes for some form of anonymity.

It started out simple. Just fucking in his room and uploading the videos, but then requests started coming in. Fuck in a public bathroom. Fuck in an empty lecture hall. Fuck in a locker room, library, hallway, etc. It was easy enough to sneak out at night at meet with you, and Cater couldn't say no to his fans, especially with how tight you become when he fucks you in places like this. You look so cute with your lips around his cock, touching yourself as eagerly deep throat his cock.

But, eventuality that got boring. What about you two walking around NRC's campus completely nude? Maybe with you walking around with his cum painting your body and dripping out of your hole(s). Cater even started using his unique magic, so you're fans can see a group of 'strangers' run a train on you all around the campus. Though, one night, the Heartslabyul's kitchen, your usual train gets interrupted by Trey's midnight urge to bake. Of course he was offered a turn to use you.

So, Trey became a regular guest and would fill/paint you with his cum. Trey isn't the only guest though. Cater may have let slip about your nightly escapades and were invited if they kept quiet. It worked at first, but Ace and Deuce are not known for keeping secrets. More and more members of Heartslabyul were invited to use you, and you basically become a communal cumdump for a portion of the dorm.

It finally comes to a climax when almost half the dorm sneaks out into the hedge maze to have a round with you. There's no way to keep all these hornt men quiet, and Riddle stumbles into the scene red faced and unable to form a single coherent word. He knew something was up with his dorm, and he would get to the bottom of it. But this? He never expected to see the Ramshackle Prefect being surrounded by half-naked men, them dripping with cum as cocks continue to fuck them, and them reaching out to Riddle, asking him to join. Riddle's too shocked to respond. Before his brain starts functioning again, your mouth is wrapped around his cock, and Riddle melts.

But they can't be doing this!! There are rules about being out of your rooms after dark!! But, none of the rules say anything about orgies, do they? Well, what if those Unbirthday Parties included another sweet for the men in Heartslabyul to enjoy? Of course, Riddle has to establish rules and protocol for your use: regular breaks, certain people being given the duty of clean up, etc, etc.

Still, even with all of this, you and Cater sneak out with your little entourage at night. Filming you getting fucked all around campus. But now, everyone's a lot more careful about keeping Riddle out of the loop, and that's much easier now that your pretty lips know just how to make Riddle melt.

Leona

(With some Ruggie and the rest of Savanaclaw again cause slut)

It all started as a simple transaction. You had no place to stay with Azul kicking you out of the Ramshackle Dorm, but Leona was willing to let you stay with him. All you had to do was wrap your lips around his cock and drain his balls. You didn't really have much of a choice and Leona was attractive, so why not?

This would be easy. You've sucked enough cock to know you'd be done with this quickly and then could sleep. Leona's cock is long, but you've trained yourself well. You deepthroat his cock easily, licking along the bottom of his shaft, as one of your hands plays with his balls.

"Fuck, you're a real whore, aren't you? Sucked so much cock you aren't even breaking a sweat." Leona comments as he lays back in bed. You bob your head, lick his tip, stroke his shaft, using everything you know to make him cum. But then, Ruggie enters the room, giving his signature chuckle when he sees you sucking Leona's cock. You try to pull away but Leona forces you back down and warns, "Keep sucking or I'm throwing you out."

Yoy give in and go back to boring your head while Ruggie starts to clean Leona's room incredibly slowly. It takes some time, but eventually Leona grabs the back of your head and forces you to take his cock all the way to the base. Leona grunts as he cums down your throat. You pull away, coughing, when Leona finally lets you go. You wipe your face and start to go over to your makeshift bed when a growl stops you.

"Hey Herbivore, I'm not soft yet." Leona strokes his cock. "Your mouth still has work to do." This was supposed to be simple. What you didn't know is that a beastman's stamina is much greater than a human's. Leona must have had you sucking his cock for over an hour before you became tired and your jaw started to hurt, and then Leona ordered Ruggie to pull your head up and down your cock. Eventually, Ruggie suggested for Leona to flip you onto your back, dangling your head off the side of his bed, and just fuck your face. Leona took the suggestion.

He was fast and hard, fucking your face with no caring for your comfort. All he wanted was to reach his own climax. Your only relief was the hyena beastman who eagerly took the opportunity lick and your sex. Whenever you started to get light headed and felt like you might pass out Leona's pounding, the lion beastman pulled his cock out and rubbed his cock and balls across your face to give you a chance to breathe. When ever he came, he did so deep in your throat with his balls pulsing against your nose. He'd make you thank him every time he bred your throat.

You don't know when you pass out, but when you wake up the next morning, your throat is sore and you're being dragged away by Leona to go eat breakfast with the rest if the Savanaclaw dorm. The rest of the dorm seems surprised to see Leona join them. Instead of sitting at the table, Leona sits at one of the plush chairs to the side. You stand awkwardly by him, but then he growls, "What are you waiting for, whore? My cock's not going to suck itself."

You get on your knees, pull his cock out, and begin to lick it. The rest of the dorm is frozen, watching as you take Leona's shaft in your mouth. Ruggie breaks the tension by handing Leona his breakfast. The dorm's morning continues on like normal except for the amount of hard cocks straining against pants.

That same night is much the same. Leona is sitting in the common area with you on his lap. Your legs are spread wide open as you finger your hole to prep for Leona's cock. Then you ride the beastman's cock. You knew about the raised bumps on his cock, you felt it the first time you sucked his dick, but feeling it in your hole is something else completely. It doesn't take long for you to cum on Leona's cock, earning jeers from the Savanaclaw dorm members. You don't know how many times you cum, but you're stuffed full of Leona's and Ruggie is tasked to bring you to the lion beastman's room while said beastman takes a shower. Ruggie takes the opportunity to bend you over and take a turn stuffing you with his cock.

When your ordeal of staying with Leona finally comes to an end, he makes you an offer. He gives you a shit ton of money, and you become his personal fleshlight. He can use you whenever and wherever he wants. Your holes belong to him. He gets to decide what goes in them, and only he can use you. Only he can make you cum. You're not allowed to touch yourself unless he orders you too. With that amount of money and with a dick that good, you say yes in a heartbeat.

Floyd & Jade

You're not really sure how it happened. One minute you're having a normal shift at the Monstro Lounge closing up alongside the tweels, the next minute your uniform is ripped off and the two mers are spitroasting you in the middle of the lounge. Floyd was eagerly fucking your asshole while slapping your ass with every other thrust. Jade forced his cock to stay deep within your throat just so he could make you choke. You knew you were easy, but damn.

So, sex after closing up Monstro Lounge became a common occurrence. Some nights the tweels would take turns stuffing you with their cocks, making sure you're leaving a trail of cum all the way back to the Ramshackle Dorm. Other nights they simply fucked you at the same time, using you and overstimulating you until you passed out. Of course they'd keep using you until they had their fill then cuddle with your unconscious body because they're gentlemen.

This all quickly changed into sexual activities happening during the day as well. It started somewhat small with simple flirting and dirty talk. Then it became more physical with hugging being a cover for groping. Then just straight up groping, not really trying to hide it. Then making out, then dry humping, then fingering, until finally they both fucked you in the hallway when all of you should have been in lectures. Then things got even wilder.

Jade was at least somewhat discreet, well as discreet as one can be with a tall ass sadist fucking you in broad daylight. In the library with other people close by? Jade has you pulled behind a bookshelf with his tongue exploring your hole while he holds a vibrator to your sex. Even after you cum with your thighs shaking on either side of his head,, he does not stop. Eating lunch in the cafeteria? He won't stop feeling you up and undoing your clothes. He unbuttons your shirt, gropes your chest and clips clamps on your nipples. He slides his fingers beneath your underwear and fingers you until you're cumming around his digits. All of this while he has his mischievous smile plastered on his face. Sitting next to Jade in a lecture? Jade got there ahead of time and placed a dildo in your spot for you to sit on. You're able to keep somewhat if a calm demeanor until you discover it's a remote controlled dildo when it starts to thrust into you. You do your best to not your orgasm, but multiple people can sense something is off. Jade just gives a smile and explains how you aren't feeling well. It's not like you never get caught, it's just no one has the guts to report Jade. A single smile in the person's direction has them fleeing.

Floyd is the opposite of discreet. If he is in the mood to fuck, everyone knows it. In the library full of study groups for a big exam? Floyd strips you naked, steals things like pens and other objects from other students, and fucks you with them until you cum, all while everyone around you tries to ignore the scene and avoid Floyd's attention. If Floyd is feeling generous, he takes the hand of someone nearby and uses their hand like a toy to fuck you.

Sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch? Floyd has his cock out for everyone to see, hard and dripping pre cum, as he slaps your cheek with it and whines about how he's in a bad mood and needs you to suck him off. If you open your mouth, he fucks your face in front of everyone. If you don't, he whines even louder and rubs his cock across your face, eventually just humping you until he cums all over your face and hair. Sitting next to Floyd in a lecture? He bends you over the desk and just starts fucking you, not caring about how the sound and sight of his balls hitting your thighs is a distraction for everyone. One glare from anyone who tries to speak up silences any comment, even the professor is too scared to stop him.

When the two eels are together though, that's when it gets even wilder. They like to push your limits, almost making like a game. Taking turns to see how long you would last with their cock down your throat before you pass out. Stealing the pens from others in whatever room they're in to see how many you can fit in your hole. Seeing how long you can go with their cum painting your face before a professor notices. Stripping you and fucking you in front of different crowds and finding out how you get tighter and cum faster with the biggest crowds, especially if they're recording you.

Epel

(Other characters guest star in catching y'all fucking. Also I like to think Epel has one of the biggest dicks out of the twst cast fight me)

The wilderness is the closest you can get to privacy where Epel's from and it's much the same at NRC. you and Epel would sneak off into the woods just so you two could fuck like rabbits. Epel did try to be responsible when it came to protection. He's had sed plenty of times and always used a condoms, but the few types of condoms he could get his hands on at NRC are just too small to be comfortable for him.

During the first time you two snuck out too the woods, you could see his discomfort and just took off his condom. He was about to say protest, but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, telling him to just fuck you. Once he felt your walls raw, he knew he could never go back to using those condoms. He also found out just how much of an absolute slut you are.

"You shouldn't've done that." Epel grunts above you. "Now nothin' can stop me from breedin' you." Epel fucked you hard, but he was also attentive, making sure to make you cum before he did. Multiple times a week the two of you would sneak away to different parts of the woods. At first you two would barely strip anything off, but, with never having been caught so far, you two grew bolder until both of you were completely naked sans your shoes. This went well until one day it wasn't just the two of you.

The snapping of a twig has Epel stopping mid thrust as the two of you look up to see Jade staring down at you two. You're absolutely petrified and go to grab your clothes, but Epel pulls your hips back and pounds into you harder.

"Dontcha try to run, slut. I felt you get tighter when this fucker showed up." Epel grabs a fistful of your hair and makes you arch your back, showing off the noticeable bulge of the smaller man's cock in your stomach. You can't help but moan as Epel hits the spot he knows drives you insane. Jade takes out his cock and begins to jerk off to the scene. It doesn't take long for you to cum on Epel's cock and for Epel to cum with you, filling you with his cum. A few seconds later, Jade steps in front of you. Instinctively, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Jade shoots his cum into your mouth and across your face.

Jade isn't there every time you and Epel fuck in the woods, but it's often enough it isn't a surprise. Every time Jade watches and finds a place to cum on you, one time standing behind you, your hole gaping after Epel pulled out, and shoots his cum into you.

What you don't know is, that from day one, Rook has been following the two of you each time you sneak off into the woods. Cock in one hand, camera in the other, Rook makes binders upon binders with dtaed photos of you and Epel fucking with an entirely seperate binder where Jade has joined you. He hasn't showed Vil yet, but really he should. Maybe he should confront the two of you first though? Maybe you can make him an offer that convinces him not to ;3.

Rook

Rook is the master of stealth sex. He's somehow able to keep completely calm with only a pink tint in his cheeks being the only tell you're under the table deepthroating his cock. This all started pretty casually. One day, you're talking with Rook in the library. A few minutes later, your back is against a bookshelf, arms over his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, with his tongue down your throat and cock pounding your hole. It doesn't take long for you to cum on his cock and for him to fill your hole with his cum. You're ready to be let down, but he eagerly starts fucking you again.

Rook is an absolute master and finding just the right spot to fuck you. From the library, to empty lecture halls, the hallway between classes, under a table during lunch, you've ended up with his cock inside of youn and he's ended up with a camera in his hands to snap photos each time. He never asked, but he's never tried to hide it. Rook especially loves taking photos of your dripping hole, every time making sure your face is in frame. But, his favorite photos are the ones where your face is covered in his cum.

Rook is also very handsy, groping different parts of you body in broad daylight while surrounded by people. He keeps such a straight face while his fingers are knuckle deep inside you, and you just have to pretend you're okay. He'll casually pinch your ass as he walks by or take a nice feel of your chest while no one is looking. While he adores having you between his legs, he also adores being between yours. Good luck trying to study at the library with Rook under the table giving you head.

Rook is very good about not getting caught, but only when he wants to. There are times he does want to get caught, and you have been caught by quiet a few people. Rook purposefully started fucking you behind a bush in the botanical garden just so Leona could confront the two of you. Of course, Rook never stopped rutting into you when Leona showed up. In fact, Rook spread your legs wider for Leona to get a better look. Rook fucked you in the science lab just before the science club started just so Trey could walk in on your head bobbing on Rook's cock.

You didn't get in trouble until one night where Rook of fucking you against a table in the Pomefiore common room. You hear the sound of heels clicking before you hear a throat clearing. You try to cover yourself when you see Vil glaring at you, but Rook pulls your hands away. Rook gives Vil a whole show, going over each aspect of your body and how you react to different touches. Rook shows off your hole, how well you take him, while Vil's fingers run across your sex. Before Rook fills you, he pulls out and offers Vil to use you. In the morning, you wake up sore between the two men.

Lilia

Lilia is an absolute exhibitionist tease. Your encounters started all because you accidentally walked in on him. You just wanted to sneak into an empty lecture hall, a quiet place to study, but instead come across Lilia floating with his cock in his hand. You and Lilia stare at each other for a moment before Lilia just starts stroking his cock again. Lilia spreads his legs, giving you a better view, as he invites you over to touch him. Within the minute, your floating midair with Lilia's mouth on your sex and you lips around his cock.

Now, when you see each other in passing, it's common for Lilia to flash his cock at you, and you've started flashing him back in return. It's also quite easy for you two to find a place to fuck. Lilia just has you pick you up and float up. He's fucked you against many ceilings, floating in the night sky, and even high above the crowd in the cafeteria. He loves filling up your hole with his cum and watching it drip down to the ground far below you.

Lilia also likes teasing you whenever you're going about your day. You have just enough privacy that no one is looking directly at you? Suddenly the fae's cock is mere inches from your face. Sometimes he just pops in to cum on your face. Other times he hovers in front of you and fucks your face, cumming deep down your throat. There are times he simply humps your clothed ass and cums all over the back of your bottoms. He just likes leaving you with something a bit bothersome for the rest of the day.

It stayed just the two of you for a while until he invited you to come hang out with him in the light music club. Cater and Kalim are happy to have you hang out with them. What they weren't expecting was seeing you end up between Lilia's legs, eagerly licking his cock, while the fae sits there talking like all of this is normal. Kalim seems happy to watch, complimenting you when you deepthroat Lilia's cock. Cater is hesitant at first but then takes his own cock out as he watches your head bob. When Lilia pulls your mouth off of his cock, you whine, but Lilia just coos in response and offers your mouth for the other two to try.

All three of them take turns using your mouth, passing you around as they continue their conversation. You gladly lick their shaft, play with their balls, and deepthroat each of their cocks. Eventually, you end up in the middle of all three of them, mouth open and tongue out as the three men stroke their cocks above you. Cater has his phone out recording the whole seen. Each one of them cums, painting your face and tongue. You happily swallow what's in your mouth and lick your lips, savoring the taste. Now you're a regular member of the club, sucking off each one of them daily.

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Hi I saw that requests were open still, can I ask for a silver x fem reader having a family day with the rest of Diasomnia? Like Silver introducing his S/O to his family?💙💙💙

Hi~! Thanks so much for this request! This was a really fun prompt and I definitely got carried away thinking about the family dynamics of Diasomnia <3 I really focused on the introduction aspect of this request, hope that's ok! After I emotionally recover from the recent updates from the jp server, I might write a part 2 where they actually do more hanging out <3

Word count: 1.4k Format: outline scene CW: Silver x fem!reader, family, fluff

Walking up a narrow, winding path, you lean on Silver’s arm for support and glance nervously at the imposing castle that looms up ahead in the distance. Silver notices your unease and moves a little closer to you, pressing his warm shoulder against yours. He gently squeezes your hand in his and smiles reassuringly, “Are you feeling nervous, my lady?”

You squeeze his hand in return and smile a little sheepishly at him. “I suppose I am. First impressions are pretty important,” you admit with a small laugh. Your smile is replaced with an expression of growing worry as you pass under the great stone archway that guards the castle drawbridge. Looking down at your feet, you ask in a small voice, “What if they don’t like me?”

Silver immediately halts mid-step and turns to face you directly. Taking both of your hands in his, he leans forward and gently places his forehead against yours. In a sincere voice, he whispers, “You are an important part of my life now. They’re going to see that and love you. Take courage, my lady. I will be by your side the whole time.” He raises your hands in his and places a small kiss on the back of each one.

You smile warmly at your devoted knight and squeeze his hands affectionately. Turning to face the castle gate with renewed determination and strength, the two of you walk forward into Diasomnia.

Malleus

Malleus is the first to meet you. In the main hallway, you gasp with surprise when he suddenly steps out of the shadows. In a low voice, he says, “I see that our honored guest has arrived.” He greets you with a slight nod of his head and a polite smile. Your initial impression of him is that he’s very courteous but also a bit distant, like he’s holding you at arm’s length.

Silver bows his head to Malleus in a respectful greeting and you copy his movement. With a steady hand on your back, Silver presents you to the housewarden by saying, “Good evening, Malleus. I know you might have already met, but I would still like to formally introduce the two of you.” He smiles gently at you, his eyes lit up with tender affection, and you smile back at him in the same way. Turning back to Malleus, Silver states simply, “This is my girlfriend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Malleus carefully observing the smile you exchange with Silver. The politely reserved look on Malleus’s face seems to soften and you feel the distance between you seem to shrink a bit.

Malleus leads you and Silver down the long hallway towards the dorm’s lounge. As you walk, Malleus asks the two of you basic questions, like how you met and what you do in your spare time. He carefully observes the way you and Silver answer his questions, how in sync your words and affectionate glances seem to be. By the time you finally exit the long hallway into the lounge, Malleus is smiling easily and now the feeling around the three of you is warm and full of shared fondness. With a small laugh, he says in a quietly amused voice, “You two seem very compatible. As if you were two of one soul.”

Lilia

As soon as you enter the lounge, Lilia suddenly drops upside down in front of you, hanging from his legs off a low rafter. With a mischievous grin on his face, he exclaims, “Oh wonderful! You’re finally here!” He lands after doing a small flip in the air and grabs your hands in an enthusiastic handshake. He leads you to a circle of comfortable looking armchairs and you all take a seat.

Turning to Silver, Lilia smiles warmly and asks, “Silver my boy, would you be a dear and go check on the food for tonight’s dinner? For some reason, I was banned from the kitchen after adding just one ingredient to the soup.” Silver starts to leave with a slightly panicked expression on his face but then stops to look back at you, as if asking permission. You smile and give him a small nod. Lilia, watching this silent exchange, puts a light hand on your shoulder and reassures Silver with a low chuckle, “No worries, my boy. I’ll keep your lovely lady safe and in good company!”

Silver nods and then hurries off in the direction of the kitchen. The minute that Silver disappears from view, Lilia excitedly starts telling you funny and sweet stories from Silver’s childhood. In between his anecdotes, Lilia asks you questions related to your relationship with Silver, such as how long you’ve been together and what sort of future you envision with him.

Although Lilia’s speech and mannerisms seem light and carefree, from his questions you get the sense that he’s trying to appraise how serious your relationship is. After he finishes his final round of reminiscing and questioning, you take Lilia’s hands in yours and you begin telling him, in an earnest and sincere voice, all the things you like about Silver, how deeply the feelings between the two of you run, and how you care for him more than any other person in your life.

Lilia listens to your words and studies your expression in thoughtful silence. When you finish speaking, he smiles sweetly and a bit sadly. Looking over your shoulder in the direction that Silver left moments ago, he sighs, “I can’t believe how quickly he has grown… That silver haired babe I found all those years ago.” He turns to you and gives your hands an affectionate squeeze. “Take precious care of him for me, my darling girl.”

Sebek

You hear Sebek before you actually see him enter the lounge with Silver. The pair walk into view together and you can’t help but softly laugh at the look of quiet annoyance on Silver’s face comically contrasting with the expression of exaggerated outrage on Sebek’s.

“You should be more vigilant, Silver! Falling asleep while stirring a pot of boiling soup?! I mean the very idea-” Sebek’s loud shouting suddenly cuts off when he sees you sitting with Malleus and Lilia. After offering respectful greetings to the fae on either side of you, Sebek turns to you with a small frown, “So! This is the human that Silver deems important enough to bother the young master for?”

Silver steps in front of you in a protective stance. He addresses Sebek with restrained anger in his voice, “I’ve already told you, Sebek. You are to treat her with the utmost respect.”

Dropping into a martial arts stance, Sebek shouts at Silver, “You’ll have to best me in a fight if you want me to acknowledge her as worthy of sharing dinner with the young master!” He leaps toward Silver with a loud yell, and the two begin sparring.

Your jaw drops in shock at the sudden turn of events and you leap to your feet. Looking to Malleus and Lilia in utter confusion, you see that they look completely unfazed. Lilia chuckles softly and explains, “This happens fairly often around here.”

You watch with rising concern as Silver and Sebek’s fight continues to rage on. After seeing both of them receive almost identical punches to the face, you decide to take action yourself. Grabbing a cushion from a nearby sofa, you swing it at the two fighting boys and manage to hit both of them in one motion, “That’s enough! Stop fighting this instant!” Both Silver and Sebek freeze and look at you with surprise.

Dropping the cushion on the floor, you rush to Silver’s side and assess any damage he might have received in the fight. Sebek watches the caring and devoted way you inspect Silver, and the way Silver’s face seems to glow with all the love he feels from your attention. You turn when you hear an awkward cough from Sebek.

Bowing slightly to you, Sebek states, “You have my apologies, my lady. It seems I have acted rudely and misjudged you.” He smiles at you and Silver, looking almost pleased. “It seems Silver has found an extraordinarily brave human to be his romantic partner.” Sebek then suddenly points at Silver and shouts, “I hope you know you’ll have to train even harder if you want to protect both her and Master Malleus!”

Silver laughs softly and his gaze sweeps over the faces of every person he holds dearest to his heart, his eccentric and beloved family. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he replies, “I know. I will protect everyone.”

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“Hey there, little one,” Silver smiled, holding a finger up for the little robin. “Do you mind delivering something for me?”

It fluttered its wings and puffed up its soft chest feathers, as if to say you can rely on me!

“For my beloved,” Silver whispered.

Chirping confidently at Silver, one affectionate nuzzle later and the robin pushed off his hand to fly away with a letter in its beak.

Silver stayed in place, watching until the bird long became a speck in the sky.

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The Story of One Night (L→R comic)

Its been 738272827 years but im finally posting something again🎉

This basically started from me wanting to draw out a scenario where someone finds Malleus being the one sleeping for once but couldn't decided if I wanted Malleyuu or the brothers for it so I decided to go best of both worlds🔥

Also wanted to make something that actually showed some other parts of Micah's character since I kept most of it to myself this whole time😭 Tho it was kinda hard to cram like 3 years of chara development into 8 pages only so yeah sorryy for the months long wait again💃

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Happy Dad Joke Day~

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Reliable - Sebek

Author's Notes: This fic is for @rainbowcake1212 for my 300 Followers Event! I hope you enjoy your Hot Chocolate and Cheesecake fic!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Hot Chocolate and Cheesecake prompt

Word count: 2454

I stared, flabbergasted, at Sebek, who merely looked at me with that point-blank stare of his.

“So let me get this right…. You are getting harassed by overly pushy noble ladies seeking a…”

“A relationship.” He finished impatiently, scowling slightly before he continued, “I have rejected them countless times, but they still return. They no doubt wish to use me to get close to my Lord, but I will not allow it.”

A smug grin crossed his face as he finished, no doubt proud that he was protecting Malleus from a perceived threat. It was just sad that he didn’t realize he was perfectly worth being interested in all on his own without his connection to Malleus.

“And you want me to accompany you to this ball as your fake date?” I questioned him, hardly even able to believe that he had even brought this up.

And he simply nodded in confirmation, like there was nothing odd about it. 

I shook my head incredulously, “Wouldn’t it be better to find someone a little more… I don’t know, impressive, to scare off your suitors?”

His eyebrows rose in a surprisingly slow climb for someone quite as hot-blooded as Sebek, “No.” 

His hand twitched at his side, no doubt a sign of agitation at his having to request assistance from a human such as myself, “You will do perfectly well.”

I found myself shrugging, still not entirely certain about Sebek’s grand scheme but also willing to help. After all, it couldn’t be pleasant to be pursued by someone you’d already rejected.

 “Alright, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?” That ended up being the question I wished I’d never asked since that was the question that led to my copious and detailed instruction regarding the Valley of Thorns and its many, many customs.

But, come the day of the ball, I was certainly prepared. Especially since Mrs. Zigvolt herself had gotten me a suitably dressy outfit ready.

She’d been thrilled that Sebek had brought a friend home, and then even more delighted when she found I was going to be his partner for the evening. Even after I’d told her I was just his fake date, she remained delighted. Chuckling slightly to herself as she’d gotten my measurements, “Of course, dear. Of course.”

I’d frowned at her but kept my silence, not quite having the heart to tell her that Sebek was anything but interested in me. I was just handy for the current situation he was in. 

We were friends, but I doubted that line would ever be crossed since I was human and he’d made it painfully clear how he felt about humans in general. But, at the very least, pretending to be his date for the evening might be fun. Even if just a little.

And so I entered the palace on Sebek’s arm, doing my best to not be distracted by how good he looked in his clean-cut suit that made him look like a true knight even though he was still in training. 

If I hadn’t been able to see it before, I could certainly see why he had a great many suitors who were apparently hounding him.

The doors swung open as we arrived, carefully walking down the wide staircase into the ballroom filled with fae, who all turned to openly stare at us.

 Over at the raised dais, I could see Malleus, guarded by Lilia and Silver, alongside a seated woman whom I could assume was the queen.

The three of them seemed pleased to see me alongside Sebek, but I couldn’t say the same for everyone present.

There were several women, in particular, who seemed rather annoyed by my presence. Or perhaps it was more who I was with.

I leaned closer to Sebek, smiling relaxedly even as I whispered to him, “So what is it, exactly, that you’re wanting me to do?”

He glanced at me with one raised eyebrow, totally ruining the image of a happy couple by the lack of smile on his face, “You merely need to stay by my side.”

He spoke like that was obvious, and I sighed. Apparently, selling this relationship was going to be entirely up to me. 

And our first test came all too soon as a younger-looking noble came over, a smile on his face as he greeted Sebek, “Ah. It is good to see you again, Master Zigvolt. I am sure you are relieved to be home from school.” 

I watched awkwardly as the formalities were dispensed, feeling halfway like I was watching some sort of period film from a front row seat, until the man twisted to look at me, a charming smile on his face as he looked down at me, “And this is…?”

“Mine.” The response was blunt and immediate and had me looking up in utter shock at Sebek, who seemed perfectly relaxed. Like he hadn’t just spouted something utterly ridiculous, even if I was his fake date.

I smiled awkwardly as I looked back at the young man, who looked just as startled as I was, confirming that ‘mine’ was an odd way of introducing one’s partner even in the Valley of Thorns.

“Yes, I am Sebek’s partner,” I calmly let my hand continue to rest where it was, tucked through the crook of Sebek’s elbow, even as I squeezed his arm slightly in annoyed revenge. Earning myself an odd look from Sebek as I began cleaning up his mess.

“Please, call me Y/n,” The man nodded, smiling awkwardly as the two of us pretended that Sebek hadn’t just calmly asserted that I belonged to him. The man went on with what I assumed were more common pleasantries before at last bidding us adieu.

“It was a pleasure to have met you.” He bobbed his head awkwardly before quickly retreating as soon as he’d finished his piece. Leaving me to look up at Sebek in still frustrated shock.

“What was that?” I hissed at Sebek, earning myself an incredulous look from the young man, who apparently had seen nothing wrong with the introduction he’d given for me.

“I was letting him know that you were with me,” He was still utterly flummoxed, dragging a sigh out of me.

I’d known that Sebek was utterly hopeless, but this… I honestly hadn’t expected it to be quite this bad.

“Sebek, you can’t just introduce me as yours. No one does that. You need to just let people assume we’re together,” I quietly explained as we continued to meander through the room. Dodging various other guests who continued to watch the two of us with curious gazes.

“And why are people staring so much anyway? Is it that odd for you to come with someone?” Sebek was apparently more prepared for this line of conversation since he responded much more promptly and with less confusion as he shook his head.

“No. They are not used to humans. My father does not come to these… celebrations. The only human usually present is Silver, and he has already proved himself to be a competent knight. Other than that, it is only ever dignitaries.” I nodded as I mulled over his words, not entirely liking what they meant.

“So I’m the odd one here?” His nod confirmed my words, and I sighed, wondering for the thousandth time why he thought I would be a good choice for his fake date.

“Alright, what do we do next? Is there anyone you need to greet?” I looked up at him questioningly as he stopped us off to the side of the room. Glancing around as if to check that no one was too close to overhear us, even though people had been giving us wide-berth the entire time.

I suppose it was easier for them to observe from a distance.

“No, if anyone wishes to speak to me, they will come. At most, we’ll have to do one dance. For now, I’m going to get something to drink. Stay here,” So saying, he strode off. Straight-backed and proud as ever, even though it seemed like absolutely everyone was questioning his choice on his date. Including myself.

But that was the way Sebek often was. It was impossible to tell what was going to bother him and what wasn’t. While certain things being said about him would bother him endlessly, others wouldn’t. 

What surprised me was that the others whispering about the fact he’d come with a human didn’t bother him. It was true that his parents were a human and fae match, but I’d figured that such a thing would bother him.

I frowned, watching as one of the fae broke off from the crowd and approached me. It was a woman.

She was, just like the other fae, absolutely gorgeous. But, more importantly, she had me pointed and was obviously approaching to have a word with me. And if my reasons for being at this ball were anything to go by, it was going to have something to do with Sebek and what I was doing with him.

This was quite likely one of the suitors he’d wished to deter.

She smiled as she stopped in front of me, “You must be Sebek’s partner. I confess I wasn’t aware he had someone he was with until the two of you appeared. It is lovely to meet you.”

Her tone was sweet, and, to anyone watching, she would appear quite genuine. But there was something in the way she held herself, like a snake poised to strike at the very instant I gave her an opening, that spoke of anything but sweetness.

But this was something I’d already been prepared for. While Sebek hadn’t mentioned it, Lilia had.

The suitors Sebek so wished to deter weren’t likely to just accept that he’d found someone that he preferred over them. Much less if that person didn’t have a rank and wasn’t fae.

So I smiled back, preparing to play whatever game was being laid out in front of me, “Oh, we haven’t been together that long, and Sebek wanted to make sure I was ready to attend one of these balls before he brought me with him. He’s incredibly attentive, you see.”

Attentive indeed. I doubted I would ever forget the rigorous testing I’d gone through before he’d at last decided that I was ready for tonight.

“Indeed, he is quite a charming man. It’s good that he prepared you, though. It would be so unfortunate if something went wrong. After all, it wouldn’t just affect you, but him as well. Better to be safe than sorry, as they say.” 

She was an insincere one, that was certain. I could understand why Sebek wouldn’t like her, even as lovely as she was. 

And charming wasn’t the first word I would use to describe Sebek.

It was true that he had some endearing qualities and that he was quite attractive, but still… Charming didn’t quite encompass all of Sebek when one thought of exactly how loud and blunt he could be at times.

But I didn’t miss her oh-so-subtle threat about how if something were to occur, it would affect him. That was something I’d already realized and had been the only reason I’d accepted his lessons with little complaint.

“Well, yes, of course. I could never let something happen to harm him.” They weren’t untrue words. In fact, nothing I’d said was untrue. But, just from watching her, it didn’t look like I had to lie to upset her.

“My, you are a sweet one. I can understand why he likes you so well. However, I can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to handle the pressure?”

I would have almost preferred if she’d thrown a drink in my face rather than attempting to slip through the cracks and hit me with attacks meant to weaken my resolve and cause uncertainty. But that was also her trouble. She wasn’t going to be able to sway me with such threats.

“Ah, well. I have faced certain pressures before, and I don’t want to disappoint Sebek….” I trailed off, watching as the man in question approached with a frown on his face.

“Y/n?” The woman turned to face him, her eyes wide at the tone he’d used. One that spoke of concern while simultaneously promising to handle the situation if I needed him to.

And that was one of the reasons this woman wouldn’t be able to sway me. Not only had she underestimated me, she’d underestimated exactly how much Sebek and I trusted one another.

I smiled at him, resting my hand on his arm, “Everything’s fine. I was just about to tell the lovely young woman that she needn’t worry about me. How could I ever crumble under any pressure and disappoint you when you are always so reliable?”

It was subtle, but I could see her fist clench behind her as she looked between me and Sebek. The picture of a supportive couple who wouldn’t crumble just because of a few spiteful words.

“I see.” He looked down at me for a brief moment, with a certain softness to his gaze before he looked her way. A proud smirk appeared on his face that had me bracing for the loudness that was coming.

“I THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN FOR MY PARTNER, MISS RAFFLESIA. BUT AS YOU CAN SEE THERE IS NO NEED FOR SUCH WORRIES!” 

I barely managed to not cringe at his loudness but smiled nonetheless as he broadcasted the entire situation to everyone at the ball.

Whether calculated or not, he had certainly embarrassed ‘Miss Rafflesia,’ as evidenced by the way she retreated at impressive speeds.

“Was the yelling really necessary?” I looked up at him, still smiling at his customary volume, which had been oddly absent this evening.

He looked down at me, nodding firmly as he lowered his voice, no doubt because I’d mentioned his yelling, “Indeed. They all need to know that you have my utter trust. That way, they won’t bother trying to harass you when I am not near. It would take more than just a few words to break my trust in you, and I have faith that it is the same for you.”

My eyes widened at his words, ever blunt in his honesty, no matter the topic. I laughed slightly as I recovered from my surprise, earning myself a surprised look from my partner, which only amused me further.

But how could I help it when I’d long since realized that even though this was just a fake arrangement, I could have a far worse partner than someone quite as reliable as my very own knight.

*Rafflesia is a genus of parasitic flowering plants in the family Rafflesiaceae. 

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Malleus realizing feelings + confession.

I've seen so many different headcanons of how he would confess but here is my personal take

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Malleus is been going on nightly walks with you, and opened up about his loneliness. Getting really close to you (some thing Sebak was extremely against but what he doesn't know won't hurt him).

So imagine his confusion when his heart starts beating especially quickly when you get to close.

Is this what child of men call 'heart attacks'? is he endangered? Should he be worried? so he says bye and just poofs out of there

"Sorry child of man I must go, I'm not feeling well."

"Oh well is there anything i can he-" and he's gone.

Lilia is so confused when he hears Malleus call him in a tone mixed with confusion, panic, and concern, wasn't he on the walk with the magic-less perfect he seems to have taken a liking too?

Malleus is pale complexion makes the pink-y/red hue on his face far too noticeable.

Ah, he can already connect the dots here.

"I was fine really but they stubbled closer to me and suddenly my heart is going double? triple? it's pace. Of course i'm not sure what sickness they could've given me, but surely this is not normal."

Lilia is trying so hard not to laugh, this is a serious moment. The crown prince/future king, and more importantly- one of the children he's worked hard to raise has found a love interest. So he's going to try his best to help- after all he's been around long enough to know that romantic feelings and relationships should be handled with care.

"Malleus, have you considered you may have romantic feelings for the perfect?"

Malleus literally freezes. Just stops completely.

What?

Romantic???

feelings?????

For who??????

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A million thoughts all at once

When? Where? How? Why? Is he allowed it? Can a fae even gain romantic feelings? Will they go away? Will they grow stronger? Can you notice? Have you known and not said anything? Do you like Malleus? See him as anything more than a friend? Do you even consider him a friend? Do you just tolerate him? Do you secretly share the same view point as everyone else about him and have been hiding?

The last thought left a bad taste on in his mouth. The idea of you even mildly disliking him made him want hide away. Is that normal for when a person has romantic feelings?

Lilia notices Malleus is change in attitude.

"Malleus? Are you feelings alright?"

"Yes? Maybe? No, no i don't think i am."

"Okay, maybe take a breathe. Having romantic feelings isn't the worst thing that could happen."

Malleus finds himself in the library reading books about romantic feelings and relationships, subconsciously making a checklist to see if he really does have feelings for you.

Finding the other person attractive: yeah, he'd found you more appealing than others.

Wanting to be around the person more: yes, he always found himself wanting to spend time with you.

Feeling happier around the person: of course he felt happy around you.

As he kept going through questions you'd find on the back of a teen girl magazine his head was spinning.

He had a crush on you.

Oh dear.

He didn't really know how it approach it at first

Lilia told him to "go for it" and "court the perfect if you want to be with them"

As he thought about it, a romantic relationship with you seemed... lovely.

He began to crave it, to want you to have feelings for you back.

So he decided to court you.

You were confused at first, not knowing whatever... this was that he was doing

After all one night he disappears middle of your walk, and then various nights later is giving you what is seemingly expressive jewelry.

On the third night he offered you jewelry, you said something that shattered his world.

"Malleus I can't accept this-"

To you what was simply being polite, and not accepting crazy priced gifts was to Malleus a rejection.

So he pouted, and once again disappeared without warning.

When Lilia saw Malleus upset, speaking about how the perfect does not reciprocate his feelings, he knew something was up.

Lilia wasn't an idiot he knew you liked Malleus, so he needed to know what was going on.

When you saw Lilia at your door the next day, you jumped at the chance to get answers

"Do you know why is Malleus has been acting so strange?"

"Because you rejected him."

"I didn't reject him?"

"But he was courting you, and you didn't accept his advances?"

"Courting me? Since when?!"

"Oh! you humans court differently. You see when a dragon fae wants to court someone they usually give them precious gems, and rocks."

"So when I didn't want to take it..."

"He thought you were rejected his romantic advances."

Once it had set in, you put a plan into motion.

Later that day you showed up at the Diasomnia dorm.

Sebek wanted to kick you out upon sight, but Lilia and Silver held him down so you could go speak to Malleus.

Upon seeing you he was happy at first, then heartbroken.

"Malleus I have something to gift you."

His ears perked up.

He stared down at the rock with a painted heart on it in your hands with curiosity.

"I couldn't find a precious gem on such short notice, but I hoped this would temporarily suffice in allowing me to court the great dragon prince."

He had never felt so happy.

It's now his new prized possession, next to Gao-Gao Drakon-Kun.

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maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new || Leona Kingscholar

even a decade after leaving twisted wonderland, leona still wants everything to do with you.

a/n: the angsty lion man gets very long titles lmao. reposted from my ao3 (@/soruya)

tags: leona in his 30s 👀👀👀, afab!gn!reader, unprotected sex, mostly oral sex, cum accuracy 💀✨

word count: 2.3K words

The music pounds in your head, not letting your thoughts be thought actively, and creating the barest glimpse of a headache you know will rear its ugly head tomorrow. You're not as young as you used to be, after all. You roll your eyes at your own thoughts as you massage your temples, wondering if there was a way for you to sneakily exit the club.

Looking over to your friends, who had abandoned you in their haste to drink some wine and relax, you fail to see a pair of sharp, green eyes following you in the dark of the club, the owner hidden amongst the bodies of the lusty and lonely people around you. In your haste to sneak out of the club, you fail to see him, and bump into a very familiar tanned chest, the owner bending towards to your ear to greet you with a simple "Miss me?".

The two of you stand near an alleyway, Leona keeping an eye for either paparazzi or muggers, and you're not particularly inclined to ask. An awkward silence engulfs the two of you as you drink some tea, curtesy of Leona and the café across the street. When someone calls his name, he turns to indulge in a conversation, letting you take a long look at him, finally.

The decade wasn't particularly kind to him, you note, with newer and older scars littering his arms. His hair was also shorter than you remember, meaning that at some time, it was shorn off to punish disrespect against the royal family. still makes short hair seem attractive, this isn't fair at all, you think as you sip your tea, gagging at the dregs they couldn't strain out.

"[name]." you heard behind you, turning around to see the former(?) love of your life looking at you. "Wanna head out? My place's nearby."

"Sure." you shrug, tossing the takeaway cup into the nearest garbage can you could find, quickening your pace to catch up to Leona. A short walk leaves the two of you in front of a fancy residential complex, with bright lights and the whitest walls you've ever seen in your life. Leona takes out his wallet and pulls a card out, swiping it through a swiper for the gates to open like fricking Alibaba's cave.

You snort at the whole fanciness of it all, following Leona up a few flights of stairs to his apartment. Apartment 307, you note as he unlocks the door and switches on the light, swapping his shoes for yellow fuzzy slippers that you're 100% sure were gag gifts for new years or his birthday.

"Want something to drink?" Leona is the first to break the silence, walking around his kitchen and searching through his fridge, pulling out a jar of juice and a few cans of beer, setting them down on the 4-person dining table nearby.

"You know, if you don't answer me, we're not gonna have that conversation I've been waiting a fucking decade for."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice raspy because of dehydration? nerves? you couldn't tell.

"Sit," Leona all but commands you, pulling a chair out and slouching, cracking open a can of beer. You walk up to the dining table and do the same, pouring yourself a cup of juice. "Now, tell me somethin'- was it so hard to contact me? I've been thinking about that for a while."

"It's not that I didn't want to contact you, it's just-" you pause, taking in a deep breath and exhaling before continuing. "I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say."

"The fuck does that mean?"

"What are we, Leona?" you finally look into the deep pools of green, green as the emerald-coloured earrings you are wearing, a reminder of the man who loved you enough to spend 4 hours in the Sunrise City market hunting for them. "I mean, it's been a decade. You're probably seeing someone, or if you aren't seeing someone now you were definitely seeing someone before, and-"

"Were you?" Leona cuts your rant quietly, reaching for another can of beer with an almost subdued expression. "I didn't. I waited for you."

"I didn't either," you breathe out, tears prickling your eyes as you shook your head ferociously. "I tried so hard to start the mirror, and I was so scared at first. And then I just got to thinking you moved on, and then at some point I just- I just hoped you had, I dunno."

"Move on?" Leona scoffed, downing his beer in one go before rising a little, pulling your face towards his, kissing you right underneath your left eye, then your right, and finally your lips. Both your lips chapped because of the night air, the kiss is gentle, and Leona weirdly gives you plenty of room to move- as if he was scared you'd actually move, and confirm his worst fears.

You break the kiss gently, Leona pouting and sitting back down, his flushed cheeks and parted lips and lidded eyes giving him the most lovesick look you've ever seen on him and all at once it crashes into you- how could you think he'd have ever moved on? "Leona," you pant, green eyes flicking upwards to look at you. "Living room? Your room?"

"My room," Leona breathes, and with the conviction of a man with things to do (you being the thing to do), drags you to the darker part of the house, turning the lights on and gently picking you up and tossing you onto the bed.

The bed is just as soft as the one in his room in Savanaclaw, if not softer, and you're practically melting into the mattress as Leona climbs on top of you and kisses you again, a deep and slow and loving kiss, and despite the decade, it feels like you've known him forever, but it's probably just that the decade hadn't changed the two of you as much the both of you thought it did.

Leona breaks the kiss to move to your neck, nipping at it and watching bruises bloom, sighing as your hands slip under his shirt and your nails gently trail up and down his back, his tail curling around your waist as he continues nipping and sucking at sweet spots discovered during cuddles and make out sessions all those years ago under the trees in the botanical garden at NRC.

The tears that have been pricking your eyes for so long finally spill, and Leona pulls back to wipe them away. "Don' go," you plead through your sniffling, Leona kissing your tears away as he pulls you closer to him. "'M not going anywhere, [name]. I promise," he whispers against your skin, pausing near your shirt, waiting for permission to continue.

You hum against him as he quickly and gently disrobes you (leaving your underwear on) before taking his own clothes off, letting you kiss and nibble on every scar he'd gained since leaving NRC. Leona sighs as you cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, biting on your lower lip and briefly sucking on it, leaving it slightly bruised and a shade of purple you knew you wouldn't be able to hide.

And no inch of your skin is left unmarked, Leona pinching and licking and sucking every piece of skin he could find. Not that you mind really, for your love knows how to combine pain and pleasure, and it is all too easy to coax moans and sighs out of you as you slide your fingers through his hair, now slick with sweat, and tug on it just the way you knew he liked it, eliciting a soft moan from him.

After bruising you enough for weeks, Leona dives between your thighs, focusing his attention on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, kissing and sucking your flesh, occasionally kissing the fabric of your underwear and tugging at it.

"Leona," you whine above him before shutting your thighs around him as a warning, the former chucking as he placed a last, weirdly chaste kiss on your underwear before sliding them off of you.

"Leona," you whine again, tugging gently on his hair. "Stop staring."

"Sorry," Leona apologises, sounding absolutely not sorry at all- you can hear the mirk on his face, the bastard- as he dives in, and oh, your mind goes blank, freeing every moan and whimper and plea you'd kept hidden on the tip of your tongue. Praise for him, absolute adoration mixed with worship and apologies for leaving him mixing and swirling from your brain to your tongue with no filter. You feel something wet on your face from time to time, but it's always wiped off too quickly for you to tell.

You hear more shuffling beneath you, and a wet, squelching sound as Leona strokes himself, a long sigh right against your core as he continues getting you off. "Leona, I'm close," you hiccup as Leona redoubles his efforts, adding a finger or two to speed up the process and bring you to your climax. You're pretty sure you moaned his name loud enough for his neighbours to hear, but you're also pretty sure you don't give a shit right now, basking in whatever it is you're feeling right now.

You sit up quickly and stop Leona, the beastman cocking an eyebrow at you as he lets go of his cock, hands in the air with noticeable differences. "Lemme suck you off," you ask as Leona nods, and wonder if it's possible for him to flush any harder without fainting. You get off the bed and go down on your knees, Leona switching positions and awkwardly spreading his legs. "You okay?" you ask as he nods, looking away as you pepper his cock with kisses and kitten licks, trying to understand how big he was and wondering if he'd even fit.

meh, you thought to yourself as you took in as much as you could and pumped the rest, Leona groaning quietly above you with soft praises, large hands tangled in your hair as you worked him towards his climax. "[name]," Leona gasped as he came, you chocking on the absolute taste and amount in your mouth (wtf Kingscholar why is this so bitter have you been living on meat your entire life?), you dutifully swallowing everything and gagging as you moved, Leona panting and almost whining above you.

"Darling," you start as you climb on the bed next to Leona, who sits up a little to kiss your cheek before flopping down and then pulls you into his chest with a hum. "You're lovely, but you taste like shit."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"You're bitter as hell. If I wanted something that bitter, I'd have drunk 2 litres of black coffee instead of sucking you off."

"Looked like you were having fun down there though," Leona retorts smugly as you roll your eyes.

"Not the point. Also-" you push Leona as you sit up and get on top of him, gently guiding his soft dick into you while stroking it hard, Leona reciprocating immediately. "Wanted to ride you," you gasp as you take him in, Leona grabbing your hips to steady you. "You'rso big," you moan as the sheer width of him makes your head light.

"Tell me if it hurts." Leona rarely commanded the people he cared about, and this was one of those situations, so all you do is nod before lowering yourself slowly, breathing in, breathing out as you completely bottom out, the grip Leona has on your hips so tight you're sure you'll see bruises for the next few weeks there. He only relaxes when you've completely bottomed out, bliss written all over your face.

"You okay?" he asks you as you nod, bouncing up and down slowly as Leona grasps your hips gently, eyes on you. Leona waits all of 5 minutes before flipping you over and leaning above you, gently thrusting into you as your hands roam over his chest and broad shoulders that somehow got even broader, teasing his nipples occasionally. Kissing him softly, your hands make their way to his ears and the hair around them, rubbing them gently as Leona shudders above you.

"I'll cum outside," he pants, breaking the kiss as your eyes widen- you forgot a condom, or protection of any sort. You nod and laugh, Leona joining you as he bumps your foreheads together and pulls out, coming on his hand as you climax too. You're sure the bed is a mess, but you don't care, you are sore as hell and need your man.

"How the hell did we forget a condom?" you laugh and facepalm as Leona stands up shakily, walking towards the joint bathroom and switching on the tap to the bath.

"I dunno, maybe it was the 'hey, I ain't see you in a decade and now we gotta fuck' hormone," Leona answers he emerges from the bathroom, sitting next to you. "I started fillin' the tub, it should be full in like 5 minutes? The flow is shitty here."

"Thanks, love," you say as you kiss his cheek, and try not to let your sheepish grin show, but Leona knows better and manages to coax your burning question out of you.

"I kinda feel bad for the neighbours. You've got like, what, 10 apartments on this floor?"

"There aren't any neighbours, [name]."

"What?"

"There aren't any neighbours." Leona repeats.

"Why not? This place that expensive?"

"Well, yeah," Leona answers, turning towards you and picking you up almost effortlessly, sitting you in the bathtub before switching off the tap and joining you. "But it's also because I bought all 10 apartments."

"What. Why."

"Because."

"Because what?!"

note: there can never be just smut. we must have comedie

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It's Done | Sebastian x Reader (Angst)

Category: Angst (Suggested) Age: 17+ Trigger Warnings: Mention of cheating, suicide attempt, implied suicide, overdose Ship: Sebastian x Reader Summary: Sebastian tells (Y/N) the truth about her boyfriend, his best friend, Sam, and she simply spirals after that Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 5.1k

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The Luau of all possible times to break the information to her. The truth. The truth that made the woman’s heart crumble almost as hard as when her Grandfather died - which says a lot about how much she loved Sam.

They were sitting around the campfire on the Beach, all laughing and joking around. Abigail being loud for once, but that’s most likely a result of the alcohol coursing through her system, Sam making terrible jokes along with the purple-haired woman, and Sebastian just keeping his usual stoic expression, arms out behind him, palms flat in the sand to keep him half sat up and half laying down.

“Remember that time we broke into JojaMart before it was fully constructed? We nearly got caught by Morris!” Sam laughs, lightly pushing Abigail to emphasise his story.

The woman laughs harder than what (Y/N) would deem necessary but she wasn’t there at that time in their life.

“Oh my God, Sammy, we could’ve gotten into serious trouble!” Abigail squeals, the pair hiccuping on the alcohol in their bloodstream and the cackles pouring from their lips.

(Y/N) furrows her brows at that moment.

Sammy?

Whenever (Y/N) attempted to use the same nickname on the blond, he immediately shut it down. Said he hated it. She questioned no further. Her boyfriend didn’t need a reason to dislike a certain nickname, but how come it’s okay for Abigail to use it?

Then again, they are absolutely smashed.

Sebastian stands up suddenly, throwing on his hoodie and pulling out his cigarettes, gesturing toward them as Abigail and Sam glance in his direction.

Sam nods whilst Abigail turns her attention back to the blond and continues with their humorous story. Seeing a glint in the quiet man’s eyes that almost pleads with her to trust him, (Y/N) stands up and murmurs some excuse about going for a quick walk to stretch her legs, which her boyfriend pays no mind to.

She follows Sebastian up the pier until they’re stood in front of Willy’s shop, the building protecting them from the sights of their friends on the beach.

“What’s going on?” (Y/N) begins as the man lights the cigarette hanging from his lips.

He remains silent as he takes the first drag before pulling it from his mouth, sighing out the toxic smoke into the cool, night air of Spring.

“He’s cheating on you.”

The breath is taken straight from her lungs at that moment. The man breathing all the available air around them through the next drag of his cigarette.

“Sorry?” Her voice is quiet. Almost a squeak.

Sebastian turns to look at the woman then, not having ever heard her sound so quiet. So vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve probably sugar-coated that a bit.”

This is the most conversation she’s gotten out of the man in all three-years they’ve been friends. Well, friends might be pushing it. Three-years since they’ve been acquainted.

(Y/N) shakes her head but keeps her eyes on the sea, not daring to move. She doesn’t know if she can.

“How long?” Are the only words she manages.

The man sighs and turns his own eyes back to the water, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“I don’t know for sure; I caught them making out behind The Stardrop after Gus’ birthday party last year on my way home.”

The realisation is too much, the woman wretches, knees almost buckling as she throws up the contents of her stomach, tainting the gorgeous blue water below them.

Sebastian panics, throwing his cigarette into the water without a second thought, grabbing the woman carefully but strong enough to make sure she doesn’t fall. One hand around her waist with the other holding her hair out the way of the waterfall of alcohol and feelings that rips from her mouth.

“Hey, woah, shit, okay, it’s okay, just let it out.” He stumbles over his words a little bit. She’s not surprised. This is probably the most human interaction he’s had in years, and it’s unfortunately being used to soothe her shattering heart.

They remain silent while she comes down from her vomiting.

“You good?” He offers when she’s finally settled for at least sixty-seconds.

She opens and closes her mouth a few times, spitting into the water to try remove the horrible aftertaste that curses her mouth.

She nods before changing it to the shaking of her head before changing it back.

“Do we have any water?” She asks, Sebastian now taking the opportunity to remove the contact he has on her.

“I’m pretty sure we have a few bottles left back there from the Luau.” He tells her, eyes locked on the side profile of her face as she still stares out at the sea.

A breath of a laugh escapes her lips. She spits again and turns to face away from the man.

“Thank you, Sebastian. Have a good night.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just watches as she walks back down the pier toward their two friends who’ve been deceiving her for God-knows how long, but she doesn’t even know it was Abigail yet.

She broke up with Sam that night. There and then on the beach. Abigail looks gobsmacked, and Sam just looks confused. Maybe upset.

The cottage is noticeably colder that night, the alcohol in her own system not helping at all. Fortunately she has to be up at six-AM to feed the chickens and water some of the new plants she bought that she hasn’t had time to craft some sprinklers for yet, so she only has to manage four hours in the bed. Alone.

The next day is dull. So are the six that follow after that. She doesn’t leave the farm. She doesn’t go into town and check the bulletin boards and help everyone like she always did. She doesn’t go for breakfast with Lewis on Tuesday like they always did, and she doesn’t help Leah with painting on a Thursday afternoon. She just wakes up, tends to her farm - the bare minimum she can do - and then goes back to bed.

She doesn’t cry. No. She just feels numb.

Sam made her feel more welcomed into Stardew Valley than anyone else. He showed her more love and affection than she had ever even seen before when she lived in the city. And he understood how she felt because he used to live in the city too. And yet, that wasn’t enough. She gave him her all and it was still never enough. She never was, never has been, and never will be, enough.

The knock at her cottage door startles her. Literally. She jumps and a peak of a squeal escapes her lips as she stares down the small corridor of her home that connects the bedroom to the living room where her front door is.

For a second she thinks she’s hallucinating. Thinks that she made the sound up in her head. But then it knocks again. Firmer this time.

She gulps and clambers out of bed, quickly scanning herself over in the body-length mirror to see if she looks as bad as she thinks. She does, but she doesn’t have much of a choice. Her lights are on and everyone in this village knows she would never leave them on if she was out.

Pulling open the door, she expected her ex-boyfriend, not his best friend.

“Hey.” Is the only word he says, cigarette between his fingers once again.

“Hi.”

She feels cliche. Like she’s in some movie. Why is this so awkward? Oh, yeah, right, because Sebastian has never once given her the time of day, so why the hell is he on her doorstep? Alone? The only time he’s done this was to come and have band practice with Sam and Abigail.

He almost seems to be asking himself the same question: why is he here?

“Are you okay?”

It catches her off-guard.

“Yeah, why?”

He raises a brow at her answer as if she’s stupid.

“No offence but why are you here?” She adds, watching him shrug and look around for an appropriate ashtray.

She offers her hand out and takes the stub off of him, keeping it in her hand to throw away once she’s back inside.

“Thought I’d check in. You missed, uhm, Sam’s birthday party. You really like parties.”

The statement catches her off-guard. Not that she missed her ex’s birthday, no, but Sebastian noticed that she likes parties?

“How do you know that?” She asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh, cause you’re always your happiest at any party.”

She’s confused. Very confused.

“Yeah, but how do you know that?”

“Cause I’ve seen you at the parties? I’m confused; what do you want me to say?”

“You noticed me?”

A mild blush coats his cheeks as he sighs and glances away from her.

“You’re usually pretty chatty so you’re not exactly hard to miss.”

Ouch.

“Not in a bad way. I mean, like, you’re the life of the party most of the time. You’ve never missed a single one.” He defends, noticing the way her face drops at his words. “I just, I know you broke it off, but I was surprised you missed it nonetheless. I just wanted to check how you were doing.”

“I’m fine, thank you, sorry for your wasted journey.” She closes the door after that, too tired to socialise anymore.

As much as she doesn’t want to be, she’s grateful that someone came to check on her. At least she’s still wanted. She’s just surprised it was Sebastian of all people.

Perhaps she wants him to knock again and tell her that he’s not leaving until he knows for sure that she’s okay, but that’s not what she really wants. Or is it? She doesn’t know.

Another week passes and she’s now more aware of all the birthdays she’s missing. She feels particularly bad for missing Demetrius’ party, given that him and Robin made her feel so welcomed into the Valley when she first arrived, let alone the fact that it’s almost Sebastian’s step-father. She missed Willy’s birthday too, but she knows she could never have attended that. It’s always hosted at the beach, obviously, and she’s not too sure she could face going back there.

Fourteen-days since she had her heart broken by her boyfriend, and he wasn’t even the one to admit it.

Maybe she should’ve at least checked that Sebastian’s words were true before she made such a rash decision, but deep down she knows they definitely were. The man of few words would always choose to not speak if he could, but something made him want to tell her that day. She trusts him. He’s always honest if he does choose to speak.

Maybe she should’ve asked who Sam cheated with. But the truth is she doesn’t care. Why should she? The point is that he chose to crush her heart, it doesn’t matter who he used to do that.

It’s the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies on Sunday. Her favourite holiday of the year. Whilst she thoroughly enjoys Summer, she adores Winter. She loves snow far too much.

For the last three years, she went with Sam, always. He always told her that he adores the way her eyes glimmer in the light of the jellyfish.

What a load of utter bullshit.

She knows she should go though. People really will start to worry since they know how much she adores it.

So she goes. She drags herself out of bed, showers, tends to her farm, wears her favourite silver dress and walks down to the beach for the first time in seventeen days.

“(Y/N)!” Leah exclaims, running across the sand to give the woman a hug. “Oh my goodness, where have you been!? I’ve missed you so much!”

(Y/N) giggles and grins.

“I’m sorry! I’ve been feeling a little down so just been focusing on keeping the farm up to standard. How’ve you been?”

If the woman is being honest, Leah’s words and life update go straight in one ear and out of the other. She’s too caught up in her own thoughts on looking around in search of that distinctive blond hair.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you from saying hello to everyone! I’ll see you around, (Y/N)!” The red-head finally says, (Y/N) smiling earnestly and nodding before continue her route around the beach, saying hello to everybody, apologising to Willy for missing his birthday, as with Demetrius, but then she stands at the bottom of the right-hand pier where the band are stood chatting at the top.

Well, two of them are chatting.

“You doing okay?” (Y/N)’s head turns to her left where Haley and Alex are standing, both looking at the woman with a solemn smile.

She simply beams in response and nods.

“Yeah, for sure, thank you! How’re you guys doing?” The woman offers, Haley nodding.

“Pretty good, thanks. I left my camera at home though.”

“Again!?” (Y/N) jokes, Alex chuckling.

“She always does.” The jock agrees.

Their conversation ends but the woman doesn’t move, keeping her eyes on the trio at the top once again.

As if feeling her stare, Sebastian turns his head and catches her eye, a brief smile taking over his face as he notices her. He glances at his two friends, seeing them too caught up in their own conversation, before walking down the pier.

“I’m glad you came.”

The woman smiles and nods.

“I guess I had to leave the farm at some point so people wouldn’t think I was dead.” She attempts to joke, which he surprisingly chuckles at.

“Yeah.”

The pair fall into a silence for a few moments, the chatter of the villagers filling the space, along with the sound of the waves hitting the wooden pier.

“How’s he doing?” She dares, the pair looking at the blond as he continues joking around with Abigail.

Sebastian doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want one really.

“Are you excited?” She offers instead.

“I’m pretty sure I saw something big and dark moving down there to be honest.” He answers, making the woman chuckle.

“You sure that wasn’t your reflection?”

Another laugh from the usually silent man.

“I’m going to send off the boat, folks.” Lewis’ voice captures everyone's attention.

“You should go back to them.” (Y/N) smiles, her and Sebastian finally looking at one another again.

He shrugs.

“No need.”

She smiles. Whether Sebastian really doesn’t care about standing with his friends, or whether he just doesn’t want (Y/N) to be alone, she appreciates it.

The jellyfish appear shortly after Lewis sends off the boat, everyone gasping and whispering, but (Y/N) and Sebastian remain silent. She smiles at the view. It’s her favourite. Beautiful.

“You’re happy.” Sebastian murmurs.

She doesn’t respond.

It’s unfortunate timing when the woman turns her head and watches as her ex-boyfriend and best-friend lock lips under the light of the jellyfish, their arms wrapped around one another in a way that looks so… natural.

Surely not? Surely there’s no way that her boyfriend and her best friend have been fucking around behind her back. Surely?

She feels bile rising up in her throat again. The same way it did when Sebastian first confessed the truth behind her lying boyfriend.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.” She murmurs, Sebastian now looking at (Y/N) before diverting his attention to whatever it is she’s staring at.

His eyes widen at the sight. He knew it was Abigail, sure, but Sam said it wasn’t ever going to be a public, legitimate thing. Just a friends-with-benefits kind of deal. That doesn’t make it better but it meant that she was safe from coming out to events like this without having to see that.

The quiet man gulps and she hears it.

“You knew it was her.” It’s not a question. Her eyes remain locked on the couple at the end of the pier.

Sebastian says nothing.

She can’t stand it. She thought that she would never need to know who it was her boyfriend was cheating on her with but this is something else.

She turns around and leaves. Walks straight back down the pier, capturing the attention of Haley and Alex once again as she does, but they don’t do anything.

“You’re going to miss the jellies, miss!” Vincent’s voice attempts as she passes him on the way, but she ignores him.

She feels awful but her mind is a whirlpool of emotions right now.

What she doesn’t see is the aftermath of what she walked away from.

Sebastian takes a deep breath before walking up to the top of the pier and ripping his friends off of each other before swinging his fist straight into Sam’s face.

A gasp from Abigail, and Haley which is unheard.

“You fucking told me you weren’t gonna be public.”

Sam’s nose is bleeding, his hand covering it in an attempt to soothe the throb. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at his usually stoic best friend.

“What the fuck, man?”

“Seb, what the hell?” Abigail adds, eyes wide.

“You know what? I’m done. Trying to keep your secret whilst she was with us was hard enough, but you two being public barely two-weeks after she finds out? You’re fucked. Fuck you both, I’m done.”

He says nothing more as he walks down the pier in an attempt to catch up to the woman.

“Sebastian, man, are you alright?” Alex’s voice calls as he passes, but he ignores it.

He doesn’t want sympathy or pity. She doesn’t want sympathy or pity. He knows this. So why the hell is he going after her?

“(Y/N)!” He calls as he passes the Stardrop, noticing her as she heads down the path home.

She ignores him.

“(Y/N), wait, please!”

The woman swings around and Sebastian’s posture falters at the sight of her tears and make-up smeared face.

“Fuck them and fuck you!” She yells, her voice breaking.

“(Y/N), please, listen-”

“I don’t wanna listen! I’m done, Sebastian, okay? I’m done. I appreciate you telling me the truth but I’m done now. Please just leave me alone.”

She turns to walk away again. He takes a step forward to follow her but he manages to stop himself. He knows what it’s like to be pushed and pushed to do something when you don’t want to. Especially talking. So he stops. And he doesn’t follow her. And that may have been the last time he ever chose to not talk.

Time passes. He doesn’t see her through fall. He doesn’t try. He checks the farm every so often to make sure she’s still alive, but that’s all.

It’s painfully cliche that the next time he saw her was his birthday. It was never intentional, just purely a bad coincidence.

All the villagers were over at his house for his birthday, his mother putting on a huge spread just outside their home, making use of all the space they have. Despite Sebastian not enjoying socialising, he appreciates the amount of people who have made the effort to come and celebrate with him anyway.

It’s late at night now. Maybe nine or ten-PM. Most guests have gone home, his parents have gone to bed.

He’s sitting at the dining table in the kitchen with Maru, Alex and Haley when Sam and Abigail turn the corner, Sebastian’s expression remaining as stoic as ever when he sees them.

“Hey, man, we just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I know you don’t like events but we just wanted to wish you our best.” Sam offers, Haley breathing out a pitiful laugh.

“How sweet of you both.” The blonde woman offers, Alex chuckling at the sarcasm dripping from her lips.

“I think it’s best that you leave to be honest.” Maru suggests, looking sad as they were once her friends too, but she knows what they did and she knows that’s unforgivable. And more so, if Sebastian hates them then she hates them too. She trusts her older brother enough.

Sam gulps but nods, turning away, but Abigail stays put.

“You’re really just gonna throw all our years of friendship out just like that?” She asks the birthday boy.

“Isn’t that exactly what you did to (Y/N)?” He asks, expression not changing.

“She wasn’t even friends with us that long and she never really fit in with us anyway, Seb, you know that.”

“Are you serious?”

There’s a look in his eyes that shows a fury that neither Abigail nor Sam had ever seen before. The blond grabs Abigail’s hand and gently tugs her toward him.

“Come on, Abby, let’s go.”

“SOMEBODY, PLEASE, HELP!” A voice echoes through the halls of the Carpenter’s home, everyone standing up and sprinting down the corridors until they get to the entrance hall. The sight makes Sebastian’s knees nearly buckle.

Linus is there with a body in his arms. Her body in his arms.

“Help, please, I just found her like this around the caves, I don’t know if she’s breathing!” The man yells, eyes desperate and begging.

Sebastian shoves past everyone and looks down at the woman he hasn’t seen since the end of Summer. There are cuts all over her body, blood is still dripping onto the golden-coloured rug that sits in the entrance hall. Her eyes are shut and unmoving, arms limp by her side.

“Maru, do you have a key for Harvey’s place?” He asks, turning to look at his half-sister with more seriousness than ever before.

The woman shakes her head.

“No, but Harvey will be in, he only left here an hour or so ago.”

Sebastian nods and takes the woman out of Linus’ hold before meeting his eye.

“Thank you.”

They’re only two words but Linus knows they hold so much meaning.

“HARVEY, OPEN UP! EMERGENCY!” Maru yells, along with Alex and Haley.

They’re banging on the door of the doctor’s, not even concerned that they’re probably going to wake Pierre and Caroline too.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Sebastian mutters, body shaking as he continues looking down at the woman in his arms.

“Seb-”

“Don’t fucking speak to me right now.” The man cuts off Abigail before she even finishes whatever word was coming out her mouth.

Sam is shaken up. His eyes boring down on the woman he once loved. The woman whose heart he broke.

“She was always so careful when out in the caves. She always stopped whenever she was out-numbered with monsters. She would never use up all her energy. She was never reckless, so what the hell happened!?” The blond asks out loud, mind racing with how his ex-lover could’ve ended up in such a situation.

“You happened.” Sebastian states, not taking his eyes off of the woman.

The blond is taken aback by his old friend’s statement but deep down he knows it’s true.

The sound of the doctor’s door unlocking prompts the stoic man to look up.

“What the hell is going on?” Harvey’s voice asks as he looks at the crowd on his doorstep.

“Harvey, it’s (Y/N), she was in the caves and seems to have gotten into some trouble, she’s unconscious and bleeding.” Maru summarises, the doctor nodding and quickly ushering in Sebastian and Maru.

“If you could all please wait outside whilst I examine her.” Harvey asks, Alex nodding on behalf of everyone.

“No worries, Harvey, just please make sure she’s alright.” The brunet pleads.

Harvey nods before closing the door and dashing toward the medical room where Sebastian has set down the woman.

There’s a handful of medical talk between the Doctor and Maru whilst Sebastian sits on the chair beside the bed, watching the pair of them work on the woman with vigor.

It’s about forty-five minutes later when they finally stop.

“Okay, she’s gonna be fine.” Harvey begins, Sebastian standing up and nodding, awaiting further information. “None of her cuts were too fatal but she has sprained her left wrist and split open the back of her right calf so she’s pretty imobile but at least two-weeks, maybe four.”

Sebastian gulps but nods, awaiting any further detail.

“She’s gonna need someone to help her out. She lives alone at the farm, right? Does she have anyone who could stay with her for some time?”

Before Maru could even ask her brother for suggestions, he’s already volunteering.

“I’ll do it. It’s no bother.”

The smile on Maru’s face is almost enough to make the man cry. She always was the only one who looked up to him but he ignored it, clouded by his own jealousy.

“Are you sure?” Harvey confirms, Sebastian nodding.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

She stays at the Doctor’s until she wakes up again which isn’t until noon the following day.

“What the hell?” She murmurs, growing accustomed to the bright lights around her.

“You’re at the Doctor’s.” Sebastian offers, prompting her head to snap toward him, eyes widening.

“Sebastian…” It’s a whisper.

He says nothing. Attempts a pitiful smile.

“What happened?” The woman asks.

“You got hurt in the caves; Linus found you, brought you to my house as it was closest.” He briefs.

She nods slowly.

“I gotta thank Linus.”

Sebastian nods in agreement.

“Harvey says you can’t be on your own while you recover so I’m gonna come stay with you at the farm.”

“What the hell? No - I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, (Y/N), you nearly died.”

She hears the stress in his voice as he states the fact.

“But I’m not dead.”

“It’s not really up for negotiation; Harvey’s orders.”

“Does it have to be you?”

The man releases a breath of laughter.

“I suppose not, no.”

“I want to go home.” She states, Sebastian nodding.

“I’ll grab Harvey, see if he can give the okay.”

(Y/N) nods and watches him walk toward the door.

“Sebastian,”

He stops and turns to face the woman, stoic expression back once again.

“Hm?”

“Sorry I missed your birthday.”

He smiles and shakes his head.

“Let me help you get back to full health and I’ll forgive you.”

“Deal.”

Harvey dismisses the woman that day and Sebastian helps her back to the farm.

“Do you need me to go do anything? Water plants? Check on the animals?”

The woman smiles at him and he trails off, unsure what he’s done to cause such a reaction.

“What?”

“Thank you.” She whispers, watching him give a small smile in response.

“You don’t need to thank me, just give me a checklist.”

So she does. Sebastian maintains her farm every single day using the checklist she provided, making sure to cook her breakfast, lunch and dinner.

She’s impressed at how different he is compared to when he was at Robin’s all the time, locked up in his room playing video games. She hates it. Feels indescribable amounts of guilt that she’s taken him away from the comfort of his usual day-to-day life.

She not only missed his birthday but gatecrashed it by being reckless up in the caves. He deserves better. Not even including how guilty she feels that she ripped him away from Sam and Abigail, especially when she’s certain that he had feelings for Abigail for a long, long time.

It hurts. Her heart. She thought a fresh start at the farm would be good for her, but she hurts now more than ever.

The woman hobbles to the bathroom in her cottage, locking the door behind her while Sebastian is out tending to her crops. Opening the bathroom cupboard, she grabs all the medications she’s been prescribed by Harvey. She’s crying now. Silently screaming for help but she doesn’t want it. Does she? Maybe she does. Maybe she’s tired of Sebastian sleeping on the couch of her cottage. Tired of him cooking her food like they’re an old married couple. Tired of being useless. Tired of not being enough.

She swallows two. Then two more. Then two more. Then two of a different type. Then two more. And more. And more. And more.

She sinks to the floor, medication bottles scattered around her. She’s done.

Her head is floating but feels so heavy at the same time. It makes no sense. It’s almost nice though. Relieving. It’s over.

Sebastian is really good with gut instincts and feelings. He prides himself on it. It’s almost creepy how good his gut feelings are. But he never trusted them again after that.

He walks back into the cottage without a worry in the world.

“I fed the animals, watered the plants and filled up Miso’s bowl.” He calls, referring to the pet cat she has wandering the farm grounds. “Do you need me to do anything else before I cook some dinner?”

No response. Probably sleeping. She’s been pretty restless the last week. Unable to sleep. He stirred when she hobbled into the living room one night in search of some juice. She apologised for waking him but he didn’t mind. They watched some TV show before she fell asleep on the sofa beside him. He carried her to bed. They never spoke of it.

He starts boiling the kettle before walking into her bedroom, already smiling at the sight but it quickly disappears when that sight isn’t there.

“(Y/N)?” He calls, furrowing his brows and looking around the room in case he’s missed her in plain sight. “(Y/N), I hate shit like this, please don’t fuck around.”

He sounds harsh but he’s honest. He hates hide-and-seek and other stupid games. They cause him to overthink and worry.

There’s no response. He tries the bathroom which is when he acknowledges the locked door.

“(Y/N)?” He calls, knocking on the wood that separates him from the room.

No response.

“(Y/N)!”

Nothing.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna break this door down if you don’t answer me. I’m not kidding.” If she could hear him, she’d know full well he’s not kidding, but she can’t.

His heart is racing.

The thought of her passing out worries him to no end. Especially if she’s hit her head on the way down, or passed out in the bath. She could accidentally drown herself. Her injuries could worsen, not that he minds helping her out. She deserves it. She’s gone through enough shit.

He’s always secluded in his room and isn’t exactly fit, but he breaks the door down with a few shoulder barges, but the sight scares him to death.

She’s not passed out.

Not hit her head.

Not drowned in the bath.

No accidents happened.

But she’s pasty white.

The orange pill bottles that surround her body are the only colour left in the room.

“(Y/N)!” The usually stoic man screams.

He drops to his knees, arms wrapping around her body, hands frantically searching for a heartbeat.

“No, no, no, no!” He’s crying. Tears are streaming. There’s no way. “(Y/N), WAKE THE FUCK UP, PLEASE!”

Nothing.

Not a single twitch.

“HELP! SOMEBODY, FUCK, PLEASE!”

Nothing.

He manages to lift her and run to Harvey but it’s too late.

She’s done.

She’s gone.

And so is he.

[midocchin]

The A.S.S. Trio do some KARAOKE

(aka i made them a voice hc video)

also might make these into prints sometime? hehehehe

[midocchin]

☆ do you want somebody (like i want somebody) ☆

koga oogami x gn!reader

word count: 1.9k words

info: fluff, probably inaccurate lore, reader isnt in the idol course but also not a regular student or producer, maybe counts as a song fic ☾ditto - newjeans☽, npc friends that i couldn't think up good names for whoops, minor language near the end.

a/n: i wrote this while at a cousin’s house HELP. this is purely self indulgent because i’ve been thinking about newjeans recently LMAO.

You can remember every moment you’ve shared with Koga ever since you first met back in your first year at Yumenosaki. His ups, his downs, and everything in between, you were there for it all. You remember comforting him whenever Rei used to go overseas, and eventually DEADMANZ’s disbandment. He always tried to be so indifferent, but you could always tell. Of course you could. He would never let anyone see him like this but you. You supported his impulsive B1 DreFes performances, even if you did get in trouble with the council. You can remember the scolding you two would receive from Keito. Your other friends would always see you sulking when you got to your building afterwards. Everything he did, you were always by his side.

Of course, Koga was always there for you too. Whenever he could, he would make it to your practices. When he did, you never really got any progress done. You would always goof off before he “scolds” you for not being on task. and then he proceeds to distract you further. You’ve had to ban him from the practice rooms a few times. In the middle of your own performances, you could always see him somewhere in the crowd. Every time you walked onto the stage, you would scan the crowd to find him. He found out and would purposefully blend in and make you scan even harder. If you never saw him, he would come up to you after your performance and boast about his “win”.

As the years passed with him, you started to view him differently. Your heart would start to beat faster around him. You could feel your face bloom into warmth when you would accidentally brush hands. You’ve spent nights thinking about his touch, how it would feel to hold his slightly callused hands. And since when did you start staring at his lips when you walked together? You would rant to the friends who shared the same course as you.

“That is seriously sappy. You are so head over heels for him,” Shuntaro teased. You glared at him before you heard another voice speak up.

“Literally! It sounds like it came straight out of a romance novel!”, Hikari exclaimed. You groaned, feeling the heat creep back up your cheeks. You really didn’t want to admit it, but it was very obvious to everyone.

You’re in love with Koga Oogami, your best friend.

“HnhnhnnnggAAAAHH!! God I hate this… I don’t know what to do…”, you complain, your hands gripping the sides of your head before dropping them. You prop one of your arms on the table where the three of you sat, resting your head in your hand.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just go up to him and tell him you like him?”, Shuntaro suggested, a teasing grin lying on his face. You and Hikari turn to face him, you staring at him with a deadpan expression, and Hikari looking at him as if he murdered someone.

“Dude, they can’t just do that! This is their best best friend. They can’t just casually walk up to him and say ‘Hey, I like you and have liked you since the start of our second year!’”, she argues for you, but you shake your head.

“No no, he’s right. But I’m not doing that. No way,” you look at Hikari, a small almost apologetic smile on your face. She nods. Silence washes over the three of you, not that you minded too much. It takes a bit, but finally someone spoke.

“So, how do you plan on confessing to him?”, Hikari asked you. You didn’t really give the confession much thought. You told yourself that you’d find a way to do it later constantly, even before this conversation, but you never did. you thought about it harder. You want something direct, but still romantic. not abrupt, but not beating around the bush.

What can bridge the two together, you wonder.

“Heeeeyyy, you still there??” Hikari waves a hand in front of your eyes while you blink, focus back on your friends.

“My bad.. I thought about it for a little bit, but I think I have an idea.” You motion for them to lean in and whisper in their ears.

——————

God this was so stupid. That was the most cliché thing you ever thought of. But it’s too late to go back. Your friends are rooting for you now, and you are not chickening out.

Walking next to Koga, you could feel your heart beat out of your chest. You’re not sure what exactly it is. Is it just your feelings for him or is it the anxiety of confessing? The nervousness of messing up your dream scenario? The uncertainty of your best friend becoming your boyfriend or said best friend rejecting you and slowly drifting away afterward? You wish someone could tell you.

Despite all the nerves in your body telling you not to, you managed to ask Koga to wait for you by the front of the school.

“Huh? why d’ya need me to do that? miss me walkin’ you home?”, he teases, leaning forward slightly. You can’t deny that. He has been busy the past few months that you haven’t had time to do so. Still, you jokingly push him away.

“That doesn’t matter right now. I just need you-“ “Hah! You didn’t deny it!” You were cut off short by Koga. You can feel the familiar heat return to your cheeks. This man can be so annoying, but you won’t lie, it was kinda cute.

“If you could let me FINISH, I just need you to meet me there. It’s something important.”

“What’s so important that you need me there? Can’tcha just text or call me?”

All of a sudden your nerves are telling you to back out. To tell him never mind. To keep your relationship the way it is. Don’t ruin it.

“I.. I just need you there, kay?”, you mustered out. He looked at you, admittedly confused, but he left it alone. Whatever it was, he’ll find out later anyway. The two of you make it to the gate and part ways to your respective buildings.

Once you’re sure he’s out of sight, you open your bag, peeking inside before reaching in. You grab a pristine envelope, a paw print sticker sealing the flap shut. You check for any folds or wrinkles, relieved to find none.

‘Even in the worst case scenario, I can at least hope he at least appreciates the effort.’, you thought to yourself sarcastically.

After school came a lot faster than you thought it would. The confession was plaguing you all day, and it was obvious. At least to your friends. You kept thinking of the possible outcomes. Thousands. Thousands of outcomes came to you, some more unrealistic than others.

To say you were anxious was an understatement. But still, you trudged on anyway. You made your way to the front of the main building. It wasn’t difficult to spot Koga, but it was difficult to reach him. The wave of students walking up to friends or leaving made it harder than you thought to get to him him. Still, you made it.

“There ‘ya are. Took ‘ya forever to get here.”

“Not my fault my building is further away from the main building. Besides, don’t you see the sea of other students? I had to weave my way around just to get here!”, you complained. You should’ve thought about this more. There’s way too many people around.

“Well ‘ya should’ve-“ “Yeah, I know, I know. Tell you to meet me somewhere else. Well now we’re going to that somewhere else, okay?” Before he could answer, you grab his hand and run back into the building. You were too focused on getting somewhere private that you didn’t realize that the two of you had intertwined fingers, a pink flush prominent on Koga’s face.

You finally made it to an empty hallway. You let go of his hand. You both take a second to catch your breath.

“What was that for?!”, he yelled.

“I know I said this was important, but I forgot to mention this is also private.”

“Well what is it? I’ve got no clue as ‘ta what this could be.” The question you dreaded, but had also been anticipating for so long. You reach into your bag and hand him the letter.

“To the idiot receiving this letter,

I hope you know I put my whole heart and soul into this.

As you know, we’ve been friends ever since the start of our time at Yumenosaki. Everyday I’ve spent with you has made my life so much better, even if I don’t say it out loud. You’ve been there for me through every important event in not only my performing career, but in my life.

As the days have passed, however, I couldn’t help but feel different around you. I didn’t know what it was at first. I just thought that maybe stage fright was getting to me, since I had a show that week. but it never went away. It only grew. When I sat down to think about it, it all clicked.

My heart would skip beats every time you were near me. I started actively looking to impress you, even in more mundane situations. I looked your way much more than I ever did before. When I lay in bed at night, my thoughts were always filled with you.

My feelings for you, like the memories we share, have grown so big.

I’m in love with you, Koga Oogami.

From,

[name]”

He looked over the letter for what felt like an eternity. The entire time he read it, you couldn’t even look at him. You looked anywhere but him. The silence between you was deafening. He finally spoke up, but he didn’t say anything you expected.

“Say it.”

“..Huh?”

“Say it.”

Out of all the outcomes and scenarios you had envisioned, you never thought he would say this.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to make me say?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“And you call me an idiot. I’m sayin’ to tell me what you wrote to me. Directly. I want ‘ya to.”

And all of sudden, you’re stunned. Your face flushes at his words. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“I… I’m in love with you, Koga Oogami.” You feel his callused hands grab hold of yours.

“I’m in love with you too, [name, last name]. ‘Have been for so long.”

You really feel like you’re in heaven. Hesitantly, you go to cup his face, searching for any signs of refusal. Instead, he looks at you with an unfamiliar, yet all too familiar look of tenderness in his eyes. His golden eyes. You always thought they were beautiful.

Subconsciously, you and Koga leaned your faces in closer. Before you knew it, you closed your eyes shut and felt a pair of lips against yours. You've dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it's a reality. His lips fit perfectly against yours, just as you had hoped. You could feel his arms wrap around you, as if ensuring you wouldn’t pull away too early.

Finally, he pulls his lips away from yours. You take a minute to just gaze at him lovingly before cracking and snickering. It isn’t long before he joins too.

“What? We both just confessed to each other and now you’re laughing? Damn.”, he says in between laughs.

“God this was so fucking cheesy.”, You chuckle out.

You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[midocchin]

KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR & THE UNWILLING DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. silver vanrouge

"And you don’t have to say anything now, of course, I just thought I owed you an explanation as to why i acted the way i did…”

Synopsis: Dragged into another one of Azul's contracts, you're forced to go on a date with some doe-eyed prince named Phillip and it seems that Silver has offered to serve as your bodyguard.

Character/s: Silver Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Reader wears Heels&Dress, Silver cries, Bodyguard! Silver, Prince Phillip, Hidden feelings, Confessions, Im just thirsting for Silver here tbh

Word Count: 1k+ | 🎸Event Masterlist

Nervously taking a sip of your drink, you smoothed out the wrinkles on your dress and attempted to act normal. Well, as normal as someone in your situation could be. After getting dragged into a contract by the one and only Azul Ashengrotto, you were made to meet up with a client of his.

The octopus needed valuable information from him and told you to "use your charms" on the boy.

Whatever that means...

Sighing, you glance over at the shadowy figure sitting a few tables away from you.

Azul was suprisingly generous enough to grant you some protection. Protection which came in the form of a bodyguard named Silver Vanrouge.

Now, he was hardly the worst person in the campus but after your argument with him a few days back, things were still a bit...tense.

Obscured by the curtain drapes and dimmed lights of the lounge, you could barely make out Silver's sharp auroral gaze piercing through you. In all honesty, you were taken aback by just how well-hidden he was. For someone with his stature, he sure was remarkably stealthy.

Silver was casually leaning back against the plush couch, legs spread with his leather-clad hands clasped between his thighs. Instead of his usual outfit, he was dressed in a silky light green button-down shirt.

His legs donned black high-waisted slacks which was held up by a leather belt. Azul had given him the outfit to serve as a "uniform" of sorts. In addition to that, he carried his magic pen and sword, both of which were sheathed at his left hip.

Before you could continue ogling at your "bodyguard", a hand waves itself over your face. Blinking, you look up to see a bright-eyed brunette beaming down on you. The boy was slim but fairly built. He had on a grayish-tan vest over a black turtleneck shirt, dark brown pants, and black boots. Most notable was the red cape draped onto his shoulder, the vibrant crimson an odd contrast to his otherwise muted outfit.

"Hello there, are you the prefect?" The stranger smiled at you, revealing two dimples on the sides of his cheek. Stammering, you hastily scrambled to your feet.

"A-Ah, yes! That w-would be me. I'm assuming you're Philip?" A wobbly smile spread across your face as you held your hand out for him to shake. The boy chuckled and took your hand in his, swiftly pressing a kiss against your knuckles. "Yeah, I'm Philip. Well...Prince Philip."

"P-Prince?!" You squawked, eyes wide open. Just who did Azul set you up with?

"Ah, it's no big deal. I'm not too big on any of that royal stuff." The young prince winked, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Now, shall we carry on with our date?"

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Great Sevens. When was this going to end?

While initially charming, you soon found out that your date had no respect for your boundaries whatsoever. Prince Philip was extremely touchy. If him being pressed up snug against your side at this very moment wasn't enough proof of that.

"You know, I think I've actually met you before." Philip mused, tapping his fingers against your waist. "In a dream that is. Ah, which reminds me! Do you dance?"

"I trip over my feet all the time. So no, I don't." You chuckled awkwardly, twiddling with your thumbs. Philip snorted and stood, pulling you up with him. "Oh, but you must try it! Come, let's-"

"Philip, I'd really rather not." You frowned and tried to pull his hands off of you, but the prince refused to budge. His grip tightened and you whimpered. "Aw, it's just one little dance-"

"I believe she said no." Before Phillip could continue, Silver appeared and swiftly yanked the boy's hands off of you.

He guided you behind him, shielding you from the young prince with his body. "I think you've overstayed your visit. Come, I’ll guide you to the exit."

You watched helplessly as your bodyguard dragged the prince out of the lounge, ignoring each and everyone of Philip's protests.

Well...there goes your date.

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"I can't believe you did that, Silver." You grumbled.

You sat on the pavement, pulling your tall heels off and massaging your feet. The back of your ankle swelled red, evidence of all the hours you spent in this fancy get-up. Hours of hard work wasted and ruined in a single minute. "You didn't have to kick him out! I nearly got him to spill the secret!" 

"He clearly couldn't understand what a simple 'no' meant." Silver murmured. The look he sends you is one of concern, and probably disappointment, as he strides to your hunched over form. 

Silver placed his hand onto your back, but you pushed him away, far too disheartened to accept his aid. His eyes flashed hurt for a brief moment before he regained his composure, brows pinching together. "I was trying to help."

"Well, you weren't! I'm not some damsel in distress." You scoffed, slipping your heels back on. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"If that's the case then why didn't you tell him to stop?" He spoke, voice cracking. When you didn't respond, Silver stared at you with a wounded look in his eyes. "Do you like him?"

"Enough, Silver!" The back of your head throbbed and your eyes burned, the frustration from earlier finally sinking in. Throughout the entire night, you were left to deal with both Philip's advances and Silver's icy demeanor. It wasn't surprising to say that you were at your wit's end. 

You rose from the pavement, dusting your dress off before walking in the direction of your dorm. Silver blinks at you and swallows painfully as something shifts in his features. "Where are you going?"

"The night's over. You don't have to play bodyguard anymore. I'm leaving."

"Don't." You snapped your head around, fully prepared to start arguing once more, only to end up clamping your mouth shut when you saw his eyes glistening with tears. Silver ran a hand down his face, fingers roughly rubbing at his eyelids. "…. I'm sorry. Please don't."

"Silver...I got frustrated. I-I didn't mean..." you whispered, cupping his cheeks in a delicate touch - afraid that he might crack were you harsher with him.

"You don’t have to say anything...I-I just think I owe you an explanation as to why I acted the way I did." His hands cupped atop yours, squeezing tight.

"I know I do get overprotective at times, but I mean no harm. I just..." Silver trails off as he hesitated, which coaxed you to look up and meet his gaze.

"....I love you." He gently took you in his arms and wrapped you in a tight embrace, sighing deeply as he felt the welcome weight of your body against his. "I really love you."

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