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kingheinrey · 22 days

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The moment Vil fell in love with you, was one of the most vulnerable moments he had ever experienced. It was something that had caught him completely unawares, and never thought he'd fall for someone, much less the prefect of ramshackle.

Spoilers for the end of book 6, if you have not gotten that far.

The ride back to NRC from the island of woe was an exhausting one, to say the least. Everyone was groaning in mild annoyance at Vils sobbing at his now olden state, a wrinkled face with sunken cheeks and grey hair...something he feared more than anything in the world. Nobody actually blamed him, though, for anybody else would react as strongly to see their youth stripped away without even the hint of getting back their original form. Ugly, old, and gross, are all words Vil would go on to describe himself. You felt pity for him of course, but you were just as exhausted as everyone else.

Vil watched you in surprise as you stood up in a sleepy haze, wobbling to the (now) old man and cupping his sunken cheeks into your lively hands.

"Vil," You said sternly, the suddenness of your actions causing him to bite back his sobs for merely a moment.

"What you did for us today," You said with confidence in your tired eyes, "Was the most heroic thing I have ever seen. That was the bravest, most selfless act you could have possibly done, and I truly admire you for it, Vil." Your stern eyes softened with a smile mixed with pity and admiration, unconciously stroking his cheek with your thumb in attempt to sooth his trembling figure.

"We will find a way to get your body back. I understand this is a lot, but you need to hold onto faith." Your hands squished his cheeks together in a teasing and playful manner, purposefully causing him unable to respond verbally. Vil simply nodded, and you continued with passion raising your tone of voice.

"Right now, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful person with the biggest heart of gold I've ever met." You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, something that drew him back with widened eyes. "Now, you must be incredibly tired from all the fighting we did. Try and rest, okay? You need it." He wanted to tell himself you were simply feeding him words of comfort in order to cease his persistent whining, yet with such confidence dripping with every word and small gesture you had no reason for engaging in, that was how he knew you were genuine.

How could you be so willing to kiss him when he looks like...that? How can you call him beautiful when all he sees are wrinkled hands and spotty skin? The word "heroic" also stuck out to him. Years of being played the villain, always unable to make it to the end of a movie, being discarded as the "bad guy," yet here you were, calling him...your hero. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel heat rise to his cheeks. There's no way you of all people could make him feel so...conflicted.

Yet there you were, with stringy sweaty hair, scratches, bruises, mud riddling your skin from hours of fighting for the world. He noticed how his dorm outfit lay in tatters on your body, and bags under your eyes were apparent as you so shamelessly yawned and sat next to him, falling asleep as you leaned up against his shoulder. This was the brazen prefect of Ramshackle- someone with flaws, attitude, and a disastrous display.

Yet at this moment, all he could think about was just how beautiful you looked, too.

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kingheinrey · 28 days

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Dorm leaders reaction when Mc is sick

Azul would cuddle with you. If he trusted you he would do it in his octopus form. Azul would take care of you. Surely he would have healing herbs. He would not conduct business during this time. YOU would be the most important <3

Leona wouldn't care much… Or of course he would be worried but now you could sleep and cuddle with you all day. He would tell Ruggie to bring you everything you need. Leona would pay for everything. You didn't have to worry about anything.

Idia would be nervous. He wouldn't be sure what to do in this situation. Idia hasn't really taken care of anyone. (Ortho does not get sick) He would probably google how to take care of you and watch anime with you.

Vil He would surely have a magical potion that could heal you. You wouldn't be sick for long with Vil. If he didn't have a potion he would surely make one. He wouldn't spend so much time with you. Vil wouldn't want to get sick himself. But that didn't mean he didn't care.

Malleus would be super worried. You could hear thunder outside. Malleus would be taking care of you all the time. He might not have the experience. But luckily, Lilia would be there to help. With the help of Malleus Taija, you would also be able to sleep for sure.

Kalim would be super worried. He would try to help you and make you feel better. But Kalim wouldn't really be that good at it. He would get more mess time. Well, at least Kalim would cheer you up mentally.

Riddle would like to become a doctor so he would have prepared. Riddle would try his best to take care of you. But it would be difficult because Ace and the other dorm residents would sometimes be chaos. Riddle would try not to scream but it would be difficult.

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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been having scummy scara brainrot thanks to u and i cannot stop thinking about that one scenario where reader is also a yandere. love when two little freaks find each other <3 i actually uhh started writing a fic about it but like. idk. i never finish anything. i was hoping i could share some of it (all that i have rn) with u since it is directly inspired by ur blog lol. it's nothing special or interesting so feel free to ignore if u want but here's: scummy scara. from scummy reader's pov :)

Scaramouche is obsessed with you. You’re certain of it.

He’s so obvious sometimes that you have to wonder if he wants you to notice. The way his face flushes and his intense gaze flits away every time you make eye contact. The way he shivers and shifts his position every time you innocently tap him on the shoulder or brush against his arm. The way his typical insults stutter and fizzle out whenever you smile at him. The way he seems to inhale the slightest bit deeper when he’s in your presence.

(Just for fun, you had ruffled his hair once and called him a good boy. It was absolutely comical, the strangled noise that left his throat and the instantaneous widening of his eyes as he shot up from his seat and practically bolted to the bathroom. It took everything you had to school your expression into sympathetic concern - or at least, something other than the smug grin threatening to break through - when he came back several minutes later, all sweaty bangs and wobbly legs, mumbling something about a sudden stomachache.)

He’s so cute, how can you resist indulging him now and then? It doesn’t hurt to leave your used napkins and chewed gum at the top of the trashcan for him to pilfer when he thinks you’re not looking, does it? They’d just go to waste anyway! And so what if you started leaving your blinds cracked or switched out your curtains for more translucent ones? You’re just trying to let in more sunlight, and if that just so happens to make it easier for him to take his little photos - well, what’s the harm in that, really?

Of course, you had to make sure it was only you that he loved before rewarding him too much. Although you’ve painstakingly ensured that his reputation is just negative enough for most others to avoid him, the occasional rumor here and there, surely it’d only be a matter of time before someone realized how adorable he really was. His eyes had sparkled with nothing but awe and reverence for you when you gave him that cat plushie for his birthday, too infatuated with you to even think about checking it for the listening device you implanted inside. Ever since then, you’d gotten your confirmation many times over; every night, as a matter of fact, with a symphony of sweet, pathetic moans and whimpers of your name into the plushie - accompanied by very familiar slick, wet sounds - until his voice was hoarse. (It was a shame you hadn’t installed a camera instead, but you’d been worried about it being too conspicuous.)

But no matter how utterly endearing his obsession with you is, you can’t help feeling frustrated. Just a bit. Because if he’s really this enamored of you, why hasn’t he made a damn move yet? He hasn’t asked you out, hasn’t even attempted to drug or kidnap you, and he’s only broken into your apartment twice. You’d even done him the courtesy of pretending you were asleep, but the following mornings, the only notable changes you’d discovered each time were that a few pairs of dirty underwear had disappeared from the laundry hamper, and a few new cameras had been hidden around your bedroom. Not a single mysterious stain on your pajamas or inexplicable mark on your skin. It was almost insulting.

At this rate, you might just have to take matters into your own hands.

Oh wow this is hot 🫣 he’s so cute jfc, I’m in love with this ??1!1? Your writing is 💋, and you captured him perfectly what 😭😭 and reader knowing of his obsession and purposely teasing him??? 🤭🤭 I love it so much, thank you for sending this!!

sorry for replying so late, I’m not feeling too good atm. <33

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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you sigh and tell him that your grades have been dropping lately, materials keep getting harder and harder (and does he) throughout the semester...

and scara is just immediately thinking about how he will do your homework maybe give you cheat sheets even if you arent in the same course as him he'll gladly study it for you. he eventually thinks of threatening and blackmailing the professors too....

but the solution you come up with is better by tenfold.

"so how about you sit down here like the good dog you are and suck me off? that'd really, really help me study."

and just like that scara is under your desk and eating you out like his life depended on it. and he's hard... so, so hard. he wants you to take care of it, but he knows better than to pester you when you're concentrating on studying (your grades are fine, you just want him under there... he knows too, but he dgaf)

"my l-love... (name, p-please i can't hold it anymore it hurts... please please please."

he ends up humping on your shoe for release lol. not that it's enough tho. how pathetic.

when supportive boyfriends 😭😭 >> he’s so cute… and tbh he’s not even embarrassed to hump your shoe anymore— purely because he just don’t care and wants to feel something LOL but he’s so nsksbsn putting your pleasure above his own even when it gets too much for him to handle AHHH

I loved this sm <333 mwah kisses for you xoxo

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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scummy scara is giving "me in my girls ear"

i need to hear this man whimper IMMEDIATELY

i feel like making out with him would get MESSY... for various reasons. hed be the type to pull you closer and closer until no body part of his isnt against you. and maybe he drools a little idk🤭🤭

giving him love bites? hes already baring his neck to you, pulling his shirt down a little to ahow his collarbones, hinting that hed like some there if youre willing. hes yours, completely. and if youd let him mark you i feel like hed be more than enthusiastic, trying to see where you like it best. marking every spot he can, youd probably end up without your shirt in the end, he has to appreciate you fully after all.

praise with this man would go crazy. obviously thered be a lot directed towards you, i honestly dont think he could help himself. praising him though? hed love it, hed want to up his game too. hes aiming to be perfect for you.

him wearing your clothes, he likely wouldnt wear them out, some more likely depending on the article. he wouldnt take them off, just touching himself through the rough cloth. either way theyre ruined by the end of the day, lets just hope he washes them before return.

Some smaller thoughts:

any sex toys you have are covered in his saliva, hes pretty much your own personal toy cleaner at this point

hed ask you to come over while its raining so he can insist on you wearing his clothes. he gets to wash your clothes while seeing you in his. hopefully the thought of you being naked in the room over using his stuff doesnt overwhelm him

overstimulating him <3

i want to give this man the most insane aftercare too. making him feel loved and shit🙄🙄

but really, you made this man drowsy with pleasure AND you took care of him after? you really are perfect <3

Omg who wrote all that...🚶‍♂️

RAHHAHAHAHHAHWHW 😫😫😫😫😫 LOVE

He’s just SIGhhhhh so pussypop

Every make out season he’s grabbing any bit of skin he can access, his kisses are so sloppy and impatient, he’s trying to pull you closer even if you’re literally sitting on top of him… he just can’t get enough 🥺

LOL AND JUST??? HIS SUCKING IN YOUR VIBRATOR AHHHHHH 😫😫 (he’s probably so jealous you didn’t come to him but wtv)

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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Some Yandere Scummy Scaramouche alongside my personal HC for him. The AU belongs to @celabi.

I haven't been able to get any free time ever since I started college since they keep packing on projects and assignments on me TwT.

I'm needing to relearn to use a drawing tablet since the graphic design course I'm taking doesn't offer those so I've been drawing with a mouse, my hand was actually shaking from how long its been since I've drawn on here T7T

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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*drops this casually*

I was not here...

Anyway, this is more scummy Scara by @celabi cause I wasn't too happy with the last art. That and I wanted to test out some new shading styles with the new brush tool I got from csp. A lovely shading tool that is just *chefs kiss* You can see it here.

Also, those who followed me long ago will notice that I recycled my old artwork of Dick Grayson to this, since it suits the au:

Scara sleeping with a pillow that has a picture of Y/N's face ( I'm not gonna try to draw that doll...) while listening to girlfriend asmr's on his phone .

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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would scummy scara let u grab his ass

He’d let you do anything at all… err if you wanna grab his ass then sure!

In public, if you grab his ass, he kinda just, freezes? Like, you both could be strolling through the mall, his hands are filled with bags of items that he had insisted on purchasing for you because you know, he wants to spoil his baby :( and your hand is like, resting on the lower part of his back as you walk beside him because he would rather die then make you carry anything. And slowly, not sure why, your hand creeps down lower until it lands on his butt, and softly squeezes his cheeks woah 😳. His feet stop moving, and he kind of lets out a quite embarrassing, surprised squeal? He doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed of the fact that his beloved darling grabbed his ass, or ashamed that he sounded like a squealing school girl in front of you. Either way— his (face) cheeks are flushed red, and his hands nearly loose grip on the bag handles. He doesn’t tell you to stop of course, but at the same time he doesn’t tell you to continue, he kinda just lets you do whatever, without saying anything. Probably puffs his chest out in pride and glares at anyone who looks his way. My cute little gf grabbing my ass in public? Okay, where is your gf huh? 😡

In private, he’ll let you do anything to him. You wanna squeeze his ass? Okay… should he like, take his pants off too? Anyways, let say he’s for searching under his bed for something he had maybe lost. He’s on his knees, with his torso almost pressed to the floor, his back arched, and his arm reaching under the bed frame… its just looking like a scene from some porno. He looks like a lil slut tbh 🤭 and you decide to kneel down behind him, and y’know, touch his ass. He jumps in surprise, and nearly bangs his head on the wooden posts. “You have a cute butt, Kuni.” He gulps as you continue to prod at his behind, and slightly adjusts his position when he’s knees start to wobble. “Ah,, t-thank you.” His voice is just above a whisper, and he swears that if you keep going like this, he’s going to absolutely loose his mind.

Lawl I wanna grab his butt too 😞

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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Yes yay!! I really enjoyed your Malleus smut! Would you care to write another like it but with a Jealous Malleus and feminine reader during the glorious masquerade event, please? Maybe rollo was bothering her throughout the dance and Malleus was getting upset by it, but decides to not do anything about it until the end of the dance where he confronts reader in the comfort of her room.

if you do not like it, then its okay! if you decide to go on and write, then the only thing i request of you is to exclude cuckholding… im not a fan of it…

(and i apologize for my poor english, its not my first language!!)

──ADORNMENT

Warnings: Size kink, unprotected piv, titplay (reader receiving), malleus accidentally bites your lip a little too hard, you also bite him a little bit too hard :). Reader is referred to with you/your, afab body reader, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress.

Summary: Malleus couldn't help but wonder if Rollo was trying to get on his bad side from the moment he stepped foot into Noble Bell College. He didn't like one bit how intent Rollo was on catching your attention.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: HI ANON I loved the idea, as you can see from those 2.4k words haha...possessive dragon man gotta be my fav character trait so i was IN. Also, dw about your english, it's not my first either T_T

MASTERLIST

When Rollo's eyes appeared to brighten just the tiniest bit when he found out you weren't a magic user, his slightly more amicable tone of voice when he spoke to you, and the lingering gaze Rollo would watch you with when you weren’t looking at him...

Even if those were small details, Malleus took note of all of them. Needless to say, the fae didn’t like it one bit. Although, he was rather graceful with how he carried his possessiveness in public.

For example, from afar, Rollo’s intention to ask you to dance was obvious, at least to Malleus’s keen eyes. Without rushing, without needing to send any nasty looks to the school council’s president, Malleus approached you and asked you. Malleus placed his hand on his chest, where his heart should be, and gave a slight bow.

With Malleus’s princely charm, it was no surprise that your heart would beat faster at the sight. Almost dumbfounded, you grasped his hand. He took the lead during the ball dance, guiding your movements with swift and precise motions, his hand firm on the small of your back, and adoring eyes. Anyone would think he was beyond smitten.

The intricate pattern of his mask complemented his alluring, half-lidded eyes. The jade of the strategically placed jewels on his clothing was a fine detail you were keen on. Not to mention that tiny mesh window on his chest; you could appreciate the swells of his pecs—

“I think that dress suits you a lot too,” Malleus had caught your mind wandering. “You appear to be rather entranced by the jewel’s beauty,” You spotted his eyes shoot a quick glance towards your neck. “A necklace would look nice on you,”

You swallowed, the onslaught of compliments flustering you. Or maybe you were embarrassed that Malleus took note of your prolonged, fixed gaze on him. Perhaps it was both.

As is customary for this type of dance, it was time to change dance partners. It was Rollo’s chance to offer his hand as he cleared his throat, but not without first sending a glare towards the taller fae.

“Those NRC boys must be difficult to deal with, are they not?”

“Well, no,” There were times when they could be challenging to deal with, but often they were fun to be with. There’s any time of boredom when hanging out with them, as each one came up with their silly antics. “They’re good classmates,”

“Good classmates?” Rollo seemed amused at your choice of words. “If that’s your definition of a good classmate, I don’t want to know what’s a bad classmate for you,” The snarky undertone of his words didn’t go unnoticed by you, as faint as it was in his tone.

The festive ball occurred with no major inconveniences, and everyone was having fun, but it was soon time to go back to your rooms, as your group still had some activities to attend to in the morning the next day. This will be a major event you will never forget.

You were getting ready to sleep, giving one final check on what you were going to wear the following morning, until someone knocked on your door. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking who could be at this hour.

Your sight landed first on a broad chest; you craned your neck upwards, meeting Diasomnia’s housewarden intent observation.

“Malleus?” What business could the housewarden have with you at this hour? Was he coming here to reprimand you for your rude stare? You peeked behind him to see if he came with Silver or Sebek, but became rather surprised at the lack of his trusted bodyguards. “Uhm, is there something wrong?”

“Not at all. I wanted to check up on you,” Malleus placed his hand on his chin, thoughtful. “This day has been rather hectic, has it not? And you seemed quite disgruntled when dancing with Flamme,”

“Oh, that?” You laughed, both nervous and relieved. “It’s been a tiring day, that’s true—but fun, too. About Rollo, well, by the time I was dancing with him, I was already drained. Maybe that’s why I looked annoyed, I guess,”

You were too late to notice Malleus inching closer.

“Hm, is that so…” Malleus wasn’t convinced. “I’m not sure whether you’ve perceived it, but he looked invested in you. Furthermore, considering his attitude, I worried he might’ve been bothering you,”

“Not really. He was commenting about how I dealt with NRC students, and that’s it.”

His eyes trailed from your face to the damp tips of your hair. You had taken a quick bath before returning to your room. “It's a relief to know you're not troubled at all,”

“No worries, Malleus. Thanks for checking up on me.”

Your mind came to a stop when his hands reached out to the damp ends of your hair. You became aware of the shift in mood in that instant.

“It did bother me, however.”

Huh?

“What do you mean...?” You wanted to make sure you didn't mishear him or to clear up any confusion there could be.

“I reminisce about you being quite keen on the jewel on my chest,” He changed the topic. You began sweating a bit. “Or were you focused on something else? Mayhap...lower?”

Heat rose to your face. So, he did notice after all. Were you being too obvious? You wanted to bash your head against the nearest wall out of embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry—”

“Demanding an apology for something I did myself would make me a hypocrite,” His hand left your hair, and he traced his thumb on the juncture of your neck. "Your neck, I meant. I imagined other types of adornment for it,”

The heat. It intensified.

“Would you allow me to show you?” He continued.

Your eyes strayed away from his in preference of landing on his lips. You remembered his fangs—the striking size they had. It wouldn’t be the truth if you said you never fantasized about offering your neck for him to bite down on. Was he referring to adorning your neck with his marks?

“…I’d like that.”

With all the patience in the world, he guided you towards the bed and made you sit on his lap. With a solid grip, his arms circled around your waist and pulled you closer to kiss your neck on a specific area he was intending to mark soon.

At first, it tickled you, he was being gentle about it. You kept squirming on him, and your movements froze the moment he bit down; not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to leave the teeth indents on your skin.

He trailed his kisses from your neck towards your collarbone, pulling down the collar of your top. Without meaning to, your hands roamed around his chest, the palms of your hands pressing against his chest. It was nice to the touch and warmer than you expected.

Malleus, by accident, bit down harder than expected, which caused a chain reaction of you squeezing his pecs firmer than what you pretended to.

The prince pulled away, surprised. You didn’t realize what you did until you realized the positions your hands were in.

“Ah, so that’s what you were actually thinking about during the ball,” He chuckled, amused.

Whoever designed that attire for Malleus knew what they were doing with that little mesh window. Curse them.

You jolted when Malleus’s thumbs rubbed on your nipples through the thin fabric of your pajama’s top. Your little jump further ignited the fae’s curiosity, and he repeated the action. Taking note of your apparent enjoyment from that, one of his hands snaked underneath the top, his hand stopping on your chest and giving it a tentative squeeze.

Malleus became aware of your grinding, and if the lusty haze overcoming your eyes was anything to go by, he dared to finish bunching up your top over your tits and take one into his mouth.

Your hands didn’t move away from his chest, so you began caressing him there again. Was this warmth coming from your own body or his? It felt inviting, making you desire to embrace him and not let go. Your hands went lower, feeling the toned muscles, and soon, you slithered your hands under his clothes too.

The sound that came from his mouth when he gave one last suckle before pulling away from your tits made you sheepish, and you hid your face in his chest. Malleus found your reaction endearing, and he laughed softly, hugging you again.

“Don't hide yourself from me,” Rather than commanding, it was more akin to a plea. “There's nothing to be ashamed of,” Following what felt natural, he reciprocated your grinding by pushing his hips upwards, your clit stimulated by the movement.

Malleus was voracious about learning how to please you, and when he noticed you preferred backward and forward motions, he gripped you by the hips to aid you with that. On your own, you had maintained a moderate tempo; under his eagerness to bring you to an orgasm, it was fast.

Your breathing staggered, and your voice went weak as you tried to form words. “I-I'm going to cum,”

“Shh,” He kissed you. “You're going to wake up the others,”

Even though he attempted to silence you with his lips, a whine escaped you. Without meaning to, as you orgasmed, you bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a groan from him.

Whatever patience remained was lost in that moment. With restraints lost, both of you bared your bodies to each other.

With teary eyes from the slight sting on your lip, which you had received almost right after from Malleus after you bit him, you left out a small ow.

“I apologize,” Malleus said, wiping the thin line of blood from your lip. “I lost control there for a moment. With how tempting you unraveled before me, I couldn’t hold back,” His tongue licked along your bottom lip again. “But you don't seem to hate it, or am I wrong?”

“Not wrong,” You admitted, and you kissed him again, this time more feverishly.

Malleus’s length was long and undeniably thick, with excessive precum pearling on his tip. In the sitting position, you were on his lap, and you more or less gauged that it reached your belly button.

You shifted your position, the head of his dick poked into your entrance, and you were allured into taking him in one go.

Despite your zeal to have it in one sitting, you knew something of that size needed to be done little by little. Inch by girthy inch.

You lowered yourself, and the tip prodded in. His hold on your waist became harder, and your fingernails were digging in just a bit further. Gripping the dragonfae by the shoulders, you relaxed your legs, and some more of him pushed inside. You came to an abrupt stop when you couldn't fit more in. The tip nudged against your cervix, after all.

You were breathing heavily, and Malleus was too. His chest heaved, and narrowed eyes fixed on you—about to ravish you.

Up and down, gently at first, you began getting used to his size. You started relaxing more, you could swear you were taking what you couldn't at first.

“I see you struggling to move,” the fae brushed away with his fingers, the strands of hair clinging to your face because of sweat. “Want me to lend a hand?”

Your thighs were hurting a bit, so you nodded.

Given how patient he had been, the fast pace he set left you breathless. Your body bounced with the force of his cadence, his stare boring into your vulnerable expressions and focusing on your hitched breaths.

Malleus was looking forward to Rollo’s reaction when he saw the multiple marks scattered across your neck and collarbone. Yet his favorites were the ones that would be hidden under your clothes, the ones on your chest. He was sure to leave more of those soon.

Your thoughts turned into mush, and if it weren’t for Malleus manhandling your hips, you would’ve stopped to catch your breath. Nearing your release, your hands slide down to rub your clit.

This action didn’t go unseen by him; Malleus was a fast learner, and by just taking note of where you wanted to be touched, he understood what his next move should be: use his thumb to play with your delicate nub.

You squealed from the pleasure, his fingers wet with your arousal. With firm, decisive strokes, you climaxed sooner than you were prepared, your pussy squeezing hard around him. The sight of you unraveling before him for a second time that same night, with your naked body clinging to him and your trembling frame, was enough for him to climax seconds later.

When he pulled out, a thick thread of cum clung to the head and dripped down to the base. You could feel the abundant amount of cum dripping from your overstimulated pussy; you never imagined faes could release that much…

“Is your body sore? Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?” The dense fog of lust dissipated enough, and the intimacy you shared solidified a thought. He was convinced: You’re the one for him.

“Yeah…” You managed to respond, still coming down from that climax.

Thanks to Malleus’s help, you both headed in the direction of the closest bathroom available.

A loud clang from the end of the hallway made you face in that direction, finding out who dropped the oil lamp to the floor.

None other than the president of Noble Bell College's School Council, who saw you and Malleus walk out of your room.

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kingheinrey · 1 month

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MEMENTOS OF YOU.

as the scariest students in the nrc, they can't help but spark curiosity in those around them when he's found with a rather 'adorable' souvenir. little do the others know they have a rather 'adorable' lover with a matching one back at home.

includes: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, and malleus draconia.

contains: fluff! romantic. overbolt gang. implied immortal lover for malleus. implied long distance relationship. reader is referred to as 'pretty.'

more like this: masterlist.

sincerely noe ,⠀my middle finger is cramping because i can type with every finger but my thumb and index. i wish i could've written more this weekend, my apologies :(

riddle : an earring in the shape of a rose.

yes, just one. at home, you have the other.

he rarely ever takes it off, only when he cleans it or goes to sleep. but even for the latter he has a spacial velvet case for it.

he keeps a simple silver earring in his other ear, because he isn't the biggest fan of feeling something on one ear and not the other.

the adeuce duo are the only ones nosy enough to ask about it, making their housewarden redder than the piece of jewlery itself.

"are you two done staring?"

riddle was sipping his tea, trying his utmost best at ignoring them. it was their whispering to one another that made it so impossible.

"uhm, yea... i guess." their eyes said otherwise.

"what is it?" riddle sighed, putting his glass down.

finally looking away from him, they exchange glances with one another.

"hurry then, speak."

"why are you wearing that?" ace asked, subconsciously tugging on his own ear.

"— and where's the other?" deuce added.

you couldn't help but wonder if the blush on riddle's face resembled that of the one he had in the moment, as he recounted the story to you.

leona : a photo of himself.

yes, he left you with a massive portrait of himself. how romantic.

he keeps a smaller one of you everywhere. in his wallet, under his pillow, in a random flower pot...

ruggie has even memorized what you look like after finding a photo of you everywhere.

when he first found the lion doing something other than sleeping, enma couldn't help but ask:

"who is that?"

leona didn't move his eyes nor attention away from your conversation lighting his face as he messaged you. but he wouldn't pass up a moment to talk about you so, he'll answer the newbie's question.

"who is who?"

enma pointed at leona's phonecase, and repeated, "who is that?"

"yn?" he asked. looking at the case as well, only you would have noticed his glare soften for a second. "yn."

waiting a moment to see is he'd continue, enma proceeded, "who's yn?"

"why is that any of you business?" leona sat up, setting his phone down beside him. answering for the, now pissed off, house warden his phone lit up with another notification from you. the heart next to your name saying all it needed to.

azul : fisher’s net keychains.

the meaning is unbelievably corny, he refuses to tell anyone what. (including you.)

he found them when he was looking for a gift to give you when he asked you out for the first time.

high on the feeling of adrenaline when you agreed to the first date, he thought that the fisher's nets symbolized how, while there are many fish in the sea, you still caught him. completely enthralled in everything about you.

it's a small trinket with his many, many keys. a constant reminder that the new bowl is only temporary. (i need to get over this fish stuff, im sorry.)

tossing the keys up yet again, looking for a gold one that looked like every other one on the chain. azul let out a huff, beyond frustrated by now. he was supposed to be on a phone call with you, but he left his phone in his office.

not a great way to end the week.

as if drawn by his struggle, a nosy eel popped out, behind him.

"whatcha doin'?" floyd questioned, examining the keys with more intent than the other.

with holding his scream, azul sighed, "floyd... i was looking for my office keys. what are you doing here it's past curfew."

"your keys are too loud."

oh.

"here they are." floyd pulled up the mini net chain, a specific gold key much like the one azul was looking for. "you always keep these to in their own ring, thank me later! and stop being noisy."

how was it possible that a simple net could leave the house warden as flustered as he was? thankfully, floyd was too tired to care.

jamil : a mini music box.

he found them at the marketplace, two that looked very different but at the same at the same time.

one had a person, hugged by snakes in the center; upon opening. the other had a man and a swan at his feet.

you can guess which went to who.

he made you pull an all-nighter with him, trying to pick music for it.

“this?” a random tune played from the antique. as tired as you were, you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of it.

“when you remember me while you’re at one of the prestigious schools in the land… you want to listen to beatboxing?” you were near tears at the thought of it.

“well actually it’s for you.. i’d say my first beatboxing attempt went well.” jamil didn’t look at you as he continued fidgeting with it.

“oh im sorry— every time i miss the love of my life, and i can’t call you ‘cause of our conflicting schedules, i’ll want to listen to your beatboxing.” you snatched the gadget from him with minimal force, “i’ll find something, you dork.”

vil : a mirror.

he's one that used magic on it before gifting it to you. you both can see each other in its reflection, upon request. it's not in a creepy way, it's voice locked so not anyone can look into it.

it's convenient because you two aren't cropped on your screens and can see one another whenever.

rook has walked in on him using it once and boy was he confused.

most of the time, he'll watch you do whatever in your room or just the room itself when your out. it's relaxing and soothes his homesickness.

"oh my— vil! you creep!" you nearly screamed when you entered the room, the familiar form of your lover staring right back at you through the glass of the mirror. letting out a laugh you through a jacket over the surface to cover it.

"hey! how rude." the housewarden glared at you, a silence taking over.

you tossed you bag on you bed, grabbing a seat and sitting infront of the mirror. mirroring the fairest's position.

"you're taking care of yourself." he noted, finally.

a smile returning, you broke your stare and looked away embarrassed. "you as well."

"ask me." he smiled back, softly.

only the question he asks you most came to mind, curiously you obeyed, "vil, who's the fairest of them all?"

"you who continues to plague my thought, dear. it's been a while... how are you?"

idia : plushies of each other.

he found you could make custom ones when he was looking for some of his favorite character, when he was procrastinating packing.

he has so many of you everywhere in his room, it's arguably the cleanest item in there.

the one he keeps on his lap when he games actually has a small bluetooth speaker in it, that he connects his phone to when you both call.

he also has a small one he keeps as an ipad chain, the sight of it made headmaster curious. what a great way to start the first day.

"idia shroud!" crowley's booming voice scared the introvert to something near death, if not death itself.

"h-headmaster? w-what- no- can i help y.. you?" idia asked, glancing around, nervously.

"who's this? err.. what's this?" crowley lifted the mini you with the hope of a closer look.

unable to speak and wishing he could jump into the screen of his ipad, idia decided he might just do that from now on.

malleus : a compass filled with magic.

not just any compass though, compasses that were tuned with magic from the wizard himself.

it was so many years ago that he gifted yours to you, keeping his for himself. when you found his, you couldn't help but 'decorate' it a bit.

while malleus found all the compass coated in the charms and what not of your favorite colors, he found it endearing. much unlike his caregiver who couldn't stop laughing for a week straight.

lilia helped him do the same to yours, telling your lover it was only fair he did it back.

"lilia, are you almost done?" malleus peeked into the general's room, fiddling with his hands, "i was hoping to get it back to yn as soon as possible..."

"ah, you youngsters with you impatience!" lilia didn't look away from his project, tongue sticking out at the corner of his smirk as he concentrated. "the sooner you stop distracting me the sooner i finish!"

"very well," malleus stared at lilia, equally as anxious and hesitant as he was when he entered.

you happened to run into the sight of him pacing outside of lilia's quarters, curiosity getting the best of you. "malleus, my love, is everything alright?"

looking up from his gloved hands, he smiled at you, "hm, i suppose. can i assist you, dear?"

"yes," you smiled up at him, hugging his arm, "have you seen my compass, by chance? my locating magic is failing me at the moment."

you already have the fae's marriage blessing, you can reign all hell on him now.

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✮⋆˙ GENSHIN DOG BOYS

Ⅰ. CONTENT : : gn reader

Ⅱ. : : W/ ITTO CHILDE WRIOTHESLEY GOROU THOMA

Ⅲ. DIORS DIARY : : this been sitting in here forr a while

DOGBOY WHO CANT KEEP TO HIMSELF — ITTO / CHILDE

itto tries, he really does! but the need to be touching you is hard to control :( head nuzzled into your lap, secretly inhaling your scent or hands holding onto your thighs, inching higher and higher to where that sweet smell is coming from. at night it gets way worse

you and him wont be getting no sleep, his whines are too loud to ignore and the ruts hes giving to your thigh is making the whole bed shake. "please...help me...need so badly" he could probably cum multiple times just by humping your thigh, but you know he would never be satisfied.

childe does it to act out, he knows hes not supposed to be feeling you up but youre not paying attention to him! no matter how many times you say his name his hands still travel lower and lower

even when you have him on his back and jerking at his cock hes still acting out, hes tauting you, saying youre going to soft on him and that he needs it harder. you know he wouldnt be able to handle a lot but just so he can feel what it’s like you give him the rough sex he desperately craves for

have him tied to the bed, cock ring stopping him from cumming and a dildo stretching out his hole. he want this so desperately but there’s tears in his eyes and he’s babbling about how it too much for him. raising his hips to get away from the dildo when it presses right up against his prostate but he pushes back down when it slips from his hole

GOOD LITTLE DOG BOYS — WRIOTHESLEY / GOROU / THOMA

wriothesley is busy and he does get needy but he keeps his hands to himself, even when he’s at work. he could be making a mess in his pants but he would never touch his cock without your permission. even when your teasing him with pictures and suggestive messages he’s still gonna continue working so he can hurry and get to you

when he’s finally at home he’s already on his knees in front of you, hands folded in his lap and looking up at you with a slight blush. you give him the reward of getting off to your foot, pressing it into his bulge to watch him squirm a little, it may not be enough for him to cum but he’ll take anything you give him

gorou is busy, being a general and all, but he still makes time to get home and ask permission to touch himself. even if you make him rut against a pillow he’s gonna be slurring out thank yous while making a mess all over the pillow. he looks so desprate while rutting against the pillow that you cant help but give some praise

calling him your good boy for holding out so long, giving him kisses for being patient with your teasing. hes on cloud ine, he dosent even care that his cock is starting to ache from holding back, just keep praising him and he'll be satisfied enough

just like the other two, thoma is busy tending to kamisato estate, so sexual needs arent always on his mind. but at he end of the day when hes behind closed doors and in your arms he cant help but have a sudden urge run over his body thats craving for your touch and attention. his cock would be hard in his pants as he nuzzles his head into your neck but his hands would only stay at your waist

no matter how needy he gets he would never do anything without permission. when you give the go ahead hes so gentle when undressing you, holding back his lustful urge just so he can please you first. and when hes finally getting what he wants hes a drooling mess, brain empty as moans fly freeely through his lips

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