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I don't know how else to say this, do you want to make out on my couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Riddle Rosehearts/AFAB!Reader (Reader has a vagina)

Riddle/AMAB!Reader

As per our vote (thank you again for voting!) Riddle is the next spicy couch series conclusion. According to said vote, next in line is Azul. Do you all agree?

This is a partial continuation of the work “Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 6)”. Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Reader not described other than their junk, and pronouns are not used for them.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, M/F sexual relations, handjobs, PIV sex, ask to tag for more.

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“Really!” Riddle sputters, his brows knit in irritation “you should…. you really…” he trails off, his eyes frantically darting around your face as if a puzzle piece would magically fall into place if he just had the final hint.

“…You should ask in a more romantic way than that.” He finally finished, fingers drifting to your tie to straighten the lopsided knot.

Your eyebrows involuntarily raised to the sky.

“Is that a no, house warden?” You ask. You wanted to start hysterically laughing, oh my God how could he possibly be so cute?

Waiting for his response, you placed your hands on top of his to still the fingers that had been fussing over your tie.

You were going to get him to answer your question in a forthright manner if it killed you.

“It’s not-not a no!” Riddle sputtered, pretending to wipe his mouth with his sleeve to hide away his increasingly flustered face. You noted that he had kept his other hand in your grasp though, feeling him shake gently beneath you.

“Next time I expect flowers! Or chocolate!” He finally shouted, pulling both of his hands away to cross them over his chest haughtily. You couldn’t hide the grin splitting your face.

“Oh? You’re already planning on next time?” You said, smoothing your hand over his ruby hair.

Riddle seemed to finally register his slip of the tongue as his face lit as scarlet as the rest of him.

“No!” Riddle practically screamed. You were glad Grim wasn’t here tonight, as he definitely would have woken up upon hearing this exchange.

You raised an eyebrow, “No?”

Riddle’s gaze was fixed on the floor, face knit in irritation.

“Only if you play your cards right.” He finished, turning his head away with a huff.

You couldn’t stop the giggling that bubbled from your chest, God he was the cutest. How did he do it?

Not being able to help yourself, you wound your arms around his body, pulling him close to you as you buried your head in his neck.

Unsurprisingly he smelled great, like sweets and roses and some other sort of soft musk that was no doubt from some sort of expensive atelier. It was so charming the things he did to take care of himself for the sake of appearances.

You idly wondered if there was a rule about smelling good in Heartslabyul. There probably was, but you decided that asking would only mortify Riddle further, and you wanted to get him to do more than talk to you tonight.

Riddle was stiff as a board, arms hovering around you awkwardly for a moment until he finally relaxed, pulling you snugly into his arms.

“Do you really want to kiss me?” You could barely hear Riddle mumble, his voice muffled by your hair as he nuzzled it into your neck to mirror the way you had been holding him.

You pulled away slowly and held him by the shoulders, eyes boring into his shy grey gaze. You took a moment to take in the loveliness of his face for just a moment, relishing in the closeness you had never been afforded before now. The red eyeliner around his lashes, the rosy sheen of his heart-shaped mouth, and a tiny mole you had never noticed on top of his eyelid. So lovely.

“Yes. I do.” You said softly.

If you could believe it, Riddle got even redder. He cleared his throat and seemed to make an internal decision, twining his hands behind your neck as he pushed himself forward to meet your lips.

His lips were stiff but very, very soft. You pressed gently against him, massaging your mouth against his in hopes of loosening him up. It seemed to work, as you heard the smallest of moans as Riddle tried to mirror your movements, lightly sucking on your lower lip. It was shy, but also heartbreakingly genuine and careful.

You both separated slowly, you wished you could take a picture of the expression on his face.

Gorgeous eyes half open, glossy lips slightly swollen from the contact, he pulled the bottom of said lips into his mouth to chew on it lightly as he snapped his gaze to the side. How was he even real? His beauty shines like a fairy tale prince, and yet this gorgeous boy thought himself a villain. How ironic.

“Again.” He whispered, pushing his face back towards you with more aggressive energy, seemingly having gained confidence now that the spell of your first kiss was broken.

His kisses sped up and gained in ferocity, each time you separated for breath being punctuated with another ‘again’. His affection grew more demanding, his chest grew tighter and each breath became more labored.

“Let me inside.” Riddle finally demanded, his hands curled into the lapels of your jacket. “I want to come inside.”

You swallowed audibly and nodded, pushing the door open while Riddle pulled you inside of Ramshackle.

Now that the dam of tension had broken, Riddle was adorably needy.

He ushered you to the couch, pushing you down and continuing to pepper kisses on your face as he whispered little compliments and appreciations to you, almost inaudible between the soft smacks.

Pulling his face away from yours for a moment, you stroked his cheek with your thumb, taking in the soft flush of his face and the way that his wide grey eyes scanned your face frantically for an explanation as to why you stopped him.

“What is it?” He questioned, putting one hand over yours as he worried over his lip anxiously.

You shook your head and stifled a laugh. Where did all that confidence go?

“You’re just beautiful, is all. I wanted to appreciate it.” You teased, happy to see how much your every move affected him.

It was charming to see the faces he made when he was overthinking, though you would prefer that he relaxed a bit more sometimes.

Riddle inhaled through his nose loudly and steeled himself. A strange reaction to a compliment, you thought.

Riddle grabbed you by the lapels and shook you lightly. Face pinched in a clearly frustrated frown.

“H-how can you-! How can you say stuff like that so easily! It’s infuriating!” He huffed, then sighed, then buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His next words were quieted even further by your skin.

“How can you say something so romantic? So… like a fairy tale…” He murmured. “I’ve been in love with you all this time and you just… come out and say this? How am I supposed to act?”

Riddle was lost, trapped between happiness and panic. He had convinced himself that he didn’t need affection, he just needed order.

Much to his discomfort, his thoughts felt even more chaotic than ever when faced with one of his most secret desires coming true. He couldn’t decide if the tears threatening to spill from his eyes were ones of happiness or sorrow.

“Riddle…” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shaking frame. “Do you really want this? It’s okay if you don’t.”

Riddle bolted up to attention and shook his head violently.

“No! Absolutely not! I-I want you! Desperately!” His proclamation was a bit over the top, but it made you smile.

Everything about him was just a little over the top after all, why would love be any different? It was what drew you to him.

“Okay then… what do you want to do?”

Riddle hesitated, clearly puzzled over this question. What did he want?

You sat in the comfortable silence for a moment, but it seemed that he was pretty deep in his head. You decided to offer your own option instead.

“Riddle, I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at his face.

Riddle nodded stiffly and slowly crawled backwards as you rose to meet him. Eyes fixed on your lips while he tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothing. He was clearly doing this out of habit, considering the fact that his clothes being out of place was your fault anyway.

You approached him carefully, sliding your fingers under the collar of his shirt as you coaxed each closure undone, holding your breath as you got a peek at each additional inch of his perfect doll-like complexion.

Riddle was visibly shivering, lightly gasping and leaning into your touch each time that cold fingers happened to make fleeting contact with his bare skin. Finally unbuttoning enough to push the shirt off his shoulders, his torso revealed bare.

You started slowly, giving him unhurried and smooth kisses on his lips as you gently massaged his body with your hands.

He was so unbelievably soft, but you could feel the slim muscles that lay under his skin as well, clearly having benefited from his riding practice.

You took joy in watching the goosebumps form on his skin as you slowly trailed your mouth down his body, fluttering butterfly kisses punctuated by each little whimper and gasp that spilled out of his mouth.

Riddle had clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, and while you wanted to hear his sounds better, you let him have that one piece of comfort.

It was cute, and unsurprisingly as someone who liked Riddle this much, you were easily swayed by cute things.

Finally trailing your kisses to his abdomen, you unbuckled his belt and started to make quick work of his pants, silently proud in how you could tell how aroused he was by the tightness of the fit.

After getting his zipper down, you placed your fingers on the waistband of his underwear, patiently waiting to see if he would let you so forward or ask you to stop. You were willing to do whatever he asked of you.

“Please…” He whined, a strand of ruby hair falling into his face and sticking to his cheek. You reached up and tucked the offending hair behind his ear.

“Anything for you.” You said, pulling his pants down teasingly slow.

Finally springing out of the restriction of his underwear, Riddle let out a barely audible sigh of relief.

You were surprised, quite frankly.

He wasn’t hung, per se, but what he did have far exceeded what you would proportionally expect of his small and soft body. He was pale and smooth, petal pink at the tip, with a generous curve to the sky. You pushed back the thought of where that curve might be able to hit for later, you were taking care of him right now, after all.

You gingerly ran your fingertips over the softness of his skin, keeping your eyes locked on Riddle’s face to see every change in expression and twitch that hinted at his quickly crumbling composure. He was harshly biting his lip, and you could see that his ever-present flush of red had crawled down from his face to his chest.

You started stroking him gently, not too fast, just ghosting touches along him. You worried that too much too fast would overwhelm him, and you wanted Riddle to enjoy this for as long as possible.

Gripping him loosely, you started at a slow tempo, watching the way his thighs would twitch when you ran your thumb softly over the bulb of his head.

You had internally compared him to a doll, but perhaps he was actually an angel.

Watching the way that Riddle’s back arched off of the couch in yearning as you began varying the pace of your pumps, you certainly felt like you were having a religious experience.

The way his soft grey eyes rolled back in his head, the way his arms and body tensed and relaxed with each stroke, it was mesmerizing.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You heard Riddle softly call your name, so you shifted your focus back to his face. Nibbling along his neck as your pace turned strong and slow, you started milking him in a way that made his hips harshly buck into your hand.

“Yes, Riddle?” You cooed between barely-there kisses. “How can I help you?”

Riddle looked up at you with glassy lust-heavy eyes.

“I’wanna…” He gasped, urging his length into your hand at a particularly harsh stroke, “I wanna make you feel good too.”

His words were slightly slurred, and he looked almost drunk on the feeling of your touch on him, his gaze wandering from your hand to your face and back again.

“Oh?” You tease, spitting onto your hand and adding the moisture to the steady build-up of pre-cum that Riddle had been supplying you with.

Your effort was met by another heady moan and then a hand harshly catching your wrist, causing you to stop your motions in surprise.

“Let me fuck you… please?” Riddle asked between pants, the hand that had grabbed yours clearly shaking.

You swallowed audibly with a gulp.

Well.. you always were a sucker for cute things.

He made quicker work of your clothes than you had his, perhaps owing to all of the beautiful yet complicated outfits that we wore regularly.

Riddle's face was knit into a frown of concentration. The process of him taking your clothes off was a little less than sexy, but his innocently-serious charm made up for it.

Upon spying the skin of your chest, he froze. Staring at the pertness of your nipples in the cold air and the softness of your skin, he couldn't resist reaching forward to cup your chest softly, massaging the area with tender care.

“Ah.. that feels good Riddle.” You say in encouragement.

If he really wanted to make you feel good, you were going to make an effort to tell him when he got it right. You moved your hands over his to knead your chest a bit more aggressively and to lightly pinch at your nipples.

Riddle froze for a moment again at your demonstration, but quickly got the hang of the motions, causing your breath to come out in shaky puffs.

Riddle had made his way to your bottoms, undoing your buttons and sliding them down from your waist. He observed the small wet spot that had been forming on your underwear with pride, knowing that he was the one making this mess of you made his heart swell.

He hooked his fingers under the garment and pulled, revealing you wholly bare to him. His breath caught in his throat at the view.

“...Like an angel.” He murmured reverently, pulling you to him to passionately kiss you once more.

How ironic for him to say that, you thought.

The hard heat of Riddle's length had begun grinding against your thigh, his moans matching the tempo of his length rutting into you. Hands returned to messily groping at your chest, open mouthed kisses spread across your face, neck and chest.

Sitting back on his feet to catch his breath and the rapid beating of his heart, Riddle grabbed his length in his hand and stroked it softly, staring directly into your eyes.

“Can I feel you?” He asked, looking at you through his thick lashes. You nodded and opened your arms to invite him to you. You wanted to feel him more than anything.

Riddle started slow, rubbing his tip up and down your slit to gather some of the moisture that you had been so kindly supplying for him.

Remembering what you had done a few moments prior, Riddle spit on his hand and ran it through your lips and across his length, letting out a slight gasp at how good the slick felt on his burning skin.

Feeling as prepared as he was ever going to be, Riddle began pressing himself inside you slowly, pumping his hips slightly to allow him easier entry.

Your breathing was heavy as you were using all of your self-restraint to not claw the shit out of Riddle’s back.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, gentle thrusting and gasped praises, Riddle bottomed out with a loud groan.

Hazarding a glance at your face, he was amazed by the bottom lip that was plumped from the friction of his kisses, eyes half-lidded in need and his cock completely buried in your body.

He had to move. Right now.

Riddle knew that he had to start slow and gentle. While he would never admit to reading a smutty romance novel in his life, he certainly had tried to absorb all he could from the ones he did get his hands on.

Riddle allowed himself to pick up a little bit of speed, electing to move from slow and shallow thrusts to deep and grinding ones instead, both of you groaning when he kept pushing just past the point of comfort.

Your chest was rising and falling to the beat of his hips meeting your own, and he found himself varying this timing to see if he could make you move in different ways, delighting in how you might spring forward or arch your back depending on where and when he was hitting inside of you.

“Riddle, faster…” You gasped, knitting one of his hands between your fingers in an intimate hold. Riddle nodded and began doing as you asked, slamming himself in and out of you, pistoning himself so hard that you could feel his balls slap against you with each thrust.

Your sounds were unlike anything that Riddle had ever heard before, and he wondered if something as heavenly as this could be considered addicting.

One more thing that he had recalled from a particularly steamy bodice-ripper was that there was a button above the lips that was supposed to feel even better than just his thrusts.

Taking the hand that you weren’t holding off the back of the couch, Riddle placed two fingers on the top of your lower-lips, drawing messy circles with his fingers.

You held back a giggle (because after all, you were actually impressed) as you guided Riddle’s fingers to your clit and helped him swirl his fingers. The friction created a warm tingle in your toes, and you knew you were close. Based on how Riddle had lost all sense of consistent timing and rhythm, you suspected that he was too.

“Riddle…” You shakily called out, willing him to look at you again, “p-please cum for me darling.”

Your voice quivered between thrusts, but if someone could be described as literally having a fire behind their eyes, that was what it was like looking at Riddle.

Gaining to a violent speed, both of your moans and gasps and pleads building into a crescendo, Riddle held your hips one final, bruising time, as he finished and near collapsed over you.

Not wanting to finish without you, Riddle frantically swirled his fingers over your clit until you released the loudest ‘ah!’ of your life. Riddle felt you clench around his overstimulated dick and almost felt like fainting, but he resisted the urge in order to watch your face as you came down. Both of you panting, sweating, shaking, an absolute mess.

It was the first time he could really say that he was happy having made one.

"...Prefect?"

"Yeah, Riddle?"

"Do you want some tea?"

"What do the rules say about tea at night?"

"I can't find it in me to care about the rules right now." Riddle said with a smile, snuggling up to your side sleepily.

"Me either." You replied, pulling Riddle off of your couch for you both to clean up and hopefully get some sleep.

You were far too tired for tea, as cute as it was of him to ask.

And there you have it! Did you like it? Do you want more of Riddle? Someone else? Let me know!

AMAB counterpart is coming soon and will be linked as soon as its posted.

Violent Delights Part 2 is also mostly written because I am out of control haha.

Love you reader!

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consumeroflemoans · 6 months

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Blame @nonesoupforyou for this ship

They're so sassy lmao

And a bonus:

#also ignore Vil’s hair idk how to draw it #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #azul x idia #Azul x vil #vil x idia #azul x vil x idia #they need a ship name I swear #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #lemon arts

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aliens8n · 8 months

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Nsfw ABCs [ Rollo Flamm ]

Hello! This is my first blog and writing so bare with me but I feel the primal urge to create such things! For now I’ll be taking requests for headcanons and Drabble only Twst only! Anyway, time to feed the Rollo simps!

NSFW| Rollo Flamm x GN reader |

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rollo is a proper gentleman and believes that follow ups like after care should be common sense for anyone. If you have sex with someone, you’re supposed to clean up your bodies as he would consider it filthy if not. Though he would rather you be self-sufficient enough to do it yourself, he will clean you up nice and gently if you’re too drained; though expect some minor insults to slip out as he wipes you down with a warm rag. Rollo wouldn’t admit it but he does take pride in a way when you’re too much of a mess to do it yourself. After all he does believe that one should clean up the mess THEY caused. On a small side note since he would be relatively new to pleasure another, the aftercare part he was always more one of since he found it the easier thing to do in a sexual relationship.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

He would absolutely love your hands. Oh how soft and comforting they were to hold. He loved the way they loved when they squeezed around the sheets on the bed as he kept his pace nice and steady as your hole squeezed around him. Rollo would have the tendency to slowly slide his hands down your arms only to then intertwine his fingers with yours and give em a nice firm squeeze. Even out of the bedroom he would randomly take your hand when he could and give them a soft kiss along each finger if he has time.

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

Due to not liking filthy things he usually pulls out and cums into a napkin or cloth he had placed out beforehand. Though on a very rare occasion he might cum right onto your back or stomach depending on the position. His cum would usually be thicker than the average person’s due to not really masterbaiting or having sex too often in general.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Rollo secretly likes temperature play though he wouldn’t act upon this liking all too much. On special occasions when he does want to drabble in his weird sexual interest it would consist of you blindfold to raise your other senses as he holds a candle to your body and just inches the flame closer. Your reaction to the threatening flame would have him pretty rock hard. Don’t worry he wouldn’t let it burn you, the worst he would do letting a few drops of wax drip on you.

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

Absolutely not. He would of been a happy virgin for as long as he lived if he hadn’t met you. He had a low libido though it would have raised up a bit once with you. You would need to guide him through it the first few times until he got how to please your body the way you like it. Rollo might have crossed some erotic scenes in his books but he would be keeping notes. What he knows is what is taught in sex ed so that is about it! At least he would be aware of the clit and the purpose of it, but don't expect him to blow your socks off the first few times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Basic missionary is all he requires and likes. It is a simple position that allows him to see most of you and get the job done. He wouldn’t be too reluctant if you asked for a different one as long as it wasn’t too much of a hassle to do. The only other position he enjoys is doggy style, once again, it is simple and gets the job done.

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

Rollo is a serious man and wouldn’t understand why anyone would goof off during sex. If you were to try to make a joke during an erotic moment he would go soft and lose interest almost immediately and probably give you a cringed out look too.

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

He would keep himself very well kept! Anything you expected from his normal appearance would be the same down below, nice and tame. And he would expect the same of you as well.

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

The first time would be more like you’re a teacher so it would go quite slow as he wants to make sure he is doing it right of course, as well as study your reaction to certain things he does if he goes off script. After a while once he feels confident in his ability, the pace would be about the same as he wants you to feel every little thing he does to you. Rollo wouldn’t admit this openly, but he cherishes your body and the fact that YOU are allowing him, of all people, to do such things to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rollo doesn’t have the time nor feel the need to jack off. If he feels pent up he will come directly onto you or have you sent to his office to fix the problem head on.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As mentioned in another letter, he would enjoy temperature play and some very soft bondage. He isn't a very kinky man but he might discover he likes orgasm denial if you manage to get punished by him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office or bedroom. He will NOT do it any other place, and if you try to get frisky with him outside of those two places, he will end up ignoring you for the rest of the day and even cover his mouth with his handkerchief to hide his disgust. Thankfully, you are his lover so he wouldn’t be mad at you for too long- but definitely never try it again.

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

The simple things; such as the way your hips move as you walk, or how serious your expressions get when you’re determined or focused. What he finds most attractive is how you stand up to him and speak your mind; like you are the same level or better than him. Oh he can’t wait until he is alone with you to remind you of your place.

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

There’s a lot of no’s coming from this man. No heavy pda such as making out; a small kiss and hand holding for a bit is okay but any more than that going to get you shunned. No spitting or anything dirty. Rollo absolutely wouldn’t tolerate being degraded at any point during sexy time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rollo prefers to give as he finds it less dirty than to have his own dick sucked. Since he was previously an inexperienced virgin, it would take him a bit to get the hang of it and he would have an inconsistent tempo, BUT once he gets some practice you will be cumming- or get real close to an organism. Now, returning to the receiving end: you would have to practically beg him if you want to give him head. Though he does find it a bit gross…HE WOULDN’T SAY HE HATES IT!

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

He is in between both fast and rough and slow and sensual. His speed is a moderate one. He wouldn’t be dreadfully slow, but he wouldn’t be ramming in and out either. Rollo’s main goal would be to please you, so he wouldn’t be in a rush to finish.

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

Quickies are a waste of time. He doesn’t have time for them and if he did he would fill that time with something he deemed more productive. Rollo believes that if he feels horny, he will save that feeling for a time when he can have a full session with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nope! Safety first! He would always be sure to have condoms, and if you don't like that then that's fine since sex would only be in the safety of his office or bedroom- nowhere else; and during times he has NOTHING but you scheduled.

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

As many times needed until both parties have cummed at least once. Rollo has a decent stamina due to the lack of masterbaiting, and the use of his energy in general.

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

No toys for this strict, used to be a mega virgin, man. Toys are of no use as he has you if he wants pleasure. Now he wouldn’t say no if you brought one and requested him to use it on you. Of course, after you explain how and show him how it works, but he would never seek them out himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

At first, he would barely tease as these were learning sessions. Once comfortable, he will get a bit more adventurous and branch off from following your lead; he likes the foreplay more than the actual action of the deed. Rollo will plunge his fingers in and out of you until you beg him to just fuck you, but you better be good at begging because a simple please and a few tears won’t satisfy him enough to actually fuck you. There will even be times when all he will use is his hands and possibly a toy if you request it.

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

For the most part he is trying to keep his normal poker face, but if you get lucky enough you might look up to see a small scowl with his cheeks a light flush of pink. As for noise, he keeps it all in but you can catch a groan or two slip as he thrusts in and out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Though he may not say it, it would be clear that after a while you will notice he seems to like power play as long as he gets to be the one in charge. Even during the first few times when you are teaching him, he would act as if he was the one demanding you to show him- as if you were no more than a mere little puzzle for him to toy with.

#rollo flamm #twst rollo #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland #twst #lemon

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saltylandland · 2 years

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You are my Sweetest love ❤️

If you get the reference I love you

Word count: 4K

Summary: an unlikely friendship between a lion and a bunny takes a turn when Leona stumbles into your heat

Warnings/notes: heats, overstimulation (I really am predictable huh 💀), rough housing, brat!reader ig, reader has female genitalia, shorkbrian made some prompts that had reader who got fucked over their plushie and yeahhh that bled into this fic, someone pls fuck me into my hilariously oversized squishmellow ok?, 3rd act break up/misunderstanding trope (I usually hate those but I think it’s in line with Leona’s character), also bunny reader lives with grim and that buff guy from the comics(?) and is not a student (just don’t question it), explaining and reasoning why this shit happens is so last year lol, the mystery is part of the fun.

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By far your favourite place to nap was the couch. After coming home from a long day of doing chores, repairing ramshackle so it’s actually habitable, and doing random tasks assigned by the headmaster at last minute, the highlight of your day is often taking a quick nap before you go back to another chore. This is such a common occurrence that you even have left a blanket on the back of the couch and a soft pillow nearby.

But one day something curious happened.

Coming from the kitchen you see a tall muscular body in your favourite napping spot. It was the time of day where the sun was shining in just the right spot, enough to warm your body pleasantly but not shine in your face like a nuisance. You were a bit disappointed about this development as you were using a nap as your motivation to finish the dishes, but you supposed you can get another chore or two done before Yuuken and Grimm come back. Taking one last look at the stranger, you drape your blanket over them before making your way out of the room.

You started to see him more and more after that day. Walking in the living room for a nap only to be quietly let down as you see the familiar lion tail. You knew who he was in theory, His name is Leona Kingscholar and based on Grimms description, a massive jerk. Though, he always folds your blanket haggardly before he leaves so you weren’t sure. You rarely interact with most of the student body considering your station, but you’ve seen him around quite a bit. The infamous overblot incident instantly comes to mind but more casually you’ve accidentally bumped into him more than you have any other person in NRC. Somehow always finding his hiding spots and occasionally seeing him practice spelldrive when you walk by the fields for odd jobs. Still, you’ve never spoken before. Shit, you don’t think he’s even looked at you before and you were okay with that. For the most part you were fine forfeiting your nap spot occasionally.

Until one day where you were just so fed up. Fed up with the constant chores, the property damage Grimm and Yuuken’s friends would inflict just by existing, and the lack of action from the headmaster in anything other than constantly giving out more odd jobs for both you and Yuuken. Dragging yourself back to ramshackle you wanted to cry, why won’t that bastard leave?!

You just fully gave up, grabbing a knit blanket you made you plop down right next to Leona. The couch sinks with a ‘poof’ as Leona snaps open his eyes to stare you down, you stare back. Silently communicating til you close your eyes and very slowly you feel Leona relax again. You know that he knows that this is your spot, if your occasional stare and faint lingering smell that is constant near this area is any indication. Then he would also have to know how you were oh so ‘graciously’ letting him stay there. You both try to ignore the other's existence, both too stubborn to give up the napping spot.

When you woke up you were surprised by the quality of sleep you had while napping with Leona, but you weren’t surprised by the lack of his presence now, having left before Yuuken and Grimm arrived. Just like when he first arrived, this quickly became a pattern

At first all you two would do is just sleep, but then it slowly evolved into something more. The couch never left any room between you two and before you knew it, you’d wake up with an arm or a leg or a tail loosely wrapped around your form. Both of you silently ignoring each other while basking in the other’s body heat.

One time you stumbled into the living room to find Leona sitting on your couch with a beautifully made chessboard that miraculously made its way into ramshackle. At first you sat with him, assuming he’d eventually go for a nap, but then he pulled you into a game and taught you how to play. Then one round became another then another. That was the first time Yuuken and Grimm had found you both together.

Your routine barely changed from there for a while, most often you two would just fall asleep on the couch together but eventually you got sick of only playing chess. After speaking with some members from the board game club, you were allowed to borrow the occasional card or board game. Which he would occasionally relent and it would be quite fun, or he would flip over to sleep and you would go do a chore as a protest over his attitude.

Later on in your friendship you had started receiving little gifts from time to time. Usually things that would relate to whatever you found yourself muttering about as you cleaned, like art supplies or things to help around the dorm. Sometimes it would manifest in coins being left where you don’t keep your money. Around the kitchen, in between the couch cushions, or just dropped on the floor. Knowing about Leona’s wealth you had tried to hand it to him but he always managed to find a way to deflect.

It got to appoint where he would just give you money. Usually after he would complain about something and you would point out that he’s an uninvited house guest and how money doesn’t grow on trees where you’re from. Throwing way more money than it would cost he would order you to buy meat so he can stay longer, or would send Ruggie to deliver some, though he would never specify who had hunted it for you. As well as teach you how to make it just the way Leona likes it. Despite his flippant nature you couldn’t deny how much you missed being able to eat meat in the first place, and the looks on your housemates faces made the demands more palatable even for your ego.

But then one day, everything changed… when Leona bought you a blanket. After complaining about the blankets -never about your homemade knit ones though- the next day he arrived with the softest blanket you had ever felt. What you didn’t know is that the way your eyes sparkled when you received the blanket made Leona’s heart clench and that’s when it began. The beginning of your pillow fort empire.

Something you had felt when you were only a human and not yet a bunny beastman -something Crowley still won’t answer directly about- was the comfort from a good old fashioned blanket fort. The feeling only heightened, with each new edition you felt yourself become more sweet with Leona, though a bit subconsciously. Feeling more comfortable with outwardly cuddling when you do sleep on the couch, but so far you’ve resisted the urge to drag Leona back to your room to show him your creation. What would come out of it? Nothing, you were sure, but still the small pangs of need would rock through you and you would question everything that has led you up to this point. With the increase of pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushie -almost exclusively delivered by Ruggie, definitely due to Leona’s pride- you had begun building your empire in your room.

With your bed frame rotted and rusted, you had long thrown that out and now you only have a mattress on the floor. Now padded to the nines with blankets, you hung the thinner blankets all around the ceiling and walls so there was barely any peeling wall paint showing at all. Leona never saw this development, never entering your room out of respect. Although you wish he would, even out of curiosity. He did notice the blankets he bought were brought out in rotation and that filled his chest with warmth he didn’t want to address just yet.

There were a few oddities Leona had noticed. You would spend less time napping with him, rather running like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to clean every surface in the dorm. Getting more curt when he pulls you away from your cleaning, and fussing more about the repairs and the cleanliness in general. Leona simply brushed it off as spring cleaning.

But he should’ve paid more attention. Somehow someway he forgot that you were a bunny beastmen. Your scent was slightly different then others and you already had a warm personality that it never reminded him of the fact that you were still a bunny beastman. Your scent subtly changes into more of a sweet note being masked by his own scent, but as well as Yuuken’s, his friends, and that mangy cat’s scent. He’d be lying if that didn’t piss him off.

Perhaps it made him a little bit irrational, when you came up to him nervously, telling him to stay away for a couple days -using missed classes as one of your excuses- he could only smell the people that got the luxury to be around you.

And quite honestly it made him see red.

Storming out silently but dramatically, he had actually done what you said. Avoiding ramshackle like the plague, he even started to regularly attend class. Though, it was pointless, his thoughts would only center around you and he knew everything being taught so it served as a terrible distraction. But he still couldn’t face you yet, not seeing your face or having you try to reach out to him hurt him more than he’d ever expect. Avoiding the ramshackle inhabitants was essential to avoid any conflict as his raging jealousy was still burning strong.

After a couple of days the fog had mostly cleared from Leona’s head. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed as he threw a fit to what essentially was you setting boundaries with him. And he would rather die than admit it but that stupid training idol camp was supposed to start next week, and it didn’t sit right that they would be staying at ramshakle to practice, undoubtedly would take advantage of your kindness if he isn’t there.

Walking to ramshackle after class, he unfortunately ran into Yuuken and Grimm, anticipating a verbal spar he was slightly panicked to see the worry on their faces. They had your scent though it was faint, not the same recognizable one he had smelled many times before but somehow mutated. He knew what it was but he couldn’t quite place it…

Ignoring his better judgment, he enters ramshackle with a new blanket in hand before Yuuken could even finish their request to check up on you. When he had reached the couch he was unsure of what to do. It was cold and there was barely any scent left at all, all the blankets had been stripped from the room making it feel hollow. Despite spending more time here then he’s ever been in his classes, he felt like a stranger. Leona debates walking out right then, but a thump somewhere upstairs reminds him of what he came here for.

Walking up the stairs he barely realizes what he’s walking into until it’s too late. Frozen at the doorway he watches as you repeatedly shuffle around trying to make your… nest as comfortable as possible. Suddenly your head snaps towards him, but he can sense that you’re staring through him as your hazy eyes barely latch on to your surroundings. Still, you crawl towards him and your hand reaches towards the new blanket but when your fingers touch you both drop the blanket. A blazing feeling that sparked at the lightest touch. You grab the blanket that was now on the floor and you hug it to your chest, sniffing it occasionally as you regard Leona slowly.

You’re whining now, explaining how you researched this before it got worse, “it’s only supposed to last a couple days, but it’s only gotten more intense!” Leona’s head looks at you more closely when he realizes “it’s because you’ve grown attached” your eyes widen sweetly as your brain tries to remember that part you had only skimmed over. Leona approaches your nest, and he watches you crumble at your realization.

“Is this all for me, Bun?”

Slowly crawling into your nest and over your withering body, he takes gentle breaths as your scent overwhelms him. With hazy eyes he slowly pets over your body, cooing when your body arches into his hand. Slowly as he unbuttons your thin camisole top, he kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed. He uses his tongue to tease at your sensitive skin, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his textured tongue playfully laps at your breasts. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears.

You quickly found that his light teasing wasn’t enough, any remaining control your body had before quickly diminished as your body surged with a new found strength. Pulling at his clothes, almost ripping them off, your body arches up to grind against his. Feeling his boner through his pants you chuff a breathless laugh. While he may have the patience and self control to drag this out, you certainly did not. With some pushing and pulling you managed to get Leona on his back, he did not expect this but you ignored that. Barely wearing anything at all, you focus your attention on unbuttoning Leona’s pants, just enough to free his cock.

Wasting no time, you sank down on Leona with a satisfied moan. Leona tries to buck you off, to take control again, but you won’t be moved easily. As your hands and mouth are busy undressing his upper half and peppering kisses all over him, his rebukes are very weak. Bouncing happily, your eyes roll up and moans break out easily through your slackened jaw as the sounds of your skin hitting fabric and leather echoes throughout the room. Leona watches on in disbelief. You were like a completely different person, taking your pleasure unashamedly.

For now he relents, using his hands to massage your breasts and rub at your clit. Your body rocking back and forth to get closer. Letting you use his body to cum over his cock. Still, he doesn’t hold back and bucks his hips that make a satisfying ‘plap!’ when they meet yours. Allowing this time to chase his own orgasm before he takes control, it doesn’t take him long before he cums inside you. This seemed to affect you heavily, your voice reaching higher pitches than before as you cum again. Showering him in sweet kisses you begged for him to do that again, and he was close to giving you exactly that. But he had to hold back, if he truly indulged in your body he knew he wouldn’t last, not with your heat only starting to be satiated. So for now he’ll hold back, then he’ll reap the benefits after you’re completely fucked out and satisfied.

You don’t kick back when he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss you as you reach closer to your next orgasm. As you were distracted chasing your orgasm, Leona takes advantage of this and switches up the tempo. With one hand on your neck and the other on your ass, he starts thrusting faster than you could ever achieve on your own. Allowing your orgasm to rush over you, you fall back on Leona’s chest and he overtakes you.

Flipping over, Leona wastes no time to fuck you through your orgasm. Caging you in his arms to keep you there, he buries his face in the alcove of your neck. Teeth teasing the skin there as a way to coax you to behave. But that didn’t work, because soon enough you were squirming trying to get on top again, despite the fact that Leona was effectively blowing your back out.

Going harder than before, he maneuvered your body so one leg was resting on his shoulder. He never thought that he’d have to fight you in order to give you the pleasure that you're demanding. Your body shudders at your approaching orgasm, but Leona doesn’t stop. He had gathered that he’s going to have to fuck you til you’re tired and sleepy for him to have full control, if your mischievous smile through half opened eyes was any indication.

Throwing your leg aside, Leona grabs at your wrists despite your disgruntled whine as he moves down to your pussy. The sweet scent of your sex and sweat intoxicated him and he went to lick you slowly just to tease you. After narrowly avoiding a foot that almost hit his head, he bares his teeth and growls at your pout. That kick had no real power to it, but he couldn’t just let that brattiness slide. Slapping hard enough to sting on your thighs, he then mirrored that to your cunny. Ignoring your cute moans at this rough treatment he continued to slowly feast on you as you cry about how unfair he’s being. Even as you cum and gush on his tongue you’re begging for his cock.

Eventually he pulls away so he can properly undress fully but you scramble after him. Quickly putting your drool covered lips around his cock, gagging around the base of it. With one hand supporting your weight beneath you, the other grasps onto Leona’s thigh firmly in order to keep you grounded. Your little kitten licks disorient Leona and after he finishes undressing he brushes the hair away from your face. Despite his want to watch you choke on his dick, he pushes you away further into your nest. Flipping you over he keeps your head down as he pushes into your cunny again and you grip the bed sheets like a lifeline as you whine out.

This position lets Leona hit all the right spots with ease, your breath gets knocked out as he reaches even deeper than before. Reaching over you, he cages you in as he reaches your clit. Rubbing it so you’re sobbing as he growls obscenities in your ear. Your hips push back into his, your hands pushing against the headboard to get more grip. You can feel the haze of whatever frenzy you’re going through start to fade and Leona’s fast pace starts to become overwhelming.

Grabbing at the base of your nape, he finally feels you melt as you cum quickly around his cock. His hips still for a moment and then he cums inside you as you come down from your orgasm. Shifting into a bit more gentle rhythm he praises you as you cry out. “Finally settled down now eh?” Pulling back a little he tells you “rub your clit for me yeah? Can’t make me do all the work here.” You sob happily into the blankets beneath you. Looking around he grabs at a plushie that was shoved into the corner of your nest. It was large and obnoxiously cutesy, Leona himself struggled to hold it in both arms much less look at it, but it will serve its purpose here.

Tucking it underneath you, you immediately hug it closer with comfort and that was good enough for Leona. Not having to worry about you suffocating with the way you buried your face into the blankets, as well as making it easier to thrust into you more harshly. You’re a complete mess now, tears streaming down your face as you let out gentle ‘ah! ah! ah!’s as Leona thrusts.

Rolling over now you keep your plushie loosely in your grasp at your side as you watch Leona situate himself over you again. Feeling boneless you can only moan as your body rocks to the movement of Leona’s hips. Leaning down you two kiss lazily as the previous frenzy that consumed you was alleviated for now.

The spikes of overstimulation was now rushing in as Leona keeps up his gentle pace, squirming around only makes it worse and Leona only smiles at your keens to slow down. “Ah bun, I’m going as gently as I can. How can I know until you're satisfied? Why don’t we keep going til I’m done ok? That should give us more time to sleep if you're completely tuckered out.”

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TWST Relationship Headcanons (Floyd, Ruggie, Kalim)

A/N: Minors/Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact, not explicit, like it’s not full on smut, but it does have sexual themes. Reader isn’t said to be “Yuu” however, it may mention events in the story. Some of these are kind of written as a “funny haha” but it does have some seriousness behind it.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of being touch-starved, violence, sexual themes, mentions of yandere vibes in Floyd’s. Possible spelling errors, tumblr won't save my changes no matter how many times I fix them.

Floyd:

I hope you didn’t want personal space. It’s the equivalent to that tiktok sound, “This is Bob, Bob loves his personal space. This is Larry, Larry also love’s Bob’s personal space.”

But honestly a lot of it is because he’s touch starved, and the physical contact he DOES usually have isn’t positive in any way, it’s violent, always fights.

The first time you give him a regular hug for the first time, doesn’t even have to be a full hug, it could be a side hug, he’s like “Wtf was that??? Wait, hold on, I want more of that.”

He always has to be touching you in some way, arm over the shoulder or around the waist, draping his whole body on you, holding hands, intertwining pinkies, hands in your pockets, SOMETHING.

While he does have mood swings, hardly ever do you really have to deal with it, because you always make his days better. Unless you did something to really set him off, he’s always in a good mood with you.

However, it can’t be said towards other people. So, while he might make YOU food that’s really good, he will make everyone else basically eat garbage. And while he might not snap at YOU, he might snap at someone else.

He finds you really interesting, even if you feel like your life is boring, he does not find it boring at all. He wants to figure you out, even if it’s doing “nothing” he still wants to understand why you choose to do said “nothing”, even if it’s something that would typically bore him.

He is BLUNT AF and LOUD AF, so if you good luck trying to keep him from spilling all your relationship info, he is so loud in his love for you, and he does not care if it makes other people uncomfortable to hear about how much he loves your body, mind, personality, etc. If you’re wearing his favorite pair of jeans he’s going to tell you how much he likes your ass in those jeans, and again, he does not care where he’s at or who’s around him.

Even if you’re the more modest or shy type, and try and tell him to “keep it down” he might, MIGHT, respect your wishes, however, don’t be surprised if he just suddenly grabs you and starts whispering in your ear all the shit he wants to say out loud. At least only you can hear it...

Floyd will use his strength and height to his advantage, even if you’re the same height as him or taller, he is really strong, doesn’t matter your weight baby, he will have no issues picking you up like a damn rag doll and throwing you over his shoulder.

He especially does this if he feels as if you’re not spending enough time with him. Floyd is a very needy eel, and he doesn’t like how much time you’re spending studying or hanging with friends, or a hobby, or ANYTHING, and not spending time with him :(( No, he does not care that you have a test coming up!! (Again with point one)

Floyd can get violent if it means protecting you in some way. if you get even so much as a dirty look from someone, he’s already giving the worst “warning sign” look to them EVER. Sevens forbid someone actually makes a threat towards you, because Floyd will make sure that they never so much as look at you, or in worst cases, make sure they never breathe the same air as you ever again.

Things might become sexual with him a bit fast, mostly because he’s touch starved and he’s just kind of overwhelmed with how much he feels for you, that he just sorta... needs to let it out in some way. And there’s nothing better than giving you all the pleasure you could ever want, and then some, be prepared to get overstimulated, it’s not even intentional sometimes, he just... won’t stop...

Floyd CAN make love to you, but even him making love to you can come off as a little rougher some times, he doesn’t mean too, he makes up for it in a lot of kisses, sweet touches, trying to make you laugh, and praise. He can also fuck the shit outta you though if that’s what you want.

On a more intimate note, if you kiss his scars, he’s not going to fully understand what it is you’re exactly doing at first, but once it does finally click that “Oh.” moment he might get overwhelmed and tear up a bit. He doesn’t understand why he’s tearing up, it shouldn’t matter to him that much, and yet, something within him is telling him that it does. Because despite his nature you treat him as if he’s gentle, and soft, and should be cared for and deserves to be cared for in a soft and gentle way.

Don’t take it the wrong way if he needs a minute to recover after that, because being vulnerable was never a thing he was taught to do, and it’s new to him... But he wants to be vulnerable with you, he really does, he just doesn’t know how to show it properly.

While he is a little unhinged, he is loyal, fiercely so, (almost borderline yandere, but it’s not intentional... it’s just how he is.) he has a lot of emotions, most that he can’t always control, but he does support you with everything, and loves you more than he can ever actually say it.

Ruggie:

Ruggie is the definition of “You fell first, he fell harder”, he’s got a charismatic charm to him that everyone to some extent falls for, however, he himself is rather guarded and doesn’t trust easily.

So with you? The fact that he allowed himself to feel comfortable around you and let his guard down? And trust you wholeheartedly? It took him a little while to figure out his feelings and again, allow himself to fall for you, that it was going to be okay, and once he did fall for you, he fell hard.

Of course, he’s still a mischievous little shithead, stealing shit from your pockets just to give it back to you in order to grab your attention and talk to him, or teases you relentlessly for anything you do, it’s just a love language of his. Take it in stride, he just wants to see you smile in some way, even if it’s a sarcastic one.

His biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service, he has a harder time finding the words to comfort or reassure you in the way that you need, he doesn’t have the money to give you gifts all the time (he does try though), and yes, while he does love physical affection too, it’s in the small things he does for you every day that shows his love for you.

Your laundry would be folded even if you didn’t ask, he’d have breakfast ready for you when you wake up, he’ll have a tissue at the ready when you sneeze, he’ll sit with you in complete silence doing different things in the same room, help you study, or distract you from studying, and be the perfect body double when you’re having a hard time doing tasks alone. He himself even understands and appreciates the times you do the same for him.

However, the saying “the way to his heart is through his stomach” runs true for him. Even if you don’t know how to cook, or aren’t very good at it, just the thought of putting in the effort of cooking something for him means more than you know. He’ll teach you along the way, if you’re willing to learn. Even if it’s just you finding a recipe you think he’ll like and would want to learn with him, he’ll appreciate.

There’s some things he will do that you might only understand if you also came from a low-income household. If he makes a pallet on the ground next to your bed for the first time he stays over, it’s out of instinct. Or some of the late night “ingredient dinners” he grabs for himself, it makes sense to him. A spoon full of peanut butter, or a bowl of canned corn and some cheese are typical things that are quick, cheap, and easy to obtain.

He might never get out of that mindset, even after you’ve given him some more security in his life, but don’t hold that against him, that’s just how he learned how to survive in his childhood, he got what he could, even if it meant stealing it, and he tries his best to hold out until whenever his next full meal was, whether that’s in an hour or two days from now.

Ruggie is incredibly hard working, he works various part time jobs, and he’s picked up a plethora of skills, he’s a little good at everything, if you need your makeup done, he’s your guy. Ripped shirt? He can sew it for you. You took up a niche hobby but you aren’t sure where to get started? Ruggie’s got you.

However, he can run himself completely ragged if you don’t tell him to take a break and just take care of him. Do some of his chores, cuddle him, let him take a nap with you, feed him, let him vent to you, anything. He’ll appreciate it all the same, and he’ll always make sure that you never want for anything in return.

Being in a relationship with Ruggie means being in a partnership, he’s devoted, and will put in 100% into the relationship, but you need to put in 100% on your end too, whatever that means to you. He’s in it for the long haul, but he needs to know that you’re going to be there for him when he has nothing, or when he has everything, and he needs to know that you’ll support him regardless, because he’ll support you in the same way.

Sex with Ruggie is always a mixed bag based on the mood, and what both of you need or want out of it. I believe he’s a switch, entirely, and if you want him to take initiative he will, and if you want to take initiative, he’ll follow. He can be serious, he can be goofy, he can make love to you and be incredibly intimate, or he can fuck you and treat you like a slut if that’s what you want.

You can make him beg even, just don’t forget to praise him. He lives for your praise regardless if he’s a sub or a dom, he just wants to make sure he’s doing enough for you, and if you need to switch things up again, tell him. He’s very understanding and adaptable.

Sudden leg cramp? Massages it out, gets you some water, and asks if you want to continue. You’re not quite close to orgasm because of XYZ? He’ll change it up for you so you can get there. You suddenly just want to stop? He would never make you feel guilty for it, if you want to stop, then you two will stop, that’s it.

He’s all for non-sexual acts of intimacy though, bathing is especially his favorite. He loves taking baths or showers with you, and after awhile he almost gets weird taking showers or baths without you, because it just doesn’t feel the same. He feels like he’s somehow also wasting precious water that could be easily saved if you just there with him.

His community means a lot to him, if he brings you back to his hometown, he doesn’t expect everyone to like you, but if you at least put in the effort to get to know them, learn, help, whatever it is that you need to do, he’ll love you even more for it. He’s seen as a big brother to a lot of the younger kids, and if they love you, then he knows he’s found the right person to settle down with.

While there are some people who are definitely your significant other but not exactly your best friend, Ruggie is 100% your best friend and your significant other. He see’s you in the same way. You should be able to laugh and feel comfortable with him, as much as he’ll laugh and feel comfortable with you.

Kalim:

Right off the bat I want to say that Kalim is not as naive as many people perceive him as. He’s emotionally intelligent, but he struggles with seeing the bad in people because that means that the world really is as scary, and awful as people say it is, and that’s not what he wants to see it as..!! He chooses to be naive as both a mix of him being actually a little naive, and as a coping and survival mechanism to some of the traumas in his life.

With that being said, while he is emotionally intelligent, it takes him a minute to differentiate his feelings for you, he wants to be sure that he legitimately is in love with you, and not just infatuated with the idea of you. Kalim romanticizes a lot of scenarios, so for him, of course it’s easy to fall in love with the idea of you, so he takes more time with you, gets to know you better, lets himself feel every emotion with you, and when he finally confesses his feelings for you, know that they’re genuine.

It’s very easy for Kalim to just want to spoil you rotten, if you’re not into it, you gotta tell him that. All he wants in the end is to make you happy, however he makes you happy isn’t really the necessary part to him as long as you’re happy. So, if you like being spoiled, as long as you’re happy, he’ll spoil you. If you feel weird taking his gifts, which are quite expensive, and you get awkward when he sings your praises and wants to throw a parade in your honor? Tell him, and he’ll better suit your needs.

He won’t stop gift giving if you aren’t the type that likes getting gifts, but if he sees a flower while walking, he’ll give it to you, and if you need a sweater because you’re cold, you can take his. If you don’t like crowds he’ll plan something that’s just the two of you.

Jamil will thank you if you end up being the guiding voice for him, in my opinion he reeks of ADHD, just like Floyd, but while Floyd grew to learn different life skills (due to his background), Kalim grew up in privilege and never needed to learn those skills, and was also encouraged not to learn, which didn’t do him any favors. However, Kalim can and does want to learn, if you’re wiling to teach him and be patient with him, he can be clumsy, he’ll have a deep respect for you.

Kalim is used to being coddled by his family, so if he slowly but surely start to make him see reality for what it is, a mix of good and bad, beautiful and ugly, he’ll start to open up himself in different ways even he didn’t realize he knew he had. Make sure to support him through it all, he might need to do some healing he didn’t realize he needed to do... (C’mon, poor boy really had to live with the fact that he can be casually poisoned at any moment, that kind of lifelong paranoia can’t be good for even the best optimist...)

He’s can learn to master any love language if he wanted to, even if he might need a little bit of guidance, he will always be first and foremost, a dedicated partner. Communicate with him, that’s the most important part, he won’t know unless you tell him, even if it you end up having to be a bit blunt, still tell him.

He didn’t realize how touch starved he was until he started dating you, he’s always been a physically affectionate person, but a lot of people push him away or are just uncomfortable with how affectionate he’s being. So the fact that he can be physically affectionate with you? Oh man, he comes off as really needy, he kind of is, but it’s always got rose colored glasses on, so he’s just a sweetheart who just really wants to please you.

However, he’s still new to romance, he’s always wanted to be romantic with someone, so while he’s physically affectionate, he gets nervous when he wants to kiss you. He starts off with kissing your knuckles, then the inner part of your wrist, then your cheeks, but he always makes himself too flustered to fully kiss you on the lips, at least, for the first time.

Once you initiate the first kiss with him, then it’s over for, then he’ll openly kiss you all the time, never really making out, but a lot of “pecks” on the lips, and god forbid he has to go do something important without you, because one “goodbye kiss” turns easily into a dozen goodbye kisses if you don’t stop him and tell him you’ll see him later.

You’ll have to guide him through his first make out session, he’s got a lot of pent up energy that he doesn’t really know what to do with, he gets a bit overwhelmed, and while he’s into it, his hands shake when he pulls you closer, or he grips onto your clothes a little too tight...

But once again, once the first is over, you’ll find him quickly wanting more of you, and finding himself getting a little greedy with wanting your love, it’s as if he’s been running at 100% battery his entire life with no real good way to release even a little bit of that energy, so when you give him that outlet, he wants to just give all of his energy to you.

Speaking of, the first time you have sex with him, it’ll be a little clumsy, but again, once he learns, like I’ve mentioned a few times, he just wants to please you. So much so, he might not actually realize he’s overstimulating you, he’s just taking your moans and reactions as a positive thing, and is just going to keep going, because obviously he’s doing something right, and you’re pleased, but doesn’t realize there is such a thing as too much.

He’s definitely a switch, of course, if he is dominant, he’s a service dom maybe even bordering pleasure dom sometimes. Also, Kalim is very loud, he moans, whines, groans, anything and everything, always praising you for something, even if it isn’t even related to sex, he’s just saying the first thing that’s coming to his mind, which, really isn’t much considering his brain turns to absolute mush when he’s fucking you, but it’s something.

Kalim loves laying on your stomach and just... staring at you... He considers himself so lucky to have someone like you loving him, and he hopes you feel the same way, he wants you to feel the same way.

If you meet his family, good luck with his siblings, they’ll have a thousand questions and he will want to answer all of them, even when he really shouldn’t. And, he also has lost count of how many siblings he has, so... it’s very easy for him to just... sort of forget who you’ve met and who you haven’t.

If his parents somehow don’t approve of you for some reason, Kalim will defend you! He will struggle to find the words at first, more confused and hurt by his parents choice, but in the end he’ll choose his love for you over any riches he could ever hold or own. To him, you are his greatest treasure. The most valuable thing in his life.

He finally understands what it means when people say things are “priceless” not in the way in which he originally believed, thinking they were under-valuing something or that it was free, but that it meant that no money in the world could ever make them consider parting with whatever it was, and for him, that’s you.

Kalim is a sunshine child, but he’s not so naive, if you’re willing to be patient with him, guide him, love him with everything, he’ll do the same for you in return. He’ll always know when you’re upset, even if it hasn’t fully hit you yet that you were upset, he wants to help you with anything, and he wants to grow with you.

#Kalim Al Asim x Reader #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader #Kalim Al Asim #Ruggie Bucchi #Floyd Leech #Floyd Leech x Reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #lemon #NSFT

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mokuba · 2 years

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shirts that go hard: savanaclaw edition

#lemon doodles #twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #jack howl #savanaclaw #i’m sorry abt my handwriting i sketched this in a frenzy #twitter handle is also in signature!!#ruggie blocks out leona’s shirt but it says ‘if you heard anything bad about me believe all that shit and leave me the fuck alone’#rly encompasses his Essence

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tigertale · 9 months

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A/N: I needed more Neige smut and it filled me with determination, and then— boom my motivation left and I was stuck with this goofy ahh doc? The ending is so bad, but I'll rewrite it later. Maybe. If I ever find a way to finish it.

•F!Reader; Neige

•〔　！〕Smut; Can't write don't read; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

She giggled as the touch of his lips felt more and more ticklish as the time passed. His cheeks own cheeks red and almost from all the smiling. But he was Neige, it would surely freeze over Sunset Savannah before he even got the chance to feel tired to keep up this adorable smile of his.

She snaked her arms around his neck, reciprocating all his kisses by pressing her lips under his collarbone and along his chest. If she were to accidentally leave marks, might as well be around the perked buds under her tongue than his neck which would most probably create a scandal if they were seen. He let out a choked gasp, trusting in one swift motion back into her, this time more forcefully and making her moan against his skin.

While staying deep inside her, Neige carefully pressed his shaky hands against both of her cheeks and pulled her away to see her face closely —an habit he has taken which was awfully romantic although seeing her flushed face always managed to tip him faster towards his release. And there she was, a toothy grin on her flushed lips and her tongue out, drool making a bridge, linking her his reddish nipple. She broke it quickly after, lips moving as she mouthed something to him, something salacious enough that he felt the heat on his face dropping all the way down to his neck.

She would be the death of him.

He switched position, laying her on the bed under them, following after as he hugged her as close as possible before going back to trusting his dick inside her tight and warm hole. The sudden strength with which he was doing so making her see stars as she tried hard to bring her hands to his back, they were weak and wobbly from the pleasure as he had moved a hand between both their bodies to play with her clit, and she tried hard not to draw line along his pearly white skin.

He loved her so much, he couldn't imagine himself fucking anyone other than the prefect who had successfully snatched his heart during one of NRC's and SRA's joint event. He couldn't believe that him, Neige Leblanche, the one who was so naturally attractive and constantly sought after, would feel anxiety to the point of feeling his heart implosing. He had been so scared of her not finding him unattractive, she was attending an all boy school after all, there were many more who were probably more fit to her taste than him. The first one coming into his mind being Vil Schoenheit, the one actor he considered his friend and could possibly see as an inspiration.

But she had approached him, honey-dripping words that made him fall harder than before, her joyful grin that pulled her cheeks up to the point of hiding her glistening eyes, making him involuntarily grab his chest with a shy look and flushed face. She was the only one he had gotten to bed, the two of them awkwardly kissing each other their very first time before it had led to anything more.

His movements were more erratic, pulling her closer to her release, him ready to do so with her at the feeling of the coil threatening to fall apart at any given moment now.

He pressed the palm of his hands against her face again, catching stray hair damped with sweat, this time pressing his lips against her in an open-mouthed kiss as his tongue went deeper and deeper which each trusts. He couldn't see the way her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, nor the spit dripping along her chin. He wasn't pressing her harder against the bed as felt himself coming, the euphoria from his release making him loudly moan in her mouth as he continued to weakly trust while his fingers abused her clit so she could come with him.

She came soon after, her walls finally relaxing around his cock as her cum ended up on the bed sheets, wetting it and making a darkish spot appear on it. A shallow groan left his lips as he finally pulled away, immediately moving to remove his condom and tying it. He made a quick trip to the trash by the corner before leaning back down above her so he could drown her with all the affection he could muster with his tired body.

She giggled, almost unheard, as she was too tired to even speak, and pecked him back before curling against him in the bed. He brought the blanket above both of them, smiling as he pressed one last kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.

The cover was damp, both of their fluids had wet it, but he didn't mind. He would change it and clean themselves tomorrow. For now it was him and his secret lover enjoying before he would go back to the innocent Neige everyone knew.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst smut #smut #lemon #twst neige #twisted wonderland neige #neige leblanche #neige leblanche smut #neige x reader #neige leblanche x reader #neige smut

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pompompurinwrites · 4 months

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Yandere!Idia Shroud x Crossdressing!Fem!Reader (smut)

I wrote this on one of my Ao3 accounts a while ago but decided to move it to my Tumblr as well!!

TW: Yandere-ish, smut

Word count: 1.9k

"Yeah Grim I know what Crewel said but do I really gotta take it all, it makes me so sick." Grim glances over at you while you sip hesitantly on the vile. "Maybe for one day you can try drinking less, but what if you start to turn all girly?" Shaking your head you drink only half the vile, close it up and throw it on your bed. "We will just have to see what will happen." Grabbing your bag you sling it over your shoulder and give Grim a quick kiss on his forehead. He has been sick for a few days and again won't be able to go to school. Riddle told you it was some magical sickness that he must have gotten from eating things he wasn't supposed to. So this means It's another day you gotta survive by yourself without anyone finding out about your secret.

Making your way out of Ramshackle you feel a lot better and not as tired or sick like when you usually take all of the potion. You meet with friends and go to your classes.

(time skip)

While on your way to your last class you start to feel funny. A student who you talk with frequently looked at you very odd,"Hey Y/n, are you feeling alright?" You look at him surprised, "Yes, why?" the boy walks a little closer and pulls out his phone to show you yourself. "Your eyes look bigger and your cheeks seem more flushed." Looking at yourself in the phones mirror you seem more girly. "Oh maybe Grim's cold got to me too?" With that being said you rush off before the boy can even open his mouth. Panicking you start to search for somewhere to go since you can't walk to ramshackle and risk someone seeing you like this.

Lucky you make it to an empty classroom, before anyone can see you, or so you thought. You pull out your phone and look at your now changed features, finally the potion has worn off. You are standing there in a girly form and no longer can show your face to other students. suddenly you hear a voice behind you, "Y-Y/N??" Freezing in your tracks you don't turn around and instead wave Idia off. "Y/n you can't even speak to me?" You continue to look in the opposite direction of Idia and try to brush him off still. "Y/N, are you alright?" He is getting more nervous with your behavior.

You're his favorite person in the whole world, right next to Ortho, why are you being this way to him? You're everything we could ever want and more. You're pretty much the love of his life. He needs you to speak to him and he needs to know you're ok. "Please Y/n." You take in the way his voice is so desperate. Turning towards him, "Idia can you keep a secret?" Voice now shaky and more high pitched than it was before. "Y-yes, for you I can!" He takes a hesitant step and so do you. This continues on until you both are close enough to hear each other breathing.

Hesitantly you look at Idia's face, "I know this is is really weird and-" Idia grabs you by your arms. "You're a girl?" Idia was over joyed with this fact. Not only did he think you were a cute boy, but you're really an adorable girl." You watched as Idia's face was left so blank and empty. This made you worried. Your hands shoot up to hold onto Idia's hands that held onto your shoulders. "Please don't tell anyone anything!" small tears start to well up in your eyes. Idia takes this chance to move a hand up to brush your tears away. "Oh Y/n I won't tell anyone anything, I swear." This time when you looked at his face it had a grin. "Why are you looking at me like that Idia?"

He Moves his hands away from your form and instead he plays with his hands nervously. "Well Y/n I want something in return." Scrunching your brows together you think about what you can offer him. "Y/n you don't get to pick what to give me, I do." He takes his hands and raises them to your waist. "I mean after all I am the one who is going to keep your secret that you're really a girl." swallowing nervously you move to place your hands where he held you, "Idia don't I get a little bit of a say, I mean it's my secret." attempting to remove his hands came to no avail as he gripped you harder. "Please Y/n I have waiting for this moment since I laid my eyes on you." He starts to lean into you, forcing you to move back towards a desk.

Your legs hit the desk and you stumble a little back onto it. "Idia you really have?" He just confessed to you that even before he found out you were a girl he wanted you as a boy. How romantic? "Yes, yes Y/n, I have needed you for so long, man or woman." You gain the courage to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him close for a kiss. sticking your tongue in his mouth and exploring it and all its crevices. He sure was an awful kisser but the enthusiasm he was showing really helped him out. Starting to become out of breath you both pull away. Saliva still connecting you both by a thin thread. His look was all hazy and lust filled just as much as your own. It was really turning you on and by the looks of it, Idia as well.

Slipping your hand away from the back of his neck you move it down to his member. Stroking him off through his uniform pants. He lets out a whimper, "More, please, give me more." listening to his pleas you unzip his uniform pants and pull down his boxers to show his leaking rod. To be honest you thought he would be a bit smaller but he was more than large, like extra large. Using both of your hands you start to jerk him off. seconds go by and he is already whimpering into your ear and telling you to go faster. Of course you listen and go faster. "I can't take it, I'm sorry." He replies as he releases himself onto your hands. Lifting your hands to your mouth, you lick off all of his cum.

"Idia I want more of you." Idia nods his head and trades places with you. While he leans on the desk you take your place on the floor in front of him. Wasting no time in swirling your tongue around the tip of his member. He continues to leave you with little praises about how good you are and how beautiful you look. This made you want him even more. completely taking his cock into you mouth, well trying to at least. With his size it is very difficult to full get it in so you stick to stroking off what what couldn't make it in. sucking and slurping sounds fill the empty classroom. Idia started to breathe a bit heavier. You could tell he was almost up, so you stop.

"N-no, don't stop now, just a little bit more." He goes to grab your head to push you back but you move away and get up off your knees. Grabbing at your belt and then slipping your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Idia watches intently as you do so. Moving your hands up you peal off your NRC jacket but leave your shirt on same as Idia. He gently grabs you by your arms and pulls you in for another kiss, this one was a lot sweeter than the one you insinuated. such soft and loving moment shared between you two. "Sit on the desk." His voice is a bit more demanding. A big jump from the weak whimpers he was serenading you with before.

You oblige and position yourself sitting on the desk. Quickly he pulls you by your legs so you are laying down instead of just sitting. Never in your life have you thought you would see Idia with a more dominate side. And to top it off the way he looks at you with such a lust hunger stare really makes you wonder what his real personality even is. "What are you thinking about?" His question snaps you out of your thoughts, "Just you." Those two words are enough to make idia melt, "You really are perfect for me." He takes one of his hands are caresses your face, then takes his other and slips it under your undergarments. teasing your soaking wet entrance with his delicate touch.

He never had any experience with this kind of thing but Leona and Vil have told him and thing or two in case he would ever get into a situation like this. He also spends a good chunk of his time playing porn related video games so what he knows is whatever the hell is in those games.

Continuously he moves his fingers up and down making you the one whimpering now. Circling around your bud, around and around. He only does this for a few minutes before pushing a finger into you. Moving it in and out at a slow pace. He watches as you go to grip his hand, "Put another." He listens to you just as you listened to him and sticks another finger inside. Moving them along your squishy insides. Your moans and whimpers are what keep him going. They are going to be another reason why he needs to have you and always be with you. Forever and always. Picking up the pace he watches as small beads of sweat litter your forehead and roll down your face. "Idia I can't, I feel like I-" Before you can finish you cum all over his hand.

"I love you so much Y/n." He speaks before putting his fingers into his mouth and licking each and every digit that has your essence on it clean. His words caught you off guard for a second, "I love you too Idia." Now you were both ready for the main course.

Idia gently goes to hold your waist while you grab at his arms. Lining his tip with your entrance he pushes himself in. Your walls collapse onto him and he wonders if he can keep going especially if you feel this good. Slowly he starts to move his hips against yours and moans slip out of his mouth. "Idia faster-" Cutting you off he quickens his speed. Completely slamming into you and making you see stars. Your moans and whimpers are filling the classroom once again and so are Idia's. To think he is really having sex with the love of his life, this must be a dream.

But it's not, she is very much real. Everything about you and Idia were real.

He moves his hands from your waist to hold your face, "Y-y/n, I don't think I can hold on much longer." You grab onto his hands that are placed on your face, "M-me neither." You both are starting to become out of breath and coming to your end. Idia takes his hands off your face and hold onto your waist again, pulling himself in and out quickly. Before he can even make it fully out of you he cums inside your womanhood. Not long after you finish as well. Both of you are now fully finished and trying to get as much air as you can.

"Idia, you won't tell now will you?"

"No Y/n, never."

#twst idia #idia x reader lemon #idia x reader smut #idia shroud #idia x y/n #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #Idia Shroud x crossdresser reader

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mintmoth · 1 month

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idia can't handle spice BUT he's eaten such a Gross Amount of the most intense sour candy that he has destroyed his sour taste buds and can handle any sourness but barely tastes it

OH ABSOLUTELY he can eat a whole pack of warheads without getting his mouth torn up, watch him eat a lemon like it's an orange and wonder how his tooth enamel stays intact

#cant blame him tho lemons are good #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #anonymous #mint rambles

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tedearaminta · 2 months

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[TWST OC] Ríona 🪻

#twst #twisted wonderland #myart #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #riona #lemon tea

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treysimp · 2 years

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I don't know how else to say this, do you want to make out on my couch? (Explicit Remix)

BOTH AFAB! and AMAB!Reader/Rook Hunt

First section has no pronouns or body description for reader, second sections still have no pronouns but do describe readers secondary sexual characteristics (breasts of unspecified size and a vagina for AFAB, and pecs and a penis for AMAB).

Trying a different format! We are doing a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style fic with a smutty GN!Reader beginning that splits into AFAB and AMAB paths after the first section.

Let me know if you like this or the fully different pieces better!

The beginning of the fic is included immediately below if you want to read the whole thing, or skip to the second picture of (Groovy!) Rook to jump right to the steam. Tags: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (giving and receiving), slight snowballing, enthusiastic consent, praise-kink adjacent descriptions, incredibly bad French, porn with feelings, self-indulgent thirst from yours truly, ask to tag for more.

Want more TWST? Here's my Masterlist!

Thank you lovely readers, enjoy!

“Oh? Mon trésor, do repeat that request?”

You suddenly realized that you shouldn’t have turned your back to Rook when you felt one hand snake across your waist and the other brush behind your arm to grasp your chin. Startled but also more than a little excited at the close contact, you very much could hear each beat of your heart in your eardrums.

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt the skim of perfect teeth against your sensitive skin. Shivering excitedly, you stood perfectly still. Feeling as if you moved even slightly, took the smallest breath, or uttered the shortest syllable, the spell would be broken and he would disappear just as fast as he came into your life.

“You know, if you wanted to be caught by me, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured, each word tickling the baby hairs behind your ear.

The heat that crept up your neck was made of more than just embarrassment as you suddenly wondered if you did fall into a trap by asking this beautiful man inside of your house. The hand on your chin slowly turned your head to the side, and your eyes met with a sparkling crescent emerald green.

Feeling very much like every breath he took against your skin took away yours in turn, you closed your eyes for a moment. Feeling the thrill of him being so close and success being so close you could almost taste it. Building up your courage, you square your shoulders as you try to speak again.

“Is that a yes, Rook?” You ask. Your voice shook slightly more than you would have liked, but it certainly wasn’t from fear.

“Ah, ma belle amie, I think you already know the answer.” He said, a soft kiss descending to the cheek you had tilted nearest to him.

The beats of your heart go into overdrive at the simple and relatively innocent act of affection, and this forceful kickstart to your brain finally enticed you to turn your head to him.

Your eyes meet with one of the smuggest expressions you have ever seen in your life. You wanted to wipe it off of him.

“I suppose you’re right.” You say, taking the opportunity to surprise him for once by planting a passionate kiss onto the lips of the stupid, dumb, frustrating, incredibly hot, hunter.

With a soft hum, he reciprocates your kiss. A single strand falls loose from his ponytail and brushes past your cheek in a ticklish wave. The kisses are slow, soft, and so very tender. The romance that everyone wishes for when they dream of kissing the object of their affection for the first time.

Separating with a sigh, Rook’s cheeks are alight with a scarlet splash. “Oh! Mon amour! You do truly know how to stir the fondest fantasies of my heart.” He said, squeezing you ever closer. The embrace made you wonder if mice were this happy with the cheese they found before the trap clapped shut.

“… Rook.”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Can we go inside?”

Without a hint of embarrassment at being asked to let go, Rook loosens his arms to allow you to open the door you had been holding onto for the past couple of minutes.

Without skipping a beat, Rook places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you inside, closing the door softly behind you both. You are escorted forward through the living room until you sit on the couch. However, rather than sit beside you, Rook kneels on the ground.

“Ma lune, mes étoiles-!” He begins, holding your hands in between one of his, the other elegantly removing his baseball cap with a flourish and holding it to his chest.

“Do you dare grant my fondest wish?”

You breathed in deeply, preparing yourself for what he may have cooked up in his french-speaking, romance-novel-infested brain.

“And what would that be, Rook?”

“For me to make a mess of you, my dear.”

You inhaled sharply, looking for any hint of a lie or facade in his glimmering emerald eyes.

Maybe you were just naive, but no matter how hard you searched each curve of his elegant face, you could never find anything that ever so much as hinted at deceit.

Well, you were down too bad to stop at this point anyway.

“I’m not convinced you’ve ever made a mess in your life, Rook.”

“Ohoho, well then ma cherie! Allow me the pleasure of surprising you.” throwing his hat into the air with an unnecessarily complex hand motion, Rook rises from his knees and uses his arms to box you in.

As he descends onto you with the promise of more, you can’t feel even a trace of regret at letting this hunter into your den. For better, or for worse.

Looking up at Rook from inside his embrace felt like a dream come true. His smile was infectious, bright eyes searing a hole into your mind with their intensity. His kisses were fleeting, always forcing you to follow him as he pulled away over and over, like a fleeting memory you couldn’t quite catch.

Each peck was punctuated with a soft chuckle, a compliment, a hair grab here, a caress across your shoulders there, he knew exactly how to leave you wanting more without ever making it seem like he wasn’t giving you enough in turn.

Your clothes left your body slowly and meticulously, it felt almost like he timed each button coming undone to certain breaths, each inch of skin exposed to the cold air being freed by the careful ritual of his perfected touches and pulls. You realized once all of your garments had made a perfect pile on the floor that the only thing that had been done to ruffle Rook’s perfect appearance was that the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. That wouldn’t do.

“Rook,” You admonished, holding him back from another flurry of kisses by the shoulders. “I expect you to start taking your clothes off too, you know.”

Rook swallowed audibly and for the first time in a while, he looked pleasantly surprised. His eyes crinkled at the edges as he nodded, getting to work on unbuttoning, unzipping, and rolling fabric off of his body.

And… Oh damn. He was way more built than you expected.

You could have guessed as much from the prominent veins on his forearms that you could sneak a peek at when he rolled up his sleeves during gym, but this was on a whole other level. Slim yet sleek muscles with every dip and curve defined, you thought of the professional runners of your world. Rook hid his form very well under all of his layers, but seeing the rippling definition that went from the top of his shoulders to his back, and oh my God, is that a v-line? Do people even have those in real life?

Your mouth was dry. Clearly beauty for Pomefiore was more than just the soft boyish beauties that defined most of the dorm populace.

Rook’s eyebrow rose as he watched the way that you hungrily examined his body. The power of his smile could light a whole city, you thought.

“Tu as perdu ta langue, mon couer?” He asked playfully, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs to give you a single tantalizing inch more of his form. Oh my god, please, please take those off.

You wished you had elected to take more French classes when you had the chance. Something about a tongue? Well, you could work with that, you guessed.

Tracing your fingers from his waist to meet where his fingers had been pulling at the soft fabric of his final piece of clothing, you held his hands in yours as you eased down the garment to finally get an entire look at him.

Apparently, that thin underwear had been stronger than it looked. He sprung to attention right in front of your eyes and you couldn’t hold back your quiet squeak of surprise.

Okay, you understood where his weird amount of confidence came from.

He was big. The veins on his cock were pronounced, making you again think of how gorgeous those forearms were going to look strained and clenching with pleasure once you were finally able to have your way with him. His tip was a beautiful rose flush, the same color that his kiss-enflamed lips were. Said lips were being bitten rather harshly at this moment, the soft blush enveloping Rook’s face only serving to make his eyes look all the greener and emphasize just how poreless and smooth his skin was from head to toe.

More of his hair had fallen sloppily out of his ponytail, some strands lightly curling in a way that made you wonder if his hair was naturally that straight. You were incredibly jealous of how thick his it was and his lovely honey-blonde color, that was for sure. Seeing that the windows matched the drapes in his case, soft curls of flax surrounding the base of his generous cock, you were pretty confident that he didn’t dye it.

While examining the beauty of his body, you were stricken by how much genuine emotion Rook had on his face at this moment. You were so used to his perfectly calculated smile, that you were unsure how many other expressions he had.

Chest heaving ever so slightly, nails digging into his palms as he carefully watched every slight movement of your eyes scanning his body, you felt like his moment had turned him on far more than any previous.

Getting back to the fact that the one word you understood in his gratuitous French speech was ‘mouth’, you decided it was time to get to work.

Gently covering his velvet skin with your slightly chilly hands, Rook lightly hissed an inhale as he screwed his eyes shut from your first hesitant touches.

“Is this okay?” You asked, worried that said sound was from pain.

“Yes… yes, please keep going.” He murmured, breath labored as you slowly increased the strength of your grip and the speed of your pumps.

Swallowing audibly, you slowly leaned closer to him, gently rubbing his length against your cheek, nuzzling him softly as you began giving him fleeing kisses from base to tip.

He was all out groaning at this point, even though you hadn’t felt like you had done much. You moved your palm to the head of his cock and began grasping his head in swirling circles while your mouth moved up and down to softly drag your tongue against his sides.

Rook’s palm was slapped over his gaping mouth, spilling out a garble of compliments, your name, and French that you did not understand one bit. At some point, you thought you heard ‘mon chou’, which you vaguely remembered as translating to ‘my cabbage’? Filing that thought away for later, maybe it was context-dependent.

Rook had slowly begun bucking his hips into your grasp, which you took as your cue to intensify your motions. You moved your hand to the base of his cock, trailing your tongue from the underside of his twitching balls to envelop his head in your mouth. You began moving your head to a slow bobbing rhythm, pulling your mouth off with a pop every so often like you were enjoying a particularly good sucker. The wet noises of your movement would have been embarrassing if Rook hadn’t moved his hand to the back of your head to gently pull at your scalp at that very moment. Fuck.

You tried different paces, strokes, bobbing without disconnecting from him, mouthing at him from the sides, below, it seemed to be working as his breath was becoming more labored, his eyes screwed shut and he couldn’t even will himself to speak any longer.

It looked like he was close, and as much as you were enjoying this, your neck and your hands had begun cramping just a little (not to mention the guaranteed bruising on your knees from kneeling on your crappy hardwood floor).

You sped up and intensified everything you had been doing, gripping harder with your hands, sucking more aggressively with your mouth, moving faster to a sloppy arhythmic beat. You were both shaking, and Rook began desperately pushing himself into your face in earnest, face screwed up in unabashed pleasure.

Quickly separating himself from you at the last possible second, you felt a warm splatter on your face as you opened your eyes to see the end of Rook’s impressive climax. Wrinkling your nose slightly, you wished that he had asked before electing to cum on your face, but you really couldn’t deny how fucking hot that all was.

Gasping, shaking, Rook holds his slowly drooping cock in hand, gaze fixated on the strands of his release on your face.

Slowly kneeling to your level, Rook places a hand to cup your cheek as the other rubs a single drop of his cum off of your skin with a swipe of his thumb. He carefully laved the digit with his tongue, licking it clean while his eyes smoldered at yours.

Rook drags his tongue down the trails that moisten your face, cleaning every bit of himself off of you. Once he has finished this painstaking process of clearing your face of him, he gives you a passionate open-mouthed kiss, gifting you the taste of him that you had missed from his choice of release. Musky, but surprisingly palatable, you wondered just what in the world he ate to keep his taste so light and unassuming.

Separating from your kiss at a deliberately slow pace, Rook’s eyes bore into you yet again. You feel even more naked than you already were.

“Mon trésor… please allow me to return the favor.”

(END OF Gender Neutral Section):

For AFAB!Reader, go to the second banner, for AMAB!Reader, continue reading below.

(AMAB!Reader, start!)

Your gaze followed Rook’s as he unabashedly stared at your hard cock straining against your boxers, a wet patch of pre-cum creating a small splotch that indicated your overwhelming arousal.

“Please.” You asked, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

After Rook made quite the show of cleaning you up after his climax you weren’t sure how long you were going to last, but you also might pass out from blood loss if you didn’t have his beautiful man touching you as soon as possible.

Rook reaches towards your waist and eases your underwear down, smile slightly intensifying as you lift your hips to allow him to take them off, legs slightly shaking from kneeling so long while you serviced him. Your erection jumped up from its cloth prison much like Rook’s did at the start of this encounter. You felt like you were getting impossibly even harder due to the way his gaze looked upon you so hungrily.

Rook did not take the time to tease that you did, immediately gripping you firmly in his hand and beginning even strokes in earnest, eyes twinkling at the way you crinkled your nose in a combination of surprise and arousal from the sudden action.

“I simply must see what your lovely face looks like when you cum, my dear.” Rook said with a dreamy sigh, “Will you grant me that foolish wish of mine?”

You nod dumbly, entranced with the ways the muscles of his arms flex while he pumps your length. It was impossible to tell just exactly what it was, but you could tell that every time you got yourself off from here on out was going to pale in comparison. You very much didn’t want to blow your load immediately, but Rook was making it difficult.

Taking your length at the base, Rook started dragging his tongue up and around your balls in earnest, softly pumping with his hand as his mouth made effort to explore every visible inch of you.

Your cock was visibly twitching, your legs spasming at each tiny variation of touch that he was giving you. How unfair was this? You felt like he was unraveling you thread by thread, knotting and unknotting the pressure just below your belly.

“R-Rook��” You gasped. God, you wanted to last longer but…

Rook’s smile stretched wide as he took that moment to pull all of you in his mouth, bobbing his head, soft hair bouncing up and down like an angel’s halo.

All of your restraint snapping in one instant, you grabbed Rook by the base of his perfect ponytail and began face-fucking him in earnest, nails digging into his scalp, unabashed moans spilling from your lips.

Rook’s gaze met yours, strained breaths coming from his nose. He looked perfect like this, mouth around you, hair a mess, you wished you could take a picture to keep forever, but this memory would have to do.

With a final strangled moan, you came into his mouth. A hurried and sputtering release coated the inside of his mouth.

Gasping, groaning, you bit your lip as you saw Rook swallow thickly, taking all of your finish with it.

You briefly considered if it was worth trying to get hard again, but the ache in your balls said no dice.

Rook slowly stood to full height, eyes beaming and a smile splitting his face in twain.

“Give me just a moment, mon coeur.” He whispered, stealing his way down the hall and towards your room, returning momentarily with two pairs of your sleepwear, one for you and one for him.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled the shirt over your head and coaxed you into your sweats before putting on his garments with a flourish.

Kissing you on the forehead as you stifled a yawn, Rook braced his arm behind the crook of your knees, pulling you into a bridal carry as you grabbed his neck in surprise.

Taking you to your bedroom, Rook took his time to lay you down, oh so carefully on your well-worn mattress. He smoothed the sweaty hair from your forehead, beaming all the while. Seemingly satisfied with your comfort, Rook climbed in beside you, pulling your head to the crook of his neck as you heard his breathing slow.

“...Hey, Rook?” you mumbled sleepily, pushing your head even further against his skin to smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

(AFAB!Reader, start!)

You come to the sudden realization of just how sticky and constricting your panties were on your frame as Rook idly traces his finger down the hem that sits on the crook of where your hips and legs meet.

“I… would love that.” You reply shakily, eyes glued to the way Rook’s fingers teased along the sensitive skin that was just millimeters from where you wanted him most.

Rook’s smile grew impossibly wider as he moved his hand to hook the edges of your bottoms and slide them off of your hips, slyly tucking them in his back pocket while you were distracted by the way his eyes examined every pore of your now visible skin.

It was embarrassing, of course, being bare to him as he looked at you so intensely. You idly thought of how perfect and blemishless his complexion was and how very much not perfect your skin was in comparison.

Rook didn’t seem to have those same thoughts though, as he was fluttering his touch around the edges of your labia, relishing in the different textures of your body.

“...Tu es superbe… quelle belle femme.” He mumbles, which in this single case you can context clue your way to the fact it was a compliment due to how breathlessly Rook said the phrase.

Rook moved closer to your core with a deep inhale, lashes fluttering and warm breath causing you to lightly writhe at the stimulation.

“Please touch me, Rook.” You shamelessly beg, eyes slightly teary at the intensity you feel from even the barest of touches.

Snapping his eyes to yours, you feel like if his eyes could suddenly turn ablaze they would.

Rook dives into you with fervor, teeth nibbling at your soft lower lips and fingers lightly tracing your hereto-ignored hole. The sensation is overwhelming, so warm, so wet, his tongue expertly seeking out every erogenous zone that it could find.

You had to restrain the instinct to buck your hips into his face, not wanting to lose contact with his body for even the barest second it would take you to twitch under his touch.

The finger that had been tracing your entrance slowly started pushing inside you, and you had to bite your lip to silence the embarrassing moan that threatened to spill out of you. Rook removed his face from you and tutted, shaking his head back and forth vigorously.

“That will not do, ma belle!” he admonishes, “If you do not wish for me to stop you must not temper your voice! Let me hear you!”

Nodding dizzily from the sudden revoking of his sensations, you agreed. Satisfied with your response, Rook returns to his salacious movements with even more fervor, clearly intending to undo you at the soonest opportunity.

“Oh… Rook…” You gasped.

How in the world was he so good at this? To your knowledge, there wasn’t a ‘Pussy 101’ class at Night Raven (though on second thought, maybe there should be).

Rook was desperately pumping you with his fingers, he had added a second digit to stretch you, and shortly after, a third. His eyes were glued to your face, committing every blink and moan to memory. He was going to make you cum if it killed him, a gentleman would do no less.

Desperately massaging your clit, Rook timed his thrusts with captivating twirls of his tongue.

You felt so hot, so overwhelmingly hot, your legs were clenching, your fists balled up on the couch as they scrambled for purchase and found none. You saw sparks begin to pop up behind your closed eyelids and you knew it was only a matter of time.

“Rook… Rook, please!” You almost screamed.

Rook increased in intensity, pumping you faster, sucking harder, his again half-hard dick grinding uselessly into the leg of the couch.

Gasping, shaking, a desperate clench and then the deepest relaxation you had ever felt washed over you.

Still panting, you slowly lowered your legs from the vice-grip that they had subjected Rook’s head to.

Rook himself was beaming, carelessly wiping the taste of you onto his arm before taking a moment to suck the essence off of the fingers that he had buried in you just seconds prior.

“Oh, my love, we simply must make a habit of this.” Rook declared, eyes again sparkling dangerously from between your legs, “but for now, let me clean you up, dearest.”

Heaving your naked form over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, Rook carried you to the bathroom, wiping you clean with a wet washcloth.

He spent his time looking intensely at every drop of water as it caressed itself down your body, tracing his eyes to mentally make a map of where he still had yet to touch himself.

“…Rook?” You whispered, enchanted by the way he gently cleaned your body before gracefully swiping the same cloth over his own.

“Yes?” He replied, face again alight as the sound of your voice.

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

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And here is the conclusion for the most frequently requested character, Rook! Y'all surprised me with your thirst for this one, but I 100% agree with you that this man is a whole-ass meal.

Let me know what you thought, send me prompts, or tell me who I (we) should do next.

(Should I do a poll? Do people even like polls?)

Love you, reader!

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consumeroflemoans · 2 months

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Pt 3 of making emotions! I’ll be taking requests for any future ones if people have ideas! Once again it’s first come first serve ✨

#twisted wonderland #lemon arts #cater diamond #malleus draconia #Leona kingscholar #Lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #Jamil viper #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker #rook hunt

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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Devilish

A scare during the witching hour turns into something more pleasant than you thought it would.

Character; Trey Clover

Content; Gender-neutral reader, some fear but ends in fluff

Content Warning; Fear/anxiety, swearing

Word Count; 1.6 K

Author's Note; This is for @jade-s-nymph's TWSTober collab! I had a lot of fun writing this, plus this is my first fic/serious work featuring Trey ^v^ Please make sure you support the other writers and artists in this collab as well; and remember to reblog works that you enjoyed!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You woke up, a bit in a daze since you were just deep asleep, but the groggy daze of ‘Why am I awake… nevermind, I’m going back to bed’ quickly left your mind as a strong, acrid, smell filled the air; the smell of something burning. That grogginess quickly morphed into a slowly building and intensifying anxiety, but none of the smoke alarms were going off… you still got up though and turned on all the lights; you wouldn’t be able to rest easy until you found the source of the smell.

Room by room, you turned on the lights, and thankfully you didn’t find anything ablaze. Thinking about it, you didn’t even have anything on that could theoretically start a fire… better safe than sorry.

I mean, like, who wouldn’t wake up and not be freaked out? My brain is practically running around in circles and screaming FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! You thought to yourself, rubbing your eyes. You also knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after this, the anxious part of your brain making sure that you stayed awake until you either found the source of the smell, or it went away.

You ended your quest of trying to find the smell in the kitchen, but there was no sign of smoke or the ‘fire’ that your brain imagined engulfing all of your earthly possessions. Yet, you didn’t feel relieved, instead, you hunched over your counter and started scrolling through your phone, looking for answers.

‘what smells like burning rubber’

You got everything from phantom smells caused by hallucinations, to electrical fires, to skunk. You let out a sigh and massaged your temples. Yeah, I should have seen that coming. Go looking for answers and instead, I have more questions than I began with.

“Lovely,” you sighed, straightening yourself back up and looking up at the ceiling, “just lovely.”

It was honestly no use trying to go back to sleep now, since you were fully awake. Glancing at the clock, you groaned again; it wasn’t even four in the morning; what kind of sick joke was that?

You gave your clock the stink eye but started your journey back to your bed, maybe you could start reading that book you’ve been meaning to get into… or you could just scroll mindlessly through social media while nice and comfy under your blankets. But right as you reached the threshold of your room, three knocks sounded out.

You paused and listened. Knock, knock, knock. There they were again, but they weren’t coming from the front door, no. You were half tempted to pull the blinds back from the window, but if there was some creep knocking on your window in the dead of night, you would rather not come across them. So yet again, you went through your place, triple-checking that all the locks were secure. First a fire scare, and now this? Today wasn’t going great, was it?

All of the locks checked out though, everything was good.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

A third round of knocking, but this time it was louder, more insistent. And the burning smell was back, and you could taste it from how strong it was. It commanded all of your attention and wasn’t going to be ignored… it was consuming, hungry almost.

You were back in the kitchen, and thankfully(?) there was no more knocking, it seemed like three sets of three and it was done, but the smell, the smell. It was oppressive, and you started coughing, but despite the all-consuming smell of fire and burning, there was no smoke anywhere to be found; with the smell this thick, you would have been able to feel it.

You went ahead to turn on the light, but despite you flipping the switch up and down multiple times, the light stayed off. And the rest of the lights just shut off suddenly on your final flip of the light switch, plunging you into darkness, engulfing you in darkness and the smell of burning.

FUCK! You fumbled around for your phone, trying to get the flashlight on.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking was back, and it was slower and louder than before.

Finally, your phone’s flashlight turned on, and from the darkness, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at you, unblinking and looking into you, as if trying to see your very being.

And you? You just stood there, frozen, barely even breathing, since hey THERE WERE GLOWING EYES IN YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU? HELLO?! WHAT?!

You tried to move, to even open your mouth so you could make some attempt to either scream in horror, or hiss obscenities at whatever was in your kitchen, but you were frozen. And as you stared back into the glowing eyes, they were getting closer, and changing from a startling, eerie glowing gold, to something more dull and warm; a warm hazel. Despite this change from unnatural to something more human, they still pried into your consciousness, as if looking for something.

Soon, the former-glowing-eyed thing that was lurking in the dark corners of your kitchen stepped into the weak light of your flashlight. By the time he — yes, he — had stepped into the weak cold light, his eyes had stopped glowing. But the smell, the acrid smell of something burning, was stronger than ever, and it was coming from him. Yet, he looked like a polite neighbour who would offer you some sugar if you ran out, but you knew that wasn’t what he was.

He cleared his throat, and fixed his glasses, still keeping eye contact with you which you couldn’t escape. “You summoned me?”

You blinked in surprise at the question. It was out of pocket, but this entire situation was entirely ludicrous when you really thought about it. But the green-haired man just blinked back at you, as if he was just as confused at the current situation as you were. It was almost comical in a sense.

Finally, whatever spell you were under, lifted. “No,” you said, still gauging what he was since human was only the form he was taking on. “No, I really didn’t.”

He offered you a polite smile, which was unnerving as it was charming; and if you were in a completely different situation, it would have you feeling at ease. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at end though, and your brain screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY!

“You did though,” he chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t you remember? At the bakery?”

The bakery? … all you had gotten at the bakery was some sugar, flour, and some lemon squares. And you would have remembered him if you saw him at the bakery; since green hair wasn’t natural, yet it looked like it was for him.

You shook your head, “All I got was some supplies and lemon bars. I didn’t ‘summon’ you. And what do you mean by ‘summon’? Who are you? What are you? How did you even get in my house?”

He pursed his lips and looked at you pensively. “Must have been a mix-up then… you don’t seem like the type to summon…” He let out a deep sigh, and adjusted his glasses — apparently, both of you were not happy with your current situations. Also, you didn’t know if you should have been offended or not at that statement. “Can I see what you got?”

You nodded, bringing out the flour and sugar, which, judging by his lack of reaction other than saying, “That’s a good deal for that,” was not the reason why he just spawned in your house. But then you showed him the half-eaten container of lemon bars, with three still left over.

“Ah, looks like there was a mix-up,” he chuckled. He turned back to you, with your citrus confectionaries in hand. “These are demon bars, not lemon bars. Eating them summons, well, a demon.”

A demon… A DEMON?! You balked at him, looking from the traitorous sweets to his bashful smile. And no wonder they tasted devilishly sweet… You knew it was bad going shopping on an empty stomach, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

“No offence, but uhhhh, how do I… send you back?” You were going to say ‘get rid of you’ but you didn’t want to offend the guy; he seemed polite enough, but you also didn’t want to test your luck either. “And what do I call you? Since I don’t want to just call you ‘demon’?”

The demon brought his hand to his chin and looked at you.

Man, his eyes are pretty when they aren’t glowing in the dark— WHAT AM I THINKING?! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! You dug your fingernails into your palm to stop your wandering, and sleep-deprived, thoughts from skipping merely down a rose-tinted road.

He looked at the ‘lemon’ bars (apparently it wasn’t just a fancy cursive L then) and looked back up to you. “Trey, you can call me Trey.”

Like a serving tray? Or three in Spanish?

“As for sending me back? Well, you didn’t know they were actually contracts, so I think if we make three more of those bars you should be good.” He nodded at the end.

Your night had taken multiple turns; from you thinking your house was aflame, to being scared half to death by Trey in your kitchen, to now making demonic-infused lemon bars in your kitchen at four in the morning… at least you made it out with your soul intact with the whole experience only costing you some ingredients, which you could always get more of… and maybe you even made a friend in the process?

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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog, @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @lucid-stories, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#spooky chattering 2023 #twstober #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey clover x gn reader #yes the misreading demon as lemon is from that one photo of 'the grocery store is selling demons for 99 cents' ; ily if ya got the referenc #and this is also the character that was 'hey there demons it's me ya boi' in my poll to choose a character #also technically a late birthday fic for him #also inspired by me waking up smelling burned popcorn and finding out that it was a skunk (sadly no trey or lemon bars)

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