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How'd They React To You Skipping School

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . comedy/drama - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] cater . leona. floyd . vil . rook . silver . sebek . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: I had like no idea of what to post, so I just decided to post one of my drafts!

Cater Diamond

Cater is used to you doing your own thing, but when he realizes you're skipping school without telling him, it throws him off. He first notices your absence in class when he glances over at your usual seat and finds it empty.

"Huh? No way. Did she sleep in?" he mumbles, tilting his head.

He checks his Magicam feed just in case, and sure enough—there you are, chilling at a café, sipping on a fancy drink with a little dessert on the side.

"Omg. She’s out living her best life while I’m suffering in Trein’s lecture?? Rude."

At first, he considers letting it slide. After all, it’s not like he never ditches, but the more he thinks about it, the more a nagging feeling settles in his chest.

So, the second class ends, he shoots you a text.

Cay-kun 🧡: Baaaaabe, why am I seeing u on my Magicam instead of in class? U cheating on me with a strawberry shortcake? 😭🍰

You don’t reply right away. He sighs, leaning against a hallway wall. Then, an idea strikes him. If you’re going to skip school, why not have a real ditch day adventure?

Thirty minutes later, you’re peacefully enjoying your alone time when a very familiar voice chimes in from across the café.

"Omg, no way. What are the chances? I just happened to be in the area~", Cater says, sliding into the seat across from you with an easy grin.

You roll your eyes. "Cater, you totally left school to find me."

He laughs, taking a sip of your drink without asking. "Busted. But c’mon, how could I let my precious girlfriend have all the fun by herself? We could’ve planned a whole cute ditch day together!"

Though he’s joking, there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—concern, maybe? You don’t miss the way his fingers drum lightly against the table, the way his usual easygoing smile seems just a bit forced.

"Next time, at least tell me, okay? I wanna make sure you’re safe. Plus, if you’re gonna skip, might as well do it with style. Matching outfits, cute couple photos—the whole deal."

Even though he’s being playful, you know he’s serious. And honestly? You wouldn’t mind skipping with him next time.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is no stranger to skipping school—hell, it’s practically his hobby. So when he hears from Ruggie that you didn’t show up to class, his first reaction is to scoff.

"Tch. So what? Not like it’s my problem."

But as the day drags on, something bugs him. He expected you to at least text him if you were gonna skip.

By the time lunch rolls around, his patience is gone.

Instead of going to class, he heads straight to his usual napping spot in the botanical gardens—where, conveniently, he finds you lounging on a bench, headphones in, eyes closed as you soak in the afternoon sun.

For a moment, he just watches. Then, with a sigh, he plops down beside you, one arm draped over the back of the bench as he tilts his head toward you.

"You got some nerve skippin’ without tellin’ me."

Your eyes snap open. "Leona? How’d you—"

"I am the king, y’know. I got eyes everywhere."

He leans in, his voice dropping to that low, lazy drawl that always sends a shiver down your spine. "So? You got a reason for dodging class, or you just felt like slacking?"

You mumble something about needing a break. Leona raises an eyebrow, letting out a deep sigh.

"Hmph. Well, can’t say I blame you. But if you’re gonna play hooky, at least do it right."

Before you can react, he shifts, lying down with his head in your lap, eyes already closing.

"Since you’re already here, you might as well stay. I ain’t letting you run off alone again—next time, you skip, you tell me first. Got it?"

His words are firm, but the way his hand lazily rests on your knee, fingers tracing absentminded patterns, tells you everything you need to know.

You weren’t just skipping school—you were skipping him. And Leona Kingscholar doesn’t like being left out.

Floyd Leech

When Floyd finds out you skipped school, the reaction is instant and dramatic.

It starts when he bursts into your dorm room, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Shrimpyyyyy~ Why weren’t you in class today?"

Before you can even answer, he flops down onto your bed, stretching like a lazy cat.

"I was soooo boooored. Sitting in class with no Shrimpy to tease? Ugh, it was awful!"

You roll your eyes. "Floyd, it’s just one day. I needed a break."

The air shifts.

Floyd props himself up on one elbow, his usual playful smile still in place, but there’s something more intense behind his eyes now.

"Hmm. A break from school? Or a break from me?"

You blink. "Wait, what? No, that’s not—"

Before you can finish, he’s suddenly on top of you, his long fingers gently but firmly pressing against your wrists. His grin widens, but his grip tightens just slightly.

"Y’know, if you wanted to play hooky, you could’ve just told me. We coulda done something fun together." His voice drops to a murmur, lips brushing against your ear. "But instead, you ran off all alone… That’s kinda mean, don’tcha think?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Floyd, I didn’t mean it like that—"

In an instant, his mood flips back.

"Hehe, just kidding~!" He suddenly rolls off you, laughing as he sprawls out on the bed again.

"Buuut next time you skip, I’m coming with you. No ifs, ands, or buts. Shrimpy doesn’t get to run away from me, got it?"

Despite the playfulness, you know he’s dead serious. And honestly? It’s safer to just agree. Because when Floyd wants something…

He gets it.

Here’s how Vil, Rook, and Silver would react to you skipping school, each in their own unique way!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil notices your absence immediately. He keeps a close eye on you—not in an overbearing way (or so he claims), but enough to know when something’s off.

It starts when he walks into class and sees your seat empty. He frowns.

"Where is she?" he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

Even Rook, who usually lets things play out naturally, raises an eyebrow at Vil’s reaction.

"Perhaps ma belle has decided to take an impromptu escape from the drudgery of academia?"

Vil clicks his tongue. "Hardly. She wouldn’t skip for no reason. Which means…"

His eyes narrow as he pulls out his phone and dials your number. It rings. And rings. No answer.

Vil is not amused.

By lunch, he has had enough. With a sigh, he closes his notebook, stands up, and says, "If the professors ask, tell them I’m handling a… personal matter."

A few students exchange glances, but no one questions him. When Vil Schoenheit is on a mission, he gets what he wants.

—

You’re lounging at a quiet spot near the outskirts of campus, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when suddenly—

"There you are."

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

Vil stands before you, arms crossed, his violet eyes burning with irritation.

"Would you like to explain to me why you’ve chosen to neglect your studies today?"

You stammer out something about needing a break. The pressure of school, the endless expectations—it was all just too much.

For a moment, Vil just stares at you. Then, with a sigh, he walks over and gracefully sits beside you.

"I understand," he says at last, his tone softer now. "But running away won’t solve anything, my dear. If you were overwhelmed, you should have come to me."

His fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his expression unreadable.

"Your beauty, your mind, your potential—they are things that should be nurtured, not neglected. And if anyone dares to say otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me."

You swallow, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

"But…" he continues, tilting your chin up slightly, "if you ever pull something like this again without informing me, I will drag you back to class myself. Understood?"

With Vil, skipping school is not just about missing lessons. It’s about maintaining excellence—and to him, you deserve nothing less.

Rook Hunt

Rook doesn’t need anyone to tell him you skipped school. He feels it.

The moment he steps into the classroom, a shiver runs down his spine. He scans the room, and sure enough—you’re missing.

"Ah… mon trésor, where could you have vanished to?"

Anyone else might have let it go. But Rook? Rook Hunt?

Oh, no, no, no.

This is a hunt.

—

You think you’ve found the perfect hiding spot—a secluded meadow just beyond campus. The breeze is gentle, the grass soft, and the world feels so blissfully quiet.

But then—

"Ah…! What a rare and exquisite sight! A most beautiful creature, escaping the confines of duty to embrace the wild!"

You jerk up, heart pounding. "Rook?! How—"

He smiles down at you, eyes glimmering with delight.

"My dear, you wound me! Did you truly believe you could evade me?"

You groan. "Can’t I have one day to myself?"

Rook simply chuckles, kneeling beside you. "But of course! And what a splendid setting you have chosen! Ah, the crisp air, the golden sunlight—it is a moment worthy of poetry!"

You sigh, leaning back. "So, you’re not going to drag me back?"

Rook tilts his head.

"Non, non, ma chérie. Who am I to interfere with the call of your spirit?" His voice lowers, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "However… I must ask—were you running to something… or from something?"

You pause. You hadn’t thought about it that way.

Rook hums, plucking a flower and tucking it behind your ear.

"Whatever it is, you need not face it alone. If ever you wish to flee again… invite me along, oui? Let us embark on a grand adventure together."

His words are sweet, but the message is clear—next time, he will find you. And next time… you might not mind.

Silver

Silver is usually the one who accidentally skips class (thanks to his habit of falling asleep anywhere), so when he realizes you’re the one missing, it catches him off guard.

Lilia is the first to notice his concern.

"Looking for someone, Silver?" he asks, sipping his tea.

Silver hesitates. "She’s not here. She wasn’t in class this morning."

Lilia chuckles. "Ah, young love. Are you worried, or do you just miss her?"

Silver’s ears turn a little pink. "That’s not—"

But he is worried.

So, after finishing his morning duties, he sets off to find you. It doesn’t take long.

He finds you by a quiet stream, legs dangling over the edge, watching the water ripple. You don’t even hear him approach—until he’s sitting beside you.

"Skipping school, huh?" he says, voice calm but firm.

You sigh. "Are you here to lecture me?"

Silver shakes his head. "No. But I am here to make sure you’re okay."

You blink, surprised.

He gazes at the water for a long moment before speaking again.

"I get it. Sometimes, the world moves too fast. Sometimes, you just… need to stop." He exhales. "I’ve felt that way too."

His honesty takes you off guard.

"But," he continues, turning to look at you, "you don’t have to bear it alone. If you ever need to slow down… let me stay by your side."

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his voice. Silver has always been gentle, always patient—but beneath it all is a quiet strength, one that makes you feel… safe.

He offers you his hand. "Let’s go back together. But if you really don’t want to, then I’ll stay here with you."

You stare at his outstretched hand. And for the first time today, you don’t feel like you have to run.

Because with Silver beside you, the world doesn’t seem so overwhelming anymore.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek prided himself on being alert, disciplined, and ever-diligent in all things—so when he noticed your absence from class, his first instinct was absolute outrage.

"Where is she?!" he bellowed the moment roll call finished, slamming his hands down on his desk.

The entire class turned to stare. Even Lilia, who was used to Sebek’s theatrics, raised an eyebrow.

"Calm yourself, Sebek. I’m sure she has her reasons," Lilia said, sipping his tea.

Sebek whirled around. "Reasons? What reasons could possibly justify this?! My human— I mean, my beloved has abandoned her education!"

His heart raced in his chest, not just from frustration, but from concern. What if something had happened to you? What if you were in danger? What if—gasp—you were avoiding him?!

No. Unacceptable.

Without hesitation, Sebek stormed out of class, determined to find you and drag you back to school himself.

—

You were relaxing in a quiet corner of the gardens, lying beneath the shade of a tree, finally enjoying some peace. That is, until—

"HUMAN!"

The roar of your name nearly sent you flying out of your seat. Before you could even react, Sebek loomed over you, arms crossed, golden eyes blazing with intensity.

"You dare to SKIP CLASS?! What kind of nonsense is this?! Have you no sense of duty?!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Sebek, please. Not so loud."

"LOUD?!" he repeated, even louder. "How can I possibly remain quiet when you have committed such a heinous act?! Skipping school—DISGRACEFUL!"

You sighed. "I just needed a break. I wasn’t in the mood for class today."

Sebek scowled. He wanted to scold you further—to lecture you on the importance of education, of discipline, of honor—but then… he saw the tired look in your eyes.

His frustration wavered.

"You… were not in the mood?" he repeated, his voice softer now.

You nodded. "I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I just wanted to breathe a little, that’s all."

Sebek stiffened. His grip on his arms tightened. His natural instinct was to demand you push through it—to insist that duty must always come first.

But then… he thought of Lord Malleus. How often had his master been told to put his responsibilities first? How often had he been isolated because of that very thinking?

Sebek hesitated. Then, very slowly, he sat down beside you.

"If you were feeling unwell… you should have informed me." His voice was still gruff, but gentler now. "It is my duty to stand by your side, no matter the circumstance."

You blinked, surprised by the change in his tone. Sebek? Being understanding? That was new.

He cleared his throat. "But! This does NOT mean I condone such behavior!" He huffed, turning away. "If you must rest, then rest properly! Not by… skipping school like some delinquent!"

You smiled. "So, you’re not mad?"

"OF COURSE I AM—!" He caught himself, exhaled sharply, then muttered, "…Just do not make a habit of it."

You giggled. Despite all his dramatic ranting, you could tell he was genuinely worried about you.

And maybe, just maybe… Sebek Zigvolt cared more about your well-being than he let on.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus immediately noticed your absence the moment he stepped into class.

At first, he thought you were simply running late. But as the minutes passed and your seat remained empty, his usual calm began to crack.

"She is not here," he murmured to himself, fingers tapping lightly against his desk.

Lilia, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. "Ah, young love. Worried already?"

Malleus said nothing, but his green eyes darkened.

The moment class ended, he vanished. Not even his retainers could stop him.

—

You were peacefully sitting beneath a willow tree, flipping through a book, when the sky suddenly dimmed.

A chill ran through the air. The once-bright afternoon grew darker, as if the sun itself was hiding.

And then—

"There you are."

Your head snapped up. Standing before you, tall and regal as ever, was Malleus. His emerald gaze bore into yours, unreadable and intense.

"You did not come to class today," he stated. Not a question. A fact.

You swallowed. "I just… needed a break."

Malleus was silent for a long moment. Then, he took slow, deliberate steps forward.

"A break," he repeated softly. "From school… or from me?"

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, Malleus, I—"

Before you could finish, he had closed the distance. He stood so close, his presence towering, consuming.

"Do you understand how worried I was?" His voice was gentle, yet firm. "You disappeared without a word. Do you truly believe I would not seek you out?"

You fumbled for words, guilt creeping into your chest.

"I didn’t think it would be a big deal—"

"You are my beloved."

The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, so absolute—made your breath hitch.

"Everything about you is a 'big deal' to me."

Your heart pounded. You opened your mouth to respond, but Malleus was already sitting beside you, his usual regal demeanor softening.

"If you wished to escape," he murmured, "you need only call for me. I would take you anywhere you desire."

His fingers ghosted over yours.

"But next time, do not disappear on your own. My heart does not take well to such… uncertainty."

A lump formed in your throat. You hadn't meant to worry him—not like this.

You turned, meeting his gaze. "I promise. Next time… I’ll tell you."

His expression eased, and a rare, soft smile graced his lips.

"Good."

And just like that, the sky brightened once more.

Malleus Draconia was no stranger to solitude. But when it came to you…

He would not tolerate being left behind.

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Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

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COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[kanaes-world]

guys even if you’re not filipino please read and reblog!! what china is doing right now to the philippines is not okay!!

[kanaes-world]

HE IS MY FATHER, BUT NEVER CONSIDERED HIS DAUGHTER

summary: would you believe that the outstanding dr. ratio had adopted a teenage daughter? for two years of living together as a daughter and father, never once was there a spark of love and warmth in their shared home and in public. the daughter tried to win her father's attention but it was already caught by an outstanding student. surely, he won't forget about her, right?

pairing: dr. ratio. . . hsr (the reader is included)

genre: angst, adoptive father x adoptive child trope, lack of love from a parent, burdened by academic pressure, visible favoritism, pressured by unrealistic expectations, one-sided affection between father-daughter

note: idk if this will be a short series or not but meh whatever inspiration say, I'll do it

EPISODE 1: FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER

EPISODE 2: COMING SOON!

EPISODE 3: COMING SOON!

[kanaes-world]

I want something about Predator. Please 🥺

Pairing: Predator x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ Summary: "My preety little girl" A/N: Dishan'de it diving me crazy

He's great, so great you're ashamed of him. You feel his closeness, his feelings and what is about to happen in this little shed where you are with him. This adrenaline and this high take you to the edge of what creates depth within you, the quintessential tangibility. You could have touched it. You could touch his reptilian skin, soaked with sweat. Jaws gently nibbled at the skin of the neck and nape. He sat down on the small table and slowly entered you, as gently as he could. He moved calmly, his hands resting on the shelf of old papers that were piled up behind you. He fucked you faster and deeper, as fast as he could. As hard as you wanted. you wanted it. You whispered it softly in his ear as he fucked you hard. Only these four walls witnessed what he did, what he wanted, what he wanted to do to you. And you just nodded. You have brought him to your exaltation. You led him where everything became what you really wanted. Desire. Cleanliness. Fulfillment, and at the same time peace and euphoria. What was in you was also him. Adrenaline coursing through your veins. Rushing blood that carried oxygen to the tissues. Gratitude. And necessity. You were filled with orgasm as he entered you a second time. You were all his, filled to the brim with his semen. You were his happiness. His everything

-I am here for you

-Dishan'de -Yes, my love

-I want you. I want your baby You felt your body fill you up again. You feel his cock digging into your tight pussy and climaxing again, creating a river of non-stop excitement and euphoria inside you. You snuggle into his chest, hugging him.

-My little pretty girl

[kanaes-world]

Please share the lewd interspecies romance.

Okay so mostly I have thoughts over the Octavinelle trio, especially the twins 🫣 but i wrote a lil something for most of them! also this was not meant to be so long idk what happened

[tags] - nsfw, AFAB-implied reader, but written gender-neutral, mentions of ruts/heats, breeding, etc

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

If you really compare humans to the nonhuman population of Twisted Wonderland, there's are some small physiological differences between species. Fae, surprisingly, don't differ from humans all too much. Land dwellers in general don't have anything too significant, though all of nonhuman species retain aspects of their animal counterparts.

Most of Savanaclaw goes through some sort of rut/heat during various times in the year, primarily early spring and summer. There's no logical reason for them to retain that aspect of their mating cycle anymore, not for a sentient species that have skills of logic and reasoning. Unfortunately, they didn't get to choose how their evolution worked, and so they have to deal with it in anyway they can.

They get a lot more irritable, they have throbbing headaches, their abdomen hurts, and the scent of their mate is a lot more enticing than normal. Jack probably has it the worst of them, as a wolf beastmen. Not only does he have to deal with a fever-inducing rut that will put him out of commission for a week, afterwards he has to deal with the a/b/o jokes from his classmates too, oh the horror. It is really a horror though when he's able to bend you over his bed, bite marks aligned your neck and back as his dick pounds into you till his knot swells and locks you in for at least an hour. Jack's incredibly embarrassed afterwards, though he manages to be incredibly sweet even after rearranging your guts. Wolf beastmen are one of the most affectionate partners to have with a reputation providing some of the best aftercare for their species. It's most likely to make up for their week-long copulation, stretching and tiring out their sweet little mates. Ooooh, but they'll so very sweet: cleaning up the sticky mess of fluids between your legs with their tongue, careful to not overstimulate you (unless you ask), tending to the mating mark they placed on the back of your neck with soft kisses and licks, and making sure to prop your lower half up to that your chances of taking their seed increases.

Lacking the annual rut/heat that other variants of beastmen have, lion and hyena beastmen are more similar is this regard, as they don't have the same issue of long copulations as wolf beastmen. Neither will initiate sex, rather they'll rely on their mates to do so. Ruggie, in particular, is rather reluctant initiating sex, as male hyenas are typically more submissive, so if you're shy you'll have to get over it. But once you do, Ruggie is ever so happy to service you if you're happy to give him praise. Run your hands through his hair and ears as he eats you out, he'll let out the cutest whimpers and groans as you do. Just, expect to be jellyboned by the time he's done with you, as a hyena he needs to make sure his mate won't snip back at him and you can't exactly do that if your fucked out. While he may not have the same stamina as Jack for week-long fuck session, he has a particularly short refractory period and can have several short sessions in a single night.

Leona also won't typically initiate sex on his own, it happens very sporadically, and he his the image of the lazy lion. While he never wants to do anything particularly extraneous, who is he to deny you needs? You'll have to do some preparing though, as while the barbs on his dick aren't as bad as they are in his animal variant, they will hurt if you're not wet and pliable enough. Be sure to sit on his face, don't worry you won't suffocate him and it's better you cum a few times first before taking him. Unless you want it to hurt? Once you've cum enough times, you can ride him to your heart's content. He only asks that you don't mention how he rubs his head into the crook of your neck, marking you so that if everyone couldn't tell by the sounds coming from his room, they'd know you're his from his scent. Lions are quite protective with their territory and pride after all.

Merfolk have the most extreme physiological differences between them and...any land dweller really. It comes with the territory of being suited for a completely different environment. They also behave a lot more similarly to their animal counterparts, which can be both delicious and exhausting for their humans.

Moray eels don't have a set time of the year they mate, but rather the water must be warm and plenty of food must be ready to provide to their mate. When the spring time weather above the sea starts transitioning from crisp to blazing, don't be too surprised when the twins start handfeeding you meals and snacks throughout the week, they want to make sure you're happy and full for them, getting you in the mood with a sweet, dizzying underwater dance to initiate until they get the okay from you. What's that 'okay' though? You know that yawning I mentioned before? You'll get your answer from them now, as they take your open mouth yawn as an invitation rather than a sign of tiredness. Floyd, in particular, is ready to drag you into the deep part of the pool before remembering that you need to breathe somehow. Not a problem. He'll keep your pretty head above water. You'll still have trouble breathing as his long tapered tongue worms his way in your mouth. No matter, you'll be gasping for breath as he bullies this cock into your hole, large enough that you can physically feel the bump on your stomach. Morays are awfully fond of wrapping themselves around their mates, seeing as Floyd will do his best to tangle his tail around your body and squeezing you as you squeeze down his dick. He loves the physical contact between you two, and is amused how your nails try to dig into his shoulders seeing as the mucus on his skin makes it near impossible to have a steady grasp. You're completely dependent on Floyd as you drool and cry out for relief from the overstimulation, which is oh so ever exciting.

Jade is equally as cruel when it comes to mating. Unlike the others, merfolk tend to mate with the intention to, well, mate. He prefers you to be soft and pliant for him, as well as wholly depending as you two fuck. So, he'll happily brew you a water-breathing potion so he can actually drag you into the deep, where he found a secluded, warm grotto that will allow him to keep you to himself for hours, but close enough to the surface that he can continuously grab you food to eat between sessions. Not that those sessions will be short either. Like his brother, Jade is content to wrap himself around your body as he cooed honeyed words into your ears about how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding. It's not like he'll have to do much either, his dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you, swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his thick cock continuously pounds into you with a bruising pace. He's so mean!! He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation too, and Jade will continuously scoot down to clean you up with his tongue, only to claim that too much of his seed was gone and he needed to fill you up again for another few hours. He's truly quite incorrigible, especially when he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you. Don't worry, most morays' bites aren't venomous, and even if they are, you have him to care for you. You're going to be depending on him in the water anyway, so there's no need to worry about it too much.

Something that neither probably won't mention, probably because they won't realize it's something you should know, is that they can change their sex under the right conditions. If you're ever so inclined in the future to test the waters out, the twins might be so generous to let you eat them out instead.

Of the trio, Azul's the only one with an established mating season, two actually: one in the late spring and the other in the early fall. Respectively, one during finals and the other during orientation. He's already so incredibly stressed, and he has the need to breed too? Downright atrocious. It's wonderful that you're so kind that he can take refuge in you and use you like a new octopot, so tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him and only him, so that you have the privilege fucking his merform. The moment you're entering the water, he'll unconsciously display mating signals by flashing soft lilacs and blues, a beautiful display of his need for you. He's rather large, even bigger than the twins, in his merform, so you'll need preparation as well; have no fear, his tentacles are wrapping and kneading the squishiest parts of you. I mentioned before that he can taste the salt on your skin and pulse through your wrist via his suckers. He can taste the slick from your walls, too, without even having to use his mouth as the suckers massage you from the inside. If you'd like, he technically could give you a full flavor profile afterward, though he'll probably be a bit mortified to do so. The biggest difference is his dick, or lack thereof. Instead of a dick, Azul has a hectocotylus, which is a modified, slightly shorter arm of his with a thicker spade-shaped tip that he can practically rearrange your guts with, with little effort on his part really. Most octo-mer variants will keep their mate at a distance, eons of instinct hard to forget. Azul's variant, though, will keep you close, almost dancing with you in a sweet, sensual twirl as he places sweet kissing and bites on your neck, arms, and chest. Octopi are, in fact, venomous, however, so you will be feeling a bit of a lustful high, paralyzed, and a bit helpless to the whims of a needy octopus. He's quite good at aftercare though, making sure you get an antidote and handfeeding you calorie-rich snacks to energize you back up (again, he's aware that you won't eat him, but instinct dictates that he keeps you full with both food and cum to make you a happy mate).

*collapses into heap on floor* thoughts....full.....ahahaha breeding kink go burrrrr. i was not meant to write this much and then it escaped me. also i hate tagging

[kanaes-world]

OUR FAIRYTALE ENDING

✡︎ May.09.2023 | 2.3K| Commissioned by @starstruckcaptain

✡︎ Yandere! Kalim A. | Fem!Reader

✡︎ Yandere | Angst | Kidnapping | Stalking | Obsession | Lovesick | Different POVs | Timeskips | Noncon | Smut | Blood | Manipulation | Etc | Proceed with Caution, My Love.

✡︎ Synopsis: It started with a simple fairy tale, the devolved into a obbesassion, the became an illness. One that has no true cure.

| One | Two | Three | Four | Five |

“A true love kiss that seals is binding. Ties to lovers together. No matter the odds.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

The thick pages of the large hard-covered book are heavy in his small hands, placed heavily in his lap, as his wide garnet red eyes dart quickly across the old, yellowed pages, reading the old fading ink. He hears the gentle rustling of wind that dances through wooden wind chimes, creating gentle clattering as he focuses on the pages. Lips a gap in utter awe with the old fairy tale.

The young heir is tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the ancient library, sitting crisscross beneath a dust-covered wooden desk, using a long wax candle, placed upon a golden hand-held candlestick, using the gentle orange flame to light the small corner of where he sat and give him the ability to see. Still dressed in his silk pajamas and barefoot as he sits upon the plush velvet cushion, one that he dragged from his bedroom with the help of his faithful servant and closest friend, Jamil Viper, who has currently disappeared somewhere in the library, though Kalim, knows he’s always near.

He always is.

Yet that isn't what the young heir cares for, not at this moment. He wants to fall in love like the prince in his story does. Who is so kind and sweet, who gives to the poor, who sees the good in everyone. The prince in his tale showers his love in gold and jewels, and dances within sunlit days and cool moonlit nights away. Who holds them close and seals their love with a kiss. Yes, this is what he desires more than anything.

To get married to his own love. To his princess.

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“Shall I have you for all my own! Yes, I shall slay dragons, fight demons, and save you for all you are! Because I love you! And what is stronger than love?"

— Childhood Fairy Tale

“Do you think soulmates exist?”

Kalim walks along the towered wall, arms outstretched as he balances, placing one foot in front of the other, with Jamil by his side, holding the young heir’s belongings as they walk around the large vibrant courtyard, wasting time before Kalim's next school lesson, which is history. One of Kalim's least favorite, since the tutor is quite rude.

The large grassy courtyard is filled with unique plants--ranging from distant flowers, that fill the air with a rich fragrant aroma, and lush green bushes that hid colorful berries, to elegant and giving fruit trees, that Kalim occasionally takes from, filling his stomach with fresh oranges and plums.

“I don't see why they don't exist.” Jamil’s answer is simple, honest—like he hadn't bothered to think about it more than a mere moment, allowing Kalim to indulge in his fantasies, while he focused on making sure Kalim didn't topple off the stone wall and hurt himself. Which he knows Kalim wouldn't care about, wanting to immediately visit the palace doctor, desiring to be spoiled and given a handful of sweet candy for listening so well. Obviously trying to avoid the stern history tutor. While Jamil knows the doctor will send him to be scolded by his parents for being so careless about the young successor's health.

Which is something Jamil would rather avoid.

Charcoal grey eyes occasionally glance over, watching the heir’s feet skip and balance on the wall, occasionally wobbling, which nearly gave the young retainer a heart attack.

“I wonder where my soulmate is! She just has to be thinking about me!”

Not paying attention to Jamil's clear nervousness and annoyance with constantly having to divide his attention, Kalim continues hopping and bounding along the old wall carelessly. White hair shifting in the mild breeze as the loose clothing he wore sways and is pulled by the wind. Earning a delighted laugh from the young successor follows the wind’s pull, carelessly falling off the wall in one fluid motion. Jamil’s face pales as he rushes to the other side, jumping over the fence, still carrying the heavy school bag. Watching Kalim lay on his back, unphased as he lands in plush grass. Staring up at the bright blue sky, arms spread out gaily.

“And when we met Jamil! I'll give her the sweetest kiss! Then we’ll get married!”

Jamil bites his tongue and merely nods in return, gently placing the bag on the ground, taking the moment to sit in the shade of the stone wall, listening to Kalim laugh away. Letting the young heir to the Asim Family have his daydreams. Cause eventually, he will be saddled with reality, a harsh reality.

Even Kalim Al-Asim is not untouchable to the world of arranged marriages.

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“Even in your faults of delusion. I shall cherish you—clear your mind of horrors and love you eternally.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

The pen scratches along the paper, held by a shaky hand that moves across the page, quickly and frantically. Barely aware of what he writes, but knowing he has to write down what he remembers of his dream. A dream so vivid that it seemed real—that it was real. His milky white hair was in complete disarray, with drool decorating the side of his lips, and sweat coating his skin. The cool desert air does little to cool him, as the windows remain open, giving a clear view of the bright full moon that barely illuminates his pages. He can barely see, barely make out the words he writes messily, still in a half-sleep daze, but he needs to remember.

It’s late in the night, and he's awake before either Jamil or any of the other numerous servants checked on him, eager to serve every whim and need. While only the two guards were stationed outside his door possibly awake, but quite unaware of the quiet rambles of the heir, who drew a messy portrait of the woman in his dream. He sits upon the plushness of his bed, with a leather-bound journal in his lap, filled with other dreams of this same woman and stories that were written poorly but stories he adores that speak of you and him.

You have filled his life unlike any other.

Kalim dreamed of a pretty woman with pretty eyes. A woman that loved him, that desired him, heart and soul. That threw herself into his arms and held him so desperately. Cupping his face and whispering over and over and over how much she loved him. How she'd wait forever and ever and ever for him. Those dreams would matter less once they met.

The brain is a cruel thing.

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“If you do not love me, then I accept that your feelings are your own. But I cannot deny mine, my pure feelings of want! I will love you. Forever.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

There’s slight worry in his ways, a slight obsession that fills Kalim, as he turns woman after woman away, only holding eyes for one and giving no other a chance. Holding out for the woman he loves and loves him in return.

Still, kindness is etched into his being, rejecting each in utter honesty, speaking of why he cannot love them. Each woman leaves with nothing but understanding, that leaves with the feeling of rejection... Dull.

Leaves each to hope and to find love in one who's as devoted as he, as Kalim speaks of nothing but his true love. As his presence alone emits such devotion and passion with great fervor that you would think that his love was real.

That all he speaks was truth. That this mysterious woman was real—and she is. To him.

Jamil is the only one aware of the truth, the only one aware that Kalim lives within his own lies—within his own delusions.

Yet he keeps such thoughts to himself.

Allowing the young heir to ramble on and on, to speak endlessly about his beautiful, enchanting lover, to show sketch after sketch and mourn that he could never recreate her beauty, but once he found her, he would know immediately. Jamil says nothing, merely sits, and watches Kalim flip through his journal, page after page filled with nothing but her, her, her.

A Her without a name.

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Night Raven College does nothing to curve his growing obsession. To stomp out this flame that burns and festers within his chest.

"I had another dream."

Jamil tries to keep his placated look, only sharing a brief look behind him, watching garnet eyes look utterly lovesick. Remembering not of his outbursts that follow after he awakes from his dreams—dreams that have Kalim waking up screaming—sobbing his eyes out in pain as if he was being stabbed and ripped apart. Screams that frighten the other dormmates, as their housewarden wakes up covered in sweat, tossing off his blankets and pillows in mass hysteria. While others desperately call and usher Jamil into the room. Who forces the others out as he holds Kalim onto the large bed, forcing his body to go limp from exhaustion. Sobs turning into faint mumbles, silently wailing about how badly he needs them, how he could die from the simple pain of being far from them, and how fate keeps them apart.

"It hurts," he cries, it hurts that he can't be with his love. Eyes fluttering close. After so many years, it's so painful to dream. Nights that force Jamil to remain by his side, forced to console his "friend" who doesn't want kind words but merely wants her.

And in the mornings, it is no better.

With Jamil ushered his heir awake, gently shaking his shoulders, waiting for Kalim to open his eyes—to open his eyes to the waking world. Only for him to throw tantrums, sobbing and begging for Jamil to let him go back. To let him her. "Please, let me see her. Please", Kalim sobs, body limp as Jamil practically drags him from bed.

Kalim wants to spend his days in his fantasy only.

His retainer does well to avoid the topics of love and dreaming, doing well to keep Kalim, for the most occupied with anything else. Leaving no time for Kalim to think about her--you--for a moment.

Yet sometimes this obsession seeps through the cracks. Slipping past the several walls Jamil has built to keep him sane.

Kalim's voice is a whisper amongst the sea of people, walking side by side with Jamil, who carries his and the heir's bag with a tepid look, more focused on navigating through the many students and not be late to their next class. Wanting Kalim to do anything but speak about you.

Kalim doesn't notice his friend's disinterest, used to Jamil's silent air, and far too deep in his mind, far too in love with the idea he has built.

He continues talking.

“But this time it wasn't in the courtyard, but the school gardens.” There’s an optimistic tone in his voice, one that makes Jamil sick. He says nothing, as Kalim walks with a certain breeze in his step as he moves, unconcerned by the weird glances he got as the two glid through the crowd, a delighted smile upon his face. Jamil gives a short hum, letting Kalim know he was somewhat listening, which Kalim believed was highly important. Jamil had to listen, and he had to absolutely like his lover, and care for her as his retainer cares for him.

Which is something Jamil has heard numerous times, from long-time friends to distant guests he was sure that Kalim would never see again. And under any other circumstances, Jamil would give a blunt ‘Absolutely. A friend of yours is a dear friend of mine’, with a deep bow, while easily lying through his teeth with a faux sweet tone, something that Kalim would believe without any worry.

Yet this time, Kalim was serious.

Garnet eyes were unmoving, and lips pressed together, sitting more poised like a ruler--like a king that deserved respect. Kalim was not asking, nor making a random comment nor gesture of goodwill. He was demanding that Jamil swear it--swear upon his oath that he made to Kalim since the day he was born. To vow that he would care for his love.

Forcing Jamil to not see him as an overly innocent man who was hopelessly in love, but as the next heir of the Al-Asim Family who had found his future bride. He, whose word is absolute. And Jamil did, pressing his forehead to the cold marble ground, swearing upon his life to care for her. And after a moment, Kalim was satisfied, returning back to his carefree self a moment later.

“Jamil… She said she was here. Waiting for me to find her.”

Kalim stops, the halls clearing slowly. His gaze stares out into the school courtyard below, standing silently in the open stone halls, wind rustling through his hair as he gathers his thoughts before the large open windows. His hand clutches the ends of his shirt with nothing but a grin.

A chill runs along Jamil’s spine, staring at Kalim with unrevealing eyes, lips pressed together as he gives a firm nod. Inching to move as he watches garnet eyes fill with something unlike him while searching his retainer’s before frowning.

“You don't seem happy—”

“I am.” Jamil’s words are quick, watching the dark look unfamiliar look disappear quickly, his smile automatically returns. Unable to hide his happiness nor remain still, he practically lunges onto his closest friend with a tight hug, squeezing tightly.

“You’ll help me find her…” Kalim speaks, but he follows with a gentle sigh and a headshake, “I know you will.” It’s a command. One that isn't forceful, nor threatening, but an expectation.

Jamil is his servant after all.

“Of course, I will.”

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[kanaes-world]

𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

pairing: Park Ranger!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

concept: Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: yandere!Ari, soft dark Ari, soft!dom!Ari, desire, exhibition (lake smut), body worship, lust, stalking, soft handjob smut, poetic smut - p in v smut, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, Masturbating, obsessive behavior, kisses, orgasms because Ari is Ari, nicknames = Sunshine 

a/n: It's for Synth's Writer's Camp, @syntheticavenger, thank you so much for your guidance and I am always in awe of your storytelling.

This fic is also dedicated to @ lookiamtryingbecause you have been a constant source of support for me, and our silly rants about our men inspired Park Ranger Ari.

gif by the lovely @ lilacevansI adore you and appreciate you making me this gif

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

There is no ribbon to bind me down underwater. I can feel nothing on my body. 

Before running to the water, you glanced around, knowing your nudity. A smile spread across your face as you felt the refreshing sensation on your skin.

Your body glides smoothly over the surface of the water as you dive and slide through it with ease. Swimming through the shimmering waters, you saw swirls of light and ripples of gold encircling you.

Your visit to the lake was a joy because of its vibrant blue color, but also because of the crisp, piney scent in the air.

The waves created an ambient noise.

Your entire head was immersed, and there was no sound reverberating around you. It was a peaceful underwater world, and you needed that serenity. Over the last couple of weeks, there has been chaos, so you decided it was time to find peace and tranquility.

You immediately felt the coolness, flushes, and silkiness of the water as it travelled from your hair to your skin. 

In her art, she is dressed in the warm sunlight that dances on her skin 

Sunlight illuminated the lake where his lady was swimming, glistening like pearls off the water. A mythical mermaid emerges from the water after diving and resurfacing with curves that sparkle across the surface. Your shoulders and nipples pierced the surface of the water. Your hair fanned back as you broke the surface. 

It is a beautiful sight to see. 

All he needs is your touch and closeness.

You glow like a siren in the sun with the light reflecting off your damp skin.

 There is a burning sensation in my body and the water is cleansing for his touch to rekindle his mark on me  

Closing your eyes, you enter a dreamlike world.

There is still a sense of Ari around you. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, and his breath caresses your neck. You feel comforted by the way his strong arms embrace you.

 You can picture how his soft, large hands grasp you. His fingers trace patterns from your elbow to your fingertips as he trails them along your arm. Your fingers are entwined in his, his eyes twinkling as he surrounds them with his thick ones.

Every time the water whispers memories around your body, you feel every touch of his hands as they drift over you, making you tremble and shiver for his touch.

While your eyes were still closed, a light splash landed in the center of the lake. Trees and clouds that framed the lake were distorted as he approached. 

Call of love's siren. 

 You steadied your gaze on the slowly approaching ripples with your right arm grasping your right breast and your elbow covering the left.

 Inhaling deeply and letting go of your tense muscles, you let the air out of your lungs. 

A second splash.

 Ari slapped the water from the same direction even though he was only a few feet away. From the rippled craters in the water, you watched a slow movement gradually creep toward your position while cupping your breasts tenderly. The only thing moving in your body was your breathing. You were paralyzed as the water around you cooled down, sending a shock of silent shivers through your nerve tunnels.

When you opened your eyes and smiled, you saw crystal blue eyes in front of you.

Seeing the sunlight brightening your eyes, he touches your body. You feel the heat of Ari's hands brushing against your skin as the water ripples over your shoulders and encircles your waist. 

“Sweet Sweet Sunshine, I am here to take all the thoughts in your pretty head and make them only about me.”

His mouth is also warm, a softness that draws you in as he nibbles across the arching bow of your upper lip.

My love for you is more than a thousand words.

His hands trace the curves and dips of your silhouette. His hands find your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist. There is a slight twitch in his hips, and there is a small amount of friction that is enjoyable-but not enough to satisfy him. After breaking the kiss, Ari ducks his head and kisses the tops of your breasts as they rise out of the water with your back arching. 

As your hands skim over his forearms and biceps, he feels his pectoral muscles bunch as he cradles you in the water, positioning you according to his taste.

Being in his arms in this beautiful water is freedom.

He stares at your loving gaze as you cup his face and stroke his hair, leaving a trace of water on his cheeks.

Whenever I kiss you, I feel as hot as fire and I will never get tired of your lovely scent.

Taking him hard in your hand, you tease him around your entrance, watching his chest quiver with small breaths. Taking hold of his length, your fingers feel the tingle of hunger as he squeezes impatiently against your hips.

As he steadily moves into your body, you exhale as you gasp for breath, sparking heat and sensation up your spine. Slowly, he presses into you, creating a long, sinuous curve that extends throughout your body. Soft moans followed by ripples of water almost completely obscuring your bodies. 

You can feel Ari's hands everywhere—stroking over your nipples, pressing into your back's dimples, grounding your spirit, encouraging you, and always being there for you. He sucks his lower lip into yours in response to your soft moan. 

Placing your forehead against his, you whisper, "You feel amazing, Ranger," and he nods.

A world of waters awaits Ari and you

With his hands sliding down to the front of his pants, Ari clutches himself through denim. It's like he's there with you, sneaking into the lake and putting his arms around you from behind. It is impossible that he is imagining the way you look at him, the way you did when you checked into the park. 

No, why would you come to his park to undress? It's clear to him that you came for him.

The skin on your body is very soft. He knows that because he felt it when you signed your name on the sign in sheet and your fingers touched. His mind wanders to how it would be to be pressed up against you, bare-chested, nothing but skin and lips, as he has pictured it in his jeep at the nature trails searching for you. 

He groans harder, breathing heavily. The echoes of the forest do little to muffle the moan. He wants badly to feel your thighs around his waist and your arms around his neck, something imagination cannot quite capture: slipping into you. 

His desire to know these things has been long-held, and now he has a sudden image in front of him, accompanied by the knowledge that you are so nearby that he could very easily jump all the rocks and go into the lake with you. The only one who can have you is him.

His hand ceases to knead, and he reluctantly pulls it away.

In spite of his body's cries for stimulation, he forces himself to control those desires. 

Unlike air or land, water can't forget what it travels through. Ari has been with you in water, so you will remain with him.

Tonight is a pleasure to be in, but it isn't now. His love for you can be expressed to him when he comes down to your tent for dinner. That's why you teased him this afternoon, he knows.

His gaze returns to you once more.

You seem at peace. You seem so relaxed. 

During your stay, he will ensure you have the most relaxed experience of your life. Using his body and love, he will relieve your stress.

In the future, you two will be able to tell the kids about your camping adventure.

His pleasure is in the woods, and you will be the wind he welcomes with peace

The words echoed on the breeze, softly, gently, almost too faint to hear. You look around nervously, fingering your knife without thinking. By the full moon, shadows dance between the trees.The fire crackles and sparks fly into the air, a piece of burned wood falling and sending more sparks flying. 

The fire is reflecting in the blue eyes of the ranger as he carries a rope in his hands and is ready to tie you down. He will make sure you both live until the end because you are his pearl of light and you will not swim away from him this time.

In this dark blue night sky, you will be his ride and and journey to every part of this park. because a ranger needs someone to share the beauty of nature with.

His shadow would no longer surround him, but you would be on your knees for him every blue day and night. 

[kanaes-world]

a twisted christmas

the first years surprise a homesick prefect with a recreation of their favorite holiday from their world. well, try to, at least. chaos ensues with the first years at ramshackle, but it’s the thought that truly counts, correct?

feat. ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, and grim twst first years x platonic!gender neutral reader

a christmas special for you all! just first year shenanigans for this one! and very slight cursing lol merry christmas, my loves, and happy holidays <3

“Speed it up, will ya’? They’re literally almost here!”

“Oh, I’d love ta’, Captain Obvious, but I’m currently trying ta’ haul a FREAKING TREE INTO THIS DOOR—”

Amongst the chattering walls of NRC’s beloved Ramshackle dorm, shuffling and bustling sounds of a certain group of first years was heard throughout the campus’s premises. It was quite a busy day for them all, and no student was left without a task at hand. Trees were in need of decorating, cakes were in need of icing, presents were in need of wrapping—even the dorm itself required a great amount of assistance as the first years’ had only increased their workload as more chaos erupted within the antique walls of the prefect’s dorm. The young men had no ill intent, however, numerous miscommunications among them all had accumulated into the incessant shouting and bickering of the first years as the concept of teamwork within the five of them had only become a distant dream as more damages to the dorm room had been made.

“Get Sebek to help you then!” Ace’s already peeved voice pointed towards his rather petite classmate, Epel Felmier, as he watched the boy yank at a small—but still larger than him—apple tree into the dark doorway of the room’s main entrance. Where Epel managed to find a whole tree on such short notice, Ace would never know. It’s better not to question these kinds of things, you know? The playful red-head had assigned Epel this task, and to be fair, as long as they had some sort of tree in the room, Ace really couldn’t care less. Whatever gets the job done, he thought. 

“He’s too busy trying to pipe icing onto the cake in the kitchen,” Epel replied as a matter-of-factly, referring to the Diasomnia student who was currently battling with confections to neatly spread the airy frosting onto a cake.

A booming voice that could send rumbles throughout the whole school was then heard from the dorm’s kitchen area, “I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN, HUMAN—”

“See?”

“Argh.. uh, okay,” Ace sighed in defeat, “Get Jack to help once he’s done adding decorations to the stairway.”

“Gotcha.”

Shaking off his slight worry, Ace then made his way to the dark-haired Heartslabyul resident who was supposedly hanging strings of lights throughout the dorm to illuminate the rooms in an incandescent glow. Although, what he saw when he approached the clueless man left Ace struggling for air as his laughter took all of his capability to breathe at that moment. Sevens, he would surely take this opportunity to embarrass Deuce in the future.

“Deuce,” Ace began as he suppressed a robust giggle at his friend’s odd predicament, “What are you doing tangled up in the lights—?” The young boy couldn’t bring himself to hold it in anymore; this moment was just too perfect. Wires and miniature bulbs alike were draped over Deuce’s figure in an entangled mess, leaving the blue-haired boy to be entirely constrained by the rope-like lights. It seemed like they were decorating him instead of the prefect’s dorm. 

“I was trying to…hang them up.”

“Hang them up on the walls or hang them up on yourself?” Ace teasingly smirked. 

“Oh yeah?” Deuce retorted, questioning the efforts Ace had made in comparison to the amount of work the others had already done compared to him, “Well, what have you been doing to help out around here, Ace?”

“I got dressed,” the playful red-head smiled as he pointed towards the crimson, velvet suit he had put on earlier that day, feigning innocence. With all of the stories you had told them all about the traditions in your world, Ace and the rest of the first years had wasted no time in nonchalantly gaining information on this strange, but admittedly fun, holiday. And out of the information Ace had learned included a magical visit from an odd man wearing a red suit—a suit he attempted in recreating to “make the prefect’s dreams come true” because seriously. There was no way Ace would be stuck with the harder labor within the first years' plans. So, he decided to dress as this mysterious “jolly�� man as a contribution to (Y/n)’s good spirits. Oh, and he also got to make all of his friends wear stupid outfits to match his too. It was a win-win.

“Here, when you’re out of there, put this on,” Ace tossed peculiar pieces of red and green clothes in Deuce’s way as Deuce struggled to catch it, seemingly forgetting he had been tied up by incredible knots of string lights. The fabric then dropped to the ground with a resounding thud on the creaking floors of the room as the blue-haired young man pointed an unknowing stare towards it. 

Looking up to his friend in confusion, Deuce curiously asked, “What is it?”

“It’s an elf costume.”

“HUH?!” Deuce deadpanned at the cheap-looking outfit set before him, “Why an elf costume of all things?”

“Because Sebek and Jack are already wearing reindeer outfits, I am wearing this jolly old man suit, and you are wearing this elf costume. Why?” Ace asked as he continued to poke fun at the dark-haired boy in front of him, “Scared of a little outfit, Deuce?”

“What are you even talking about, Ace, of course not—”

“Good!” the red-head then hastily replied, “Because Epel’s gonna join you in wearing these super cool elf outfits too—”

“I’M WHAT???” a shrill holler coming from the dorm’s main lounge then pierced the ears of the Adeuce duo as familiar lavender locks approached the two of them in an instant. Fury radiated from the petite stature, his cheeks a slight tint of red from anger, his irritation rivaling the blazing fire of the fireplace a couple steps away from him, all while the boy’s very composure dissipated as a thick accent began to peek out of the first year’s once elegant voice. “Ah’ am nuh’ puttin’ that on—” Epel said as he gave the odd outfit a putrid glare.

“Yes, you are~” Ace began to say with mischievous intent, “C’mon~, you’ll look so ador—”

“DON’T even say it.”

“Adora—”

“Ace.”

“Adorable,” the ginger-haired boy said with incredible speed to avoid the inevitable objections of his Pomefiore friend and practically ran to make his way out of the dorm’s lounge, on his way to where their beastman companion had been. Almost out of breath, Ace jogged up to the wolf-like man who was, at the moment, entwining royal green branches around the dorm’s stairwells and extensive hallways. 

“Wow,” Ace began catching his breath, gawking at the work that was surprisingly done well, “you actually did a really good job at this, Jack.”

“Well, for one, I don’t slack off and push the work onto other people, Ace,” Jack replied with a hint of bitterness towards the Heartslabyul first year, “And also, I actually work hard in the tasks people give me.”

The red-head in question then feigned sadness as he clutched the area on his chest where his heart would be, “Ouch, you wound me, Jack.”

“CHOP CHOP, SLOWPOKES! (Y/N)’S COMING—” 

Suddenly, a familiar raspy holler that could only belong to none other than Grim interrupted Ace’s conversation with Jack as the feline shouted across Ramshackle, bringing all five of the first years to a tremendous panic as they scrambled throughout the creaking rooms of the dorm. Last minute decorations were added to the dancing fireplace, wrapping paper was messily flung above the first years’ heads, final touches to the cake were made, tinsel was thrown onto their tree like confetti, and the last of the lights had been hung over the lounge’s fireplace. The jittery group of friends had been skipping all over the place, with their bickering a constant throughout the time.

“What?! Grim, I thought we told you to keep them outta here—”

“I tried!” the exasperated cat whined at Ace, “but they were getting too suspicious of me when I kept on stoppin’ them from going to Ramshackle!” The group of first years then sighed at this; they would have to make do with what they had prepared now. 

“Epel, come back here!” Deuce yelled from the top of the dorm’s stairs, “You still have to put this hat on!”

“I put on the outfit, but I am NOT wearing that hat—!”

“But—”

“No!”

Ace, although very amused, gaped at the havoc before him. Deuce had been running after a feral Epel, Grim had found his way towards the shining presents under the tree—aggressively rattling each one to guess what had been inside—, and Sebek had been seen still struggling to ice small little swirls onto the cake. Jack was probably somewhere away from all of the disorder, but still. This whole ordeal was absolutely uncontrollable. 

“I MUST REQUIRE SOME ASSISTANCE—” Sebek shouted as he approached where Ace, Deuce, and Epel had been, with his hands, head, hair, and clothes covered in multitudes of colorful frosting, “I BELIEVE THE PIPING BAG WAS FAR TOO WEAK TO FUNCTION PROPERLY.”

Epel stopped in his tracks as he deadpanned at the Diasomnia boy, “No, I think you just squeezed the bag too hard and it exploded on you while icing the cake.”

“Same prospect!!”

The yelling then continued as they all attempted to neatly mend the mess they all had made. Epel, who had dejectedly taken the hat Deuce had been pushing him to wear, tried to help Sebek in cleaning up the disaster he caused in the kitchen, Deuce pried Grim away from the ornaments of the tree, Jack was seen picking up stray tree branches off of the ground, as Ace also tried to help everyone out with—

“Uh, guys?” a wary figure who was heard walking up to Ramshackle’s doorway spoke with confusion as they processed what had been taking place at their dorm, “What’s going on—?”

“Merry Christmas!”

“Happy Christmas!”

“An above average holiday to you, human!!”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/n).”

“Merry… Thanksgiving…?”

“Yada yada, merry Christmas, henchman!” 

Various voices of your friends said in unison as they all halted in their steps and stopped to greet you in your arrival back home. You peered at the festive—although quite messy—sight before you, “Wha..what is all of this?”

Epel shot you a bright smile as you continued to venture throughout the room, “We’re celebrating Christmas! Just like in your world!”

You felt your heart soften at your friends’ gestures. So this is why Grim had insisted on taking a walk around NRC instead of going home to eat the tuna they had bought earlier that day. They were all trying to surprise me, you warmly thought. 

“Wait,” an odd tree adorned with figures, ornaments, sparkles, and presents had caught your eye, “Is that an apple tree?” Jack trailed his own eyes to where you had been staring at, “Oh yeah, we couldn’t find an actual evergreen tree like the ones you told about in the stories of your world, so we just asked Epel’s grandparents if we could use a tree of theirs that hasn’t really grown yet.”

“Smart,” you replied at their improvising solutions. You never hear of anyone using an apple tree as a Christmas tree, but there was a first time for everything.

At least it’s not a shabby Charlie Brown Christmas tree, you giggled in your mind. 

“Yeah!” Deuce interjected your thoughts as the bells on his elf hat had jingled with each movement he made, “And I put up all of the lights, Sebek was in charge of all of the food, and Ace made us wear these surprisingly comfortable costumes—”

“Hold up,” you hastily interrupted the dark-haired boy, “Do you guys smell that?”

Ace looked up to smell the strange scent filling the dorm’s atmosphere, “It smells like smoke.”

“And fire,” Jack scrunched up his sensitive nose in retaliation, “Who was in charge of baking the cookies, again?”

“Sebek.”

“...”

All stares were pointed towards the green-haired boy in question as he felt everyone’s worrisome glances send slight chills to his skin, “What? I prepared the pastries just like how Master Lilia would.”

“How long did you put the cookies in the oven for, Sebek?” Grim tiredly asked.

“About five hours.”

“FIRE! THERE’S FIRE IN THE KITCHEN!” a shrill scream belonging to the ghosts of Ramshackle pierced the ears of all seven of the NRC first years as they all stood in shock at Sebek’s culinary skills.

“HURRY! GET (Y/N)!”

“Oh shit—”

a/n: aww sebek baked the cookies just like how lilia likes them~ burnt, toasty, and with little flames disintegrating decorating them <3

[kanaes-world]

I need someone to look after my genshin acc until I come back, since I don't any electricity for the past month or 2. If anyone is interested please don't hesitate to comment. (and I hope I can count on you to not like steal it). Plz help me:'D

[kanaes-world]

The Princess of Briar Valley

COMMISSION PIECE

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Word Count (Ao3): 4.2k+

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art by Nemuritaa on Twitter

This is a commission piece I've been working on!! This one will be much longer than the other commission piece I received so I'm very happy to be sharing the first chapter with you all!! This is featuring a much darker tone to the relationship between Malleus and our dear Fem!Reader!! Hopefully she'll be okay... The first chapter will be here on Tumblr, but the rest of the series will be posted exclusively on Ao3 with permission from the one who bought said commission!!

Tags: Yandere!Malleus/Size Difference/Pheremones

You laid facing the ceiling in the rickety bed of your dorm room as Grim sat nearby with a scowl on his face. “This doesn’t make any sense…” He trailed off as your eyes grazed across the papers you were both given from Professor Trein. Because you were a magicalless student and exams were upcoming, you wouldn’t actually get to participate. And with Grim falling behind on his end of your grades Professor Trein decided to give you a different kind of exam. You were both tasked to complete reports on The Great Seven and their individual history. However for this assignment, you and Grim had separate dorms you would be staying in. Grim was assigned to stay with Vil Schoenheit in Pomfiore while you… You would be staying with Malleus Draconia in Diasomnia. “Well, Professor Trein told me he believes that I’m the only one actually doing our assignments.” You reminded and looked through the papers for when you were supposed to be joining the dorm. You were given a total of three weeks to complete the report and write about what you had learned while experiencing the dorm life offered. “So why am I the one gettin’ dolled up?! You should be the one with make-up slapped on your face!” Grim snapped, angry with how such a shuffle of papers would be leading him off to a fate encased with hard working ideations. It was comical. “A magicalless human… Goin’ off to live life with one of the most powerful sorcerers.” Grim was displeased by the turn of events and even sounded as if he had been cheated somehow. Again, the shuffle of papers designated such fate to the both of you. 

Thankfully there were plenty of helpful faces in Diasomnia you were sure would help you out. Lilia was both kind and wise, excelling in magic and helping to ease your anxieties during exams. Silver was quiet and reserved, so you were sure he wouldn’t cause any problems for you during your stay. Sebek… Well, maybe you would have to avoid him for the three weeks you remain in the dorm… Malleus… Surely he would be happy to have you staying in Diasomnia. With all of his late night visits by the Ramshackle Dorm, checking in on you, taking late night walks while Grim sleeps, even inviting him into the dorm to eat with you while Grim was away. He didn’t seem too fond of your furry friend being around you, so he only came by when Grim was unavailable. You found it bizarre but you weren’t the type to pry. 

You helped Grim pack his finest ribbon since you would be heading off to your new respective Dorm’s tomorrow morning to begin life according to their schedules. “Why can’t we just trade?! This stinks!” He complained once more as you shoved your pj’s into a dufflebag, it was almost as if you were attending an educational slumber party. “Grim, the less you complain, the easier your report will be.” You gently assured him that with the lack of complaining, he would easily get through the three weeks with no problems at all. “You’ve seen Vil and how horrible he is!” He complained some more and you could only roll your eyes now, tucking a notebook and pencil box into the bag. You didn’t exactly want to spend three weeks prim, proper, and prodded at either. “Hush already.” You grumbled and tugged on the metal zipper to keep your bag shut. You had prepared your outfit for the journey first thing tomorrow morning. You were sour that a perfectly good Saturday would be taken for the sake of school. But at least this way you could settle into the dorm much easier without the pressure of running around lost on Monday. 

You placed your bag beside your bed and set an alarm on your phone to be sure you and Grim were bright and early. You wanted to make great first impressions! You flicked off the light and climbed under your covers with a soft sigh as the furry beast curled up beside you with a yawn. “If anything happens… Just come runnin’. I’ll save ya… Forget Vil Somethinheit…” Grim grumbled tiredly as a smile spread onto your face. You could picture him in a small suit of armor and a silver sword, attempting to charge into Diasomnia head first as Vil dramatically chased after him. “Just relax Grim…” You whispered with a snort and pulled him closer, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the tendrils of exhaustion pulling you into unconsciousness. 

=+<3+=

You slipped your yellow sweatshirt over your head and smoothed out your black skirt over your thighs. Your mixmatched socks playfully complimented your plain white shoes as you awaited Grim at the door. He was frowning and adjusting his ribbon as he scowled up at you. “Really… six? We had to wake up at six?” He growled and you nodded and only offered Grim a cheeky smile in response. After saying goodbye to the ghosts and politely requesting that they keep the place dusted while you both were away, you slung your bag over your shoulder and trekked towards the Hall of Mirrors. The soft soil and small rocks crunched under your sneakers as you adjusted your duffle bag against you. Grim was still pouting as you slipped through the mirror, stepping into the empty hall with a quiet exhale. 

Three weeks.

Your report was due in three weeks, so no funny business. 

Grim wrapped his paws around your leg and bumped his head against your calf as you attempted to usher him towards Pomfiore. “Vil isn’t that bad Grim, really, he treats Epel very well even if his teachings seem rough. He’s a very hardworker, and you could seriously learn from him.” You spoke with a soft tone, while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Grim seemed to be pouting as he pressed his pugey body against you with a growl. “It really ain’t fair that someone who can’t produce a lick of magic gets to hang around a bunch of big shot sorcerers.” He scoffed and you could feel yourself growing increasingly ornery from his complaints. It always boils down to the fact you don’t have a single magical bone in your body and that he was always far more deserving than you were. “Enough Grim. If I was in control of where I was going I would’ve picked Scarabia.” You sighed with annoyance and lifted your leg out of Grim’s grasp. Kalim was kind and everyday was a party. So the only person to actually keep you on track during your report would be Jamil. But then Grim would complain about the food you got to eat during your stay. 

You just can’t win with him. 

After a few huffs and encouraging words Grim stood before the mirror to Pomfiore, waved his furry paws at you as he passed through the magical glass. And now you were alone in the desolate hall. 

You felt anxious now as your shoes squeaked against the polished floors and you glanced into the mirror. The large gothic structure looked more like an evil villain's castle compared to the dorm on a college campus. The mirror was held up by large stone wings, curved around the magical glass to hold it into place and small ropes of sharp stone thorns were sprouting out of the ground to snake around the base. It was so pretty, if only the Ramshackle dorm had a mirror as nice as this. You took a deep breath and stepped through the glass, exhaling as you were stunned by the chill of freezing air and sprinkling rain. It was early in the morning and the cold was just too much. You cursed your decision to wear a skirt as you ran down the path to Diasomnia, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the droplets of icy rain from your eyes as you tightened your grip on your duffel bag. Your shoes splashed through muddy puddles as you crossed the stone bridge, praying silently to the Great Seven watching over you that you wouldn’t slip and fall and end up covered in mud. You didn’t have time to change and you were so close. There was the soft pound of thunder in the sky as you wished your legs would carry you faster through the storm.

You reached the large entrance to the castle-styled structure, wiping your face from the sprinkling rain that seemed to become heavier and heavier with each passing minute you remained outside. You took the chance to collect your breaths, shivering from the chilling rain that soaked through your clothes and deep into the marrow of your bones. You sniffled and snapped your head towards the now opening door. Your eyes widened as you took a step forward, rain dripping from the curling tips of your hair. Towering over you was Malleus Draconia. His sharp eyes glanced over your shivering body as he reached out a gloved hand to push your rain soaked hair away from your eyes. “My dear Child of Man… You came much earlier than expected. And look at you,” He sighed as his brows upturned, now cupping your chin. Your breath hitched as the large man began tilting your head around to look you over. His thumb swiped over your lower lip as he scanned you over with loving eyes. “Poor thing… You should’ve waited for me to fetch you. It always rains early in the morning here.” He pulled his hand away with a sigh and a gentle smile, and you almost reached out to grab him by the wrist. You were craving his warm touch to escape the chill of the rain. The gentle way he treated you reminded you how lonely for contact you were here on campus. 

“Come in.” He beckoned and stepped back into the large castle, his gloved hand waving you inside. You felt hypnotized by the lime green gaze as you followed after him, your shoes squeaked against the floors as you broke your gaze away from the fae to instead take in your surroundings. The large door closed behind you as you looked around the den of Diasomnia. It was dark, illuminated by green flamed candles melting on metal holders. “Not many are early risers here, so it’s just us for now. I’m so glad you came to stay here in Diasomnia. I always come to visit you… But I was wondering when the sentiment would be returned.” He smiled, almost teasing you for not reaching out to him for an early morning walk in his castle. 

You looked away shyly while hugging the strap to your duffel bag. “Oh Malleus, if I ever made plans like that Grim would beg to come along.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the inviting idea. Grim was the friend who tagged along on ‘dates’ even if they weren’t invited. Malleus seemed to smile with amusement, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. “It’s as if he’s your guardian. It must’ve been hard to get here alone.” He purred and reached out to place his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them lightly as you craned your head up to meet his eyes once again. It was as if you were under a spell, his bright glowing eyes made you feel as if you were putty in his palms. “No, it’s more like I’m his babysitter. He just likes to tag along. He’s clingy.” You corrected as you felt your face grow warm. You never noticed how tall Malleus was now that you were standing in front of him like this. On your late night walks you walked beside one another. Of course you almost snapped your neck each time you looked up at him but now that he’s touching you. It was drastically different. 

Being dwarfed by the dragon caused a fire to light deep in your stomach. You were here in a dorm with him for three whole weeks. The only interruptions between you and Malleus becoming closer would be Sebek and Lilia… Silver possibly… The dragon leaned in, blinking at you as he gave your shoulders another gentle squeeze. “My dear? Are you alright? … I was told it’s not very polite to just stare.” He hummed as you blinked and looked away, your drying palms grabbed at his forearms and you looked at how small your hands looked against him. Was Malleus always this large? “Right! Sorry… It’s just early.” You made up the excuse as the prince nodded in understanding, pulling his hands away once again only to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 

There was a soft crackle of static that caused you to flinch as it snapped against your temple. “Allow me to give you a tour of Diasomnia since it’s so early. No one to intrude.” He offered sweetly with a tilt of his head and pulled his hand away. You nodded, holding onto your duffel bag as Malleus turned and began walking, pointing out a few paintings to start your tour. You reached up towards your ear where you felt the feeling of electricity and frowned. 

What was that? Did you guys make an electric charge? It probably isn’t a big deal. 

Something deep in the back of your mind felt like the little shock you were given was actually intentional, but even if it was… What could you do? If Malleus truly wanted to hurt you, he was big enough to crush you with his gloved hands. He could turn you into a worm so easily. If something so insignificant as a bit of static was meant to be done then you should already be turned into a small stone or something of such a powerful sorcerer’s caliber. 

Now you were just overthinking. 

You shook the thoughts out of your head and kept close to Malleus as he lead you through the gothic dorm. His pace was slow to allow your much shorter legs to keep up. You were entranced by the soft click of his heels against the freezing tiled floors as your hand reached out to grab onto his cape. Your still rain soaked body was starting to feel a bit sluggish and you needed help to keep up the steady the pace of your walk. Usually he moved at a snails pace during his nightly walks with you at his side, but since you’re staying in Diasomnia there must be a strict schedule to follow with his increased pace. You were thankful that Malleus was up early to give you a tour before you started your report. “Have you heard the story of Sleeping Beauty?” He asked suddenly as you passed a large painting trimmed in silver thorns, a woman dressed in black gazed out of a tall tower as a sea of winding thorns was right below. In the corner was a small metal plaque reading ‘Isolation’ and it was painted by someone named “Les Clark”. “Um, I think I understand the gist of it. The book in the library had such flowery words it was hard to focus.” You giggled, noticing a sudden fatigue washing over you as you continued following after the large fae man, trailing up a set of tiled stairs. “Is that so? Well, the tale is a bit tragic. She was cursed to die when she turned sixteen, until a fairy saved her from death, instead she would fall into a deep slumber along with the rest of the kingdom… The princess was so fragile that just pricking her finger on a spinning wheel is what would have killed her had the fairy not spared her. And during her sleep, unfortunately became pregnant with the kings child against her will.” His tone was melancholy, as if he felt sorry for the fairytale princess who sounded like quite the airhead in your opinion. You started to frown, tugging gently on his cape with a small yawn. You felt him straighten up as he craned his head back to look at you. 

His lime green eyes seemed to be scanning over you as your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. 

Why were you so exhausted? Is it because the dorm is freezing? No… This was far more intense. This was some sort of spell.

“Now, now…” Malleus cooed and turned to face you as his cape slipped through your fingers like blackened water. “Please don’t fight it, there’s a reason I’m doing this.” He cooed gently as you leaned into his figure, your frown returning as your eyebrows knit together. You couldn’t comprehend what the fae man was attempting to say. A large hand rubbed over your back as your body relaxed, your knees felt as if they were trembling and melting like butter. “After spending so much time with you… I realized how similar you are to the legendary princess. The story…” You could hear Malleus’ voice whispering to you as you suddenly found yourself weightless, your duffel bag was taken away and you were resting against something firm and warm with a strong arm wrapped around you and tucked under your butt. You flinched as something warm brushed over the sensitive skin of your ear. Malleus’ long bangs tickled your face and you attempted to turn your head as a form of fleeing without actually moving. 

You felt too exhausted to actually move. 

“You must be freezing still… Why don’t we get you into the bath?” He whispered.

Yeah… The bath…

The rest of the series will be on my Ao3!! I hope you all enjoy the Malleus content because I sure as hell will <3

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Zhongli/Morax/Rex Lapis

“ 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴”

Dragon Ver.

Oneshots/Drabbles

To Be Added…

Series

To Be Added…

Others (Lore, Theories, Build, Etc)

To Be Added…

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i’m free friday night 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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AHHHHH I ALWAYS WANTED AZUL!!

MY OCTO-TWERP BABY♥️♥️

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AHHHHHHHHHHH AZUL IS I ALWAYS WANTED😭😭

THANK YOUU!!!

(I accidentally close my phone while i screenshot HAHHAHAHAH)