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puppy-the-mask · 17 days ago

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Cuddling with the 3rd Years Headcannons

☆Content: third years x gn!reader, fluff, established relationships

w/c: 3.1K (average 300 words each)

a/n: I actually had this in my drafts for over a month, but I was waiting for Leona’s sleepwear card to drop lol

cater diamond

Cater is such a cuddly boyfriend who loves all things physical touch. He just loves holding you in his arms while laying in the bed together and is the king of posting pictures of your intimate moments on magicam with cheesy captions like #lazysunday or #cuddleswithbae

Can be a little handsy at times. Cater is unashamed to admit it. Especially if you’re not paying enough attention to him, his wandering hands take it upon themselves to explore your body until you playfully scold him

Cater wore an annoyed look on his face. One you didn’t even notice from the way you were completely engrossed in the show on your phone. For the last half hour you hadn’t paid him any mind, and it was starting to annoy him.

“Y/n~” the ginger haired male whined. “I’m in dire need of your attention right now or I’ll die from neglect.”

His dramatization makes you laugh. “Just one more episode Cay, then I’m done.”

Huffing in annoyance, Cater buried his face into the crook of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. He inhaled contentedly. The scent of your shampoo relaxes him even more. His arms wrapped tighter around your midsection to keep you closer. When you still didn’t look up from your show, he frowned.

Fine. Cater would take matters into his own hands.

You immediately flinched at the cold feeling of Cater’s fingers on your skin. He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. His hands trace up and down your sides, fluttering teasing at first before Cater begins to full blown tickle you.

Your laughter fills the room much to his delight. You try to squirm out of his grasp with no avail, accidentally kicking some of the pillows off the bed. “Stop, Cay your hands are cold!” You manage to wheeze out through your laughs. Now, your stomach was beginning to hurt.

“Not until you give a kiss first and tell me how amazing I am,” Cater insisted.

“Okay! Okay! I yield.” You’re finally freed from your boyfriend’s torture, rolling over to face him with a playful glare. Cater smiles, waiting expectantly for his kiss which you deliver. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”

Cater’s grins only widens. “Only when it comes to you.”

trey clover

No one can convince me that this man isn’t just a giant teddy bear. He’s such a gentle cuddler that’s equal parts big spoon and little spoon. Do you want him to hold you? He does so with tenderness and love. Want to cling to him like a koala? Go for it.

One of his favorite things though is to wake up with you in his arms. You just fit so perfectly against him and there’s nothing better than being able to have you at his side each morning.

As the sun peeks through the curtains, the light makes Trey stir, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He turns on his side, facing away from the window, in hopes that sleep would reclaim him for a few extra minutes. Sleepily, he feels around the bed before finding what he’s looking for, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and pulling you back against his chest.

You groan a bit in your sleep, shifting around to face him so that you could nuzzle against his neck, your legs intertwining together with the messy sheets. Trey’s scent leaves you content and cozy. He always smells good to begin with.

“What time is it?” Trey mumbles, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual from the drowsiness. He presses lazy kisses across your cheek and jaw, oddly clingy yet very gentle in the way he touches you.

“Dunno,” you yawn. “Don’t you have to help with the preparations for the unbirthday party today?”

“Right…”

Trey reaches over you to the dresser so that he could grab his glasses. His vision starts to clear once he puts them on, finding it a welcome sight to see you cuddled up against him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trey presses a kiss to your temple.

“Do you have to get up now?” You whine. “You’re so warm.”

Trey laughed. “Unfortunately, I do have duties to attend to.”

You tightened your hold around him before giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Just five more minutes in bed? Please?”

That was all it took to break Trey’s usually so unwavering resolve. How could he say no to you? After all, five more minutes with you in his arms didn’t sound all that bad.

leona kingscholar

King of naps and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’re not tired. If he wants to lay down and close his eyes for a few hours, you’re joining him whether you want to or not

Is a very protective cuddler. The kind to keep you close with a lazy arm around your waist. If you stray too far or act like you’re going to get out of bed, he wakes up to ask where you’re going. Leona is not letting you out of his sight.

The sound of your phone vibrating makes you stir awake. You groggily feel around for it, shutting the alarm off by pressing the button, before trying to close your eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. Moments later, your second alarm goes off which makes you sigh in defeat.

After turning off the alarm, you try to sit up so that you could begin getting ready for your next class. Only…you can’t. A firm arm’s wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on to someone’s chest. No amount of wiggling allowed you to break free.

“Leona~let me go,” you complain. “I have to get ready for my next class.”

“Just skip,” the man beneath you grumbles, his voice husky from exhaustion. Leona’s arm tightens around you when you try to move. His tail wraps itself around you calf, tickling your skin. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, Leona lets out a content, almost purr-like sigh.

You sigh exasperatedly as you’re completely stuck in his hold. As comfortable as you were, you really did have to get up.

“You can’t afford to skip anymore classes either mister,” you say. “And, we’ll be late if we don’t get ready.” Leona grunts in response, still making no effort to move. You manage to turn around to face him. Placing a teasing kiss against his jaw, you add, “if you get up and go to class, I’ll clear my schedule so that we can nap together all weekend.”

“Fine.”

A few moments pass before reluctantly, the lion sits up, yawning tiredly. You follow suit and stretch out the aches in your arms, but before you could get out of the bed, Leona steals a kiss which catches you off guard.

“I hope you know, that I plan to keep you all to myself this weekend, herbivore,” Leona mused. A playful smirk spread across his face. “And I don’t plan on letting you go.”

vil schoenheit

He’s more of a casual cuddler. The kind that has you tucked against his arm while watching a movie type. He keeps one hand free to access his phone while the other will absentmindedly trace circles down your back that eventually lulls you to sleep.

In public he’s not a big fan of PDA, so when you finally have some alone time with you out of the limelight does he shower you with physical affection. And don’t even think about trying to escape

Vil emerges from the bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed. After a long day of filming and back to back shoots, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just get in the bed and wind down for the evening.

You were already in your shared bed, tucked under the covers in your silky pajamas (that matched Vil's) with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in your lap. Vil frowned.

"Really? You know having that much oil before bed will make your skin break out," Vil scoffed as he pulled back the blankets to slide in the bed next to you.

"I know, but we can't watch a movie without popcorn!" You retort, smiling at him.

Vil suppressed his own smile behind an eye roll. "You're just going to fall asleep within the first thirty minutes."

"Will not!"

"If you say so."

Tucking you under his arm, Vil pulled you close against his side before using the remote to turn on a movie. You had picked the film for the night, choosing one Vil himself had starred in with Neige Leblanche (Much to his dismay), but you had insisted it was because you enjoyed Vil's performance the best in this particular movie.

Resting your head on Vil's shoulder, you sunk further into his embrace. A few handfuls of popcorn and twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep, exactly how Vil predicted.

"You didn't even put a dent in the popcorn," Vil sighed. He set the bowl on the night stand before carefully moving to tuck you under the covers. Your hand shot out to grab his arm.

"Don't go," you mumbled in your sleep.

Vil smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it." He laid down beside you, holding you in his arms as he slowly drifted off.

rook hunt

A true romantic that will sweep you off your feet. Literally. He likes to surprise you with his affections, picking you up from behind when you least expect it and stealing kisses when you’re caught off guard

He does this in public too. He’s not shy about PDA and letting the world know how much he loves you. But of course, if it makes you uncomfortable he’ll refrain. But when it’s just the two of you, Rook loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

You were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine to get ready for bed. Rook had been a gentleman in running you a warm bath to unwind. After thoroughly relaxing, you applied your usual skin and hair care before rubbing your body down with your favorite lotions and scrubs.

While bending down to put your items away under the sink cabinet, you don't notice your partner enter the bathroom. Suddenly, Rook's behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift and spin you around. A startled squeal leaves your lips, before you begin laughing.

"Rook! Don't do that! You're going to make me have a heart attack."

"Sorry mon amour! I cannot help myself when you look très belle in the pajamas I got you," Rook apologizes with a smile. "Ah! And I see you used the new lotions as well. Might I say the fragrance is absolutely delightful."

"It's kind of hard not to want to use them when I come home to find the most romantic bath waiting for me with a basket full of more roses and toiletries one could use in a lifetime," you say knowingly.

You knew it had to have been Rook who left the giant basket of all the new skin care products, essential oils, lotions, and scented fragrances you used on the bed. There was so much stuff that you couldn't possibly use them up any time soon, which made the basket insanely heavy. But, the sentiment was so endearing that it made your heart flutter.

"I just merely want ma belle to have the best to be able to relax after a long day of hard work." Rook placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Well, hurry up and shower so I can finish my long day in your arms," you tease. "You're not allowed in the bed until you take your outside clothes off."

"If that's what ma belle wants, ma belle shall receive."

idia shroud

Physical touch makes his brain short circuit, so you have to ease him into it. You have to initiate in the beginning, taking it upon yourself to wrap your arms around him while you’re laying in bed. Idia awkwardly at first doesn’t know whether to hold you back or leave you be

Eventually, his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable being the big spoon. One of the most comfortable positions for him is to have you in his lap, laying back against his chest with his arms around your waist while the two of you play video games together

"Dammit!" You swear, throwing the controller across the bed. "Why is this level so stupidly hard!?" This was the fourth time in a row you had died in the game, and you were beyond frustrated at this point. You hadn't even made much progress, getting killed over and over at the same opponent.

"What level are you on?" Idia asks, not looking up from his computer where he had been playing a similar game to the one you played on the console.

"Level 13," you sigh. "The stupid bird thing keeps spitting out fire, and I can't avoid it in time without running into the turtle."

Idia spins his chair slightly to face the T.V. He holds his hand out for the controller which you place in his palm. Restarting the level, he begins to walk you through it. "When you get to this point, you have to hit this box here. It'll give you this power up to be able to take out the first enemy. It only last 10 seconds though, so you have to move quick."

Once he moves the character to a safe location after demonstrating what to do, Idia hands you back the controller. You take it from him then climb into his lap. His hair turns a brilliant shade of pink as you make yourself comfortable.

"W-what are you-"

"Shh! I have to focus, and I need you for emotional support."

You take it upon yourself to wrap Idia's arms around your waist. Hesitantly, he holds you a bit awkwardly. Not too tight, but not secure enough for your liking. So you lean back into his chest. Eventually, Idia relaxes a bit and hugs you close, hoping you can't feel the erratic beat of his heart through his sweatshirt.

Five seconds later, you die in the game. "DAMMIT!"

Sighing, Idia takes the controller from you. With his arms still around you, he takes over and flies through the level with ease, you encouragingly yelling for him to kill the bad guys.

"Did you plot this all along?" He mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.

You maintain an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

lilia vanrouge

A chaotic cuddler. You never know if he’s going to be a gentle big spoon and give you royalty like treatment or wrestle you into the blankets. It stresses you out, cause you could be chilling out, watching a show when he decides to initiate a tickle fight.

Although he tends to be playful, he is very comforting when and if you need it. If you have a bad day, you can always count on Lilia to cheer you up by showering you will all the affection you need.

The day had sucked.

It was just one bad thing after the other. You overslept through your alarm. You failed your history test. Then an accident in Alchemy resulted in your uniform being soaked. Needless to say, you were over the day.

Even though it was still relatively early, you went back to the dorm, showered, and put on your pajamas. Putting your phone on DND, you then got in the bed and promptly passed out.

Hours later, when you wake, dusk has crept across the sky casting its orange hue through the window. You feel small circles around your back, realizing someone was gently tracing them while you slept. Groggily, you begin to sit up.

“Oh, dearie, you’re awake,” Lilia says, closing the book he had been reading. You squint, trying to make sense of his presence. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. You weren’t answering your phone, so I was worried something happened. Imagine my surprise to find you all ready for bed at three o’clock in the afternoon.”

You let out a tired sigh and lay back down into Lilia’s arms. He resumes tracing random circles across your back, the soothing sensation nearly lulling you back to sleep.

“It was a long day,” you say.

“I figured. Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Later. I just want you to hold me right now.”

“That, I can do, and you don’t even have to ask.”

malleus draconia

Literally loves the intimacy that comes with cuddling. He loves being physically close to you in such a casual manner and cares more about you being comfortable. Do you need him to move his arm? Do you want to lay on his shoulder? He's happy to accommodate to your needs.

Secretly enjoys being the little spoon. Malleus loves it when you hang on to him, even if you happen to be smaller than he is. He finds it endearing, and something about you not wanting to let him go fills his chest with adoration.

Malleus watched your movements curiously.

You had instructed him not to move then proceeded to straddle his waist. It caught him off guard, the level of boldness, but followed directions and let you do what you wanted. You spent the last few minutes messing with his hair, looking intently focused on what you were doing.

“Okay done!” You finally announce. You had braided Malleus’s hair back into a French braid, looking quite proud of your work. His hair was so soft and silky with a natural shine to it that made it fun to play with.

“Thank you,” Malleus says with a smile. “You seem quite pleased with yourself.”

“Well, with your hair pulled back, I can better see the scales on your forehead,” you explain. Gently, your fingers brush against the black scaling that adorned the base of his crown. You look to Malleus for permission, who nods, even bending his head down more to be able to feel the smooth texture.

“Why does something so minuscule please you?” Malleus asked curiously. “Majority of the time they are covered by my hair that they go unnoticed.”

“I like them because they’re unique to you,” you answer. “I like seeing all the most intimate parts of you. I feel as if I get to learn more about you this way.”

Your response catches Malleus off guard. The faintest hint of pink touches his cheeks before he smiles and pulls you into his chest. “You make my heart feel so full. I feel so lucky to have you.”

His arms wrap tightly around you, unwilling to let go.

#AWWWW!!! this is so cute ;;w;;

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puppy-the-mask · 24 days ago

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Hear me out...

Idia, Malleus, Deuce x gn!reader (seperate)

You decide to invite him for an innocent game of "hear me out cake", but he has no idea that you have a little something up your sleeve...

as promised, the stupid idea i had for a fic has finally been written HAHA i had a dream abt writing this and posting it last night soooooo... i guess it was a sign for me to sit my ass down and WRITE. also lets pretend that fictional characters from our world exist in twst too...

So, uhh, fair to say that it's been a while, huh. A LOT has happened since i last wrote something. I started going to the gym, actually got into learning japanese, started improving my mental health, tried and mostly failed to study art too (i'm not giving up tho!!)

also im srry i got lazy💔i didnt feel like writing the beginning part so we jump straight into the action💔

𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

"Umm... hear me out..." you're currently on your 7th round, yet Idia is still flustered like the main character of your average shojo romance manga in a confession scene.

He's literally looking away from you as he pulls out his next character on a shish kebab stick.

You wonder how he hasn't passed out from all the blood rushing to his head. The ends of his hair are glowing in a beautiful pinkish hue which you're quite content with staring at. It looks positively lovely.

"I... I was 6, okay? GOT IT?!" He spluttered, eyes dashing around the room like you were illegal to look at. This is honestly the best thing since sliced bread.

"No way, me too!" you couldn't hide your amusement and pulled out the skewer with Lofty from Bob the Builder on it. It honestly seems very much like Idia to have liked that blue mobile crane as a kid.

"I suddenly feel... very validated," he said very quietly and you suspect that he didn't mean to say that out loud. He noticed you were looking at him and sighed. "I said that out loud... I totally did, didn't I..."

Clocked.

You clenched and unclenched your hand a few times, preparing yourself for the big moment.

"Okay, my turn." As you reached for the dreaded skewer with the image of Idia on it, your hands trembled. From fear or excitement, you're not exactly sure.

"Hear me out..." you mumbled warily, slowly placing the skewer inside the cake.

His eyes narrowed for a moment as he stared at the phone screen and then they widened almost cartoonishly about a second later. You would laugh if you weren't technically confessing right now.

"You.... You..." it seemed to you as if he was malfunctioning, frozen in place and stuttering like a scratched CD. The flames of his hair picked up and his face was probably as red as a tomato.

"Wh... Don't prank me like that....!" He shook his head at you desperately, wide eyed. You had to hold back your giggles at the dramatic sight.

"What if it wasn't a prank, though? What then?" you leaned in a bit closer subconsciously, reveling in the redness of his face. "T-Then... then...." he seemed to be running out of words.

He looked like he was about to pass out and you tried to gently grab his shoulder to ground him but as soon as your fingertips touched his shoulder, he squealed and ran away, slamming the door behind him.

"Well. I'm gonna take that as a 'I like you, too'." you shrugged after a few seconds of shocked silence.

(He texted you a few hours later, admitting all too casually that he does, in fact, like you too. You imagine he must have debated for a long time about sending that text.)

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

"Hear me out... Tigress from Kung Fu Panda."

"No, no, I hear you." you said, nodding your head thoughtfully. To be honest, you were a mess internally, hyping yourself up for the past 5 minutes.

Deuce had even asked you if you were okay before the two of you began playing, noticing your nervousness. You cursed yourself out internally for not hiding it better.

He looked at you expectantly and you pursed your lips, taking a deep breath. You stabbed the cake with the skewer. "HEAR ME OUT. YOU." you said a lot louder than you intended to, cheeks heating up.

Deuce's mouth dropped open and he leaned over the table to get a look at the image on the skewer, just to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

"Me?!" he seemed genuinely surprised, staring at you with wide eyes.

"Uh, um... yeah." you smiled awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs underneath the table. You weren't exactly sure how he would respond, since he's never dropped a hint before (at least not one you've picked up).

"....Can you pinch me?" he asked with a completely serious expression, and you laughed awkwardly, reaching up to pinch his arm. "Oh, shit. I'm not dreaming."

He grabbed you by your upper arms, staring at you with a strange intensity. "Can I... take this as, y'know, a confession?" You could feel his hands trembling slightly, but you weren't going to judge because so are yours.

"Yeah. I guess you can." you whispered. "So, how are we feeling about... that?"

"Great. Really really great." Deuce smiled widely and you smiled back. Confessing is much less romantic than the movies, that's for sure. But that isn't neccesarily a bad thing.

"I feel really really great too." you confirmed.

"By the way, you're not gonna post that on Magicam, are you?" he asked sheepishly, letting you go and scratching the side of his neck.

"Ah, no, no. It was just to trick you into thinking it's a normal game." you admitted, looking towards your phone screen which was still recording. "But I might just save it for personal purposes."

"Please don't." Deuce's cheeks dusted pink.

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪

"It's your turn." you motion towards the cake with your right hand, turning to face Malleus.

"What a peculiar... being you are attracted to." Malleus comments, looking at the character currently piked into the cake.

"That's the whole point." you laugh a little at his genuine comment. You never thought that Malleus would actually agree to do this with you, to be honest.

He can't even use a phone properly, so you couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of strange childhood crush he'd have since he probably grew up without a TV.

But he did seem very enthusiastic when you explained the way the game is played, so who were you to question his ability to participate in it? He must have at least one strange childhood crush. Maybe from a picture book, or something.

As he places the first character into the cake, your eyes widen.

It's you.

"M... Malleus." You heave out, nonplussed, not sure if you want to silently place the skewer with his visage next to the one with yours, or if you want to scream and freak out and die on the spot.

"That's... not how you play the game. The character is supposed to be fictional." is what you settled on, hoping to every god there is that you don't look completely flustered right now.

"But you said I must obtain images of someone strange that I am secretly attracted to." Malleus smiled at you, clearly proud of himself.

(You wonder how many attempts it took to get the printer to work for him.)

You're not sure whether you should laugh or cry right now. "How am I... strange?" You force out, way too flustered to say anything more.

"Is it not strange for me to harbor such feelings of admiration towards a mere child of man?"

Oh, right, sometimes you forget that Malleus is royalty from a land which still finds relationships with humans scandalous to some degree. You nod, still dumbfounded that he accidentally beat you to your own confession.

You can't take the awkward silence anymore so you stick the skewer with Malleus on it inside the cake in one swift motion.

"I also have a strange being I'm secretly in love with." You shot back at him, a little debilitated by your shaking hands.

All Malleus did in response was start laughing heartily, which only made your face heat up even more. Nevertheless, his laughter is a sound with a very welcome ring to it.

"I thought you said that's not how this game is played." He teased you with his signature grin. He seems overjoyed at this moment.

"Yeah, well, I was going to... ugh. Fine, you beat me to it." You felt too awkward to meet his gaze, but you could definitely feel it on you.

"I see. You are surprisingly bold, sometimes." he said thoughtfully, as if he sees you in a completely different light, now.

"So, do we like... make out now, or whatever?" you suggested (half-) jokingly.

"What is 'making out'?" He asked genuinely.

"...Nevermind."

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