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working on an azul 🤭

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i need context for what inspired your username-

i got it from the common jpn tag ("character" is seriously an angel) hehe, it originated from re:zero iirc!

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closing suggestive prompt reqs! i've accumulated a few, thank you all for being interested! o7

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Beauté! 100 points!!

Thank you so much for that Rook drabble, it is simply perfect! The beauty, the obsession, and Rook being, well, Rook in the most raw, dirty, fully consumed form; all of it is delicious.

I unfortunately can't reblog this, since my blog is open to minors. But I will be coming back to this again and again! And I'll be pondering the questions that came up while I was reading too: How long does Rook continue with this? Does anything more come of it? Did the reader/MC become aware of his, ah, exploits? How do they react? Even better, what if they were watching him, too?

And it is completely fine that it's past the "suggestive" mark, I think that Rook just tends to increase the emotion/intensity of whatever he's in :) In any case, your writing was - and is - très bien!

i'm so happy you enjoyed!! thank you for taking the time to let me know your thoughts on it (totally understandable on not rb'ing!) ♡

some more creepy rook thoughts under the cut hehe⋯ (mdni, n/sfw)

↠ How long does Rook continue with this? Does anything more come of it?

Part of me feels as though—because of his nature as a hunter—Rook is very capable of playing the long game! You deserve only the best, most impassioned confession in the world once he finally snares you; and if that simply means waiting for months upon months, then so be it. (It's not like you're going back to your world, right? You wouldn't be thinking⋯ that you could escape him that way? Even if "I See You" can't reach your world, you shouldn't underestimate his devotion!)

Rabbits are quite fast little animals, after all. And you being so quick and easily startled is why he dubbed you his "lapin" in the first place. The best way to make you feel comfortable is for him to be gentle, subdued, and quiet—but ooh, sometimes it's so difficult when you're this resplendent!

Even with that said, he's not quite actually⋯ silent, about his obsession with you, is he? ♡ "Mon lapin, that agitated gloss in your eyes as you bound in surprise is why I can't help but continue to sneak up on you." ♡ "I only use my Unique Magic consistently for one person. Who is it? Ah, why don't you try to guess?♪" <-has made it very obvious ♡ "My apologies, mon lapin, talking with my favorite little bunny is always so delightful, it seems I've taken up your afternoon. Hm? It's fine? Merci! I love you so."

If you feel the same way as him is all up to you—but, if he continues to one-sidedly vie after you, it might end with you in a net.

↠ Did the reader/MC become aware of his, ah, exploits? How do they react?

I love imagining the moment you catch sight of him in the bushes, calloused hand languidly stroking his erect cock as your image reflects in his hazy, dilated eyes—your gazes meet, and fuck, Rook has never once felt such a rush. An unparalleled surge of euphoria that's so very intense he can't help but reach climax right then. He knew you were his dream come true, he knew it! And Rook doesn't chase after you, for once, as you leap away in surprise; the tremors of his orgasm still rippling through him.

That night, your fingers quiver as you brush them against the strings of your curtains, that indelible image of Rook pleasuring himself to you coruscating in your mind.

⋯ You don't often leave your curtains open at night, but as the heat of arousal pulsates throughout you, you leave them be. You have to know he's watching you, and that thought is so wholly tantalizing that you find your hand snaking into your pyjama bottoms.

"Mon lapin, you⋯" are far too ravishing for words, for thoughts—no, Rook feels you so deep within his soul that he doesn't stifle the moan overflowing from his lips just from watching you in this vulnerable, amatory state.

↳ Even better, what if they were watching him, too?

Your movements grow more fervid as you touch yourself, back arching off the bed, and you roll your head to the side as the rapture fills you—and once again, you discern Rook peering into the window.

And when your fingers don't stop, you find yourself with a visitor.

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hi! i saw ace is one of your favorites (your other suggestive writing with him is so cnxmznxmcnzmbcnz) i was wondering if you could write #10 with ace?!

pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader cw: suggestive, possessive ace a/n: anon i was so happy to write more for him, thank you for both the compliment and giving me an excuse to indulge!

send me a number + character!

You were asleep in bed when the abrupt, resounding clamour of someone knocking filled your petite dorm, each pound precipitating dust and moulder to descend from the roof. Who could it possibly be at this hour?

With gentle yet swift fingers, you picked Grim up off your chest and settled him back onto the mattress—as inflexible as it always is, it was handy in this case so as not to disturb the little monster—and you hurriedly made your way to the door.

“I’m coming-!” And as you pried open the door, you discerned Ace standing there; the opaqueness of the night accentuating his unreadable expression. Which almost looked oddly⋯ surprised, for an ephemeral moment?

“Hey, [name], did I wake you up?” Of course there wasn’t a trace of contrite lingering within his voice or eyes.

“Any normal person would be asleep at this hour,” you retorted as you staved off a yawn by taking in his appearance more carefully, noting how he was unadorned in a collar, “Did you and Deuce get into a fight or something?”

“Yeah, we did!” Ace briskly answered, folding his arms across his chest with a moue twisting on his lips, “I could hardly get any sleep with all his snoring, and things devolved from there until he and the others kicked me out for the night. So! Prefect⋯”

“No.”

“Tch. I didn’t even ask yet!”

“Pfft,” you chortled softly at the characteristic, asinine banter between the two of you before opening the door further, “come on in, Ace.”

The subdued, hushed click of you shutting the door and subsequently locking it resonated with Ace’s relief—he was thrilled that his little lie granted him access to you. He had already prepared a multitude of stories on the way here to inveigle you into letting him inside, yet you sanctioned one to fall right onto his lap.

But it’s not as if you fought him much on it to begin with. You really did cherish your friends, didn’t you?

“Choose any spare room you like, at least half of them are cleaned by now,” you pointed down the hall, a sleepy smile still arched on your lips.

Watching as you gyrated on your heel to leave, Ace reached forward and grasped your hand; his cheeks powdered with a cherry-coloured blush, just faint enough that you felt a twinge in your heart. “Stay with me a little longer? Just a little! Please?”

Acquiescing, finding yourself enthralled with that glow illuminating his countenance and that wistful plea, you nodded your head and the two of you planted yourselves down onto the couch in the foyer.

It was pretty rare for Ace to speak so desperately with you—perhaps he was feeling guilty about his little quarrel with Deuce? That didn’t seem likely, you thought with beads of sweat dropping from the side of your face.

“You know, [name], I was just wondering,” Ace began, glimpsing over your frame leaning on the couch and swallowing, “⋯ do you wear that as your pyjamas every night?”

“Hm?” You peered down at the oversized shirt you garbed, just large enough to conceal the edges of your underwear when you stand. “Yeah. It’s usually just Grim and I here, after all.”

Well, besides the ghosts, but they normally minded their own business most of the time anyway.

“Ehh? Is that so?” Ace seemed insouciant as he hummed, yet you got the unshakable feeling he was vexed. “Did you even check to see who was at the door before you answered it?”

Tilting your head as you raised an eyebrow, you riposted, “Does it matter?” There’s no way he came over to lecture you on safety? After all this time?

“Of course it does! What if it was someone else at the door?” he hissed, a scornful and exasperated mien contorting his ordinarily mellow face.

“The only people with enough guts to visit me in the middle of the night are you—and Deuce.”

“Someone other than me.”

Those virulent words surged a white-hot frigidity down the column of your spine, disquieting you in your seat.

Why couldn’t you just be a little smarter? And why couldn’t he be a little dumber?

Gripping your thighs in a taut clasp and spreading them apart, Ace slotted himself between them before setting a hand on the arm and back of the couch simultaneously; caging you in. And, for some reason, it felt so intimate to you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Ace, with a pitiful torture in his voice, spat, crimson eyes transfixed on your underwear hiding your heat, “How much I hate any bastard who looks at you⋯ when you should be mine, rightfully so. Why can’t they understand that? Why can’t you?”

Not once had Ace ever felt so tormented, so deeply, with or about any one of his previous exes—that girl he ghosted, or that boy who broke-up with him and the only thing on Ace’s mind was ‘ah, this juice is bitter’ as he unemotively sipped on it through the straw.

They both meant nothing to him.

He only really agreed to go out with either of them because he thought it’d be fun, a way to beguile the time.

Ace realized that the way he viewed love was in the same way someone would look at a dessert or afternoon snack—deliciously tempting when he saw others enjoying them, but the sweetness never filled him up, and he always grew bored of having the same thing over and over again. Sooner or later, he began to crave a new taste; or go hungry altogether.

Everyone around him wasn’t like him, they endlessly sought to savour that one dish. And he thought he’d never feel that same way.

Until he met you.

The irresistibly helpless—and cute—prefect.

Now Ace found himself greedily hoarding each and every morsel of attention you gave him like a starved, ravening man, afraid to consume even a crumb because he wouldn’t be able to receive them forever. Whether it was because you went back to your world, or you found someone else entirely.

“A-Ace, I—”

“⋯ I love you; so much that it’s laughable,” Ace sniggered ironically, a bitter smile curving on his lips as he brought his mouth closer to yours, “Aah, I won’t let you say no, [name].”

And Ace kissed you, conceding to his desires—because anything was better than the emptiness.

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lilia didn't come home but riddle is fully uncapped in 20 pulls, so i still won..!

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eat me, drink you (summer edition)

pairing: riddle rosehearts x f!reader cw: 69 (position), semi-public sex ao3 link.

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Rivulets of sea popple at the sand mottled with shimmering hues in a myriad of colors, evoking a sense of captivation and wonder—and even the burnished patches amongst the speckled grains left you feeling mesmerized.

It was the idyllic dreamy beach trip straight out of a picture book, as true to the nature of your predicament. But you weren’t paying attention to the colorful words describing how beautiful the beach is, were you?

What snared you was the sight of your beloved, a beaming smile curved on his lips as the scorching sand pooled into his sandals and made him wince in the best way possible.

Well, that, and the view of his stomach; his pallid complexion glistened in the potent sunbeams, magnifying how attractive he looked.

Poking and squishing at Riddle’s exposed skin, you hummed in delight as you curved your thumb outwards from his belly-button until your hands rested on his waist.

“Would you stop that now, [Name],” Riddle requested, albeit the undecorated flintiness tinging his voice was rather phrasing it as a demand, and you could espy rosy tinctures powdering his cheekbones as he added, “I’ll get the wrong idea, and if I do, I’m collaring you.”

Tilting your head as you allowed the pads of your fingers to undulate across his bare stomach, you innocently quipped, “Even though it’s your fault?”

“Princess, stop acting so insolent,” Riddle chided you, his own hands shuddering in anticipation of reaching for his magic pen, “It’s not as if I have muscles like most guys do—so I don’t see what’s so fun in it.”

“But, Riddle-kun, you don’t need them,” you reassured him, your heart instinctively being swallowed with wistful sorrow at the thought of Riddle reviling his own body, “You just look so happy and carefree, I can’t help but want to touch you. You never show this much skin.”

“Well⋯ we are at the beach,” Riddle felt himself pressing his lips into a thin as he staidly clarified his reasonings. Was it truly that big of a deal to you? You see his naked body all the time, what makes it so different now?

Relinquishing a diminutive sigh as he finally swatted away your hands from continuing their ministrations, Riddle gyrated on his heel—although, it was cute to see him fumble a little bit as the uneven ground sought to topple him.

“I’m off to find a spot to set-up. Preferably somewhere far away from Floyd, he keeps making impertinent threats about burying me in the sand; and I’d like to avoid that,” Riddle told you, slinging the cooler over his shoulder.

Riddle reached for the umbrella, however, your smaller hands snatched it up before he could, exclaiming, “I’ll come with you!”

You didn’t want to leave his side, setting your heart on relishing every moment of this trip with him and only him—and Riddle retained the same sentiments, his countenance illuminating with a blush.

The two of you ambled across the crescent-shaped beach, listening to the susurrus of the sea and the rustling of the palm trees swaying in the breeze. Once you were to an adequately sequestered-looking section, far beyond where the rest of the group was idling, you planted the umbrella between two stray chairs.

“This is perfect,” Riddle smirked self-satisfiedly at the spot you both had discovered, descending the cooler gently onto the ground, “We’ll regroup with everyone at the appointed time.”

It was concurred amongst the group to have some individual free-time, which is the only reason Riddle was fine with meandering away from everyone for the time being. If anything, he was rather eager to separate.

As long as he had you with him, of course; because otherwise, he would’ve simply remained with the chaos. Whatever it took to stay with you.

“Mhm, okay, Riddle-kun,” you acceded softly, gaze fixated on watching as Riddle settled himself down onto the chair—his lithe legs straightening out as he laid there.

With a tint of relief, Riddle fluttered his eyes shut and luxuriated in how the heat carried within the air bathed his skin without the imminent danger of a sunburn. “Aren’t you going to sit down, princess?” he asked, opening a single eye to peer over at you.

The light breeze swirled around you, strands of your hair flitting with each wavelet of wind, and you smiled down at Riddle. “I will,” you breathed out, moving yourself over to him.

Nestling your legs astride Riddle’s hips, you positioned your hands parallel to his head. “Wh⋯ What are you doing-?” At this point, Riddle was rapt with curiosity and anticipation as he couldn’t pry his stare away from you.

“C-Can I kiss you, Riddle-kun?” you inquired with a pleading look imbued on your mien; and if he had the abstinence to deny you, he would’ve—but his temperance has always been as broken as a pocket watch at a tea party when it comes to you.

Nodding his head, Riddle brought his hand forward and tangled it in your hair as he pulled you to him. Your lips intertwined with an unequaled fervency, as if the summer haze had suffused through the depths of your veins and gave rise to mania.

A soft gasp emitted from Riddle as you retracted away, mouth dropping down to the sensitive skin on his neck. You dotted dizzying kisses along the contours of him, reveling in how his skin beneath you flushed to your every kiss, before you dove down to his stomach.

Kissing his stomach, every hitch in his breath galvanizing you into pressing more firm and ardent kisses, you descended until you reached his navel. “Sorry, like I said earlier, I can’t help⋯ but want to touch you,” you whispered, cupping your moist lips around his skin and sucking.

“Ah-!” Riddle puffed, salacity underlying his voice, and he felt abashed as the sight of his erection pressing against your throat filled his vision. The feeling exacerbating the moment your fingers hook into his shorts and pull them down subtly, revealing his hardened length.

“Princess, let’s⋯ switch positions. Turn around and raise your hips,” Riddle's tone is inundated with barely restrained desire as he situates you above him, his fingers covetously pulling aside the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms.

The sudden sensation of Riddle’s hot, unabating breaths fanning over your wet folds has you quivering—yet you wrap your fingers around his cock, languidly stroking the shaft. Each motion of your hands rolling has Riddle exhaling in pleasure, just the warmth of your skin on him has his nerves bristling with titillation. 

“Did seeing my stomach really turn you on this much?” Riddle queried with a taunting input as his lips met your cunt, tongue tracing along the growing arousal and savoring your breathy moan, “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

Embarrassment burned at your cheeks as you squeak, feeling your hips shake as Riddle uses his hands to further spread you out, “Y-Yes⋯!”

Pleased with your concise, clear response, Riddle rewarded you by plunging his tongue into your core—licking slowly, letting you feel each and every movement. “Good girl,” he groaned, adding, “now, go on⋯ you wanted this, didn’t you? Suck my dick.”

Engulfed with indulgent rapture, you obediently part your lips and sink your mouth onto Riddle’s cock. The intrusion of his girth has your drool overflowing, especially with how he hadn’t ceased teasing your cunt with his tongue and lips. “Mmff!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Riddle swiftly reprimanded, although he wasn’t any better. With the saccharine taste of your excitement spilling over into his mouth, Riddle was greedily sucking and lapping at every drop. “E-Even if it’s the two of us right now, we’re still in public. Be careful.”

It was unequivocally overwhelming for the both of you, and the white-noise of the rippling waves couldn’t drown out the lewd sound of your melding moans.

For Riddle, he was unexpectedly tantalized by the idea of being out in the open like this—of someone scrutinizing the two of you pleasuring the other. Obscene and improper, yet so wholly erotic it made his cock pulsate in neediness.

Riddle felt the seam of his throat choke as your head bobbed in a trice, the beads of his pre-cum coaxing you on, and it elicited more streams of sensual gratification to surge through the fissures of his body.

Impelled by the ecstasy your movements bestowed to him, Riddle continued to glide his tongue over your wetness as his thumb circled your soaked clit; planning to exploit your filthiness to the utmost. You were acting so bold and concupiscent earlier, but now you were trembling above him as you helplessly moaned on his cock.

“R-Riddle-kun, it feels, ah-!” you mewled in congruence with a deft pinch on your puffy bud, delight permeating over every inch of your body, “It feels so good!”

“We’re getting quite sticky⋯ from sweat, and our juices,” Riddle gasped as his hips jerked upwards, urging you to take him deeper in your mouth as he sought more vehement stimulation, “I’m afraid I might not last longer⋯!”

Inordinate sparks of pleasure skated over your insides as Riddle’s own sucks and strokes became more intense, persuading you into acting fervidly. “M-Me neither,” you whimpered, gulping for air as you enveloped his cock once more between your wet, gluttonous lips.

“Hehe, it’s okay, princess; let go whenever you’re ready,” Riddle beguiled you coquettishly as he thrust his tongue into your aching cunt, “I’ll continue to suck and eat you—you who tastes sweeter than lemonade.”

Those dirty words only amplified how disorientated you felt from the rush of pleasure and heat, and you found yourself incapable of holding on for much longer—your mouth disconnecting from his cock with a resounding pop as your orgasm overtook your delirious senses.

“Riddle-kun, mmph, ah-!” Crying out his name, and through the mist of your own lecherous euphoria, you could hear Riddle slurping and moaning on the taste of your essence as it pools out from your convulsing core.

You weren’t sure if you heard him praising you or not, however, as you busied yourself between feverish gasps with sucking on his cock again; overwhelming yourself on it, simply driven by the carnal need to drive him over the edge alongside you.

“Princess, s-slow down—take a second, wait⋯!” Yet Riddle’s desperate pleas fell on your deaf, thrilled ears as you exerted yourself into coating him in your saliva nearly to the hilt. “Princess⋯!”

Suddenly glutted with bursts of rapture, Riddle felt himself unraveling against his own wishes—more concerned with your labored breathing and how you were affixing yourself to him tighter instead of drawing back—and he could hear you whimper as the thick ropes of his release hit the back of your throat.

Dazed and in seventh heaven, you swallowed each stream with esurient gulps; inhaling deeply as you detach yourself from his cock, your drool and vestiges of his cum coalescing together in a thin string off your lips.

“Y-You minx⋯” Riddle reproached you, although anyone would’ve been able to discern the breathless, sweet laugh teetering on the edge of his voice. “I’m never wearing a crop-top again.”

With delicate movements, Riddle adjusted you so that you could lay yourself down on top of him; so the two of you could recapture your stolen breaths, and hold each other close. “Wh-What⋯? You won’t?” you whispered, pressing an affectionate kiss on the bottom of his chin.

“Not if you can’t conduct yourself in an appropriate manner,” he teased subtly, his own lips finding their way into your hair as his fingers cascaded through your locks, “Oh, hush. I’m only joking.”

This little endeavor can be your hibiscus-kissed secret.

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27 and Rook for the ask game? (Or 9, if you would prefer)

I look forward to seeing what you may come up with for le Chasseur d'Amour!

pairing: rook hunt x gn!reader cw: male masturbation, kind of creepy rook, you're implied to be mc (and small in size, not height) a/n: i'm sorry this one surpassed being just suggestive... i had the idea and ran with it! i hope that's okay and you still enjoy!

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Beauty awakens the soul to act.

No one understood this better than Rook, timber boots deftly perched upon the attenuated branch as his fingers encircle a pair of binoculars—his gaze fixed upon you, a magicless student using the broom assigned to you for your PE elective as it’s intended purpose in your world.

All you were doing was sweeping away the leaves inundating the cobblestone pathway, and yet to him you were picturesque; an unrivaled angel. You were blissfully unaware that he’d been watching you for the past few hours as you did menial chores around campus, covertly following your every move.

Edging his leg forward against the tree’s branch, Rook fished out his notebook—not the one his peers often saw him sprouting, instead, it was one in your favorite color with no discernable features on the cover.

A clandestine, special notebook devoted only to you.

“Ahh, mon lapin, watching you dance with that broom is quite enchanting,” Rook mused aloud, although his voice couldn’t be heard even by the birds nestled on the branch next to his still frame.

Bringing out a pencil from behind his ear, Rook began to sketch your form on a fresh page and inserted diminutive notes next to his personal observations.

➸ Sweat on your neck and a leaf in your hair ➸ Eyes half-lidded, you must be tired ➸ Legs wobbling from exertion (cute♡) ➸ Small hands just able to grip the handle⋯

Heat abruptly suffused through the fissures of his body as debased thoughts plagued his mind, and Rook didn’t strain himself to stave them off—rather, he enabled himself. After all, isn’t it perfectly normal to fantasize about your future spouse?

Rook couldn’t help cogitating over how your hands would fare around his cock. Would your delicate fingers struggle to wrap around his girth? He can just envision the way your lips would twist into a moue, and it made him want to tease you.

‘Just having your hands on me is enough, mon lapin, but I want you to try harder for me, okay?♪’

How crude.

Every day, Rook obtained a new infatuation; something so utterly enrapturing that it sunk its hands into his chest and gripped his heart. But you, and only you, were the one thing he truly loved—no, that’s not right.

Rook’s affections for you were far too infused with splendor to be considered ‘love’. His feelings were much, much deeper than that.

Rook wanted to become one with you, to have your essence intermingling with his own for all eternity; so that he may luxuriate in your pulchritude endlessly.

For a moment, as the pressure of his erection throbbing in his uniform pants beset his focus, Rook lamented wanting a higher vantage to watch you. “Non! This won’t do at all,” Rook muttered, sucking in a sharp breath, “What would they think if they saw me beside myself with desire?”

That’s why, you wouldn’t be upset if his hand slithered into his pants and stroked his swelling bulge, right? It’s all because of you—because you’re the zenith of beauty in a way no one else is.

Soft, irregular gasps overflowed from Rook’s lips, his vulturine eyes still riveted on you as you attempted to brush more leaves into a new pile, and he found himself smiling through the haze of pleasure as your expression contorted in surprise from a gust of wind flittering your precious efforts into the air.

You’d surely look the same if you discovered what he was doing right now, wouldn’t you? Just the mere thought of your innocent, big eyes scrutinizing him in such a vulnerable, dirty position made the beads of his pre-cum spill out faster.

Continuing to palm himself with unabating touches, Rook knew how deplorably cliche these thoughts were—he’s gotten off on this particular one a plethora of times—but the reason it’s considered bromide is precisely because so many people have felt the charm of it⋯

and what’s more beautiful than that?

Rook’s movements had increased in pace as he resigned himself to his lecherous, perverted dreams of you. “Mon lapin, I-I—” he rasped, pictures of your flushed countenance coruscating in his head, “—love you so, so, so much.”

The branch began to wobble as Rook’s fervency overwhelmed his better judgment, the threshing of birds’ wings distant against him as they retreat away, but that didn’t stop him for a second. He was unbearably close to that culmination of his adoration for you, his perpetual lust.

“This is⋯” Rook moaned out, still hushed to his best ability, even as he feels the sticky substance of his own ecstasy coating his hand, “just for you.”

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Heya just wanted to say I absolutely loved all of your riddlexf!reader smut, they were amazing!!(please write more smuts of him🙏)

i'm so happy you're enjoying them! riddle is an absolute joy to write for and i'm here to spread my dom!riddle propaganda as much as possible >:) thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to send this, it means so much to me! 🫶

and for you, a tiny snippet of my next piece (it's on the beach. of course it's the beach):

“Princess, let’s⋯ switch positions. Turn around and raise your hips,” Riddle's voice is inundated with barely restrained desire as he situates you above him, his fingers covetously pulling aside the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms.

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Can I get an 8 with Jamil? 👀

pairing: jamil viper x gn!reader cw: suggestive, hypnosis (+ implied multiple times used) a/n: you certainly can! jamil is really fun to write for, i hope you enjoy this!!

send me a number + character!

Nestled in your dorm at Scarabia, a heap of papers adorning the veneer surface of your desk, you heaved a sigh with your fingers tangled in your hair as you come across yet another problem you’re incapable of solving.

“This homework is too much, I’ll never get it done,” you griped to yourself in vanquishment, pushing back on your chair—and just in that moment of tilting your head back, a knock resounded on your door. “Come in!”

You didn’t bother to ascertain who it was, instead simply giving permission to impose upon your space.

With a soft sombre retained in his eyes, Jamil’s voice enveloped the room, although his tone only reflected a hint of annoyance (for your protection), “[name], you should really be more careful who you let into your room like that.”

A silver tray embellished with treats and drinks laid on Jamil’s arm as he shut the door behind him and padded deeper within. Motioning to his arrival, Jamil added, “Kalim wanted me to bring you some things. For working so hard, he said.”

“He should’ve brought it to me himself instead of making you do it⋯” you breathed out, feeling a sense of pity and vexation on Jamil’s behalf. You were sure that he had other things he wished to be doing instead of bringing you snacks for ‘working so hard’, which was just your normal spread of homework.

“No, if it’s for you, I don’t mind,” Jamil retorted with his thin lips arched into a smile, forsaking the tension bouncing between his strained muscles as his body went slack with relief.

Just from hearing your voice, so mellifluous to his ears as you never once displayed anything short of purity, Jamil could feel at ease around you. He was more open, more truthful, when he was around you—and he didn’t feel the need to moderate his words as much. That’s not to say he doesn’t still have his secrets, of course.

“Oh⋯ well, I appreciate it! I was just thinking about how I needed a break,” you chortled, an immense feeling of gratitude bursting over your insides, before asking, “Are you busy, Jamil-kun? We can share some of the snacks, if you want!”

Curling his fingers around his chin, Jamil vacillated on whether to accept your offer or not—the idea of spending some alone time with you without thewretched, chaotic interruption of Kalim was enticing. “Is that really what you wish for?” he lightly jested.

“I would like you to join me, yes⋯!”

You ushered the two of you over to the diminutive yet opulent couch in your room, the one that Kalim had bought for you, and set the tray so graciously offered to you onto the table before it.

Guided by your hand, Jamil plopped down into seating and thought about the irony of his emotions for a moment. Being dragged around you was different from when Kalim did it; and he always assumed he’d hate someone’s selfishness in wanting him to do as they say.

But not when it comes to you.

Jamil watched with ravening attentiveness as you innocently ate at the snacks, biting into the crackers decorated with various spices, and his smile blossomed when you hummed in delight.

You really were so sweet and pure, weren’t you?

Ahh, how he desperately wanted to close this distance between you. You’d never fathom his true intentions or feelings until he outright said them to you⋯ and yet that was something he couldn’t ever do.

“They’re so yummy! Thank you, Jamil-kun!” you expressed your appreciation with a gentle yet pronounced coo, your lips curving into a charming smile—so undefiled by corruption—and Jamil found himself becoming ill-fated.

“What else is in your heart?” Jamil questioned with a half-lidded gaze, instinctively reaching a hand out to your cheek and cupping the supple skin, “If you could wish for anything, what would it be?”

Swirls engulfed his grey irises as he fixed his gaze into your eyes, each coil of hypnotic magic twisting around your precious frame bringing you further into his thrall, and as you blinked, a cloud blanketed your eyes.

And poor naive you had no idea what was happening, just curious on why he was bringing this up as you tried to answer, “I’d wish for—”

“—you see, [name], I’d wish for you to become mine.”

One more blink and you were entirely captivated by Jamil’s spell, your voice resonating with monotone hues, “Your wish is my command.”

“Then, kiss me,” Jamil ordered, and he observed as you obediently did as you were told; pressing your lips onto his, allowing your mouths to melt together in consonance.

Jamil took the initiative and prodded his tongue between your lips, slithering inside your mouth and savouring the slightly spicy taste within the crevice. From the crackers he baked for you.

Groaning into the kiss, almost frenzied to keep your mouths connected as long as possible, Jamil instructed between longing kisses, “Now, take off your shirt and come closer.”

Just the mere thought of having you following all of his commands exacerbated his arousal, and Jamil licked his smirking lips as you pulled back in order to peel off your shirt. You then moved over to him, settling your hands onto his shoulders as you straddled him; your hips, your own heat, resting atop his.

Jamil’s pants were growing awfully tight now, and you can feel it brush against your groin. “Good, little jewel. I love it when you’re like this,” Jamil praised, seeing how your cheeks flooded with delirious warmth in response, “it’s been a while since we had time to do this⋯ I’m looking forward to it.”

Not that you’d remember those times, of course. After all, his wish is your command, no?

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13 w ace please? :o

pairing: ace trappola x gn!reader cw: suggestive a/n: i know ace shares a dorm with other first-years but i only remembered that fact half-way through, so we're gonna be delulu, okay? i hope you enjoy!

send me a number + character!

Hot, dewy tears clung to your lashes as you knocked on Ace’s door past curfew—and, even if Riddle would surely have his head for this, he let you inside without questioning it. He was your best friend, and he wasn’t going to refuse you when you showed up in a pitiful state. He couldn’t.

“Shh, hey,” Ace’s voice is shockingly mollifying for someone with an intrinsically cheeky attitude as he tugs you deeper into his dorm room, “what happened?”

“⋯ I got rejected,” was all you managed to murmur out whilst suppressing the urge to start crying.

Ace felt that oh so familiar twinge in his chest, the one that makes it as if his heart is being gouged out with a dull blade and the remains are discarded in a bloody, grotesque on the floor. “Ah⋯ from that guy you were talking about a week or two ago?” Ace acted as if he assuredly remembered, but he usually zoned-out whenever you blathered about any crushes you had.

Why would he want to listen to you babble on about someone else; when he was right in front of you?

“He said I wasn’t cute enough.”

“Okay, that’s just bullshit,” Ace spat out acerbically, not heeding his caustic tone—if anything, he shamelessly wished this guy could hear his voice and melt into the ground in a deplorable heap. “You’re the cutest in the whole school! Everyone knows that.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at how heated Ace appeared to be getting over this, and from his patent exaggeration. “I am not,” you whispered, lips curving into a small smile, “but⋯ thank you, Ace.”

In Ace’s eyes, you truly were the cutest little thing⋯ and he desperately yearned for your color to be dyed in his, a sickening crimson that needed you as he needed oxygen.

“C’mere,” with a small pout as he uttered that, Ace opened up his arms to you and encircled your frame within his embrace; pressing a feathery kiss to the top of your head, “you are the cutest, though. At least to me.”

“You really think so?”

Reflected in your glossy eyes was a scintilla of dubiety, and Ace would perceive that—so, with a spuriously teasing smirk, he mocked, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“Hehe, well, you do lie sometimes, you know⋯”

“I’d never lie about something like this,” Ace reassured you with an abrupt pensiveness, “not to you.”

Left breathless by Ace’s confidence, how soft yet affectionate he sounded, you clung onto him tauter and squeezed as a silent affirmation of your appreciation.

“Let’s head to bed, yeah? Knowing you, you wouldn’t wanna be alone after what happened,” Ace suggested, albeit there were tinctures of selfishness underneath his act of being your one and only best friend.

Why wouldn’t he want you to sleep over? To keep you to himself as you recover from your heartache?

Rummaging through his wardrobe and fishing out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that’ll be way too big on you, Ace handed you your makeshift pyjamas. He rolled on his heel and turned the other way so you could change, but whenever he thought you weren’t looking, he peeked over his shoulder for just a crumb of what he’s been hungry for.

Ace and you head to his bed, where you flop down onto it—and then Ace does as well, although he practically descends atop of you and shoves his weights on you as he does.

“Oof! You’re heavy!”

“Nah, you’re just too small,” Ace quipped back.

“I-I’m still growing⋯!”

“Sureeeee you are, cutie⋯” Rolling his eyes playfully, Ace nudged you as he shortened the propinquity between you further. He planted a kiss on your neck, allowing his lips to linger over your hot pulse. “Why don’t you close your eyes? Get yourself some rest with me.”

“Mhm, yeah, good idea⋯”

Too credulous and trusting for your own good, Ace watched with a simper as you fluttered your eyes shut as he continued to press small kisses along your sensitive neck, dragging the flesh of his moist lips against the flushing skin as he took advantage of you.

“Sleep if you need to,” he added.

Ace wasn’t sure if you were asleep or not, but he rolled overtop of you, pinning his hands beside your head as he stared down at you. Prepossessing and alluring, you looked like a damn angel with your countenance eased.

Tracing a hand under your shirt as if he’s holding your hip, Ace drew his lips down to your chest where he placed another kiss right above where your heart rests. Before then bringing his mouth back up to press harder, firmer kisses on your neck.

Hearing as you made a soft noise in your sleep, Ace couldn’t fathom what the other boys in school didn’t see in you; you were adorable. The cutest in the world. It was unbearable.

He was losing control⋯ the enticement of your skin heating up beneath his mouth was clouding his mind, corrupting his sense of command. And so, Ace kissed you deeply on the lips; keeping you restrained against the bed so you couldn’t move or escape.

Your eyes flung open in discombobulation, and Ace kept his lips attached to yours in order to occlude you from speaking properly.

“Shh⋯ just lay back,” Ace whispered, hand roaming beneath your shirt and leaving searing imprints along your belly, “I’ll make you feel good, best you’d ever had.”

Kissing you once more, sensual and deep, Ace felt your lips part and he didn't squander a second before rolling his tongue into your mouth—even if that wasn’t your intention. Groaning against your lips, Ace clasped your waist and dug his hand into you.

Feebly struggling, you couldn’t stop Ace from affixing his lips onto your neck once more; mewling as he begins to suckle on your skin, teeth roughly, he was inexperienced, sinking down. “Wh-Why do⋯ you want to?”

“Because⋯ I want you. All of you,” Ace heaved, leaving a bright hickey on the side of your neck, “and it’s about time you see that.”

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Subtle suggestive smut prompts :

1. "I've missed your touch." 2. "I think about you. Ceaselessly." 3. "You feel so good." 4. "Let me look at you." 5. "Don't stop." 6. "Say it again." 7. "Tell me again." 8. "Your wish is my command." 9. "I am yours to do as you please." 10. "You don't know what you do to me." 11. "You are all I can think about." 12. "The things I want to do to you..." 13. "I want you. All of you." 14. "Take it off." 15. "Close your eyes." 16. "Tell me what you want. In details." 17. "I could come just from looking at you." 18. "Just for me." 19. "You're not playing fair." 20. "Leave it on." 21. "Please." 22. "You'll be the end of me." 23. "I can't wait to take this off you." 24. "Slower. I want to make this last." 25. "Tighter." 26. "Show me." 27. "Just for you." 28. "You blush so beautifully." 29. "I can't get enough of you." 30. "Make me yours."

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so i may never forget the air you carved out.

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader cw: highly suggestive, a little jealousy from riddle

Everyone would testify to the strange fact that Riddle had never, ever collared you—and, with all the evidence provided by Heartslabyul residents, his verdict to this crime would undoubtedly be guilty.

Because as much as Riddle wanted to, he couldn’t.

“Wider—open your mouth wider,” Riddle instructed as the lithe fingers twined around your jaw tightened, extirpating any thought you had about escaping. “This is your punishment, be good and take it.”

Enclosed within the confines of Riddle’s dorm room, the two of you nestled on his petite couch, you felt your body tremble beneath his puissant authority. You obeyed his command, parting your cute lips as you squeezed your eyes shut; and Riddle had to admit, this sight alone was tantalizingly adorable.

With you quivering in titillating anticipation as your mouth opens, awaiting anything and everything he’ll give you, you were the definition of perfection.

Riddle cupped his soft lips over yours, the sensual brush evoking heat from the depths of your core, before his tongue slipped into the interstice—and your fingers immediately clung onto his jacket, grasping for balance whilst his tongue moved in your mouth.

Tracing along every ridge with appetitive care, Riddle’s tongue continued to roll against yours as your lips rounded against one another. “You have my permission to moan, I want to hear you,” he breathed out between kisses, refusing to allow you a second to collect yourself.

This is a punishment, after all, for breaking Rules #703. Riddle was really looking forward to having you serve him tea—yet, at the last minute, you chose to go off and assist Ace in tending to the hedgehogs.

Even if you doing such a thing is one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place⋯ he just couldn’t resist pinning you to his couch like this, keeping you all to himself as he gives you your punishment.

A soft, needy moan overflowed into the kiss as Riddle kissed you deeper, his tongue moving more roughly in tandem with his lips.

“That’s it, let me hear your moans,” Riddle coaxed you, bringing a hand down to your thigh; where he began to massage circles with his thumb, each gyration coming closer to your inner-thigh and permeating warmth between your legs.

Riddle could feel you gasp, allowing him another opportunity to devour your mouth with his—and your saliva coalesced together, converging in the corner and threatening to spill over.

“Such a sweet taste⋯ tell me, did you enjoy being with Ace?” Riddle asked against you with a sardonic simper, finally pulling back—fingers propping your chin up, scrutinizing your dazed and flushed expression as the drool pools down your skin. “Or were you hoping for this to happen?”

Whenever Riddle collared someone, their expression reflected despondency and spite against him—he was aware that everyone feared him—and he couldn’t bear to have you look at him like that.

That’s why he had never, ever collared you.

Watching you unravel before him with your dizzy, half-lidded eyes fixated on only him as your lips grow swollen from his kisses was much more satisfying, he thought.

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i'll be writing a proper intro soon!! 🤭 you got 5 whole yan boys after you, i'm so excited 💘 good luck >:)

I don't know what that au is about but Shye's writing is god tier. Also there's yandere so rip the reader XD.

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「hanayome au ; yandere heartslabyul」

Held once every few decades, a mark representing a house candidate appears on the hanayome bride's body. The first one who blooms their corresponding mark will be the one chosen to become the new head. Under traditional circumstances, there should have only been one hanayome per candidate—however, this year, all candidates are connected to a single, lone hanayome.

"You're quite pitiful, aren’t you?" And to exacerbate your plight even worse, you began suffering from bursts of fever-like symptoms and acute chest pain after these marks come into fruition from the ‘hanayome’ curse; and they can only be calmed by ‘acts of love’⋯

SETTING: HOUSE OF HEARTSLABYUL  a house based on the queen of heart’s nature of strictness.

heartslabyul is a house well-known for its long list of rules—810, to be precise—written by the late queen of heart's herself; and it's expected that each and every resident abide by them. should they find themselves breaking even one rule, accidental or not, insignificant or not, it will be swiftly dealt with and result in their beheading by the current housewarden.

RIDDLE (rose) ;; house of heartslabyul's current housewarden—said to be among the strictest of all previous heads, he staunchly upholds the rules; and before the appearance of you, bearing the various hanayome marks, believed he'd continue to be head of house. ↠ mark location: left chest.

ACE (heart) ;; the very first friend you made upon accepting the duties of being night raven's prefect—he's a quick-thinker with a talent for deception, but cherishes you more than anything beneath his teasing streaks; his current problem is, though, he acts a little entitled with you, and so, don’t you think you owe it to him to help him become head and beat riddle? ↠ mark location: left inner thigh.

DEUCE (spade) ;; another one of your close friends that complete your trio—a serious and straightforward person, he's on his best behavior; both with you and the hanayome ordeal, yet you get the feeling that he's becoming desperate about something. ↠ mark location: right ankle.

TREY (clover) ;; house of heartslabyul's vice-housewarden—seen as the resident's parental figure, he's mild-tempered and balances out the irascible housewarden; however, because he is riddle's childhood friend, he has his own reservations about the hanayome selection process. ↠ mark location: right wrist.

CATER (diamond) ;; often called upon as the residential mediator and your self-proclaimed guide at house of heartslabyul—you've gotten the impression that he's unconcerned with the hanayome ordeal and trust him greatly; however, underneath that easygoing veneer and hidden away from your eyes, he has his own set of secrets. ↠ mark location: lower back.

all characters depicted are 18+. this series will contain yandere themes and toxic behavior, please interact with caution.

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I'm a bit curious, will this be for mostly for riddle x the reader like on your ao3? Love your stories.

thank you so much! ♡ i swear i'll be writing for other characters eventually LOL (i have a few heartslabyul-centric aus i do wish to write as well... and beach lilia!!)

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can i request yandere jamil if you can write it?? ขอบคุณนะะะะ~~ !!!

General Yandere! Jamil Headcanons

▍ CW: Yandere, toxic, dark content, I'd run if I were you /j, obsession, etc.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ . ┊ Note: A fellow twst Thai fan｡(*･ω･)ﾉ~?

• He looks down on your gullibility.

• It makes him disdain at you about how thoughtless you were. Just the kind of people that he abhors.

• He remained unaffected when interacting with you. Mostly. He smiled, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

• He played the part of being the trustworthy senior for you. Outstandingly might I add. Scarily so.

• You were simple-minded, and how stupid can you be? Apparently a lot, to approach him like this.

• Didn't your parents warn you of monsters?

• Because he was the embodiment of that, if you weren't careful, you'll be devoured by him.

• He questioned your goals when you pleaded at him to instruct you how to dance for a show. Jamil has that face which has an air of nonchalance with you.

• “You owe me. Don't forget that.”

• He said with an indescribable attitude.

• He was a patient trainer, if he overlooked how you were ridiculously slow at reading him, you weren't even that horrible, you were a good listener to him.

• Or did he misjudge you?

• He penned down on his journal.

• “You don't have to pretend, you're not happy with me or your dorm leader isn't it?” You said firmly.

• My, so you can tell he was that?

• He leered his gaze up to look at you.

• “And?”

• It would seem that you weren't dim-witted.

• If you were to spout about companionship to him, he would be so done with you today.

• “If I may, I can help you with your chores?”

• As a thank you because of him teaching you?

• “Why not?”

• He wouldn't say no to this.

•━━━━༻❝ 🐍 ❞༺ ━━━━•

• He take back what he thought about you.

• Your presence.. he can be thankful.

• He was biased because you lessen his burdens with his role of babysitting his housewarden.

• You didn't sham or do empty offers with him. He doesn't show it much that he's warming up.

• Don't misunderstood, he did believe you were more welcoming than anyone else here. At least.

• Many friends of yours would be perplexed to why you chose to be with this vice head than them.

• Your responded with; “Because I would like to.”

• He overheard about your chat.

• You.. don't have hidden agendas? Unlike Azul?

• Jamil sighed. You.. wouldn't pull it off, why was he so on guard with you in the beginning?

• With this revelation, he felt assured with himself.

• Since you wished to be with him...

• You wouldn't back out of this, would you?

• Driving a wedge between you and your dorm mates was facile for him, you'd be dumbfounded to their change of demeanor. And would be in anguish.

• You would be by yourself.

• With your eyes wetting at the corner.

• And he? What he did was to be with you, saying the kindest things in the world to be in your favor.

• And you wouldn't suspect him.

• You trembled as you stayed near him, he was magnanimous with you as he hummed.

• Was it too sadistic of him?

• He narrated a story from a book for you, and acted as a caring partner. As if he wasn't the culprit.

• You dozed off as he put his hand on you. Your head hazy as you slumbered away to your dreamland.

• “Are you asleep?”

• You didn't register how cocky his laugh was.

• Can you escape? Away from him? If you don't notice who was causing your miseries?