#i spent too much time on AZUL too HES ONLY A SMALL DRAWING

[tr6polla]

summary : when his s/o offers to let him rest up on their lap ! ; gender neutral

character : azul

warnings : none !

azul’s hand was held tightly in yours, fingers interlaced firmly to keep him in tow behind you as you led him towards the plush cushions set out in the center of his office. you hear him hum in question behind you, curious of your sudden initiative to drag him away from the desk he had been sitting at.

“you’ve been working too hard lately, don’t you think ?” you tug him down to settle on the seat with you. his eyes are tired, no doubt from the mindless hours he’d spent just before pouring over a thick stack of paperwork regarding mostro lounge’s finances. azul had always been a hard worker, constantly working towards improving both himself and his assets. evidently enough, his ever so diligent ways had managed to put him in the state you’d found him in - worn out and overworked and deserving of no less than a nice, long break.

“i can’t say i agree,” his smiles wryly. “i’ll be sure to spend my time with you once i’m done, dear.”

“i promise i wont keep you for long ! come closer, i know the perfect place for you to recharge.” you pat your lap, ushering him to lay back across the length of the couch and rest his head on your thighs.

azul’s eyes widen at your suggestion, ears rapidly growing pink at the thought of such an intimate act. he forces out a cough and stares at you in bewilderment for a good second or two, too caught off guard by the sudden proposal.

“i couldn’t,” he takes an extra moment to fully compose himself, ready to reject your generous offer without a second thought. “i couldn’t possibly do such a thing. perhaps i can indulge you some other time.”

azul tries to stand, only to be stopped by a tug of his sleeve. he looks towards you once more, this time with his nerves steeled with his resolve to continue with his remaining workload.

“but azul . . .” you draw out his name, eyebrows furrowing to mask your face in the look of desperation you’d known azul to be weak to.

he falters, defenses quickly crumbling at the motion of your begging. as much as he would loath to admit, the soft spot hidden within the crevices of azul’s heart were reserved for you and only you. it was a weakness he’d never thought would come to fruition - and yet there he was, stuck with a racing heart and a mind scrambling to cling to his original intent.

azul finally sighs, letting himself give into your enticing offer. he’s silent, only managing to settle himself onto your lap without making direct eye contact with you, you breathe out a laugh at his stiffness, assuring him that there was no need to be so embarrassed. 

“you’re much too kind to me.” his hand comes up to gingerly cup your cheek, fingers softly caressing your skin. his touch lingers, encompassing what you’d think could be all the gentleness in the world. the tip of his fingers trace along the edge of your jawline before his thumb brushes against your lips. he drops his hand then, unknowingly leaving you to reel at the loss of his delicate touch.

he shuts his eyes with a small smile playing on his lips. you can barely hear his next words, too engulfed in the warm feeling azul had left behind in the wake of his affectionate touches.

“thank you.”

[twistedtummies2]

Birthday Belly (LeonaXReader)

I wrote this yesterday for my own birthday. I didn’t really go into this with much of a plan, this story is 99% just me freestyling and whipping out some self-indulgent nonsense involving Leona Kingscholar and his appetite. It came out to about 4000 words, which is relatively short for MY stories on here. XD Hopefully you all will enjoy it.

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Living at the Ramshackle Dorm had, you thought, left you almost impervious to surprises. The 999 Happy Haunts who inhabited the old manor house had tried nearly every trick up their capes to spook you and shock you, and after dealing with so many dark mages for so long – facing demigods and fairy princes along the way – you didn’t think much could startle you. Today, you were going to be proven wrong. You sighed with some relief, removing your obligatory birthday sash and letting it drape over the arm-rest of the sofa as he leaned back and closed your eyes. Back in your homeworld, you had never really been much of a party person. You had never much cared for crowds, even among people you knew well; part of the joy of being one of only two (living) beings who called Ravenswood Manor home was that you were able to find privacy and peace fairly easily. However, despite not being a mage, and despite being so lonely there, your friends and the school itself had gone to a great deal of trouble to provide you with a party. You smiled wearily as you eyed the streamers and other decorations strung about your ground floor rooms. A huge banner reading “Happy Birthday…!” and followed by your name was hung over the fireplace, and piled up next to the spot where you’d installed your television and other such things was a stack of presents you had gotten from all your friends.

Ace had given you a set of playing cards and poker chips, winking as he promised to give you a chance to put them to use. Deuce, meanwhile, had been much more sensible, purchasing some cooking apparel he knew you could put to good use. Riddle Rosehearts, meanwhile, brought you some cherry tarts he and Trey had made together. Cater Diamond also appeared, and had bought a new external drive for your laptop computer. “I would have gotten you a new phone,” Cater had smiled. “But I didn’t think you needed one. Speaking of, BIRTHDAY SELFIE! COME ON OVER HERE…!” Idia hadn’t stayed for the party, but his brother Ortho had been happy to pop in. The two had pitched their cash together to buy you a new game system, along with a new game to play on it. Idia had personally sent a birthday card, as well; according to Ortho, his hands had been shaking so much trying to figure out what to write in it, he thought his brother’s fingers might fall off. All Idia had written in the card was, “Have a nice day,” probably because he had freaked out at the thought of saying anything else. Poor dear. Somebody – you weren’t sure who – had very, VERY wisely remembered to invite Malleus Draconia, who came with Silver. Silver spent most of the party sleeping, but Malleus had been kind enough to bestow a gift of his own, in the form of a leatherbound edition of The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Naturally, Kalim had shown up, tugging Jamil along behind him. Each had a different gift to give: Kalim had brought a VERY expensive looking carpet, done in the ornate styling of his homeland. “It’s been in my family for…um…uh…” he had paused to try and count the years on his fingers…and eventually ran out of fingers AND toes to count on. “…A very, very long time! Like…SUPER long! I thought it might look nice in your bedroom or the ballroom or something! It’s, uh…it’s not too much, is it?” Gods bless that Baby Otter. He needed so many hugs. Jamil’s gift had been much more reserved: a mancala game box, which he had presented all while trying not to blush under his black hood. Vil had stopped by for a short while; he’d only stayed briefly, claiming the “decadent atmosphere of your gloomy domicile” would mess up his hairdo. (Go figure.) However, he had kindly brought you a gift in the form of custom-made suit of clothes he had ordered from his own personal tailor: some of the finest and most formal wear you had ever seen in your life. “Now you can actually look halfway presentable, instead of resembling a half-baked potato, next time there’s a big event,” he had smiled, as if he had been doing you a tremendous favor. Well. With clothes like this, you weren’t going to argue or complain. Azul had stopped for a brief “hello and goodbye” visit; he actually wanted to stay longer – Floyd, who had been with him, seemed particularly sad he couldn’t stay and squeeze his favorite “Little Shrimp” half to death all afternoon and evening…and in his case, that phrase was probably literal – but the Mostro Lounge was open that day, and he didn’t want to leave Jade in charge of things alone for TOO long at the office. The octopus man had brought you a bracelet covered in small seashells: simple, but surprisingly sweeter than you had expected. Floyd, meanwhile…he just hugged you. “What’s a better present for Shrimpy than a nice, tight SQUEEZE from their bestest, most favorite eel-person…riiiiiiight?” The safety of your spine and lungs demanded you agree and hug Floyd back. Ruggie and Jack had been among the first to show up. The latter had brought a hastily-wrapped DVD: a movie entitled “The Wolf of Pumpkin Hollow.” “I didn’t get this because I actually care,” he had clarified, looking everywhere but at your face and scratching the back of his white-eared head. “Just…everyone else would have thought it was rude if I didn’t get you something. Not that it matters what they think! Just…didn’t want to have to put up with it.” He was such a puppy. He truly was. Not only was Ruggie one of the first to arrive, he turned out to be THE first to give you your gift: a box of doughnuts. All glazed. “My grandma used to tell me: ‘Ruggie, get people the same kinds of gifts you’d want them to get you.’ Well, I can’t think of much I want more than doughnuts!” he sang out with an innocent smile. “You just wanted to have some to eat yourself, didn’t you?” you couldn’t help but smirk. Ruggie had gasped, seemingly offended…only to eventually ask if he could have some. The four remaining doughnuts – which you had to sneak away while the hyena wasn’t looking – were now on a plate in your fridge. You’d eat them later. Others had come and gone throughout the day; none of them had gifts to bring, but they had been happy to pop in, give well-wishes, and enjoy the party for a while. Now, however, all the guests were gone; even Grim had left, as you had asked him for some alone time that night. He and the gang from Heartslabyul were going to have a sleepover as a result. Despite the smile on your face as you looked over at your gifts, there was a hint of sadness to your expression. The one person whose presence you’d been looking forward to most hadn’t come. You’d asked his dorm-mates if they knew where he was or what he was doing, but none of them told you. Most of them very clearly had no clue…except for Ruggie. You got the feeling he DID know, he just wasn’t telling. Honestly, that didn’t settle your mind much. Your smile faded completely, and you closed your eyes once more, sighing through your nose…this time with a hint of despondency. Had he forgotten it was your birthday? Was he with somebody else right now? Maybe he was sleeping somewhere, like the big, lazy kit he was…some part of you – you couldn’t tell what part – kind of hoped that was all it was. He probably wasn’t hurt or sick…if he had been you’d think Ruggie would have told you… You glanced out the window. Evening was turning into night. You huffed softly through your nostrils, and stretched a bit where you sat. The party had worn you out more than you thought. You shook your head to clear it of your more perturbing thoughts, and began to wonder if you should just get to bed early tonight… A knock came at the door, jolting you to a more attentive state. You stood up from the ouch and headed out through the hall to the foyer. You wondered who it was…had one of the guests left something behind? As you approached the door, you adjusted your pristine white suit – another obligatory item for those celebrating a birthday at Night Raven College – which must have made whoever was on the other side impatient: they knocked again. “One moment, I’m here!” you called out, and opened the door. “Who’s-?” You froze, the word “there” dying before it ever reached your larynx. The first thing your eyes took in was the familiar, dimly-glowing pair of green ones staring back at you, as well as the dark mane and leonine ears and tail that accompanied their owner. A scar was slashed across one of the two eyes. The second thing – and the one that truly made you freeze – was the ENORMOUS, bare belly that was only inches away from you. The skin was tanned and smooth and supple-looking, the organ swollen to the size of a large watermelon, and only slightly less taut. The navel looked like the center of a maelstrom, drawing your attention towards that bloated gut as it let out a deep, burbling rumble…just before a black-clad hand slapped over it, hiding it from sight. At the same time, another hand suddenly scooped itself under your chin…and you found your head being tilted up, your eyes now locking on a pair of perfect-looking, velvety lips…which then parted to reveal a gaping, red mouth, dripping with saliva and framed by two rows of pointed, pearly fangs. You barely had time to take in the view of this glistening, slimy orifice…before your ears rang and your nose crinkled as two words were burped up. Right in your face. “HAAAAPPY…BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP-DAY!” The belch was followed by a light sigh and a chuckle as Leona Kingscholar patted his stomach proudly. It jiggled at his touch. He smirked as he took in your expression: a loopy, flushed look was on your face. You were swaying so much that if he removed his hand from under your chin at that moment, you might have just toppled over. “Hm-hm-hmmm…did you like that?” he purred, smoothly. You nodded dumbly, still smiling a loopy, dazed smile as the sound reverberated in your ears, and your nose tingled from the lingering odor of the lion’s gut gas: a strong, heady, meaty smell that twined through the pockets of your gray matter, practically putting you in a trance for several long seconds. Finally, you found your voice. “…Where have you been?” “Preparing your present,” Leona said, as if that should have been obvious, and gently nudged you back as he entered the house and swaggered past you. With every step, his hips swung, and you found your blush seemed to be permanent as you watched them rock and sway as he strutted towards the living room. You followed him as if a leash had been tied ‘round your neck, and watched as he flopped onto your couch, gut sloshing with every little motion of his form. He was dressed in his usual clothes, but his gut was so massive it caused his mustard-colored shirt to ride up, exposing his belly to the world. The lion demi growled as he reached down; his waistband was still buttoned up, and clearly it was causing him discomfort. His fingers fumbled for the belt buckle…and he frowned as he couldn’t quite get it to cooperate. “Tch. Figures,” he grumbled. “After that entrance…pain in my ass…” The familiar phrase snapped you out of your stupor, and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. You sat down next to your princely boyfriend, and shooed his hands away. He frowned, growling indignantly, but allowed you to fiddle with his buckle, and finally managed to work it off… POPK! ZZZRRRIIIP! GUHBLORLSH! Leona let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt as – the moment the buckle was released – his trouser button gave up the ghost, popping open as the zipper flew down, the sheer weight and pressure of his belly forcing them open. He sighed as his belly poured into his lap like a mass of mocha-colored dough, wobbling as it noisily burbled. “UUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRP!” he belted out. “Oof…that felt good…” You blushed bright red, helpless to do anything but nod; you were already starting to tremble at so many…APPEALING things happening all at once. Leona smirked anew as he noticed your expression, leaning back a little further against the sofa cushions as his scarred eye flashed with a superior gleam. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” “How much did you eat?” you asked, marveling at the size of his belly as you fingers fidgeted and twitched, looking for something to do. You suddenly felt a little parched… “Mmmmm…not enough,” Leona growled, and grinned wider, revealing his pointed teeth. “I could fit more in there, I’m sure…” He licked his lips in a sultry, almost inviting way. You couldn’t keep yourself from letting out a shaky, shuddering sound as you shivered, a mixture of warmth and cold flickering across your spine. Leona chuckled – his gut bounced with his mirth, and tilted his head back with a sigh. “Ahhhhhh…went to my favorite buffet and helped myself,” he elaborated as he gave his belly a few hearty slaps. “Pure meat, every ounce.” You nodded slowly, dumbly. Leona snorted through his nose, raising an eyebrow as he saw you openly ogle his stomach. “Hmph. Are you just gonna stare at it all night, Herbivore?” he grunted. He waited till you looked up at him before going on: “Go ahead. It’s not gonna rub itself.” Your heartbeat quickened and you smiled widely. Leona grimaced and snarled. “Oi…just rub, don’t gimme those eyes…you look like that brat back home…” You chuckled – it was hard not to giggle, honestly – and gratefully helped yourself to your “present.” Your hands quickly fell over Leona’s bloated gut as he stretched his arms over the back of the couch. You scooted closer, and quivered at the intense warmth of the half-lion’s greedy, globular gut. Your palms and fingers began to lightly run across his girth, stroking his belly, just to get a feel of the texture and temperature. His flesh was silky-smooth, making it so hard to resist just pressing your face against it and nuzzling into his belly… You did resist though. At least for the moment. Instead, your fingers began to knead and massage the belly of your beau, pressing down onto the thick soup you could feel churning away inside his bowels. You prodded experimentally, almost as if trying to distinguish each bit of food from the next…but there was no way you could. Whatever Leona had gobbled up was now little more than a uniform mush being swirled about by his strong stomach muscles. His insides warbled and rumbled, as if in response to your ministrations. Leona sighed, closing his eyes and savoring the way you massaged his distended tanker. In truth, the lazy lion didn’t need much of an excuse to stuff himself…but you didn’t care that much. Whether he did this for himself, or for you, as he claimed, the end result was the same. “Mmmmm…that’s it…keep it up,” he mumbled. “Wasn’t planning on stopping,” you said, more to yourself than him, but he snickered anyway. “Heh heh…good. Prey like you should be happy to have a chance like this,” he said, and playfully patted your cheek, causing your blush to intensify. A spike of ego shot up in you, and you purposefully pressed down harder against his stomach. It let out a HUMONGOUS groan, and Leona’s eyes widened and his cheeks ballooned…before he let out another sloppy, rumbling belch. “BUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLUUUUUUP! Haaah…oi. Not so rough,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at you, tail lashing and thumping against the sofa cushions. “Sorry,” you smiled innocently. “You had so much hot air in there, it clearly had to be let out.” Leona’s eyes narrowed further. “I could turn you into dust right here and right now,” he said, warningly. “I guess you could,” you said, smoothly, and then traced a finger around the rim of his deep, dark trench of a navel. The effect was instantaneous. Leona tensed up for a second, inhaling sharply through his teeth…then sighed and relaxed, all but melting into his seat, eyes fluttering closed again as he purred louder than ever. You smirked triumphantly, as you stuck your finger into his navel and wiggled it around a bit. “Still want to turn me into dust?” you teased. Leona could only moan. He moaned even louder as you cupped one hand on the underside of his belly: the softest, warmest, most sensitive portion of his abdomen. You gently rubbed your hand against them, and traced your fingers over his sides. You could hear his toes curl in his boots; his tail you could SEE curl into a spiral shape as he bit his lip with pleasure. “I’ll take that as a no,” you observed, a dreamy sort of sigh upon your lips as you were honestly enjoying this just as much as he was, a fact you made clear you when you half-consciously murmured: “You’re so SOFT…” “Mmmm…I’ll be softer once it’s all digested,” Leona mumbled. “Vargas is probably gonna complain…think he’d pester me about that stuff if I ate ‘im?” “I think if you ate Coach Vargas, you’d just get a bellyache,” you said, not wanting to add that someone as egotistical as Leona eating someone as showboating as Vargas probably meant all the weight would to his head… …Cracks like that weren’t funny, and could get you bitten. The second part you didn’t mind as much as one might think, to be fair. …You really needed to see a shrink… Leona just scoffed, unaware of your thoughts as you continued to rub and massage his belly. You gave the side of his belly a few hearty thumps, watching the way his belly shifted and jiggled like a water balloon. His stomach groaned and churned rhythmically, squelches and squeals of liquid being compressed and stirred echoing just beneath the luscious skin of the half-lion prince. It sounded like a huge vat of semi-solid mash being pumped and processed in a factory…a sound some might have considered nauseating, but you just bit your lip, rubbing and kneading more vigorously as you heard pockets of gas being released. As you kneaded and pressed down, Leona would BELCH and BURP periodically. Each was short and low, which only made you rub his gut more vigorously. He gave you a bored sort of look as he realized what you were doing. “Didn’t get enough to drink at your party, did you, you thirsty little Herbivore?” “Not even close,” you responded, without skipping a beat. Leona rolled his eyes, and held up a finger in a “one moment” gesture. He then curled that same finger down, balling that hand into a fist…and pumped his fist against his chest once, twice, thrice…before unleashing a true wall-rattler, which flapped his lips and made him go crosseyed. “GYYYYUUUUUHHHHHEEEEERRRRRWWWOOOOAAAAARRRRRIIIIIPLK!” Leona sighed as the eruption came to an end, and snorted as you squeaked at the sound. “Happy now?” he drawled boredly. “Very,” you peeped, patting his belly thankfully. Leona rolled his eyes as he scratched the side of his gut with his leather-tipped fingers, making it slosh under your palm. You quivered. His lips quirked. “Tch. You’re such a snack,” he muttered. “It’s amazing nobody’s already gobbled you up…” “Just lucky so far, I guess,” you shrugged, and scratched his belly with your own fingers. Leona let out a non-committal rumble…then smirked a bit. “We could fix that, you know,” he purred in a slippery, sly way. You froze, and looked up at him slowly, a little confused and slightly apprehensive. Leona smiled back, eyes half-lidded; the dominant, powerful, but affectionately amused smile that always left you shivering for all the right reasons. Then, one of his his hands lifted, and cupped your cheek. He brushed a thumb against it, and you smiled gently back… …Just before that same hand slid forward, and wrapped around the back of your head. “Here,” he growled, commandingly, as he began to force you downwards. “Listen. Feel.” You didn’t have much choice, and it wasn’t as if you would disobey if you could. You surrendered easily as he eased you down against his belly, pressing your head down and holding it firmly, curling his hand so one of your was right above his navel. You felt your chest flutter as the warmth of his body was now right up against your face, and the deep, thick GRRRROOOOLLLLLLG sounds of his ever-hungry belly echoed in your ear like rolling thunder. You stayed perfectly still; time and place seemed to fade into nothingness. All that mattered was the moment: you were hypnotized by his belly, barely conscious of anything. He started speaking, but it took you a few seconds to realize what he was even saying. “…I’d you’d like it, huh?” were the first words you made out, followed by still more: “I could swallow you alive, Herbivore. You’d slither right down my throat, curl up in my stomach…and never come out. I’d just fall asleep, and let you stay there. It wouldn’t have to hurt: one big burp, and your air would be history. Then, you’d go straight to my hips…my thighs…my ass…even my belly. Every part of me you love most.” He paused, purring as his stomach let out a greedy, longing rumble. “How does that sound for your birthday, Herbivore?” he crooned. “How would you like to spend your birthday – your LAST birthday – turning into more of the body you’re so in love with. To be the snack you’re supposed to be. To spend the rest of eternity as just a part of me.” None of these were spoken as questions. You shivered and let out a whimpering sound – not necessarily one of fear, either – as you heard him lick and smack his lips. He leaned down and sniffed at you, purring in the back of his throat. “Mmmmmmm…I could make that happen. Right here. Right now.” You bit your lip; as his stomach rumbled, you closed your eyes. You could picture yourself inside of there…partially submerged in acid and bubbling goo…embraced on every side by his powerful muscles…hearing him belch with satisfaction above and around you…rubbing over you as you were steadily digestedinside of him… You took longer than most people probably would before speaking. “I know you could,” you said, very softly, then added, “Maybe someday you will.” Leona blinked…then puffed with amusement, his smile growing slightly more affectionate as he ran his fingers through your hair the way a cat might. “Not ready to make this birthday your last, huh?” You opened one eye and carefully shook your head. “If it means next year I could get one as good as this, or better, definitely not,” you responded, without skipping a beat. Leona clucked his tongue, and removed his hand, letting it rest against the back of the sofa. He chuffed as your remained where you were, despite no longer being forced down. “Kinky little morsel,” he mumbled. “Guilty,” you responded in a slightly muffled voice as you freely nuzzled his abdomen, smirking as he purred anew, clearly enjoying it. Leona chuckled, and nudged you, indicating he wanted you to look up at him again. You did…and watched as his cheeks ballooned with gas as he caught a particularly low, gassy burp in his mouth… “HHHHRRRRMMMMLLLLRRRRPH…phoosh.” …Before blowing the residual fumes into your face, almost like a kiss. You nearly fainted dead away. Leona grinned. “Good?” was all he said. “Marry me now.” Leona barked out a laugh and gave your hair a ruffling, then shut his eyes and reclined peacefully once more. “Get back to rubbing, meat,” he growled. “Or I might just swallow you whether you want it or not. Don’t let your gift go to waste.” You smiled and eagerly got back to work, kissing and nuzzling and rubbing his belly worshipfully, without any sign of restraint. Leona’s purring heightened as you pampered his plumpened middle. “Mmmmm…happy birthday, Herbivore,” he growled. “Maybe next year, I’ll add you to my hips…” At the rate things were going…that was starting to sound like a promise more than anything else. If so…you could hardly wait till next year.

 The End

[twstoric]

give you everything

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Hi~ May i request a scenario with Malleus, Riddle and Azul with a dom packing s/o that will fuck the living daylights out of them?~ maybe a lil mind break and cumflation?~ ((I enjoyed bingeing your works so much holy fuck how does one even- ejwiwiksjsj)) ((❤️))

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: malleus draconia x m!reader, riddle rosehearts x m!reader, azul ashengrotto x m!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: the desire to have a part of you buried so deep is too strong to overlook~

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): breeding kink, dom!s/o, (slight) cum inflation, dirty talk (minor), mind break

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2.5k (total)

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this is literally making my inner dom quiver i—the biggest gold star for you ☆ and thank you for enjoying my work so much!! ;;

Malleus Draconia

There’s always something to look forward to in a dayーrather it be the start of a new chapter or the end of a cherished longing, there’s always the thrill of finding out what the day has in store for you. 

That small excitement always seems to grow just a bit more when you’re with a certain horned-headed lover of yours. The time spent can’t possibly compare to all the wonders of the worldーeach and every time spent together is to be cherished deeply; taken in with great care.

But this.

What a time to be alive. 

“Shall I put an heir in you, my King?” You breathe into his ear; so much teasing in your tone and so much seriousness behind your actions. “Would you like that? For me to fuck you full of my cum until you’re round and filled with my child.” A low chuckle leaves your lips, hips picking up pace in excitement from the visual of doing such things.

The ache in your thighs beg you to rest; muscles twitching with every movement but you can’t stop. You don’t think you want to. Not from the moment you’ve had Malleus in your arms and not from the moment he’s pulled you into his bedroom, a teasing smirk on his lips.

This could be.. your fifth.. sixth? No matter the number of times, but you know that you’ve been unable to stop since Malleus had pulled his clothes over his shoulder oh so slowly; the smirk never leaving his face. 

It’s like you’re in heat, mind frenzied with the lust and love you have for the fae under you and Mallues still holds his smile despite your fatigue. 

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and brushing his mouth against your. You feel the soft lick of his tongue over your lips, tasting your skin in his mouth and you’re out of breath when he pulls away. “You wish to have a child with me..? That would make you rule by my side for eternity,” his eyes glow like gemstones, casting a spell with no use of magic that has you utterly captivated. You don’t focus on the implications of his words.

Instead, you hiss, grinding your hips harshly and glaring down at him. “Unbelievable. You’re not tired, are you?” You sound so pathetic despite your faux anger, wheezing for breath and groaning when Malleus tightens intentionally. 

“Would you be able to fix that, I wonder..” He murmurs, running his hands down your face. A soft moan leaves his lips, barely noticeable when your hips thrust in a quick, short movement. His face flushes, eyes hazy with love and a smile spreads on his face. “You feel wonderful inside me,” He sounds so giddy while saying this, eyes twinkling like a child.

Not replying to his words, you prop yourself up higher by the knees; scooching closer to Malleus’ thighs as he watches you in wonder. Your cock almost slips from inside him but you quickly thrust forward to plug his hole. You’re not wasting a drop of cum tonight.

The hitch in the dark fae’s breath is noticeable as you raise his leg, clutching them together over your chest as you use his limbs as leverage to thrust in harder. Malleus’ back arches off the bed, the restriction to his leg making him unconsciously tighten up.

You pull his legs with each thrust. Sharp smacks of skin against skin echoing in the room and it’s when you push Malleus’ legs forwardーas if bending himーare you rewarded with the soft gasps and moans of your dark prince.

You feel the bubbling glee in the back of your throat; spurred by his pleasured gasps to fuck harder like your life depends on it. Your cock twitches, drawled out moans leaving your lips tangling with Malleus’ soft pants. He feels so fucking tight suddenly, squeezing and taking your cock like he was made for you. 

Malleus can feel the twitch of your cock, indication of your incoming climax and something in him lights aflame. He lets out a small moan, stomach tightening in knots and the suffocation of being bent by you is so delicious. His mind blanks, feeling nothing but the way your cock stuffs him full and how your fucking all your cum back into him.

He’s going to have an heir, he thinks. An heir with you. You’ll make such a wonderful ruler by his side… “A- ah-!” he gaps, spine arched prettily as he cums. You follow soon after and Malleus whimpers when you grind into him roughly, hips flushed against his ass and he’s only able to focus on the way your cum gushes into him.

He feels so full suddenly. Unable to breathe as you place his legs down and his body twitches with sensitivity. Your hips are still softly rutting into him, drawing out soft gasps from the ravenhead. 

Blinking away the bleariness in his eyes, Malleus lifts his head to look at you but his eyes widen at something else. 

You feel like cackling, the look of utter bewilderment or even astonishment on his face is priceless. His stomach, the usually lean muscle extends slightly; a small bump on the normally flat skin. 

Malleus’ lips part and close pathetically. Arms shaky as he tries to lift himself but you push him down again. His attention is directed back on you when you climb over him; jostling the cum inside him and Malleus’ face burns. 

You smirk, tracing your fingers on his face as if to mock his earlier actions. The alarm in his eyes is instantly replaced with a look of fondness, mouth pulled in a smile as you kiss him. 

“Shall we go again to ensure our future heir?”

Riddle Rosehearts

“You’re so acquiescent to the rules at times, Riddle,” you sigh, hips pressing harder against the redhead and he moans softly. “But that’s a good thing, you know?” 

A soft, breathy whimper leaves Riddle’s lips in response. His hand claws at your back, holding on to whatever sanity he has left when it feels like you’re stuffing him to the brim. “O- of course,” he manages to wheeze out. How his lungs are still working, he’s not sure. “A- all rules of The Queen of Hearts must be adhered to.” 

You smile, leaning down to kiss his neck and Riddle gasps at the sudden shift. “Aren’t you a good boy,” dark cherries blossom in his skin; you grin, snapping your hips against his suddenly. “Then you’ll listen to your Master’s rules, won’t you?”

Riddle doesn’t replyーcan’t reply; a load gasps leaving his lips as he pushes his chest up in an arch. Each drag of your cock against his walls further incinerates all thoughts in his head. He can’t think or feel anything but you. His veins course with the pleasure you’re giving him, face twisting in uncontained ecstasy. 

“Rule Number One, Riddle,” you pat his cheek to get him to focus. The redhead’s lips pull back in a grimace as he gives you a short nod. You smile, “You are to take every drop of cum I give you.” A sharp thrust punctuates your words and you grin when Riddle yelps in surprise. He’s already following your commands so charmingly. 

A soft grunt leaves the back of your throat; head dropped down briefly before perking back up. Suddenly, you're turning Riddle’s legs over as if turning a steering wheel and he gasps loudly, blinking for a moment before looking back at you. 

He’s on his stomach, arms close to his chest as he attempts to lift himself up but you’re already straddling the back of his thighs. He freezes, face close to the bedsheets and almost unwilling to turn around now that you’re on top of him like this. 

The soft glide of your fingers over his ass makes Riddle clench the bed sheets tightly, as if to brace himself for your next move. “Rule Number Two~” You sing-song, spreading his ass cheeks apart and you have to bite back a chortle when Riddle buries his face in the sheets. You ease your cock back inside him, sighing softly at the tight heat that surrounds you. “Don’t hide your voice.”

With that, you slam into him unrestrained. Hands caging the dorm head in and snapping your hips with all your strength. The loud smacks of each thrust makes Riddle squeal, biting on the cotton in his mouth before letting go when he feels you lean closer to his head. 

“Ngh-! Ah! F- feels good,” he whines, raising his ass to meet you halfway as tears stream down his face. His fingers are becoming numb from how tight he’s clenching them. Drool spills down his chin, tongue lolling out and eyes going hazy.

You bite the back of his neck, licking his skin and marking him up. “Rule- Rule Number Three,” you wheeze, almost falling on top of him from the euphoria. You kiss down his neck to his shoulder blade, nuzzling your face there and Riddle feels your smirk on his skin. “Scream my name, Riddle~”

As if a button was switched, Riddle throws his head back, grabbing the back of your head and pulling your hair to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. You instantly mark up his skin upon the silent request, blooming cherries on his skin with your mouth. 

“F- fuck-! Please, please, please..! M- master, give it to me! Your- your cum.. w- want your cum..” he begs, tears streaming down his face. 

Riddle wails loudly, body shuddering under you before he freezes and collapses on the bed. His legs are still twitching lightly, Riddle’s mind blanking and his face heats with each pump of your cum inside him. 

His breathing is heavy and ragged, not even registering when you pull out gently. It takes him some time to collect his strength and finally lift himself up but you see the way Riddle stops abruptly midway. 

His head hangs between his shoulders and you tentatively place a hand on his back, only then realising that he’s looking under him. Peeking down, your mouth gapes in awe at the slight stretch of his stomach, filled to impossible fullness. 

The redhead sits down slowly, hands placed between his thighs and eyes never leaving his stomach. You can feel the way your brain malfunctions when Riddle tilts his head to look at you, a lopsided smile on his lips;

“Since I failed to follow your third rule then.. Won’t you punish me, Master?”

Azul Ashengrotto

“T- to waste something so valuable...” Azul laments, frowning at the drops of cum painting his stomach. He looks so pained to see your essence dribbling down his skin like that. “Idiot..”

You click your tongue; eyes twitching in annoyance as you yank at Azul’s leg. How ungrateful. 

He yelps, not expecting the rough handling and splutters when you spread his legs widely. “If you want me to cum in you so bad, then I fucking will.” Your cock plunges into him without warning, Azul moaning in surprise as he bucks into you. He takes you so well—and still so fucking tight. 

You pant, bottoming out and grinding your hips roughly against him. Azul twitches with every harsh grind, head thrown back and clawing at whatever he can reach. 

“Please, please, please,” he chants, wiggling his ass and jostling your cock inside him. He moans in ecstasy at feeling the way your large girth stretches him deliciously—veins rubbing against his walls.  “Please, I want your cum,” he begs, face flushing and twisting pathetically. The thought of not receiving your cum inside him makes him so upset, tears spring up to his eyes. 

You curse loudly, drawing back and snapping back in, a loud smack resounding in the room when your pelvis makes contact with Azul’s plump ass. He squeals, eyes closed tightly with drool dripping down his chin. “I’ll fuck my cum inside you,” you groan, feeling the way Azul tightens at your words. “And you’ll take it. Like the good bitch you are.”

He feels like you’re blessing him with those words of promise. Yes, he wants to cheer, give me all your cum, every single drop, bury it deep inside me. 

His chest tightens with so much anticipation and glee. He’s so greedy with you. Taking everything you can offer him with eager hands and insatiable hunger. He wants your everything and he’ll make sure to get it. 

His moment of blissed pleasure comes to an abrupt end when his intuition is warning him of something. He frowns, lips pulled back in a snarl when you give him a mocking smile. Fuck thatーhe won’t let you get your way. 

The sudden force Azul uses when pushing you manages to catch you off guard enough for him to flip you over, quickly straddling your legs and stuffing your cock back inside him. The dorm head shudders violently, face flushed a bright red and a wide smile on his face. 

Azul’s hips rock back and forth, clenching and unclenching around your cock as he places his hands on your chest. “Th- this is necessary to keep your end of the deal, isn’t it?” He blinks his lashes at you prettily, breath stuttering when you place your hands on his waist.

A nagging feeling settles in the back of Azul’s mind when he sees your easy smile, brows raised as if questioning him. “So greedy,” you murmur, snaking your hand up his chest to pinch a pert nipple. “That’s fine..” A sharp glint in your eyes makes Azul’s stomach sink. “I’ll play your game.”

Too quickly for Azul to process, your hands wrap around his torso, knees bent upwards to push him towards your chest and you trap him in your arms as you fuck into him. He squeals loudly, body tensing in your arms but his hips fucks back onto you. 

You use your legs to push your ass up to drive deeper into him; muscles straining and protesting from the tiresome movement but you can’t think of thatーonly focusing on the way Azul scratches and claws at your chest in pure ecstasy. 

He’s chanting your name like a worshipper, drool and tears dripping down to your chest as your cock hits his prostate with each hard movement. Pushed over the brim with each clench of Azul’s ass, you plant your legs firmly on the bed before thrusting back in hard and burying your cock impossibly deep. 

Azul is still twitching by the time you lay down on the bed again, his face pressed against your neck. Spent and muscles aching, you breath a long sigh, throwing your head back against the pillows as Azul slowly pulls away from you.

The soft gasp he lets out draws your attention back on him and you look to see Azul blinking down at his stomach; eyes twitching slightly. “Th- this is..” he starts, voice wet as he places a hand on his stomach, bloated like a small balloon. 

He grins, ass pushing back and he gasps when feeling the swish of cum inside him. Azul places his hand on your chest again, blunt nails scratching your skin and hips rolling against yours.

“I believe you haven't given me every drop of your cum..?”

[twistedlymad]

Hello there I love your writing and read your headcannons for riddle with his child it was so sweet I wanted to ask if you could also do one for jade and floyd, only if you want to(:

Let me just say: Due to me experiencing Chapter 4, I have never ever been so happy to see the faces of Azul, Jade and Floyd. I’m just kidding, I already love them when their chapter debuted XD

Of course I’d write for Jade and Floyd!! Leech twins need all the love they can get! I do hope this headcanon is up to your expectations dear Anon! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!!

Also, once again, this features an aged up!Jade and Floyd. Side note, the baby is half human, half merfolk!

I hope I wrote their characters well, I may need more practice writing them OwO  (P.S IDK why I spent 5 hours on this.... I hope it was worth it QwQ)

Jade Leech

Jade would be the type of father that’s calm and collected at all times. So, when he finally caught wind of the news of his child, one can only see him having a closed-eye smile on his face. Do not fret though! In fact, internally, he was over the moon! 

He couldn’t believe it at first, he was having a BABY?! A SMALL CHILD?! A LITERAL LIVING CHILD?! So, shock could be found on his face as the realization slowly sunk it’s way into his head. Then, only came the closed-eye smile that I mentioned earlier.

He would go shopping for baby products as preparation for his young one. He would also do research on what would the baby normally eat, what signs would the baby normally show when they’re feeling a certain mood and so on, after all, he hasn’t seen a human/merfolk baby before, let alone take care of one! With the research he’s done, he could apply his newfound knowledge onto the products that he buys for his young one.

Literally, everything is perfect because he is perfect.

When his baby actually arrives, a tear slides down from his eye as he hears the crying sounds of a child, the crying sounds of HIS child. He has never heard anything so precious and cute in his entire life. Once he gets a good look at his young one, more tears start to come out as the nurse hands him his young one. He lets out a gentle smile and hugs his young one close to him, silently swearing to love his young one with all his heart only give the best of the best to his precious little gem.

All the baby products he bought beforehand actually came in handy. They definitely suited his young one well! From the type of food/nutrients his young one needs to eat to the size of their clothing, Jade would have calculated everything down to it’s very last detail. 

He would try to indulge his young one into his hobbies! He would set his young one in a high chair and make small little terrariums in front of them and his young one would just watch in awe. He would explain what he was doing, the type of plants used and his young one would respond either with a small little nod or just random words that they could say.

“And this mushroom is called the Agaricus bisporus. We’ll put some of these in here so your mother can cook something for us when it grows.” “Dada-A-Goo-Ga!!” “Yes, of course! We can’t forget to do that!” 

Jade would also tuck his little one in bed every night and plant a kiss on their head as he slowly exits the room.

Oh! Swimming lessons are a must as his child is also part-merfolk! He would want his child to be able to adapt to both water and land environments at an early age, that way, his young one is able to handle walking and swimming without any problems. He doesn’t want his precious little one to be like him when he first used his legs to walk.

Jade would also teach his young one proper manners and etiquette, or at least try to. He wouldn’t enforce the manners on his young one if they’re uncomfortable with it. But, he still would set a good example for his young one and hopefully his precious one will follow in his footsteps.

He would also take the young one mountain climbing every weekend! He would bring his precious one to go for a hike or just a little walk in a baby carrier. He wants his little one to love nature as much as he does and would look forward to many MANY outdoor activities with his precious one. He would also show his little one all the different types of fauna that could be found during the little trips they take.

As his precious little one continues to grow up, Jade decides to send them to human kindergarten instead of merfolk kindergarten. And since Jade doesn’t really know how human kindergarten worked, he would stick around the school for the first few days, just to observe his little one and what actually happens at the kindergarten.

He may or may not just went there to spy on his little one, making sure they aren’t bullied or whatsoever. Who knows am I right?

He’ll also be more cautious about their feelings. He wants to know that his child is safe and happy and that they aren’t bottling up their feelings whatsoever. At some point, Jade would’ve told his young one about his unique magic, so, lying is not an option at all. But, at the same time, Jade would usually initiate the conversation with his little one, just to let them be comfortable with telling him about either their day at school or just schoolwork in general.

If his young one is having a bad day, expect a lot of bonding time! And I mean A LOT of bonding time. Literally, Jade would either be seen having tea with his young one or just having a small nature walk with them. Anything to cheer his little one up. In the midst of ‘happy-cheeful-father-kid’ time, Jade would ask why they were down.

If the reason was because of schoolwork or just something else in general, he would do his best to help them and make them forget about their troubles by cheering them up.

However, if the reason was because of a person....

Huh? What? That child had to be transferred because they were exposed of their precious lies? Ugh, kids nowadays am I right?

Jade loves his little one with all his heart. Like I’ve said, he only wants the best for them and he would do anything and everything to make sure that his precious little one gets the ABSOLUTE best. He would ensure that his little one is happy and not stressed out at all. In fact, his child loves nature as much as he does and his little one always manages to surprise him with little terrariums of their own. Jade is glad that his precious one can find happiness in the things that he finds happiness in as well. He is very grateful to have this little precious child come into his life and he is very proud of his little one. 

His little one is absolutely glad to have such a perfect and understanding father and they love their father with all their heart as well. They know they could rely on him anytime and they do hope to be like him someday.

I’m sorry, this person is too perfect for me to actually write anything, so, just imagine the perfect father and BAM, you have Jade :’))

Floyd Leech

Okay, to put it in a simple way, everything that I had written for Jade, Floyd is the exact opposite.

I’m just kidding! I don’t wanna be squeezed by him :’)))

Or do I???

All jokes aside! Floyd would the type of father that is fun and carefree all the time! But! He’s also serious when needed. So, when he first heard news of his baby, he is sort of confused. And when someone explained the news to this wonderful goofball, his eyes literally lit up in excitement.

“Ahh? A little fish? I made a little fish?” .... I mean.... He’s not wrong.

In preparation for his little one’s arrival, he would rely on his brother for tips and resources. Don’t get me wrong, Floyd really tries his best to prepare for his little one as he wants to be able to welcome his little one without any problems, it’s just that he doesn’t know how. So, he usually brings Jade along with him as they go buy some baby products together.

Bless this lovely goofball for trying his best.

When the baby actually arrives, he feels a sense of pride as he knows that he managed to bring such a lovely and adorable little one to the world. A wide smile stuck itself on his face as he takes a good look and holds his little fish. He couldn’t BELIEVE that he was holding something so tiny and fragile. He was so shocked by the beauty of his little fish, he didn’t notice tears flowing out from his eyes. At that moment, he swore to love, cherish and protect his little fish and never let anything bad happen to them. 

However, he’s never really taken good care of kids before, so, he is actually kind of scared. He’s afraid that he’ll accidentally hurt his little one so he is EXTRA cautious with his actions whenever he’s handling his little fish. He literally does everything with extra care. For example, if he is feeding his young one, one can find him feeding his little one inside a pillow fort and on top of a big and fluffy pillow. 

Bless this goofball for trying his best x2.

But, as the weeks go by, he would get used to taking care of his little fish. Those fears he had slowly vanished and he’s more comfortable with his little one and he goes back to his carefree self. So, expect some crazy stuff happening when he has fun-time with his little fish. 

f-floYD, PUT THE CHILD DOWN!! DON’T FLING THE CHILD INTO THE AIR!!!

Floyd actually loves hearing his little fish laugh. He would do anything for that cute little giggle or squeal to bless his ears. Funny faces and tickling are his go-to actions to get his little one to smile and laugh in happiness. And when he hears that adorable giggle or laughter, he naturally smiles in response and continues his actions to make more giggles and laughter appear.

Hey, just because Floyd is carefree, that doesn’t mean he won’t discipline his little fish. Sure, his little one can have fun and be happy, but they have to be wary of actions which are okay and not okay. Floyd knows when and where to draw the line. 

If his little fish is tired for the day or absolutely worn out, Floyd would carry his little one to bed and tuck them in. He smiles at his little one’s sleeping form before exciting the room.

Swimming lessons are also a MUST for his little fish. They are half merfolk after all, if they know how to walk, they must know how to swim. Floyd would actually take it upon himself to teach his little fish on the basics of swimming. 

He.... At some point may or may not almost flung his little fish into the water whilst yelling: “Let the water guide you!”

Expect little dancing parties with Floyd and his little one. Whenever Floyd starts to dance, his little fish would end up trying to copy his moves. Floyd takes notice of this and starts to lead his little one to dance along with him. No matter the song and place, the father and child would always have the best time of their lives by dancing.

They also have another method of having absolute fun. Pranking. Literally. Floyd and his little fish would come up with all sorts of pranks to pull on either their families or Floyd’s friends at gatherings. Their pranks could go from just a small and harmless one to one that would flip the entire building upside down. Floyd and his little fish would be howling with laughter every time their pranks had succeeded. If they didn’t, then, good luck taking care of one moody Floyd and one moody child.

As his little fish grows up, Floyd would also send them to human kindergarten as well. Although Floyd would have wanted his little fish to go to merfolk kindergarten instead, he knows that his little fish would probably be uncomfortable there. So, he agrees to send them to human kindergarten. Well, as long as his little fish is happy, he is happy as well.

Floyd KNOWS when his little fish is having a bad day. Somehow, this goofball can sense whenever his little fish is feeling down. As soon as his little one comes home, Floyd is immediately hugging his little one and asking them what’s wrong.

If the problem was just because they were having a bad day in general. Remember all the fun activities I mentioned that Floyd would do to have fun? Yeah, everything happened. It was a day with fun filled to the brim.

However, if the problem was a person....

Looks like someone is getting squeezed soon.

For real, Floyd would have the face he has on his groovy SSR card as he accompanies his little fish to school the next day.

“So... Which one of you fishes made MY angelfish feel sad yesterday?”

May the lord have mercy on all the staff and other children of that kindergarten.

All in all, Floyd absolutely adores and loves his little angelfish for he has never seen anything as perfect as they are. He makes sure that his precious angelfish gets all the joy and fun in the world and knows that he loves them oh so much. His angelfish knows that they’re loved by their wonderful dad and loves him as much as he loves them. Floyd knows it and he is happy to know it.

Bless this goofball of a dad x3

~Little Bonus!~

With the benefit of being twins, both Jade and Floyd would trick their kids sometimes.

Usually, when they get together for play dates, their kids would be extra cautious on who was their father as Jade and Floyd would not even be separated.

“Oya? You thought I was your father? My dear one, your father is over there.” Jade said to Floyd’s child.

“Ehhhh? Me? Jade? No little angelfish, Jade’s over there~” Floyd said to Jade’s child.

Sometimes, they would deny being themselves! Like, Jade would deny being Jade and Floyd would deny being Floyd. 

They would literally say the exact same things that I’ve listed above to their own kids.

This confused the kids SO MUCH. 

I think both kids ended up crying one time.

Feel free to smack the duo for traumatizing their little ones though :)

[wonderland-in-bloom]

the battle for a princess pt.2

[dorm leaders x reader]

@selfinsertheaven asked: Yaaaaaaay I've been waiting for this!!!! If it's not too much to ask, could I get a oneshot of the House Leaders falling for female reader who's basically a Disney princess (kind, gentle, can sing really nice, the works) and them trying to make her fall for them/compete for her heart. Thank you so much I absolutely adore your writing!!

part two!! lezgooo!!

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“shh, shhh. it’s okay little one.” he cooed. “want to help me take care of him, (y/n)?” what you and riddle both failed to realize, was that the three remaining dorm leaders had a plan up their sleeves. you and riddle managed to treat the little hedgehog. it had a little injury on it’s left leg and you managed to wrap it up pretty nicely. “you’d make a good nurse, (y/n).” riddle complimented you as you rubbed the bridge of the hedgehog’s nose, hoping it’ll fall asleep. “you think so? maybe animals yeah...but people?” riddle smiled a gentle smile, something the heartslabyul students rarely see. “of course. you did cure my broken heart after all.” you giggled. “ah riddle, the overblot situation? it was nothing...” 

it didn’t cross your mind that riddle was flirting with you. you just assumed he was being friendly. this didn’t matter to riddle however, he got to spend time with you and had all the time in the world to win you over. “(y/n)...i-” riddle’s sentence was cut off with cater and trey running towards his direction. “RIDDLE! SOMETHING! BAD! HAPPENED-” you two followed cater and trey to go to the area of the gardens with the rose bushes. riddle’s jaw dropped when he saw the roses painted in blue and green paint. his face began to get redder by the second, and you tried your best to calm him down and didn’t make him explode. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you saw jade and floyd from a shrub. “you wouldn’t wanna see this, come with us.” you hesitantly left riddle to let cater and trey take care of him while you muttered a small ‘sorry’. you followed jade and floyd who was presumably heading to the mostro lounge. “i assumed you two did that?” jade only let out a small chuckle but covered it with a cough and floyd just smirked. “the roses were waaaaay too boring. they’re just red or white. can’t the choose another color?” you shook your head. the truth was, azul told the two of them to distract riddle somehow so the both of them could lure you away all the way to the lounge. 

when the two double doors opened, you stepped into an empty lounge. the purple lighting only illuminated one table, with an all too familiar figure sitting there. “my sweet, precious (y/n). have a seat.” you shuddered at this eerie atmosphere. but you hesitantly took a seat across azul. once you sat down, the lights all bursted alive and the room was illuminated in different shades of color. you were shocked to see new decorations such as corals and chandeliers. “azul! look at what you’ve done with the place...” he chuckled. “of course i got the finest quality of decor. the finest, just like you...” you giggled. “you’re too sweet azul!” he smirked to himself. with a click of his fingers, a rainbow of food appeared in front of the both of you. “i’m planning to have new menus. please, be my taste tester.” you spent the whole afternoon with a happy heart and happy stomach. besides, you also got a chance to talk a lot with azul. this made him extremely happy, and he was actually shocked that there were no distractions from the other dorms at all. when the clock struck at around 8 pm you thanked azul for your little time together and left. on the way back to your dorm, you chuckled to see a figure leaning against the old dead tree of the ramshackle dorm. 

“isn’t it too late for a lady to be roaming around at this time of night?” you shrugged as you entered into the property of the dorm. closing the gate, you turned your head and gave malleus a small smile. “ehhh, i think it’s fine like this.” you approached malleus and that’s when he fixed his posture. “the night we met, i thought you said you would find other abandoned places to relax in.” he sighed. “it’s different now. would you believe me if i said i wanted to see you.” malleus was not the type to joke, you thought to yourself. you just shook off the thought however. “hmm. probably.” was it really though? or was he planning something? well that didn’t matter. “you must’ve been tired from today. you should get some rest.” malleus gently took a lock of your hair and gently kissed it. “goodnight, princess.” all you could do was giggle. you really didn’t know how to react. “goodnight, malleus.” as he exited through the front gate, you couldn’t refrain yourself from smiling. today has been such a weird day with different events involving all the dorm leaders. weird, you thought. 

after cleaning yourself and already tucked in bed with a loud grim snoring beside you, you received a video call from idia on your phone. you picked it up and saw him laying down on his bed. “hey (y/n)...i know it’s late. are you going to sleep yet?” you waved at him. “nope, it’s fine.” he sighed in relief. he promised you that the call would be short but it actually ended two hours later when the two of you were drowsy and really sleepy. “i think you should sleep now, (y/n).” you yawned and nodded. “i’m sorry for being weak at staying up late.” you chuckled. idia brushed it off. “it’s alright! really. after all, i’m the one who keeps talking to you.” idia hesitantly raised his left pointer finger and thumb to form a small little heart symbol while his left hand held his phone showing you his face and hand. “sweet dreams, (y/n). i hope you dream about me.” how adorable. “i really hope we can call each other again tomorrow. it’s been fun talking to you.” and with that the call ended. 

that night, you had a little trouble sleeping. you never realized how different and how caring all of the dorm leaders were towards you. were they in love with you? noooo of course not. well. at least you thought that was the case. 

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hey guys! i’m sorry if i write less nowadays (however i’ll try my best to upload one or two things each day) because i had a bandaid around my pointer finger and it’s actually really annoying to type with, and also cause the spark of inspiration for drawing came back lololol. i’ll promise to update everyday though :)) stay safe, stay healthy, stay happy guys! 

love, a♕

[crystalized-cove]

【Wishful Break】

[ Hello! I'm really sorry if I bothered you in some way;;; I really love your writing. May I request a scenario with Azul who had a really bad day then his s/o visits him in his office with a bright smile, asking him about his day to which he replied "It just gotten good actually, maybe even better". (I hope this is fine and I hope you don't mind xD) thank you and have a good day💕 - @ellielos ]

Your request is perfectly reasonable, rather it’s rather sweet. Anyone can overwork and feel overwhelmed, and then their mood is affected by it. Just do your best to enjoy your day, little guppy~

[ Azul Ashengrotto x Reader ]

     Everyone was an idiot to even get in his way. No one knew what he was going through, yet he kept on a smile just to see those poor, unfortunate souls suffer even more; trapped in the abyssal cracks they created for themselves. It was almost laughable each time how easy it was to draw them in and trap. Yet some of their requests were… unoriginal, to say the least. Easy to predict. Easy to read their thoughts and emotions. Easy to track what their next action was.

    It was all too easy, it became tedious.

    It all was beginning to almost become overbearing at once for the octopus-man. Tracking contracts, making new ones, studying and keeping up with assignments, as well as maintaining the Lounge for business; there was so much to do and so little time.

    All he could do at the moment though was smile and have Jade lead his latest client out the door, leaving him alone. Leaving the facade at the drop of a hat, burying his fingers through his silver locks. His glasses resting on the desk as his shoulders were tight, raised against his form. His posture was clearly not even remotely perfect, yet inside the office alone he just wanted to slink into a corner and not do anything else. It was getting close to breaking, which meant more rambunctious students and customers; meaning more money spent to fix objects broken, whether physical or emotional. He didn’t wish to spend even more money on things that were worthless.

    “Why can’t anything ever go to plan… This is why I let Jade handle people,” Azul sighs to himself, slowly fixing his hair as he kept himself leaned over his desk. One foot tapping the stone flooring before he hears a knock. The door opening without his consent as he could only deduce two people in his life who would barge into his office without him saying a word. Luckily for him, it was the only one he could handle at the time. His lips turning to a small, polite smile. “Angelfish, what brings you here?”

    “Well…” she draws her words out as she closes the door, walking over and tapping his nose lightly with her forefinger; smiling softly at him, “I wanted to check up on you. See how your day was since we’ve both been busy as of late.”

    Those simple words seemed to have flicked up something inside him, some hidden switch. His smile suddenly leaves as she knew something was wrong the moment she stepped in, his glasses still off. Moving closer, she wraps her arms loosely around his shoulders and pulls him close. Her fingers attracted to his soft locks as she guided his head to rest against her gut. Letting him stay seated as she kept up her smile.

    “Are you alright?”

    Frowning at her words, he didn’t even think of a response. Her touch drawing him in as he closed his eyes for a moment. His breathing growing heavy for a moment as he kept his face buried in her button-up, denying her access to view his face. His hands moving from the desk to around her waist, squeezing her close. Not even wishing to respond. But she knew better. She knew better than to push him out of his comfort zone. So she stayed silent as she comforted him. One hand trailing through his hair before traveling against the nape of his neck and back. Rubbing his shoulders in a circular motion to get him to de-stress. His tight shoulders easily visible in her eyes, which he knew wouldn’t have gone unnoticed anyway. Pressing her fingers into his shoulder before running against his back, moving up and down. Beginning to softly hum as she swayed a bit, changing her weight on both feet; back and forth. His head seeming to press into her gut, even more, clutching her blazer at this point. Seeming to not even wish to pull away from her. The two in a silent agreement, for the time being, no one bothering them for the next several minutes. His shoulders beginning to relax under her warm but fleeting touch, knowing he’d had to pull away at some point. Listening to her voice, he then pulled back and reached for his glasses. Feeling her hands brush over him as she does so first, placing them on and kissing the crown of his head. A small smile on her lips as their gazes meet. A sigh passing his lips, but they were uplifted now instead of a frown.

    “I think my day just got better.”

[flaming-potato-arson]

Fish Boy with the Ocean Eyes

Lance had always loved the ocean, even if it had made him a freak.

"Ocean Boy"  "Azul"  "Water Child" "Fish Stick" were all things someone could yell in the messy McClain household and expect Lance to come scrambling down the stairs and through stacks of books and toys and sometimes sleeping nephews and nieces. He spent hours at the shore, anticipating the end of waves rushing up on the coast and swallowing his feet.  Pastel shells and a clear blue sky begged to be stared at. The smell of the family pizza shack situated on a cliff floated on top the sea breeze, tickling stranger's stomachs. The only reason he never had to beg to go was because his uncle and mother worked on the beach and he'd only have to slip in the truck bed and they'd be off, rattling and bumping over potholes and broken asphalt while he'd smile and watch out the wooden fence to the new stretch of ocean. (Mama yelled at him for that.)

Being the Spirit Guardian of the Ocean was a surprise - that Blue would pick him, not that it was the ocean. The ocean was a part of Lance's soul (literally at this point) and a part of his life.  It had been the thing to end it, and restart it, as his mother liked to say.

The story went a little like this :

Lance's older sister, Annalise, had been sent out with Lance's older brother, Denver, and six-week old Lance while their mom and uncle worked the long summer lines at the pizza shack. Annalise, who was twelve at the time, dutifully held Lance and walked down the shore, Denver dancing ahead. Her stout, pretty face and dark brown eyes narrowed when Denver would approach strangers, and she ignored baby Lance trying to gum on her long,  black pigtail. "Denver, leave the dog alone!" Stalking over, she pulled her brother away, ignored the tired smiles of the college students, and decided sitting down and giving Lance to Denver was a good idea. This way, her braids wouldn't be slobbered on, and Denver was preoccupied.  She had started drawing in the sand, when she looked up to see two imprints in the sand but no little brothers. "Denver!" She had called, looking down the shore.

To her horror,  Denver had decided teaching his baby brother to swim was on the agenda today.

She had pulled Lance, blue lipped and unmoving, from the ocean and started running for the pizza shack, Denver screaming behind her as he followed. "Mama! Mama!" She yelled, tripping up the hill and feeling her heart stall when she almost dropped her brother. "Mama!" Whirling around the tables occupied with customers, she had burst into the kitchen. "Annalise, what-" Lance's mother stopped, seeing her baby in her daughter's arm, quiet and still. "Lonzo, close the shack." That was the last time the shack had been closed. They circled around him, laying him out on the countertop. Little slips of breath had started over his small, puckered lips, but his eyes were still closed, ocean blue pools hidden behind tan eyelids.  His mother had pressed two cautious fingers to his chest and sighed when a heartbeat pushed back. "Thank God, he's fine-" and that's when Lance opened his eyes, and exploded in a mass of frills, gills, and a tail. Mama screamed.

He still had that tail.

Well, it was bigger now, but Lance was still half fish. Apparently. He was pretty sure the ocean just liked to fuck with his family, and turning him into a mermaid was just a bigger step than washing away Papa's tackle boxes and stealing Gerald's umbrellas.  At least Marcie liked to stroke his tail and call him a princess when they had tea parties, even if Lance had to wear itchy hats filled with fluff and kill all the spiders. His tail had layers of scales the color of a blue ballpoint pen, a few shades darker than the frilly fins that really looked more like someone had sewn tissue paper into his body.  Lance knew they flared to make him look bigger, but he didn't really go swimming with sharks all that often, so he found them pretty to look at, and highly sensitive, but not much else. His gills were upwards slits in his neck that he sealed over at will. Small, grayish blue scales sometimes shimmered and grew around them when he changed.

None of his "fishy" attributes were super flashy (gorgeous, but not flashy) but they were pretty big.  He had always been skinny and lanky, which didn't bode well as a mermaid who didn't want a tail span that screamed for attention. The scales and muscles for his tail crept down from his waist and were prominent at his pelvis.  His legs were centimeters shorter than his tail, but the fins were massive.  Large, elegant folds of translucent blue that he couldn't hide, even if he tried. They didn't seem abnormally big, but Lance was the only mermaid he knew, and going around asking "Hey, show me your tail so we can compare fin sizes" to strangers seemed likely to backfire. But he was pretty sure they were proportional, so he hoped no one else was a mermaid. Giant fins were a hassle in the mornings.

Giant fins, gills, and a tail were also a hassle when one was trying to live in a human society.

Don't get him wrong - Lance loved his tail, the ocean, and how well the two went together. But trying to keep a lid on his other half was hard, even when he wasn't scared.

Fear turned out to be his main trigger. Little jump scares and actual, bloodcurdling horror both made him shift instinctively, heart pounding and fins rippling. Lance just avoided most slasher flicks and scary situations. None of those in a space war, of course.

He'd been lucky, time and time again, especially when his bayard was long range and kept him from getting too close to the enemy.  Countless times, his heart would be racing and his lungs stuttering, and then he'd notice something, usually something silly and dumb, but something, and he'd remember no one could know about this particular secret. And he'd laugh it off, letting the team hear him.  This wasn't a secret you whispered to your best friend in kindergarten, giggling and kicking sand out of the sandbox. This wasn't a secret you told your better, second-try's-the charm best friend in a dimly lit hallway, stolen wine in a sippy cup. This was a secret he'd have to die with,  one he'd hold close to himself forever, one he'd learned by heart and seared into his brain. This was the secret that held Lance's freedom in it's hands, tossing it back and forth like an endless ball of yarn, a little bit unraveling each time. He was just really, really hoping that endless ball of yarn was endlessly smooth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remember how he had said he had many close calls?

Yeah, he's going to add this one to the list as the dumbest.

He had been going to walk past the training room when-

WHOOSH

-out tumbled a sweaty Keith Kogane inches from his feet.

Lance had definitely jumped, feeling the adrenaline and surprise rushing through his veins, and trying desperately to not turn into a fish on the boy he may just be "pining" for.

"Oh, hey Lance, sorry about this, ah-" Keith gasped out, red face turning redder. His inky hair fanned around his head, leaving him even more messy looking . He stumbled on a syllable and jerkily pushed himself up and off the floor  " The ah, training bot swung at me and I ah, kinda overcompensated dodging...."  A hand came up to rub at his neck, a habit Lance had noticed Keith picked up from him over the weeks they'd been in space.  He tried to suppress the urge to make a pleased trill his inner fish gave off.

"Hey, I guess even samurai fall down sometimes, right?" He tried, pressing the demand to fan out his fins to the back of his mind.  "Ah, yeah, I guess." Keith smiled a little abashedly, which was kinda like a new type of heart attack for Lance. The quiet hum of the castle and empty hallways left out any distractions and left Lance all too aware of how personal this encounter was. Keith wasn't usually soft in his expressions or voice, and Lance had never seen him apologize and stumble on his words.

"Well, ah, I guess, you should get back to training? I mean if you want to?" Damn his mouth.

Keith's expression started to fall, but he quickly brightened up. " I could, but I could also do with a partner. You want to train? Or just watch? " Rough and clearly chewed on fingernails tapped a nervous rhythm on Keith's thigh but he gave a bright smile.

Jesus, this boy was going to be the death of him

"What, and miss a chance to point out when you're getting your ass kicked? Never." Lance grinned impishly at Keith, slipping in side beside him, feeling his heart pound at the annoyed eye roll. "Please, more like distract me from how bad you are." And the door slid closed behind them, the boy with a fiery soul and a fascination for swords, and the fish-boy who missed home but loved the stars.

[alldayieat]

One day in Guadalajara…

We were walking by some street performers and one of them was covered up in silver paint. You know, like pretending to be a statue that doesn’t move.

He was off to the side maybe maybe 15 feet away.

We were standing there for a minute or so watching this other guy be Michael Jackson. This guy was doing a real good job and had his whole dance in sync to “Thriller” which was playing on a speaker.

Then all of a sudden the silver paint statue guy blurts out “Jackie Chan!”

Obviously, he was talking to us. And we knew he was trying to get our attention, but we didn’t know what he was really trying to say. So we just laughed. (I don’t think I look like Jackie Chan.)

But I get those shoutouts every now and then when traveling.

Random people will say “Ja-pan” or “konnichiwa” when they get it right. Sometimes, they say something different.

I know they’re just trying to be friendly. But I don’t go around saying “Mexico!” or “Hola!” to random people on the street. Do you?

Maybe it’s a cultural thing. I think next time it happens, I’ll need to ask, why they say that.😆 The reality of travel.

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); So why Guadalajara?

This city was never on my radar, but having been to Mexico City so many times, I was ready to explore another big city.

According to Alaska Airlines, it’s one of the art capitals of Mexico. (Their advertising is probably how I got a glimpse into what the city has to offer. They fly direct from LAX.)

Though we didn’t get to see much gallery art, there was plenty of street art.

Our first glimpse of this was driving in from the airport.

When going through the hills into the city, there were several neighborhoods of single story houses with various colorful birds painted on the sides of the houses.

Usually one large bird per house. It added a lot of color and beauty to an otherwise, unremarkable brown and dry looking landscape. Look out for them if you ever end up visiting!

Another draw for me was the regional food.

Jalisco and Guadalajara have many of their own regional specialties.

After reading about them, I knew I’d eventually make there one day. Well, that day came and went quite quickly!

We spent 2 full days there and I think it was just enough for a good tease.

  Famous Foods of Guadalajara

Our first meal in the city was birria.  We got take out at Birriería las 9 Esquinas for breakfast on the way to the hotel.

It was quite heavy given that we had it for breakfast and it was mostly meat.

I’d describe it as spicy, rich, savory, and very meaty.

We ate it with tortillas and onions and additional hot sauce. It reminded me of pozole, but without the hominy. Yum!

After breakfast, we needed to go for a walk. So we set out to explore.😎

Our first stop was the main square. (Where else do you go ?!)

In the square they had a large Guadalajara art installation.

There was a pretty big line the entire time that we were there to get a picture with it.

We waited about 7 minutes to get ours. Not bad!

Throughout the square they also had a bunch of cartoon characters and mascots walking around posing for pictures for people too.

After hitting up the main square, we wandered down one of the Paseo Hospicio (one of the main streets) toward the Instituto Cultural Cabañas.

Once we made it there, we split a horchata since it was pretty warm out. Horchata is always so good in Mexico!!

On the way back, we saw some little electric cars being driven around by kids who looked liked they were having fun.

When I was a kid, those cars were one thing that I always wanted to drive. None of my friends had one, so I never got to drive one.

So I guess I have to just live vicariously through those little kids.

After thoroughly exploring the historical center, we ended up making a small trek to get tamales at Ricos Tamales for a late lunch.

We shared a red mole with pork tamale and a vegetable tamale as well as a vanilla atole drink.

While we were eating, a lot of local people stopped by to get take out.

This place was worth the trek as it was all very good!

For dinner, we had a reservation at Lula Bistro. It was my second choice for a nice meal, but the other restaurant Allium was MIA (according to their Facebook, they were out on holiday).

I’ll be sharing the Lula Bistro experience in a separate post tomorrow. It was definitely one of the highlights of our trip, food wise!

  Guadalajara Day 2: More Food

The next day we got chilaquiles for breakfast from La Chata.

This restaurant seemed to be pretty popular with the locals also. The chilaquiles were good, but to be honest, it’s not one of my favorites.

After breakfast we went to some of the produce markets since I wanted to get some beans and peppers to take home.

I got a pretty good amount (1 kg chiles -ancho, pasilla, mulato, guajillo + 1kg beans-peruano, texano, and flor de junio).

Now I just need to figure out what to do with them!! 😃 Any suggestions??

We dropped my haul back off at the hotel before going to get lunch.

We took a long 40 minute walk to get carne en su jugo. Which is stewed beef.

It came with tortillas, chips, onions, limes, and beans. This was sooo good.

I need to find a recipe and try to recreate this at home. 🍖

This dish alone totally made the trip worth it!!😋

There are two restaurants that seemed like the ‘go-to’ for this particular dish. We chose Kamilos 333 since it seemed less touristy and had better reviews.

It’s right next door is it’s competitor Karne Garibaldi, which has a Guinness world record of serving the fastest meal or something like that.

Kamilos was a good choice since the food was bomb. And, while we were their the clientele seemed to be local families and business people. Always a good sign, in my opinion!

After this, we did some more walking around at one of the local parks. We thought we knew where to enter but the entrance we tried to go to was closed.

We ended up walking around the entire perimeter of the park and ending up almost where we started before we were able to go in.

What kind of public park has one way in and one way out?! 😒 Parque Agua Azul !!

Since it was a weekend, they had a flea market nearby. It was mostly clothes and gothic apparel with the corresponding gothic looking crowd. Never expected to see that kind of a scene in Mexico, but there it was!

Just a block away, they had a completely different crowd. There was some sort of Hot Wheel convention going on. It looked like people where buying or trading cars. Yes, the little toy Hot Wheels! Totally different vibe!

After this, we headed back to get our bags as it was already time to go to the airport!

  In summary, I really liked Guadalajara. It didn’t have as many tourists as Mexico City.

It also felt a lot more Mexican and much more relaxed.

One thing I noticed about Guadalajara, is that the buildings are not tall. At most, those located downtown seemed only a few stories high. I think it seems to add a bit a of space or calm to the atmosphere.

If you ever get a chance, I would definitely consider visiting Guadalajara.

For me the food was my favorite part. I’m happy that I had the opportunity to try some of the regional specialties Guadalajara is known for.

I enjoyed seeing the new sights, sounds and smells. It was very stimulating and eye-opening. In a good way.

The real Mexico that you don’t hear about everyday.

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birria

guava and strawberry

city sign in the center square

line for the sign

cathedral

electric cars

long fountain

horchata

art

monument

near the center of the city

city info

art

characters

one of the markets

Ricos Tamales

tamales!!

the theatre

cathedral at dusk

chilaquiles

art in the works

art

art

another square

the place to get carne en su jugo

carne en su jugo

hot wheel convention

coconut + hochata

look at all that candy!

one of the shops i bought my goods at

airport

1 kg chiles (ancho, pasilla, mulato, guajillo) + 1kg beans!(peruano, texano, and flor de junio)

  If you haven’t already, you can also read my previous trip reports to Mexico below

Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 5 Mexico City Can’t Get Enough!

Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 4 Mexico City Discoveries

Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 3 Mexico City Never Gets Old

Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 2 Puebla

Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 1 Mexico City

Cozumel, Tulum, Playa del Carmen, BPM Festival Mexico 2016

Merida, Yucatan and Mexico City November 2015 Trip Report

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Mexico Trip December 2016: Part 6 Guadalajara One day in Guadalajara... We were walking by some street performers and one of them was covered up in silver paint.