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I Ain't Too Proud To Beg!

Ruggie Bucchi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4k+ Ao3 Word Count: 31k+

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Yohohohai!! I am here with more Ruggie Bucchi Propaganda!! This is the next part of my Ao3 series and this was inspired by a 90's song!! Women aren't often known to pursue sex like men when depicted in a lot of media. But... Reader gets just as horny as the average Tumblr and Ao3 enjoyer!! And now I shall convert you all into seeing the light that is: ☆Service Top Ruggie Bucchi☆ This is just the sfw post of course and the smutty goodness is on Ao3!! Also I want to thank my Moot and now close friend Scar for proof-reading on my behalf!! What a doll!! ↜(╰ >ω<)╯ψ <3 <3 <3

SUMMARY:

It was only a day later. You wished to get closer with Ruggie, but you continued to fall short on words. As you saw your chances start to slip further and further away, you decided to take a new approach with a presented opportunity. With a blushed face and hands tightly gripping his shirt... Ruggie got to see a much bolder side of you as you requested a walk out into the hall of Savanaclaw with him.

Tags: One-Sided... Or is it?

Your relationship with Ruggie has changed. At least, you felt like it had changed.

When you woke up, you were gifted with a small tray of pills and a glass of water on your nightstand. The hyena was gone. The pale sun filled the corners of your room as you sat up in bed, the blanket was slipping off of your naked body. You could see the dust floating through the air as you scrubbed the sleep from your eyes and let out a soft yawn. You looked over the small foil tray and quickly popped them out and into your palm. You took them with a sense of urgency as your brain began to catch up with your body. You had a feeling you knew what they were left there for. No need to think too hard about the medicine’s details.

As you finished the glass of water, you noticed a piece of paper on your nightstand. You set the glass aside to pick up the hastily created note. There was a drawing of you both on the front made in black pen. He was holding your hand in his, his tail appeared to be wagging and you had leaned over to kiss his cheek with your eyes closed. You flipped the paper around and scanned over the swirls of his r’s and the curves of his b’s. He was telling you that he was sorry he left so early and there was something in the oven for you to eat. Once you had your ‘medicine’ first.

He signed his name at the bottom; your thumb instinctively went to roll over the black ink etched into the paper. You could picture him in your mind, tail swishing from side to side as he worked in the silence of the morning. Only the birds chirping and crickets strumming joined him as he prepared his trip out of Ramshackle. Your heart pitter-pattered around your rib cage knowing he had done so much while you were sleeping. You almost felt guilty for not waking up sooner. You wanted to talk with him before he left. You wanted him to tell you good morning.

You wanted a kiss from Ruggie Bucchi.

You sighed as you slipped out of bed to get dressed for school. You had already missed a few classes but the least you could do was still show your face on campus. Once you laced up your shoes, you pulled open your door in search of Grim. You peeled into each of the usually vacant rooms in hopes of spotting the little gray monster. Once he was found, you walked into the room to shake him from side to side. With a soft yawn and blue eyes prying themselves open, the beast told you how sleeping in a separate bed was indeed lonely… But the rest he got was amazing! “Do you want to start sleeping in your own room from now on?” You suggested with a slight tilt of your head. You didn’t mind sharing a room with Grim, but you were a girl and he was… A pet cat? Of course Grim didn’t think seeing you in your underwear was a big deal when he came flying into the room. Even when he tried jumping into the bath with you to play in the soapy water it meant nothing to him. But it was the fact that you didn’t have any privacy in the dorm you were in charge of. And if Ruggie were to come back for a ‘next time’ like he claimed, you would definitely need that space to yourself. “Hmmm…” He trailed off with a hum and looked down at his paws. “I want to try it, just for a week! But of course, I still demand to have access to our bed! In case you get scared!” He agreed to the deal of sleeping in a separate room for your sake. A smile curled onto your face as you scooped Grim into your arms, feeling his little paws clinging to your blazer as he smiled with you. “If you ever have any bad dreams my door is always unlocked for you.” You offered sweetly and he started to grumble. “That’s my line!” His pitchforked tail squished as you walked down the old creaky steps, he lifted his head to sniff at the air and widened his eyes with surprise. “How long were you up before coming to get me? It smells really good! Did you make pancakes?” He asked excitedly as you entered the kitchen. Right, Ruggie said he left you something in the oven. You pulled open the oven door and your eyes widened as you carefully pulled out the large plate. A small stack of fluffy pancakes were drizzled in syrup with two strawberries on top, sliced into the shape of hearts with a pat of butter between them. Grim was drooling against your arm as he tried to break free to reach the plate of pancakes. Your face started to burn as you placed the food on the counter, grabbing a fork with Grim. There’s no way he still sees you as just a friend.

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You sat beside Ruggie as you always did during your History of Magic class. His elbow gently nudged against yours just as it did yesterday afternoon. You could smell the scent of fresh grass and cucumbers creeping into your senses, easing you into a state of tranquility with each passing inhale and exhale. You loved sitting next to Ruggie. Your eyes glanced over the paper to see he had drawn another simplified version of himself with a little note underneath his smiling expression.

Thank you for the money. I just sent it out to my Grammy today. Did you see everything I left for you? Sorry for leaving so early, I had to get Leona up.

You smiled and reached your hand over to draw a small heart beside a simplified version of your own face. Your pencil tapped the page before you began to write back to him.

I hope she feels better. Thank you for everything. It made me happy. The pancakes were super soft. But now Grim is asking me to make them again. Sorry for stealing the credit!

You assumed he used what he found in the Ramshackle dorm, but you didn’t mind. You only wished that he would have waited a little longer for you to wake up. Your heart yearned to see his sleeping face now that you knew he had seen yours. And of course, so much more. Your face began to burn as your shoulder pressed against his and your eyes flicked up, he was looking at you now. Big and round bluish gray eyes, they had fallen half-lidded with each patient blink. You wanted to ask him about the current state of your so-called ‘friendship’.

You wanted to know what you really were to him. Does he really see you as just a friend? That moment you shared in the bath said otherwise. Him leaving you a note said otherwise. The glass of water and pills said otherwise. The fact that he even bothered to put in the effort to make you breakfast said otherwise. Before your hand could scribble across the notebook page Ruggie had broken his gaze to beat you to it.

You feeling okay? You got close and started staring. Is something on my face? Do you want the recipe I used for the pancakes?

His question made you feel silly. Hyena’s don’t exactly mate for life like other animals might. He can ‘like’ you and still have sex with you. He never said anything about love. Ruggie was allowed to do whatever and whoever he pleased.

The soft thrum of your pulse was echoing in your ears. You began writing, feeling your shoulders begin to droop as you tapped your pencil against the page.

I just thought you smelled good today. Your hair. I wanted to get closer to figure out the scent.

You always thought he smelled good, so it wasn’t entirely a lie. Even when he’s running around to do everything for the sake of earning some money, for his Grammy, for keeping his place in Night Raven College. You always noticed how good he smelled and how well put together he was. He snickered to himself with a small flick from his ears and you gently elbowed his side as he wrote.

I just used the same soap as yesterday. You’re just officially paying attention to me now. Was the sex really that great? We’ll have to set up our next ‘meat’ and greet soon. <3

You hid your embarrassed frown behind your sleeve as you eyed the winking face he had drawn. Three little freckles under each eye and a wide fanged smile. You just told him to be quiet as you began writing again back and forth, just like yesterday afternoon. Ignoring the question on how well he did or the mention of having him come back over, you talked about your favorite soaps and their scents. Ruggie even mentioned how he was picky with a certain brand of shampoo he liked. You talked about how you felt about Grim, how Ruggie felt about Leona and how you both agreed to ship them off in a box somewhere else. Just for a week or two so you had a moment to relax. You talked about how hungry you were and so was he. You talked about agreeing to go off campus after class to grab something.

But you never talked with him about how you felt.

You didn’t have the courage to. Not yet at least.

As the bell chimed, you left class side by side as Ruggie stretched his arms over his head with a fanged smile. “There’s a shop I found that makes these really, really good smoothies. I go there sometimes for Leona.” He suggested as he bumped his hip into yours. Your posture was stiff and you looked like you were scowling now as you walked slowly after the hyena, and this bothered Ruggie. “Hey, what’s the face for?” He asked, sounding concerned as you straightened out. Your face had began to redden and you shook your head in response. “Oh! It’s just, Grim wants to start sleeping in his own room for a while. I’m a little worried about him.” You explained, not completely lying, but not completely telling the truth either. Ruggie seemed to hum in response to signal a sense of understanding. “Grim is his own monster, he has his reasons. Besides, everyone needs their own room. At least, they should.” Ruggie wiggled his ears and used his hand to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He seemed to be closing in on you as your gazes locked. “If you feel like something is wrong, then just say it.” You felt your stomach twist into a tight pretzel. He eyed you with a serious expression as your mouth fell dry. Did Ruggie know? He definitely knows. That serious expression didn’t last long as he studied your terrified expression. He let out a soft snicker and his smile re-appeared as he grabbed your wrist, gently tugging on your arm. “Stop frownin’!” He cheered and began pulling you towards the main entrance of the school. His hand slipped from your wrist and tightly wrapped around yours. Your fingers were laced with his, and your heart began to pound in your skull. “Let’s cut the stressful thinkin’. Seeing you look all sad and hurt is kinda hurting me too.” He admitted softly as he pushed open the door, leading you out to the sunny stone path towards the main gate. You felt like crying. “Let’s hurry, I wanna try the pineapple flavor today!” Does he really know how you feel? “Oh, the strawberry flavor is pretty good. Try that one when we get there!” Why is he acting like this? Is it all in your head? He suggested and you felt your stomach churn. “I’ll pay for it today, but next time you gotta spot us.”

Next time. You were starting to hate him for saying that.

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Every day for a week the two of you went off campus for lunch.

And every day was something new.

And everyday, Ruggie paid for it with his own money.

When you went to get your smoothies, you had also gotten shawarma. Ruggie held an orange colored drink while yours was a baby pink. The strawberry flavor was as good as he claimed it would be. You could see the onlookers staring at you with smiles or pinked cheeks. They whispered about how cute it was that you were on a date during school. How they wished to be in your shoes to experience such a thing. You felt sheepish as you drew closer to the beastman.

His cheeks had been dusted with pink from the whispers as well.

The next day Ruggie had taken you to get kebabs and slushies after class. As you walked and ate, a student from a neighboring school bumped into you, causing you to spill the colorful syrup and frozen ice on your blazer, white button up shirt, vest, and the skirt of your uniform. Ruggie was agitated by the clumsiness of the other student as he took the cup away from your sticky hands and with a scowl. But he wasn’t angry at you. As the student profusely apologized, Ruggie had stripped you of your sticky blazer with his much larger one to wrap around you for the time being. Apparently the student that had bumped into you was from Royal Sword Academy. And that only made things escalate. The student, now shaking in fear from Ruggie’s bared teeth and hand gripping tightly to his collar, was being shaken down for compensation. You had never seen the beastman furious enough to show his teeth this way, nor has Ruggie ever raised his voice at anyone. The student was sobbing as you came to the rescue, telling the hyena that enough was enough. You gasped as you tugged at his arm, which was now reeled back as he threatened to hit the student. Accidents happen and a stained shirt isn’t that big of a deal. You didn’t want Ruggie to be upset if you weren’t. “Keep your thug of a boyfriend on a leash next time!” The student snapped the moment he was freed and turned to run back towards his campus. Your colorful and sticky hands had to grab onto Ruggie’s white sleeves to keep him from chasing the student, your face buried itself against his shoulder as you begged him to just let it go. You heard Ruggie make a bizarre sound this time. A raspy giggle that made you feel uneasy. You had heard Hyena’s will ‘laugh’ when they’re angry or anxious. It must be the same for a beastman to carry those traits. You yanked him back to Ramshackle so you could change, gently scolding him to not take things too far next time. As you undressed in your room to put on a fresh uniform, a small voice whispered that you should drag Ruggie inside and speak with him about your feelings. He was just on the other side of the door. But you refused. After what happened, it felt like the worst time to pour your heart out. As you changed and washed your hands, you walked with Ruggie towards the door of your dorm. You had returned his blazer and he slipped it back on in silence. Your smaller hand was then wrapped in the beastman’s as you whispered a ‘thank you’ so quiet you were anxious he didn’t hear you.

“You’re welcome.” Was his response as you quietly returned to the school.

The next day was fancy sweet bread and coffee. Ruggie was leading you to the small shop with a smile and a swish of his tail with you in tow close behind. He told you how he wasn’t too big on coffee until he started coming here. Tasting how well it went with the honey glazed bread, he had no choice but to pair them on each trip. He was constantly on the move and needed the extra energy when he was at his lowest. The moment you entered, it had been made apparent that Ruggie came often. The owner greeted you both with a large smile and mentioned the wallet that the beastman was using looked different today. As you quietly looked over the rainbow colored rolls of bread, you listened to the conversation as the owner jokingly asked Ruggie if it was stolen. You didn’t think it was very funny. Ruggie only rolled his eyes and explained that the one he had before belonged to a friend. He was usually shopping for said friend since they were too lazy to do it themself. This was the day you realized these past few trips weren’t spent with Leona’s money, but Ruggie’s. You felt honored that he would spend the money he worked hard to earn on you. Someone who was supposed to just be his friend. Your chest ached as you ordered with Ruggie, picking the same honey glazed bread he had mentioned before to go with your very sweet looking coffee. The owner mentioned how pretty you were while the both of you waited. You could feel the tips of your ears growing hot as you mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ but the flustered feeling the compliment had left you with ended up being doused as the owner continued to speak. “Ahhh, I’m honestly surprised you’re hanging around someone like Ruggie. A little worried actually.” He let out a hearty laugh and again, you didn’t find any of it funny. The comment bothered you a lot. “Thank you, but Ruggie is actually very hardworking! I’m not sure what you’re trying to say. I shouldn’t spend time with my friend? What do you know about Ruggie that I already don’t know?” A grimace spread across your face and you were given a swift apology and so was Ruggie. The owner had only meant to tease you both since you were an odd pair when standing beside each other. The owner saw you as the embodiment of purity and Ruggie looks like the type to steal your lunch money, not fund it. As you were handed the fru-fru drink you felt your heartache as the bitter coffee glazed your tongue. Once you both left the shop you told Ruggie you didn’t want to go back.

Even though their honey glazed bread and coffee was amazing.

On the final day of the school week, he had taken you to get a burger the size of your face and a soda as big as your forearm. It was overwhelming. Just as these friendly outings with Ruggie were starting to become. You couldn’t take it anymore. Each kind gesture to go out left you with a pit in your stomach. Knowing that Ruggie was just doing this as a friend thing made your chest feel as if it was caving in. You didn’t want Ruggie to be your friend anymore. You wanted to be more than that. Ruggie watched you in the corner of his eye as he ate and scrolled through his phone, watching you poke at your basket of fries. “Not feelin’ hungry?” He asked as his ears began to fold flat against his head. You slumped in your plastic seat and slowly pushed the food away. “I’ll probably share it with Grim later.” All the thoughts stuffed in your head hardly left room in your body for anything else. Ruggie snickered softly as he went to grab you a to-go box. No wasting food allowed! He packaged it up for you and your chest only hurt more. As you made your way back to campus with a small plastic bag holding a styrofoam box, your movements grew sluggish. You didn’t want to go back to class. You wanted to talk with Ruggie, even if your knees felt weak and your palms were layered in sweat. “Ahhh, the weekend starts tomorrow.” Ruggie sighed, almost in a playful way as he walked ahead of you. His tail swished from side to side as he led you past the apple trees in the courtyard of the NRC campus. “I think Leona is going home for the next two days. Apparently it’s Cheka’s birthday, I was hoping that he’d let me tag along. But, someone needs to babysit Savanaclaw.” Ruggie purred as he turned to face you. His round eyes blinked expectantly as you felt your chest start to grow warm. This was a potential opportunity. “So, will you be busy?” You asked with a light kick of your foot as you tighten your grip on the plastic bag. You would have more time to talk with Ruggie if Leona wasn’t calling for him and keeping him busy. Ruggie only shrugged in response as a sly grin painted its way onto his face. “I’m not exactly sure yet. Savanaclaw is pretty self-sufficient. As long as no one does anything dumb, we’ll be okay if Leona has to leave for two days.” The truth was that Ruggie was in no way the official Vice Housewarden. Yet it was unspoken that if Leona wasn’t around, the members would be heading to the hyena for help instead. Same with the other Vice Housewardens.

“Can…” You trailed off, feeling the string of words knot in your throat. Can I stay the night? is what you wanted to say. Ruggie was watching you with eyes filled with curiosity from what you might be suggesting. Maybe even excitement. “Can… Can you lend me your notes for Astrology this weekend?” You asked and he perked up with a surprised expression, his smile fell off of his face as he gave his head a small shake from the shock of your request. “Ah, sure! I left my book in class, but, yeah I’ll lend it to you.” His expression relaxed as he crossed his arms behind his head with a frown appearing. “I was expecting you to say something else,” Again, there was that playful sigh and his eyes rolled away from you as a smile began to form. “that’s just too bad ain’t it?” He asked as he pivoted so his back faced you again. You felt your stomach twist into another tight pretzel and it dawned on you: maybe you should’ve said what you wanted to say. Maybe that’s what Ruggie wanted from you all this week. He had given you so many opportunities to talk with him. All of these outings… You spent them self-loathing over the hyena appearing to have no romantic interest in you even though he spent the time you had together one-on-one. As Ruggie walked ahead of you, your legs broke into a sprint after him. You gripped the sleeve of his blazer in your empty hand. “Ruggie!” You shouted his name, almost dropping the plastic bag on the ground as your eyes’ widened in surprise with yourself.

Ruggie twisted around and raised the arm you were holding onto, he had a perfect view of your face. You were locked in a staring contest as your lips parted. “I… I don’t want your notes actually.” You swallowed, feeling your heart begin to pick up so much speed it became uncomfortable as it slammed into your ribs. You had to keep talking to him. You can’t mess this up again. “Ruggie…” You whispered his name as your face began to bloom with the bright red color of blood beneath your skin.

“Can I stay over this weekend? If you aren’t busy?” You asked and swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. Ruggie blinked once, twice, and finally, his round blueish gray eyes fell half lidded. They scanned over your bashful face. He lowered his arm as your fingers kept themselves tight around the fabric. Ruggie’s ears flicked as he leaned in with a soft snicker. He was so close you could feel his breath tickling your lips as his nose bumped into yours. It was as if he was going to kiss you. “I was hopin’ you would ask me that. I’ll clean up my room. Of course, if I’m not busy.” He snickered again as you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders as a smile crept onto your face. “So, can I see you tomorrow night?” You asked, sounding hopeful as you released his blazer from your iron grip. Your fingers were sore from how tightly you had been holding the fabric. Your gazes locked as Ruggie pressed his forehead against yours. You wanted him to kiss you.

“Sure, but don’t you mean tonight?”

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