#you'll give him the housewarden seat
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Ah! That was so good with sneaky Azul sabotaging Riddle's crossword confession! Ooh! But now, can we get the response? Surely, as time passes, Riddle will wonder why you've not answered his confession. And i feel like he'd somehow get the story from you without you suspecting. Azul ruined his romantic gesture, so it's only right that Riddle attempt to ruin his little date. Right?
>:) the rivalry saga continues!!! for those who wish to read what started it, here is that post.
What makes it worse is that you probably catch Riddle in the hall a day or so later and thank him for the fun crossword. Innocently oblivious as ever, you tell him it was an enjoyable way to pass time even if the end result was complete nonsense, to which Riddle becomes very confused. Did you not get the message? Are you trying to joke with him? Oh no... Did he accidentally send you one of the rough drafts instead of the actual final crossword?! You tell him that you had some difficulties with it, and he's about to suggest you visit Heartslabyul so that the two of you can complete some beginner's crosswords so you might be able to re-solve the crossword he mailed you. But then you tell him you enlisted help, and normally Riddle wouldn't mind it if the contents weren't the secrets of his heart! To make matters worse, you went to Azul of all people!
Now the picture looks clearer. Azul probably worked alongside you to solve the crossword, but knowing how he operates he probably caught onto the message way before you did and intentionally obscured the meaning so that it would prevent you from knowing the truth while making Riddle look foolish in the process. Riddle isn't normally a vindictive person hellbent on revenge. If someone breaks a rule, he administers punishment fairly and swiftly, nothing more and nothing less. But when it comes to Azul, he finds himself at his worst.
Azul really thinks he's going to have his "kiss the girl" moment with you on his date, but he is in for it once Riddle learns of it. Though knowing Azul, he's probably going to make the twins keep a close eye on the locations he takes you to just to ensure a certain strawberry-scented nuisance won't interfere. Riddle knows this, and so he decides that two can play at that game. Perhaps it's impolite to act so childishly, but Azul has thrown the dice first. This is war now.
Riddle asks Cater if he's ever wanted to crash a date. The first thing Cater says in response is: "Whoa. Since when are you so daring? Who poured bubbly in your tea?" The next thing he says (when Riddle's glare and stern posture indicate that he is, in fact, quite serious and not at all buzzed) is: "Sure. Why not? Whose heart are we breaking today?"
The plan is to trail you and Azul on your date into town so that he and Cater can conveniently run into you. Knowing the twins will likely be lurking somewhere out of sight, Riddle has resolved to use Cater as his excuse just in case they start asking questions. He would never stalk you and Azul; he's simply running some dorm-related errands with Cater! For a while, Riddle and Cater watch you and Azul as the two of you go in and out of shops. Nothing seems to be happening. It really just looks like two friends hanging out. Riddle thinks it might not be a date after all while he and Cater take refuge in a coffee shop, which is situated across from the store you and Azul are currently in. While Cater snaps photos of Riddle's pastry for his Magicam, Riddle verbalizes his ponderings.
"Do you truly think they're here as friends? It doesn't look like a romantic outing to me. But then... Well, I can't say for certain because dates are...unfamiliar territory for me."
"Why don't you go ask?" Riddle turns so swiftly to glare that Cater can't hold his snicker in. "Kidding, kidding." He peers out the window at the storefront, spying you and Azul at the register. He exhales deeply, as if this is all exhausting, or maybe he's just trying to think of a suitable answer to his question and is turning up blank. "I'm not really seeing any fireworks."
"Fireworks? Is there... Are fireworks meant to... Does that normally—" Riddle shakes his head with a huff. "What are you on about?"
"A connection, I mean. Like a spark. It just looks like they're chilling."
"Azul was certainly chilling when he ruined my crossword..." He crosses his arms over his chest with an offended scoff. "I'm sure he had the time of his life ruining my hard work."
"Why don't you just ask (Nickname) in person? Can't hurt to shoot your shot. If you wear your heels, you might even be tall enough to make the basket."
A biting retort rests on the tip of his tongue, but it never leaves his mouth because you and Azul are leaving the shop. Though Riddle is highly against sitting improperly, he slumps in his seat so that you won't spot him as you pass the coffee shop. He notices you and Azul aren't holding hands, but the both of you do have plenty of bags. He's spoiling you. Of course he would. Riddle corrects his posture once he knows the both of you are gone and drags Cater out just as he's finishing the last of his bitter coffee.
"For the record, my heels do not serve that kind of purpose. And shooting my shot—I will do no such thing."
Cater playfully rolls his eyes and allows himself to be tugged along. "I think you're just scared, so you wanted to confess in the most roundabout way possible. That right?"
He opens and closes his mouth speechlessly as he walks, unable to come up with a response. Of course he's scared! Who wouldn't be when trying to confess to their crush? But there's more to it than simple nerves and fear of rejection...
"I do hope you enjoy painting roses, for that will be your designation if you continue to—one moment. They're going to the docks!"
"Ooh, a sailing date. That's super cute and super cammable! A win-win all around."
You cannot be serious, Riddle thinks. However, he is dedicated, and so he walks with more determination in his gait. You and Azul have rented a small sailboat to take out onto the water, and one might assume this is where Riddle draws the line. But he did not come all this way just to let you fall prey to a romance trope, so he hastily rents a sailboat with Cater, who is more than happy to split the fee so long as he can get lots of cute photos for Magicam.
And now Riddle finds himself in a sailboat, a safe distance from you and Azul, while Cater eagerly snaps selfies and photos of the landscape with mounting enthusiasm. At least one of them is having fun... Riddle realizes this would be the perfect spot for a confession, and when he sees Azul take your hands in his he's raising his magic pen and readying a spell to knock the boat sideways when—
"Heya, Goldfishie and Snapper! Fancy seein' you here." He whirls to find Floyd hanging onto the side of the boat, scaly arms glistening under the sunlight. "Whatcha doin' all the way out here?"
Cater startles, nearly dropping his phone, and exhales a laugh that's part amusement, part relief. "Floyd, hey! Geez... You came outta nowhere. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
Riddle feels his lips curling into a frown. "Floyd."
"Goldfishie."
Riddle lowers his pen. Of course Floyd would be here, and where Floyd is Jade should not be very far.
"Good afternoon, Riddle. Cater. It's a very fine day for sailing, wouldn't you agree?"
Right on cue.
Riddle turns to look at Jade, who smiles so amiably at him. "I don't suppose you're playing chaperone for Azul's little outing?" he snaps, folding his arms over his chest.
"Oh?" He raises a brow, submerging himself to hide his wicked smirk.
"Did you come out to chaperone?" Floyd asks, and now Riddle's looking at him again. Floyd giggles. "Azul thought you might get in the way, so that's why we're here! We saw you followin' 'em. It was a real funny sight."
Riddle reminds himself to stay calm. It's times like these where he has to keep a level head before someone loses theirs.
"Ah, you knew the whole time?" Cater deflates a little. "Guess nothing gets passed you guys."
"Not a thing," Jade concurs while Floyd circles the boat lazily. "Although I must admit my expectations for you were rather low. To think you'd act just as Azul had predicted..."
His hands curl into fists, his grip on his magic pen impossibly tight. Floyd's teasing does nothing to help, nor does Cater's casual surrender or Jade's irksome chuckles. Before he can stop himself, he's raised his pen and attempts to hit Floyd in the water. The fire never scorches Floyd, for he dives under with an echoing laugh, and that seems to be the imaginary whistle announcing the start of a fight. Floyd rocks the boat and Cater grabs onto the sides to steady himself as it tips, tips, tips—nearly upturning altogether—before it comes back down with a noisy splash. Riddle almost falls overboard, but instead he slips onto his rear in the belly of the boat.
Normally, he's not one to start fights. But this is a special situation; he can be a little rebellious for now, if only to focus on his main task: stopping Azul's confession. Luckily, the commotion seems to have drawn your attention, for Riddle sees you look over for a moment before his attention is stolen by Floyd and yours is graciously redirected by Azul.
He rises on unsteady legs, runs a hand through his windblown hair, and prepares for battle.
Somehow, with all of his shots and the twins' expert dodges, as well as the waves that are stirred up, which continue to tip the boat, and Cater's attempts at pacifying the situation before he drops his phone, the excitement has brought his sailboat closer to you and Azul. This leaves him with the perfect range. Just as Azul's looking at you sincerely—just as he cups your face to prevent you from looking elsewhere—Riddle raises his pen, ignoring all of the chaos around him, and makes his last spell count, hurling the enchantment directly at the side of the sailboat. He hears it hit its mark and the alarmed shouts from you and Azul as splashes follow suit, but he doesn't see it because next thing he knows Jade and Floyd have tired of this little game, bringing their tails down upon the water to create a strong wave that knocks the boat over, sending Riddle and a distressed Cater into the sea.
He breaks the surface with a gasp, treading water while Cater keeps one arm raised high to save his phone from the water's reach. The twins have slipped into the shadows below, and when Riddle clings onto the upturned sailboat to steady himself he notices you and Azul are in the same predicament. A smug smirk tugs at his lips, growing wider when Cater's holding onto the boat to survey the damage. You're currently in Floyd's arms, while Jade helps a very disgruntled Azul onto his back. Victory brightens Riddle's features. He'll deal with the repercussions after he basks in this win.
Cater rests his head onto the smooth surface of the boat, his phone still held high. "New Riddle, who dis?" he jokes through a tired chuckle. "I'd totally capture this moment with a selfie, but I can't risk it!"
Though he's soaked through to his very bone marrow and will most likely have to pay for damaging the rental sailboats, it is a good day to be Riddle Rosehearts.
Now the score is as follows:
Riddle - 1
Azul - 1
#twisted chit chat#rendy-a#riddle and cater drag themselves back to heartslabyul defeated and drenched#while trey is standing there like a mother ready to scold her children for sneaking out#i need to talk more about cater and riddle friendship because it's so fun#cater is the bad influence riddle needs#speaking of kiss the girl...#imagine a scenario in which darling is the octavinelle housewarden and azul is just a student who is aiming to become housewarden#he's so down bad for you that it's obvious so you decide to pull an ursula and bet that if he can convince you to kiss him within three day#you'll give him the housewarden seat#naturally your fellow housewarden riddle hears of this ridiculous bet and wants to protect you (and your lips!!!) from azul#azul is going to get that kiss (and that housewarden seat) if it's the last thing he does!#time to put all those octopus courting rituals to use >:)#hmm so maybe i might have to turn this into an azul thought#this concept has me thinking...
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Pop's Self-Aware AU: Heartslyabul
Intro Heartslyabul Savannaclaw
Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Twisted Wonderland x Reader. Yandere x Reader, Self Aware Twisted Wonderland
"Happy unbirthday! You're five minutes early and right on time. Hurry, pick a seat and grab a cup, you're the main character of today, so why not sit up by the front? Of course, by front I mean back, and by back I mean front. Oh, don't look so confused, dear, this is just how we do things around these parts. You'll get used to it soon.
Now, do you take your sugar with tea or with honey?"
>[Go to Heartslyabul]
Riddle Rosehearts:
He's a real stickler for the rules. Best not to anger him, lest it be off with your head. But you don't have to worry about that, do you?
Indeed, to Heartslyabul's housewarden, you are a being that sits above even the most important of the Queen's laws. Or, perhaps it is more accurate to say that you are the law itself? To Riddle, you are a perfect being—the pinnacle of righteousness. No matter what you do, no matter what rules you break or how unscrupulous you may behave, it does not matter. You are not wrong. You can't be. It is everything else that is wrong.
It is with this unshakable faith that he rules over his dorm, gradually changing everything to suit your tastes. Of course, you'll acknowledge his efforts—won't you?
You have to. If you don't, then what was this all for?
Please accept them. Accept him. For you, he'd do anything.
There is nothing more important.
Trey Clover:
There's something sinister hidden behind his kind smile and brotherly persona—a wolf in sheep's clothing, if you'll forgive me for sounding cliché. It's something kept under wraps, and few had ever gotten unlucky enough to see it...until you came into the picture, that is.
Don't get the wrong idea now. This sadism would never be directed towards you. Rather, it is everyone else that you ought to worry for, should you care enough to worry for anyone at all. Trey would do anything if it were for you. Whether it's making your favorite dessert at three in the morning due to a sudden craving or throwing it out should you change your mind, it hardly matters. If it's for you, there are no lengths he wouldn't go to. Why, if it were your wish, he would pluck out everyone's unworthy eyes so that they were unable to gaze upon your form.
It stands to reason, then, that he would be willing to hide his true self from you, as well, if only to stand by your side.
Cater Diamond:
Another one that's not quite what he seems. Cater has spent years polishing his persona to an almost sickening degree. Putting on airs is exhausting, and the rewards are hollow. A few likes on Magicam, a fleeting moment of cyber fame, or applause from the crowd at a club event---none of it means anything to him. The endorphins are empty, cold, and so, so lonely.
He's been looking for something all his life. He couldn't find meaning in the real world, so he looks for it online. There's nothing there, either, yet even so, he searches.
He can't give up. He has to find something. If he doesn't...
Perhaps the universe decided to finally take pity on him, to throw him a bone, because finally, finally, he found it. Something more than just what's tangible. A purpose. A goal. Something to strive for, someone to impress.
You.
Duece Spade:
He's never really been a good kid. Bad grades. Bad attitude. The only way he knew how to communicate was through his fists. He hated it, but he didn't know how to change. But Duece is nothing if not stubborn. Even if he didn't know how to do something, he'd still brute his way into doing it. Even when it was sloppy. Even when he did it badly.
He wanted to change. Wanted to turn over a new leaf and make his mother proud. He finally had a chance to, after enrolling in Night Raven College. It was clear that he was out of his element. He wanted to be an honors student without knowing what it meant.
Then he met you. And everything fell into place.
You, perfect, amazing you. You were everything he'd ever wanted to be. You helped people, even when you didn't have to. Reached out even when you were on the other side of a screen. You traveled to another dimension and still managed to carve out a place for yourself amongst the chaos.
You were everything. And he'd give anything to you.
Ace Trappola:
Ace isn't exactly the lovey-dovey type. Never has been and thought he never would be, either. But...something about you makes him want to give it a try.
It's gross, honestly---the way you make him feel all warm and mushy. It's lame. He's lame. And yet, he doesn't seem to mind. He can't find it in himself to hate you. Of course not, how could he, when you're so...you?
You've made him a real sap, you know? But that's okay. Ace doesn't mind being sappy if it's for you. The others may tease him for it, but he knows they're all jealous of him. After all, he's your best friend, isn't he? Sure, your first impression of him may not have been all that great, but he's still the one who's stuck with you the longest.
He was the first human you made friends with.
He was the first, and he'll do whatever it takes to ensure that he's the favorite, too.
Unbirthday parties are so much fun; it's too bad this one was over so quick. Still, you have to go. After all, there's another dorm just down the hall. They've been scratching at the door waiting for you, so let's hurry and join them, okay?
>[Go to Savannaclaw]
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#self aware twst#yandere riddle rosehearts#yandere ace trappola#yandere duece spade#yandere cater diamond#yandere trey clover#yandere riddle#yandere ace#yandere cater#yandere duece#yandere trey
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7 for the one word prompts? first one that caught my eye. and just in case of choosing one someone else did... then 16? i quite like interesting words and i'm sure you'll come up with something just as interesting (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
YEAH YEAH we ballin...
HALCYON
Inc: Vil, Prefect/Reader, Sneaky Rook mention
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: None! Just some light ribbing and banter
Excerpt: You oblige to his direction and close your eyes, letting your vision sink into darkness as you feel his hand cup your chin. His hold is firm yet gentle as the rustle of fabric sounds out. Moments later, you feel the cool touch of the eyeliner pen on your skin.
“Focus.”
His voice is soothing as his face appears before yours, as ethereal as always. His violet eyes drink in your appearance as one slender figure wipes a smudge away from the corner of your lip. “Honestly, Prefect. If you keep wiggling around in the chair, you’ll be sitting here all day.”
Vil’s words, although sharp, are significantly softened by the gentle exasperation in his tone as he pulls away to look over the table once more. Speckled sunlight breaks through the stained glass window to your right, illuminating the room in red, violet, and gold, which serves to paint everything in a soft lighting.
“Well, I don’t think it’ll be all day,” you counter with a small smirk as Vil shifts around the various products on the vanity. Many of the bottles are unrecognizable to you—probably because they’re all brands from this world. You doubt you’ll see ‘Drunk Elephant’ or the likes amongst the range he has. Vil sends you a dubious look over his shoulder before picking up another bottle to inspect the label.
“You came to me for help, remember? This will take as long as it must for us to attain a standard we’re both happy with.”
Your smile grows a little as you lean back in the seat, glancing to the full body mirror on your left. The golden light does well for his appearance, making his hair appear almost like a halo around him as his brow furrows in concentration. You’re more than happy to sit here and admire him as he works. Beyond genuinely wanting his advice, you also want to monopolize his presence for a while as well. Considering Vil’s status as both a Housewarden and a celebrity, it’s unsurprisingly hard to catch a moment of his time without scheduling in advance.
Your admiration is quickly ended when he turns back to you, holding an eyeliner pen in his hand with an expression that one would expect to see on an artist about to make their masterpiece. He clicks his tongue in admonishment before tapping your chin with his free hand. “Mouth and eyes closed, please.”
You oblige to his direction and close your eyes, letting your vision sink into darkness as you feel his hand cup your chin. His hold is firm yet gentle as the rustle of fabric sounds out. Moments later, you feel the cool touch of the eyeliner pen on your skin. The scent of Vil’s perfume surrounds you and makes you feel as though you’re being bathed in luxury as you hear him softly sigh. You can’t keep your lips from twitching into a small smile again.
“Save that smile for when I’m done this,” he chastises quietly, his low, melodic voice filling you with warmth as he continues. You both lapse into a comfortable silence as he works, moving on to the other eye before withdrawing.
“Am I okay to open?” You ask, feeling a small buzz of anticipation. You can’t lie—you’re excited to see what he’s done so far. His hand remains cupping your chin for a moment, the warmth of his palm comforting as his thumb brushes against your jaw before he finally let’s go.
“Yes.”
At his word, you open your eyes and look towards the vanity mirror in front of you. Vil steps aside to give you a better view as he sets the eyeliner pen down, a small expression of pride on his face. He has done well to work with your eye shape in a flattering way—not that you’re surprised. Considering who he is, you figure Vil has worked with enough people to know what goes with what. Your hand comes up to rest on your cheek as that smile you were holding back finally breaks on your face.
“So this is the style you would recommend?” You ask as you glance his way. Vil, who is still tidying up the vanity, arches one delicate brow at your question.
“Well, it is one style that works for you. I feel you’re fine both with and without makeup, and so I would recommend lighter looks to simply highlight what you already have.” His lips purse slightly in thought. “Then again, makeup is subjective. You’re free to choose whatever look you feel reflects who you are.”
It was so subtle, but still obvious enough for you to catch. “Oh? You think I’m fine both with and without?”
Vil grabs a few bottles and sends you a pointed look before brushing past you towards his other desk—but not before tapping your forehead with his finger. “Don’t let that get to your head, Prefect. It’s simply an honest observation.”
How can it not get to your head? You’re trying not to look too smug from where you sit as Vil puts a few bottles away. When he turns back and looks at you, you know your attempts are for naught by the way his expression drops to one of suppressed amusement. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“And you’re just boosting my ego.” You counter with a grin as he moves to the nearby window. You prop your cheek in your palm as you watch him move; each step is with a practiced grace that seems to be second nature to him as he pushes open the window to let the spring breeze come inside. You rise from your own spot at the vanity and go to stand by his side as he steps out onto the balcony beyond.
“So long as you don’t let it become too grandiose. There’s nothing more unflattering than an attitude.” Vil counters as you peer out at the Pomefiore courtyard together. The apple trees down below and the large iron gates that keep the space enclosed create a picturesque setting in the sunlight. One could almost call it halcyon in nature, in fact. You sigh and lean your elbows on the rail.
“Did you have anything else on your schedule today?” You already know the answer to your question as soon as it passes your lips. Vil’s expression shifts from the relaxed one it was to a more serious look, reflective of his consideration to his schedule.
“I have a few tasks to get done with the dorm, and then Rook and I were set to study together this afternoon. Although,” He squints out at the courtyard again with a frown. “I dare say he’s gone and got himself caught up with something of his fancy again.”
This is unsurprising. Rook is often lost in his pursuit of beauty… among other things. “What do you think it is this time?”
“Anything is possible, be it beastman or be it fae. He nearly lost his head pursuing one of those already—one would think he would learn from that, but alas. Rook has always found pleasure in playing the line.” His words are sharp once again, but you can hear the underlying affection within them. This is starting to become a trend you’re noticing with Vil—he can be harsh in his comments, but once you look past the words, it isn’t hard to hear the care behind them. “So, to answer your question—no. I don’t particularly have anything on my schedule after my dorm duties.”
You straighten back up and affix him with a pleased look at this. “Can I monopolize more of your company for myself, then?”
“Ah, there was an underlying motive to your question, then, rather than just a genuine interest in my time.” Vil’s lips curl into a sly smile at that, which is reflected in his gaze as he looks you over. “What do you intend to do with me?”
Oh, there are many ways those words can be interpreted—but you go with the safe route this time. You’re trying to ease your way into it, and Vil is very much like a cat in the way that he can go from unassuming to closed off in moments.
“I can’t be robbing you of your products every time I want to try something new, so I was wondering if you would like to go into town with me later to serve as a sort of consultant for my purchases.”
“Consultant? Is that all I am, now?” Vil’s smile seems to grow, betraying his amusement as you straighten up to counter his question. He raises a hand to calm you before you can get a word in, however. “You should know my services are not cheap.”
“I mean, if you need someone to handle any stray cats you have around here, I’ll have you know I’m extremely qualified,” you begin, an earnest tone in your voice which quickly turns to relief when Vil pulls a face.
“No, no. I was thinking more along the lines of picking up dinner while we’re out. As interesting as it would be watching you try and hunt for animals in our courtyard, I’d much prefer the opportunity to engage with you instead.” He counters with a wave of his hand. “We can find a restaurant in town where we’ll have our privacy.”
“I—okay.” The words leave you quickly as you nod. Although a meal is something you can work with, the stress of finding the right restaurant that suits Vil’s taste is already flooding through you. He seems to take note of this as a small chuckle slips past his lips.
“We will have more than enough time to figure out the logistics.” He reassures you, straightening back up again as he turns to re-enter the room. Before he does, however, his fingers brush along your chin again and guide your face to turn from one direction to the other. The pleased glint in his eye is hard to miss.
“And do keep that eye look for today, will you? I quite enjoy seeing you wear my work.”
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Candid I HATE that u said this bc now I’m thinking about thigh riding 😒
And Jade would be the worst ugh. All the teasing? With the straightest face? Like he’s not hard as steel watching u dissolve into a mess grinding on his thigh smfh
cw adult content, implied monsterfucking. minors dni 🔞
jade leech x afab!reader
well now i'm thinking about it so i guess we'll just have to suffer together!! but, like, in his defense, he's only giving you what you wanted.
it's just -- the two of you are dating now, supposedly, but most of the time it hardly feels any different to the way things were before. his vice housewarden duties and his shifts at the mostro lounge keep his schedule packed to the -- sorry -- gills, and even when you do get a chance to spend some time alone together, more often than not his attention is divided between you and something else.
like when he's shuffling through thick sheaves of paperwork that probably have something or other to do with the lounge, though for all you know they could be plans to take over the world. you, meanwhile, are failing spectacularly at pretending to be absorbed in your own busywork while you fail even harder at not sneaking glances in jade's direction, biting your thumbnail when he absently tucks his long dark forelock behind his ear. which is just embarrassing, really.
though perhaps not quite as embarrassing as the noise you make when he tucks a hand around your waist, apropos of nothing, and hoists you neatly out of your chair and into his lap. over his thigh, specifically.
you feel more than hear him chuckle at your expense, the sound humming through your middle as he eases you back against his chest and brushes a hand down your front that settles itself on your belly, thumb smoothing over your waistband. now this is much better, isn't it? he murmurs, retrieving his pen and shifting in his seat so his thigh -- perhaps coincidentally, but almost certainly not -- presses flush against your crotch. you just looked so lonely sitting over there by yourself, and he does so hate to see you sad.
right. you're sure he's just being altruistic here, as he holds you in his lap like a spoiled pet while he works, fountain pen scratching across the page as he tenses his thigh and presses it up further between your legs, so your inseam bunches up tight and hard against your clit. you dig your nails into the sliver of bare wrist visible between his sleeve and the edge of his glove and determine to keep your hips still because you are not gonna give him the satisfaction of humping his leg while he mostly ignores you, but you're already squeezing his thigh between both of yours and bearing down, seeking more pressure.
and jade -- jade just keeps rifling through his paperwork, crossing out a word here and signing his name there, breath even and heart thumping steadily against your back. you'd think he wasn't aware of you at all if not for the slow but steady grind of his leg against your cunt, pulling your inseam taut as the fabric of his pants rustles softly against yours, his thumb stroking your belly as your abdominal muscles tense and jump like you've been shocked. you are rubbing yourself against him in earnest now, pride forgotten already, sweating in your school uniform and biting your lip to keep from whining aloud. it's not like you've never thought about getting off on just jade's leg before, not like you've never ridden a pillow and pretended the soft down was firm muscle. you'll be embarrassed about it later.
no, you are far too desperate to be embarrassed, and that whine you were holding so valiantly back finally slips free as something closer to a sob when jade puts down his pen, paperwork finished at last, and puts one hand on your hip to hold you effortlessly still while he flicks open your button fly with his thumb and forefinger. he eases your pants and your underwear down your hips and thighs and you lift up to kick them the rest of the way off, clinging to him when he turns you around to face him and settle you back down over his thigh, bare from the waist down.
well, you're bare from the waist down. jade's as buttoned up as ever, a slight smile on his lips as your toes curl and your thighs tense at the friction of his wool trousers dragging against your naked clit. you scoot further into his lap, pressing your thigh against his hard-on -- and oh, is he hard, though no one would ever know it from the cool and collected look on his face -- and start grinding your hips in tight circles that make your wet pussy squelch against his leg. you are making a mess all over him, staining the dark fabric of his pants darker, and later you will be embarrassed about that too.
right now, though, you are dissolving into a drooling, sobbing mess against his shoulder as he presses lightly on the small of your back and hitches up his leg to make it easier for you to ride him, ignoring your pleas for him to fuck you until he finally concedes just enough to hook your thighs up and around his waist so that you're no longer riding his leg but his cock through the stiff, straining fabric of his pants. you are one big wet ache of muscle and hormones, and when your clit catches against the hard seam of his zip the orgasm you've been fighting for tremors through your cunt and makes you gush all over jade's already-soiled pants.
jade seems entirely unbothered by this, cuddling you close and kissing your sweaty cheek. perhaps next time you'll venture to ask for his attention rather than suffer in silence?
not, he amends, stroking his thumb down your overworked clit and flashing his teeth in a pleased smile when you hiss, that he especially minds watching you squirm.
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Home For The Holidays Ace Trappola x Reader
Chapter 1
"Now listen up, you pups!" Professor Crewel shouted at his first year class. "I know full well your holiday break is when the majority of you little ones slack off, but be prepared. If any of your potionology assignments are not finished by the time the new semester comes around, you will be severely punished! I assure you, your other teachers will be just as hard on you, if you don't do their assignments as well. Now, I'll go over the schedule of what you'll need to do before going home this evening..."
"Uhg, I'm so bored of this class." A talking grey cat groaned next to me.
"I know, teach really needs to lighten up." I replied with a sigh.
"Right? The bell rang 5 minutes ago! I just wanna go home and see Ma." A boy, with a black spade birth mark on one of his eyes complained on the other side of me.
I smirked at him.
"What, Duecey boy missing his mommy that badly? You a Mama's boy? Gonna cry in her arms telling her how much you missed her?" I mocked.
"Shut up, I don't even got the energy to deal with you."
"Tch, you're no fun. Anyways, Prefect has been pretty quiet for a while n- what the!"
I turn around to where our other worldly friend sat, and low and behold-
"Dude, they're sleeping!"
"What!? Wake them up! If I'm not allowed to sleep in class, then they can't sleep in class, either!"
"Come on Grim, just let them sleep. I'm sure your stupid antics keep them up at night." I tell him.
"What!? I don't do nothin' but sleep!"
"Yeah, yeah ok, and I'm sure your snoring doesn't sound like a train wreck, either."
"Hey, I don't snore!"
"What!? Dude, I slept with you guys! You even talk in your sleep and kick too! You even bruised some of my ribs, kicking me so hard!"
As I said that, I had flashbacks to the first few days of school when I asked Prefect if I could sleep in their room with them. The housewarden of my dorm kicked me out, cause I ate a tinsey little slice of a huge tart that was made for him. He even used his signature spell named, "Off With Your Head!" to seal away my magic. Man, I'm still pretty miphed about that whole thing! I swear, if he ever pulls the same crap he did back then, I'mma slug 'im!
"Huh, really? Now I wish I was awake to see that."
"To see what?"
"To see Ace crying over some bruised ribs." Grim replied blatantly.
"I was not crying."
"Yeah you were."
"How would you have known, you were sleeping, you idiot."
"You said you were crying."
"What!? Do you got selective hearing, or something? I said it hurt, not that I was crying!" I said, giving him a weird look.
"Same thing."
"Wh- how!?"
"Oh that's right, I gotta wake up Yuu."
"Gah! Just leave them alone already!"
I try to stop Grim from jumping out of his seat and waking up the prefect, but fail, all while he scratches at my face and I start screaming at him. Yeah, I forgot class was in session for a hot second...
"Trappola, Grim, Spade is there a problem?"
The three of us jump in shock as the professor slowly calls out our last names.
"N- no sir." The three of us say in unison.
"Then you mutts wouldn't mind staying after class and cleaning everything up, am I correct?"
"Y-yes, sir." We all sighed again.
"Good. Class dismissed! The rest of you mutts are free to go."
And at that moment:
"Huh? W-what did I miss?"
The prefect woke up...
"It's about time you woke up! Now I have to stay and clean up the classroom because of you!"
"What?" They replied, disoriented.
"I didn't even say anything, why am I stuck here too?" Duece pouted.
"Trappola, once the three of you finished cleaning, come find me in the herb garden. I'll have an ointment ready for that cut of yours. For now, just use this tissue to stop the bleeding."
"Yes, sir." I sighed.
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As the three of us walk out of the classroom, after finish cleaning it from top to bottom, we spot the prefect waiting for us outside the door. How nice...
"So why did you three have to stay after class?" The prefect yawned.
"Because you fell asleep in class, that's why!" Grim shouted.
"Dude, quite blaming everyone for your problems!" I shout at him, holding a tissue to my bleeding face.
Duece groans from behind me.
"I didn't even say anything, why did I have to stay, too?" He cries.
"Hey, I'm not the one who fell asleep in class! Tell me, why can Yuu get away with falling asleep, when I'm the one always getting yelled at for sleeping in a class that's too boring! That's what those kinds of classes are for, ain't it?"
"Hey, you're the trouble maker here! Prefect deserves to take a break every once in a while, especially since they've got to babysit you all day!"
"I don't need no babysitter! I've been taking care of myself my whole life and I've turned out just fine!"
"Uh huh, yeah Grim, and that's why you need a babysitter."
"I'll show you, Ace! Starting today, I ain't getting no more help from anyone!" Grim declares.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you say. I gotta go take care of this cut. I'll see you back at the dorm, Duece."
After that, I went to the herb garden to find Professor Crewel.
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twisted wonderland: best friend?
Hey there, so this is my first fanfic and Imma just do this for fun for my friend, so don't expect too much qualitiy lol. The main focus is Ace and you, his best friend.
As usual you go to school with your best friends Ace, Deuce and Grim. Everythings seems like the usual and completely normal when finally luch break arrives.
Grim's stomach rumbles terribly loud. ''Arghh I'm so hungry! They better serve some nice tuna today!''
''sigh, I agree on the hungry part...'' Even Deuce seems to be starving.
You start feeling the hunger too and as you check if Ace is feeling the same you notice he stared at you. But as your eyes meet he quickly turns away. ''Y-yeahhhh totallyyy...''
He nervously fake smiles, as if he's hiding something. You can literally feel in your bones that something is fishy. Even Deuce seems to be side-eyeing him but you both decide to ignore it for now, since you don't have the energy to investigate Ace's stupid troubles right now.
As you three are eating on the table and talking Riddle walks towards your table. And he's...not exactly in the best mood. You can feel the tension in the air around him...
''Ace Trappola.'' He gives Ace a frightening glare.
''Yeah, housewarden?'' His voice sounds normal but you notice a drop of sweat running down his cheek.
Riddle crosses his arms and sighs. ''I will not accuse people withouth evidence BUT I shall let you know that I will find out. So IF you are the culprit, you'll know what awaits you. So consider taking the easier way out.''
Ace answers Riddle with a small pause. ''...what?''
Riddle sighs. ''Alright, if that's your decision, so shall be it. (Y/n), I request to give Ramshackle dorm a visit right after school.''
You're caught by suprise and accidentally spit out a bit of water, as you were taking a sip. A look that says ''why???'' is written all over your face. Riddle takes a seat beside you and crosses his arms once again. ''Ace, you'll be coming along.''
''Ha?? Uhm you see, I and (Y/n) actually got plans for today!''
Riddle smirks and turns to you. ''Is that so, (Y/n)?''
You look at Riddle, then at Ace, as he gives you a hopeful, but stressed look. I don't wanna be part of this... you think. But despite that, he is still your best friend. You nod to Riddle.
''I guess then you both are guilty. We'll head to Ramshackle dorm, right now. As the housewarden of Heartslabyul I insist on giving Ramshackle dorm a visit to prove that Ace Trappola is a rulebreaking thief! (y/n), is suspected to be his accomplice. If you don't agree it will only worsen your punishment!''
Totally confused and irritated you glare at Ace, questioning what the hell he did. Just like that the five of you head to Ramshackle dorm.
''Hey, tyrant!! What are you thinking to just simply order us around and barge into our house?! We're not even your dorm members!'' Grim seems to be quite mad about this. This situation seems to not only confuse you...
Even Deuce seems to be frustrated with Ace right now. ''Ace what did you do this time...''
''hahhhh... Alright housewarden. I will show you where it is BUT its no one else than me to blame. So please leave (y/n) out of this.'' Did he really just say that? Ace??
''I'll have to judge that after you explained.'', is all Riddle has to answer.
All of you head to the kitchen and Ace slowly opens it. You're totally dumbfounded as you see a strawberry cake inside your fridge. Next to it is a note saying ''don't eat!!''. Now everything makes sense and you puzzle the pieces together.
Ace once again snuck into the Heartslabyul kitchen to snatch some food. But instead of a snack, he decided to take a WHOLE cake. As if that wasn't bad enough already, he snuck it into YOUR fridge. You once gave him a key for the dorm, in case something happens. Now you feel a big wave of regret showering you...
He insisted that you weren't involved in all this but fails to convince Riddle. You both were given a punishment, even though you're innocent... Ace has to write a whole stack of apology letters and copy many of the heart queen's rules. Afterwards you both have to clean all windows in the whole heartslabyul dorm.
Why do I have to do this? God, Ace! How could he have done something that stupid!!
These thoughts can't stop crossing your mind as you both clean the windows together. Even though you're mad at him you still think that Ace couldn't have been dumb enough to do something so stupid. But then again, he wouldn't admit it to cover for someone else.
''The truth.'' You turn towards Ace. ''Tell me what really happened.''
He seems a bit suprised. ''Are you serious right now?''
''Yes, I know you're not THAT stupid, you know. Known you for some time now, no?''
''Wel that's... refreshing, not gonna lie. Ahem so! You know, I'm not the culprit!!''
''...is that all?'' Now you question if you really just overestimated Ace...
''How should I explain it... So I kinda found this strawberry tart in my room all of a sudden after I came from the basketball club. And there was this note, saying : ''It's all yours!''. Cool, I thought. I wanted to share... share it with you.''
He makes a small pause, checking if you're properly listening.
''Yeah so I came over and you were asleep on the couch. So I simply decided to put it into your fridge with the note ''don't eat!!'', so we could eat it the next day together. But then I found out that a strawberry tart was stolen from the kitchen in our dorm and things started making sense. I just hoped the housewarden wouldn't find out but here we are now.''
Your gaze is totally blank by the information dump and you're still not understanding a few things.
''So why didn't you just directly say that?''
Ace shakes his head, ''You actually think if I went to the housewarden and went like -OH nah actually that spawned in my room and I wanted to share it with my friends at Ramshackle dorm- he would have believed me? It would've been directly off with my head for whole two weeks then for lying!!''
''Then why didn't you tell me...?''
All of a sudden you don't feel angry at all anymore, more like... hurt? Is your bestfriend really not trusting you to believe him?
''When the housewarden said all that stuff, you and Deuce were directly believing him, right? You didn't even doubt me being guilty for a single second.''
''That's ... I doubted it.'' Not being able to fully deny it, you still try to explain yourself.
''Just now, right? Don't think its a little late???''
A rock of guilt hits you. Everything he said is true. And about you believing in him...yes, that was also true. Because of your complete silence its getting obvious how you feel.
Your best friend glances over at you, now feeling a bit bad himself.
''Alright, I admit. I DID cause some unnecessary trouble in the past. But I've changed, you know? I'm not as childish anymore as I was six months ago! sigh... I just wish that you at least had noticed that. And...sorry about this. I dragged you into that all.''
It seems he's not the best at apologizing. He puts his hand behind his head and avoids eye contact with you.
''Of couse I noticed your change. Honestly, at first we could have never been friends. You were such a nasty brat. The way you talked down on us, broke the statue the first day and-''
''I know, I know! Enough of that! Ugh''
A slight giggle escapes your mouth.
''You're my close friend, you know? I'm glad you're here and thanks to you these six months were really fun here. I can't imagine school withouth you anymore. And the fact you immediately came to me after seeing that tart is really sweet.'
''W-what...'', his cheeks are reddening a little.
''I accept your apology. So please accept mine too. I'm really sorry I doubted you and I'll make sure that never happens again. Deal, dear friend?''
''...Whatever...Deal'.'
You can't help laughing out loud. This side of Ace is quite sweet and enjoyable to you. Maybe you'll be able to bring it out of him more often...?
Oh, but an important thought crosses your mind.
''By the way, let's find those jerks who put the cake inside your room. I can't wait to beat those ***** and I'm sure Deuce will join us~'
A wide smirk appears on Ace's face. ''Heh, your smile right now is honestly frightening, but I do support the idea. Let's show them what happends when you mess with Ace Trappola...''
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