My Heart Soared With Riddles Part, He Is Too Precious Thank You For Doing My Second Request @twisted-draconia

My heart soared with Riddles part, he is too precious ❤️❤️💖💖 thank you for doing my second request @twisted-draconia

Can’t Sleep…with Riddle, Leona, and Floyd (Part 2)

A/N: So this group was requested by @riddle-simp ​ and I was so happy to be able to do it! I’ve actually had Leona’s in mind for a while? As well as Riddle’s, so to be able to write them out was nice! I hope they all sound okay! As always, any and all suggestions for this series (is this a series now?) please lemme know! I’m always happy to write more. 🖤

Part One

Warnings: None! All fluff! 

Gender Neutral

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You groaned out of frustration, pulling your blanket over your head, unsure of whether or not it was your own mind racing that was keeping you up or if you just weren’t tired. You’d read, tossed in bed a little to try and find the right spot, but sleep still didn’t come. “You know you’re breaking at least 3 rules right now being awake?” You heard your boyfriend mumble behind you. You giggled, turning to face Riddle—his slate grey eyes droopy with sleep, and an adorable pout on his face. "So are you dear.“ you teased, making him roll his eyes. “Is something wrong? Do you need to go to the infirmary or something?” He asked, quickly changing the subject. You shook your head, “No. I just…can’t seem to fall asleep for some reason.” The room was quiet for a moment, before Riddle sat up, putting on his slippers and robe with a determined look on his face and leaving the room before you could even ask where he was going. Not much time passed before Riddle came back in, serving tray in hand with a tea pot and a few cups. He placed it in front of you, sliding next to you in bed. “I figured some sleepy time tea might settle you enough so you can get some rest?” You smiled, taking the cup he’d just filled and sipped it—the warmth easing your muscles. You leaned against his shoulder, your heart full and your mind starting to relax “Thank you, Riddle.” You felt a light kiss on your head, “You’re welcome; now please drink so we can go back to sleep. You know I can’t sleep if you don’t.” he chuckled, lightly pinching your cheeks.  

You had lost track of the times you had tossed around on the bed at this point. It was late, the moon your only light and yet you felt like you could run a marathon with the sheer amount of energy you had—and you were half tempted to. “Why the hell are ya still awake?” Leona’s gruff voice startled you, looking over to see your boyfriend half asleep. His long hair ruffled from his pillow, his eyes not even open, his position still unchanged. “I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep.” You mumbled. Leona groaned, “Well I can, and you’re disturbing the hell outta me.” You frowned, pinching his arm enough to cause him to growl, “Well I’m sorry my misery is such a bother! I’ll try to stop.” You snapped, rolling over in the bed. It was quiet for a while, before you felt one long, muscular arm reach over you. There was almost no time to protest as Leona pulled you to him. The lion draped the upper half of his body over yours, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arm tightly around you. His legs tangled with yours, and you could feel his whole body weight press you into the bed. You tried to struggle, Leona’s strength keeping you pinned as he nestled into you. “You’re crushing me you big lion!” You struggled, trying to wriggle free. “Yeah? Well it’s keeping ya from moving, isn’t it? Now go to sleep, you’re not gettin’ free and I’m not planning on letting you go until the morning.” He mumbled, his voice fading back to sleep. You wriggled for a while longer—struggling just long enough that you eventually gave up, your body starting to wear out. Leona had won. You sighed, as his weight and warmth started to soothe you enough that your eyes felt heavy. He might be prickly sometimes—but sometimes he could also be very cute.  

You weren’t sure just how long you had been staring at the ceiling, but it was long enough to know that you should’ve been asleep long ago. You had a million different thoughts racing through your mind, and no way to settle them. You grabbed your phone, trying to find a video that you could watch or something to read just to distract yourself long enough to get sleepy. You were quite a few posts into MagiCam before a voice startled you. “What are you looking at, Shrimpy?” Floyd’s asked, causing you to practically jump off of the bed. He laughed—loudly. “Don’t scare me like that Floyd! How long have you been awake?” You breathed, hand over your racing heart. He shrugged, “A while I guess? I woke up when I didn’t feel you clinging to me, got me all sad feeling.” He teased, his toothy smile wide and bright. “Can’t sleep or something?” You shook your head, “Nope.” He stared raised an eyebrow, “Anything I can do to help? Like make you a lil sleep potion? Maybe I can swipe some of Jade’s fancy tea to make you sleepy?” He offered, pressing little kisses all over your face and pulling you into a tight hug against his large body. “Well…I’m not going to take a potion you make, and if we steal Jade’s tea, it might not be a very good idea.” You said, running your fingers through his turquoise hair. He frowned, thinking for a while as you two snuggled, before popping up. “How about we don’t sleep at all? We can stay up and talk all night and I can cuddle you the entire time. Maybe you can show me some of the videos you were looking at?” You wanted to argue, but at this point, how could you? So you settled into his arms and unlocked your phone to the last video you had watched. You might not be getting any sleep, but at least the night was fun. 

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Yayyy some Valentine’s Day fluff, thank you so much @twisted-draconia for doing my request💖💖💖

Thank you for doing my other requests, I have another request and it involves all of the dorm leaders, could you do the dorm leaders receiving Valentines Day chocolate from the MC, I see some Valentine’s Day fluff/romance💖💓💖 thank you

Giving them Valentine’s Day Chocolate...with the Dorm Leaders

A/N: I LOVE this idea, and I’m so happy to be able to write something for Valentine’s Day!! I think this is such a sweet idea and I hope I did it some justice! Since this is for all of the Dorm Leaders, I made them shorter? I hope that’s okay? Thanks so much for coming back with another super cute request, and I hope you enjoy! 🖤🖤

Also...Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! ❤

Warnings: Nothing but Valentine’s Day Fluff! 

Gender Neutral

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♡ When you give Riddle a box of chocolates, proudly proclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day!” with a hug and a kiss, his face is tints pink and his slate grey eyes widen. And while he tries to fight it? He’s honestly so flustered and happy that he got your gift. Not only did you get him some of his favorites, but the box has details that match the Queen of Hearts and Heartslabyul, and everything about it is so neat and perfect. When he’s done admiring your gift, he’ll pull out his own for you—a cute heart shaped note, a red rose, and a heart shaped tart that he made in your favorite flavor (Yes, Trey did help him), handing them to you with a warm smile on his face saying “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too my heart!” 

♡ Leona has always been pretty moody and often pretty arrogant, but when you hand him a little box of chocolates in the middle of one of his naps, eagerly waiting for his response? He’s going to give you a lazy little smile, not saying anything before digging right into them. While he might come across as rude, Leona is thrilled on the inside. Not only did you think to get him something, you got something specifically for him; he wasn’t an afterthought or your second option. He doesn’t have to share, and his arrogance is quickly boosted knowing you thought of him. He might mumble out a quick and gruff, “Thanks, herbivore.” while he pulls you into him for a nap. As you both drift off, he makes note to ask Ruggie to grab something for your gift later. 

♡ Handing Azul a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day is going to break him a little. Not only is he not used to someone having nothing but pure affection and love for him, enough that they’d buy him a gift on the most romantic day in the world, but he’s honestly wondering how he managed to get so lucky to have you in his life? He is so overjoyed and happy the moment you hand him the box. He’ll offer to share some candy with you, and might even sample some as he gets them, dying to try the confectionary delights of the surface world. His face might be a little flushed and his eyes watery, but he maintains his signature smirk (albeit a bit softer) as he hands you a note and your own gift, saying “I love you angel, and thank you for thinking of me. I hope you’re ready for tonight, because I have a romantic date planned for us.”

♡ Giving Kalim any sort of Valentine’s Day gift is an EXPERIENCE, but when you give him a box of chocolates? He’s going to be THRILLED. First, Jamil has to taste them (for safety purposes of course, unless you asked Jamil to help you make them!), and after that Kalim is practically shoveling them into his mouth, complimenting how sweet they are and thanking you with the biggest and flashiest smile on his face for the amazing gift! “Thank you so much Y/N! I love it! I love you! I’m so thankful for this!” he says with a chocolate covered face, smothering you in kisses. He got you a gift too (Actually Jamil helped him with it) but...he seems to have misplaced it...maybe Jamil will know where it is? Kalim will have to ask him the next time he sees him! 

♡ Oh Vil absolutely adores flattery of any sort, so any gifts you give him, especially that fancy box of gourmet chocolates he mentioned wanting a while back are going to be accepted with the biggest, flashiest smile ever. He’s elated though, and though he’s adored by so many people, you’re the most important person that he’s been adored by. Anything you give him is precious, and he’s going to treasure it so much because he loves you with his entire heart. He’ll open it, feeding you one of the chocolates, telling you “Happy Valentine’s Day, dear. You dazzle me with your affection, and I am pleased that my beautiful face was on your mind today.” while handing you a very EXTRAORDINARY and clearly expensive gift. 

♡ Idia loves sweets and candy of any sort, so getting him a box of chocolates to show your affections for him on Valentine’s Day was probably the best bet. When you managed to go into his room and hand him the box, he’s going to be floored. Did he just receive a gift that upped his affection levels for you? His hair tints pink, his pale face completely flushed red as he takes the box, placing it somewhere safe to eat while he games later (they came from you, they have to have some sort of special properties to boost his skills at least temporarily, right?). And he’ll hand you an adorable card that says “You fill all of my hearts ❤” as he stutters out, “I-I know it’s not much, but wanna be m-my player two in this game today?”

♡ While Malleus has knowledge of Valentine’s Day, getting gifts from anyone was something he’d never thought would’ve happened in his long life, so you handing him a beautiful black heart shaped box of different flavored chocolates warms his heart almost instantly. Malleus has so much love for you, and getting something, even as simple as this, means everything to him. He smiles gently, his normally sharp and somewhat intimidating features softened as he looks at you, “To get a gift like this is so rare for me, but to get it from someone I love as much as you my love is even more special. Thank you, I will treasure it more than you know.” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on your knuckles and summoning some of the most beautiful things from the Briar Valley just for you. 

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My heart broke and fixed itself from this💔😭💖

Thank you so much @thesunshinebunny for doing my request. Can’t wait for part 2

Hello! I love your stories❤️. May I request an angst/fluffy scenario with the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o telling them that their mother wished she never gave birth to them and comforting them. I just watched the anime Higehiro and there’s a scene where the mother says that to the main MC and it affected me so much. Thank you ❤️

Uffff, I remember when I saw that scene for the first time many years ago. It also affected me quite a bit, I almost started crying. I am going to do the order in two parts because I ended up making it quite long. This part corresponds to Riddle, Leona and Kalim. I hope you are well, I am very sorry for the delay.

Riddle

The tea party wasn't going well. Specifically for you. You had avoided talking about the horrible conversation you had with your mother days ago, but not being able to bring it to the surface was taking its toll. You couldn't console an eight-hour sleep, if you made it to three was a miracle. Your appetite was diminishing to the point of not appearing in the cafeteria because the slightest smell already made you gag. You couldn't concentrate in class and the tasks were impossible to solve. You tried to put the best face in front of your teammates, but every day, every hour it was worse. The dark circles under your eyes, red from crying so much, began to be noticed much more precipitously, your voice had disappeared and your vocal cords were mistreated. Terrible days spent alone, and it wasn't even the middle of the week.

And all that mental and sentimental heaviness ended up exploding at the unbirthday party on Wednesday. You saw multiple mates having fun, talking calmly, full of joy and energy. And there you were, holding on not to shed any tears… it was all in vain when you felt fingers gently brush your hand.

Riddle was trying to approach you quietly, he intended to hold your hand for a couple of minutes while the party went on, but it was that light touch, so gentle and innocent, that made your eyes shine and tears began to flow like a waterfall. Those around you were worried to see you in such a deplorable state, Riddle the most, and without raising any more suspicions, excused himself from the table and took you with him to the lounge, putting an arm around your shoulders and hiding you with his cap.

As the two of you sat down in one of the large armchairs, you burst into tears. All the stress that you have been accumulating these last days, all the sadness and anguish that the conversation with your mother had an impact on your mental health. The hands of the clock stopped before such a sad scene, time had frozen and the only thing that kept you in orbit was the amount of tears that ran down your cheeks. Riddle dedicated himself to holding your hands, to give you little consoling cuddles, while he waited for you to calm down a bit and explain the situation to him.

With all the possibilities, the last thing he expected to hear were those cruel and vile words your mother spoke to you. Even his mother wasn't capable of such hatred and contempt.

"I understand what it's like to have a bad time with your mother, but I can't put myself in your shoes" his hands went up your arms until they reached your shoulders. He gave you one, two, three little massages, and brought you to him. The hug was a bit inexperienced and careless, but it conveyed the affection and appreciation that Riddle had towards you, towards your being, your essence and soul.

"What I can do is hold your hand for as long as you need to feel better, whether it's days, weeks or months"

Leona

What is more annoying to Leona than not being able to take his daily nap in the botanical garden? Not sleeping said nap with you next to him.

You were arriving an hour late and Leona couldn't smell your scent near the place in question. Every minute he passed he became more irritable, his tail wagging erratically and his ears kept flexing as he tried to find you through all the screeching. Not being fruitful waiting for you, Leona reluctantly stood up, anyone who passed by his side will see his face upset and ready to rip out the jugular to anyone who tried to bother him.

He walked to Savannaclaw with the intention of going to his own bedroom and not getting up until dinner time. But to his surprise, and his bad temper, he found you in his own dorm, sitting on the edge of the large pool, feet in the cool, cool water, head down and with no intention of lifting it no matter how many people passed by your side.

Your head only rose to look at that lion whose figure was imposed on your side, letting him see your red and swollen eyes and your cheeks wet from crying so much. Neither of you said anything for a couple of minutes. Leona sat next to you, trying inside him to give you your space, he didn't either deign to put an arm around your shoulders or hips, he didn't ask what was wrong with you, he just stood there. Reserved.

When the sun was about to set on the horizon, your words came timidly to the surface. New tears ran down your cheeks as you recounted the terrible experience you had with your mother days ago. “Tsk, how troublesome” was the only thing Leona said before pulling you towards him. He let your face hide on his shoulder, he didn't care if his shirt got wet, he placed his tail on your waist, trying to give you a little more protection.

After about half an hour, when the water was already getting too cold to enjoy at night, the brunette carried you to his room, snuggling your head on your chest, thus preventing any student from seeing your afflicted face. All the way he thought of ways to make that person, if you could call them a person, who called himself your mother, pay. Maybe Ruggie could do him a couple of favors… but it wasn't worth it, no matter how much his blood boiled and wanted to sink his claws and fangs into every part of their body, it wasn't worth it. Not when it meant putting you in even more pain.

Being already in his room, he laid you on his bed as if you were a feather, a completely defenseless and fragile little thing. He laid your head on a pile of pillows and covered you with his sheet, preventing the cold of the night from chilling you even more.

“Look” he started stroking your head, moving the little strands that were stuck to your cheeks thanks to your salty tears “Your mother misses having a relationship with a person as brave and incredible as you”

Noticing you a little calmer, he got under the sheets, trapping you again in his arms and placing your head on his chest again, this time completely covering you with his figure, without ever stopping patting your head. Your breathing became calmer, more controlled; your arms were strong again, enough to wrap even a little around his shoulders. Leona supported his hand under your chin in the most comfortable way possible, and little by little he raised your face, until your gaze was in contact with his. “Hold your head up high and show her what you're capable of. Bust her ego”

Kalim

Your little sobs echoed through the halls of Scarabia. Today was a cold and sad night compared to the normal warm and partying ones. Today there was no banquet, no exuberant food, no party. Today there was nothing; just a cold starry sky that accompanied the dinner of worried students.

They knew Kalim was present in his chambers, worrying not about planning new activities for the bedroom, but trying to calm and support his partner. Nobody knew what had happened, but it must have been something very ugly and shocking for even Kalim's cheerful and outgoing aura not to be felt in the air.

“I can't understand the feeling you're going through, but I'm here for whatever you need.” Kalim's voice came out as a whisper between his own sobs. He was sad, very sad. He was sad for you, for your situation.

The one with ruby ​​eyes didn't understand what the indifference of a relative was, and one as important as parents. His parents had wanted him, he was the firstborn of his lineage, but that didn't stop him from feeling empathy for the people around him.

Kalim caressed your back slowly while he kept your head resting on his chest. Your tears wet his shirt, but he didn't care at all. The only thing he cared about was keeping you calm, stable. "Please don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you sad"

When the first tears began to roll down your cheeks, Kalim almost panicked. It's not like he was oblivious to tears, even he cried from time to time, but he didn't like to see his friends and family, the people he loved, cry. And when you told him the reason, you could hear his heart break into a thousand pieces.

Minutes, maybe hours passed for you to calm down or at least for you to stop crying. It was already early morning, felt the cold air of the desert. You began to tremble, perhaps from the spasms from crying so much or from the cold, it wasn't clear. Kalim covered them both with a blanket, a little light, but did the job perfectly. “Smile for me, you are part of my family” and with that, you were able to end the night with some peace. Maybe starting a new family.

Lord almighty my heart is racing like crazy, I love these boys so much especially the strawberry cutie Riddle, amazing job @ristoranteivorykeys

your kisses with him – headcanon

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭: valentines kisses ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ft. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, and octavinelle

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: noooo what do you mean i’m ignoring my requests for indulgent writings, what are you talking about–– shot but in all seriousness, happy valentines day!! i wanted to experiment a little with this type of writing since i felt like doing my usual format for hcs won’t be able to convey what i really want to convey, if that makes sense. originally, i was supposed to do for all student characters, but my mind blanked out from friday to sunday. i might do scarabia to diasomnia next month in celebration for white day, so if you like this, look forward to that!! ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: @mobagehelllocal for the idea!!

He’s direct. He kisses you without stopping himself, but his lips touch yours like a rose petal touching the ground. Soft. Light. Not completely touching. His hands slightly tremble as they cup your cheeks, as if trying to hold a rose stem.

He pulls away, a respectable distance from you. Grey eyes quiver while gazing at you, the eyes of an Alice lost in her way in this Wonderland and not a Queen of Hearts who commanded the room.

You smile.

It’s okay, you silently say before placing your lips on his. A muffled yelp leaves his mouth. Shocking. Pleasuring. Loving. He tastes of tea and tarts. Innocence’s sweetness made its home in his tongue, and you’re making a visit to experience it. But then you taste something else. Ineffable, yet you knew. A subtle bitterness, a note of lost childhood. He sighs in content. You feel his smile on your own.

Sugar and spice filling your nose. The hum of the oven. Sticky fingers and dusty aprons. You lean on the messy island from a long day baking. It’s done. It’s finally done.

A sudden sensation. It’s as startling as the prick of a thorn but soft as a petal. You whip your head. In your vision, he chuckles, a sound rich like chocolate ganache. You pout at him. That’s not enough. He comments about spoiling you too much.

You pout even further. Unsatisfied. Needy. Emotions that almost put you in a mad daze.

You pull his apron towards you, strong enough that he follows along. Chocolate-covered lips smack his. He tastes of a busy bakery whose scent wafts around the neighborhood, beckoning people to come and have a taste of such sweetness. Your tongue chases for that sweetness. A deep amused hum rumbles from his throat. Then his tongue overtakes yours.

Hands tangled in his hair. Moans leaving his throat. Teeth grazing your lip. Your tongues dance like feet on a disco floor. Spontaneous. Stimulating. Seducing. Perhaps there are passers-by, but the world no longer matters except the spotlight illuminating you and him. His taste reminds you of car rides under sunset skies. Where music blasts from speakers. Where you sing at the top of your lungs until your voices can’t take it anymore. Passionate. In the moment. Hoping for forever.

But knowing that forever does not exist.

Your lips pull away, letting yourselves breath. But a string of saliva hangs between you two. A manifestation of both your desires for connection.

Your back presses against the stone wall. Arms trap you, blocking your escape. A victorious smirk graces that annoyingly pretty face. The ace is his.

He moves closer until his grin touches your pouty lips. His tongue pushes to enter your mouth, but you block the entrance. This game is not yet over, and you are far from done.

Hands grabbing his hair. Your teeth biting his lower lip. A startled sound leaves his throat immediately followed by a groan. Your tongue traces the mark on his lip, tasting a hint of cherries. A sweetness unbefitting his brattiness, and yet reminding you of a child’s innocence and immaturity.

A mistake you made. He takes his chance and inserts his tongue in your mouth. The cherry taste mixed with hints of artificial flavors takes over your senses. But you aren’t going down so easily. Fighting back, your tongues battle for dominance. Persistent. Frustrated. Determined. Needy mouths refuse to stop until a victor comes out on top.

Your warm breath mingles with his. The distance is so small, yet his lips feel so far. He just needs one more inch. But it seems that it’s a leap he can’t make.

You close the gap. It’s short. Probably less than two seconds. But you briefly taste sunny side up eggs served by mom on sunny Saturday mornings.

Lips part. Yet the distance is still small, the craving for that nostalgic taste keeping you close to him. Was it good, he asks. Eyes that have always been your clear skies are now cloudy with nervousness. You smile. You lean to give him a small peck. Please do it again.

Clouds dispel. His eyes are clear skies once more, the light of joy rivaling the sun. He leans to give another kiss, but this time, longer lasting.

Sheets have long been tossed to the floor. Strong arms wrap around you as lips encase yours. Unprepared. You were unprepared for the loud sounds of sucking and bilabial clicks of your lips. You were unprepared for his tongue entangling in yours. You were unprepared for his fangs that are greedy for your taste.

There’s a hint of today’s popular meaty meal in the kiss. A king that feasts on anything, a glimpse of wealth on your tastebuds. Soon, your lungs start aching, and you move to stop and breathe. But his hold on you tightens. His lips are on yours again.

Greedy. Needy. You almost groan in annoyance. Almost. For somehow, in the midst of the passion, you remember. A king can’t rule alone. Perhaps that loneliness caught up with him. So just this once, you’ll indulge him, losing yourself in the heat of his kisses.

Sweaty. Sticky. Your skin is moist and heated. From the dry air? From the kiss? From both?

Moans leave your lips. Your legs continuously move until they intertwine with his legs. A tug of your hair, and your moans grow louder. Pain and pleasure mixed as one. You tug on his hair, and his reaction is the same. Somehow, the sound spurs you to deepen the kiss. Your tongues chase for each other, like dogs chasing for the nearest pond. You crave for the sweetness he has. Donuts. Your taste buds are overwhelmed with the taste of cheap dough and sugary glaze. A hint of cheap chocolate. You absentmindedly wonder how much he has to work to buy the treats he loves.

He pulls away to let himself breathe, a smirk eventually forming on his face. Congratulating you or mocking you, you couldn’t quite tell. Not bad, he says. And he comes back to your lips. His hunger and thirst for you has not been quenched yet.

His body pressing you down against the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips gently plant themselves on every inch of your face. One kiss. Two. Three. Every kiss holds the same care that a gardener gives to his plants. Seeds of love placed on your skin to remind you that you are his, now and forever.

His mouth finally encases your lips. A thirst finally quenching your parched desires. His kiss is fresh fruit drinks on a day where the hot sun bathes your skin. Cool citrus flavors coat your tongue. Refreshing. His kiss tastes refreshing. And even when he pulls away to let you breathe, the taste of citrus remains in your mouth.

The cold air tickles your skin, yet your body feels warm. The hum of the air conditioner in the room accompanies the melody of the kiss you two share on his chair.

His arms around your waist. Your hands buried in his hair. Smooch. Your sounds of kissing along with his sighs bring you deeper and deeper in the kiss. Was this the sailor’s thoughts when he hears the siren’s call?

Push. Pull. Push. Pull. His lips and tongue move to the rhythm of the waves lapping on a shore. His taste… you can’t quite tell what it is. You taste spices and herbs, sugars and salts. A taste with variety, as abundant as his talents.

Lungs ache. But you don’t leave. You can’t leave. For he beckons you to draw closer, to never leave his side.

Your moans filling the room. His teeth grazing your lip. His tongue entangled in yours, all to please you.

You hold his head closer to you. More. You need more. Please give me more, you beg through the tracing of your tongue on his top lip. Shocking. Addicting. Intoxicating. His taste is a marriage of the sea and the land, a saltiness mixed with earthy flavors. Sparks dance on your lips, coursing through your veins until it reaches your heart. Like a lightning that pierced through your chest, only it felt so good that you drown in the feeling.

You don’t care if you sink to the pleasure that his silver tongue brings. You need more. You’re addicted.

Tight. His limbs around you are tight as he pins you to the bed. His tongue dominates yours, entwining it as if a physical manifestation of binding yourself to him.

You taste so many things that it overwhelms you. A hint of takoyaki, a dash of chips, a note of candy. It leaves you heady, and you want more of it until you can no longer breathe.

You flinch. His teeth dig into your lip. There’s a new taste now, a coppery flavor from the wound he created. It excites your taste buds, and the pain adds a new depth of pleasure. You moan. You grasp onto him. Holding him close and bringing him down with you in this sea of ecstasy.

Can that be me please with Riddle, I want to listen to his heartbeat so badly ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Compensating to my absence-

TWST Your Heartbeat (Trey, Cater and Riddle)

Trey Clover

I didn’t censor his name sorry folks >:///

Trey’s heartbeat is like the muffled whirring sound of the mixer stirring floured bread dough; the warm smell of it’s earthy scent mixed with sweet honey and walnuts mixing in together, another smell more burnt and firmer is another bread baking in the oven.

His heartbeat is calming, like a sight of a quaint, tranquil little cafe with hot coffee and a plate of blueberry bread, the sweet smell wafting through the air to allow people passing by to come find the small little bakery to just taste it.

You’re the only one who gets to take in the sweet aroma of this “blueberry bread”. How lucky of you~

It warms you when you lay your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

He wraps his arms around you as he smiles softly, the sound of his heartbeat gradually puts you to sleep as he kisses your forehead, your scent luring him to close his eyes and rest. <3

I still don’t like you >:(((

Cater Diamond

It will come to your surprise that Cater’s heartbeat isn’t all that energetic, hyped up and fast paced,

much like his bright and upbeat personality he has with you.

Not at all, in fact.

His heartbeat sounds soft, yet firm, rhythm steady and slow.

It feels like diamonds softly tinkling against one another, strings of them swaying back and forth slowly. It twinkles ever so slightly, a glimpse of a glimmer from each precious stone.

He smiles when he looks down, seeing you so fascinated yet so drowsy upon hearing his heartbeat as you lay on his chest.

The man caressing your cheek as you slowly closed your eyes.

As so did he when he took in your delicate sleeping features. <3

Riddle Rosehearts

Something about Riddle’s heartbeat is just… mesmerising.

While you don’t really want to know what it sounds like when he’s angered, most of the time, it sounds so soft and slow.

It’s like walking through a maze of roses in the early morning spring, birds chirping in the distance as the comforting and faint ringing of your ears. The warm sun with the feeling of cool dew from last night’s rain comforts you greatly,

you smile into Riddle’s chest as you listen closer to his heartbeat, making the dorm leader blush.

The sound of his heartbeat, in a way, was quite picturesque. You never thought of it’s sound giving imagery so vivid.

He only wraps his arms around you a little tighter, as he closes his eyes and rest his chin on top of your head. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

Thank you for the tag @sanctum-of-ramshackle

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Color: Sky blues and Black

Song Stuck In My Head: The Motto by Tiesto and Ava

MaX

Last Thing I Googled: popular tubers on YouTube

Time: 6:38 pm

Dream Trip: Stuck between South Korea and Japan

Something I want Right Now: the new chapter for the

Twisted Wonderland Heartslabyul Comic to be translated

Tagging: @pwrxglory @a-herbivore-in-wonderland @xkotaro16w @ristoranteivorykeys @queenscodex @twstlibrary @squid-god-supreme @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

Wahhh ty for the tag qian !! It was a little long so I’m making my own post instead of a rb…

Relationship status: I’m aromantic dawg

Fave color: green !! Specifically dark green

Fave food: Empanadas!

Song stuck in my head: ahora entregate by adolescents orchestra !!

Last thing I googled: Izumi Sena wiki page

Time: 3:59 PM

Dream trip: I don’t think I have one ?? Anywhere w my friends lol

Something I want rn: dia sob

tagging: @nikikyuuun @s4egusas @rinnepegger