˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mail ― would you all believe me if i told you that's me in the header ? .. mhm<3 i choose a lil of my faves, floyd will def be added later.
੭﹕﹒ suggestive themes ! all fictional, written for the author's amusement <3 my work, do not steal/copy ― enjoy ( ╹▽╹ ) y'all like each other mkayy ৻ꪆ not beta-read !
𐔌 . ⋮ AZUL ASHENGROTTO .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞. it's dark, secluded, the two of you far too close. but neither of you took the opportunity to move or push each other away. there was just a heavy tension in the air, the space hot and bodies tight.
you take a step, unbeknownst to your surroundings beside azul.
you had no time to process the touch of azul's hand that grasps your bicep, pulling you away from the practically invisible boxes behind you.
"careful," he whispers, breath hot against your skin.
his grip lasts longer than intended.
"wouldn't want you getting hurt in such .. confined spaces .. such as here."
there was a silence that followed after, you can see him adjust his glasses, barely keeping it together despite trying.
"you look nervous," you spoke softly, his body jerks and he settles a hand at your side, fingers fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.
"i am not."
you move your leg to brush against his, deliberate, almost testing the waters and getting comfortable at the same time.
"barely any room to move," you barely let out a breath, sighing just enough to keep your leg in-between his own. azul hums, you can practically see in his body movements how to get out of this situation.
seven minutes is barely enough time.
"hypothetically speaking," your eyes perk up to meet his, glasses barely visible in the dark. "one who's in a closet with another do tend to― they are expected to play the game, in our case―"
"you talk way too much," you groaned, finally pulling azul gently by his scarf and leaning close to kiss him. much to your shock, azul pulled you close and kissed you first.
he's hesitant, his hands roaming down to hold your hips in a soft grip―almost testing how long you'll go for until you pull back. you felt him melt into the kiss once you kissed him back, taking his hair in your hands and pulling gently.
it was passionate, all composed thoughts out the door as your leg grinds his inner thigh. azul make a soft noise against your lips, but doesn you'll away just yet.
takes a breath, and immediately kisses you again―gloved hands taking your waist and squeezing softly.
when you finally pulled away, for real this time, he rests his forehead against yours and his glasses fog up―barely holding up from the bridge of his nose.
breathing softly, he tilts his head and states. "we never speak of this, to anyone. nothing happened." you can't take him seriously with his hair all messy and clothes wrinkled.
kissing your lips you leave another kiss to his temple when the buzzer goes off and the next few days are unbearable for azul, he can't get you out of his head.
𐔌 . ⋮ VIL SCHOENHEIT .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗧 𝗩𝗜𝗟'𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙 when the door is shut, immediately dusting away at his clothes when stepping inside the small closet. "honestly, when was the last time rook cleaned." you heard until it turned into complete silence again.
you stood just across from vil, standing with your back arched due to the boxes and racks of clothes. your butt barely brushes off the wall when you face him, eyes locked and bodies warm.
"out of all places," vil sighs, heels barely making noise as he steps sideways awkwardly―his hands rest by your hips, just to keep you steady.
he noticed the way your body went stiff at his soft touch, not pulling away but simply freezing up.
vil, of course, points this out. "you look far too nervous for someone who was excited a few moments ago,"
ah, so he DID notice your happy smile.
''can you blame me," you tease back, smirk barely visible but velar enough for vil to scoff playfully a second later. "i suppose not," he immediately places a steady hand on your back. "but please, mainframe from slouching, you'll get a bad back..."
you took this opportunity to step closer to him, your hands rest at his shoulders you make the first move, kissing the boy on the lips before he could speak.
his eyes widen, you bold action catching him slightly off guard―he had already planned to take the first step, yet here you are. With his composure cracked ever so little already, vil gently drifts his hands down your hips and pulls you closer to his own.
he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, playing and twirling it against your touch, he hums against your hips. the kiss deepens, postures cracked and clothes wrinkled.
after moments of hot tension, you pull back and chuckle at his smudged lipstick, knowing it probably stained yours as well.
"if anyone were to smudge my lipstick," he mused, taking his thumb and brushing it under your lip to get a good look at you, "it would be only you~'
the buzzer beeps and for the next few days it's on and off with you two, rook asking vil many questions and epel growing ever so suspicious since that day.
in the end, you and vil have a lot of speaking to do.
𐔌 . ⋮ CATER DIAMOND .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗧, the door shutting and closed with a soft click of the lock.
he complains about their being terrible lighting and that this is such a juicy post―even if the two of you were not dating, the moment was still hot.
"ah, so much content potential. horrible lighting." he sighs playfully, looking over to notice the scenario. you're almost fully pushed against him and your arms crossed over your chest. your bangs covers your eyes and fingers tug at your sleeve,as if your trying to figure out what to do or say.
"hey," cater mummers softly, "i can call this off if you're un comfortable―"
you shake your head, leaning it back to stare at him. his phone is in his hands, but they are resting at your sides. his thumbs run circles around your hip to sooth your nerves but he doesn't know it's making you want to kiss him more.
"you look...nice, tonight." he compliments, trying to lighten the mood but you only respond with a soft thanks until it turns back to an awkward silence.
the playful energy fully leaves and cater gets serious, something you rarely see in public. however, you can argue with the fact you're not in public at this exact moment.
"out of the blue, but..." cater takes a breath, "what would you think after if we actually do ... something."
you noticed how close he is now, his hands rest at your hips now and stare at you with a soft yet determined look.
you don't stop him, you don't pull him away―"would you like that?" he asks, gaining the confidence when you don't push or run out of his arms and tug at the doorknob.
"would you?"
he doesn't reply, only leaning close to kiss you softly. he smiles when you melt into it almost immediately, your hands finding his shoulders and pulling him down to get a better angle.
eventually your fingers find his hair and the second you tug he lets out a strangled noise, a muffled moan? did he...enjoy that?
you did it again, cater barely made a noise this time but his hands roam up your shirt and back down your bare skin.
once out of breath, cater and you pull back at the same time, his forehead rests against yours and he lets out a soft, "wow" chuckling happily.
you tuck his hair back when the door opens and continue the rest of the night staring at each other with soft blushes. trey can already clock the both of you, and congratulate his friend who is mega confused .. but also immensely happy.
𐔌 . ⋮ IDIA SHROUD .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗦 when the door locks, the echo of the click repeating in his head. you are standing across from the boy, his hair illuminated the room just enough to see his nervousness.
"okay, ya this is fine. we can just―stand here―for seven minutes, well now it's roughly six minutes and 34 seconds. we can―"
"idia," you gently called his name and his whole body jerks. "you're shaking like a leaf," you observe, not even trying to make him blush.
it's worse you can obviously see his hair fade to a light pink but now you mention he's shaking? yah, hit the restart button.
"it's just―cold in here. i get cold easy, you know this!―"
you take a risk and step closer, just enough to touch his chest and brush his hair behind his neck. "ah―direct contact. abort, let me out, too much―too hot. I MEAN―"
"it's hard to move around in here," you comment nonchalantly, like idia isn't crumbling in front of you. idia states at you, eyes wide like saucers and pressed right against the wall, even though you're still super close.
he doesn't push away, he actually just lets you do what your doing. which makes you want to test this further, treating this as an experiment as he would like to call it.
"what―what are you doing?" idia blurts out when your hands smooth down his chest. "seven minutes can take such a long time, y'know?"
"that's kinda how time works."
he's trapped between you and the wall, your fingers tugging his collar. "you're...using so many cheat codes, right now."
"mhm."
idia gulps, your hands cup his chin and you lean close, lips ghosting over his own.
"idia, can i kiss you―"
"yes."
you finally kissed him, harder than you had intended due to him pulling you. idia's hands are quick to grip your hips. tight. you can hear his breathing change, the noises turn soft and his body move against yours.
you can already tell how much he's been waiting for this moment, how much he's wanted this. your lips dance over his, hands finding their way around his neck and his own under your waistband.
he was fast but hesitant, moving forward only when you wiggle around to allow him to touch you, your chest pushed against his own and he blushed hard.
when you both finally, finally, pull away the two of your are left breathless. which makes him less embarrassed seeing your flushed cheeks.
"holy...fuck."
you chuckle softly and adjust your hands to caress his arms when the buzzer beeps after what felt like an eternity. he doesn't speak or look at you for days, knocking himself down for being weird or too much.
you have to be the one to go up to him and clear things up with him, he'll be in his room<3
SUMMARY: Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you must—
But you can’t blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with little plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, lost of virginity, Doubble D, merfolk fuck, tentacles, knotting.
COMMENTS: This is the FINAL PART FOR THIS SERIES! New intro, same context. All characters are +18. Part one here - Part two here
Ah...Unbirthday party, so many rules, so many colors, so many Heartslabyul students following the schedule to the letter, but it’s the new guests, the slight loosening of Riddle, the new activities, and the fresh air without a trace of tension or rivalry that makes this party feel more… alive. Loud music blares from someone’s speaker, drinks and sweets, too many sweets, that aren’t written in the beloved “Queen of Hearts’ Rules,” the atmosphere overflowing with camaraderie forged after a completely… catastrophic year. The red roses painted immaculately, students from the famously strict dorm welcoming every guest who wants to join, appreciating all the contributions to make this party feel more like a celebration than just a dorm event.
Trey and Cater busy themselves filling the dessert table, already overflowing with chocolates, strawberry tarts, bowls of plain strawberries, though you leave a pot full of cream for anyone who wants to make their fruit even more delicious. Vil and Rook bring more fresh food, prepared with the best organic ingredients from Pomefiore; even Epel brought several jugs of apple juice.
The atmosphere feels more energized, mixed with that dangerous aura of a bunch of hormone-driven kids with barely controlled magic who want to blow off stress one way or another; even if blowing off stress means eating until bursting, hitting a sugar spike… or getting drunk.
Because yes, this might be the calmest Unbirthday party in terms of rules, but that didn’t mean Ace couldn’t pull something. With a flask in hand and the most smug, mischievous grin that always shows when he knows what he’s about to do could land him in serious trouble, Ace pours the bright amber contents—shining and camouflaged perfectly in the punch, or was it iced tea?—so that no one notices the difference; or maybe they do, but they’re too busy with the food and with breaking more rules.
“If anything happens, blame my brother. His idea” the redhead tells you when you give him a look, though it doesn’t last long because you also want to try the contents of that new, gleaming drink.
Between hands and dancing, what starts as one cup filled to the brim with amber liquid mixed with fruit turns into two, three, even a fourth; it’s so sweet you can’t even taste the alcohol. Your legs, however, do notice, wobbling this way and that when you’re guided through the maze-like garden paths, or when Trey takes you to the lounge to help carry new tarts to the dessert table, him holding one in each hand without trouble.
The celebration that, by habit, usually lasts a couple of afternoon hours stretches longer and longer, the sun dipping below the horizon and the real magic beginning to hum with the moon in the sky. The lights grow sharper, more intimate, some colored, the music louder and the air heavier with sweetness.
You see Jack and Leona having a friendly arm-wrestling match on one of the lounge’s low tables, some betting on Jack, others, too afraid to go against him, on Leona. Jamil sits beneath a great rose arbor, enjoying that for once he doesn’t have to cook, letting Kalim do as he pleases.
Sebek’s constant shouting rings out as several people approach Malleus to strike up small conversations, noticeably affected by the punch enough to lose their fear, and the tall fae letting himself be drawn into countless discussions, most of which he barely understands, yet listening closely and laughing from time to time.
The air grows warmer with every minute as people shed the tension from their shoulders and let the stress dissolve on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the lounge. You feel hands brushing your arms and hips, bodies leaning against you to share gossip or simply mess with your hair or your reactions, someone placing a liquor-filled chocolate against your lips, waiting for you to bite so they can eat the other half.
Vague, sensory memories linger in your mind like small flashbacks: fingertips brushing the skin of your neck, a whisper in your ear, your back arching slightly thanks to the garden breeze over your nape freed from your hair. Someone moving your hair from your face and lips brushing your forehead before lowering to yours. Memories of your vision blurring and spinning and glowing while the noise of the party scatters, as if the crowd were drifting away, or maybe it’s you who’s drifting. The coldness of the wall against your back and a warm body against your chest.
Hands roaming your sides, tongues licking your thighs, a bed falling apart with every movement of both bodies; a rough gasp against your neck, teeth nibbling your earlobe, skin burning and the delicious anticipation of desire sliding between you. Words barely whispered or spoken through laughter, sometimes said with need, other times with pure overflowing desire, promising an endless night meant only for you.
Morning light pushes in annoyingly through the window, preventing you from opening your eyes to face the new day. A headache drills from behind your eyes and your body aches and feels heavy, and you’re unable to move without your legs feeling numb, like a pair of gelatin molds with a liquid center slowly pushing through and melting the outer layer.
╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌
Cater
Waking up feels like you survived a tornado of sugar and bad decisions. Your head is pounding like it’s about to explode and your mouth is ridiculously dry. When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is a trail of…
Glitter?
Well that’s new
You also notice the pillow is way too soft, much softer than yours at Ramshackle, and it smells like citrus mixed with both sweet and spicy.
You stretch, your body aching in a sharp way but also with a pleasant sensation between your legs and in your thighs, and your hand bumps into another body.
You bump it again… and again… and again.
Your hand keeps colliding with what seems to be a bare chest.
You hear a low, satisfied hum, look to your side, and find Cater’s awake face, hair a mess, phone in hand.
And the camera is pointed straight at your wrecked face.
“Morning, cutie~!” his voice far too energetic for this hour.
He flips the phone around and shows you the very lovely, very disastrous photo of your eyes barely open in the first morning light.
You look like absolute hell, sweetheart
“#GoalsIRL, am I right?”
“Delete that right now, Cater!”
He just laughs, tossing the phone onto the pile of discarded clothes at the foot of the bed—and by pile I mean a couple of your things and his, let’s say some shirts and a pair of pants.
Because the rest of the clothes… are everywhere.
Your panties are even hanging from the bedpost.
“Relax, babe, that one’s just for my private collection,” his mischievous eyes travel over your body, biting his lip. “Unless you want me to show the world the absolute snack I had last night”
You follow the line of his gaze and realize your chest is uncovered, bits of glitter stuck to your skin. Your eyes return to Cater, noticing his chest is also bare and covered in glitter.
You pull the sheets up to your chest, but you can’t help wanting to look underneath them. Very timidly you lift them and, to your not-so-surprise… yes, you’re naked; you clutch the fabric tighter around yourself and sit up slowly.
“We…?”
Cater gives you the most shameless grin. “Oh, we definitely did, cutie~” He winks and his voice drops into a wicked whisper. “Didn’t know you had what it takes to keep up with me. Didn’t peg you as someone so… insatiable”
Fragments return in chaotic bursts: his hands around your waist while he made you dance to a song neither of you was really listening to; his lips at your ear whispering all the things he wanted to do to you after the party.
His lips never leaving yours when he couldn’t wait until the end, whispering he needed you now, carrying you to his room while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed and didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips back to the skin of your neck, undoing every button he found in his path and stripping you in record time. His mouth biting you with each piece of clothing freed, leaving reddish marks on your collarbone, your breasts, your thighs. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?”
His hands spreading your legs as he lowered his head, licking and sucking without restraint, growling in pleasure every time you moaned loudly. His tongue teasing your clit, sucking when he felt you getting desperate; his fingers sliding inside, first one then two, bringing your first orgasm of the night.
You remember riding him, your hands on your chest, his cock opening your wet cunt with every drop of your hips, your hair loose and eyes half-closed while your clit rubbed against his pelvis. Cater simply admiring your body moving deliciously, your breasts bouncing up and down.
His big hands holding one while the other gripped your hip firmly. “Come on, baby, move more, I want you to cum with my cock buried deep inside you”
The flash of his phone when he snapped a ridiculously shameless photo, the camera aimed right where his cock was driving into you, maybe even recording a short video; you managed to snatch the phone and throw it into a corner just as he smacked your ass hard.
The way he kept turning you and switching positions at will: your ass fully on display when he flipped you and kept you riding him, holding onto his legs; fucking you against the wall, his fingers sliding between your legs to play with your clit while he sucked your nipples.
Though his favorite position was missionary, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt already drenched from so many orgasms… while your mouth was also being used by one of his clones. “Keep moaning. I want the whole dorm to know who’s fucking you this good”
You remember feeling more than a couple of hands wandering over your body, gripping your hips, spreading your legs wider and keeping you from closing them, palms over your breasts playing with your nipples; and one particular hand gripping your throat so you could feel his cock sliding below.
“So delicious… you like it when I fuck you with my clones, baby? Hm? Want us inside everywhere?” your moans mixing with his breathless laughter as he thrust faster and faster until he spilled inside.
The moment he pulled out slowly, watching his semen slide from your pussy; his fingers gathering it and pushing it back in. “We’re not wasting a single drop, right cutie?” and before you could answer, he was already pushing back in, his cock hard again to start thrusting once more.
“You okay, baby? No regrets, right?” His words pull you out of the endless spiral of filthy, indecent fragments.
His thumb is working over a sore muscle in your back, slowly easing the tension. His gaze expectant and a bit nervous about whatever words you might say next.
“No regrets, Cay-Cay.” He smiles, satisfied—hearing that seems to free him from needing to hide under the biggest rock in society.
“…but you’re deleting everything you took yesterday.”
“Awww~ you’re so mean,” but there’s no offense in his tone.
Cater rolls onto his back, stretching, and you can’t help noticing the faint marks along his neck: hickeys, scratches, spots where you dug in your nails; he shows them like a supermodel.
“Wanna go for another round? Or need a second to catch your breath?”
You push his chest, though without much force and even less conviction. You let out a small laugh and he pulls you close, your body fitting perfectly at his side.
The warmth of his body wraps around you and for a second… you can set the headache aside.
Ruggie
The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your mouth is so dry it feels like the savanna itself, your head pounding a thousand miles an hour and an overwhelming, absolute need to chug a galleon of water.
You turn over, hoping to fall back asleep or at least find a position that might ease the drumming in your skull; you reach for the nearest thing to hug, thinking the soft pillow under your head might have a twin.
And you did find something, yes. But it’s not a pillow you’re hugging so tightly.
It’s something solid, hard, and a bit lean… and it’s alive.
You hear a yawn near your ear, followed by a soft chuckle. Something soft moves above your head.
A pair of ears twitch in time with your breathing.
…ears
You open one eye and find Ruggie’s messy hair, his gray-blue eyes looking at you from the next pillow over.
“Morning, sunshine—”
You don’t let him finish.
Still disoriented and a little sleepy, you grab the pillow under you and smack it straight into his face.
“AHHHHH… RUGGIE WTF?!?”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t hit me!”
Ruggie dodges a second strike by hiding under the sheets and peeking out with a wicked grin. He’s still laughing hard, coughing a bit from the intensity of that wake-up. “You’re more violent than a female hyena after mating”
“Ma-mating?!”
Your wide eyes take in Ruggie’s figure, only now barely covered; his torso is bare, a few scratches across his shoulders and pecs, a purplish hickey on his neck.
You glance down and see your own chest just as bare, covered in bite marks and a couple of hickeys along the curve of your breasts.
You clutch the pillow to you like a shield, covering your chest. “What…? Did we…? What happened?”
Ruggie props himself on one shoulder and starts counting on his fingers. “Let’s see… we danced a few songs, you stole a sweet straight outta my mouth, I got it back by kissing you, you asked me to teach you how the ‘wild animals of the savanna’ end the night… and I guess we got a little outta control, huh?”
The memories come in flashes: Ruggie’s hands on your hips while he spun you around again and again until you got dizzy. His wild laugh when you chased him down corridor after corridor, stumbling over your own feet, until you caught him and kissed him in the darkness of an empty hallway.
Wild, hungry kisses, little bites along your neck and collarbone. A particularly mischievous nip at your hip when he yanked your underwear down with his teeth; his hands positioning you on your back, one on your hip and the other lifting your leg, presenting you open for him.
His quick, skillful fingers moving nonstop inside your cunt while his tongue slowly licked your clit. “Fuck, best meal I’ve ever had” Your back arching when he found your most sensitive spot and hit it again and again and again, making you see stars and moan nonstop.
The way he bent you over, half your body on the bed, the other with your feet on the floor, your ass raised high so he could knead it, squeeze it, smack it.
The fast, eager rhythm of his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly into your backside, making it bounce. “Look at it move” His chest against your back, gripping your hips tight so you wouldn’t collapse.
His cock opening you inch by inch, trying to go deeper and harder, pinching your nipples so you couldn’t help but moan for him.
The way he sat you on top of him, Ruggie perfectly level with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them while you dropped down on him again and again. Your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance so you could move faster and keep your clit rubbing constantly against him.
His dirty words in your ear when he felt your spongy walls tighten, knowing you were about to cum. “C’mon, pretty, cum for me. I want you screaming for me”
Ruggie’s name on your lips when you cum hard, collapsing onto him, your nipples brushing his chest, already so sensitive and abused by his fingers and teeth; his reaction to having you squeeze him so tight, now moving you at his rhythm, fast and feral again.
“Ruggie! I-I’m sensitive!” him just moving you faster until you cum again, him chasing his own orgasm.
The moment Ruggie spilled outside, splattering your stomach with his seed. “I know you’ve got more in you, sunshine. ’Cause I’m nowhere near satisfied”
You groan, hiding your face behind the pillow, the fragments painfully vivid even with your eyes closed. “Oh Seven… really?”
“Yeah, pretty. And you were loud… pretty sure we didn’t let anyone in the dorm sleep.”
That does not make it better!!
Ruggie’s now stretched on his back, arms behind his head, the picture of satisfaction. You can’t help tracing his naked body with your eyes, every mark, every scratch, every hickey… drifting lower and lower, seeing the outline of his barely-awake cock under the sheets.
Ruggie’s eyes are up there, you know?
Your cheeks flush red and you look up at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal settling in your stomach and between your legs.
Ruggie stretches a hand toward your face, a finger tapping your nose. “You okay? No regrets?”
“I think… I think I’m okay.” You look back at him. “Just… wow.”
His grin now shows nothing but fangs and he sits up until your noses touch. “Just wow? Guess I’ll have to try harder then”
You shove him with the pillow and he catches your wrist, pulling you until you end up half on top of him. “You looked so happy last night, I wanna do it again”
His lips find yours, slow, almost a brush. His hand slides up your arm until he pulls away the pillow that so shamelessly hides the beautiful sight of your breasts marked by him.
“And if you’re in the mood, maybe I can make breakfast too… but only if you pay me in kisses.”
You settle more comfortably over him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Your cunt perfectly positioned over his throbbing, hungry cock, eager to sink back into you.
“Deal, hyena”
Jack
There’s a strong, solid, enveloping heat pressing you from all sides, keeping your back glued to a body much larger than yours, two limbs holding you tightly, wrapping around your waist from both sides.
You open your eyes, confused, and notice those limbs are two arms, huge and muscular, hugging you and keeping you firmly trapped.
And on top of that… you also feel something furry and fluffy tickling your leg.
…You lift the sheets.
It takes you a moment to register that: you’re naked, there’s a silver tail over your leg, the sheets aren’t yours, the bed isn’t Ramshackle’s… it goes without saying the room isn’t yours either.
Someone’s warm, light breathing prickles the skin of your neck. You turn your head slightly and see silver strands, adorned with two relaxed ears, barely twitching with each breath.
Jack huffs softly against your hair, his chest vibrating with his deep breathing. You feel his nose brush your nape and, with a low growl, he pulls you even closer, pressing your ass against his hip.
You feel his cock, hard, throbbing and big, even half-asleep; you hold back a gasp, noticing that small tingle of pleasure mixed with curiosity and the faint suspicion that last night was wilder than you want to admit.
“Jack…” your pulse suddenly races, like you’re running a marathon.
And with this wolf behind you… naked, for the record… there’s a very good chance you already ran that marathon.
You try to move slowly, but his arms tighten a little more, leaving small kisses along your nape.
Memories from the night before hit like lightning: the moment you leaned too heavily against his huge chest, your hands stroking up along his big arms, appreciating his muscles; his own hands pulling you even closer before pinning you against the wall.
His arms lifting you effortlessly—you weighing nothing to him—his mouth devouring yours while he held you snug against his groin. In that position, lifted and pressed between two solid surfaces, he made you feel so small; your cunt already growing wet with anticipation.
You remember the damp heat of his mouth moving down your neck, his tongue heavy with desire, soft bites leaving marks he then kissed tenderly or soothed with his tongue. “Does it hurt?” he’d whisper, and when you shook your head no, he dared to bite a little harder, growling when he felt you tremble beneath him.
The moment he laid you on your back on the bed, his knees between yours, his lips kissing every inch of your chest, licking, sucking your nipples until you were breathless.
His big, calloused hands exploring your body, opening your legs, sliding his fingers inside your more-than-wet pussy, opening you patiently but without hiding his desire, his palm right over your clit. Every time his fingers curled inside you, he stimulated that sensitive bundle at the same time.
His erection, heavy and throbbing, brushing your cunt, rubbing and letting your fluids wet him and make him harder; his tip rubbing your clit, ready to pull another orgasm from you without even being inside yet.
The way he arranged you on your side, lifting one leg and penetrating you slowly, filling you completely. Both your breathing ragged, mixed with gasps. His movements slow at first, sliding in and out, his hand holding your neck so he could bite you freely. “Let me mark you, let the whole world know you’re mine”
When you rode him, his cock sinking deeper, the wetness of your pussy soaking his abdomen and your legs, letting him thrust into you more easily, your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. The strength of his arms guiding you up and down, trembling when he felt your walls tighten more and more, cumming with his cock buried deep inside.
The moment you felt him swell at the base inside you, the pressure of his knot beginning to form, Jack gripping your waist to keep you from moving. “If you keep moving that good, I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” you trembled in his hold, his knot stretching you much wider.
The moment you both cum together, him howling your name muffled into your neck, the heat of his seed filling you, his knot firmly seated, keeping every drop from leaving your cunt and preventing you from separating while your orgasm made you writhe from head to toe.
The way he pulled you to him, his knot still deep inside, but his hands soft and protective, stroking your hair and face while you came down from the wave of your climax.
You dare to turn a little more, your memories from last night fresh and very, very hot, when you see Jack open his eyes, still confused and sleepy; his voice rough and deep… if that’s even possible.
“Morning, did you sleep well?”
“I think so… I can’t really feel my body… except my head.”
A small smile slips from him, nervous but sincere. “Didn’t mean to be rough last night.” His fingers trace the curve of your back. “But… I couldn’t stop touching you.”
A shiver runs down your spine, his fingertips along with the growing pressure against your ass. “I can tell”
You hear a growl leave his throat, your back arching as you reach to touch his chest, his shoulders; Jack bites his lip when he feels you press even closer to him. “You’re doing that on purpose”
You laugh at the little self-control he’s battling to maintain… though it makes you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden stab of your headache. His hands stroke your body slowly so the sudden pain fades a little.
Every brush, every caress, is loaded with that contained animal desire, which finally snaps when he kisses your neck again, hungrier and deeper. Soon, the bed creaks again beneath both your weights, the heat rising between your bodies.
In the morning, all that remains is the murmur of your name on his lips and his arms, steady and strong, settling you beneath him once more, while the sun keeps rising over the horizon.
Azul
For a moment, everything feels too and perfectly still, like a silent cocoon of warmth and luxury. The sheets feel incredibly soft and there’s a scent in the air faintly like sea salt.
Okay… your dorm never smelled like sea salt and you never had sheets this soft.
You open your eyes, blinking slowly against a haze of early light slipping through elegant curtains.
Yep, definitely not Ramshackle.
And this is not your room, much less your bed.
From the décor and the scent in the air… it’s obviously Octavinelle.
Your heart starts hammering, panic rising because you don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, until you feel a weight shift beside you. You turn and see Azul sitting on the bed, already wearing his glasses, hair messy from sleep, reading what you assume are his latest contracts.
He turns his head when he notices you move and smiles at you, a little hesitant but very soft…
Damn, much softer than any smile he’s ever given a client or even his dormmates.
“Ah, good morning” His voice low and honeyed, surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up naked beside you.
Naked
Because yes, Azul’s torso is completely bare, free in all its glory, the sheet very low, too low, barely covering him from the waist down.
And your body is naked too
“Good morning…” is all you manage to say, your voice completely shot, your throat sore.
Your memories come back in swirling flashes: you approaching Azul behind an improvised bar in the middle of the lounge, whispering things to him that obviously had nothing to do with the party and absolutely couldn’t be repeated in broad daylight. His hands guiding you out of the lounge, leading you to his room and devouring your mouth like the hungriest man alive.
His slightly trembling hands stripping you piece by piece, caressing every part he uncovered; the way he adored every curve, the softness of your skin, his mouth lingering with unusual slowness over your chest, his attitude almost devout.
“You’re so soft, so beautiful, it’s… you make me insatiable” his tongue licking your nipple while the other was stroked and lightly twisted by his fingers. Your breasts were the main course for Azul, kissing, licking, biting, every inch of total interest to him.
Your hand in his hair when he moved down to your wet cunt, pulling him closer, asking, begging him to continue, to devour you like you deserved. “More, Azul, please, keep going” The groan he let out reverberated against your clit, his fingers sliding in gently. Your wetness already staining the bed and his face, and like a proper gentleman he didn’t stop until you cum with his face buried between your legs, his tongue cruel on your clit.
His eyes widening when he slided in for the first time, feeling your spongy walls squeeze him everywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands on his back, pulling him toward you to kiss him and let him fucked you however he wanted: slow and deep, savoring every moan, or fast and hard, shouting his name as you cum.
“That’s it, my love, keep going, let me hear how sweetly my siren sings” His cock plunging into you again and again and again, his fluids mixing with yours, bringing you to the next orgasm with his thumb on your clit.
You blush hard, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover your chest. Azul’s gaze is hungry and devout, but careful. “Are you alright? Are you sore, my siren?”
You open your mouth, only to catch sight of something strange and pink on the skin of your arms, round and vividly colored, like they were made with a lot of pressure and enthusiasm.
You lift your arms, the trail continuing over your chest, shoulders, even down your hips. Beneath the sheets it’s the same—more marks across your thighs. Perfectly scattered, forming a pattern.
The marks are shaped like…
Suction cups?
You look at Azul, who’s gone red with both mortification and fascination. “Uh… those are… yes, they are suction cups.” He brings a hand to his eyes, adjusting his glasses. “My apologies, you were so soft that… I lost control a bit.”
You don’t know whether to laugh or scream from adrenaline.
You choose the first.
A small gasp escapes you, followed by a soft laugh and then a more euphoric one, still not fully processing what’s happening. “You… you marked me? With… your… tentacles?”
HOLY SHIT!!!
More memories crash in like storm waves: Azul holding both your legs with two of his tentacles, spreading you at will, keeping you from closing them while he penetrated you with what you assume was his inseminator tentacle; both coiling over your thighs and squeezing lightly.
The cold, heavy pressure now around your arms, even your neck, as Azul increased the intensity, his tentacle sliding in and out, twisting inside you with inhuman speed. “You look so delicious like this, so helpless, and so mine”
His tongue returning to your breasts while his tentacle curled and explored your interior, tearing scream after scream from you that had to be muffled by another of his tentacles. At first just covering your mouth, but Azul’s gaze when he saw your lips wet from his limbs showed he wanted even more from you.
The wet limb sliding its tip over your mouth, playing with your tongue as if it were another tongue, until reaching your throat and twisting like the one inside your cunt. Both creating waves of pleasure and heat that made you convulse and cum.
“Can you bear it, my siren? I want you to feel what it is to be truly possessed,” the inhuman rhythm as he panted at your ear, his tentacles never stopping, even when you felt him spilled deep inside.
His smile as he watched you tremble, his torso pressed to your back, two tentacles wrapping your waist and keeping you still while he penetrated you again and again, thrusting with undulating movements, the tip of another limb playing with your clit, every contraction pushing your body further past its limit.
“I can give you a cream if you wish,” Azul’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Though you will have to cover yourself quite well for the next few days.”
Still amazed and a bit stunned at what your body endured, you smile, because in the end… your body feels deliciously, painfully satisfied.
You roll onto your side, letting the sheet fall a little more. “I’ll take the cream, but I’m not covering up to my neck.”
“Oh, no?”
“No—” you cough, still feeling the soreness in your throat. “They’re proof the octopus fucked me pretty well.”
He swallows hard, the tips of his ears completely crimson, looking like they might explode.
“Well… if you put it that way… I can’t help but accept that it was a… sublime night.”
10/10
“Impossible not to desire someone like you” His gaze drifts down your breasts, your torso, biting his lip as if wanting to lift the sheet and lose himself between your legs again.
You lean closer, tugging his arm so he falls over you, his glasses crooked on his face. “Impossible not to want you either”
“You are dangerous, you know that? Now it’s going to be impossible for me to concentrate at the Mostro” He kisses you long along the collarbone, his arms wrapping your waist, fingertips stroking your soft skin.
“Oh, poor unfortunate soul~”
You let out a squeak when you feel Azul bite your shoulder.
Kalim
The bright, golden sun wakes you, your eyes opening heavily and almost closing again. Your head hurts like hell and you’re pretty sure that if you move too fast you’ll end up terribly dizzy.
The room smells far too sweet, like coconut, but mixed with spice and turmeric, and the atmosphere is far too soft to be real.
The sheets are just as soft, a kind of silk only found in Arabic countries, accompanied by red and gold accents that definitely don’t belong to your room.
Yeah… you’re in Scarabia.
You stretch and immediately freeze. You feel warmth, but not the kind of warmth from sheets—this is the warmth of another body pressed very close to yours, skin against skin.
And you’re naked and…
OH GOD! The other person is too.
Kalim’s feet, tangled with yours, brush along your legs, waking slowly and pulling you even closer to him.
Your eyes meet his ruby ones and a smile spreads across his face, so radiant and gentle, and he nestles his head even closer to your neck, as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one.
His hair is completely messy, his skin glowing, and he is absolutely, gloriously, not worried at all about the fact that neither of you is wearing clothes. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin.
“Oh! Good morning, my love!” he smiles, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “How is the most beautiful desert's flower feeling?”
“Umm, my head hurts a little.”
“Ah! That’s not good, I’ll see if I can bring you something for the pain.” He barely gets up, the sheet sliding down his torso, leaving him in all his glory… and it keeps dropping.
And more… and more… and more… until he stands fully revealed before you, his cinnamon skin shining in the sunlight.
You make a small sound of surprise, half embarrassment, half delight.
Kalim, already out of bed, turns his back to you, letting you see thin red marks trailing from his shoulders down to his hip; the tattoos on his arms, combined with the shine of leftover sweat, make them look a bit more defined.
Wait… leftover sweat… both of you naked…
“Kalim?”
“Hmm?”
“Did we…? Did we sleep together?”
Kalim moves back toward the bed, kneeling so his face is level with yours. “Yes, my love! We were together all night!” His eyes now show a hint of concern. “You don’t remember?”
You blush instantly, memories from last night flickering behind your eyes: Kalim pulling you onto the dance floor, laughing so much he almost dropped you, but his hands—always soft and steady—keeping you close; every spin among waves of color and music making you dizzy with happiness. A stolen kiss in the middle of a turn, then another, and another… until his lips never left yours while he pinned you against a wall to devour you properly.
“Let me show you how much I desire you” he whispered in your ear once you were naked in his bed, his mouth returning to yours but not staying long; his need now to roam your burning skin while his hand wandered over your stomach until reaching your thighs.
His tongue passing over the hollow of your neck, along the side of your breast, licking one nipple with calm devotion, using your moan to slide a finger along your wet folds, discovering step by step what made you moan more sweetly, what made you arch or beg for more, before even pushing inside or circling your clit.
The warmth of his body in sync with yours, watching how much you enjoyed everything he gave you; you were the most beautiful and exquisite sight he had ever seen. “Come on, qalbi, let go for me, I want to see you tremble with pleasure”
The moment he sat you on top of him, wanting to see your face when he slided in, his hands roaming your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, massaging the softness of your abdomen and the roundness of your breasts. He let you control the rhythm, biting his lip as he watched your body bounce and move over him.
“How beautiful you are… I want to see you like this every day” Kalim’s moans and gasps echoed in the room, his head thrown back, feeling your walls tighten every time you sank his cock deep inside.
The wind raising goosebumps on your skin when he held you against the columns of his window, letting the moonlight outline your figure, a drop of sweat shining as it slid between your breasts and Kalim licking it away; his hands holding your ass while his hips struck as he thrust into you again and again and again.
You remember the moment he cummed inside you, the warmth of his semen filling you, his mouth releasing the sweetest, wildest groan you’d ever heard. Your own orgasm followed soon after thanks to his skilled thumb and his fervent need to see you cum with his cock still inside.
Even after he’d finished and you were both breathless, Kalim didn’t want to leave your warmth, moving his hips slightly just so you’d feel him hardening again inside your walls. “I’m not satisfied yet, qalbi, I want more of you”
Both of you in bed, sweaty and panting; Kalim kissing your hands, your stomach, collecting with his fingers the mess sliding from your cunt, staining the expensive sheets, and bringing it to his mouth, looking straight at you as he tasted it.
The heat between your thighs intensifies when Kalim kisses your forehead, realizing you’re getting lost in the indecent memories. “Did I exhaust you?”
“I...I guess...a little, yes.”
“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”
You watch him grab a pair of boxers from the floor and barely pull some pants on before leaving the room. After a little while, he comes back carrying a glass of fruity liquid and something for your headache.
Oh gods, what a sweetheart
Little by little your pain fades and you can melt even deeper into the soft bed; your heart flutters when Kalim lies back down, pulling you close and hugging you as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
What a pleasant moment…
Your stomach tightens when his hand slides along your inner thigh. “Kalim—”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re nervous, look at you, all flushed! I want you to relax even more, qalbi.”
Before you can answer, his fingers are already brushing your sensitive cunt; you gasp, your hips arching unconsciously.
Kalim’s lips curve into a mischievous, charming smile. “You’re still wet? Did you miss me, my love?”
He kisses you slowly and deeply, his fingers never stopping their soft circles before sliding into your cunt again. You melt feeling him in the morning light, pleasure right at the surface.
Your fingers run through the white strands of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Kalim moans against your mouth and you answer by biting his lower lip.
The whole room seems to turn golden as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again, tangled in the sheets.
Epel
The sweet, fresh smell of apples fills the air, mixed with the warm fragrance of clean sheets and some natural, expensive undertones…
You don’t even need to open your eyes to know you’re not in your cold, poorly kept dorm.
The second thing you allow yourself to feel is your dry mouth, your head pounding from every possible angle.
And the third is the brush of a naked leg against your thigh, and uneven breathing behind your neck.
You open your eyes slowly, blinking at the damn light slipping through the light, characteristically expensive Pomefiore curtains, and turn your head. Epel is asleep on his stomach, one hand in his tangled hair; his leg so shamelessly stretched to rest between your bare thighs.
AHHHHHHH BARE!!
Your whole body is naked and if you look at Epel’s body again—especially his chest rising and falling in a quiet breath—you’ll see he’s naked too.
You also notice thin scratched lines, suspiciously like the kind made by nails, and a fairly large purplish hickey in the hollow between his shoulder and neck.
SHIT… Vil is going to kill me
“Fuck…”
It was just a tiny groan, nothing loud, but enough to wake the lavender-haired boy. He opens one eye, and when he sees you looking at him, he jolts, a mix of embarrassment and shock.
“HOLY SHIT!”
Okay, his came out louder.
You both stare at each other, him trying to cover his modesty with the blanket already sprawled across the bed, his face completely red up to his ears; meanwhile, you’re processing the disaster.
“So… we… we did a… thing… right?”
“Uh… I guess? I remember… a couple things…”
Slowly, and with your head still throbbing, the memories return in flashes: the exact moment Epel, already heated by alcohol and excitement, caught you in his arms in the middle of the party, not caring who was watching, and pulled you tight against him, devouring your mouth right on the dance floor.
His audacity dragging you outside the lounge, not giving a damn that Vil was watching from the other end and shouting that “that’s no way to treat a lady”; Epel simply flipping him off while still kissing you and sliding his hand onto your ass, even sneaking it under your pants to pull you closer.
“I’m not stopping, I want you all to myself, now,” the way he slammed you against the wall the second you reached his room, stripping your clothes with trembling hands but completely sure of what he wanted. The desire to have you naked and screaming for him so everyone in the dorm would hear who was fucking you so good.
His hands squeezing and marking with desperate urgency, wanting to feel you arch and tremble under him; his nails scraping your thighs while he spread your legs without asking, his fingers sliding between your cunt.
His digits, at first two, then three, moving in and out with such obscene ease that even the small wet sounds from you didn’t improve your pathetic situation; and on top of that making a mess on the floor with your fluids running down your legs and splashing the carpet.
You remember when he grabbed your waist and spun you suddenly, pressing you face-first to the wall with your ass perfectly positioned for him, his cock entering your cunt in a first thrust that tore a raw, overflowing moan from you.
“That’s it, my häschen, moan louder, let the whole dorm hear you” he fucked you in a frantic rhythm, both hands gripping your hips so hard they left finger marks on your skin, pulling you back into him so his cock disappeared into your wet, spongy walls.
The warmth of his chest against your back when he leaned in to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His pants at your ear, his teeth leaving marks on your shoulder and neck.
The moment your walls tightened harder around him, your orgasm coming, and that same hand dropping to your clit, making fast, merciless circles to push you over quicker. “Yes! Yes, Epel… fuck! Don’t—don’t stop”
The cry of pleasure on your lips when you cum, Epel still buried deep inside you; his thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going to the limit, making you shake and beg. “Gods! Sevens… Epel, give me a sec! I need a sec—”
“No, no, no, beautiful, I’m gonna make you cum again, give me everything, häschen,” his own voice turning rougher and wilder as he fucked you harder and faster.
The way he fucked you not just against the wall but also on the floor, his cock sliding even deeper when he lifted your legs to place them over his shoulders. His pelvis deliciously brushing your sensitive clit.
Epel holding your hips open while the heat of his semen spilled inside your cunt, his teeth biting your shoulder, and in a spasm, your breast.
You return to this morning, Epel avoiding your eyes and curling himself into a small bundle in the sheets. “At least I wasn’t a disaster, right?”
“N-no!! No, you were…”
Great? Amazing? Way bolder than I thought?
“Yeah...yeah you were really bold…”
“…that’s good, or bad?”
“It’s good, Epel!”
The moment is a bit awkward, but sincere and sweet and that’s all that matters.
“Okay, okay, I think I can come out of this victorious”
That’s the spirit
You settle against his shoulder, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around both of you. It’s warm and he is too; maybe this calm is exactly what you need for your terrible headache.
Though there’s one small problem left to solve.
“OH SHIT!! VIL IS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN HE SEES ME.”
Yup… that little problem.
And let’s be honest, you took the night to “ruin” Epel’s image too with the scratches and the hickey.
Good luck.
Sebek
The first sound you hear when you wake isn’t birds or the sun coming through the window. It’s a crash: a low, guttural groan mixed with the creak of the bed, followed by a snort so loud even the pillow trembles.
You feel the sheet tangled around your waist, your body sticky with sweat, your hair a mess, and a huge hand gripping your thigh so tightly it’s like it wants to hold you forever.
You open your eyes, trying to focus through the sunlight slipping past the curtains into a room… far too dark…
And...gothic? Very refined, actually.
You look down, the sheets just as dark, the structural wood of the bed dark too… it’s like being inside a gothic and rather expensive dream.
Ah, and by the way your torso is bare, the sheets only covering your legs…
And yep, underneath those you’re naked too.
You cover your chest, noticing finger marks, bites, burning skin, and swollen lips (and a bit dry).
You turn your head and see Sebek, eyes wide as saucers, his chest bare too, skin dotted with bites and scratches that who knows where they came from.
Spoiler alert: it was your own nails, during a moment so out of control and pleasurable, that created such a masterpiece.
“AH!” he shouts, voice loud and raw. “W-what…?”
His morning-rough voice comes out with some alarm… only to end in a small howl of pure embarrassment.
You try to speak, but only a hoarse sigh comes out. Your head throbs, your body burns, and your groin pulses and tingles.
Holy… shit…
The silence lasts barely a second before Sebek starts unleashing a torrent of rushed words, practically yelling, red to the roots of his electric-green hair.
A green so intense it hurts to look at right now with this massive headache.
“I-it is not proper for a gentleman! I have committed an unforgivable error! Miss, I swear by the Great Lord Malleus that I would never…!”
“FUCK… DON’T SHOUT SO LOUD!! MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!”
Absolute silence when you bring your hands to your temples, trying to ease the pain by pressing them.
Silence… silence… only silence is needed.
Your memory returns in flashes: you remember pulling Sebek to dance, even if only for a few minutes… or a few songs?… in the middle of the improvised dance floor, though honestly… you weren’t expecting to dance with him, but to feel his big, strong, calloused hands hold your hips while you whispered things to him (things you definitely can’t say out loud), watching him blush.
The moment Sebek, also weakened by the alcohol, lifted you into his arms without any care, as if you weighed no more than a feather. His heavy, loud breathing at your neck while he kissed you, his long, powerful strides taking you out of the lounge and into the darkness of his room.
“I cannot stop, this is not the conduct of an honorable knight… but I desire you too much,” those same hands roaming every part of your body almost desperately, squeezing, scratching, leaving red marks on your thighs and sides, unable to measure his strength.
The moment you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, how to make you arch and moan and gasp under his touch, Sebek learning like a proper knight and like the lover he wanted to be for his sweet maiden, feeling your warmth beneath his fingertips.
The same happened when you guided his hand to your stomach, sliding it slowly so he could feel you tremble when his fingers found your clit. “You need to do it slowly first, feel how I get wet when you touch me like that” Slowly, learning, feeling his fingers grow slick while he brushed your wet folds uncertainly.
You remember his clumsy but very hungry mouth moving down your breasts, biting your nipple until you moaned and kissing the mark when he released it, then doing the same to the other.
The moment you sat astride him, positioning your wet cunt over his already painfully hard, needy cock. Your hand sliding down his broad chest, over his stomach, which tensed when he felt your nails scrape his skin; the warmth of your hand when you wrapped it around his cock and stroked him.
His eyes barely open as you moved your hand up and down over him, watching shamelessly as he melted beneath you, barely holding back before finishing in your hand.
The moment you rode him, at first slowly, your nails digging into his chest, Sebek’s muscles tense and his mouth open, moaning louder than you thought possible. “Oh, seven… more—don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
The wild rhythm of your hips slamming against his, both bodies colliding hard, the mattress squealing; your drops so rough you could feel him deep inside, his cock deliciously opening you, your own body seeking to feel more and more of him.
Sweat running down his neck, so perfect shining in the dim light of the room, that you couldn’t help but lean down and run your tongue over his skin, your clit brushing his stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest. The new angle letting him go deeper and pound your sensitive spot.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” and that was the last thing he said before grabbing your hips and moving you at a speed you never could have reached on your own.
The moment you both cum at the same time, so strong and explosive that you simply collapsed on top of him, your clit throbbing against his stomach; Sebek trembling as he spilled inside you, his semen slipping from your entrance down your legs, a nearly beastlike groan and his whole body shaking with pure pleasure.
“We did something… inappropriate… didn’t we?” Sebek’s low, defeated and astonished voice breaks through your indecent memories.
You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or hide your face again.
“Y-yeah… uh… yeah, we did”
Keep your breathing steady, your head doesn’t hurt as much now, but anything you say could ruin the morning.
“But… I don’t think it was inappropriate”
He stays silent, swallowing. He searches your eyes for any hint of insecurity or regret… and he thinks he finds none.
“Was it… something good? Did I hurt you at any point?”
The unexpected tenderness hits your chest; you take his hand and your fingers squeeze his tightly. “You didn’t hurt me at all… it was just… intense.”
“Intense?”
“Mhm… you left me shaking.”
You see him relax a little… juuust a little, still unable to believe what he just lived through.
Putting the drama aside… it was the best fuck either of you ever had in your lives… and you were his first time.
Congratulations!!
Now get out of the room and figure out how to explain to the whole dorm Sebek’s very uncommon and very not-family-friendly screams.
SUMMARY: Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you must—
But you can’t blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with little plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, lost of virginity, Doubble D, merfolk fuck, tentacles, knotting.
COMMENTS: This is the FINAL PART FOR THIS SERIES! New intro, same context. All characters are +18. Part one here - Part two here
Ah...Unbirthday party, so many rules, so many colors, so many Heartslabyul students following the schedule to the letter, but it’s the new guests, the slight loosening of Riddle, the new activities, and the fresh air without a trace of tension or rivalry that makes this party feel more… alive. Loud music blares from someone’s speaker, drinks and sweets, too many sweets, that aren’t written in the beloved “Queen of Hearts’ Rules,” the atmosphere overflowing with camaraderie forged after a completely… catastrophic year. The red roses painted immaculately, students from the famously strict dorm welcoming every guest who wants to join, appreciating all the contributions to make this party feel more like a celebration than just a dorm event.
Trey and Cater busy themselves filling the dessert table, already overflowing with chocolates, strawberry tarts, bowls of plain strawberries, though you leave a pot full of cream for anyone who wants to make their fruit even more delicious. Vil and Rook bring more fresh food, prepared with the best organic ingredients from Pomefiore; even Epel brought several jugs of apple juice.
The atmosphere feels more energized, mixed with that dangerous aura of a bunch of hormone-driven kids with barely controlled magic who want to blow off stress one way or another; even if blowing off stress means eating until bursting, hitting a sugar spike… or getting drunk.
Because yes, this might be the calmest Unbirthday party in terms of rules, but that didn’t mean Ace couldn’t pull something. With a flask in hand and the most smug, mischievous grin that always shows when he knows what he’s about to do could land him in serious trouble, Ace pours the bright amber contents—shining and camouflaged perfectly in the punch, or was it iced tea?—so that no one notices the difference; or maybe they do, but they’re too busy with the food and with breaking more rules.
“If anything happens, blame my brother. His idea” the redhead tells you when you give him a look, though it doesn’t last long because you also want to try the contents of that new, gleaming drink.
Between hands and dancing, what starts as one cup filled to the brim with amber liquid mixed with fruit turns into two, three, even a fourth; it’s so sweet you can’t even taste the alcohol. Your legs, however, do notice, wobbling this way and that when you’re guided through the maze-like garden paths, or when Trey takes you to the lounge to help carry new tarts to the dessert table, him holding one in each hand without trouble.
The celebration that, by habit, usually lasts a couple of afternoon hours stretches longer and longer, the sun dipping below the horizon and the real magic beginning to hum with the moon in the sky. The lights grow sharper, more intimate, some colored, the music louder and the air heavier with sweetness.
You see Jack and Leona having a friendly arm-wrestling match on one of the lounge’s low tables, some betting on Jack, others, too afraid to go against him, on Leona. Jamil sits beneath a great rose arbor, enjoying that for once he doesn’t have to cook, letting Kalim do as he pleases.
Sebek’s constant shouting rings out as several people approach Malleus to strike up small conversations, noticeably affected by the punch enough to lose their fear, and the tall fae letting himself be drawn into countless discussions, most of which he barely understands, yet listening closely and laughing from time to time.
The air grows warmer with every minute as people shed the tension from their shoulders and let the stress dissolve on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the lounge. You feel hands brushing your arms and hips, bodies leaning against you to share gossip or simply mess with your hair or your reactions, someone placing a liquor-filled chocolate against your lips, waiting for you to bite so they can eat the other half.
Vague, sensory memories linger in your mind like small flashbacks: fingertips brushing the skin of your neck, a whisper in your ear, your back arching slightly thanks to the garden breeze over your nape freed from your hair. Someone moving your hair from your face and lips brushing your forehead before lowering to yours. Memories of your vision blurring and spinning and glowing while the noise of the party scatters, as if the crowd were drifting away, or maybe it’s you who’s drifting. The coldness of the wall against your back and a warm body against your chest.
Hands roaming your sides, tongues licking your thighs, a bed falling apart with every movement of both bodies; a rough gasp against your neck, teeth nibbling your earlobe, skin burning and the delicious anticipation of desire sliding between you. Words barely whispered or spoken through laughter, sometimes said with need, other times with pure overflowing desire, promising an endless night meant only for you.
Morning light pushes in annoyingly through the window, preventing you from opening your eyes to face the new day. A headache drills from behind your eyes and your body aches and feels heavy, and you’re unable to move without your legs feeling numb, like a pair of gelatin molds with a liquid center slowly pushing through and melting the outer layer.
╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌
Cater
Waking up feels like you survived a tornado of sugar and bad decisions. Your head is pounding like it’s about to explode and your mouth is ridiculously dry. When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is a trail of…
Glitter?
Well that’s new
You also notice the pillow is way too soft, much softer than yours at Ramshackle, and it smells like citrus mixed with both sweet and spicy.
You stretch, your body aching in a sharp way but also with a pleasant sensation between your legs and in your thighs, and your hand bumps into another body.
You bump it again… and again… and again.
Your hand keeps colliding with what seems to be a bare chest.
You hear a low, satisfied hum, look to your side, and find Cater’s awake face, hair a mess, phone in hand.
And the camera is pointed straight at your wrecked face.
“Morning, cutie~!” his voice far too energetic for this hour.
He flips the phone around and shows you the very lovely, very disastrous photo of your eyes barely open in the first morning light.
You look like absolute hell, sweetheart
“#GoalsIRL, am I right?”
“Delete that right now, Cater!”
He just laughs, tossing the phone onto the pile of discarded clothes at the foot of the bed—and by pile I mean a couple of your things and his, let’s say some shirts and a pair of pants.
Because the rest of the clothes… are everywhere.
Your panties are even hanging from the bedpost.
“Relax, babe, that one’s just for my private collection,” his mischievous eyes travel over your body, biting his lip. “Unless you want me to show the world the absolute snack I had last night”
You follow the line of his gaze and realize your chest is uncovered, bits of glitter stuck to your skin. Your eyes return to Cater, noticing his chest is also bare and covered in glitter.
You pull the sheets up to your chest, but you can’t help wanting to look underneath them. Very timidly you lift them and, to your not-so-surprise… yes, you’re naked; you clutch the fabric tighter around yourself and sit up slowly.
“We…?”
Cater gives you the most shameless grin. “Oh, we definitely did, cutie~” He winks and his voice drops into a wicked whisper. “Didn’t know you had what it takes to keep up with me. Didn’t peg you as someone so… insatiable”
Fragments return in chaotic bursts: his hands around your waist while he made you dance to a song neither of you was really listening to; his lips at your ear whispering all the things he wanted to do to you after the party.
His lips never leaving yours when he couldn’t wait until the end, whispering he needed you now, carrying you to his room while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed and didn’t waste a second before pressing his lips back to the skin of your neck, undoing every button he found in his path and stripping you in record time. His mouth biting you with each piece of clothing freed, leaving reddish marks on your collarbone, your breasts, your thighs. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look like this?”
His hands spreading your legs as he lowered his head, licking and sucking without restraint, growling in pleasure every time you moaned loudly. His tongue teasing your clit, sucking when he felt you getting desperate; his fingers sliding inside, first one then two, bringing your first orgasm of the night.
You remember riding him, your hands on your chest, his cock opening your wet cunt with every drop of your hips, your hair loose and eyes half-closed while your clit rubbed against his pelvis. Cater simply admiring your body moving deliciously, your breasts bouncing up and down.
His big hands holding one while the other gripped your hip firmly. “Come on, baby, move more, I want you to cum with my cock buried deep inside you”
The flash of his phone when he snapped a ridiculously shameless photo, the camera aimed right where his cock was driving into you, maybe even recording a short video; you managed to snatch the phone and throw it into a corner just as he smacked your ass hard.
The way he kept turning you and switching positions at will: your ass fully on display when he flipped you and kept you riding him, holding onto his legs; fucking you against the wall, his fingers sliding between your legs to play with your clit while he sucked your nipples.
Though his favorite position was missionary, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt already drenched from so many orgasms… while your mouth was also being used by one of his clones. “Keep moaning. I want the whole dorm to know who’s fucking you this good”
You remember feeling more than a couple of hands wandering over your body, gripping your hips, spreading your legs wider and keeping you from closing them, palms over your breasts playing with your nipples; and one particular hand gripping your throat so you could feel his cock sliding below.
“So delicious… you like it when I fuck you with my clones, baby? Hm? Want us inside everywhere?” your moans mixing with his breathless laughter as he thrust faster and faster until he spilled inside.
The moment he pulled out slowly, watching his semen slide from your pussy; his fingers gathering it and pushing it back in. “We’re not wasting a single drop, right cutie?” and before you could answer, he was already pushing back in, his cock hard again to start thrusting once more.
“You okay, baby? No regrets, right?” His words pull you out of the endless spiral of filthy, indecent fragments.
His thumb is working over a sore muscle in your back, slowly easing the tension. His gaze expectant and a bit nervous about whatever words you might say next.
“No regrets, Cay-Cay.” He smiles, satisfied—hearing that seems to free him from needing to hide under the biggest rock in society.
“…but you’re deleting everything you took yesterday.”
“Awww~ you’re so mean,” but there’s no offense in his tone.
Cater rolls onto his back, stretching, and you can’t help noticing the faint marks along his neck: hickeys, scratches, spots where you dug in your nails; he shows them like a supermodel.
“Wanna go for another round? Or need a second to catch your breath?”
You push his chest, though without much force and even less conviction. You let out a small laugh and he pulls you close, your body fitting perfectly at his side.
The warmth of his body wraps around you and for a second… you can set the headache aside.
Ruggie
The first thing you notice when you wake up is that your mouth is so dry it feels like the savanna itself, your head pounding a thousand miles an hour and an overwhelming, absolute need to chug a galleon of water.
You turn over, hoping to fall back asleep or at least find a position that might ease the drumming in your skull; you reach for the nearest thing to hug, thinking the soft pillow under your head might have a twin.
And you did find something, yes. But it’s not a pillow you’re hugging so tightly.
It’s something solid, hard, and a bit lean… and it’s alive.
You hear a yawn near your ear, followed by a soft chuckle. Something soft moves above your head.
A pair of ears twitch in time with your breathing.
…ears
You open one eye and find Ruggie’s messy hair, his gray-blue eyes looking at you from the next pillow over.
“Morning, sunshine—”
You don’t let him finish.
Still disoriented and a little sleepy, you grab the pillow under you and smack it straight into his face.
“AHHHHH… RUGGIE WTF?!?”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t hit me!”
Ruggie dodges a second strike by hiding under the sheets and peeking out with a wicked grin. He’s still laughing hard, coughing a bit from the intensity of that wake-up. “You’re more violent than a female hyena after mating”
“Ma-mating?!”
Your wide eyes take in Ruggie’s figure, only now barely covered; his torso is bare, a few scratches across his shoulders and pecs, a purplish hickey on his neck.
You glance down and see your own chest just as bare, covered in bite marks and a couple of hickeys along the curve of your breasts.
You clutch the pillow to you like a shield, covering your chest. “What…? Did we…? What happened?”
Ruggie props himself on one shoulder and starts counting on his fingers. “Let’s see… we danced a few songs, you stole a sweet straight outta my mouth, I got it back by kissing you, you asked me to teach you how the ‘wild animals of the savanna’ end the night… and I guess we got a little outta control, huh?”
The memories come in flashes: Ruggie’s hands on your hips while he spun you around again and again until you got dizzy. His wild laugh when you chased him down corridor after corridor, stumbling over your own feet, until you caught him and kissed him in the darkness of an empty hallway.
Wild, hungry kisses, little bites along your neck and collarbone. A particularly mischievous nip at your hip when he yanked your underwear down with his teeth; his hands positioning you on your back, one on your hip and the other lifting your leg, presenting you open for him.
His quick, skillful fingers moving nonstop inside your cunt while his tongue slowly licked your clit. “Fuck, best meal I’ve ever had” Your back arching when he found your most sensitive spot and hit it again and again and again, making you see stars and moan nonstop.
The way he bent you over, half your body on the bed, the other with your feet on the floor, your ass raised high so he could knead it, squeeze it, smack it.
The fast, eager rhythm of his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly into your backside, making it bounce. “Look at it move” His chest against your back, gripping your hips tight so you wouldn’t collapse.
His cock opening you inch by inch, trying to go deeper and harder, pinching your nipples so you couldn’t help but moan for him.
The way he sat you on top of him, Ruggie perfectly level with your breasts, squeezing and massaging them while you dropped down on him again and again. Your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance so you could move faster and keep your clit rubbing constantly against him.
His dirty words in your ear when he felt your spongy walls tighten, knowing you were about to cum. “C’mon, pretty, cum for me. I want you screaming for me”
Ruggie’s name on your lips when you cum hard, collapsing onto him, your nipples brushing his chest, already so sensitive and abused by his fingers and teeth; his reaction to having you squeeze him so tight, now moving you at his rhythm, fast and feral again.
“Ruggie! I-I’m sensitive!” him just moving you faster until you cum again, him chasing his own orgasm.
The moment Ruggie spilled outside, splattering your stomach with his seed. “I know you’ve got more in you, sunshine. ’Cause I’m nowhere near satisfied”
You groan, hiding your face behind the pillow, the fragments painfully vivid even with your eyes closed. “Oh Seven… really?”
“Yeah, pretty. And you were loud… pretty sure we didn’t let anyone in the dorm sleep.”
That does not make it better!!
Ruggie’s now stretched on his back, arms behind his head, the picture of satisfaction. You can’t help tracing his naked body with your eyes, every mark, every scratch, every hickey… drifting lower and lower, seeing the outline of his barely-awake cock under the sheets.
Ruggie’s eyes are up there, you know?
Your cheeks flush red and you look up at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal settling in your stomach and between your legs.
Ruggie stretches a hand toward your face, a finger tapping your nose. “You okay? No regrets?”
“I think… I think I’m okay.” You look back at him. “Just… wow.”
His grin now shows nothing but fangs and he sits up until your noses touch. “Just wow? Guess I’ll have to try harder then”
You shove him with the pillow and he catches your wrist, pulling you until you end up half on top of him. “You looked so happy last night, I wanna do it again”
His lips find yours, slow, almost a brush. His hand slides up your arm until he pulls away the pillow that so shamelessly hides the beautiful sight of your breasts marked by him.
“And if you’re in the mood, maybe I can make breakfast too… but only if you pay me in kisses.”
You settle more comfortably over him, wrapping both arms around his neck. Your cunt perfectly positioned over his throbbing, hungry cock, eager to sink back into you.
“Deal, hyena”
Jack
There’s a strong, solid, enveloping heat pressing you from all sides, keeping your back glued to a body much larger than yours, two limbs holding you tightly, wrapping around your waist from both sides.
You open your eyes, confused, and notice those limbs are two arms, huge and muscular, hugging you and keeping you firmly trapped.
And on top of that… you also feel something furry and fluffy tickling your leg.
…You lift the sheets.
It takes you a moment to register that: you’re naked, there’s a silver tail over your leg, the sheets aren’t yours, the bed isn’t Ramshackle’s… it goes without saying the room isn’t yours either.
Someone’s warm, light breathing prickles the skin of your neck. You turn your head slightly and see silver strands, adorned with two relaxed ears, barely twitching with each breath.
Jack huffs softly against your hair, his chest vibrating with his deep breathing. You feel his nose brush your nape and, with a low growl, he pulls you even closer, pressing your ass against his hip.
You feel his cock, hard, throbbing and big, even half-asleep; you hold back a gasp, noticing that small tingle of pleasure mixed with curiosity and the faint suspicion that last night was wilder than you want to admit.
“Jack…” your pulse suddenly races, like you’re running a marathon.
And with this wolf behind you… naked, for the record… there’s a very good chance you already ran that marathon.
You try to move slowly, but his arms tighten a little more, leaving small kisses along your nape.
Memories from the night before hit like lightning: the moment you leaned too heavily against his huge chest, your hands stroking up along his big arms, appreciating his muscles; his own hands pulling you even closer before pinning you against the wall.
His arms lifting you effortlessly—you weighing nothing to him—his mouth devouring yours while he held you snug against his groin. In that position, lifted and pressed between two solid surfaces, he made you feel so small; your cunt already growing wet with anticipation.
You remember the damp heat of his mouth moving down your neck, his tongue heavy with desire, soft bites leaving marks he then kissed tenderly or soothed with his tongue. “Does it hurt?” he’d whisper, and when you shook your head no, he dared to bite a little harder, growling when he felt you tremble beneath him.
The moment he laid you on your back on the bed, his knees between yours, his lips kissing every inch of your chest, licking, sucking your nipples until you were breathless.
His big, calloused hands exploring your body, opening your legs, sliding his fingers inside your more-than-wet pussy, opening you patiently but without hiding his desire, his palm right over your clit. Every time his fingers curled inside you, he stimulated that sensitive bundle at the same time.
His erection, heavy and throbbing, brushing your cunt, rubbing and letting your fluids wet him and make him harder; his tip rubbing your clit, ready to pull another orgasm from you without even being inside yet.
The way he arranged you on your side, lifting one leg and penetrating you slowly, filling you completely. Both your breathing ragged, mixed with gasps. His movements slow at first, sliding in and out, his hand holding your neck so he could bite you freely. “Let me mark you, let the whole world know you’re mine”
When you rode him, his cock sinking deeper, the wetness of your pussy soaking his abdomen and your legs, letting him thrust into you more easily, your hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. The strength of his arms guiding you up and down, trembling when he felt your walls tighten more and more, cumming with his cock buried deep inside.
The moment you felt him swell at the base inside you, the pressure of his knot beginning to form, Jack gripping your waist to keep you from moving. “If you keep moving that good, I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” you trembled in his hold, his knot stretching you much wider.
The moment you both cum together, him howling your name muffled into your neck, the heat of his seed filling you, his knot firmly seated, keeping every drop from leaving your cunt and preventing you from separating while your orgasm made you writhe from head to toe.
The way he pulled you to him, his knot still deep inside, but his hands soft and protective, stroking your hair and face while you came down from the wave of your climax.
You dare to turn a little more, your memories from last night fresh and very, very hot, when you see Jack open his eyes, still confused and sleepy; his voice rough and deep… if that’s even possible.
“Morning, did you sleep well?”
“I think so… I can’t really feel my body… except my head.”
A small smile slips from him, nervous but sincere. “Didn’t mean to be rough last night.” His fingers trace the curve of your back. “But… I couldn’t stop touching you.”
A shiver runs down your spine, his fingertips along with the growing pressure against your ass. “I can tell”
You hear a growl leave his throat, your back arching as you reach to touch his chest, his shoulders; Jack bites his lip when he feels you press even closer to him. “You’re doing that on purpose”
You laugh at the little self-control he’s battling to maintain… though it makes you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden stab of your headache. His hands stroke your body slowly so the sudden pain fades a little.
Every brush, every caress, is loaded with that contained animal desire, which finally snaps when he kisses your neck again, hungrier and deeper. Soon, the bed creaks again beneath both your weights, the heat rising between your bodies.
In the morning, all that remains is the murmur of your name on his lips and his arms, steady and strong, settling you beneath him once more, while the sun keeps rising over the horizon.
Azul
For a moment, everything feels too and perfectly still, like a silent cocoon of warmth and luxury. The sheets feel incredibly soft and there’s a scent in the air faintly like sea salt.
Okay… your dorm never smelled like sea salt and you never had sheets this soft.
You open your eyes, blinking slowly against a haze of early light slipping through elegant curtains.
Yep, definitely not Ramshackle.
And this is not your room, much less your bed.
From the décor and the scent in the air… it’s obviously Octavinelle.
Your heart starts hammering, panic rising because you don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, until you feel a weight shift beside you. You turn and see Azul sitting on the bed, already wearing his glasses, hair messy from sleep, reading what you assume are his latest contracts.
He turns his head when he notices you move and smiles at you, a little hesitant but very soft…
Damn, much softer than any smile he’s ever given a client or even his dormmates.
“Ah, good morning” His voice low and honeyed, surprisingly calm for a man who just woke up naked beside you.
Naked
Because yes, Azul’s torso is completely bare, free in all its glory, the sheet very low, too low, barely covering him from the waist down.
And your body is naked too
“Good morning…” is all you manage to say, your voice completely shot, your throat sore.
Your memories come back in swirling flashes: you approaching Azul behind an improvised bar in the middle of the lounge, whispering things to him that obviously had nothing to do with the party and absolutely couldn’t be repeated in broad daylight. His hands guiding you out of the lounge, leading you to his room and devouring your mouth like the hungriest man alive.
His slightly trembling hands stripping you piece by piece, caressing every part he uncovered; the way he adored every curve, the softness of your skin, his mouth lingering with unusual slowness over your chest, his attitude almost devout.
“You’re so soft, so beautiful, it’s… you make me insatiable” his tongue licking your nipple while the other was stroked and lightly twisted by his fingers. Your breasts were the main course for Azul, kissing, licking, biting, every inch of total interest to him.
Your hand in his hair when he moved down to your wet cunt, pulling him closer, asking, begging him to continue, to devour you like you deserved. “More, Azul, please, keep going” The groan he let out reverberated against your clit, his fingers sliding in gently. Your wetness already staining the bed and his face, and like a proper gentleman he didn’t stop until you cum with his face buried between your legs, his tongue cruel on your clit.
His eyes widening when he slided in for the first time, feeling your spongy walls squeeze him everywhere. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands on his back, pulling him toward you to kiss him and let him fucked you however he wanted: slow and deep, savoring every moan, or fast and hard, shouting his name as you cum.
“That’s it, my love, keep going, let me hear how sweetly my siren sings” His cock plunging into you again and again and again, his fluids mixing with yours, bringing you to the next orgasm with his thumb on your clit.
You blush hard, instinctively pulling the sheet up to cover your chest. Azul’s gaze is hungry and devout, but careful. “Are you alright? Are you sore, my siren?”
You open your mouth, only to catch sight of something strange and pink on the skin of your arms, round and vividly colored, like they were made with a lot of pressure and enthusiasm.
You lift your arms, the trail continuing over your chest, shoulders, even down your hips. Beneath the sheets it’s the same—more marks across your thighs. Perfectly scattered, forming a pattern.
The marks are shaped like…
Suction cups?
You look at Azul, who’s gone red with both mortification and fascination. “Uh… those are… yes, they are suction cups.” He brings a hand to his eyes, adjusting his glasses. “My apologies, you were so soft that… I lost control a bit.”
You don’t know whether to laugh or scream from adrenaline.
You choose the first.
A small gasp escapes you, followed by a soft laugh and then a more euphoric one, still not fully processing what’s happening. “You… you marked me? With… your… tentacles?”
HOLY SHIT!!!
More memories crash in like storm waves: Azul holding both your legs with two of his tentacles, spreading you at will, keeping you from closing them while he penetrated you with what you assume was his inseminator tentacle; both coiling over your thighs and squeezing lightly.
The cold, heavy pressure now around your arms, even your neck, as Azul increased the intensity, his tentacle sliding in and out, twisting inside you with inhuman speed. “You look so delicious like this, so helpless, and so mine”
His tongue returning to your breasts while his tentacle curled and explored your interior, tearing scream after scream from you that had to be muffled by another of his tentacles. At first just covering your mouth, but Azul’s gaze when he saw your lips wet from his limbs showed he wanted even more from you.
The wet limb sliding its tip over your mouth, playing with your tongue as if it were another tongue, until reaching your throat and twisting like the one inside your cunt. Both creating waves of pleasure and heat that made you convulse and cum.
“Can you bear it, my siren? I want you to feel what it is to be truly possessed,” the inhuman rhythm as he panted at your ear, his tentacles never stopping, even when you felt him spilled deep inside.
His smile as he watched you tremble, his torso pressed to your back, two tentacles wrapping your waist and keeping you still while he penetrated you again and again, thrusting with undulating movements, the tip of another limb playing with your clit, every contraction pushing your body further past its limit.
“I can give you a cream if you wish,” Azul’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Though you will have to cover yourself quite well for the next few days.”
Still amazed and a bit stunned at what your body endured, you smile, because in the end… your body feels deliciously, painfully satisfied.
You roll onto your side, letting the sheet fall a little more. “I’ll take the cream, but I’m not covering up to my neck.”
“Oh, no?”
“No—” you cough, still feeling the soreness in your throat. “They’re proof the octopus fucked me pretty well.”
He swallows hard, the tips of his ears completely crimson, looking like they might explode.
“Well… if you put it that way… I can’t help but accept that it was a… sublime night.”
10/10
“Impossible not to desire someone like you” His gaze drifts down your breasts, your torso, biting his lip as if wanting to lift the sheet and lose himself between your legs again.
You lean closer, tugging his arm so he falls over you, his glasses crooked on his face. “Impossible not to want you either”
“You are dangerous, you know that? Now it’s going to be impossible for me to concentrate at the Mostro” He kisses you long along the collarbone, his arms wrapping your waist, fingertips stroking your soft skin.
“Oh, poor unfortunate soul~”
You let out a squeak when you feel Azul bite your shoulder.
Kalim
The bright, golden sun wakes you, your eyes opening heavily and almost closing again. Your head hurts like hell and you’re pretty sure that if you move too fast you’ll end up terribly dizzy.
The room smells far too sweet, like coconut, but mixed with spice and turmeric, and the atmosphere is far too soft to be real.
The sheets are just as soft, a kind of silk only found in Arabic countries, accompanied by red and gold accents that definitely don’t belong to your room.
Yeah… you’re in Scarabia.
You stretch and immediately freeze. You feel warmth, but not the kind of warmth from sheets—this is the warmth of another body pressed very close to yours, skin against skin.
And you’re naked and…
OH GOD! The other person is too.
Kalim’s feet, tangled with yours, brush along your legs, waking slowly and pulling you even closer to him.
Your eyes meet his ruby ones and a smile spreads across his face, so radiant and gentle, and he nestles his head even closer to your neck, as if he wanted the two of you to fuse into one.
His hair is completely messy, his skin glowing, and he is absolutely, gloriously, not worried at all about the fact that neither of you is wearing clothes. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin.
“Oh! Good morning, my love!” he smiles, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “How is the most beautiful desert's flower feeling?”
“Umm, my head hurts a little.”
“Ah! That’s not good, I’ll see if I can bring you something for the pain.” He barely gets up, the sheet sliding down his torso, leaving him in all his glory… and it keeps dropping.
And more… and more… and more… until he stands fully revealed before you, his cinnamon skin shining in the sunlight.
You make a small sound of surprise, half embarrassment, half delight.
Kalim, already out of bed, turns his back to you, letting you see thin red marks trailing from his shoulders down to his hip; the tattoos on his arms, combined with the shine of leftover sweat, make them look a bit more defined.
Wait… leftover sweat… both of you naked…
“Kalim?”
“Hmm?”
“Did we…? Did we sleep together?”
Kalim moves back toward the bed, kneeling so his face is level with yours. “Yes, my love! We were together all night!” His eyes now show a hint of concern. “You don’t remember?”
You blush instantly, memories from last night flickering behind your eyes: Kalim pulling you onto the dance floor, laughing so much he almost dropped you, but his hands—always soft and steady—keeping you close; every spin among waves of color and music making you dizzy with happiness. A stolen kiss in the middle of a turn, then another, and another… until his lips never left yours while he pinned you against a wall to devour you properly.
“Let me show you how much I desire you” he whispered in your ear once you were naked in his bed, his mouth returning to yours but not staying long; his need now to roam your burning skin while his hand wandered over your stomach until reaching your thighs.
His tongue passing over the hollow of your neck, along the side of your breast, licking one nipple with calm devotion, using your moan to slide a finger along your wet folds, discovering step by step what made you moan more sweetly, what made you arch or beg for more, before even pushing inside or circling your clit.
The warmth of his body in sync with yours, watching how much you enjoyed everything he gave you; you were the most beautiful and exquisite sight he had ever seen. “Come on, qalbi, let go for me, I want to see you tremble with pleasure”
The moment he sat you on top of him, wanting to see your face when he slided in, his hands roaming your body, from your shoulders to your thighs, massaging the softness of your abdomen and the roundness of your breasts. He let you control the rhythm, biting his lip as he watched your body bounce and move over him.
“How beautiful you are… I want to see you like this every day” Kalim’s moans and gasps echoed in the room, his head thrown back, feeling your walls tighten every time you sank his cock deep inside.
The wind raising goosebumps on your skin when he held you against the columns of his window, letting the moonlight outline your figure, a drop of sweat shining as it slid between your breasts and Kalim licking it away; his hands holding your ass while his hips struck as he thrust into you again and again and again.
You remember the moment he cummed inside you, the warmth of his semen filling you, his mouth releasing the sweetest, wildest groan you’d ever heard. Your own orgasm followed soon after thanks to his skilled thumb and his fervent need to see you cum with his cock still inside.
Even after he’d finished and you were both breathless, Kalim didn’t want to leave your warmth, moving his hips slightly just so you’d feel him hardening again inside your walls. “I’m not satisfied yet, qalbi, I want more of you”
Both of you in bed, sweaty and panting; Kalim kissing your hands, your stomach, collecting with his fingers the mess sliding from your cunt, staining the expensive sheets, and bringing it to his mouth, looking straight at you as he tasted it.
The heat between your thighs intensifies when Kalim kisses your forehead, realizing you’re getting lost in the indecent memories. “Did I exhaust you?”
“I...I guess...a little, yes.”
“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”
You watch him grab a pair of boxers from the floor and barely pull some pants on before leaving the room. After a little while, he comes back carrying a glass of fruity liquid and something for your headache.
Oh gods, what a sweetheart
Little by little your pain fades and you can melt even deeper into the soft bed; your heart flutters when Kalim lies back down, pulling you close and hugging you as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
What a pleasant moment…
Your stomach tightens when his hand slides along your inner thigh. “Kalim—”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re nervous, look at you, all flushed! I want you to relax even more, qalbi.”
Before you can answer, his fingers are already brushing your sensitive cunt; you gasp, your hips arching unconsciously.
Kalim’s lips curve into a mischievous, charming smile. “You’re still wet? Did you miss me, my love?”
He kisses you slowly and deeply, his fingers never stopping their soft circles before sliding into your cunt again. You melt feeling him in the morning light, pleasure right at the surface.
Your fingers run through the white strands of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Kalim moans against your mouth and you answer by biting his lower lip.
The whole room seems to turn golden as the two of you lose yourselves in each other again, tangled in the sheets.
Epel
The sweet, fresh smell of apples fills the air, mixed with the warm fragrance of clean sheets and some natural, expensive undertones…
You don’t even need to open your eyes to know you’re not in your cold, poorly kept dorm.
The second thing you allow yourself to feel is your dry mouth, your head pounding from every possible angle.
And the third is the brush of a naked leg against your thigh, and uneven breathing behind your neck.
You open your eyes slowly, blinking at the damn light slipping through the light, characteristically expensive Pomefiore curtains, and turn your head. Epel is asleep on his stomach, one hand in his tangled hair; his leg so shamelessly stretched to rest between your bare thighs.
AHHHHHHH BARE!!
Your whole body is naked and if you look at Epel’s body again—especially his chest rising and falling in a quiet breath—you’ll see he’s naked too.
You also notice thin scratched lines, suspiciously like the kind made by nails, and a fairly large purplish hickey in the hollow between his shoulder and neck.
SHIT… Vil is going to kill me
“Fuck…”
It was just a tiny groan, nothing loud, but enough to wake the lavender-haired boy. He opens one eye, and when he sees you looking at him, he jolts, a mix of embarrassment and shock.
“HOLY SHIT!”
Okay, his came out louder.
You both stare at each other, him trying to cover his modesty with the blanket already sprawled across the bed, his face completely red up to his ears; meanwhile, you’re processing the disaster.
“So… we… we did a… thing… right?”
“Uh… I guess? I remember… a couple things…”
Slowly, and with your head still throbbing, the memories return in flashes: the exact moment Epel, already heated by alcohol and excitement, caught you in his arms in the middle of the party, not caring who was watching, and pulled you tight against him, devouring your mouth right on the dance floor.
His audacity dragging you outside the lounge, not giving a damn that Vil was watching from the other end and shouting that “that’s no way to treat a lady”; Epel simply flipping him off while still kissing you and sliding his hand onto your ass, even sneaking it under your pants to pull you closer.
“I’m not stopping, I want you all to myself, now,” the way he slammed you against the wall the second you reached his room, stripping your clothes with trembling hands but completely sure of what he wanted. The desire to have you naked and screaming for him so everyone in the dorm would hear who was fucking you so good.
His hands squeezing and marking with desperate urgency, wanting to feel you arch and tremble under him; his nails scraping your thighs while he spread your legs without asking, his fingers sliding between your cunt.
His digits, at first two, then three, moving in and out with such obscene ease that even the small wet sounds from you didn’t improve your pathetic situation; and on top of that making a mess on the floor with your fluids running down your legs and splashing the carpet.
You remember when he grabbed your waist and spun you suddenly, pressing you face-first to the wall with your ass perfectly positioned for him, his cock entering your cunt in a first thrust that tore a raw, overflowing moan from you.
“That’s it, my häschen, moan louder, let the whole dorm hear you” he fucked you in a frantic rhythm, both hands gripping your hips so hard they left finger marks on your skin, pulling you back into him so his cock disappeared into your wet, spongy walls.
The warmth of his chest against your back when he leaned in to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His pants at your ear, his teeth leaving marks on your shoulder and neck.
The moment your walls tightened harder around him, your orgasm coming, and that same hand dropping to your clit, making fast, merciless circles to push you over quicker. “Yes! Yes, Epel… fuck! Don’t—don’t stop”
The cry of pleasure on your lips when you cum, Epel still buried deep inside you; his thrusts didn’t stop, he kept going to the limit, making you shake and beg. “Gods! Sevens… Epel, give me a sec! I need a sec—”
“No, no, no, beautiful, I’m gonna make you cum again, give me everything, häschen,” his own voice turning rougher and wilder as he fucked you harder and faster.
The way he fucked you not just against the wall but also on the floor, his cock sliding even deeper when he lifted your legs to place them over his shoulders. His pelvis deliciously brushing your sensitive clit.
Epel holding your hips open while the heat of his semen spilled inside your cunt, his teeth biting your shoulder, and in a spasm, your breast.
You return to this morning, Epel avoiding your eyes and curling himself into a small bundle in the sheets. “At least I wasn’t a disaster, right?”
“N-no!! No, you were…”
Great? Amazing? Way bolder than I thought?
“Yeah...yeah you were really bold…”
“…that’s good, or bad?”
“It’s good, Epel!”
The moment is a bit awkward, but sincere and sweet and that’s all that matters.
“Okay, okay, I think I can come out of this victorious”
That’s the spirit
You settle against his shoulder, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around both of you. It’s warm and he is too; maybe this calm is exactly what you need for your terrible headache.
Though there’s one small problem left to solve.
“OH SHIT!! VIL IS GOING TO KILL ME WHEN HE SEES ME.”
Yup… that little problem.
And let’s be honest, you took the night to “ruin” Epel’s image too with the scratches and the hickey.
Good luck.
Sebek
The first sound you hear when you wake isn’t birds or the sun coming through the window. It’s a crash: a low, guttural groan mixed with the creak of the bed, followed by a snort so loud even the pillow trembles.
You feel the sheet tangled around your waist, your body sticky with sweat, your hair a mess, and a huge hand gripping your thigh so tightly it’s like it wants to hold you forever.
You open your eyes, trying to focus through the sunlight slipping past the curtains into a room… far too dark…
And...gothic? Very refined, actually.
You look down, the sheets just as dark, the structural wood of the bed dark too… it’s like being inside a gothic and rather expensive dream.
Ah, and by the way your torso is bare, the sheets only covering your legs…
And yep, underneath those you’re naked too.
You cover your chest, noticing finger marks, bites, burning skin, and swollen lips (and a bit dry).
You turn your head and see Sebek, eyes wide as saucers, his chest bare too, skin dotted with bites and scratches that who knows where they came from.
Spoiler alert: it was your own nails, during a moment so out of control and pleasurable, that created such a masterpiece.
“AH!” he shouts, voice loud and raw. “W-what…?”
His morning-rough voice comes out with some alarm… only to end in a small howl of pure embarrassment.
You try to speak, but only a hoarse sigh comes out. Your head throbs, your body burns, and your groin pulses and tingles.
Holy… shit…
The silence lasts barely a second before Sebek starts unleashing a torrent of rushed words, practically yelling, red to the roots of his electric-green hair.
A green so intense it hurts to look at right now with this massive headache.
“I-it is not proper for a gentleman! I have committed an unforgivable error! Miss, I swear by the Great Lord Malleus that I would never…!”
“FUCK… DON’T SHOUT SO LOUD!! MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!”
Absolute silence when you bring your hands to your temples, trying to ease the pain by pressing them.
Silence… silence… only silence is needed.
Your memory returns in flashes: you remember pulling Sebek to dance, even if only for a few minutes… or a few songs?… in the middle of the improvised dance floor, though honestly… you weren’t expecting to dance with him, but to feel his big, strong, calloused hands hold your hips while you whispered things to him (things you definitely can’t say out loud), watching him blush.
The moment Sebek, also weakened by the alcohol, lifted you into his arms without any care, as if you weighed no more than a feather. His heavy, loud breathing at your neck while he kissed you, his long, powerful strides taking you out of the lounge and into the darkness of his room.
“I cannot stop, this is not the conduct of an honorable knight… but I desire you too much,” those same hands roaming every part of your body almost desperately, squeezing, scratching, leaving red marks on your thighs and sides, unable to measure his strength.
The moment you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, teaching him how to touch you, how to make you arch and moan and gasp under his touch, Sebek learning like a proper knight and like the lover he wanted to be for his sweet maiden, feeling your warmth beneath his fingertips.
The same happened when you guided his hand to your stomach, sliding it slowly so he could feel you tremble when his fingers found your clit. “You need to do it slowly first, feel how I get wet when you touch me like that” Slowly, learning, feeling his fingers grow slick while he brushed your wet folds uncertainly.
You remember his clumsy but very hungry mouth moving down your breasts, biting your nipple until you moaned and kissing the mark when he released it, then doing the same to the other.
The moment you sat astride him, positioning your wet cunt over his already painfully hard, needy cock. Your hand sliding down his broad chest, over his stomach, which tensed when he felt your nails scrape his skin; the warmth of your hand when you wrapped it around his cock and stroked him.
His eyes barely open as you moved your hand up and down over him, watching shamelessly as he melted beneath you, barely holding back before finishing in your hand.
The moment you rode him, at first slowly, your nails digging into his chest, Sebek’s muscles tense and his mouth open, moaning louder than you thought possible. “Oh, seven… more—don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
The wild rhythm of your hips slamming against his, both bodies colliding hard, the mattress squealing; your drops so rough you could feel him deep inside, his cock deliciously opening you, your own body seeking to feel more and more of him.
Sweat running down his neck, so perfect shining in the dim light of the room, that you couldn’t help but lean down and run your tongue over his skin, your clit brushing his stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest. The new angle letting him go deeper and pound your sensitive spot.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” and that was the last thing he said before grabbing your hips and moving you at a speed you never could have reached on your own.
The moment you both cum at the same time, so strong and explosive that you simply collapsed on top of him, your clit throbbing against his stomach; Sebek trembling as he spilled inside you, his semen slipping from your entrance down your legs, a nearly beastlike groan and his whole body shaking with pure pleasure.
“We did something… inappropriate… didn’t we?” Sebek’s low, defeated and astonished voice breaks through your indecent memories.
You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or hide your face again.
“Y-yeah… uh… yeah, we did”
Keep your breathing steady, your head doesn’t hurt as much now, but anything you say could ruin the morning.
“But… I don’t think it was inappropriate”
He stays silent, swallowing. He searches your eyes for any hint of insecurity or regret… and he thinks he finds none.
“Was it… something good? Did I hurt you at any point?”
The unexpected tenderness hits your chest; you take his hand and your fingers squeeze his tightly. “You didn’t hurt me at all… it was just… intense.”
“Intense?”
“Mhm… you left me shaking.”
You see him relax a little… juuust a little, still unable to believe what he just lived through.
Putting the drama aside… it was the best fuck either of you ever had in your lives… and you were his first time.
Congratulations!!
Now get out of the room and figure out how to explain to the whole dorm Sebek’s very uncommon and very not-family-friendly screams.
feat. Third years (Trey, Cater, Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia, Lilia, Malleus)
a/n: I really wanted to write about kisses… so I will write about kisses. Have done genshin charas for this series before and I really enjoyed writing them
Trey's kisses are warm and unhurried, the kind that feel like coming home after a long day. He's attentive in the way he is with everything else, noticing what you need before you say it, adjusting naturally. He has a habit of cupping your face when he kisses you, thumbs resting against your cheeks. You always feel like you have his full attention in those moments, which is its own kind of intimacy. He teases you sometimes. You know when he moves his lips a certain way against yours and when he pulls away slightly to make sure you’re alright before pulling you back into a much deeper kiss. He's affectionate in a quiet, steady way a kiss to your temple while you're distracted, a brush of his lips against your hair as he passes.
Cater's kisses are bright and a little infectious, you'll feel him smile through them more often than not. He's the type to pepper you with quick kisses in succession, laughing softly between them. Affectionate and easy about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world. But every now and then, when it's just the two of you and the performance of it all drops, his kisses go quieter, slower, more sensual. And you realize there's something underneath all the lightness that he doesn't really show anyone. He pulls back first and the smile returns almost immediately, but you caught it. He knows you caught it. I think the best thing to do now is to lean in for another kiss.
Leona's kisses are lazy and deliberate in equal measure. He takes his time because he wants to, not because he's trying to be tender about it. He'll tilt your chin of put his hand on the back of your head, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world and intends to use it. There's possession in the way he holds you, a hand at your waist that doesn't ask permission. He's not gentle but he's not necessarily rough either. When the mood takes him however, he's less careful about it. You'll feel the graze of his teeth, a little more pressure than strictly necessary, and he is fully aware of what he's doing. He'd look at you afterward with that insufferable half-lidded expression, completely unbothered. You are his and this is how he feels like expressing that right now. Occasionally, when he thinks you're almost asleep, he'll press something softer to your forehead. He would never acknowledge it in daylight.
Idia's kisses are accidental discoveries, his own more than yours. He overthinks everything leading up to it to the point of paralysis, so when it actually happens it tends to catch him off guard too. They're a little clumsy, a little desperate, gone almost before they're there because he panics. His face goes completely red immediately after and he will not make eye contact. But Idia is many things and one of those things is a learner. And you are a system he’s very interested in understanding. He notices what makes you pause. What makes your breath catch and he will use it. You’re going to find yourself breathless in no time and he will have the nerve to look smug about it while still being completely red in the face, because he figured you out, and watching you realize it is its own reward. The fumbling never fully goes away. But underneath it now is someone who knows exactly what he's doing.
Vil's kisses are precise and intentional as everything he does is. He won't kiss you carelessly or at an inconvenient angle. He tilts your face toward him at exactly the right angle, and when his lips meet yours, it is precisely what he intended it to be. Most of his kisses are sensual in a way that feels almost unfair. He is fully aware of what he's doing to you and he does it anyway, unhurried, like he has choreographed this and you are simply catching up. Vil doesn’t do things halfway and kissing you is no exception. He'd sooner not do it than do it poorly. He's not cold about it, there's real warmth underneath the composure, but he maintains his elegance even here. He has a habit of studying your face afterward with an expression you can't quite read. If you look particularly affected, which you always are, he'll look satisfied and say nothing. If you tell him the kiss was nice he will accept this as the obvious truth.
Rook's kisses are reverent. He approaches you like you are something worth appreciating slowly, and he takes his time, not in a teasing way but in the way of someone who is genuinely savoring the moment. You will feel adored in a way that's almost overwhelming. He has a tendency to murmur something against your lips or your cheek, in French half the time, that you may or may not be able to translate. His hands are gentle, expressive, always moving slightly as if he can't quite contain what he's feeling. He has a particular fondness for your hands. He'll take them and press his lips to your knuckles with the kind of care that makes something small feel big. There's nothing performative about it despite everything. When Rook kisses you, it is entirely sincere, and that sincerity is its own kind of intensity.
Lilia's kisses are surprising, in timing, in tenderness, in how much they catch you off guard every single time. He'll appear from nowhere and be gone again before you've fully processed it, laughing softly at your expressions. He’s always playful on the surface. But Lilia has loved and lost across centuries in ways you can't fully comprehend, and sometimes you feel the weight of that in the way he holds you. His kisses can go from light to something much deeper without warning. and in those moments you get the sense that he is very aware of you. Not just of you here right now, but of the fact that you are here at all and that this is something he has for however long he has it. When the tenderness tips into something else entirely, his kisses become consuming. You'll feel his teeth sometimes, a graze, a bite, never quite where you expect it. and he'll laugh softly at your reaction. He’d devour you and feel no guilt about it. He chose to love and hold you completely, for as long as he can.
Malleus's kisses are careful, loving and enormous in feeling. He is so mindful of you, so aware of the difference between you, that there's a deliberateness to every touch. A kiss to your hand. Your forehead. Eventually your lips, when he has determined you want that. When he decides to kiss you he cups your face in both hands first and you feel held by just that alone before he's even closed the distance. When he does kiss you it is thorough and unhurried and entirely focused, and underneath the carefulness you can feel the weight of something being kept in check. He is so gentle with you and you could feel his love seep through every single one of his movements. He would keep his eyes are open at least at first. He’d still steal peeks even after as he wants to watch you the way he watches things he finds extraordinary. Then there are moments when something in him just feels light, where he'll press something quick and almost mischievous to your lips and look quietly pleased with himself after. He is willing to be more rough if you ask.
For all your drawing/writing needs, I made some annotated maps of the Night Raven College campus! I saw one of these done for the entire campus map that was annotated in Japanese, so I wanted to make one in English!
There's some locations on the maps that we don't know what they're used for yet (as of the end of Ch 7) and I marked those locations with a "???" until we get clarifications on what they're for (what the hell is that weird L-wall for near the chicken coops anyway??). But! regardless, I hope this is useful to whomever needs them!
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