IT LOOKS LIKE IT'D PROBABLY BE IDK "WHICH PIECE OF JEWELRY APPEALS TO YOU MOST" BUT
VAGASTROM'S IS LITERALLY A FUCKING COLLAR??????????
Like i'm pretty sure it's actually a belt with a chain but THAT LOOKS LIKE A COLLAR. . . .Obscuary's is a choker too lol these are cute but they're way too obvious as answers for sure so I understand scrapping them. Shame we probably won't see a Dionysia version since these are unused. . . .
tbh at first i thought Jamil’s design was a bit…eh
but ooooooHHHHH BOI NOW I FEEL LIKE I SLAPPED MYSELF
his moTHERFCKIN EYELINER AND EYESHADOW LIKE SIR????
TEACH ME HOW TO APPLY EYESHADOW LIKE THAT, SCREW VIL I WANT JAMIL TO APPLY EYESHADOW FOR ME
oho?~ what that tongue do, hun?~ (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) („ಡωಡ„)
legit i hyperventilated when i saw his tongue
need i remind you jamil was the first to do the blep of the twst bois
umm yes have u seen his godly hands? and biceps????
like- look me in the eye and say that his PE uniform doesn’t make him look like a snacc
LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAY THAT I DARE YOU
i fREAkIN DOubLE DArE YOu ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶
snek boi actually is a basketball guy,,,,,, i DID NOT EXPECT THAT LIKE????
imagine this: jamil is playing for nrc and you, his girlfriend/boyfriend is there to cheer him on and that gives him motivation to win and impress you-
wouldn’t you just love that? :D
*inhales* i’m taking a breather for the next things i say
so-
did i mention how his number trademark is his long, luscious silky black hair that makes all of the girls jealous?
not even Vil can compare, fITE ME
disney be giving us unrealistic hair expectations like dAMN
i love his braids so much,
the gold clippings
THAT HAIR TIE
how tf do u find a hair tie like that
also-
props to him cuz living in the hot sand with that much hair means he can withstand a lot of heat („ಡωಡ„)
heheheheheheh u know what kind of heat i’m talking abou-cHOkES
tbh i started running out of things to say here cuz i’m debating which qualities of his should i say next-
the fact he resembles a danger noodle so much? bonus points cuz i fckin love sneks
let’s be real here, even if he says he hates kalim
deep down, he cares kalim like his own brother
and no i don’t make the rules
before i continue,,,,,,,,,
look at this precious smile when he’s doing something that he loves and enjoys it
PROTECC THIS GODAMN SMILE OR SO HELP ME-
i’m sure some of y’all have thought of naga!jamil at least once, right?
and his unique magic, Snake Whisper had me thinking-
POV: Jamil, a naga, softly coils his tail around your body, lulls you with his unique magic and heehehhehehehehehehehehhehehe
sorry i got a little horny there-
let me be soft again-
JAMIL
IS
HUSBAND
MATERIAL
YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY SIMP, DUMBASS MIND
the man can cook
MOM CAN I JUST
MARRY HIM
also
he has been babysitting kalim since very young
it’s obvs that he’s a great caretaker, no?
and a great papa too ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
this man has so much patience and i love that
we stan a man who waited for almost his entire life to achieve his dreams by himself
even if it means betraying his own childhood friend-
but coughssome certain sea creatures and magic-less human and cat intervenedcoughs
like azul said, jamil is a hidden genius
probably the biggest reason why azul was so interested in jamil
which makes his potential of being a yandere so damn high-
before i lose myself over the last one
let me tell you how much i squealed and giggled when he complimented yuu’s fairy outfit in fairy gala
YUU TRADE PLACES WITH ME PLEASE-
*inhales*
this
THIS
THIS
THISAFSAFKSLAGJLA;GJAFASFAGA
tag urself im the snek on the left-
hIS FCKIN COLLARBONES NGAKSHGA;Fljafsa
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE HIS DAMN COLLARBONES
AND HIS NECK????? WITH THAT CHOKER THING?-
I.
AM
DECEASED.
i-
WHO TF THOUGHT IT’D BE A GOOD IDEA TO LET HIS OVERBLOT WEAR FISHNETS???????
FCKING FISHNETS?????????
SIR I DIE FOR BOIS WEARING FEMME FATALE STUFF LIKE FISHNETS-
yes i know i should be sleeping right now
BUT JAMIL’S FISHNETS HAD ME ALIVE AND AWAKE AT THE UNGODLY HOURS OF THE NIGHT
AND I DON’T REGRET IT ONE BIT
HIS WEIRDASS GOATEE mAKES ME SO HAPPY LIKE-
IDK WHY
IT’S CUTE AND WEIRD
I DON’T NORMALLY LIKE GOATEES BUT IT SORTA SUITS HIM???
am i even making any sense???????
his SMIRK
HIS OVERBLOT IS ON FLEEK LIKE DAMN
SIR HOW DO YOU DO SUCH COOL EYELINER IT’S SHARP AF
the overblot patterns over his eye makes me Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→
*sobs for eternity over the fact Jamil Viper is not real and i must accept that* o(TヘTo)
before i stop screaming and simping over jamil, let me end this on one note
Jamil Viper, the vice-leader of Scarabia, Kalim’s childhood friend, deserves all the love and appreciation and I just hope someday, he can spread his wings and fly without anyone having to say he can only be second best.
I rest my case, goodnight. <3
There are different Gems that users can purchase using shards earned from raids or rolling on the banners available. There are a total of ten different types of Gems.
Keep reading for the full guide!
Gem Levels:
The gems range from lvl 1 to lvl 9, drastically gaining more power with each level. As a beginner, it is ideal to save for level 5 gems as they boost your team enough to pass early cases in the Galaxy Express. As you gradually level up as a player and the majority of your warding cards hold some kind of gem (preferably lvl 3 and above from suitcases), you can begin saving for lvl 9 gems.
To get an idea of the major difference in power depending on level, here are the power stats for lvls 1, 3, 5, and 9:
(Gem power varies from gem type to gem type)
Gem Types:
There is hidden information that is hard to find which describes what each stat does for each card. I will be including those descriptions to help users understand how different gem types work.
ATK (Red) gem:
ATK is “the ATK stat that a Character Card starts each battle with. This affects all the types of damage that a Character Card can deal”.
PATK (Orange) gem:
PATK is “the physical attack stat that a Character Card starts each battle with. This affects the physical damage that a Character Card can deal”.
SATK (Pink) gem:
SATK is “the special attack stat that a Character Card starts each battle with. This affects the special damage that a Character Card can deal”.
STR (Purple) gem:
STR is the strength stat that “increases a card’s ATK and PATK stats”.
INT (Yellow) gem:
INT is the intelligence stat that “increases a card’s ATK and SATK stats”.
HP (White) gem:
HP is “the hit points that a Character Card starts each battle with. When a Character Card’s HP reaches 0, the Character Card is removed from the field”.
PDEF (Green) gem:
PDEF is “the physical defense stat that a Character Card starts each battle with. This affects the amount of physical damage that a Character Card receives when attacked by an enemy”.
SDEF (Dark Blue) gem:
SDEF is “the special defense stat that a Character Card starts each battle with. This affects the amount of special damage that a Character Card received when attacked by an enemy”.
VIT (Light Blue) gem:
VIT is the vitality stat that “increases a card’s HP and PDEF stats”.
TEN (Black) gem:
TEN is the tenacity stat that “increases a card’s HP and SDEF stats”.
Gems on Cards and Equipment:
There are two places gems can be equipped: Warding cards and Equipment
Warding cards are the easiest to equip as you can put gems on any of the rarities. On the other hand, you can only equip gems on equipment ranked higher than A (R, SR, SSR). You can craft higher ranked equipment at the same place where you dig for ores daily. Unfortunately, it is quite difficult to get materials for SSR equipment without spending diamonds on that banner. Regardless, SR equipment is very useful and can also hold gems.
When you are adding gems to a warding card or equipment, the first thing you want to do is check what kind of character card type it is (P. Attacker or S. Attacker). Knowing this, you can automatically remove certain gems that will not be useful to the card. You can check by clicking on the “skills” button when viewing a character card.
Here are the gems you would use depending on the card type:
S. Attacker: SATK, SDEF, ATK, Tenacity, Intelligent, HP.
P. Attacker: PATK, PDEF, ATK, Vitality, Strength, HP.
Lastly, you may be asking which gems to use since you can only put three on each card and it may be better to double up on gems (the same gem on the warding card and equipment). Once again, click on the “skills” button to read about the Passive Skills, Active Skills, and Unique Skills. Here, it will tell you what the card uses, if it has a certain bonus and what the skills scale off of.
Example:
Using Towa’s R card as an example, we see that his Passive Skill scales off of ATK and is used after this card dies. With this information, we know an ATK gem will be very useful in this case.
One of Towa’s Active Skills scales off of his max HP, suggesting we should add a HP gem to increase his overall HP.
Lastly, his unique skill increases his own S DEF by 5% but only if the card has defeated two enemies. This tells us two things. First, the card needs to be strong enough to kill two cards which suggests we should add a S ATK gem. This skill also suggests we should add S DEF as this Skill scales off of the total SDEF of the card. Knowing this, you can choose between the 4 gems suggested, or in the case you have higher ranked equipment, you can use all four and double up on multiple.
A quick reminder, don’t let the fact that some gems don’t give as much power as others even if they are the same level. The ones with less power tend to boost MULTIPLE stats at the same time while gems with more power only boosts one stat.
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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.
CHARACTERS: Trey Clover / Leona Kingscholar / Jade Leech / Jamil Viper / Idia Shroud / Silver x F!Yuu (Reader) 50% chance to a have a few new characters at the end
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with 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.
COMMENTS: All characters are +18 Part two here - Part three here
Divider @enchanthings
Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rules—the oh-so-“questionable” rules of Heartslabyul—but for some reason, whether it’s the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddle’s territory, this party doesn’t even feel… unusual anymore.
Maybe it’s also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion won’t be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.
“Trappola tradition,” you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.
Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.
Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” and Epel’s already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.
Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him away—he’s not immune to the spirit of the party… and maybe he’s already had a taste of the punch.
You try to take it easy, but it’s hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly you’re part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.
You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pockets—not before slipping a couple into your hands, though. “Eat up! Or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.
The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much you’ve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.
You remember Vil’s perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. “Having fun, darling?”
You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuce—apparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus… well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.
Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someone’s breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your ear—was it a white or red rose? It doesn’t matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin that’s barely even trying to be subtle.
The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and you’re wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.
Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone else’s, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.
When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and there’s that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and you’ve got hair in your face.
Your head hurts—no, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the pain’s still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.
╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌
Trey
When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.
His hips… bare.
His chest is bare too.
You look down at your own body and—bingo—you’re naked too.
And these aren’t your sheets, this isn’t your pillow, and obviously, this isn’t your dorm bed.
Holy… fuck.
You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half… half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?
Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Trey’s hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.
The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Trey’s lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?
His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldn’t escape.
Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.
You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.
“You like how I fill you up, right? You’re so wet, so beautiful,” he’d murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.
The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.
Trey’s name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.
The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.
Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees you—serene… and breath taking.
“Good morning.”
Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and you’re already wet again.
“Did you sleep well? Headache?”
Is it that obvious?
“Uh… yeah, yeah, a little.”
Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look… but fail.
Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this man’s torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, and…
Marks?
He has marks on his neck?
Some are obviously hickeys… others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.
You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.
“Did we…?” It’s a dumb question—you obviously had sex—but you need to hear it from him.
“Yup… several times, actually.”
The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Are you regretting it?”
Please, this man can’t be any sweeter or he’d cause diabetes.
Trey kisses your temple when he realizes there’s not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.
Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.
OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!
And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass… and his cock, half-hard.
Trey notices you’re basically devouring him with your eyes… “Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?”
He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.
Ah… you could die peacefully in that bed.
Leona
It’s the heat that you notice first—something heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession
Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something… wild. It’s accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.
You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so you’re forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.
You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.
Wait… fur?
Is he holding you with a tail?
A TAIL?!
You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leona’s bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.
You follow the line of that arm and realize you’re naked too…
You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.
Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasn’t used just for sleeping.
You try to move, but Leona’s arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.
“Going somewhere, little mouse?” His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.
You turn your head and meet the lion’s wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant… well, very arrogant.
That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.
You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for… quite a while.
“What happened last night?” Your mind is racing and your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest.
Leona growls softly, though he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that you’re covering your “modesty.”
“After how loud you were all night, I figured you’d remember at least something.”
Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but it’s useless. You’re in his bed, in his territory.
“Did we… sleep together?”
“Sleep?” You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. “Oh, we did more than sleep… want me to remind you?”
He doesn’t need to. Your body does it for him.
Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.
You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they don’t hurt, but you know they’re going to be bright red well into the morning.
Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each other’s mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, “Do you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?”
His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.
“Say my name, again. Do it again” every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.
His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?
His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.
The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. “Please, harder… harder, Leona” How could he possibly say no?
You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.
His strong hands on your ass, “helping” you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.
Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. “That’s it, little mouse, fill yourself up with me”
“You were wild—I barely managed to get your clothes off,” Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.
“Not that I’m complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.”
You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. “Please, stop.”
Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. You’re caged, completely at his mercy.
And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.
“You look incredibly tempting.” His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.
He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. “Want another round? Or breakfast so you don’t pass out on top of me?”
You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.
“Breakfast… then we’ll see.”
He pecks your lips softly. “Good girl.” And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.
Jade
Why does the silence feel like you’ve been swallowed by the sea?
And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?
The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.
And it’s a kind of dimness you haven’t seen in Ramshackle for a long time… which means, this is not your room.
Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.
You try to move but there’s a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.
Bare skin…
BARE SKIN?!?!
You sit up—and it’s a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.
“Ah… looks like you’ve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last night…”
You turn your head to find Jade’s smile—small and polite, but absolutely terrifying.
“Does my pearl need something to make her morning… more productive?”
“Jade…” your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.
“Ah, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?”
The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:
Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his room—his bed.
His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.
Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.
Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.
“Come on, little pearl, cum for me” the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.
Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldn’t move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.
The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.
You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, “holy shit”
He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading… only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.
“Overwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say… you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.”
Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. He’s so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.
You’re his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked… it’s intoxicating to him.
He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.
“Dare to tell me you regret it, little one.” When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.
“Excellent,” he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. “So, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?”
You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.
“I won’t let you surface just yet, my pearl”
Jamil
For a few blissful seconds you think you’re safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle… until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.
Yeah… you’re not in Ramshackle.
Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, you’ll have to.
Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture… Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.
Okay, one problem solved; now… who’s breathing against your neck, slow and steady?
You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. He’s on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.
You blink—once, twice, three times.
One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.
You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.
Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush… more than they already were from the punch.
His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of dance—one that didn’t need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.
The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.
Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.
The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.
His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, “Look at me, habibti” every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamil’s long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.
Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.
You let out a whimper, and that’s when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.
“Morning”
Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. “Oh my Sevens… what happened last night?”
Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.
“You don’t remember anything?”
“Fr-fragments.”
You feel his hand sliding down your thigh… and realize you’re also naked under the sheets.
Okay, yep, we fucked… got it.
“You were bold. Even eager.”
His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.
“I regret not doing this sooner,” is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.
You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumbling—but all you care about is melting in Jamil’s arms.
“Let me take care of you, habibti,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make you forget about your hangover”
And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, you’re pretty sure you don’t want to remember anything but this.
Idia
The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.
The first thing you notice is that the bed feels… off—not the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.
Second, your head is about to explode; third, you’re naked and there’s a chill in the air, as if warmth doesn’t exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.
You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.
Blue light… you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.
You bolt upright when you realize you’re not just in Idia’s room… you’re completely naked in Idia’s room.
There’s a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.
You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.
Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.
There’s a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.
“HOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“N-NO!! I’M NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgod—”
Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s bigger and taller than it.
He’s about to combust
“I died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekai’d to some forbidden erotic world…”
You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. “Ow!”
“This is real, Idia! We actually had sex!”
Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.
Idia’s inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.
His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, “Are you sure? I-I’ve never—” and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.
The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.
His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.
Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failed—twice—begging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. “Why is this so complicated? This… never happens in doujins…”
The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside you—slick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.
Him finishing ‘embarrassingly’ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.
His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.
The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.
You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.
Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.
“I-it’s not like… I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just… this is… max difficulty! Like, y-you’re like a goddess… most beautiful OP character… y-yeah and I—”
“And you’re Idia… was it at least good for you?”
His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.
“Good?! It was… it was overlord level. Uh. You were… really… really—”
Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.
After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. It’s almost cute...
No, it’s very cute. And funny.
You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.
Game over for virginity, am I right?
Silver
You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body… way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.
Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors… and something silver blurring your vision.
Silver’s hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyes—clear and bright—locked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.
The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.
Girl… you’ve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.
Ahhhh… his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’s beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.
How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?
Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why can’t you feel them? Or rather… why do they feel so wet?
Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.
I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.
You can’t stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:
Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet things—and something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.
The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.
His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.
His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.
Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.
His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.
But your moans and pleas for him to go faster—“More, Silver, please, more”—made it a little difficult.
“I’ll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tight”
And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.
You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.
Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way you’re clutching the sheet… adorable.
“Good morning beautiful”
And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.
“Are you alright?” he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.
Boom, straight to the heart.
For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe… maybe, there’s regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.
Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every day”
A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.
And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lips—savoring the promise of more in the future.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Anticipation shivers under your skin.
“Don’t stop”
╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌
Ace … and ... Deuce
You wake up with the worst hangover of your life—moving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isn’t even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.
There’s a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear you’ll never drink punch again… never drink punch that’s been tampered with by Ace; hell, you’ll never go to another party again.
You roll over and two things hit you: first, you’re naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.
A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.
Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyes—and they lock with yours.
God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty”
“Call me that again and I’ll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.”
Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh… followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.
You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize he’s just as naked as you.
“Ace… what the hell did you do?”
You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All that’s left is to cover your face and you’d be a mummy.
“Aww, don’t make that face, you’re the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.”
“You’re the one who spiked it!!”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were begging us for more—”
You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.
“What the fuck… why are you two so noisy?”
Deuce’s voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.
You look at him… he looks at you… his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body… Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.
“What happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!”
Between the throbbing headache and Deuce’s panicking, you try to remember a little more of this… wild rebellious night.
You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.
Their taste—Ace like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.
The three of you running through Ramshackle’s halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.
The bed—Sevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Ace’s mouth on your neck, Deuce’s trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.
Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.
Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.
The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.
“Look how we’re breaking you, baby. You’re so wet… I could drown in here,” Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuce’s pelvis with every thrust.
“That’s it, pretty, just like that, don’t stop, swallow it all,” Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.
The way they took turns—one in your pussy, the other in your mouth… but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.
The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.
The moment you didn’t just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Ace’s too.
You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.
Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.
The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuce’s arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful way—until he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.
Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.
“I’m never drinking your punch ever again,” Deuce growls, holding his head.
“Don’t you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?”
Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.
The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.
Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong… very strong… arm.
Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.
Your head may be pounding, but at least you’re laughing in the arms of these two idiots.
Heyy pookie!! I just spent 2ish hours reading your fics cause of how good they were. Could you do OB students with a reader who rarely asks for anything come up to them for help dealing with their hair? Like reader has long ass hair that they have somehow kept decently hidden but finally had to ask for help. Preferably fem! Reader but gn is fine!! Please and thank you if you do write this
【❝Let Your Hair Down pt. 2❞】
【Synopsis: In which your boyfriend finds himself tasked with helping you care for your extremely long hair】
【Featuring: Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia】
【Tags: fem reader, reader is described as having long hair, established relationship, very sweet and fluffy, that’s literally it lol, possibly typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: Jamil (280) Vil (275) Idia (267) Malleus (317) Total (1.1k)】
【a/n: awww thank you pookie <3333 I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my work and I hope you enjoy this one too!! I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I had really long hair when I was younger, so I understand the struggle of having to maintain it lol! I actually wrote something similar for Riddle, Leona, and Azul which you can find linked below, so this features the rest of the overblot boys! Anyway, I’m so sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy! :3】
‧₊˚ ┊ Jamil is veryyyyy particular about his hair, so he's obviously gonna help you manage yours
‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Jamil fashion, he's a bit exasperated to find out just how long your hair really is, but he's not about to ask too many questions and just bring himself any more stress (he has enough of that just from dealing with Kalim day-to-day)
‧₊˚ ┊ He has experience helping Najma with her hair, so he's not entirely clueless as to helping you with yours
‧₊˚ ┊ What works for Jamil's or Najma's hair might not work for you, but neither of you are really in the position to splurge on hair products, so you have to make do with what you have
‧₊˚ ┊ One thing that he does make a habit of using on both you and himself, is hair oil
‧₊˚ ┊ Jamil finds it somewhat calming to massage the oil into your scalp or the ends of your hair and while he won't say it out loud, he would definitely appreciate it if you return the favor (he's really in need of a nice scalp massage lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ In my heart I just know for a fact that he wears a silk headscarf — probably a gift from Kalim — to bed that he luckily has an extra of for you to utilize as well (he ties that shit up tight too, so you might get a little lightheaded lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ He's pretty skilled with more intricate hairstyles — specifically braids — so he's more than willing to sit down and do your hair up nice
‧₊˚ ┊ Jamil may not be able to lavish you with expensive hair products like some of the others, but he's still gonna make sure your hair is on point
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh girl, you know damn well Vil is gonna make sure that you quite literally don't have a single hair out of place
‧₊˚ ┊ He's impressed that you managed to hide all that hair for so long, but you won't have to anymore now that he's here to help you maintain it
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil takes very good care of himself, and he expects you to do the same and if you can't meet those expectations, then he has no problem stepping in to set you straight (this man would rather die than let you go out in public looking like a mess lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ You better believe that Vil is handcrafting products for your hair like, he literally makes you everything from shampoo and conditioner to styling gel and moisturizing crème (he's literally got you covered with anything you might ever need)
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, he has you on a strict hair care routine, like a full-on multistep process for your hair alone (he's even worse when it comes to your skincare lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Despite how strict Vil is about you adhering to the routine he has in place for you, he's very tender with how he handles your hair (he gives a crazy scalp massage that will absolutely make you fall asleep while mid-way through him washing your hair lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ He love love lovessss styling your hair — one of his favorite ways to relax and unwind is to watch a movie with you while he does your hair (he just loves pampering/taking care of you)
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil gets a sense of pride seeing how lovely your hair looks like, yesss that's his beautiful girlfriend, isn't she just absolutely gorgeous???
‧₊˚ ┊ Oh, Idia has absolutely no idea how to help you with your hair
‧₊˚ ┊ He didn't even know you had such long hair, so he's initially just… shocked — like jaw slack and eyes wide type shit
‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Idia fashion, his first instinct is to just invent some sort of device to help you fix your hair, but that quickly fizzles out
‧₊˚ ┊ So, he does the next best thing and decides to throw his family's wealth at the situation (there's no better use of generational wealth than spending it on your girlfriend lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ He'll just give you his card to buy what you please — he didn't even look at how much you spent, the only thing that matters is that you get what you need
‧₊˚ ┊ When it comes to actually helping take care of your hair, Idia leaves that to the professionals
‧₊˚ ┊ Like, he'll help you brush it at most and that's it (he literally has no idea what to do and is deathly afraid of somehow messing up your hair)
‧₊˚ ┊ Instead, Idia just pays for you to get your hair done at the best salon on Sage's Island
‧₊˚ ┊ He loves seeing your hair all done up and nice — it's a small thing, but something that makes him look at you with hearts in his eyes (you could literally burp in his face and he would look at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ While he's less hands on when it comes to dealing with your hair, Idia has no problem financially supporting your hair care journey (he's a glorified wallet lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ I'm so sorry to tell you this, but Mal-Mal won't be of much help lol
‧₊˚ ┊ He's never really had to worry about his hair a day in his life, so he can't imagine how difficult it is for you to put up with all of that
‧₊˚ ┊ With a snap of his fingers, Malleus can have his hair done and styled perfectly to his liking, but you — his poor, sweet, magicless Child of Man — lack the ability to easily maintain your hair
‧₊˚ ┊ Don't worry, though, bc Mal-Mal has no issue with using his magic to do your hair for you
‧₊˚ ┊ If you are less inclined to utilize magic to care for your hair, then he'll be more than happy to spend his vast wealth on products and services to keep it in tip-top shape
‧₊˚ ┊ Money is no object to Malleus, so even the most expensive products and stylists don't make him blink an eye (he's on my list of people to rob)
‧₊˚ ┊ He'd definitely likes going shopping for products with you and will absolutely want to sit and watch your hair get cut/styled at the salon (the staff think it's a bit odd for you to bring him along, but they don't mention it bc he tips really well lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ I think Malleus would like to see you with your hair down more often than not — he just thinks you look so pretty and ethereal with your hair loose and flowing (plus he likes having free access to run his fingering through it lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ While he's used to using magic for things like this, he quite enjoys combing or brushing your hair by hand (it's just a soft, mundane little thing that makes him fall in love with you even more)
‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus may not be the most practically helpful, but he is willing to fund your haircare and — if necessary — use his magic to help you out
