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𝙃e would have piercings I fear. I think that he got it when he had a favorite anime character that had piercings, so he was like "fuck I should do that" then bought those DIY piercing things— don't worry Ortho helped him so that he won't have an infection.

The piercings in question? Tripple vertical helix and a side labret 🤤 he sometimes fidgets his side labret with his tongue when he's bored, he also traces the tips of his tripple vertical helix when he's nervous.

Speaking of fidgeting— this man is the biggest fidget freak ever. He's probably embarrassed to admit it, but, he has: needoh's, slimes, pop it's, and those niche fidget toys stored in a hidden cabinet that has locks. He swears that it's not a problem, however if you're in close proximity in a public setting he starts to fidget the ends of your shirt to calm himself down, he also squeezes the life out of your thighs if he's mad, and he also traces patterns on your arm when he's bored, and— okay I'll stop, BUT YOU GET IT, he's very fidgety person, and you better get used to it because he cannot physically stop himself no matter how hard he tries.

You know the thing that he does to ragebait people into doing what he wants? Yeah he does that to you sometimes just to get on your nerves because this man likes that mad expression on you. If you're easily ragebaited? He's gonna have a grand old time with you— doesn't even matter if you're in a good mood, he's gonna piss you off with a smile because he's a little shit.

However. If you ragebait him back with sarcasm? He's gonna get all pouty and sad because he doesn't know if you're joking or not, and he will ask you if you're serious or not. Sarcasm is literally his biggest weaknesses because he cannot read the room/tell the undertones in people's tone no matter how hard he tries. If you say you hate him with a joking tone? He's gonna stare at you with sad eyes and ask "wait you're serious?" Because he thinks you're actually serious— YES he needs tone indicators in real life and HE WILL demand you to put a tone indicator in your sentence, I don't make the rules.

He has Autism, ADHD, PTSD, and anxiety. Argue with the wall— I feel like his parents paid for a therapist to diagnose him since they had an inkling. His ADHD and Anxiety are medicated so it's not really a struggle, but he still needs extra support— he has Ortho for that so his parents don't really need to worry.

I also feel like Idia has anemia— not even the subtle kind, it's the severe one that frequently gets him sent to the doctor. He also has iron supplements for it, but sometimes he forgets and Ortho or you have to remind him of it— better yet, shove it up his mouth if he's stubborn. I feel like because of his anemia, he has a cold body; he holds your hands/cuddles with you if he ever feels too cold, he probably also has a heater but refuses to acknowledge it when you're around because he's touch starved and wants warmth specifically from you.

A hill that I'm willing to die on? Him being a demisexual. He first thought that he was Aromantic, but then he got to know you and got closer to you then started to develop feelings— yeah... He got confused and went on a deep rabbit hole about microlabels then found demisexual and ran with it. He literally thought it was transcending his game and never went back since. Moreover, I think he secretly uses he/they pronounce but he hides it because he's afraid that someone might make fun of him.

He has a thing for thick thighs— I think that his obsession with thighs started when he said "boobs are overrated, thighs are better" as a way to be different from the 'normies' but then it started to spiral more and more until he got reigned as the king of team thighs. He doesn't play about thighs— if you have thick thighs and you're insecure about it? You won't survive him— every day he'll remind you that he loves you for who you are and will never shut up about it. Deadass doxxed someone for saying boobs are better than thighs, that's how serious this is. He probably bit you once or twice on your thighs because he got cuteness aggression, does he regret it? No— no matter how much you scold him, he'll just sit there with a dopey smile thinking about how soft it was.

HE IS NOT BUILT LIKE A STICK— I know that it might seem like it because his diet consists of ninety percent vitamins and meds, but let's all keep in mind that he deals with computers and builds robots, those shit are heavy as fuck, and the fact that he can lift those just by himself? There's definitely something going on there. So yes, while he looks like a stick, he probably has a little bit of muscles that he got from doing those heavy machinery. BUT, don't expect him to lift you up, he'll hold up at least ten seconds before falling— and that's just me being generous.

This is probably a projection BUT I will stand by the "Idia shroud makes fanfics and fanarts agenda" propaganda actually, let me take a step further and say he's a well known one. He probably has his own fanbase because of the amount of fanarts and fanfics he makes, he also makes those in depth essays about a character when that character gets mischaracterised— does not play about it, will definitely block someone just for mischaracterizing his favorite character.

Probably acts like a cat sometimes just because he was bored— which eventually led him to make a website dedicated to simulate the feeling of being a cat. A weird way to spend him weekends, but he's done worse.

Has gone through multiple rabbit holes before and now knows like twenty facts about seals, and two facts about cannibalism. His brother literally had to snap him out of his constant loop of finding rabbit holes. Majority of those rabbit holes were because he was either making sure his fanfics were accurate, or because of his OCs.

I feel like he has the tendancy to be dependant on you— he knows it's unhealthy, but what did you expect from someone who spent ninety-five percent of his childhood isolated? So yes, he makes you open your location or atleast spend time in his room seven times a week— please set boundaries 😭. He just has seperation anxiety so he can't help but be clingy, so it's best to set boundaries so that he'll limit his dependency. I feel like it's hard to have a healthy relationship with him, but give him time and he'll change, you just need patience because this man is stubborn as fuck.

He's also avoidant? Like at first when you two become friends he's avoidant and tries to distance himself to you, thinking that he doesn't deserve friends. However, if you keep on persisting, he'll actually open up to you. Until finally, you two are at this point of your relationship.

I know that allot of people dismiss his character into an introvert stereotype, but if you could just analyse his character, you can find allot of contradictions that make him so much more complex than people make him out to be.

He's self conscious, but he's also prideful, he's introverted and is deathly afraid of social interactions, but we can see how much he needs friends even though he tries to deny it, he hates opening up or making friends, but he definitely needs to— my point is, Idia is a walking contradiction and it's fun writing about that.

⋆. i. shroud ⋆˚࿔

the second your teeth made contact with his skin he shrieked into his pillow, lips drooling and legs shaking as you held them high over your shoulders to suck him off. that's what you claimed to do, until you did that and he was NOT ready.

you were afraid after hearing his soft, muffled moan go silent he passed out, but his legs were still twitched, along with his dick. you called his name softly, almost silent as you rest your cheek against his thighs.

his face was covered by the pillow, but you can hear the quiet whimper of a plea, a beg for you to continue. his hips jerked closer to you and you got the hint.

it didn't take long for idia to start actually moaning—thank the sevens for soundproof walls, huh?

⋆. m. draconia ⋆˚࿔

his breath immediately hitched at the feel of your teeth against his thigh, but he didn't pull away, his hands just tightened against the pillows beneath him. you kept his legs stretched even as you pushed yourself back upwards.

malleus let's out a tired pant, mouth gaped open as you towered over him, by the second you felt dominant and powerful enough to lean down and kiss him until he was out of breath.

"my love..." malleus breathes, "please, don't tease me like this...please "

⋆. l. vanrouge ⋆˚࿔

when it happens it's almost as if lilia knew what you were doing, and only chuckled softly when your teeth made contact with his skin. "oh, now that's adorable~"

you felt your cheeks burn slightly when you glanced back up to lock eyes with a man who has no shame. you decided to wipe that grin off his face and bite him harder again.

this time, lilia let out a groaned — pleasured — moan. and you actually managed to get lilia to moan, without even touching him. how that's something to brag about.

⋆. s. vanrouge ⋆˚࿔

the moment you bite down harder than expected, silver's eyes widen and he lets out a quiet, surprised noise. The two of you silently looked back at each other and you giggled softly, "sorry, baby~" you whispered, rubbing your bite mark on his thigh.

"just wanted to see your reaction~" when silver heard your reason, he chuckled softly and leaned back against the pillows. "don't...be sorry, that—" silver blushed, "that felt amazing..."

you asked again if silver was okay, and when he reassured you, you went back at it again and loved every noise silver let out.

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The sun peaked through the windows as little dust motes danced slowly in the air, as per usual ramshackle was peaceful and quiet, save for the rhythmic scratching of straw bristles against the dusty hardwood floor

Days like these were both your favorite days and days you dreaded…having to take on the task of cleaning the massive and drafty dorm was a never ending nightmare especially when there were many things that needed repairs in the process.

It wasn’t particularly something you enjoyed but despite the dread of having to fix the place up there was one way you knew how to have more fun with it, which in turn made the whole chore easier to get through

You never really meant to slip fully into the routine, it had just sort of started with a simple hum, one that followed with the tune of an upbeat pop track you had performed countless of times back in your world, one that had been one of your groups biggest hits

Slowly but surely muscle memory kicked in full gear, your hips caught onto the phantom beat in your head, the old worn down broomstick that was definitely a safety hazard due to the risk of splinters had stopped being a mere cleaning tool and seamlessly into a microphone stand for your personal use!

Before you knew it, the dusty lounge had melted away and was replaced by the blinding multicolored lights of a stage, thousands of people cheering for you with light sticks that corresponded with your personal color

You were in the zone. With ease you executed a flawless sequence of rapid footwork, gliding backwards across the creaky floorboard with practiced grace, the movements coming naturally to you as you danced your heart out.

The moment you hit the pre chorus you held the broom microphone stand tightly, just enough to support a slick body roll, belting out the lyrics with crystal clear and breath supported perfection

Soon after you launched into the dance break, hitting every sharp angle and fluid transition with the kind of razor sharp precision that only came from hundreds of hours practicing.

Just as you finished up the routine, you turned fast on your heel in a sharp spin, throwing your arm out to strike your signature ending fairy, and just like always you pointed directly at the crowd..or entryway for this matter…

Pointing directly at him

The stage lights instantly snapped back into the dreary sunlit lounge of ramshackle, he was standing dead center in the doorway, completely frozen, his eyes locked onto you as you stood there panting softly

To say your heart dropped into your stomach as you met his gaze would be an understatement, truly you thought your heart just up and left your body completely as you met his gaze.

The silence in the room was suddenly deafening, seemingly amplifying the sounds of your own panicked breathing

You two stood there for..a while..your arm slowly lowered, the broomstick slipping from your sweaty grip and clattering loudly on the floor, louder than it should’ve.

You opened your mouth to speak, to offer some kind of excuse or explanation as to what on the sevens green earth you were doing, maybe just maybe you could dig yourself out of this hole of embarrassment…right?

Oh, my sweet sweet reader…wrong!

Just as luck would have it, your voice caught in your throat, the confident idol from two seconds ago vanished entirely as you stood there awkwardly

It was almost at an instant that your face flushed a violent shade of red, burning all the way up to the tips of your ears

You simply stood there, entirely paralyzed by awkwardness. You slowly wrapped your arms around yourself as you stared at the floorboards, desperately wishing they would open up and swallow you whole, just to save you from the embarrassment.

Him on the other hand…he didn’t blink, not once. The mortifying silence stretching on as he tried to figure out just what he had walked into

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

-Oh boy..he’s entirely flustered by the prolonged agonizing silence..

-His face practically rivals the color of his hair as the two of you stand there, completely frozen

“My apologies…I…am I interrupting something..?”

-Genuinely feels horrible, he had knocked three times…no response…three times more and still no response

-He had only walked in after hearing your voice faintly, assuming you were talking to grim but oh boy he was dead wrong

-The moment you finally managed to break the silence you offered him to sit down

-When you explained the truth to him, the truth of being an idol back in your world a professional performer his shock turns into utter fascination!

-Due to his upbringing he grew up strictly studying classical music and waltzes

-The sheer vibrant energy of a modern pop idol is sort of alien to him

“An idol? Ah..how fascinating…tell me more about this please, I would like to know.”

-Listens intently as you talk about everything there was to know about being an idol with his mouth slightly agape

-He deeply respects the intense discipline it requires

-Sometimes you’ll catch him glancing at you, a gentle nod of respect and admiration

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

-One word..

Smug.

-He completely ignores your mortified state

-Arms crossing over his chest as he looks you up and down

-All he wanted to do was come and take a nap on your couch since all his other usual napping spots were occupied at the moment maybe also wanted to just see you but whatever….

-Instead he was able to catch a private performance by his truly

-Leans against the doorframe, his tail giving a slow and deliberate swish behind him

-Will let you stew in the silence, enjoying every second

-A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as he raises a brow at you

“What? Cat got your tongue, herbivore?”

-After you eventually bury your face in your hands you confess your past career as an idol

-Explaining how you just sort of snap into performance mode sometimes as a way to have fun

-He listens and stays silent for a moment, he doesn’t laugh but his smirk just turns a little bit sharper

“So your job was to jump around on stage, sweat through abunch of sparkly clothes and smile at strangers? Tch sounds like a nightmare.”

-The moment silence fills the air again he lets out a soft huff as he pushes off the doorframe, trudging over to the couch

“Guess that explains it though. Always wondered how a magicless herbivore like you managed to keep up when things went south...You've got more stamina than half the meatheads in savanaclaw so I’ll give you that.”

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

-All he wanted to do was get your opinion on some new mostro lounge items he was considering for the menu

-Walking in on your performance was a sight for sore eyes for him

-The awkward silence was broken by a heavy sigh as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, disregarding your frozen panic

-He makes his way over to you, one brow slightly raised

"My..there is no need to look like a deer in headlights, my pearl. That was highly admirable talent!”

-Once you find your voice and explain your past job a sly smirk tugged at azul’s lips

Imagine the sound of a cash register dinging in his head…yeah.

-Almost immediately tries to draft a contract with you right then and there, completely pushing menu items aside

-His brain is practically working at a mile a minute, the awkwardness of the situation not phasing him in the slightest

-He feels a massive surge of opportunism and excitement!

-Promises you a cut of the profits, VIP meals, and a custom wardrobe if you agree to preform at the mostro lounge

-Your awkwardness is entirely bulldozed by his aggressive pitching (he will lay off a little if you ask him to but there’s just so many possibilities with this!)

"Please do consider this. I suggest you look over this preliminary contract for friday night performances at the lounge. With a talent like yours I guarantee you’ll find this business opportunity will work highly in your favor!”

-Seemingly out of nowhere hands you a contract???

-He does enuinely recognizes that you possess a rare and entirely unique skill, he respects that!

-Do expect him though to keep bringing this up…praising you for your talent that you should 100% share at the lounge!

Kalim Al-Asim 🎉

-Tbh he just really wanted to hang out with you (´⌣`ʃƪ)

-He absolutely destroys the one sided awkward tension by throwing his hands in the air

-Cheers at the top of his lungs, louder than he ever has before!

“That was AMAZING! Why did you stop??!?!?”

-As you stand there awkwardly blushing you finally explain that you used to be an idol, a very famous singer and dancer back in your world

-Genuinely makes him even more excited!

-His eye sparkle as he runs over to you, his hands immediately holding onto your arms as shoots a bunch of rapid fire questions at you about what it was like!

-After you get him to calm down he smiles wide

“It’s so cool you’re a real life superstar! That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! OOO Y’KNOW WHAT?? We should throw a massive banquet to celebrate this!”

-THE ultimate hype man!

-Will beg you to teach him some moves you know and hey even better teach him some of your songs!

“Oh and have you ever considered joining a club? You should join the pop music club! You would fit right in!”

-If you end up joining the pop music club ohhhh he’s so excited

-He’s genuinely so amazed at your talent and is always begging to hear stories from your performances!

Vil Schoenheit 🍎

-He’d come in to ask if you’d try out a new skincare product he had just got done perfecting

-Vil is…well he’s the hardest to read

-As you stand there burning with embarrassment in front of him he simply crosses his arms and narrows his eyes scanning you over with a critical and very…dissecting gaze

"Potato, If you are going to freeze up at the sight of a single audience member, your stage presence needs work."

-The moment you sigh and drop your shoulders, explaining your past as an idol he..actually isn’t surprised

-His trained eyes already deduced that your movements were far too precise and fluid to be amateurish

-He simply gives you a vindicated hum

-He knows the ins and outs of the entertainment industry and completely recognizes the Idol tier isolation techniques and perfect pitch instantly

“I knew it. That level of flawless core isolation and breath control certainly does not come from sweeping floors…However, if you are truly a professional, then standing there looking like you’ve just seen a ghost is entirely unacceptable.”

-He makes his way over to you in only a few elegant steps, arms uncrossing from his chest

“fix your posture immediately a true star never breaks their composure, even when the curtain drops unexpectedly."

-He’s very aware of the grueling and physically demanding reality of the entertainment industry so knowing that you survived it earns you an immediate, unspoken baseline of respect

-Definitely a little more strict with you from now on, but in a loving and caring way of course!

-Genuinely becomes a harsh but brilliant mentor all while quietly respecting your background

Idia Shroud 👾

-Oh..

-Oh no.

-My dear, if you think you’re awkward, Idia is 1000% worse.

-It’s rare that he leaves the comfort of his room, but today he had risked it all to swing by and ask if you’d want to play this new game he ordered

-So the moment he saw your performance he blue screened, his brain experiencing an irl critical system failure

-The silence that follows after is way too much for him

-His hair flairs up a bright pink out of panic as he refuses to look at you

-Cannot get a word out and if he does it’s muttering apologies for interrupting

-As an avid consumer of all idol anime’s and games he knew exactly what he had walked into so when you gently break the silence to explain..

-He short circuits again, the realization that he had been in the presence of a real life idol hitting him like a bus

-Wholeheartedly feels like a lowly NPC who just accidentally stumbled into an ultra rare SSR character’s private cutscene

-Will stumble back as he clutches the hem of his hoodie, suddenly treating you with the terrified exaggerated respect of a die hard fan meeting their ultimate oshi in the wild

“Hold on! Dude p-pause the game! You're...an actual idol?! Like a real flesh and blood center stage performing idol?! And you're just...what sweeping the floor instead of preforming on stage?!"

-Will start hyperventilating a little…

“T-this is totally unbalanced! Like..The lore drop is too crazy to ignore! To think a low stat NPC like me has been casually talking to an ultra rare SSR idol this whole time...the penalty for this is going to be massive!“

-Ohh oh boy he really does respect you! He’s a little terrified but to know that you’re a real life idol is mind blowng to him!

-He might secretly try to look up your group's name on his tablet, endlessly frustrated when he remembers the inter dimensional firewall that prevents him from doing so

-He’ll also watch more idol anime’s with you once he gets over the fact that..yknow you’re literally a real life superstar that’s friends with him

-Will ask you if these are accurate to what the idol world is actually like! (8/10 it’s not but that doesn’t matter!)

Malleus Draconia 🐉

-Simply had walked in to ask you if you’d like to join him on a walk

-He just stares at you with wide, luminous eyes in pure fascination

-He doesn’t seem to experience nearly half the fraction of embarrassment that’s currently suffocating you at the moment

-To him the “awkward silence” was just a peaceful as you wrapped up your performance

“Child of man..what manner of beautiful ritual was that? It was truly fascinating I am..quite saddened by the abrupt stop.”

-Sheepishly you begin to explain, you tell him you were an idol, someone whose job was to preform infront of massive crowds to bring joy to them

-He just stares at you, not judgingly, no absolutely not!

-It’s out of pure interest!

-He hums softly, stepping slowly into the room, closer to you as a surprisingly soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips

-He makes the situation strangely…poetic?

“An idol..? I see..So in your world, you were a bard who captivated the masses and wove joy without the need for a single drop of magic. Truly, the children of man are endlessly fascinating. You moved with the grace of a fae at the solstice revels. There is no need to hang your head. I am deeply honored that I was permitted to witness such a mesmerizing display...”

-He he takes your hand in his, bowing slightly infront of you before meeting your gaze again

“perhaps, when the mood strikes you again, you will allow me the privilege of a private encore?”

-Truly thinks what you do is fascinating, you already had his full respect but to know you make millions of people happy with just a simple performance?

-His respect doubles one million times over!

Your back is pressed against a cool, slightly wet, smoothed out rock— body splayed out against the surface while your lower half is forced hovering over the dark blue, salty and sticky, ocean water by a blushing, octopus merman’s tentacles. Your tender skin is warm to the touch, slick and glistening from sweat, sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. There’s a small puncture on your neck that appeared when Azul bite into the flesh to mark you only to end up accident injecting venom that made you completely paralyzed at the mercy of a needy cecaelia— the lustful, intense, and vulnerable feeling was an after effect of the venom.  

Thick, large, eager, and restless tentacles of Azul wrap around your plush body in a firm grip; thighs, legs, and ankles are wrapped by the slimy appendage as the suckers taste the sweet flavor of your skin. The small, scattered spots on the tentacles change in an unpredictable manner, their color alters between soft lilac, baby blue, and dark purple. The biology of the cecaelia would be quite hypnotizing if you were able to focus on anything.

“Haah—! Fuckk. . A-azul!” You whine out his name in a breathless, broken, loud, and exhausted voice.

You gasp out weakly, squirming lightly from the overwhelming stimulation. . in response, the tentacles around your lower half tightens to keep you from writhing as they kneed and squish at your body. Azul cries out your name when your gooey walls spasming around his thick length, his cheek dusted in a mixture of light lilac and blue. Those greedy hands of his dig into the soft flesh of your hips, thumb pressing into the tender skin of your belly. 

Azul grips onto you tightly as his hip snaps into yours, causing his deliciously thick and long hectocotylus to plunge deep into your drooling hole. With each relentless and rough thrust he does, his length stretches your walls wiide open; it has your eyes rolling back and lips parting to moan out his name in ecstasy. Your boyfriend gazes deeply at you, eyes dilated in pure bliss as he drinks up your fucked-out expressions; eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, drool seeping from parted lips, and the slight change in your eyes.

You look beautiful like this. . Your body jolts and shivers in pleasure, gooey walls quivering around his length— helplessly creaming around his hectocotylus until you feel like you’re drowning from overstimulation.

“Ohmygod. .! A- azul —mmhp. . b- babe!” You babble out loudly, sweat covered thighs trembling in his tentacles when azul presses perfectly against your g-spot.

“Haah. . m-my sweet pearl —nghh! D- don’t squeeze me s- so tightly!” Azul whimpers out, tears dripping from his glossy eyes as he babbles out his confession of love to you. . in a very shameless manner.

Another one of his tentacles lifts from the salty water, suctions hovering over the twitching and engorged bundle of nerves above your filled hole.

“Haah—! W- wait. . azul! Ca- can’t take it —nngh! Too biggg” you squeal out loudly, hands attempting to find purchase on his tentacles.

In response, Azul’s tentacles dart to wrap around your wrist.

“Mmhp! N- no, don’t squirm from me, my s- sweet pearl” he cries out, moaning softly at the delicious flavor of your skin melting onto his tongue.

The suction on your clit has you wailing louder than ever,  the poor bud sensitive from how the needy octopus was dragging his thick tongue against the hood— lips wrapping around it to suckle gently until you were gasping out his name. Azul was insatiable, slurping and lapping at your syrupy pussy as if it would save him from his rut. . drunk off the flavor of your addictive flavor. 

“M- my pearl. . pleasepleasepleaseplease” Azul chants out, tentacles wrapping tighter around you as his hectocotylus presses into your gummy walls. . twitching  and throbbing as it leaks inhuman amounts of precum inside your already white- covered walls.

“—please. . lo-love all of me, I beg of you” he whines in a desperate tone, angling his hips to pound into your g-spot until you're losing your breath. 

His cum makes everything sound even more nasty, the wet sloshes and squelches of your pussy as Azul easily slides back into your pussy from the wetness. But it’s too much. . a copious amount of his thick cum dribbles around the base of his hectocotylus, creamy white sliding down the curve of your ass. You’ve both created such a mess, a mixture of mostly his and your cum coating the surface below your body.

“Oohfuck! ‘M c- cumming again! Nnghh!” You wail out, eyes rolling back, back arching as you squirt around his thick length.

You want to squirm so badly, but you can’t, Azul’s venom runs through your blood. . keeping you pliant. He moans out your name, burying himself to the hilt of your velvety walls there’s a pleasurable tingle in your lower half. The grip on your hip tightens as thick ropes of cum shoots into your creamy walls, your stomach looks bloated, the excess cum spilling from your poor, abused hole.

The cecaelia leans in close, effectively trapping you against the ground as he kisses and laps at your marked up neck, hectocotylus still throbbing in your slick walls with need even though you’ve been fucking alll night. 

“Wahh. . haah, on- one more time, my beloved pearl” Azul pants out, slowly pulling his length until he watches his cum bead from your hole, only to push himself to the hilt of your cunt with a wet plapp. 

Azul drives himself slowly into your pussy, hectocotylus dragging against your walls. You murmur out his name, melting from the pleasure as he uses your body. If anyone was to visit the beach at this late hour, they would only hear the wet squelchh and sloshing sound, loud, high pitched moans and whimpers of someone’s name.

₊˚.༄ JADE LEECH

Moray eels actually don’t have an established mating season like octopuses— instead, when the temperature above Coral Sea turns blazing warm, Jade becomes clingy and attached to you

Like moray eels; Jade ensures that he feeds his dear mate more than enough food, preferring to initiate a sweet, dizzying dance with you

Your back arches from the smooth, completely soaked, mossy surface of the grotto—trembling against the ground as your lower half is submerged in the salty ocean water, plush thighs parted wiide open to accommodate the large, transformed eel that’s between it. Your tingles from the sweet abuse of overwhelming pleasure; plush body  covered in deep, bloody bite marks, covered in bruises from the eager and greedy hands of Jade, a mixture of sweat and dried cum coating your tender flesh. You feel as if you tried to fight a deep sea creature, only to lose miserably.

Jade has himself wrapped snuggly around your warm and soft skin, webbed fingers pressed between your connected bodies to roughly rub at the bundle of twitching nerves above your stuffed hole. His fingers are precious and nimble, rolling your puffy clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have you quivering around his length. His lips are pressed against the skin of your neck, hungrily slurping, lapping, and sucking at your tender flesh.

“Haaah—! Nghh! Too muchh, Jade!” You gasp out loudly between broken and breathless moans, gasps, and whimpers of the eel’s name.

His sharp nails dig into your plump hips, eliciting a hiss of pain when blood prickles from the puncture. Jade snaps his hips into yours, driving his thick, long, and deliciously big cock deeper into your gooey walls. With each mean and rough thrust of his hips into yours, an obscure, wet squealchh of your sopping pussy fills the grotto.

Jade sadistically grinds at the helpless expression on your face, thick cock bobbing in your velvety walls— his lips find yours in a passionate and needy manner, long tongue dragging against yours in an eager manner. He ruts deeper into your creaming cunt, faster and deeper— his nimble fingers rubbing slowly, firm circles over your swollen clit until it has your thighs trembling from the overwhelming stimulation. Underneath your body, a pool of cum that’s a mixture of yours and mostly his gets larger and larger from how globs of cum drips from the curve of your ass to the surface below.

In a honeyed voice, he groans out your name when your velvety walls quivering around his thick length, squeezing him so tightly it has his breath hitching. Through hooded and clouded eyes, Jade peers out a blissed out face, grinning when he sees the helpless expression on your face; fat tears dripping from your glossy eyes, swollen lips parted as sweet moans of pleasure leave them, and the delicious peak of your marked up neck from his sharp teeth. . god he could get addictive to the sight of you all pliable for only him. His thick cum, stuffed deep in your pussy, allows him to slip into your cunt with each thrust, a wet slosh echoing throughout the grotto.

“Oh, my sweet pearl” Jade purrs out in that honeyed tongue, his larger form cages you against the mossy ground as the inhuman cock bullies its way in and out of your dripping pussy with a wet sloshh.

“Q- quite the mess you’ve made —mmhp. .” He mutters between velvety groans, webbed hands pressing harder into your clit it has you choking on a moan.  

“Try not to waste my seed, my d- dear. . -haaah” Jade groans out, every thrust had his hips slamming into yours until your thighs ached from being forced apart. 

Jade presses himself harder onto you, burying his face deeper into the space between your shoulder and neck— warm breath fanning on your exposed. You let out a high pitch whine when his sharp teeth digs into the flesh of your neck, blood oozing from the puncture on the neck. He’s quick to drag that slimy, thick, and long tongue against the tender flesh of your neck— lewdly slurping at your skin as your blood coats his lips and neck. 

“Nngh—! F- feels too good! Mmhp. . J- jade!” You gasp out between moans, wailing loudly when his free hands digs into the soft flesh of your thighs.

That heat in your lower belly snaps unexpectedly, white hot heat as you lewdly squirt from the pleasure for the nth time tonight— juices spraying onto his lower stomach. Jade groans out your name from how your gooey walls spasm and tighten around him, hips flushed with yours as his cock bobs and throbs violently. He keeps himself buried deep as thick ropes of cum coats your already whites-covered walls, fat globs of white cum drools from your messy pussy. . dripping onto your ass. 

Jade slowly pulls out, tons of strings of arousal forms between your bodies, slamming his hips back into yours with a wet plap— pushing his cum back into your velvety walls. 

“My sweet pearl —haah. . do not waste my hard work. . ngh” he says simply, setting a pace; slowly pulling out a seeing the way your hole quivers around his inhuman cock before plunging himself back into you, roughly. 

Perhaps if you ignored your boyfriend’s honeyed voice cooing out to you. . begging you to help him with his upcoming rut, you might not have been pliable and overstimulated. After all, moray eels don’t have a scheduled mating season.

₊˚.༄ FLOYD LEECH    

similar to his brother, Floyd courts you in the traditional style a moray eel would; giving you a filling and delicious meal, dancing with you until you feel dizzy, soaking you in all his attention and affection

However, his favorite way to court his shrimpy is by opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly towards you 

Floyd is cruel when it comes to mating, soo eager to finally claim you that it comes out rough and borderline manhandling in his own passionate way

Compared to his brother, he prefers to mark every single inch of your body with his teeth, tongue, nails, and hands— he really gets addicted to how soft and supple your body is compared to all those other guppys in the Coral Sea!

The dark ocean’s cool, salt-laden water clings onto your exposed, flushed, and sensitive flesh— with each gentle wave of water that crashes onto your body has your skin tingling. Your breath is ragged and heavy from exhaustion, desperately trying to catch your breath as your head barely remains above the pitch black surface of the ocean. It’s hard to breathe when your son cries of pleasure interrupts you everytime; loud moans, shrill gasps, honeyed whimpers of Floyd, breathless mewls. 

It’s even harder when a certain moray eel merman seemingly can’t survive a mere second without his lips pressed firmly against yours; the intense flavor of metallic from your blood and salt from the ocean water lingers on Floyd’s lips. . coaxing you to eagerly reciprocate the way his snake-like tongue darting to flick against yours. What was originally supposed to be an exciting beach date with your dear boyfriend led to the cyan colored hair boy becoming more touchy, sweetly aggressive, overwhelming for your full attention. He opens his mouth as wide as he could in a barely concealed excited manner, gifting you the sight of the two rows of pointy teeth.

It was a repeating cycle; he’d unlatch his jaw wiiide, stare at you, close his mouth and pouts when you give him a confused look. . perhaps this was a moray eel trait that someone failed to inform you about. It was until you finally parted your lips to show Floyd your mouth that he instantly brightens up as he coos out your name in a honeyed voice, cackling at that dumbfounded expression on your pretty face. He quickly transform into his natural form, swimming further and further away from the sandy surface— peering at you with an expectant glint in his eyes. 

Within the few seconds of you being in the deep part of the ocean with Floyd, he’s already hungrily pawing and tugging at your swimsuit— the loud rippp of the fabric being torn from greedy hands. His eyes are dilated and clouded with unhidden intense desire— slowly swimming around like a predator stalking its prey. At first, your slick back was pressed against a rough rock that hadn’t appeared above the ocean’s surface— plush thighs parted wiide to allow the needy merman settle between them. . causing a pleasurable ache in your legs.

Those webbed hands of his digs into the soft chub of your thighs, sharp nails poking into your flesh until small dots of scarlet pools from your skin. . eliciting a honeyed gasp from your swollen lips. Floyd’s tongue— long, thick, and sloppy from eagerness drags against your cunt. . parting your syrupy folds. That eager tongue of his presses into your drooling hole, the wet muscle having a kind of its own as it drags against your pussy until you’re dripping a mixture of salvia and arousal. 

Floyd would moan shamelessly into your core, giggling when you tremble from the stimulation of his lips engulfing your buzzing clit— suckling hard until you just squeal out his and loudly. You’ve never seen the eel so excited like this before; he’s determined to drag out every little reaction from you, from the twitch of your hips to the gasp ripped from your lips. He whines into your honeyed folds, addicted, hungry for more of your sweet taste. . tongue flicking, licking, smearing, and dragging along your heat to coax your body to produce more and more of your sweet juices. 

“Mmhp! Shrimpy taste soo sweet!” Floyd giggles out against your puffy clit, grinning ear to ear with his lips and chin glistening from your sticky arousal.

And now, he has his flexible body wrapped firmly around your body— squeezing you tightly as he presses his throbbing cock agaisnt your puffy folds. Floyd ruts his hips back and forth in a dizzying manner, cock dragging and bumping into your poor clit. He’s already reduced you into a shivering, sobbing, and overstimulation mess.

“Ngh! F- Floyd! Haah—! feels goodd. .” You drool out, eyes squinted and clouded in a haze of ecstasy. 

Floyd giggles, smushing his lips against your swollen ones, sharp teeth nipping at the puffy flesh as his tongue darts to drag against yours in a passionate manner. He moans into your lips as his length stretches your drooling hole, the wet squeak muffled by the salty water around yours both. 

“O- oh fuck! To-too muchh!” You gasp out between loud moans, tongue darting to lick at your blooded lips. 

At the feeling of him pressing even deeper into your spasming and creamy hole has you shoveling and squirming from the pleasure.

“Shrimpy is so, so, sooo squirmy!” He giggles, tongue darting to kick a broad strip along your marked up neck. 

In your velvety walls, Floyd’s thick cock throbs and spurts out thick beads of precum into your already white- covered walls— the excess pouring from your stuffed hole and mixing in the sea water. The sweet burn of pleasure felt addictive and amazing, the way his inhuman cock drags and massaged along your gooey walls— the drag of his length in your cunt is heavy, the bulbous tip pounding into your poor g-spot with such force. . it feels amazingly perfect. His cool skin is pressed firmly against yours, sharp scales on his tail digs into your lower half— each rough snap of his hips has water spraying everywhere.

“Ya’ feel g- good? Huh? Huh, sh- shrimpy?” Floyd stutters out, those nails of his digging greedily into your hips before gently scratching find your back until you squeal from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Weakly, you try to find purchase on his shoulders only for the natural slime substance on his skin to make it hard. . you’re completely dependable on Floyd. With a loud sob of his name, you tremble in his hold as you gush around his shaft for the nth time tonight— creamy walls spasming and quivering around his thick length. 

”haah! Nngh! O- oh fuckk!” You drool out, eyes rolling back. 

Floyd moans out, pressing his lips onto you again, ignoring his you moan out from exhaustion, tongue dragging against the torn flesh of your lips. . happily shoving his tongue to smear against yours— thick and endless ropes of cum shoots into your overstuffed pussy.

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੭      ֹ   AUTHOR NOTE    🥥

Hiya hiya, cuties! Sorry for such a late post, I’m on vacation and had such limited wifi I wasn’t able to post ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ alsooo, 240+ followers?? Tysm (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)!!

Also, I wanted to say; please read my rules before requesting and I only use you/your pronouns for reader POV  but have afab anatomy! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ btw, shout out to the random person who gave me enough luck to get a Deuce card(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

One surprise drop in from you and Ortho eventually turned into multiple a month, then a few a week, until Idia was inviting you over of his own volition. As much as Ortho wanted to tease him-- even just a little-- for how close he had gotten to you, he held his tongue in fear that any sideways comment would turn Idia back to locking you out and talking to you though the tablet. But like any good little brother, Ortho noticed how Idia treated you, how he acted around you. He was more animated, willing to tell you about his hobbies, even sharing a few with you. The first time he lent you a few games to try out, Ortho thought maybe there was a glitch in his optical processors. He always assumed his brother had a crush on you, but he was willing to wait for that particular cutscene to play out on its own.

After weeks of warming up to you, Idia invited you over after classes let out to show you something he’d been working on for awhile that had come up in conversation before. A blastcycle he’d been working on, or rather, the engine. He was working on figuring out a new way to improve the efficiency of the exhaust and ventilation while also upping the acceleration. When he told you about it initially, you admitted that anything you knew about blastcycles was through osmosis from Deuce, but you thought technomancy in general sounded really cool. He tried to talk you though it with virtual diagrams, but you weren’t seeming to get it, thus the gutted engine taking up the majority of his room. He waited for you to make your way around to his desk chair before launching into his explanation, handing you things as he explained how they worked inside the engine in tandem with magic. He was getting more and more fired up as he explained everything to you, even going as far as to shuck his hoodie off to dig his arm into the engine block and answering your questions while almost resembling a puffed up peacock. And he got too excited.

As if this were some cheesy anime trope, he tripped over one of the toolboxes scattered across the floor as he went to hand you something, falling straight into you. It wasn’t a clean kiss by any means, faces smashing together at a bruising velocity, the way he immediately pushed himself off the back of the chair to fling himself away, ultimately sending you flying backwards as well. You smacked your shoulder into the edge of his bed frame while he took a gearbox to the back, the two of you groaning in pain, two crumpled piles of embarrassment on his floor.

You got up first, trying to make sure he was alright. He wasn’t, but it wasn’t from the bruise that was surely forming on his back. The second you came into view, his hair erupted with bright pink, no hoodie to hide his face in as he panicked. He tried to apologize from behind the arms he’d wrapped around his head, but all that would come out of his mouth was pathetic squeaking sounds. What a mess. There was no way you’d ever come back to see him, why would you? After this horrific display? He may as well just pack his things and move back to the Island of Woe, it would certainly be easier than the agonizing social death that surely awaited him.

“Idia, BREATHE.” He heard you near his head past his own thoughts. “It’s fine, it was an accident!”

You sounded amused. Peaking out from his arms, he could see you smiling down at him, making his face burn even hotter. Of course you would be amused, you should find this hilarious! Social reject’s first kiss was completely on accident, AND he probably hurt you in the process! Super cool, Idia!

“Oh for God’s sake, Idia, it’s fine!” You insisted as he groaned in embarrassment again, wrapping his arms tighter around his head. “Not an ideal first kiss, but we can try again!”

...

“What...?”

WHAT?!

Riddle was particular. He may have toned things down after his overblot, but he still had standards. And those standards did extend to you. It was the way he approached you every morning, straightening your tie, adjusting the way your jacket laid on your shoulders, sometimes even gently fixing the way your hair laid on your head. He didn’t even know he was just using it as an excuse to be close, if only for a moment, it just felt right to do. You were so consistently associated with Ace and Deuce that you were basically an honorary member of Heartslabyul at this point, and Heartslabyul students don’t walk around campus looking less than their best.

But Trey and Cater noticed. Of course they noticed, they picked up on it by the third time it happened, exchanging glances in a silent conversation behind Riddle’s back as he brushed Grim’s fur off your sleeve. He turned away from you just in time to watch Trey’s hand shoot up to cover a smirk, as Cater fully had to look away. He gave them a confused look before having to turn back to return your farewell, the two of them trying to stifle snickers.

“Oh, for the Great Seven’s sake, what?” Riddle huffed, turning back to his upperclassmen.

“Nothing!” Cater assured him, quickly busying himself with his phone.

“Prefect’s tie wasn’t straight again?” Trey asked, teasing etched into every word.

Riddle blinked at him in confusion for a moment. “What in the world is that supposed to mean?” He asked, arms crossing slowly over his chest as his eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“Nothing, nothing!” Cater waved him off quickly as he tried not to laugh at the expression on Riddle’s face. “C’mon, we shouldn’t be late for class!”

His little corrections came so frequently that, when you arrived at Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce for an Unbirthday party, no one batted an eye when Riddle approached you to start his usual routine. You were dressed in an outfit that emulated the Heartslabyul uniform, but made it clear that you were a guest; something Riddle had insisted upon when you started being invited to their tea parties on a more regular basis. It had a number of pins and baubles like the typical uniform that often found their way out of position, perfect for Riddle’s need to adjust you. The two of you chatted about how your respective days went as he adjusted the pins on your chest, the lapels of your blazer. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Ace was wrestling Grim away from the pastry table nearby, reminding him for the thousandth time that he had to wait for Riddle’s okay before eating and Grim, for the thousandth time, was having none of it.

Trey, Cater, and Deuce had a front row seat to watch in slow motion as Grim jumped over Ace’s head to fly in your direction just as Riddle’s hands came up to fix your hair. They watched in horror as Grim fell a bit short, ending up using the base of your neck as a springboard to jump back towards the pastries, knocking you forward into Riddle, who-- due to his habit of fixing your appearance-- was right there. With the proximity, you didn’t have time to catch yourself before your lips smashed into his. He was only very briefly stunned before his hands smacked down into your shoulders, pushing you an arm’s length away, both of your faces the same color as his hair. Though, he looked angry. His hands stayed at your shoulders as his head whipped around to find where Grim had landed, only to find the direbeast gorging himself at the pastry table without permission. You were quick to signal Ace to get him under control again, snapping him out of his surprised stupor to spin back around to his original objective, while you handled Riddle.

“Hey, accidents happen!” You assured him quickly, gently grabbing him by the wrist before he could storm off to render judgment. “Neither of us are hurt, it wasn’t the worst outcome in the world! I’m certainly not upset, anyways...”

His cheeks grew somehow hotter, only intensified by Cater’s shout of “get it, Housewarden!” While it settled his heart to know you weren’t upset by what happened, it did not excuse Grim’s actions. He glanced between your smile and the spot where Ace was struggling to hold Grim by the scruff for a moment before sighing heavily. You thought for a moment he had calmed before he raised his staff, swinging it at Grim and shouting his signature spell, Ace’s hand quickly replaced by the heft of the collar around his neck.

“HENCHMAN!”

“Can’t say I didn’t try.”

Being essentially raised by Lilia, Malleus had a penchant for… shenanigans. Unfortunately, being as feared by the general populace as he was, he had very few chances to actually partake in shenanary. It mostly only extended to Lilia and Silver, and occasionally Sebek, though his reactions usually weren’t what he was looking for.

Until he met you.

You who had no idea who he was in the beginning, no fear of his name or status, a willingness to form a friendship with him. And your reactions were perfect for the kind of mischief he liked to get up to. He couldn’t manage it as often as Lilia, but Malleus did very much enjoy startling you. Appearing suddenly behind you while you were walking with the other freshmen, sneaking up on you outside of class. He reveled in the way you startled, more often than not smacking your ineffective hands into his chest or upper arm. But it always ended with a smile on your face, and-- as he eventually figured out-- that’s what he was truly after. There was a feeling that swelled in his chest whenever you smiled at him that he’d never felt before. He wondered if it was the joy of someone treating him like everyone else for the first time in his long life. He'd asked Lilia about the feeling, trying to see if his mentor had ever felt the same, only for the man to laugh at him as if he were still a child. No amount of asking would get Lilia to reveal what he knew, only receiving cryptic responses like “you’ll find out soon enough” and even one “you’ll learn when you’re older.” Regardless of Lilia’s reaction, it didn’t stop his antics, not if it meant seeing you smiling at him again.

Malleus had caught you in the botanical gardens, crouched in front of a patch of flowers you’d been assigned to tend to for a potionology project. You were fully engrossed in your work as you pruned the blooms, even humming a song he didn’t recognize under your breath. No one else around to ruin a good scare, it was almost too perfect. He crept up behind you as silently as he could and crouched down to your level. You didn’t even notice as he turned his head and leaned in close to speak softly in your ear.

“Child of man, what are you--”

You yelped loudly at the sudden voice at your ear, hand balling into a fist to smack whoever was there as your head whipped around to face him, your heads bumping together. No… Not quite. He had maybe gotten a bit too close, and you’d turned your head just the perfect amount to brush your soft lips against his. It only lasted a split second, but never in his life did something that quick feel like such an eternity. You backed away quickly, face burning a bright red as you stammered out frantic apologies, not meeting his eye as he watched you. As calm as he looked on the outside, his thoughts were working overtime, the same feeling swelling tenfold in his chest, every puzzle piece clicking into place as his fingers drifted up to his lips. Ah.

He cut off your stream of apologies with a call of your name, getting you to look back over at him, however hesitantly. “I apologize, that was not the intended outcome.” He said simply, raising a hand to stop you as you opened your mouth to speak again. “However, it was not unwelcome. If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to try that again. Properly.” As precious as your smile was to him, he had a new goal in mind for as long as you’d let him. Your face was quite mesmerizing flushed.

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