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tettatonin · 2 years

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HEAVEN AND BACK (REUPLOAD) ︰ miyuki , eijun , furuya , haruichi

⠀⠀⠀⠀— their kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. MIYUKI: edging, implied overstimulation. EIJUN: blowjob, throat/face fucking, praise. FURUYA: fingering, toru being ambidextrous, slight size kink. HARUICHI: sub!haruichi, oral (f receiving), handjob, vibrator.

notes: just an old post i wanted to fix up while also finally and officially putting daiya on my blog <33 totally not bc im in another writing slump

MIYUKI KAZUYA

+ EDGING. OVERSTIMULATION. miyuki can give you everything you want and take it away from you as he pleases. the power trip of having you at his fingertips just really gets to him. he wants you to enjoy yourself, sure, but not without him getting a piece and absolutely ruining it for his own self pleasure.

miyuki doesn't have to tell you that he gets off watching you struggle, it's simple enough to understand just being with him. even when he won't admit such a thing to your face, expressing it in ways that would make you keen for him to get to the end of his foreplay. he'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy doing it to himself either, kissing your neck to keep his thoughts straight.

he moved his hips slowly, seething through his teeth at the tight, closing feeling of being seconds away from orgasm for the fifth time tonight. you were in the same boat with your bottom lip swollen from being bitten down on, pussy throbbing for release.

"had enough?" miyuki asks you with a slight grin, lifting his face out of the crook of your neck. "y'know i wanna fuck you just as much as you do, you just cum so easy on my cock."

you try and hold back a laugh but it slips, your boyfriend's expression dropping a bit. "sorry." you cover your mouth.

"oh, so its like that, huh?" he raises his eyebrows, sitting back up and holding you by the underside of your knees, locking your legs to your chest. "you want it like that?"

miyuki pounds into you hard, the bed creaking under the weight. though his pace wasn't bruising, still keeping that silent oath of edging himself and you, but he was hitting your sweet spot with every snap of his hips. and when your eyes screw shut and your mouth parts in a silent scream, he knows he's won.

"wait! kazu— ya," your words broke by the syllables with his thrusts. "fu— ck! please, don't stop!"

like hell i would, he thinks while adjusting his pace, switching to a quick and steady rhythm that has your eyelids fluttering shut.

you've been edged for far too long, your climax building up fast as miyuki bullied your sweet spot. his stomach tightened at your face that twisted in pleasure, cock throbbing inside you as the height of his climax matched yours before he rides out his high, or so you thought.

"aww, don't tap out yet, princess." he coos, the rhythm of his hips picking back up again. "you said 'don't stop', right?"

SAWAMURA EIJUN

+ BLOWJOBS. PRAISE. as much as eijun likes to take care of you, he loves being pampered. something about you sucking him off after a long week of training just sends him into a state he wouldn't trade for the world. you're so good to him with your body that he'd still reward you with praises that would make your stomach tighten.

eijun leaned back into the headboard, relaxing his body to enjoy the moment to its full extent. you were propped up on your elbows, laying on your stomach between his legs with your mouth sucking on half his length while your hand pumps at what can't fit.

your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing him a bit while his cheeks flushed a shade of pink. he swallowed a moan as you took in more of him, his hand instinctively covering his mouth.

you look up at his flushed expression with a smile, a satisfied hum vibrating around his dick just before you pull off with a pop.

"something wrong, eijun?" you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes as you stroke him, making sure to tightly part your middle and index finger at the tip.

he lets out a shaky breath, his reply caught in his throat and all that comes out is a strained noise.

"hm?" you lick up a pearl of precum off the tip, sucking on it gently while waiting for a reply.

he shakes his head.

"n-no, 's nothing you just— fuck, you feel so good." he barely gets to finish his sentence when you take him all the way to the base without warning. "mouth's so good for me." he sighs.

with your lips tight around his girth and your hand massaging his balls, his own shameful whines cut him off every time he tried to speak. not to mention the occasional jerk of his hips that had you grasping firmly at his thighs from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

"deeper, please, baby." he pleads, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear to sugarcoat the request. "want more."

obediently, you took him all the way for the last time, stilling your motion when the tip touches your throat. eijun's lips were parted slightly, the bottom one red and a little swollen from being bitten down on as you looked up at him.

the taste of his precum made your throat itch but still you bob your head gently, a string of moans falling from his lips the more you moved.

"yes, yes! fuck— just like that." he said, hands reaching to grab the sides of your face, his fingers lacing through your hair. "more.. need more, please, you're doing so good."

eijun times the controlled bob of your head with the raise of his hips, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs with the continuous touch of his tip to your throat.

"fuck, hah, you're gonna make me cum." he pants, already on the edge of release.

your eyes started to sting with tears from the lack of air and drool started to dribble down your chin. you look up at him desperately but he returns it with a look that said 'just a little more'.

and with a stuttered moan, he blows his load down your throat. your nose touches the skin above his cock while you swallow everything he gives you, the contraction of your throat making him sob just before you pull off with a gasp for air.

FURUYA SATORU

+ FINGERING. WHEN YOU SAY HIS NAME. furuya's size often slips his mind, forgetting that he's much bigger than you and that his fingers alone he could press up to that sweet spot in you with ease and that two were enough to make you feel so full. still, he still pushes for that warmth your cunt envelops him in along with the chant of his name as you get closer and closer to release.

furuya's lips rest on the skin of your neck as you lay on your back. he was propped up beside you with two fingers slowly thrusting into you, digits parted slightly to stretch you out. with his other hand he brushes a bit of hair from your face, watching with low lidded eyes.

"you okay?" he asks in a low whisper, littering a few kisses along your jaw.

you nod at the query, an assuring hum turning into a pleasured sigh when he hits a sensitive spot.

he pulls his fingers out of you, stomach tightening at how wet you've gotten with just his fingers.

"just a little more." he whispers, continuing to kiss gently along your jaw.

"satoru, i think its enough." you told him, gripping at his wrist.

he shook his head before his lips met yours, moving to kiss you deeper. his tongue pushed into your mouth, a moan coming out of him when you sucked on it. it has you melting, grip loosening as he slides his fingers between your folds, using his sense of touch to feel how much more slick he can gather before pushing them back in.

"not yet," he says breathlessly, a thin string of saliva connecting his lip to yours for a moment before he breaks away to shift in his position again. "not done with you yet."

he gets up from his place beside you, taking off his boxers and sitting between your legs instead.

he lets out a sigh when the cool air touches the tip, precum coating the head from the minutes he'd spent fingering you, listening and feeling how your body reacted to him. and god was he hard, so painfully hard from not being able to touch himself while doing so.

"wait—" you gasp, slender digits entering and pressing right up against your sweet spot again.

furuya gave his focus to your cunt, mesmerized by the glistening sheen and the sounds of you echoing throughout the room. his thought process felt hazy and fucking you had almost slipped his mind as he wrapped his left hand around his cock, already pumping to the bruising pace he was fingering you in.

"f-fuck, shit," he seethes as his eyelids suddenly start to weigh like iron from the pleasure, but he keeps them open for you. low lidded and clouded with lust.

"satoru, please. don't wanna cum yet."

not yet. not yet. he thinks, panting too hard and too engulfed in pleasure to tell you.

he could only feel the warmth of your walls around him, senses overflowing with impatience as he curls his fingers on one hand and tightens his grip with the other, giving special attention to the spot that makes you tighten. and when your walls clench around him one last time, he pulls you in close, hands wet with precum and slick but you could care less as your arms rest above your head.

furuya hovers over you, broad shoulders casting a shadow over your frame from the setting 4 o'clock sun for a moment before he rests on his forearms. the view from another perspective makes it look like he was trapping you under him from how big he was as the tip lines with your entrance, his hips move to push it in and you both gasp at the feeling. he rests his head in the crook of your neck when he builds up a steady rhythm, muffling his breathy moans against your skin but you can hear him so clearly while his hands try to find yours.

"so good," he sighs, his fingers loosely lacing with yours once he finds you. "can you— can you say my name? please?"

the hold he has on your hands anchors him, the curl of your fingers to his keeping him from slipping too far into self indulgence like before.

"satoru... faster." you moan, his pace changing at your command and stuffing you close to the hilt with quick, shallow thrusts. "fuck, you feel so good."

his stomach tightens at the praise. "gonna— gonna cum," he pants, kissing your neck to keep him from moaning too loud. "inside... wanna do it inside."

furuya didn't sound like he was asking, so you wrap your legs around his waist for assurance, heels digging into his lower back to bring him closer when his hips stutter.

he lifts his head out of the space in your neck, face hot and cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he kisses you slow and sloppy in another effort to suppress his moans again. but you can still hear them, you can feel them and how they intensify the closer he gets.

"cumming, cumming— satoru!" you moan when he pulls away.

you clench around him, strings of curses flowing out until his hips still, burying himself to the hilt.

KOMINATO HARUICHI

+ HANDJOBS. ORAL. he just looks so pretty with his glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. whether he's sitting on your lap, whimpering and nodding mindlessly at your words while you toy with his cock in your hand, or between your legs with his lips sucking your clit with fervor, haruichi's at your mercy.

haruichi sits on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hand strokes up and down his length in a steady motion. he moans against your lips, pleasure having washed over him and cut short many times.

he'd worked hard this week, balancing college studies and baseball training at the same time, so you gave him a remote, the small device clutched in his hand for the vibrator that whirred at a medium setting in you, a little bit of an extra reward. but you have a feeling that he's forgotten all about it, far too distracted by the pleasure you brought him.

his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton but he kept them open, watching your hand twist and pump around him with a sheen of precum and spit coating your skin.

"a lil' more, haru? 's getting dry." you request, slowing your pace.

haruichi opens his mouth, tongue lolling out to let a drop of spit fall onto the tip.

"thank you, baby." you smile, planting kisses from his cheek to his neck. "you feeling okay?"

he nods, swallowing thick to get rid of any potential stutter. "feels good.. so, so good— please, don't stop."

he rolls his hips, an adorable attempt to aid you in helping him reach his high.

"aww, don't worry. 'm never gonna stop." you coo. "gonna make you cum like you deserve, pretty boy. and," with your free hand you reach behind your neck where his hands rest, tapping the one that clutched the vibrator remote. "turn this up a bit, wanna feel good with you too."

his hands fumble with the remote, pushing the switch up a level. the bullet vibrating against your sweet spot earns a moan out of you, the sound had haruichi throbbing in your hand even as your pace faltered for a moment.

he pulls you in closer, opting to kiss you and drink in your moans while you stroked him on your lap.

"so pretty, haru." you comment between kisses. "my pretty boy with the prettiest cock."

his stomach tightens at your words, the praise making his vision hazy.

"want me to go faster?" you press your lips to his cheek. "'you worked so hard this week, so tell me. tell me what you want, 's okay."

it takes him a moment to relax and find the words he wants to tell you. you were already doing him so good and he was already so close, but speeding up the process shouldn't hurt.

"faster— please. i— i wanna cum so bad." he whines. "jus'— wanna cum, please."

you gladly pick up the pace, one hand twisting around his length while the other rubs the tip. haruichi's moans only increased in volume and it got harder and harder to hold back and savor the moment, his high coming up faster than he wanted.

"cumming, cumming!" he whines, desperately pressing his lips to yours as he spills all over your hand.

you take in his moans, tongues pressed together in a sloppy kiss. haruichi comes down from his high while you're about to reach yours, the fact of it evident in your moans and your panting breath when he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to yours.

he trails kisses from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, down your neck and to your chest, then finally stopping at your lower stomach. haruichi looks up at you as his lips latch onto your clit, lapping and sucking on it gently, actions drawing sweet moans out of you.

the remote's still grasped tightly in his hand, his thumb turning up the intensity to its highest before setting it on the floor. his hands hold onto your thighs as they clasp around his head, burying himself deeper into your cunt as you come so close to your release.

you moan out his name, the sound of it making his eyes roll back in pleasure and the his focus on your clit nearly breaks.

you part your thighs, allowing him room to breathe. slick covered him from his cheeks to his chin and pink dusted over his cheeks as he caught his breath, pulling the vibrator out of you by the string to turn it off. he brings his face closer to your pussy again, flattening his tongue to lick up a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, swallowing the slick pooled on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya saw this first but here it is again 😵😵 ++ @fsh1gvro @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12 (i'm sorry for the tag sumi but i rmbed u rlly like furuya sooo)

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Helloooo! Can I request some headcanons for how various twst men do aftercare for their s/o? Plz and thanks ☺️

I got you Anon! I don't get to write much aftercare but it is important!

Pairing: Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, cuddling, pillow talk, aftercare, teasing, bathing/showering together, clothes sharing, eating together, kissing, marks, hickies

A/N: This one isn't too smutty, mostly fluffy actually but I put it in the tags just in case.

AZUL, JAMIL, IDIA

They mostly offer you physical aftercare with little talking. The most they will ask is if anything hurts or if you enjoyed yourself. Other then that it's mostly cuddles, and lots of kisses as a sign of affection and appreciation. But they also like to make you feel goosebumps by tracing particularly sensitive spots.

CATER, TREY, RUGGIE, KALIM

Love to talk to you afterwards, they want to know how you felt, even if you were very vocal during sex. Always looking for ways to make you laugh and smile before falling asleep. Will offer to make you something to eat as well because the both of you just spent a lot of energy.

ACE, JADE, ROOK

Will offer you a massage and a warm bath to relax you. Might gloat a little but due to them needing to help you walk straight after you get out of bed. They are the snack and drink providers and will hand-feed them to you. They don't mind getting a little playful afterwards either.

LEONA, FLOYD, MALLEUS

Take their time kissing their way down your body, appreciating each mark they made on you and showing of those you made on them. Go nuts when they see you picking up their shirt and putting it on when you roll out of bed, with their cum still spilling down your legs. If you weren't clearly tired they would have pulled you back into bed for some more.

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blusherbaker · 3 months

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TWST Kink Headcanons: Heartslabyul Edition

Minors/ageless blogs DNI; all characters are 18+ for these scenarios

Each character is given a short write-up of one of their main kinks, as well as a list of other kinks they may like (with a little more info added in some cases), and a list of things they would dislike ^v^

Warnings: Smut, discussion/mention of multiple kinks of different varieties, including those related to D/s dynamics, food, pain, etc.

| Savanaclaw »——>

Riddle: Submission

Riddle is always a bit contentious in terms of what his kinks may be, some seeing him as leaning towards more dominance-related kinks, others seeing him as leaning towards more submission-related kinks, some seeing him as having completely different interests, and some seeing him as almost totally vanilla. Personally, I think that Riddle would be likely much more towards the submissive side, loving the feeling of being in that headspace. But, he requires a very caring soft dom, maybe even someone akin to a caregiver. Now, Riddle doesn’t necessarily like age play, but he enjoys letting go of control for a bit. He gets so sweet and obedient when he’s being gently guided, cared for, and even coddled a little, but above all, made to feel safe and loved. He absolutely adores submission when he is in an environment where he feels safe enough to let someone else take the reins and have power and authority over him, and this would both give him a sense of security, and excitement at the same time.

Other possible kinks:

PRAISE

Nipple play (he can orgasm just from having his nipples played with)

Biting

Hair pulling

Dominance (he's a sub-leaning switch ♥︎)

Collaring (Prefers his partner in a collar, rather than himself. Works well with his Unique Magic!)

Dislikes:

Humiliation, especially regarding his size or his capabilities

Impact play

Choking

Ace: Brat play

So… we can all agree that Ace would be - really, already is - a brat, right? He’s cheeky, he’s playful, he’s a troublemaker and kind of badly behaved most of the time. He craves an opportunity where he could let that free and already know how he’d be punished and/or rewarded. He’d be SO into letting the full intensity of his bratty side loose. Ace would more or less have the green light to talk back, disobey, tease, and generally be a little shit to his heart’s content, and he’d know that his behaviour would only make things better… for the most part, that is. Because, of course, he really wants to be made to submit. That's where the real joy and excitement would begin for him: when his partner finally puts him in his place.

Other possible kinks (mostly receiving):

Degradation / humiliation

Praise (and bonus points if it's humiliation and praise all in one!)

Masochism

Exhibitionism

Light CBT?

Gagging

Edging

Mental bondage

Dislikes:

Other forms of bondage

Role play

Deuce: Praise

Deuce isn’t the kinkiest boy, but he would LOVE to be praised - absolutely no questions about it. No matter what role he’s in, whether things were leaning more kinky (in terms of what he likes) or pretty vanilla, you give him a little praise and he’ll melt. Well… his heart will melt; his cock will be rock hard. It doesn’t even need to be intense praise, or poetic, or anything of that sort. The simplest phrases, a little comment on how good he’s making you feel, or how happy he makes you, or even just something positive about how he looks or behaves (especially in the bedroom), and that’s it. Even if he was pinning you to the mattress, completely controlling you in every other way, you'd be the one making him feel more pleasure than he'd ever expected. A few sweet words, and you'll have Deuce in the palm of your hand.

Other possible kinks:

Light bondage / restraint (especially handcuffs, or just with hands or body weight)

Domesticity

Lingerie (on himself OR his partner)

Dislikes:

Degradation and humiliation, especially regarding his intelligence

Sadism

Really, most things that could cause physical or mental discomfort for you or him. This sweet boy just wants things to be nice and pleasant for you both (*´◡`*)

Trey: Stuffing

Okay, so… I have a feeling Trey would be really into stuffing. He doesn’t necessarily like feedism; I don't believe he would find the intentional weight gain aspect of feeding to be very enticing. But seeing his partner fill up on his food, or - even better! - feeding it to them by hand DEFINITELY would appeal. He adores the control he has over them in that situation; the intimacy of feeding his partner, and of seeing their body temporarily change because of him, their belly gradually becoming round and taut as they're stuffed full of something he made specifically for them. His slightly sadistic side would also like seeing their expression shift from pleased, to content, to uncomfortable as they ate the dishes he made for them, his gaze intense but his voice soft as he coaxes them to “just have one more bite”. Then afterwards, soothing them with gentle touches and loving words once they're overfull and sleepy… now that would be something that Trey would enjoy immensely.

Other possible kinks (mostly giving):

Sensation play (he definitely uses his UM!!)

Teeth (obviously) - also includes biting!

Orgasm control

Breeding (as a fantasy, NOT reality)

Dacryphilia (crying)

Cockwarming?

Soft domination (possible Daddy kink?)

Dislikes:

Food play (he doesn’t like the mess)

Pet play

Exhibitionism

Cater: Overstimulation

Giving, receiving, it really doesn't matter to him - Cater simply LOVES overstimulation, in any form. Seeing his partner gradually fall apart from his touch and his words, completely overwhelming them with how much pleasure he gives them... or pain... or, pleasure so intense it becomes painful, it's all a dream to him. If you let him, he will gladly make you so sensitive from his touch it hurts, whether from very lightly raking his nails over your skin over and over and over, playing with your senses in other ways, or making you feel so good for so long that you’re begging him to stop. And he can do this all either by himself, or with help from his clones (thank you, “Split Card!”) He also ADORES being overstimulated himself. Probably even more than doing it to you! And this could be in a few different ways, too: teasing him for extended periods of time, binding his body, playing with textures and temperatures on his skin, giving him spicy food, edging, spanking, or - probably his favourite - forced orgasms. No matter the method, though, Cater likes how overstimulation makes him turn off his brain. He never cums as hard as when his mind is filled with nothing but static, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of what you’re doing to him.

Other possible kinks:

Bondage

Sensation play

Dumbification (think for him - he’ll love it ♥︎)

Voyeurism

Being filmed (technically a form of exhibitionism I guess? however, he keeps the recordings private)

Hair pulling

Mirror sex?

Group sex, more specifically clone sex

Orgasm control (especially forced orgasms, as noted above)

Dislikes:

Degradation

Forced feminization

Whew! And that concludes my headcanons for the possible kinks of these 5 Heartslabyul lads. Let me know what you think, and if you have any other ideas or opinions! I'd love to hear them!!

You can read some extra ideas about these kinks here!

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bigratsdeservebigpats · 11 months

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hi hello i would like to request the heartslabyul boys with an s/o who wants to give them head pls? it would be nice if you could do a lil extra for cater, I know he's not super popular, but I love him sm!!! ty!

I was first gonna try and do an AU with Cater, like as a camboy or soemthing, but then I just went with a longer section :( I think I'm keeping the camboy idea in the back of my mind! Cw: Smut :O

Cater

Cay Cay Darling loves to be a part of the crowd. If you want him, you have to find him first, and that’s as easy as looking at his posts. All that needs to be done is to follow the scent of the latest trends and you’ll find yourself in the back of a snazzy new restaurant, dim lighting cloaking the two of you from the hustle and bustle outside.

Now he wouldn’t expect you to show up here, or to get on your knees right before him. He knows what you’re asking, he doesn’t have to even question it, because this exact scenario permeates his thoughts every day.

He has to refrain from taking a photo (or several), but he knows no picture could ever truly encapsulate every detail he can see. From that sinful twinkle in your eyes, to the lilt in your voice as you ask him to keep his voice down, how is he expected to do the impossible? The squeeze of your hands on his thigh, the muffled press of your lips on his pants, it coaxes all the tiny whines from his throat. He can only do his best to sear the sight of you undoing the button of his jeans to help alleviate the tightness in his crotch.

He loves loves LOVES when your sweet doe eyes are on him when you guys fuck, watch him crumble when your mouth wraps around him, it’s not the same if you aren’t focusing on him. He demands your full attention with the way his tongue traverses his bottom lip, looking oh-so delicious when he keens into your mouth.

His dominant hand keeps your head steady as his hips jerk into the plushness of the back of your throat, having to cover his mouth to keep himself from cussing and compromising your positions. It wouldn’t make much of a difference. He can hear the way you gag on his thick cock, slurping up each inch with practiced ease as your nose buries into his pelvis.

As Cater nears his climax his dick pulses in your mouth with sporadic jumps, nerves jolting him with the building pressure. It doesn’t help that you don’t dare to slow down, milking him with your tight little mouth even after he’s already cum. He has to stop you before oversensitivity hits, or else he won’t be able to walk out of this place. Unfortunately, he still needs his legs for now so you two can hurry home and he can return your favor four times over.

Riddle

As Mr. Straightlaced himself, he is the most against a sloppy toppy and also the one who also needs it the most. After another tedious day of abiding by the rules and hitting the books, you’re most likely to find him sprawled out on the bed, so very inviting to the way you kiss at his stomach and drag your fingers under his garments.

He’ll realize it soon enough, but it’s far too late for him to try and deny your advances, not when your lips press against the underside of his half hard cock. Even when he tries to push your face away, his hand slips behind your head to pull you closer.

His most sensitive spot has to be the pretty pink head, he could cum with just you circling his flushed tip with the tip of your tongue! No matter how many times you do this, he can’t adjust to the warmth of your mouth. Poor boy overstimulates himself every time.

Riddle won’t admit it, but he likes cumming all over himself. With his own jizz decorating his tummy, he likes the look you have when you kiss him clean and coo about how cute he is. He’s a bit too sensitive to do it all again, but you have complete control over him if you want the same treatment.

Trey

You have to trust me when I say he’s the MOST dominant of the Heartslabyul boys. He’ll know what’s on your mind even before you do. He’ll see the way your eyes wander lower and lower, how your eyes gloss over and the little shiver in your breath. You don’t even need to ask before he’s excusing the both of you and leading the way to his bedroom.

He doesn’t mind when you take the lead. After all, you have to work for what you want, don’t you? He’ll watch you pull his trousers down with the sweetest smile, a pure contrast to the lust in his gaze. He’ll whisper things, small praises and sugary words as you swallow him inch by inch.

Trey’s personal favorite move is to grip a handful of your hair and rut into your throat. Don’t worry about your gag reflex, he’ll train it out of you with plenty of patience till you can sit with his dick comfortably in your mouth.

Trey likes to edge himself. He’ll ask you to slow down when he’s about to cum, fighting every urge to spill down your throat. He doesn’t actually like to cum in your mouth, mostly because he’s tasted it before and boy it isn’t the most pleasant. He can use his magic to make it better, but he just prefers pumping it in a different hole. Speaking of, mind spreading your legs, Love?

Ace

This fuckin brat istg, ever since you offered it once, it’s all he thinks about. He’s the epitome of a teenage boy, pestering you and teasing you just for a chance of getting that gluck gluck 2000. The only time you’ll catch him off guard is after basketball practice in an empty locker room.

He’ll try to push you off, but no one can deny that he’s hard as a rock at a thought. He isn’t even really trying to say no! By the time his shorts puddle around his feet, he’s already putty in your hands, thrusting up into your grip.

Call it a joke but he likes having his balls played with. Roll them in your fingers, circle it with your index and thumb as you suck him off and you’ll have him a mess in no time. Give them a gentle tug and watch him keen, it's really fun.

Because Ace asks for it often, they are usually quickies, but don’t worry, he’s not so much of an asshole to leave you high and dry if you really want more. Probably best to clean up and get somewhere a little more private though. He’s really not the best at shutting up.

Deuce

Deuce is a gentleman, even if his attention is on your lips 25/8 he will not bring up The Segs unless you say it first. Doesn’t matter how long you've been dating or how many times you’ve done it, he keeps his thoughts Written On His Forehead oh my god he’s so obvious please offer first. Watch him light up and his tent rise.

As long as you guys are somewhere private enough, he’s more than happy to indulge himself, falling deeper from each kiss to his length and the silky walls of your mouth. Just keep holding his hand and he’ll gladly follow you into the second circle of hell.

Sweetie Pie likes kisses - scratch that, he LOVES them. He likes them all over him, on his thighs and his shaft or right between his balls and his cock. He would love to spend all day just being lavished in more kisses than he can count, but maybe after…?

Deuce has a negative refractory, by the time he finishes, he’s already begging for another round. Drool gathers on his lower lip as he bucks his hips, pearlescent beads of precum forming strings against your tongue. “Just one more time…” he pleads, although the both of you know it’s a lie.

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sinfullyrosey · 2 years

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How the Dorms Punish You

Various Dorms X Male!Reader

Note: While it’s never outright stated, everything that happens is consensual. Whether you want to view it as roleplay or making prior agreements with the dorms towards future punishments, it’s up to you. Either way, enjoy~

All characters are 18+

Heartslabyul

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Gagged, Gang Bang, Double Blowjob, Rimming, Photography/Video Recording

Ah, a very special Unbirthday Party indeed. The usual preparations have been made, and the dorm is gathered at the table as always. Desserts are laid out and everyone is at their seats, right on time. For this special party, everyone is sure to make it on time, eager and excited. Everyone waits as Riddle makes his way to his throne and gives the go ahead. It’s not until a little while into the festivities that the actual surprise main course is presented. For there, in the middle of the table, lies an uncovered dish that is only now having its lid opened to reveal you, the centerpiece of it all.

You’re stripped completely bare, lying on your back with arms tied behind you and legs tied so that you were in the mating press position. A bright red ball gag is stuffed in your mouth in a mock apple visual, and your dick is on full display to the hungry eyes of the dorm. Trey was sure to properly prepare you, stimulating you so that your dick was nice and perky and your asshole was properly cleaned and ready. You were moved as to allow easier access.

As Dorm Head, Riddle got first taste, making his way over and carefully licking a single strand up and along your length, lapping up the precum at the tip, making you squeal against your gag. You could feel your cock twitch in response to the sudden sensation. He continued to lavish your sensitive bits in licks and sucks, paying special attention to the spots that drove you wild. Before long, you’re cumming on his tongue as your creamy release shot out of you and into his awaiting mouth. He lapped up every drop, enjoying the unique flavor. But this was only the beginning as the red head licked his lips of the residue and nodded in approval.

With his approval made, the rest of the dorm was now allowed to get their fill of you. You could only stiffly struggle when you felt the others follow suite, licking and tasting you with their eager tongues. You were Heartslabyul’s forbidden tart and they were determined to enjoy you while they could. You responded with an endless chorus of muffled moans and quiet whimpers, understanding the consequence of breaking the Queen’s rules. It was only fair that you pay in your delicious, creamy cum.

Ace, Deuce, and Cater triple teamed you, one occupying your ass while the other two were occupied with your member. They were a bit inexperienced but eager, humming their satisfaction over your taste. The vibrations sending shock waves straight to your core, as your walls tightened and the coil built up snapped as another orgasm erupting your senses. Cater snapped a quick pic of the three of them and your messy self before sitting back to further record the celebration. Only those within the dorm would be allowed to see them, of course, as a little memento.

Savanaclaw

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Reader is Hunted Down, Biting, Handjob, Rimming, Gang Bang, Anal, Creampie, No lube used

Being chased down by the bulk of the Savanaclaw Dorm wasn’t something you saw yourself doing today, but hey, here you were. It wasn’t even your fault! How were you supposed to notice a certain familiar tail poking out from under a bush while you were out for a jog?! It’s not like you purposefully meant to step on his tail and got the dorm leader pissed off and out for revenge. And you most certainly weren’t planning on him taking it a step further and stripping you completely nude while siccing the whole dorm of beastmen on your ass!

So now here you were, naked and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you heard the taunting laughs and howls of men all around you; men who wanted nothing more than to tear into you and devour you like the little prey that you were. Some had managed to catch up to you and got in a few bites and scratches on you, groping at your ass and balls, and pumping your dick until it was hard and leaking. You’d manage to slip away, or maybe they let you escape like some game of cat and mouse, leading to another chase to ensue. It all eventually came to ahead though when a whole group led by Ruggie managed to finally tackle you to the ground and restrain you in place.

You were sweating and panting by this point, skin glistening with salty droplets, the savannah heat beating down on you and giving you this glorious glow. The sneaky hyena loomed over you in victory at having caught the dorm’s favorite herbivore. Soon, the others are caught up and begin surrounding you, licking their chops and preparing to sink their teeth into you, but a loud roar halted them in place. The warning was all they got to not approach you any further. After all, the King of Savanaclaw always gets first pickings to the dorm’s catch.

But before Leona has his fun, he orders Jack to prepare you before sinking his own cock into you, wanting to teach the new pup how things work around here. Jack was hesitant, the only one unsure of all of this, but the moment you invitedly opened your legs up wider and he got a whiff of your sweet scent, he was a goner. His mouth was on you in seconds, licking at your tight hole and roughly pumping your cock. You moaned out loud, throwing your head back, and body arched in ecstasy. The others watched as he brought you to orgasm, wishing it was them who was making you feel so good.

You, now exhausted from running and still coming down from your high and completely vulnerable, were ready for him. He didn’t waste anymore time and grabbed your hips, sinking his cock into your still fluttering walls and began pounding into you while the whole of Savanaclaw watched on, waiting for their turn with you. They watched as their dorm leader made you moan and cry out for him, your vision becoming hazy and unfocused at the heat around you. They watched as he ravished you, biting and gripping onto you as his dick slid in and out of you roughly. Once he was finished filling you with his thick cum, he left to go sit back and watch as the rest of the dorm had their way with you, with Ruggie being next. He was the one who caught you after all.

Octavinelle

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Biting, Teasing, Anal, Chastity Cage

Azul has the pearl of Octavinelle Dorm working in the Lounge as part of a limited time, week-long special. The special? You dressed up in a cute, sea bunny themed outfit, waiting on tables until you pay off your debt. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that your arms are securely tied behind your back at all times, and you have to run around in heels and a vibrator shoved up your ass and dick restrained in a chastity cage.

You aren’t able to write down orders, forced to try and memorize everything, while knowing everyone is staring at you fall apart from the pleasure and stress. You bring out orders using a serving tray that’s secured to your waist and held by a string attached to your choker. Trying to balance the beverages and plates was a challenge while trying to walk around in heels. But you haven’t dropped anything yet, afraid of what the Dorm Leader would do if he found out you broke one of the glasses and ruined a customer’s experience.

The twins are each given a remote to torment you with, constantly changing the vibrator’s setting throughout your shifts. You’re desperately trying to keep your knees from buckling as another dry orgasm wracks through your body and you struggle to balance the dishes you’re taking over to a booth. You bite your lip in a pathetic attempt to keep your moans and whimpers to yourself, but everybody already knows. You put on your best customer smile and power through it. After all, nobody but the those in the dorm are allowed to touch.

What would have been a relief turns out not to be so as both twins further mess with you, flustering you more. Floyd constantly is touching you whenever you stop by the kitchen to relay or pick up orders. His hands groping at your behind and fiddling with the cage, sometimes grabbing you by your sides and spinning you around to watch you almost tumble. He even at one point suddenly picked you up and set you on the counter so he could leave little “love bites” on your neck and shoulders, before sending you on your merry way to show off to all the customers. Jade is no better, constantly sneaking teasing words into your ear whenever he passed by. He’d leave feathery touches on your most sensitive bits, making you shiver, as he promised to ravish you later. The cheeky eel even had the nerve to comment on how much of a mess you were making with your precum leaking past the cage and dripping all over the floor.

The shift is over and everybody is closing up for the day. You’re relieved and ready to finally be rid of the embarrassing outfit and access to your hands again. But it was only short lived as the twins, instead of unbinding you, led you to Azul’s office. You’re confused and worried you had done something wrong. You didn’t break anything and none of the customers complained to your knowledge, so why are you being summoned to the boss’s vip room??? It isn’t until you’re sitting on the very boss’s lap, straddling him, as you gazed up at the smug look he was giving you, one hand on your hip and the other tauntingly waving his own remote back and forth. You ended up bouncing on his dick the whole time Azul went over the week’s earnings.

Scarabia

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Hypnosis, Piercings (nipples and dick), Stripping, Hotdogging, Anal, Crossdressing (the outfit is based off of female attire), Group Masturbation

It surely was a party in Scarabia as the music was blaring, students were stuffing their faces with delicious food, and everyone was just having a good time. Though one member seemed to be absent from the festivities and the dorm leader was a bit worried. He didn’t want to be too harsh on you and had even begged Jamil to go easy on you. It’s sad to think Jamil had you excluded over some minor mistake. But the vice dorm head reassured the heir and gave a rare smirk after gesturing to two other students who wondered off at the vice’s signal. Kalim was confused at first when the lights were suddenly dimmed and the music faded into something more quiet and alluring…

A giant figure that had gone unnoticed till now was moved to the center of the room and had the sheet covering it removed to reveal… you! Ruby eyes widened at the figure of you sitting in a golden bird cage, clad in a revealing, scarlet outfit, similar to the ones women back at home would wear when they preformed for his family. But this one seemed more, skimpy and eye catching. You were decorated in intricate, golden bracelets on your wrists and ankles, and a matching collar around your neck with a chain connected to it. You stood up, turning to face the crowd that had now started to gather and sit to marvel at you as you slowly began to dance. Your movements were those of home, beautiful and artistic, yet seductive and sensual. Your hips rolled and swayed as you danced your song in your false prison, glazed over eyes staring emptily at the group of males.

By now, pants were tightening as you started to slowly remove your top and headdress, hips still swaying to the rhythm. The dorm leader’s eyes further widened as he saw more supple skin of yours start to show as you pealed off your pants. Now everyone could see the thin, gold chain piercings clamped to your nipples and groin, along with the precum dripping from said tip. Jamil gestured again and a student opened the cage door for you to slowly make your way out, still dancing as the heat kicked up in the party hall. You made your way over to Kalim, making yourself comfortable on his lap. Now up close and seeing your makeup-painted face, he could see the familiar hypnotized eyes of you staring at him. The vice dorm head shrugged it off when Kalim made a stink, saying that it was only to calm your nerves and released you from his magic.

You blinked before looking around, finding yourself on the Scarabia dorm leader’s lap, surrounding by the prying eyes of other students. You blushed a deep scarlet in embarrassment, especially upon feeling the other’s hard on. Well, you were supposed to be apologizing after all, so you continued the dance in his lap as the others cheered you on. Jamil tugged on Kalim’s pants in a sign that he should remove them, which he swiftly did and you made yourself comfortable once more, being sure to have your ass rub back against his leaking length. It didn’t take long until the dorm head came, the previous excitement spurring an early orgasm. The other’s at this point had either removed their own pants or simply left them on as they stroked themselves to the show.

Kalim sighed in satisfaction and made to move you out of his lap and into his friend’s. Jamil was surprised and tried denying the request, but the two of you managed to convince him to loosen up for once and let you sit in his now bare lap. He pulled down his hoodie in embarrassment as you gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You chuckled as you rubbed your ass against his hardening dick before easily slipping it inside. He hissed at the sensation and blearily gazed up at you, rocking his hips up into your clamping hole. You truly were the Diamond of the Scarabia Dorm.

Pomefiore

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Collar and Leash, Spanking, Blowjob, Fingering

Misbehaving and not following routine was not permitted in the Pomefiore Dorm. Doing so would illicit swift punishment to whoever was caught not following their skin routine or not following the dorm head’s rule. And you being Vil’s sweet potato did not exclude you from such harsh punishments, but you sure wish it had, given your current position. After having failed your basic posture test, and Vil finding out you hadn’t been practicing, instead sneaking out to go cause mischief with your friends, the queen only found it necessary to give you “private” lessons himself.

So, here you were, arms strapped in a leather, arm binder behind your back and matching thigh high, heeled boots. A butt plug was shoved up into you and vibrator bullet strapped to your dick. To make matters worse, you were made to wear a collar, a leash attached and guided along by the dorm leader himself as he made his way around the dorm, you in tow. A stack of books was atop your head, meant to keep your back straight and balanced as you followed Vil through the halls. It was absolutely humiliating to see the other Pomefiore students watch the compromising scene, understanding full well why you’re being punishment. Your face burned as the others had full display of your chest and hard on, none showing a single glimpse of sympathy. The only one who looked on with any sort of pity was Epel, who could only offer a smile of apology.

A harsh slap was ushered onto your bare bottom, making you yelp audibly. You had allowed a book to slip and fall to the floor when you tried to look down in shame, making Vil spank you with a riding crap. It was the first of many to come as you made your way around the dorm, ass littered with bright red marks, and tears sliding down your face. The dorm leader tutted, but said he’d address your ruined makeup later, wiping the mascara off with his thumbs in a moment of tenderness. He may be stern, but he's not cruel to your misery. He decided that you had had enough and allowed a breather before moving forward with the lesson.

He allowed Rook to pamper you by finally bringing you to orgasm. The eccentric man’s tongue was experienced as he worked his way over your length and fingered you, and lavished your neglected length in licks and suckles, swallowing you down all the way to the base. You whimpered, cumming inside the vice dorm leader’s mouth, as everyone watched on (some of which in mild jealousy). Your legs were shaking as you panted, eyes hazy in bliss, while the blond cleaned up your mess. Vil told Rook to pick you up and take you back to his dorm room since you were unable to walk.

Rook did so and placed you gently on the bed, but did not remove the binder like you thought he would. Instead, he bent you over Vil’s bed and used the leash to keep you in said position. You shakily asked why he did that, but was answered with him bidding you farewell and Vil walking into the room with a paddle. Guess Vil also found out about you sneaking those cupcakes in with Epel the other night. Later, after the punishment was over and Vil had cleaned you up, you were now alone with your partner in crime as he apologized about you getting punished and not him. His face was red like the apples from his farm, as he nervously said he wanted to make it up to you. You didn’t understand at first until he reached down to palm at your groin and began softly kissing you.

Ignihyde

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Blindfold, Ring Gag, Fuck Machine, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Cock Pump

Okay, so maybe accidently deleting all of Idia’s saved game file was one of the worst mistakes you made. But you didn’t expect him to get this angry with you over it. At first he had just been devastated, lying down on the floor of his bedroom and curling up into a ball, trying not to cry after you told him. You had apologized and offered to make it up to him, but he simply had ignored your request and told you to just leave so he could start on regaining his lost progress back. You relented and he avoided you for like two weeks. You found this only fair and felt it was appropriate to let him eventually come around on his own.

But you did not expect him to feel it necessary to publicly punish you in the way that he did. He had come to you, explaining that in those two weeks of avoiding you, he managed to get all his data back, but had also been working on some new tech and wanted to showcase them to the rest of the dorm. And he wanted you to assist him in it. It was only fair after what you did, so you agreed. What you failed to realize is that his “tech” was actually a fuck machine that you would be testing, right in front of everyone. Well, all except his brother. When you’re being punished, Idia orders his little brother to avoid you and the area you’re located at. It’s labeled a Not Safe for Ortho zone until further notice.

You were positioned on a platform-like stage in the center of the room, Ignihyde students surrounding you at a distance. Your nude body was strapped down to where your front was laying on a padded surface, arms and legs restrained, unable to move. You were blindedfolded and had on a pair of noise cancelling headphones. A ring gag was also placed in your mouth to keep it wide open, drool already pooling at the corners. The final touch was your dick being snuggly hooked up to what looked like a pump of some kind. Despite not being able to see or hear anything, you could just feel all the quiet, leering eyes of the dorm’s students burning into your skin. Your embarrassment was rising on your cheeks when you finally felt the presence of something prodding at both your ass and mouth.

The dildos started off slowly, allowing you to adjust to being so stuffed, before slowly picking up the pace. The pump followed soon after and began to pump your cock. Before long you were being simultaneously pounded roughly and being milked for your cum, sticky walls clenching and spasming at the overstimulation and mouth gagging from the deep throating. You were moaning and whining uncontrollably, your senses hyperfocused on the intense pleasure your body was feeling. Your body shuttered and clenched as orgasm after painful orgasm wreaked havoc on your body. It was all so overwhelming and humiliating. You don’t know how long it had been, but by the time the dildos and pump stopped abusing your poor, fatigued body, you were drenched in sweat. You were left panting and exhausted, drool dripping from your mouth and onto the floor.

Once the others dissipated and left the area, you were free to relax and rest for a bit. You were then released and allowed to go clean yourself up, being told to meet Idia back in his room once you were all finished up. Confused, you did what you were told, wondering why he summoned you back to his room. Wasn’t your punishment over? Embarrassed and red faced, he shakily handed over what looks to be an Ignihyde-themed dress and cat ears with a matching butt plug cat tail. It wasn’t until you noticed the tent in his pants that you realized he wanted you to give him a private show. Well, better get to work if you wanted to get this punishment over with already.

Diasomnia

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage (via stocks), Spanking, Handjob, Blowjob

You still don’t know exactly what you did wrong or why you were currently in this predicament. This predicament being you, with your head and hands trapped in one of those old pillories, standing before the whole Diasomnia dorm. Your confusion increased when Silver and Sebek was ordered over to remove your clothes, leaving you bare and face flushed, in front of everyone. You would have closed your legs to cover some of your dignity if it not for the spread bar attached to them. It wasn’t until Malleus finally showed up and sat a few feet away that the show really began.

The vice dorm leader, Lilia, nonchalantly strolled over to you, stopping so he was standing behind you, just out of eyeshot. You couldn’t see his expression, let alone the object in his hands, but you could hear the smirk in his voice when he asked oh-so sweetly, “Ready little one?~” You gulped nervously, nodding in response as there was nothing else you could really do. This was your trial, after all, and you were found guilty, so might as well just take your sentence. You made eye contact with Malleus when the first strike it, making you loudly yelp in shock and pain.

That object in the fae’s hands was a paddle that he was now using to abuse your defenseless bottom. Your cheeks stung as the wooden surface made contact with supple skin. You weren’t able to see the licks coming, each one more painful and unexpected than the last. You tried to take it and keep a level head, but the feeling of the whole dorm’s stares just boring into you caused your face to become red in shame. The red shade was beginning to match as both sets of cheeks darkened with every passing second. A few yelps and whines escaped your lips, unable to tolerate the pain that was slowly turning to pleasure any longer.

You refused to meet the dragon fae’s eyes, too embarrassed, so your eyes flickered around in a weak attempt to distract yourself. But the gazes and tightening pants of everyone around you made it impossible to focus on anything but the burning pain delt to your poor ass. You managed to catch sight of Sebek and Silver in the crowd, standing at alert like everyone else, and just like everyone else, their pants also showcased noticeable tents in them. You turned away soon after, glassy eyes now shedding salty, hot tears as you settled on gazing at the ground in front of you. You didn’t even notice you were now moaning for everyone to hear.

Lilia stopped his assault on your now sore ass and chuckled. He easily wrapped his hand around your cock, teasing and pumping it as he cooed over how much you were enjoying this and how much you’re leaking. You whined in embarrassment, but stopped short when you felt a looming presence right in front of you. You slowly lifted your tear-stained face up to see Malleus grinning down at you. He gently took your cheek into his hand, gloved finger wiping away some tears. Your punishment could be over, so long as you properly apologized to your prince. Your gaze fell down to the dark, hard cock that you were to make amends with. You licked your dry lips before obediently placing your warm mouth over the head, sucking and licking at the tip. He hummed in satisfaction as you began to bob your mouth onto his cock, begging for his forgiveness in front of everyone.

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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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May i request nsfw hcs for heartslabyul iniciating like the ones you did for savanaclaw? With sub male reader or gn (to include everyone) please 🥺

Since these will be more about the guy's approaches than the reader's response, I decided to leave the reader as gender-neutral as possible. Hope that's alright!

Original post here!

NSFW Below the cut!

Oh my poor, painfully repressed Riddle. He has a lot of ingrained shame and guilt he has to get over before even being remotely comfortable being intimate with you. And even then, he's terribly awkward about initiating anything at all. He worries about being too needy, too much, and is rarely able to get the actual words out without dancing around his intent. Hope you're good at reading his expressions!

"I would- I would like, If you are available, of course, for us to perhaps... have some time to ourselves this evening? Only should your schedule permit, mind you. Though I would certainly... Enjoy it."

Trey is Mr. Smooth Operator compared to his childhood friend Riddle. If you're together he's already gotten long past the point of feeling comfortable flirting with and teasing you, and is willing to do it obviously and often. He likes to rope you into baking with him just so he can tuck his chin into your shoulder, rest his hands on your hips and blow on your ear to watch you shiver.

"Hmm?" He'll chuckle, acting oh-so-unaware of the effect he has on you. "Oh, I'm being distracting? Maybe you just have something else in mind you'd rather be doing, don't you?"

If it weren't for Ace being a member of Heartslabyul, Cater would be the most painfully obvious about his desire for you in the entire house. For someone who's mastered the art of concealing his true emotions, he sure isn't keeping any of them on the inside with his dirty texts and teasing remarks.

"Babyyyyy, you sure you have to head home tonight? We could always head to my place, watch a movie... Maybe get up to a little something-something?" He positively beams when you snort out a laugh, covering your face so he can't see how much he amuses you with his stupid come-ons and his eyebrow waggling.

100% Horny, 0% Tact. If Ace wants your touch, your mouth, your attention, you're gonna know about it. He has little to no shame about this kind of thing, and frankly he doesn't see why he should if the two of you are partners. He's also very handsy, so get used to getting felt up quite a bit.

"C'mooooon! You've been working on that all day!" He'll whine as he wraps his arms around your waist and barrels the two of you into the mattress with a cheeky grin. "What, you want me to beg for it? What if I make it real simple. You, me, we fuck now? Hm?"

Equal amount of horny as Ace, slightly more embarrassment about it. He wants you and he knows he wants you , and you probably already know he wants you too judging by just how wound-up he is. But every time he tries to steer things suavely in the right direction he feels like he's gonna choke on his own tongue. He'll usually end up hovering needily around you, being clingy and touchy without ever being able to properly use his words.

"Ah! S-Sorry!" He didn't even realize his hands were wandering further and further up your shirt while cuddling until you let out a soft chuckle, his fingers leaving ticklish trails along your sides. He's red up to the tips of his ears, but his hands don't retreat right away, not yet. "I'll stop! If, uh, if you want me to, I mean. Unless you don't want me to, then... Then I won't."

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malleleothreesome · 4 months

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Prompt Requests are open until Jan 2nd!

I am off of work for 12 days—Dec 22nd through Jan 2nd.

So, to celebrate, I'm opening requests in my ask box based on the prompts below. The goal is to see how many I can complete during my 12 day vacation!

I am branching out—you can request any TWST character.

For characters I am less familiar with, bestie @wysteriadelights will be helping me brainstorm and ensure my interpretation of the character is accurate.

Request Format: 1 character per ask but you can submit multiple asks. You can ask for multiple prompts if it makes sense to combine them. In your ask, please give me the prompt name or number + the character you want. Please specify if the prompt is for reader or the character. Ex: [Character] spanking [reader] or "You're cute when you're angry." [Character] says to [reader]. If reader's genitals are relevant to the prompt, please say whether you want afab or amab reader. Feel free to say as much or as little about the prompt as you want. If you expand upon the prompt, I'll follow your idea.

If reader's genitals aren't relevant (fluff request or smut request focusing on character's pleasure), I will make it gender neutral reader/genitals. If reader's genitals are relevant, I'll default to afab unless otherwise specified.

Disclaimer: I can't guarantee I will fulfill your request. I'll just be choosing whichever submissions spark inspiration.

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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((So you know the meme of the person who’s broke their neck while eating their girlfriend out))

Y/n: *laying in the hospital bed with cater*

Cater: *posting pictures of them cuddled*

Trey and riddle: what happened?!

Ace: can I have your pudding cup?

Cater: Y/n broke me sitting on my face.

Y/n: *blushing and giggling*

Cater: and no it’s my pudding cup!

#cater diamond x reader #cater diamond smut #cater diamond #twst cater #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #ace trappola #ace twst #trey clover #twst trey #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #incorrect twst #twst incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twisted wonderland smut

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tswhiisftteedr · 4 months

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

♡ Heartslabyul ♡

A dorm based on the Queen of Hearts' spirit of strictness. Twisted from Alice in Wonderland.

Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond

Total Works: N/A

🐾 Savanaclaw 🐾

A dorm based on the King of Beasts' spirit of persistence. Twisted from The Lion King.

Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl

Total Works: 1

𓇼 Octavinelle 𓇼

A dorm based on the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence. Twisted from The Little Mermaid.

Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

Total Works: N/A

⚚ Scarabia ⚚

A dorm based on the Sorcerer of the Sands' spirit of mindfulness. Twisted from Aladdin.

Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper

Total Works: N/A

 Pomefiore 

A dorm based on the Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity. Twisted from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier

Total Works: 2

��︎︎ Ignihyde ☠︎︎

A dorm based on the King of the Underworld's spirit of diligence. Twisted from Hercules.

Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud

Total Works: 2

𓆰𓆪 Diasomnia 𓆰𓆪

A dorm based on the Thorn Fairy's spirit of nobility. Twisted from Sleeping Beauty.

Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver

Total Works: N/A

ᝰ NCR Staff ᝰ

Educators of a prestigious four-year arcane academy. Its doors are only open to students deemed to possess magical aptitude as determined by a magical artifact called the Dark Mirror.

Divius Crewel, Ashton Vagras, Sam, Dire Crowley

Total Works: 2

𖡎 RSA Students 𖡎

Students of the Royal Seord Acedemy, an academy considered one of the two powerhouse schools in the world of Twisted Wonderland along with Night Raven College. It's NRC's rival school and has beaten them in Spelldrive tournaments for 99 years straight.

Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker(Che’nya), Neige Leblanche

Total Works: 2

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tettatonin · 2 years

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AND TO HEAVEN AGAIN (REUPLOAD) ︰ kuramochi , jun , tetsu , ryousuke

⠀⠀⠀⠀— more kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. KURAMOCHI: squirting, overstimulation. JUN: quickie, oral (f receiving). TETSU: breeding, daddy kink, cervix kissing. RYOUSUKE: pussy job, fingering, cum play.

notes: part 2 to my previous daiya post but this time w the 4th years <33 chris was also in the og post but i wanted to make his part longer so that'll be another thing in the future

KURAMOCHI YOUICHI

+ SQUIRTING. BACK SHOTS. ever since he found out about squirting, youichi's been pent up on making you cum hard enough to do it. and now when both of you have an ample amount of time for yourselves, he takes his time with you, making you cum all over the sheets just before he flips you over and pounds your from behind. he just loves how he can slide so easily into you, being able to bottom out without prep and watching the ripple of your ass with every thrust.

"youichi, fuck— not so hard." you whine, your thighs trembling while he fingers you harshly, making sure to bully that velvety spot in you.

"come on, pretty. 'm not gonna stop 'til i get what i want." he replies.

"'s too much, youichi." you pant, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel your climax build up all over again, only this time much worse. "wait, stop— gonna- gonna make a mess."

youichi fixes himself, propping himself up higher to watch the way your thighs tremble and shake the closer you get to your climax.

"let go, 's okay." he assures, brushing a bit of hair out of your face before giving you a kiss. "don't worry 'bout it, 'kay? cum for me, wanna see you cum like that all over me."

your head dips back into the pillow, your mouth parting into a silent scream as you gush all over his hand. he watches with a satisfied expression across his face, peppering your cheeks with kisses until he reaches your lips.

"fuck, that was hot." he mutters against your lips before sloppily kissing you in your afterglow, fingers curling gently inside you to help ride out your high before pulling out.

you rest your arm over your eyes. as you catch your breath you feel the weight of the bed shift. peeking under your forearm, you watch your boyfriend stroke himself between your legs.

you're about to protest but he grabs a hold of your hips, lazily flipping you over onto your stomach and kneeling between your thighs. he leans over to kiss along your shoulders and back, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass before pulling it up by your hips.

"one more for me." he whispers, lining the tip of his cock to your entrance.

you bury your face in the sheets as he enters, the both of you gasping at the feeling.

"shit, that's good." he sighs, hands planted on your ass cheeks as he maintains a steady rhythm.

your breathless moans and whines were muffled in the sheets while youichi's grunts and groans bounced off the bedroom walls. he props himself up on one leg, angling himself to thrust into you deeper until he came just the way he wanted to.

ISASHIKI JUN

+ QUICKIES. ORAL. jun likes the idea of messing you up right before you have somewhere to be. whether you're already in the parking lot or just about to walk out the door, he'll bunch your skirt up to your waist and push your panties aside like muscle memory. he could care less if he's taken care of, you have somewhere important to be and he just wanted to calm your nerves with his face in his favorite place; between your legs.

"jun, wait." you protest, pulling away from the kiss he trapped you in when your back hit the door. "right now? seriously? i'm gonna be late."

"late? your shit's not until one, its still noon." he replies between kisses, attacking your neck while teasingly lifting your skirt between his thumb and forefinger. "besides, i'm drivin' you. i'll be damned if you're late."

he palms at your sex, the heel of his hand grinding on your clit while his middle finger teases your hole through the fabric of your panties. a pleasured sigh escapes you, moving your hips for some more friction.

"make it quick." you mutter, quickly pulling your skirt up higher past your hips. jun lowers himself, letting out a low whistle at the thigh highs held up by the suspenders of your garter belt.

"run out of pantyhose, babe?" he comments with a cocky grin across his face. "don't see ya wear stockings too often."

you lean against the door, body tensing up when you feel his stubble brush against your inner thighs. he pushes your panties aside, wasting no time and popping two fingers into his mouth before pushing them into you. letting out a satisfied hum at how tight you are, your walls sucking him in as he pumps them slowly.

"gotta relax for me. don'tcha got an interview later? can't talk to those people tense, y'know?" he lifts your leg up from under your knee, letting it rest on his shoulder to move his face deeper between your thighs.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking on it while his fingers curl to your sweet spot, waiting for you to relax. he groans when he gets a taste of you. the flavor was nothing new, but it made his cock throb every time it touched his tongue. his free hand reaches down, undoing the zipper of his pants to slowly pump at his length.

as you relax, his pace quickens. tongue and fingers working to like clockwork to make you cum, matching the pace with his other hand to keep up with you.

"there, jun, right there." you whine, dipping your head back when your stomach tightens at the feeling.

you rest your hand on his head when he pulls away for air. your fingers lace through his hair to gently push him closer again, the worry of being late making you urge him to go harder.

jun furrows his brows at your push, pumping his fingers in and out of you with all his energy while his tongue flicks at your clit. the grip he had on his dick tightens, trying to mimic the way your walls close around him the closer you get to release.

"fuck, fuck, g'nna cum—" your mouth parts in a silent scream as you do, thighs twitching around his head as he pulls away. wetness covers him from his mouth to his chin as he pants out curses, spilling all over his own hand to the sight of your swollen clit and dripping cunt.

YUUKI TETSUYA

+ BREEDING. DADDY KINK. tetsu never really thought he had any kinks to begin with, considering himself pretty vanilla other than his favorable habit of cumming inside way more than he should. you let the nickname slip once, it was unintentional but everyday after that he'd get hard thinking about it. the word now replacing his name whenever you share an intimate moment, the chant of it having a euphoric effect on him. so much so he just can't help filling you up each time.

tetsu's thrusts were hard, a kiss to your cervix almost every time. one of his hands was secured to the the headboard, his veins popping and his knuckles turning white. the wood of the headboard’s nearly about to give in from how much its banging against the wall.

"you feel so good." he mutters, gazing down at you with low lidded eyes.

"daddy... wanna cum." you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening.

his free hand comes too caress your cheek, his thumb parting your lips and hooking into your mouth, letting your moans and cries free.

"louder," he commands, picking up the pace. "show me how much you wanna cum."

the headboard's beat against the wall matches the snap of his hips to yours, the complaints from your neighbors are already flashing in your head but tetsu doesn't seem to care. he's blocking it all out until he got what he wanted.

your arms were hooked under his, nails pressing crescents into his shoulders and slowly raking down his back the tighter the band in your stomach got. chants of 'daddy' and 'so good' filled the room until it snapped, your legs wrapping tight around his waist.

he lets out a strained groan, moving his hips slower to let you ride out your high before turning to quick shallow thrusts, chasing after his high while your walls spasm around him.

"don't— don't spill a drop." he pants.

when the band in his stomach snaps he using the last of his energy to press the tip as close as he can to your cervix, cum hot and thick inside you as he finishes.

tetsu's breath shakes as he comes down from his high, kissing up your neck until he meets your lips in a passionate kiss. his tense arms relaxing as he lays on his side, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

KOMINATO RYOUSUKE

+ PUSSY JOBS. CUM PLAY. ryou loves you, you think so at least. he's kissing you and holding your hand out in public but behind the closed doors of your bedroom, he'll deny you of the simplest requests. he'll touch your body with so much want but never go all the way, rubbing his cock between your folds like a punishment until he's cumming, spreading it all over you right after.

your hands were planted on the wall, nails looking for something to dig into while your head hung between your shoulders and your thighs pressed together, ryou's cock sliding between them and your folds. his chest flush against your back with his hands gripped at your hips, controlling the push and pull of them.

he tucks a bit of hair behind your ear to whisper lowly into it. "y'know i love you, baby," he says. the same hand grabs at your forearm, pulling it away from your desperate attempt to get off and stretching as far as it can go to keep it from struggling. "but you're gonna have to wait a bit."

you shake your head, looking back with pleading eyes as impatience burns in your gut and you push your ass back on him with a whispered 'please', hoping he'd take the hint.

"hey, hey," ryou sneers, pausing his movement and pressing his body up against you in return.

your tits flatten up against the wall and your forearm presses into your back. "don't be so impatient, sweetheart. just keep drippin' all over my cock like that ‘n—" he pauses, panting hot breath on your ear as he mutters a curse when his sensitivity heightens. "shit, 'm close."

"ryou, please. do it inside at least." you plead, but of course he doesn't listen.

his pace builds up and at the stutter of his hips, he pulls back for release. cock resting between your ass cheeks as he cums pools onto your lower back with a strained groan, milking the remains while his forehead rests on your shoulder.

when he comes down from his high, ryou backs up onto the bed with a dry laugh, pushing his hair back before pulling you onto his lap by your hips.

"sorry," he mutters with a sly smile, pressing kisses onto your shoulder like an apology. "pussy's just too good."

two fingers scoop into the pool of cum on your lower back before you rest against his chest. with his free hand he parts your thighs, the other following suit as you watch him rub cum covered fingers along your pussy.

"you wanted it inside, right?" he asks, already pushing his fingers into you and pumping at a steady pace. "should've fucked you instead if i knew you were this tight." he jokes when your walls tighten, and maybe he would've if he had the energy for it.

his fingers alternates between dipping into you and gathering more of your slick, spreading the mixture all over you. he peers over your shoulder, watching himself draw circles onto your clit with hungry eyes. you can feel his cock twitch behind your back, undoubtedly getting hard again.

"messy," he murmurs with a smirk, curling his fingers up to your sweet spot. "so fuckin' messy."

ryou's stomach tightens at your moans, muttering sweet nothings and quickening his pace to get you closer to your release.

"fuck, fuck! ryou, cumming— 'm cumming," your back arches off him, hips rocking into his hand to ride out your high.

when he pulls out of you, a mix of your wetness and his cum coats his fingers. the mixture webbing between his fingers and he sighs at the sight, bringing his hand to your mouth for your lips to case around them obediently, sucking with fervor.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya @harusick @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12

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littlemissayu · 9 months

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Heartsabyul Masterlist

Yandere - 🔪

NSFW- 💋

Fluff- ☀

Angst- 🌧

Dorm:

Heartsabyul Boys as Dads!! | ft.Savanaclaw | ☀

How they show their affection and devotion | ft. other Night Raven students | ☀

You wake up your bf at 3am bc your hungry | ☀

When you go missing | Halloween Event 🔪 (ft.Floyd Leech)

Poly w/reader and Floyd Leech | ☀

It's the little things; what he loves most about you | ft. other dormleaders | ☀

Riddle w/ God!Reader | ft. other Dorm Leaders | ~Coming Soon!!~

Poly w/Reader and Riddle Rosehearts | ~Coming Soon!!~

You Spoke!!, his kids first word | ft.3rd years(-M.D & L.V) | ☀

"Miss Me Darilng?" 🔪🌧️

~Nothing Yet~

#yandere #ace trapolla #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #fluff #angst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #smut

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blusherbaker · 3 months

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Some extra thoughts about the Heartslabyul boys' kinks

Minors/ageless blogs DNI; all characters are 18+ for these scenarios

A few more ideas I had, expanding on this post of mine

Warnings: Smut, 2nd person and 3rd person neutral pronouns, discussion/mention of multiple kinks of different varieties, including those related to D/s dynamics, breeding, dumbification, etc.

Riddle loves being bitten, especially on his thighs. He'd be upset if he was left with any marks in a visible place, but he's not against having bite marks in areas that could be easily covered.

There's a chance that - unlike Cater - Ace is into forced feminization, mostly from the perspective of being under his partner's control, dictating what he is allowed to be called, do, wear, etc. He also enjoys the aspect of being praised for it when he (eventually) complies.

Deuce really enjoys holding his partner's hands in place. He usually does it in quite a romantic manner, interlacing his fingers with yours while keeping your hands just where he wants them. He also likes pinning you down with his own weight. It's never aggressive, and never painful at all... just gentle and sweet, but still surprisingly intense.

Trey's breeding kink is NOT connected to a desire to actually impregnate somebody. In my eyes, Trey isn't actually interested in having children at all (most of the time I HC characters as not wanting children, but that's mostly because that's what I'm like), he just really wants to fill up his partner, no matter their sex. And in multiple ways considering his stuffing kink too!

And I do really think Trey may be into being called “Daddy”. He wouldn't be really into titles (try calling him something like "Master" and he'll be pretty put-off), but Daddy is one he might actually enjoy. Quite a lot, actually!

There are a few who enjoy orgasm control, of different forms. I have a feeling that they all like all possible aspects of it, though Ace and Trey prefer edging, while Cater prefers forced orgasms.

I also want to expand a bit on Cater's dumbification kink. The draw for it comes from a similar place to why he likes overstimulation - it lets him completely shut off his brain for a short time. Just tell him things like, "It's alright, Cay... you don't need to think. You just need to listen to what I say, ", and he'll be a very happy boy ♥︎

I'd love to hear your thoughts / opinions on this, or anything in the original post ^v^

#mdni #twst headcanons #heartslabyul #twst smut #riddle rosehearts smut #ace trappola smut #deuce spade smut #trey clover smut #cater diamond smut #x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #twst thoughts #blusher's original ♥︎#I'm partway through working on the Savanaclaw part - it should be out tomorrow or the next day!

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no1frogfan · 1 year

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Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz

bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond smut #daiya no ace smut #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya smut #miyuki smut #froggy scribbles

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sinfullyrosey · 2 years

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How the Dorms Punish You

Various Dorms X Fem!Reader

All characters are 18+

Heartslabyul

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Gagged, Gang Bang, Oral, Rimming, Photography/Video Recording

You’re stripped completely bare, lying on your back with arms tied behind you and legs tied so that you were in the mating press position. A bright red ball gag is stuffed in your mouth in a mock apple visual, and your pussy is on full display to the hungry eyes of the dorm. Trey was sure to properly prepare you beforehand, stimulating you so that your pussy was nice and wet and your nipples were perked and ready. You were moved so as to allow easier access.

As Dorm Head, Riddle got first taste, making his way over and carefully licking a single strand up and along your slit, making you squeal against your gag. You could feel your lower lips start to flutter in response to the sudden sensation. He continued to lavish your sensitive bits in licks and sucks, paying special attention to the spots that drove you wild. Before long, you’re cumming on his tongue as creamy slick shot out of you. He lapped up every drop, enjoying the unique, sweet flavor. But this was only the beginning as the red head licked his lips of the residue and nodded in approval.

Ace and Deuce double teamed you, one occupying your ass while the other occupied your cunt. They were both inexperienced but eager, humming their satisfaction over your taste. The vibrations sending shock waves straight to your core, as your leaking walls tightened with another orgasm erupting your senses. All of this was being recorded by Cater, who simply sat back and waited for his own turn, enjoying the show and picking out the best pictures. Only those within the dorm would be allowed to see them, of course, as a little memento.

Savanaclaw

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Reader is Hunted Down, Biting, Oral, Gang Bang, Creampie

So now here you were, naked and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you heard the taunting laughs and howls of men all around you; men who wanted nothing more than to tear into you and devour you like the little prey that you were. Some had managed to catch up to you and got in a few bites and scratches on you, groping at your plump skin and chest, and rubbing at your sopping wet folds. You’d manage to slip away, or maybe they let you escape like some game of cat and mouse, leading to another chase to ensue. It all eventually came to ahead though when a whole group led by Ruggie managed to finally tackle you to the ground and restrain you in place.

But before Leona has his fun, he orders Jack to prepare you before sinking his own cock into you, wanting to teach the new pup how things work around here. Jack was hesitant, the only one unsure of all of this, but the moment you invitedly opened your legs up wider and he got a whiff of your sweet scent, he was a goner. His mouth was on you in seconds, licking at your slick folds and roughly lapping at your swollen, red clit. You moaned out loud, throwing your head back, and body arched in ecstasy. The others watched as he brought you to orgasm, wishing it was them who was making you feel so good.

Octavinelle

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Bondage, Biting, Anal or Vaginal Sex (could be viewed either way)

You aren’t able to write down orders, forced to try and memorize everything, while knowing everyone is staring at you fall apart from the pleasure and stress. You bring out orders using a serving tray that’s secured to your waist and held by a string attached to your choker. Your breasts occasionally get in the way, adding to the already difficultness of balancing the expensive drinks. You haven’t dropped anything yet, afraid of what the Dorm Leader would do if he found out you broke one of the glasses and ruined a customer’s experience.

The twins are each given a remote to torment you with, constantly changing the vibrator’s setting throughout your shifts. You’re desperately trying to keep your knees from buckling as another orgasm wracks through your body and you struggle to balance the dishes you’re taking over to a booth. You bite your lip in a pathetic attempt to keep your moans and whimpers to yourself, but everybody already knows. You put on your best customer smile and power through it. After all, nobody but the those in the dorm are allowed to touch.

What would have been a relief turns out not to be so as both twins further mess with you, flustering you more. Floyd constantly is touching you whenever you stop by the kitchen to relay or pick up orders. His hands groping at your behind and chest, sometimes grabbing you by your sides and spinning you around to watch you almost tumble. He even at one point suddenly picked you up and set you on the counter so he could leave little “love bites” on your neck and shoulders, before sending you on your merry way to show off to all the customers. Jade is no better, constantly sneaking teasing words into your ear whenever he passed by. He’d leave feathery touches on your most sensitive bits, making you shiver, as he promised to ravish you later. The cheeky eel even had the nerve to comment on how much of a mess you were making with your slick pooling between your legs and all over the floor.

The shift is over and everybody is closing up for the day. You’re relieved and ready to finally be rid of the embarrassing outfit and to have access to your hands again. But it was only short lived as the twins, instead of unbinding you, led you to Azul’s office. You’re confused and worried you had done something wrong. You didn’t break anything and none of the customers complained to your knowledge, so why are you being summoned to the boss’s vip room??? It isn’t until you’re sitting on the very boss’s lap, straddling him, as you gazed up at the smug look he was giving you, one hand on your hip and the other tauntingly waving his own remote back and forth. You ended up bouncing on his dick the whole time Azul went over the week’s earnings.

Scarabia

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Hypnosis, Piercings (nipples and clit), Stripping, Hotdogging, Anal, Group Masturbation

It surely was a party in Scarabia as the music was blaring, students were stuffing their faces with delicious food, and everyone was just having a grand ‘ol time. Though one member seemed to be absent from the festivities and the dorm leader was a bit worried. He didn’t want to be too harsh on you and had even begged Jamil to go easy on you. It’s sad to think Jamil had you excluded over some minor mistake. But the vice dorm head reassured the heir and gave a rare smirk after gesturing to two other students who wondered off at the vice’s signal. Kalim was confused at first when the lights were suddenly dimmed and the music faded into something more quiet and alluring…

A giant figure that had gone unnoticed till now was moved to the center of the room and had the sheet covering it removed to reveal… you! Ruby eyes widened at the figure of you sitting in a golden bird cage, clad in a revealing, scarlet outfit, similar to the ones women back at home would wear when they preformed for his family. But this one seemed more, skimpy and eye catching. You were decorated in intricate, golden bracelets on your wrists and ankles, and a matching collar around your neck with a chain connected to it. You stood up, turning to face the crowd that had now started to gather and sit to marvel at you as you slowly began to dance. Your movements were also those of home, beautiful and artistic, yet seductive and sensual. Your hips rolled and swayed as you danced your song in your false prison, glazed over eyes staring emptily at the group of males.

By now, pants were tightening as you started to slowly remove your top and headdress, hips still swaying to the rhythm. The dorm leader’s eyes further widened as he saw more supple skin of yours start to show as you pealed off your pants. Now everyone could see the thin, gold chain piercings clamped to your nipples and groin, along with the slick dripping from said groin. Jamil gestured again and a student opened the cage door for you to slowly make your way out, still dancing as the heat picked up in the party hall. You made your way over to Kalim, making yourself comfortable on his lap. Now up close and seeing your makeup-painted face, he could see the familiar hypnotized eyes of you staring at him. The vice dorm head shrugged it off when Kalim made a stink, saying that it was only to calm your nerves and released you from his magic.

Kalim sighed in satisfaction and made to move you out of his lap and into his friend’s. Jamil was surprised and tried denying the request, but the two of you managed to convince him to loosen up for once and let you sit in his now bare lap. He pulled down his hoodie in embarrassment as you gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You chuckled as you rubbed your ass against his hardening dick before easily slipping it inside. He hissed at the sensation and blearily gazed up at you, rocking his hips up into your clamping walls. You truly were the Diamond of the Scarabia Dorm.

Pomefiore

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Collar and Leash, Spanking, Oral, Fingering

Misbehaving and not following routine was not permitted in the Pomefiore Dorm. Doing so would illicit swift punishment to whoever was caught not following their skin routine or not following the dorm head’s rule. And you being Vil’s sweet potato did not exclude you from such harsh punishments, but you sure wish it had, given your current position. After having failed your basic posture test, and Vil finding out you hadn’t even been practicing, instead sneaking out to go cause mischief with your friends, the queen only found it necessary to give you “private” lessons himself.

So, here you were, arms strapped in a leather, arm binder behind your back and matching thigh high, heeled boots. A butt plug was shoved up into you and vibrator bullet strapped to your clit. To make matters worse, you were made to wear a collar, a leash attached and guided along by the dorm leader himself as he made his way around the dorm, you in tow. A stack of books was atop your head, meant to keep your back straight and balanced as you followed Vil through the halls. It was absolutely humiliating to see the other Pomefiore students watch the compromising scene, understanding full well why you’re being punishment. Your face burned as the others had full display of your chest and leaking cunt, none showing a single glimpse of sympathy. The only one who looked on with any sort of pity was Epel, who could only offer a smile of apology.

He allowed Rook to pamper you by finally bringing you to orgasm. The eccentric man’s tongue was experienced as he worked his way through your folds and fingered you, massaging that special bundle of nerves deep inside you. You whimpered, cumming all over the vice dorm leader’s mouth, as everyone watched on (some of which in mild jealousy). Your legs were shaking as you panted, eyes hazy in bliss, while the blond cleaned up your mess. Vil told Rook to pick you up and take you back to his dorm room since you were unable to walk.

Rook did so and placed you gently on the bed, but did not remove the binder like you thought he would. Instead, he bent you over Vil’s bed and used the leash to keep you in said position. You shakily asked why he did that, but was answered with him bidding you farewell and Vil walking into the room with a paddle. Guess Vil also found out about you sneaking those cupcakes in with Epel the other night... Later, after the punishment was over and Vil had cleaned you up, you were now alone with your partner in crime as he apologized about you getting punished and not him. His face was red like the apples from his farm, as he nervously said he wanted to make it up to you. You didn’t understand at first until he reached down to palm at your groin and began softly kissing you.

Ignihyde

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage, Blindfold, Ring Gag, Fuck Machine, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation

You were positioned on a platform-like stage in the center of the room, Ignihyde students surrounding you at a distance. Your nude body was strapped down to where your front was laying on a padded surface, arms and legs restrained, unable to move. You were blindedfolded and had on a pair of noise cancelling headphones. A ring gag was also placed in your mouth to keep it wide open, drool already pooling at the corners. Despite not being able to see or hear anything, you could just feel all the quiet, leering eyes of the dorm’s students burning into your skin. Your embarrassment was rising on your cheeks when you finally felt the presence of something prodding at both your lower holes and mouth.

The dildos started off slowly, allowing you to adjust to being so stuffed, before slowly picking up the pace. Before long you were being simultaneously pounded roughly in all of your holes, sticky walls clenching and spasming at the overstimulation and mouth gagging from the deep throating. You were moaning and whining uncontrollably, your senses hyperfocused on the intense pleasure your body was feeling. Your body shuttered and clenched as orgasm after painful orgasm wreaked havoc on your body. It was all so overwhelming and humiliating. You don’t know how long it had been, but by the time the dildos stopped abusing your poor, fatigued body, you were drenched in sweat and your own slick. You were left panting and exhausted, drool dripping from your mouth and onto the floor.

Diasomnia

Warnings: Sexual Punishment, Public Humiliation, Bondage (via stocks), Spanking, Fingering, Blowjob

Lilia stopped his assault on your now sore ass and chuckled. He easily slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your wet cunt, cooing at how much you were enjoying this and how much you’re leaking. You whined in embarrassment, but stopped short when you felt a looming presence right in front of you. You slowly lifted your tear-stained face up to see Malleus grinning down at you. He gently took your cheek into his hand, gloved finger wiping away some tears. Your punishment could be over, so long as you properly apologized to your prince. Your gaze fell down to the dark, hard cock that you were to make amends with. You licked your dry lips before obediently placing your warm mouth over the head, sucking and licking at the tip. He hummed in satisfaction as you began to bob your mouth onto his cock, begging for his forgiveness in front of everyone.

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boohaitani · 11 months

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my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

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koushuwu · 1 year

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» it’s you, and it’s him — kuramochi youichi x reader *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 6,1k words | your best friend will do just about anything to help you, when katsuyuki breaks your hearts. even if it hurts to please you, when he knows you’ll never reciprocate his feelings. or will you?

tags: afab!reader, pet names (specifically; bug.), emotional porn, implied friends to lovers, seemingly unrequited love, childhood friends, light angst, hurt/comfort, vanilla sex, praise, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation mention, unprotected sex.

the first thing youichi heard when he picked up the phone was a poorly concealed sniffle followed by a shaky breath. “bug? what’s wrong?” it’s late. he’d been laying around on his bed and throwing ball with himself for a while, not really ready to hit the racks just yet when his phone buzzed beside him. the familiar pet name he liked to use for you, lighting up the screen with a little bug-emoji next to it. you’d asked him to remove it more than once, and every time he’d laughed it off. the moment he heard, he sat up on the edge of his bed, ball dropping to the floor and rolling underneath the bed. not that he noticed though, when another hiccup carried through the speaker, before you could hide it.

“it’s nothing,” you lied. you blatantly lied and youichi knew. of course he did. because it was you, and it was him. how could he not know? that, and the fact that you were a horrible liar to begin with. but right now you did, and if the alarm bells weren’t already ringing in youichi’s ears, they were now, flashing red lights and all.

“liar.” he called you out. of course he did. because it was you, and it was him. you didn’t lie to each other. not anymore. hadn’t done since you were kids. “what happened?” he pressed.

“it’s over.” your words were thick and youichi couldn’t help but noticed the way it sounded like the words were choking you on the way out. you were crying, and his heart shriveled at the thought. you were crying. he didn’t say anything just yet, waiting for you to continue, which you did, after swallowing audibly on the other end of the line. “katsu. it’s over.”

katsuyuki. of course. youichi never liked katsuyuki. of course he didn’t, because when the two met for the first time, their teams were rivals, and katsuyuki was such a pain in the ass to play against. he never liked katsuyuki. but it only got worse when the two of you started dating. and now. well hate is a strong word, but youichi might very well be inclined to use that specific word for what he was feeling towards katsuyuki in that moment.

“what?” youichi’s voice was so thin when he spoke, he hardly recognized it himself. “i thought you liked him?”

“i do. i did. i think,” there it was, the little quiver in your voice that he hadn’t heard since the two of you were much younger. that little quiver that threatened to shatter his heart entirely.

“where are you?” youichi asked, voice shaking a little, even as he tried to hide it.

“home.”

“i’m coming over.” he’d already gotten up, rummaging around and pulling out on the first pair of sweats he came across. he heard another sniffle on your end. thick and heavy, the exact picture of the feeling weighing down at the pit of youichi’s stomach.

“no,” you objected, but there was no real fire behind it. “mochi, it’s late.” youichi’s heart felt like it might burst from the sound of your nickname for him, choking with tears. he never wanted to hear you say his name like that, ever again. even if he wasn’t the source for your crying. never again, he promised himself with his hand on the door handle.

“i’m coming over,” he repeated the words, firmer this time. “i’m already out the door. wait for me.”

the moment the two of you hung up, he set off into a sprint. he was fast and he knew it. it was one of few things he could really be proud of as a baseball player. his speed and his stamina. he could run, and he could keep running. not that he would need the stamina much right now, since thankfully you didn’t live that far away. but he ran. he ran as if it was the final play that would ensure a win in a baseball game. no. actually, he ran as though the most important thing in the world, depended on him running. which, in some sense, was true. because it was you, and it was him. so he ran. he ran until he reached the end of your street, and he kept running, until he reached your doorstep. and he sprinted, two steps at a time, up the stairs, until he abruptly stopped in front of your door and rapped his knuckles against the wood before even catching his breath. something that you didn’t give him the chance to do either, before the door creaked open, revealing your tearstained face.

“mochi.” and there it was. he’d promised himself that you would never utter his name again, like that, but– “you’re here.” the door slammed behind him, when he rushed into your apartment, pulling you into him, arms around your middle. you responded to him just as quickly, arms wrapping around his neck and your face burying in the crook of it.

“shh, it’s okay. it’s okay, i’m here.” youichi murmured the words against your hair, entirely enveloped in your scent, and you hiccup against him, shoulders shaking when a new wave of tears washed over you. “please, don’t cry. bug, you know i can’t stand it when you cry.”

of course you didn’t stop crying, just because he asked you not to. he knew you wouldn’t, because that’s not how these things works, but oh did he wish it was. for a while the two of you just stood there. youichi holding you close, firmly pressed against his chest. you, sobbing against him, burying your face deeper into his chest. he didn’t know when he did it, or why, but he realized how his hold on you had grown even tighter as he hummed against your hair, repeating again and again, that he’s there. that he’s got you. shushing you gently, and letting his fingers lightly dance over the fabric of your shirt where he held you. it wasn’t the first time youichi hugged you. far from it. you had been in his arms more times than he could count. you were best friends after all. he’d soothed your crying before, and each time it pained him just the same. he’d hugged you countless times. in greeting, in joy when his team won a match or you passed that exam you were sure you’d fail, and sometimes just because. he’d hugged you so many times, your frame felt so familiar in his arms. fit perfectly, as if you were actually made for him to hold. but you weren’t. you were so perfect, but not for him, so he squashed the thoughts firmly. you needed your best friend, and he was going to give you what you needed. whatever you needed. but even so, your scent engulfed him so wholly. your frame pressed to his. no matter how much he tried, it was impossible to completely shot down the reaction his body had to yours. but he tried. he really tried to force it down, but even then, it wasn’t enough. because it was you, and it was him.

youichi held you, until the initial surge of tears stilled. your sobbing quieted and your shaking frame grew still against him. and then he held you just a moment longer, and willing his body to relax. for the blood rushing south to seize its charge, and for the tingling under his skin to yield.

“come on,” youichi finally spoke up, starting to pull away and lead you further into the apartment. but he didn’t make it far before you placed a hand against his chest, hand curling into the fabric of his hoodie and held him back. youichi had to fight the initial jolt of electricity from your touch. then he looked at you, eyes locking on your red rimmed ones. “am i–” you started, and youichi waited. he waited because he knew that you would read his silence. the words of encouragement that he didn’t speak. youichi was known to be quite the loud-ass, and he was. he really was. but with you, things were different. with you, he didn’t always have to say the words he wanted to convey, because you would understand. just as you accepted his flaws, he would show you sides of him, that no one else saw. sides that no one else could see, because they belonged solely to you, and you alone. because even if he tried, those sides of him refused to show themselves to others. so he waited. and you took a breath. and then one more. “am i boring?”

“what?” it took him a second to really understand what you were asking and why. but then he did, and something started bubbling under his skin, something different entirely, than the excited tingling from just moments before. “did he tell you that?”

he saw the way you curled in on yourself at his words. in shame, maybe? you didn’t answer. at least not verbally. but he saw. he saw the little movement of your head. a nod. barely there, but a nod nonetheless, and youichi never hated katsuyuki more. there. he said it. or thought it, really. he hated shirakawa katsuyuki.

“bug–” never once did he think he ever spoke so softly. but you just looked so small right then, and it was ripping at his heart looking at you like this. “no. you’re not boring. of course not. now come, and tell me what happened.” this time, when he started towards the living room, you followed along. when he plopped down on the couch and pulled you down with him, catching you slightly off guard, and you landed next to him. close. oh so close, that you had almost landed on him. he hadn’t intended for that to happen, but he firmly ignored the way your touch against him, set his skin ablaze just like it always did. instead he pulled you into him, folding himself around you once more, and urged you to tell him everything.

and you did. you told him everything, and you spared not a single detail. occasionally swallowing thickly and sniffling when the fresh wounds ripped open, you told him about how katsuyuki had been neglecting you for a while. how he was never there. how he didn’t reply to your texts. how he’d stopped wanting to be intimate when he actually was with you. how it left you feeling increasingly more and more insecure about yourself and your appearance. you told him about how katsuyuki had called that same night and ended things, and you didn’t spare the details about how that went down. and youichi listened. he listened as all the words came tumbling out, trying his hardest not to notice how you slumped against him. how your hand rested against his thigh only just shy of his crotch and he hoped to everything that was good, that you wouldn’t move, because if you did, he was gonna have a problem explaining himself. instead, he forced himself to focus solely on your words, and for the most part he succeeded. and then, when you’d poured yourself on him, you placed your hand against his chest and looked up at him. and he down at you. the redness of your eyes, and tremor of your lower lip made his heart beat louder against his chest. even like this, you were still the most beautiful thing he ever saw. and he wanted nothing more than to dip his head down and kiss the trembling from your lips. but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. not that he would’ve had the chance before you spoke, doe eyed and vulnerable.

“am i unattractive?” you asked him, and youichi nearly choked on his own spit. unattractive? you? “am i that undesirable?” you pressed, pulling the rug from underneath his feet. your brows drew together and youichi cupped your face in both his hands, carefully cradling the entire world between his palms.

“no,” he started, breathless but more desperate than ever to speak his mind. yet, he know he needs to tread carefully. you don’t need him accidentally revealing his feelings for you, or what you’re doing to him. but he does need you to know that your ex was a fool. “no, you’re not unattractive. you’re not undesirable. bug, you are beautiful, you’re breathtaking. anyone who doesn’t desire you has got to be blind,” and that’s when he should have known he messed up. that’s when he should have known that he’d said too much. but realization only happened a moment later.

“do you?” and that was when he knew he’d said too much. and you were looking at him with those big eyes, and he just… he couldn’t lie to you. one thing was to dance around the subject of his feelings, but he couldn’t lie to you. he was quiet for a moment. hesitant. unsure.

“yeah,” he said, voice uncharacteristically low and unsteady despite his attempts to remain calm. “yeah, of course.” it doesn’t mean anything, he knows that. you’re sad and you’re in need of validation. he’s offering you just that. validation. it doesn’t mean anything to you, and he knows. but he’s looking into those eyes of yours and it may not mean anything to you, but it means everything to him. everything. everything. and he wants to kiss you so bad. but he doesn’t. youichi gives you what you need, even if it hurts him to know, that it means so much to him, and yet so little to you. he gives and he doesn’t even care about the hurt he feels. because it’s you, and it’s him.

those thoughts run through his head when you press closer. youichi feels his eyes widen, the way your hand on his thigh moves like he feared, inching closer along with the rest of you. he watches your approach in disbelief, like it was some kind of cliché slow motion romance movie, and yet he doesn’t stop you. this wasn’t a romance movie. you couldn’t actually be moving in to– your lips tasted salty from your tears when you press them to his. he inhaled sharply, hands almost falling from your cheeks the he still held gingerly. lips firm and soft, and if that hand of yours moved any further, youichi was definitely going to have a much bigger problem than he already did. a much bigger problem than having to push you away right now. but he had to.

“wait, wait.” you pout at him and he’s not even sure you realize how entirely inthralled he was by you. how his lips tingled from just that one kiss. he sees the hurt flashing across your face. “you don’t really want to do this–”

“yes, i do.”

“you’re upset, i know. but i can’t let you do something you’ll regret tomorrow.” youichi tired to be firm, but with you looking at him like that. with the memory of your lips against his, he could only muster half-assed at best.

“i won’t. not if it’s you. please don’t reject me right now.” and that was it. he really wasn’t going to take advantage of you, but your voice was so thin and your eyes so big and watering with fresh tears and how was he supposed to say no to you? how was he ever supposed to not slip a hand into your hair and pull you back up to meet his lips once more. and how should he have known that it would cause your hand to slide up further? the breath caught in his throat when you brushed against the bulge in his sweats, that he’d been trying so hard to ignore, and why weren’t you removing your hand? why did– your lips moved against his and the entire world spun. that was the moment that he knew that he would do anything for you.

how and when the two of you made it to the bedroom, youichi genuinely had no idea. he remembered stumbling slightly as you dragged him with you. or maybe he guided you? he remembered your hands trembling against the collar of his hoodie. or maybe it was his own trembling he felt? he couldn’t tell for sure and honestly it didn’t really matter either. not when your lips was on his. not when everything he’d wanted for so long, was finally within his grasp. but it wasn’t really, was it? because this wasn’t ever going to lead anywhere, and he ought to remember that, lest he’d want any hope of saving his heart from shattering completely.

“are you sure about this?” it wasn’t that he was searching for an out when he asked. every part of him was yearning for you, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. nervous, because he didn’t want to take advantage of you. nervous, because this would be his very first time. and nervous, because he was finally going to have what he’d shamefully fantasized about on so many lonely nights with his hand fisted around his cock and your name like a prayer on his lips.

“i’m sure.” you nod at him from your spot on the edge of the bed. he saw the way your lower lip tucked between your teeth, and he wished that you’d stop doing that because it was definitely not making things easier on him. “i want you.” you tugged at his shirt when you said that, and youichi’s heart fluttered before he had time to stop the surge rippling through him. you didn’t mean it like that. of course you didn’t. but you wanted him right now, and that was enough for him. it had to be enough. and so, his knee dipped into the mattress and you scooted further up the bed. he followed, soon hovering over you with his eyes locked onto yours.

“i want you, too.” he hadn’t meant to say that, but never had he uttered truer words. the smile you sent him was so soft and maybe he would have had time to decipher that flash of emotions in your face, if you hadn’t pulled his face to yours and kissed him right then. kissing you didn’t feel like fireworks. he’d imagined it would, but it didn’t. no, it felt like a missing piece of him finally clicked into place, and he probably should have pushed that feeling aside as well. squashed it like a crispy leaf under his shoe on an autumn day. that way it would be less painful when he had to rip that piece out again come morning. but he didn’t. he welcomed the way you felt familiar, yet new and unexplored. he welcomed it, and he let it happen. in every movement as he picked off piece after piece of your clothing, he let the puzzle piece sink in further. in every piece of his own clothes discarded, he let it take root. let it manifest itself deeper in his being, and with every quivering touch of his fingertips on your skin.

trouble. youichi was in trouble, but right now he just couldn’t care less. with his lips trailing down your neck, youichi really was in big trouble. “you’re beautiful.” he murmured the words against your skin. “you’re so beautiful,” he repeated, fingertips trailing down your side. “the most beautiful in the world.” those same fingers ghosted over your hip bone, slowly crossing south. anticipation weighed heavy in the air, and the moment his fingers reached your core, his mouth went utterly dry. his mouth dropped open and he glanced down to where his touch lingered against you. then his eyes flitted back up to yours. you were smiling at him, something that made him ache even more than the feeling of your skin under his fingers could do. more than the wetness between your thighs could do. but your smile. it made his cock twitch and impatience gnaw away at his strength to take it slow. he was going to be patient. he was. he– a whimper sounded through the room when youichi pressed a finger inside. your face scrunched up, and for a moment he was scared that he’d hurt you when grabbed onto his arms. hard. but when he pulled back, your eyes opened wide and looked straight at him.

“no. don’t stop.” your fingers tightened on his arms and youichi felt the very air being pulled from his lungs. and you looked at him with those eyes, and with that little smile on your face, and how could he not oblige? how could he not feel his restraints slipping? so of course he gave you what you asked. because it was you, and it was him.

the thing with youichi was, that while he had obviously seen his fair share of porn. while he’d pushed himself to the edge with you on his mind, on numerous occasions. and while he’d had opportunities to be intimate with girls before, he’d never actually taken them. he knew the basics, and yeah he knew what he was supposed to do. he knew that if he curled his finger just right, he should hit something. he knew that stretching you properly was essential. both towards the end goal, but also to make you feel good and seen and relaxed. but what he lacked was the experience to tell how long he was supposed to keep going. how it would feel when you were ready. it didn’t matter much actually, at least not to him. because you were writhing underneath him and you were moaning. you were moaning, your nails were digging into his biceps, and he swore that he heard his name tumble over your lips once. his name. on your lips.

his name.

on your lips.

his name. breathless. needy. inviting.

“shit.” youichi’s teeth clenched hard. he really was going to be patient. he was. but you were moaning his name, and how did you expect him to hold back when it was you. he really tried. but–

“youich– please.”

“shit. shit, shit, shit!” his lips pressed hard against yours, fingers pulled from your core and he swallowed up your whine with a deeper moan of his own. he didn’t want to ever stop kissing you, but that last threat of his sanity bid him to pull back, even for just the shortest of moments. “please–” the words didn’t form properly as he spoke, but it didn’t matter, because you were already nodding and he was diving back in to once again capture your lips with his own. he desperately needed to be inside of you, and he needed it now; the thought completely overshadowing anything else. you. and when he settles between your thighs and you legs spread further for him, he was just about losing it. he almost lost it, and– a deep groan ripped from his throat when he felt your touch. a delicate, eager hand wrapping around the base of his cock, guiding him as you drew him nearer with legs wrapping around him. for the shortest of moments, youichi wondered if you knew this was his first time. but how could you? the two of you didn’t lie to each other, but the topic hadn’t actually ever come up. so he never told you. so why did you–

oh fuck. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. youichi knew you were wet. he knew. yet it still took him by surprise when the tip of his cock caught against your wet pussy. you were so wet and you felt so good and he shuddered. oh fuck. you drew him even nearer and youichi was absolute positive that he was going to go utterly insane. the way you invited him in, hips raised in a wordless welcome home. the way your hands felt on his body, one slipping into his hair and the other clawing at his shoulder blade. the sounds you made when he finally pushed inside you for the first time. the first, and probably the last. the pang of hurt in his heart quickly subsided when you clenched around him, throwing your head back against the pillow and arched your back in the most deliciously alluring curve.

youichi wanted to savor the moment. he really did. but there was something so utterly desperate in the way you locked him in, thighs forcing him closer, and the way your nails scraped at his skin. like you were feeling good. he wanted to savor it, but how did anyone, least of all himself, expect him to manage that, especially when it was you. because that was the reason why, and he knew it. because it was you, and it was him.

there was something equally as desperate in the way youichi moved against you. trapping him against you, all he could really manage was rolling his hips, rutting into you, over, and over, and over, and over. and there was something equally as desperate in the way his forehead fell to your shoulder, eyes scrunched up and voice hoarse. you felt so good.

“even better than i imagined.” words spoken breathlessly against your skin. thoughts pulled from his lungs, muffled and broken in pleasure. your moans more beautiful than the song of a siren urging him to keep going, to what he readily obliged.

he gave and he gave and he gave, everything that you wanted, you could have it. and he took and he took and he took. anything you were willing to give, he took it all. maybe he should have felt ashamed to be so greedy in your time of need. but then you keened and your pussy pulsed around him, clenching, releasing, clenching, as if sucking him in deeper, and he was sure he’d never ever felt anything this good in his entire life.

“i love you.” that’s when he knew he fucked up. but he didn’t care. he locked his lips onto your to avoid any further confessions to escape him, and kept taking. he kept taking and giving and taking and giving until the familiar pleasure of his own high crashed over him, painted in new breathtaking colors he’d never expected to see. youichi ground into you. sloppy. messy. needy. greedy. even in the middle of his orgasm, he still wanted more of you. everything. he wanted every last drop of your pleasure and his. he wanted it and he was going to take it. he took. took. took. rutting through his high until there was nothing left for him to give. until he’d poured all of him into you and slowly came back down from his intoxicating high.

youichi didn’t know when he’d released your lips and placed his forehead against the warm skin of your decolletage. he didn’t even realize that he’d done it, before he felt your lips against his hair. he lifted his head with a groan and looked up at you. you were smiling at him, and he even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his own lips, still in a slight daze.

“hi.” his smile softened and he let his head fall back where it was, before mumbling a hi in return. for a second you allowed him to stay there, and he steadied his breathing. tried to banish his many contradictory feelings before they could manifest. urged time to stop. to slow down at the very least, so he could stay here. preferably forever. but at least for a little while longer.

“come on,” your voice was quiet but firm when you patted him on the arm, leaving him so heave a sigh. of course time wouldn’t stop for him. he should have known. “we gotta get cleaned up.” and he knew that you were right, and even if he never wanted to move and face reality ever again, he knew that you were right. he knew. he knew. so he obeyed. reluctantly at that, but he obeyed, and soon enough as you did, the feeling had crept back in, settled and taken a firm hold around his heart. and soon enough, he found himself perched at the edge of your bed, while you sat, cross legged, and watched him. he was watching you too, one leg bent up on the bed as he faced you.

“are you–” youichi started to speak but his voice broke. hoarse. it was so hoarse. he desperately tired to look everywhere but at you. eyes skitting around the room. but as cliche as it sounds, he felt his gaze drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he couldn’t help it, so his eyes landed on you once more as he cleared his throat. “are you okay?” the words falling from his lips left him feeling very silly. that was a dumb question, he knew. he knew, so he opened his mouth to say something else. anything that sounded less dumb. something. anything.

“i–” you looked into his eyes, and youichi was stunned by the shine in them. mouth hanging open for a moment, before he realized and closed it, scratching his neck and looking away. “i think i will be.” ah. youichi was happy. of course he was. but the fact of the matter was, that that meant he’d done what he came here to do. he’d been there for you. he’d been your friend through your tear and he’d supported you until you could say that you were okay. which meant– youichi twisted in his seat, leg sliding off of the bed.

“then maybe–”

“stay.” he looked down when he felt your hand closing around his wrist. for a moment he started at your hand on his skin. it was burning and it was home. it was you, and it was him.

“what?” his eyes flicked back up to yours

“don’t leave.”

“okay. okay, i won’t.” youichi settled, but your hand didn’t move. it stayed locked around his wrist for a while longer. he wondered why, but chalked it up to you simply forgetting you were holding onto him. yeah. yeah that was definitely it.

“wanna sleep with me?” your suggestion caught him by such surprise that for a moment he just looked at you. dumbfounded. then he laughed. he couldn’t help it. with what you two just did, it was almost too easy to to catch the innuendo you definitely hadn’t intended to make. “not like that, you buffoon.” you swatted his arm and he couldn’t help but laugh harder, the sound coming from deep within.

“no? like what then?”

“like– hey!” his favorite thing in the entire universe was your laugh. even now, after having heard what you sound like in bed, your laughter was still his favorite. the most stunning sound in the entire world. and you laughed. you laughed at him and you laughed with him, and it was perfect. “like sleeping!” you said with laughter still evident in your voice as you’d calmed from the initial fit of giggles.

“ha! yeah, i would’ve said that too.” you swatted his arm again, and youichi knew in that moment, that despite his pain, everything was going to be okay between you, with your feigned –, and his jokes and your shared laughter. “let’s sleep, bug. it’s late.” he agreed, once the laughter died down again.

soon enough, the two of you found yourselves under the covers of your bed, laying on each your sides, facing each other. his arms were around your waist and even after tonight, it didn’t feel any different than it used to. you’d slept like this on more than just a few nights. it was nice and you liked cuddling, you used to say when the two of you were younger. he liked it too, but only when it was you. the cuddling had subsided when you and katsuyuki started dating, but even if it’d been a while, youichi had never forgotten what you felt like in his embrace. there was quiet for a moment after you’d seemingly settled into the most comfortable position, but then you stirred and looked up at him in the darkened room.

“this was your first time, wasn’t it?” it wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement, and while it did come out of the blue, it made sense that you would know. youichi started back at you, swallowing all surprise before it surfaced, opting instead for the lighter tone you’d regained only minutes prior.

“was i that bad?” he jokes with a low laugh. you know how they say that there’s a grain of truth in every joke? well in this case, it may be a bit more than just a grain of truth. while youichi wasn’t exactly shy, he did want to do good for you, and while he did feel entirely comfortable around you, how could he not, at the very least, wonder. but when you laughed back at him softly, any trace of worry shriveled away.

“no you weren’t,” you said when the laughter subsided. “but i feel like you would have told me about it. having sex, i mean.”

“hey! i’m offended,” he said, mockingly feigning upset.

“i’m not sorry, you know.” once you uttered the words, youichi was about ready to fire back, but the slight seriousness edge to your words stopped him from doing so. instead he listened carefully. waited. heart beating hard against his chest, almost skipping a beat when you continued. “about taking your virginity.” mouth opening, then closing again, he watched you, gaze darting across your face, dipping to your lips and back up. all for a mere split second in time.

“i’m not sorry either.” youichi spoke the words lightly, almost cheerfully, scarcely covering for the truth he didn’t dare speak. didn’t want you to hear on his lips. the truth he feared he’d already exposed. the truth that left him vulnerable and waiting for the rejection that had yet to come. unless his prayers were answered, and you really didn’t hear or catch the confession of his earlier words.

there’s a silence in the room, stretching, looming and all consuming. feeling like a predator lurking silently in the tall grass, watching it’s prey and ready to pounce. but it kept stretching further, lulling youichi into a sense of security that felt even more threatening, as if any minute it could be ripped from under his feet. but it kept stretching for so long that he almost thought you’d fallen asleep.

“you know, when katsu ended things with me, it really did hurt,” you spoke so softly that if it hadn’t been utterly quiet in the room, youichi might have missed it. but he heard, and he waited. wondered where you were headed. why you were telling him this, but of course, it was a fresh wound, you’d obviously need to talk about it. and youichi was okay with this. of course he was. and he would listen every single time. “but– the thing that hurt the most, wasn’t the thought of losing him.”

“with the things that he said–”

“it wasn’t just that,” you pressed on, effectively cutting him off. words now stumbling out fast, as if you were trying to get them out as fast as possible. “yeah, he said some shitty things, but that wasn’t the worst thing. the worst thing was the shame that i wasn’t as upset as i probably should’ve been.”

“what do you mean?”

“i was hurt, i really was!” you looked up at him and met his gaze head on. there was something fierce behind your eyes. something youichi had seen many times before, and he adored it every single time. “but i was more concerned with was he said. i was worried, because i couldn’t stop thinking about– what if others thought the same thing too? what if you thought that too? i couldn’t shake that thought and while he did hurt me, that thought hurt me even worse and–”

“whoa whoa, hold up, rewind,” youichi clasped a hand over your mouth forcing the words to stop their rapid escape from your lips. your mouth, your lungs, your heart. “me? why would you worry about me thinking that?” he probably should have realized by then, what you were trying to say. instead, he thought he might’ve somehow given off the impression, as he’d tried to avoid revealing his feelings for you in the past. he didn’t think he had, but honestly who was he to say? you took a breath and placed a hand flat against his chest, right above his hammering heart.

“because it’s you.” your voice was so small as the words shook past your lips. “it’s always been you.”

it’s him. it’s always been him

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