#twisted wonderland spicy

[blackrabbittwst]

Can i request a pt. 2 for the sexy outfit hcs? With trey (because this guy.. is def a closeted horny) jade and rook pretty please *bats eyelashes at you*

Also i shall be horny anon so yk who i am 😉

A/N: Hahah of course! Trey and Jade are in my top 3 favorite characters, so I’m excited by this request! 😍 and nice to meet you horny anon 😂 I’m happy to write some good spicy stuff. (Also I agree Trey is a closeted horny boi hehehe)

I usually try to post my requests in order of when they’re received but I love writing these so much that I couldn’t help but finish it before some other older requests. Sorry for being such a degenerate, I was too excited to write for Trey and Jade.

Synopsis: A S/O who wears sexy clothing in public. Precious post (Leona and Vil)

Characters: Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt

Pairings: Trey Clover x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader, Rook Hunt x Reader

Gender/Pronoun: Gender Neutral

Warnings: This is a NSWF post, Minors please do not interact with the post! Characters are aged up to 18+ as mentioned in my rules

Trey Clover

Both you and Trey were visiting a nice cafe date on a shared day off. It was a common outing you both took which allowed Trey to try some new desserts and research what was the new trend. However, it was also a calming and relaxing environment so that you both could chat and share some nice time together in peace.

However, today you decided to spice things up, like how cinnamon added some extra oomph to a simple cup of hot cocoa. You decided to meet Trey at the cafe wearing some nice tight leather pants(with come convenient rips on the legs and thighs for “aesthetics”), boots, and a tight sleeveless turtle neck that clung nicely on the curves of your body. When you arrived first at the quaint joint, you wore a nice leather motorcycle jacket zipped all the way up and sat inside, waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

When Trey arrived, he made eye contact with you and smiled before going to the counter and ordering. Of course he knew exactly what you wanted (and the quantity of each ingredient, like exactly 2 pumps of hazelnut syrup and oat milk, for example), then he would take his time and curiously look at the bakery display before choosing the newest sweet treats for you both to share.

He would bring the tray of drinks and sweets to your table and hand you your warm drink. After getting comfortable, you’d nonchalantly take your jacket off slowly, showing off the smooth skin of your shoulders and the tight tight turtle neck that was wrapped so tightly around your chest and waist. Trey’s eyes would widen momentarily, and a small blush would creep on his face, but he’d still try to play it off and act normal. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable after all. He was a gentleman that wanted to respect your body.

You would notice the way his eyes would drift to your chest here and there while he took a sip of his coffee. Of course you wanted to give him a show, so you excused yourself and got up from the table to go to the restroom. You prepared beforehand to sit facing the door so he would have to face the path to the bathroom, how clever! You made sure to walk with your hips swaying back and forth to how off the goods you were displaying in your nice tight leather pants. Trey’s blush would grow darker as he watched your ass being shown off in front of his face. He was tempted to follow you to the bathroom and give it a good squeeze while listening to your moan into his ears, but he of course resisted being the good boyfriend he was. That and he was in a public setting. He wouldn’t want to do anything inappropriate with others around to potentially see. While he might be pinning for you, he’s not the type to be risky out in the open.

You made sure to walk excruciatingly slow back to the table so that Trey would watch your thick thighs rub against each other as you took each step. You’d lightly lick your lips as you approached him closer which made him visibly gulp and awkwardly look away while drinking more coffee. He was trying to ignore the fact that his pants felt tight and that he had a very visible erection under the table. He wasn’t used to seeing you look so sexy for him on a casual coffee date, so he wasn’t sure how to react. All he could think about was reaching over, rubbing your thighs, and giving them a good squeeze while listening to your breathing hitch.

He would try to create an interesting topic to talk about to distract himself. Like how his parent’s bakery sales were going up because of the new addition of pumpkin treats. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to stall for time and avoid the thought of the sweet, sweet treat he had right in front of him. So, you amused him. You laid one of your elbows on the table while it held up your head. Your other hand would tuck a strand of hair behind your ears (or brush back your hair if it’s shorter) while giving him your most gorgeous smile. You’d agree with his conversation with a tempting “mmhm?” that could be mistaken as a small moan. You would also sit up and hook your finger on your turtleneck and pull on it commenting seductively how hot you were starting to feel while fanning yourself with the other hand.

Trey would start to visibly sweat a little and you could tell he’s fidgeting around a little. Soon, you’d have him in your honey trap. When he went to eat more cake, he was so nervous that part of the whipped cream missed his mouth. Perfect. The final piece was in front of you, ready to be taken before claiming the checkmate. You reached out to his face and your thumb brushed firmly against his lips. You then rub your thumb over the neglected whipped cream and brought it to your lips. You slipped your tongue out and lapped it up slowly and seductively. It was as if you were showing him what you’d do if he were to accidentally release his seed onto your face.

Trey couldn’t stand it anymore. He would gather everything on the tray sloppily, and standup abruptly, telling you it was time to go. He would rush to throw the trash away and hastily toss the tray at its designated slot. If you were still sitting in your chair, he’d rush over and grab your wrist pulling you up. You would teasingly ask you where you both were heading to next. Trey would mutter in his deep husky voice, “You’ll see” before tugging on your arm to hurry up.

You’d find yourself at a nearby hotel, pressed against the hotel door having your ass groped and your lips being devoured. He was so hot and needy that he didn’t wait to move to the bed. While his one hand groped your ass the other hand slid down your crotch and rubbed on your thighs. As he hungrily made out with you, your hot moans into his mouth only sparked a bigger fire in his gut. He’d find himself rubbing your sensitive bits, feeling it get wet (with either precum or vaginal fluid) as it started to leak through your leather pants. He loved the feeling of his hands running over the smooth texture of leather and the feeling of the leather mold around his hands as he squeezed on your thighs. He just wouldn’t stop giving your bottom half so much attention. Despite all the attention and love he gave to your leather clad self, he’d easily unzip your pants and push them down to get a better feel of you.

You’ve decided to awaken the monster in him, so I hope you’re ready to be eaten alive. Expect to be thrown onto the bed and being pleasured by his mouth for multiple rounds. He throughly enjoys the taste of your fluids, lapping them up after each release. Letting a slab of meat tenderize as it soaks and marinated in a fine sauce is a necessary prepping step to create the perfect dish, and of course Trey would know that. He needed to make sure you were wet and ready to go before pounding you into the bed. He wouldn’t stop no matter how many times you came underneath him. It would be get to the point of almost overstimulation. He was obsessed, that he couldn’t get enough of your taste as it flooded his mouth as your walls clenched tightly on his fingers or tongue. He wanted to make sure the meal was all prepped and ready before adding his own “flavoring” at the end. He’d make sure to praise you each and every time you came as he cleaned up the mess with his mouth.

Have fun, because you’ll be going for a few rounds since the monster has fully escaped its tightly guarded cage. He’s been pleasuring you this whole time after all and it’s only fair if you returned the favor, right? He loved the way your warm walls would squeeze on his cock as he would slam into your already overstimulated body. Your sloppy moans and squeaks only fueled him to rock his hips into you quicker. After one round, he wouldn’t feel satisfied as he looked at your weak, twitching form, consumed with pleasure. He’d flip you over on your stomach and pull on your arms as he re-enters your gaping hole.

For a proper taste-test, you need to make sure to look at a all aspects of a dish, such as the smell, the texture, as well as the taste. It’s only fair for Trey to make sure he covers all his bases as he savors his meal. To satisfy a craving properly, you must taste and get a first impression of the food, which he definitely did a bit too much. Then you take another bite to enjoy it and savor it, allowing yourself to take pleasure in it. He definitely makes sure to get his fair share of pleasure for himself as well. Then it’s with the final third bite that makes you realize that it’s time to finish the tasting as it isn’t quite enjoyable as the first two tastes. He’ll realize that you’re so exhausted and it hits him that he is too after a few rounds. He got all his pent up sexual frustrations out, much to your enjoyment.

However, don’t worry if it gets a little too rough, Trey is a master at aftercare. He’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable at the end of the day with some nice cuddles and even a bath.

Jade Leech

Of course after NRC, Jade would work with Azul at some sort of scheme the Octo Merman created. Assumably with the major success of the Monstro Lounge, Azul would definitely open up another location similar to the lounge but for the general public. As a result, Jade would have his hands full working at this new lounge.

You decided to visit during the Lounge’s Halloween party where everyone could dress up in any costume they wanted for funsies. Normally, the lounge Azul ran was an upscale establishment requiring a specific dress code, but today was different. You decided to wearing a sexy sailor outfit. The shirt was sleeveless which showed off your arms and exposed your delicious collarbone, the skimpy bottoms were right that fit to your body well, and a nice cute little hat to top it all off.

Why did you dress this way to the well-established lounge? To tempt your lovely eel boyfriend, of course! In private, he’s always reaching over to grab your butt by the fistful while nibbling gently on your neck. He was always the one to tease you when you wanted your sweet release, so why not pay him back and tease him? You knew everything he liked to touch and see on your body, so why not… show it off? Normally he’d immediately have his way with you, but he’s working at the lounge for the party, and there’s no way he would break his perfect butler image while on the job.

You’re enjoying a good drink at the bar, leaning against the bar top rather than sitting. This made sure your ass was on full display for him to see as he walked by to serve any table nearby a drink. You noticed his eyes flicker in your direction for just a moment while he passed by. Man, is he good at keeping his perfect mask on.

You sighed to yourself, wishing that he could maybe a little more entertaining. Suddenly, another guest of the lounge slides over to you and comments, “Why the long face? Someone as attractive as you should be having fun and enjoying the world in your hands.” You knew what they were after. You were dressed like this for Jade after all, but you suppose your little “bait” worked on other little fishies in the pond as well. Before you could reject their pickup line, your view was blocked with a broad black back. “If you would excuse me, lovely patron. I believe Mr. Ashengrotto would like to have a word with you.” The deep, smooth voiced individual calmly states. The other attendant, getting excited, either due to the business prospect of talking to THE Azul or to be given the opportunity to flirt with him (much to Azul’s chagrin), hopped up from their bar seat and walked quickly to his office.

Jade turned around, giving you a serious, almost dangerous look. It gave you chills as he stared at you so intensely. Then, his polite smile returned to his face, which made your blood run cold. It was that smile that could kill a fish or two if he tried hard enough. “Now then y/n. I believe you’ve had enough fun here. Don’t you think it’s time to head home?” He asks sweetly. You give him a pout, not amused at his attempt to get you to leave the party. “It’s only 10 o’clock. It’s way to early to leave. Why are you asking? Are you perhaps… jealous of the attention I’m getting? Or can you not stand to look at me anymore with your lustful gazes?” You ask with a smug smile. You knew beforehand that poking a predatory eel was not the best idea you’ve ever had. However, it sure felt good to get back at him every so often.

Jade sighs and shrugs while responding, “Alright. Suit yourself.” Your brow creases with suspicion since you don’t trust what he’s about to do. He checks his watch and then looks back at you with a big toothy grin. “Well it happens to be my lunch break. So I suppose it’s time for a nice fulfilling meal, hmm? Fufu” He says slyly while snaking his hands around your waist and as he leads you to a private room they have at the lounge for… “official business”.

You decided to poke the eel, and now you face the punishment. The moment he leads you in the room and locks the door, he picks you up and tosses you on the long sofa. He looms over you, his knees between your thighs. “Oya? You thought you could tease me during my shift? Well I hope you’re ready for your punishment, my dear.” He whispers seductively in your ear, which makes your shiver with anticipation. He roughly pulls your shirt over your head and bounds your arms together with the now wrinkled shirt as he roams your body with his mouth. He gave you so many fleeting kissing as he trails from your collar bone to your thighs. It make you squirm under his touch as you whine for more.

You decided to bait him, so he’s going to take it, hook line and sinker. But don’t think you can get away from this sneaky eel. He’ll drag you down to the depths of the ocean before you realize what’s happening. During his one hour lunch break, he’ll enjoy giving you all sorts of love bites all over your soft skin. He has to make sure and savor each part of his meal, yes? He’ll get riled up at the idea of so many people staring at your luscious figure covered in all his sweet markings, don’t worry though, he won’t be too rough, yet. He’ll make sure to enjoy his meal fully by pleasuring you with his mouth to the point of cumming at least once and taking his fill of your juices before flipping you over on your stomach and thrusting balls deep into your warm walls. He’s a little frustrated at you for showing everyone at the lounge parts of you that were actually his and only for his eyes to see. How dare you try to lure him so you could see an amusing reaction but not even think of how it would attract other fish nearby. He’s flattered by the attempt to woo him, but you need to think more carefully in the future. He needs to show you that you are his little treasure and no one else’s.

He won’t hold back at all. If you get this eel all hot and frustrated, he will make sure to return the feelings two-fold. From the rough ways his hips smack into your butt, to the rough kisses he’ll leave on your back while he fucks your precious hole, you’ll know how much you’ve actually affected him. He’ll feel your walls start to convulse, so of course he’d pull out before you cum and listen to you whine and cry about how close you were. You must be taught a lesson after all. He needs you to know who you belong to and who’s in charge of your needy hole. He’ll lie down and pull you to face him, insisting that as punishment, you would ride yourself to your release. He knows how much you crave his cock when he shoves it into your sloppy self. So the idea of you having to desperately shake your ass, and bounce on his dick was the best punishment when all you wanted was for him to roughly fuck you. You’re too horny to argue as you slowly sit on his cock and try to ride out to your release. It doesn’t feel as good compared to when he does it, so you whine in response, begging for him to fuck you. You were so desperate that tears started to form. Now Jade wouldn’t be so mean and simply just watch you being so pitiful, would he? Well, let’s be honest, he would, but he loves you so dearly that he might give you some mercy. So he’ll buck up his hips, grab your waist and shove you down, making you see stars.

He’ll go on for at least two rounds as he rams roughly into you, biting at any patch of skin he could reach. He’ll change positions multiple times, taking you from behind, you against the wall from behind, your back against the wall as you wrap one leg around his waist, basically whatever he’s in the mood for. Each position gave him a nice view of a new patch of skin he could latch his mouth onto and add onto your collection of hickies. Thankfully the room is soundproof due to the private information that is normally shared within these walls. No one will be able to hear your delicious moans or squeaks except for the one and only Jade.

When he’s done, he’ll reposition his clothes and make sure there are no… unsavory fluids on them. If there are, he’ll simply need to walk to the employee lounge and fetch himself a new set. He’ll look down at your post-pleasure self, just lying on the sofa, still taking in the entire scene. He’ll give you a big mischievous grin, admiring the good work he’s performed for his special guest. “Fufu, now then, my dear… You are in no condition to return to the party, which is quite unfortunate. However, I’ll make sure this room stays reserved for you until the lounge closes. I hope you enjoy your stay while I attend to other guests at the party” With his big smile, he’ll walk calmly to the door, and before turning the knob, look back at you with such adoration. He’ll admire his work of the many marks he’s placed on your body, making it impossible for you to leave the room without the fear of everyone seeing them, even with your costume on. He’ll swiftly leave the room, and you hear a small click as he locks the door behind him. He’ll come back for you after his shift, but he doesn’t want anyone to find or see you in such a pitiful state after all. This was a sight for him and his eyes alone.

Rook Hunt

Rook needed a good workout that day since a hunter needs to stay in tip top form to catch his prey after all. Rook hates the monotonous and repetitive process of simply going to a gym and working out, so he invited you out to play a rigorous game of tennis. Not only does it challenge one’s wits to hit a ball accurately on the court, but it also serves as a way to chase after a target and snipe it down. He just adored games like that, but you however tolerated it only because you know he enjoys it. You always tend lose any sort of game like this though, sadly.

You decided to wear some booty shorts and a thin (maybe a bit too see-through), loose tank top, and a hat. You wanted to look cute for your hunter of love, but you soon realized the outfit only caused you issues. When you move, you can feel the shorts roll up here and there, which makes you curse your thighs for causing you mild discomfort (no one wants thigh chafing…)

He wondered to himself why you didn’t bother wearing compression shorts since they would be easier to move around in, until he noticed the benefit of these short shorts. Man, did he have front row seats to such a glorious show.

Watching as you struggled to catch the ball, it was a pitiful sight to be honest. But it was such a treat for Rook to watch your ass jiggled when you ran towards the green ball. It made him lick his lips with temptation because it reminded him of the many times he fucked you from behind. The way your ass moved each time he thrusted into you was so delicious. How could a hunter not be tempted by such a good slab of meat in front of him? He would purposely hit a close net ball followed by a lob to the back of the court, just to watch you run with your back facing him.

He also loved watching you between points as you hunched over gasping for breath. Seeing your tank top droop and watching your chest quickly rise and fall from your desperate attempt to catch your breath was such a treat. Luckily for him, if you didn’t wear anything under the tank, he’d see those perky nipples as you tried to gasp for air. If you wore a bra underneath, he still enjoyed the show as he was able to maybe catch a peak at the top of your chest.

You realized that tennis was such a work out that you drink your water like a thirsty gazelle in the Savannah. Unfortunately for you though, you spill the water all over you shirt. Granted you kinda did it on purpose, to maybe distract someone enough to score ONE measly point. However, the soaked shirt clinging to your form, and your shorts hiking up to show a peek of your thick ass only served to do the opposite. Now Rook was determined to finish this game quickly. All he wanted to was finish this poor excuse of a game, then rush you home and fuck you in the shower. You looked so vulnerable, like a small deer in the forest without its mother and crying loudly as it attracted a nearby hunter.

While he was drawing the game out to admire your form earlier, now he was playing for real. He was hitting the ball with his full strength, making it impossible for you to possibly hit it back. You were honestly too tired to keep up with him, but you weren’t the type to give up. He actually invited you to something he enjoyed, so you wanted to at least give him your best fighting chance. He did admire that part of you though.

You started to notice that people were beginning to crowd around the fences. Rook hopes that the onlookers were there to simply to watch him play at the top of his form rather than to watch you and your vulnerable state. It made his blood boil because who else would enjoy having another hunters eye HIS precious game that he already won over himself?! It got to the point where he got so distracted that he hit the ball towards an unsuspecting onlooker who he swears was looking at your ass (thankfully the fence blocked the powerful blow). When he went to grab the ball, he gave his best, flawless smile apologizing for the small outburst. On the way back to his side of the court, he made sure to grab a fistful of your ass to show that person you were his and his alone. Your precious yelp of surprise only spurred him to lean down to give you a small peck on the lips. He was trying to pretend to be playful to you, despite the fact he was actually becoming quite aggressive towards anyone who thought they could catch a peek at his pet.

Finally the game had ended and Rook skipped over to you and grabbed your hand. You noticed he was basically rushing and pulling you to leave the court while gushing how much fun it was. You were so tired that you didn’t want to run but rather just sit and melt on a metal bench nearby and catch your breath. Rook pouted at your exhausted form and after the rackets were safely tucked away in a bag and slung over his shoulder, he picks you up bridal style. Even if you protested, he’d tell you that one must strike when the iron is hot, which you didn’t really understand at the time. Not until you reached his place and got into the bathroom to take a shower.

While licking his lips, he would strip your down, enjoying the show and savoring the view as you try to squirm away in embarrassment. You insist you can take your clothes off yourself, but watching an animal flee from his grasp is way more enjoyable. He was almost more happy that you were so embarrassed. He turns on the shower as he took off your shorts, feeling your thighs as his hands traveled down to your knees. He’d stick one hand under your shirt to fondle with your nipples as he grabbed your shirt in his mouth and groped your thighs with his other hand. You were his to devour, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

He practically pushes you into the shower first when he finished stripping you and himself. Seeing your flush red face looking at him with your big doe eyes as you were soaked with water was such a treat to him. He couldn’t resist reaching around you, groping your ass and making out with you under the hot water. Feeling you squirm under his touch, wanting him to touch you only ignited a small fire in him. He would coo at you that you must have patience and that the show was only beginning. The best type of meals prepared with meat need to be slowly cooked and marinated in mouth watering juices after all. You wanted him to touch you more, and touch you down there so badly, but why would he give you that satisfaction?

Despite your begging and pleas, Rook is a bonafide hunter, you see. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt too much. So of course he’s going to slowly tease you to get you more hot and bothered. He’d flick at your perky nipples and chase your tongue with his own, drinking in all the delicious moans you struggled to mewl out. Your roaming hands didn’t distract him from his mission no matter how much you tried to give his erect member a good stroke or two. He’d simply just nip at your sensitive spots, like the shell of your ear, or the edge of your collar bone while pinching your delicate pink buds. That’s was enough to make you moan out and forget about his sensitive member, but if not, he’d just grab both of your wrists in one hand and shove you against the wall.

Once your knees give out and you’re on the floor, water falling onto your shaking form, he’d grace you with some well deserved pleasure. He’d make sure you came from his hands at least once before pressing you against the cold shower walls. Your chest would be touching the tiles as he fucks you. Ah, did he enjoy the sight of your ass bounce at each thrust. He couldn’t help but slap it once or twice, enjoying the sharp squeak that escaped your lips. He’d try not to be so rough, but his adrenaline was at its peak and he had been holding himself back for so long. However, it wouldn’t stop him from edging you. He’d know when your walls start to clench that you were getting close, so he’d pop out and rub his member over your hole. Oh how he enjoy listening to your weak whining about how close you were. He’d simply tell you that he was enjoying himself too much while looking at your cute perky body as it writhed under his touch. He enjoyed the chase too much, sadly for you. He would reach over and give your sensitive spot a small fleeting touch, as a nice long moan left your throat. He would insist you beg for what you wanted or he’d simply just tease you until you broke and said it anyways. You had to say something around the lines of “Please, put your hard cock in your pet’s sensitive hole. I want to be hunted so badly~” if you wanted him to re-enter your lonely hole in one fell swoop. He’d enjoy listening to your guttural moan as his balls slapped against you in that one thrust. If you keep telling him how much you were enjoying his dick rubbing on your sensitive spots, he might let you cum. He’d be happy to listen to your voice sing praises to him about how well of a job he was doing. He might even treat you by reaching down and have his hand rub your sensitive parts while he thrusts deeply into you.

After your hunting session, please know that you will be past the point of exhaustion. Your shaky legs probably won’t even be able to support yourself, especially with how long he probably decided to draw out the entire act. Don’t worry though, Rook will make sure to properly wash you down and give you many praises as he carries you to bed for a well deserved sleep.

Endnote: I think these were longer than the last post… I suppose I enjoyed myself too much, haha! Well hopefully you all enjoyed it! I realized while proofreading that all the boys on this post are big teases haha. So does that mean the horny anon just a masochist? Jk jk, maybe I am since I also like Jade and Trey as well 😂

[idiasdiscordkitten]

Hi! I am so so happy to see you are back! I love your writing :)

(spicy!) What do you think would be their kinks? Maybe one per student?

Thank you!

aaa i'm so happy to hear that! it means a lot to me to hear that <3 thank you! i'm glad to be back :)

also i have Lots of opinions on this, but it’d be best to limit it to 1 per student.  i tried to not repeat anything and keep it all gender neutral!

if anyone wants more of my thoughts on a specific character, just send an ask!

NRC students’ kinks

*all characters are depicted in a university setting and are 18+

🔥 SPICY UNDER THE CUT! 🔥

Heartslabyul

riddle: bdsm

ace: lingerie

deuce: i am convinced that deuce does not know what a kink is

trey: daddy kink (being called daddy)

cater: roleplay

Savanaclaw

leona: hair pulling

ruggie: chest fetish

jack: breeding

Octavinelle

azul: edging

jade: foot fetish

floyd: choking

Scarabia

kalim: blindfolds

jamil: bondage

Pomefiore

vil: degradation (example: calling his partner a whore)

rook: predator/prey dynamics

epel: praise (giving & receiving)

Ignihyde

idia: phone sex

Diasomnia

malleus: role reversal

lilia: anything he hasn’t already experienced before (he does like toys though)

silver: hand fetish

sebek: body worship

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[ryllen]

A question I have just recently,

can Sebek handle spicy?

this is what i generally think of fae.

tho i think,

lilia knows spicy spices from his travel.

even tho in dragon form, malleus breathes fire from his mouth, and fire is hot, it might be like the kind of fire that doesn't hurt him in the first place

sebek father might bring spicy spice from human world with him, but since i think of him as a mellow man, he might not be interested in spicy food in the first place

[kirans-wonderland]

What a Cuddly Croc pt.2 (nsfw)

pt. 1 here

mdni. (au where night raven is actually college aged)

wc: 1,926 - cw: gender neutral reader, biting, cuddlefucking, cockwarming?, dry humping, mating behaviors? (not proofread yet)

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Night Raven College was still enveloped by the cold weather of the winter. Sebek had only grown clingier as the days grew colder. It was as if the first night you cuddled him had shattered his barriers like they were delicate glass. He subtly invited you over to Diasomnia almost every night saying that you were the only thing that kept him warm enough. Despite being borderline desperate, he had never ventured to Ramshakle during the cold nights. He couldn't leave Malleus in possible danger. That outweighed his desire for warmth.

That was until one night, you didn't show up. He had invited you. You said you would come. So where were you? He gave you 15 minutes before he was on his way to Ramshakle. Something was different tonight. Malleus be damned. His steps were quick and heavy. He feared the worst. But what he found was simple and relived his tension. You had simply fallen asleep at your desk, your cheek pressed against the text of the book. His heartrate slowly lowered as he took in the sight. "How foolish.. if you are tired, go to your bed" He muttered. Why had he gotten so worried? You weren't his lord. He shook off those thoughts with great haste. He was going to just move you to your bed, but his eyes caught the stack of extra blankets that lay at the foot of her bed. He was drawn to them and before he knew it, he was placing them all on your bed.

The blankets were all different styles and patterns. One he recognized as the Diasomnia dorm blanket. Had someone from every dorm given you an extra blanket? Why did that make his heart tighten? He had arranged all of the blankets very carefully... almost like a nest. He thought he was done and that it was perfect. Then his gaze landed on a pile of your shirts and sweaters near your wardrobe. He remembered you telling him about how the bar in your wardrobe broke and you couldn't hang anything up anymore. He needed them. He had never spent so much time just preparing to cuddle. Something was different tonight.

Finally he had completed his nest. Blankets, clothes, your scent, Grim.... Grim. He was in the way. Sebek scooped him up to move him to a nearby chair. Though Sebek wasn't gentle, Grim remained asleep. Only the smell of a tuna can could wake him. Sebek then moved over to your desk chair and picked you up with the highest gentility. He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face that had fallen against his chest. Another pang of tightness struck his heart. First he laid you gently in the mass of blankets, on your side. He laid down behind you and pulled your warm body to his. His form curling around yours was what started to bring you back to conciousness.

He heard your soft murmmers and knew he had woken you. "It's just me" He whispered so you wouldn't panic. He heard the small smile in your voice as you responded to him. "mmm... Seb.. m'sorry.. I must have fallen-" "Shh, it's alright. I.. I was not worried" He lied. He was a bit embarassed at how worried he had been.. About a mere human. "It's.. warmer than normal" Your mumbles got more coherent as you woke up. You saw the blankets and the clothes surrounding the two of you. It reminded you of.. "You made a nest?" Sebek's grip tightened a little at your words. "It is colder tonight". You hummed in response as it seemed logical, so you went on cuddling in a comfortable silence.

Normally he would remain completely still with a firm grip when you cuddled, but that wasn't the case tonight. It started with his hand rubbing your side and back slowly. Then it progressed into his nose rubbing against the nape of your neck. His breathing was heavy and you could swear he was letting out soft growls with every exhale. "Sebek?' That was all you needed to say before he pulled you tighter to his body. "I do not know.. I do not know what is happening.. I need you closer. Closer than this" Even though you were already flush to him, he still needed you closer. “Why do I need you… I need you” You turned your head to look at him as he lay behind you. His breathing was labored, his lips were slightly parted and his eyes seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. You’d never seen him like this. You were worried. “Sebek-“ You tried to sit up but his grip tightened like he was holding you down. “No. Do not leave me. Do not move.” His fingers lightly dug into your body and his face buried firmly in the crook of your neck. You could only lay there, trapped and thinking about what was happening. What was wrong? Then something struck you. Something Jack had explained to you a while ago after he had been absent. It lined up.. “Sebek? … do faes go into heats like beastmen do?” You asked tentatively.

His nuzzling stopped and he stilled again. It was a long silence. "Yes.. most do.. but, I am.. because I am.." He thought that this shouldn't be a thing for him due to his partial fae heritage. "I should not be.." He went quiet in his thoughts. "Seb, all these blankets.. you're basically nesting" He grunted. "No. No it is just for warmth" He was trying to convince himself. He was conflicted. If he had all these behaviors, why were they only surfacing now? Was it because he had been to busy before? Now, he had let himself get distracted and allowed someone into his life with a sliver of intimacy. That had awakened his need. His now overwhelming need for carnal closeness. "It may be, that you are.. correct" He said slowly. "I need... I need you" You could hear the desperate rasp in his tone.

You pressed yourself further back against his body, giving him permission. Almost instantly his hips began into you again and again from behind slowly. He groans and grunts into the back of your neck with every movement. His arms were tight around your torso. It was oddly comforting, being surrounded by soft blankets and the warmth of his firm body. You heard his breathing grow heavier and sharper as his humping grew quicker. "Not enough.. not enough.. I need more... more" You felt him shifting behind you and heard the clinking of his belt. His hands went to your hips and squeezed then firmly before slipping down your bottoms. His fingers and nails ran along the skin of your thighs and ass. He pulled your hips flush with his. You could feel his already hard cock slip between the plush of your buttcheeks. He groaned in bliss at the sensation of your soft, warm skin around his aching length. It was all he could think and care about.

He had accepted it now. He was in a heat and it was your fault. You were the reason he felt so.. weak. "Your fault.. you have to.. fix it" Sebek grumbled out through grunts. His teeth grazed along the skin of your shoulders and neck. The slight sharpness of his canines caused you to shiver. At the same time his teeth finally clamped down on the crook of your neck, he pushed into your hole. His first thrusts were deep and slow. His body was practically trembling as he held you desperately tight. His hand left your waist and his arm hooked under your thigh. Lifting it, he placed it over his own legs. That shift in position caused him to slip in deeper. His hips stuttered as your own shifted against his. "Sebek.. oh gods.. Sebek.." He growled in response to your moan. "Just, stay.. please.. I need it.."

He began to thrust again. Though his thrusts weren't fast, they were hard and deep. But he also couldn't keep a steady rythm. It was his desperation mixed with his inexpierence. Your hand reached back and found his hair. One of his arms was around your chest while the other couldn't stay still. He gripped your thigh, hip, waist, arms, everywhere. He was lost in you, lost completely in the feeling and warmth. Right now, there was no way he would have known it was winter. For the first time in the season he was hot. He was quickly getting addicted to this and to you.

He let out a deeper growl and you found yourself suddenly lifted on top of him. Your back was laid against his chest, your legs spread over his with his dick still inside you. Your head laid by his and you looked into his green eyes. His pupils looked more reptilian than they ever had. Both of you were breathing heavily. Your hand touched his cheek and it seemed to uncloud his lustful mind. "I.. I do not know. why I am feeling this way.." His eyes were locked onto yours, his hands on your stomach but he didn't move. It became comfortable to just lay like that with him inside you. "Like what Seb?' "Like I do not want to let you go.. I feel about you the same way i feel about Malleus but... ill. I wish to protect you but I feel I cannot breathe and my heart races. I feel weak, but I cannot be weak and protect you. I-" You finally quieted him from his rant. "Sebek, it sounds to me that you have feelings for me.. the romantic kind"

This made him freeze. He was always so dedicated to his duties, could he have really let himself fall in love? "I mean, you at least like me enough to try and.. mate with me." You continued. "What?" You chuckled at his confusion despite the intimate position he had you in. "Isn't heat like a mating season? You having the desire to be intimate with me should be an indication of your feelings." He thought about what you said for a moment before his mind clouded with desire again. His hands once again gripped your hips tightly. You knew there would most likely be bruises there the next morning in the shape of his finger pads.

You couldn't find space in your mind to care as he lifted your hips and slammed them down on his cock repeatedly. You didn't think that anything could feels this deep. The sound was stolen from your throat as he bit your neck again while continuing to bounce you on his length. Your orgasm washed over you with a searing heat. The feeling of your warmth pulsing around him and your hand gripping his arm caused him to spiral. With a growl, he lifted you off of him before cumming on his lower stomach. It was surprising that in his desperation he had enough of a mind to pull out. You look out the panting and stunned man with a soft smile. He opened his eyes and his eyes locked with yours. He could read the look in your eyes like a book. "I may be carnal, but I am not stupid" A chuckle was pulled from your lips at his words. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "you dork~"

After a bit of cleanup, the two of you fell asleep, basking in the warmth of your intimate connection.

[hisui-dreamer]

jamil, who loves showing affection by cooking food for his loved ones, making sure the curry is seasoned to perfection and your favourite dessert to go along with the meal.

and you, with zero spice tolerance but so incredibly overwhelmed with gratitude and affection for how hard jamil's worked. and with your favourite dessert right there enticing you, you're determined to finish every drop of curry on your plate.

...

it doesn't go too well.

indeed, you have finished every drop of curry. but you've also downed around 12 cups of water, and the burning in your mouth is still unrelenting. jamil visibly looks concerned with how much water you're drinking and it's unavoidable you address your non-existent spice tolerance.

jamil sighs, and his eyes show a hint of exasperation you often see when he's following kailm's whims. you avert your gaze to the floor, upset at yourself that you've disappointed him and maybe he hates you now how could you not like his fo-

flick!

ouch! your hands reach up to shield your forehead, and your eyes meet his. not exasperated, maybe slightly, but amused and... loving??

"dummy, don't go forcing yourself to eat what you don't like," he sighs

you timidly explain you could never do that with how much time and effort he puts into his cooking

his smile widens slightly.

"for now, i guess i'll be making more desserts for you then,"

he chuckles at the way your eyes light up.

"here," he feeds you a spoonful of the chilled dessert. "is your mouth still burning?"

oh. you don't think it is anymore.

but your heart sure is.

[yuri-is-online]

Oh man, i love My Senpai Is Annoying. I really loved that scene when she tugged on his sleeve all teary eye and asked, "Why couldn't i be your wife?" 🥺 so freaking cute. Thinking about the eels in that situation is so cute, they would def tease.

I should have answered this immediately but I was like no >:C i wanna think about this >:CCC also there is a fanart i rb'd on this blog somewhere that's literally this concept w Jade except he makes a comment about his dick

The main sort of gag in My Senpai is Annoying is that Futaba (mc) is very in denial about how down bad she is for her oblivious senior Takeda. The eels aren't exactly oblivious to Yuu's feelings, it's just that Floyd's affections can sort of blur the line between friendship, bullying, and flirting whereas Jade keeps his true feelings close to the chest until he is CERTAIN he has Yuu on tenterhooks.

So if a particularity in denial or stoic Yuu were to get a bit tipsy, start to sniffle and ask "Why couldn't I be your spouse?" Oh they're so fucked.

Floyd is never letting Yuu live this down. Ever. He laughs so hard you almost get kicked out of the Lounge. Since you wanna be his spouse so badly you won't argue if he starts introducing you like that yeah? Seven help you if you play sports or are part of an arts club that does performances because he's standing up and yelling "THAT'S MY SPOUSE!" at every opportunity. If you get embarrassed he just reminds you that you asked for this and mimics what you said right down to the tears (he does exaggerate it a bit). Sometime much later when you're older and well into your relationship he'll tell you what a massive ego boost that was in a way that's very sweet but you're still young rn so let him be obnoxious. He really does love you a lot, promise.

Jade is much more subtle. His smile is as wide as it is sinister and he probably does make a comment about how small Yuu is in comparison to his merform as for why they couldn't be his spouse, but he gets really close to say it. If you were sober you would probably see just how excited he is, Jade's literally shaking because finally. FINALLY. He has some confirmation of how you feel. Sort of. He gets a bit more direct with his flirtations and courtships because Jade wants you to say that sober. He wants there to be no grey areas, he wants you to shove him up against a wall and ask him why you can't be together so he can flip you around, scold you for treating him so roughly, and explain to you thoroughly, gently just how good of a spouse you can be~

[dilatorywriting]

Monster Mayhem: Love Drunk

Gender Neutral Reader x Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You are a succubus, who is apparently really bad at their job. At least if your poor, nitpicking victim has anything to say about it.

A/N: Sorry for being horny on main, but here we are lol I've been writing a lot of little bits lately for a Twst OC of mine, and decided that hey, y'know what, might as well revamp some of the ones that are easily revamp-able into my usual reader-insert style and pump out some shenanigans rather than just letting them languish away in google docs. So here we be.

🌶️🌶️🌶️ WARNING for Spicy Content!

READ WHAT YOU LIKE, BUT BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU READ

“You’re late.”

The steam billowed as if with a sigh, and a familiar figure melted from the warm spray.

You blew a wet strand of hair out of your face with a noise that was nearly a raspberry. “I was busy.”

“I didn’t realize you had a life outside me,” Vil droned, only mostly serious. The little succubus seemed to pop out of the shadows at the slightest beckon, and even when you were gone, you always came back with nothing but talk of all the ways you’d worked to improve your craft since the last they spoke. And of your strange, card-faced friends, on occasion. But that was a topic you tended to hoard closely to your chest like a dragon to gold.

“Not everything revolves around you,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Vil leaned his head back to rinse the remainder of the conditioner from his hair. “Then maybe you shouldn’t act like my good opinion is the only thing keeping you employed, fed, and housed.”

You went warm in the ears, even under the heat of the steam, and crossed your arms petulantly over your chest. At least you’d been keen enough to not pop into his shower fully clothed this time. That had been a mess. You shifted back and forth on the balls of your feet with a grumpy, little huff and Vil didn’t bother to fight the way that his eyes followed the slowly rolling droplets of water that trailed lower with each fidget.   

“Whatever. I’m here now, aren’t I?” you grouched. “But anyways, what’s the plan for today? Out late again?”

“More all-day shoots,” he said, reaching up to replace one bottle of custom hair product for another. “And an interview to follow that’s meant to be a pre-recording for the morning programs tomorrow. So that could be close to midnight, depending on when we finish up.”

Your nose scrunched in sympathy. “Ew. I don’t get why you do all this stuff. It sounds like a nightmare. Human media is so strange.”

Maybe it was. But—

“It’s worth it,” he huffed, running one of his newer serums through the silky strands of his pale hair. He glanced down at you from beneath his dripping bangs. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?”

“Do you think there are functional showers in Hell?” you snipped, and then averted your gaze in chagrin. “I have been trying. I just—it’s not always an option all the time,” you said, a bit embarrassed.

“Come here,” he sighed, twirling his finger in a sign to show him her back, and you shifted closer obediently.

It was always so funny, he thought, as he reached out to scrub white bubbles into your mused hair. That you would spit and hiss, and throw such a tantrum over everything. But when it came to actually obeying his orders? You were always putting one foot in front of the other to meet him more than halfway. If he said ‘jump,’ you’d whine and complain but inevitably ask ‘how high.’ Like a loyal little stray that growled and raised its hackles but would come preening for food and attention at the first whistle.

“Sounds like a stressful day,” you hummed, arching into his fingers like a cat being stroked down its spine. “Are you still stuck working with that one guy you hate? Nigel, or whatever?”

“Neige,” he huffed, giving your hair a soft tug in rebuke. “And yes. The project hasn’t wrapped yet.”

“So a very stressful day,” you mused, tilted your head back to thump against his chest and stare up at him through the steady stream of water overhead. He watched the thin, feline-like, pupils of your eyes flash and widen into something round and dark. “This’ll be perfect then.”

“What?” he scoffed, as if he hadn’t just seen those pulsing, black pupils himself and felt something in his stomach tug. “That I’m stressed?”

“No,” you huffed, cheeks puffing out in irritation like he’d known they would. “Because I’ve been practicing.”

He arched a pointed brow and your cheeks went rounder yet. You stepped out of his hold and turned so the two of you were chest to chest. Vil let his hands fall to rest at the dip in your back and you pressed along him in one, lean line from toe to hip. Those strange, iridescent irises of yours flicked over his face, his lips, and those rabbit cheeks went hot with embarrassment. (“Humans kiss each other,” he’d said during one of their earliest meetings, when he’d leaned in with a smirk to brush his mouth against your temple and you’d nearly started seizing. “It’s what they do.” And you’d gone rattlingly indignant and started sputtering about impropriety of all things. All while you were sitting there butt naked and demanding he let you jerk him off so you could meet your weekly quota).

Your eyes dipped low beneath your lashes. And then you darted up quick to press a peck to his chin before immediately dropping to your knees. You leaned forward to nuzzle into the soft, blonde hairs tufted there and then dragged your tongue up the length of him in one, long lick. Vil fought a shiver.

“Practicing, huh?” he droned, affecting boredom as best he was able.

“Yes,” you replied, determined, and gave another lick. Shorter, this time. And more focused along the delicate, pink crown of him. “You made fun of me last time! Called it a ‘High Schooler’s First Blowjob!’ How could I not practice?”

“Oh? With who?” he scoffed, a bit more bitter jealousy seeping into the sneer than he would have liked.

Your face went scrunchy with embarrassment again and then you were sinking back down to run your tongue against the thick vein along the underside. Vil reached out to twine his fingers in your hair and you ducked forward to take him into your mouth.

“You’re lucky you caught me before I got out of the shower,” he said on a sigh, hips twitching when you gave a firmer suck. “This would hardly be worth dirtying myself all over again for—”

You pressed her tongue sharply into the little slit at the head and then dragged the muscle forward in a wide sweep—circling the whole of the most sensitive creases and then applying that same, lovely, suction all over again. Vil groaned, low and rumbling, and he could practically taste the bubbling excitement of your pride bursting along his lips.

You hummed—smug—intentionally loud and muzzy, so that it shot through the buzzing nerves in his skin like a symphony. Vil grit his teeth and dug his fingers into your hair to yank. Instead of popping off with an indignant whine and a trailing string of saliva, you narrowed your eyes at him and then dove forward—relaxing your throat and swallowing him down until your nose was pressed into his pubic bone. Vil cursed, head falling back against the tile wall with a punched-out moan and fingers twining shakily in the short hairs by the base of your skull.

“You have been practicing,” he mumbled, fighting the urge to go a bit cross-eyed when you swallowed around him.

You hummed in affirmation. It vibrated all the way from head to base and he shivered in time with it.

After too many long, long seconds of him nearly slipping down the wall with the curl of his toes, you popped off with a cough.

“I can hold my breath for ages now,” you declared proudly, a smear of milky white smudged along the corner of your lips. You leaned forward to prop your chin up against the jut of his hip bone and smirk up at him with a look that was a touch too genuinely excited to be truly impish. “Told you I could do it.”

“How foolish of me to have ever doubted your dedication,” he scoffed, still a bit too breathless for the sarcasm he was trying to spit. It nearly came out on a gasp and your grin grew wider. He sneered, a bit too harsh under his fluster, “What with your stalwart focus on never even touching the kits I’ve bought you. Let alone making any of the other bevy of improvements that I’ve been trying to put into place for weeks now.”

“Oh?” you droned, sharp. “Well, sorry to disappoint, Lord Vil. I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

And then without preamble, you were swallowing him down all over again all the way to the root—nose brushing the soft, pale, hair there as you dutifully squeezed your throat and ran your tongue along the underside until he was practically seeing stars. You drove forward further, hands coming up to dig your nails into his thighs as you pushed yourself until you were trembling and pinpricks of sharp tears dotted your lashes. One of those hands shifted between his legs, and you reached out with careful fingers to twine around the delicate stones there and squeeze.

Vil curled forward and came with something that was nearly a shout, trembling and loose as he emptied himself down your throat. You swallowed around each pulse, sending zip after zip of oversensitive buzzing through his veins.

You pulled away with another round of coughing, looking positively debauched. You scrubbed some of the dripping water out of your eyes and then moved to swipe away the stray drops of sticky whiteness that had managed to escape your otherwise valiant efforts to drink him dry.

“Better?” you grinned, hair mused and cheeks wet and sore.

A quip rested on his tongue. Something about how you could not be, when there’d been nowhere to go but up? But the genuinely delighted look on your face, and the soft, hesitant, undercurrent of nervous tension underneath had him loosening his fingers from your hair to rub at one of the milky stains littering your chin.

“It was good,” he said. “Better than that, even. Well done.”

“Worth taking another shower for?” you beamed.

“Worth an entire morning’s routine,” he smiled, far too soft, and leaned down to press a long, wet, kiss to your lips when you went spluttery and shy.

.

.

“I can come by your trailer, if you want,” the succubus offered, as Vil busied himself with blotting a towel over your dripping hair.

“Oh?” he mused. “I thought you only needed to feed once a day.”

“Well, sure. But I mean for your stress relief,” you said on an indignant little puff, crossing your arms tight across your chest. You peeked up from beneath your lashes, cautious. “I mean, only if you’d want that sort of thing.”

He reached out to cup your cheeks and pinch. You whined under his prodding but didn’t swat him away.

Vil sighed, dramatic and put upon. “I suppose if you insist. How could I deny my most precious little protégé anything they ask, hmm?”

“Easily, if the past few weeks are anything to go by,” you sneered around his tugging. “And who’s ‘your protégé’?! I’m the succubus here!”

“Yes,” he drawled. “A succubus who’s needed me to teach them everything they know. What a fearsome creature, indeed.”

“I could fuck you to death,” you threatened, eyes flashing bright and eerie.

Vil pinched harder, until the skin under his fingers went nearly white, and you winced—those same, slitted eyes going a bit glassy and nervous. He leaned forward until his breath ghosted along your lips and he watched your throat bob in a gulp.

“I’d like to see you try.”

.

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[selya711-twiste]

kissing strangers

The way Rollo kisses you is chaste at first. It's his first time being intimate with anyone and he's rather shy. You had to ease your way into his personal space very slowly. He starts trying to get used to having a person close to him in life. He would prefer to make it quick, and there were times he'd bump his nose into yours. When you two begin to know each other longer, he starts holding you tighter to him and he feels and tastes so desperate when you kiss, but he retains gentleness so as to not scare you off. It's hard not to notice his change in demeanor when appearances are the most important thing to him, even in private. If you point it out, he'll look away and deny it, but then he begins losing even more of his inhibitions. It was gradual, but you feel like it snowballed when you kissed his handkerchief in front of him, a personal belonging that's always pressed against his lips. He knows what you meant by that. When he used to lightly push you away to preserve his peace, now he won't let you go. There are certain days where if you move while he's close to you, he'll grip you thinking you're trying to get away, and there comes that delirious expression you can't ignore… He's obsessed with you now. Rollo is the one initiating it, and then he blames you for tempting him to act like this. When there's no other person in sight, somewhere secluded, you should grow used to anticipating a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders and turning you around to meet the stern gaze of your lover.

On the other hand, Fellow has more experience as an older man. He must've had flings with other people in the past, so he knows just what to do with your lips. In the first stages of his relationship with you, he thinks everything is a game at first. He just treats you like the others, fast-paced and teasing, occasionally lightly grazing your neck with his fangs. He knows you love it when he does that with the way you shudder and even bare your skin for him to mark with kisses. You play along with the fox, and for every time he tricks you, you return the favor. He stole a kiss from you once in passing, so you took his wallet. There's nothing in it, of course. He doesn't know whether to swoon or curse at how you've outsmarted him. He'll only start treating you like a valuable doll when you both start taking it seriously, which took a while to establish. You find him becoming more easily flustered with you as you unearth the real him underneath the layers of lies. His showbiz-like persona starts fading away when you two are close together, and his voice becomes slower and softer... It's more obvious when he's speaking right against your ear. In comparison, nothing about you has changed. "How do I know you're not playing tricks on me again, Fellow?" You pout with your arms crossed. He smiles with his teeth and he stutters a little bit as he places his hand on his heart. "I would never lie to you, my dear, or my name isn't Honest John!" Yeah, right...

[spicywasabae]

Gamer boys

Just two socially awkward shut ins in comfy clothes UwU

This was part of an Art Trade with @sleepycroissantt (ily ( ˘ ³˘)❤)

[robo-milky]

“…Master Rook, I understand if you don’t like… ‘stronger flavours.’”

“I can’t say I can experience the yin yang hot pot fully if I only ate from one side, no?”

Late CNY Celebration Doodle

Maybe family is the 垃圾猫 and 老外 you bring home <3

[idiasdiscordkitten]

would NRC students get pegged?

this must be settled once and for all i am so sorry

*all characters are depicted in a university setting and are 18+

🔥 SPICY UNDER THE CUT! 🔥

not only is into pegging, but actually brought it up to you first

cater, vil, lilia

desperately wants to get pegged, but is too embarrassed to say anything himself

ace, azul, idia

will try anything once

ruggie, floyd, kalim, rook

will give it a chance if you really want to, but wouldn’t seek it out himself

riddle, jack, epel, silver

has to be the right circumstances, otherwise no

deuce, trey, jamil, malleus

absolutely not

leona, jade, sebek

[kirans-underland]

I'll be honest: Rook is never on top. Never. Even if it's straight sex, he's being ridden. The ONLY exception to this rule is if he's asked to do the work. That's it.

Oh, and gay sex? Yeah there's cum up his ass. No changing my mind. This guy plays it cool and then crumbles at the first bit of pleasure. First he's, "Mon amour, I cannot promise to be gentle..." and then he gets some stimulation to his dick and he's all, "Please, please, I want to t-taste you!" Or, "Mon amour, please, I-I need you, I need you, I need- ah~" and that's if his mind hasn't melted to the point of being unable to articulate his thoughts.

Your honor he's pathetic and I'd ride him

anon… anon anon anon whoever you are we are getting married then I am eating your delicious brain like a praying mantis..

this is scrumptious..

~~~~~~ Rook would be the type to be in control of the making out.. to begin with. But as soon as your hand brushes over his crotch, all his resolve leaves him. He begins to whimper and beg you to remove his pants.

If you’re riding him, he’s a whimpering mess with hands everywhere. His hands grip your thighs, hips, the sheets, his own hair. He’s desperately trying to hang on to sanity. The warmth of your insides and the feeling of your skin bouncing off his is ecstasy. His hips weakly buck up against yours as tears brimmed his eyes.

“Please amour~.. hard.. please~ anything you like.. use me~”

If you were penetrating him, he’s a whole other level of pathetic. He’s laying prone on his stomach with his face buried in the pillows. His moans and whimpers are muffled into the pillow as you thrust into him from behind. Grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back and he may just start crying. But keep going, he loves it. Move your hand down to his neck and jaw to hold his head up and he’ll cum on the spot.

Rook sitting in your lap while you’re penetrating him. You don’t move and he pathetically rocks his hips against you. He needs you. He craves you. He wants to breathe you as if you are oxygen itself. The way to absolutely break him is to start stroking his cock in this position. The man starts to short circuit and shake like a leaf.

He will cum until he’s shooting nothing but blanks and will still beg for more.

Your honor he is pathetic and I need him.

[ryllen]

mischievous jade

[kirans-wonderland]

Only the Best Incentive

Trying to get your boyfriend to attend classes didn't go as you had planned.

mdni. cws: dubcon(?), public, light degradation, unprotected sex, fingering, edging, pussy job, creampie

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Why did you suggest this? It worked... but at what consequence?

Leona, your dear, sweet, pain in the ass boyfriend, almost never came to class. You had finally reached a breaking point with his disinterest and demanded he start attending his classes. Of course, all he did was roll over and dismiss your concerns with a lazy swish of his tail. Leona was like a fish who needed a baited hook. In your desperation you said something you thought would be enough of an incentive. His ears perked up and pupils dialated.

Lo and behold, the next day, there he was, seated next to you in the back of the class, during first period. As Trein drained on and on, all you could focus on was Leona's sharp eyes glancing at you and his rough palm on your thigh. There was an entire conversation that happened in these glances. A look of warning was met with a sly smile and a look of false innocence. His hand trailed further up your thigh. His fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You leaned forward on the desk, lightly biting your finger, regretting the decision to use this as an incentive to get him to attend class. His nimble fingers slipped underneath your skirt, his fingernails lightly scratched the plush skin. You had to bite back a noise as his fingers ran over a still sore hickey from a previous amorous night. Leona let out a quiet chuckle and held a finger up to his lips, telling you to be quiet teasingly.

You tried to keep your composure as you felt his fingers brush the outside of your panties. His fingers ran up and down, massaging the area. He put pressure on your clit under the thin fabric, snickering as he felt the fabric grow damp under his hand. He pushed the fabric to the side and ran his finger through your slit directly. You turned your gaze down to your notes, trying to hide your flustered face best you could. Leona made a soft scoff and tipped your chin up with his other hand. "Oh no no sweetheart, pay attention, you're in class~" He teased you quietly as his fingers stroked your outer lips and teased your dripping slit. "hmm.. already so wet?" He chuckled lowly. "You must be loving this. Doing something so naughty in class, surrounded by your friends. You dirty little bitch~" You stifled back a whimper as his finger sunk into your depths. You looked at him and his stupid shit-eating grin. He turned his gaze back to the professor, pretending like he wasn't knuckles deep in your core under the desk. You tried to pay attention best you could, hand shaking slightly as you took notes.

Just as you started to get comfortable with his finger inside, he added another. Feeling two of his long slender fingers dragging through and caressing your warm, wet insides caused you to let out a small noise. Hearing the noise, Epel turned around in the desk in front of you, raising an eyebrow to check if you were okay. You waved him off with a forced smile, reassuring you were fine; that it was nothing. Epel nodded and turned back around. "Shh~" Leona chastised with his same smirk.

Leona was being a little shit about his 'reward'. He didn't just finger you quickly then be done with it. Oh no. He was drawing it out. His fingers moved slow and deep, teasing you to the edge of bliss before pulling you back by stopping completely. The entire lecture he teased and edged you. You were desperate. Your cunt ached and your thighs quivered as you craved release. Suddenly, his fingers increased in speed and his thumb touched your neglected clit. He was finally going to let you cum. Again, you felt the pressure build inside you, closer and closer to bliss... then the bell rung. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them off and packed up. You were stunned. "Leona... what? He didn't even try to hide his smirk. "What? You said that if i came to class I could finger you. You never said i had to let you cum" That little bitch-

The rest of the day you couldn't get over your frustration and arousal. He had left you high and dry (wet). It was uncomfortable to sit through the rest of the day with this desperation. As soon as the final bell rang you hightailed it towards the Savanaclaw dorm. You were on a critical path, not stopping to even acknowledge Ruggie as you passed. You barged into Leona's room. closing the door hard and locking it. Leona, who was lazing on his bed, his tail swishing out of boredom, barely opened one eye to look at you before grumbling and rolling over so his back faced you. He was napping shirtless, as he often did, making it hard not to get distracted by the toned muscles of his back, flexing and shifting as he rolled over.

He was cute thinking he could ignore you right now. You walked over to his bed and pulled him onto his back, straddling his waist. You looked down at him with a glare. With lazy lids he looked up at you and his hands came to rest on your hips. "Oh? What's gotten into you little herbivore?" Your brows furrowed. "Don't you even start" He didn't stop you as you undid his belt and pants, leaving him only clad in boxers. "Did i get the herbivore all worked up?~" The shit-eating grin was back on his face. You didn't answer as you removed your skirt but left your panties on. You wanted to tease and edge him to madness like he had done to you earlier.

You began to rub your clothed cunt against his boxers. He leaned his head back with a smug smile, letting you. He believed that you were only desperate for your own climax. After seeing how little this clothed grinding affected him, you removed his boxers and your panties. You began grinding on him again. This time, your warm and slick cunt was against his bare cock. His dick slipped between your lower lips as you rocked. This caused Leona to groan in pleasure. You felt his cock stiffen as you rubbed up and down his his shaft. The slick from your weeping core making it easier and easier to grind on him. Your hands were behind you, bracing yourself on his thighs as you rocked over his everhardening cock. His groans became increasingly more frequent. "f-fuck" You could tell he was getting close. Just as he was about to cum, you stopped grinding and got off of him.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing herbivore?" You chuckled, looking for where you had thrown your panties to. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine." A low growl came from his throat. Before you could react he had grabbed your waist and you were pinned under him. His emerald eyes pierced through your soul. "Leona- AH~" His cock had thrusted inside your tight cunt before you could even finish your response. "You think you can deny me huh?" Your jaw hung open as he didn't hesitate to roughly pound you into the mattress. Not even a moan left your lips at the sudden and overwhelming pleasure. "Huh?!" Leona repeated harshly as he gripped your face. "N-no" You finally stuttered out. Leona didn't let up on his relentless, almost feral thrusting as he leaned in and stole a rough kiss. "Good" His tone was firm, almost venomous.

He grunted as he pushed one of your legs up, holding it tightly to get a whole new angle. You were almost seeing stars. Getting him frustrated was not a good idea... or was it? Broken moans spilled from your lips as his dick thrusted deep into your hole at an inhuman speed. Leona loved to see your fucked out expression, arching back and quivering thighs. "You wanted so badly to cum didn't you? Well.. cum. Cum." He ordered. Your body couldn't help but cooperate as you finally burst, adding more liquid to the puddle between your legs. Leona let out an animalistic growl as he felt your slick walls contract around him, milking him for all he is worth. He made one last deep thrust and painted your insides white while firmly holding your hips to his. He wanted to cum as deeply in you as he could.

He thrusts languidly a few more times before pulling out and collapsing on your chest. You grunted under his weight. "Never deny me again" You went to complain that it was unfair he could do it but you couldn't to him. "But-" "I was trying to nap before you came in love" That was the end of the conversation. He was asleep on your chest. His tail was coiled around your thigh. You sighed and put a hand on his bare back. You were stuck under the weight of your boyfriend. His cum was slowly dripping from your messy but finally relived cunt as you drifted off to sleep.

[eclecticprincecollector]

Desi!yuu and Jamil (part 1)

Jamil: This dish is something that you made! Yuu: No, it made it self!...Of course I made it you fool! Jamil: But...I thought.... Yuu: That what? Kalim wouldn't go crazy for anyone else's food because he has yours. Jamil: ( with a scowl) yes No, I just need the recipe and I'll be on my way becau- Yuu: ( slamming the door on his face) No.

The context here is that Kalim falls in love with Yuu's dum aloo ( a desi dish that's vegetarian (made of potatoes )) and refuses to eat any of Jamils remakes ( it's nice but it is not the same!). Jamil comes to find out he tried this mystery dish from Yuu's lunch box, which leads us to the present conversation.