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NSFW SIDEBLOG to @hatt1tude, featuring only Kamiya Haru, Ryang Suk-Chul and Uyehara Koike. 20+ or bye. Nothing is canon to the main blog unless discussed & tagged as such. Primarily a means of experimenting with the adult cast of my novel in an intimate setting. Might veer heavier on abstraction / atmospherics / sensory metaphors as opposed to direct description.
KINKY / ROUGH SMUT PROMPTS
CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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HARU EDITION (updated. )
USFW PREFERENCES. bold = yes. bold + italic = favorite. italic = conditional. struck through = never.
High | Drabble | Tyler x Onyx McConnell
Summary:
Tyler ends up in a unique sitatuion with Onyx ( @hatt1tude ) Word Count: 3109
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍? That was the question of the hour as he sat in a chair with his hands tied behind his back and a blindfold covering his eyes. With his senses dulled, he could smell and hear everything. from the scent of the candles he lit after cleaning before Onyx came over to feeling the rope fibers on his skin. However, despite the situation, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Oh yeah, sunday. Beware knife-play re: haru. ciao.
there is no proper origin as to where his feelings may be placed: haru's reaction is not uncharacteristic, and still dae-ho is uncertain how to parse it. if he should dare press upon the intrigue pooling in his gut / an unspecified curiosity as to how pleasant haru found the photo. all was said and done, and there was no shame left to rip away from his blunder. no one primes their physique in hopes of hiding it away from the world. even when muscle definition is wrestled through hard labor and not merely the preening of a complimentary gym, isn't wanting the attention something natural ?
( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): You dont have to apologize, I dont mind
a tentative breath in follows. why does he do this ? it could be written off from a logical standpoint — haru received a text message, and the natural urge is to gauge its contents. but, greedily, dae-ho wants to know more. it takes a moment to put words to further response, thinking it through, overthinking it in turn. new territory. no map, no compass. merely the desire to explore where he'd never gone before: behind his phone screen, it is safer.
( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): Pleasant?
HE WANTS PRAISE. Dae-ho may be unaware, but Haru's doesn't come with any flattery. It is the simple truth coined into something just as simplistic, but earnest. The way a rain drop finds your cheek. It's small, unobtrusive, almost, if it's the only one, but it is exactly what it is. There's little reason for him to colour it otherwise.
He types to the melody flowing from his phone. Some violent rock song he finds gentle in its lyrics. Melancholy, almost, though he is not. He would rather say it with a face intact, some real look into eyes to hammer in the truth of it, but he is not so actionable as to interrupt his night for it.
TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : it's a good sight.
He does not mention that, from his standpoint, the angle was not perfect. It's a criticism he sees no reason in putting to words, really, when he had easily followed the trail. It is, regardless, a good sight. And he wonders whether Dae-ho had already known this, or if the affirmation was more required than he had thought.
TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : you are.
the flexing is not what's foreign to him. a ministration, more than any, that feels natural: the gesture of feeling brawn tense tense stands almost as a comfort, seeing his capability and competence manifested in human form. what is unfamiliar is the digital canvas through which vivisection may take place. to fully analyze the bulk of muscle that defines his bicep, scant attention put towards his softened midsection and the path of hair that peeks from beneath his lifted tee. could he view himself as everyone else did ? was it possible to sneak a glimpse into the efficacy of the ruse ?
as usual, cognizance is split betwixt every angle that tugs relentless — intake he must stay on top of, a sister bemoaning a tryst that should have never come to be, an old acquaintance pilfering aid in moving some kind of furniture dae-ho doesn't care enough to recall. he's glad the responsibility falls onto the thew of his shoulders: if not him, then who ? but... reluctant as he is to ever verbalize the toll, it gets to him. a gradual ascension of pressure, always threatening to burst.
silent hum of notification tethers him back in reality, blinking once, twice, feeble in making sense of what he reads. ( it should conjure more trepidation in him, he thinks. significantly, it doesn't. )
( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): Ahhhh ( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): Sorry 😅😅 ( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): Wasnt meant for anyone, I was just taking them ( 📲 KAMIYA HARU. ): New to that kind of thing, clearly
AH. That is sensible, then. Perhaps rather reckless of Dae-ho, but he appears to be taking it in some stride, if Haru were to assess his response. He doesn't do it voluntarily, but there is a passive thought of 'fair' dangling somewhere at the end of his psyche, along with the double-edged consequence of his vivid memory.
TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : 👍
The apology is one he assumes he should return. In that he, the unintended the recipient, had looked. Slowly, it evokes a typing indicator. A rather prolonged one, though only by virtue of his pace, and an interruptive call ignored for the obnoxious woman on the other end. No, he is not interested in a degrading photoshoot of a man in his care. At the moment, he finds it sufficient to leave her to her hopes and respond.
TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : i looked for a moment. TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : sorry. pleasant.
nsfw fact of today, uh ---- um. uh. um.
also lil baby pre-established plotting call so we know how the hell these memes are happenin'
@notmarine : 「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image. daeho happy trail……. 🙂↕️🙂↕️
THE SUDDEN BUZZ of unforeseen contact. Mountains of muted chatrooms pile beyond the blip of whatever has just been sent - over who had even sent it, really, let alone what it might be. What supersedes it upon click into interface is an UYEHARA KOIKE that pummels through boundaries straight into detailed accounts of strife and struggle. Far too aged a contact to trigger the buzz - long left on mute. Which explains why KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) underneath her emboldens to mark some unseen text. An image. Just a minute ago.
It's easy to presume MAE would be somewhere in there, as he nudges the chatroom open. No other kind of image would warrant sending, yes? ( AH. ) Or not. He has to blink to confirm it. Perhaps his lack of sleep has caught up to him in some way, but ... no. Straight exposure to the cornea, trail instinctively followed where it ends with the frame. He figures there are TWO LIKELY PREMISES HERE : accidental and intentional. The latter would bring to question his read on Dae-Ho's repression. The former would mean Haru has just seen something he should not. This inspires him to evade provocation and close the image. RESPECT comes first, no matter how the end of his neck may feel about the matter.
Then, the simplest solution : direct inquiry.
TXT -> KANG DAE-HO ( SHEL. ) : is that meant for me?
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . Set the stage for lingering touches, stolen glances, and words laced with double meaning. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: tension, teasing & unspoken desire.
✧ › HEAT & TEASING .
My muse runs their fingers along your muse’s wrist absentmindedly, tracing slow, lazy circles.
My muse leans in, their breath warm against your muse’s skin as they whisper, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
My muse grabs your muse’s waist to steady them, but doesn’t move away immediately.
My muse catches your muse staring and smirks, tilting their head. “See something you like?”
My muse playfully tugs your muse’s necklace/tie/collar, pulling them just a little closer.
My muse brushes their lips against your muse’s ear as they murmur something just for them.
My muse traps your muse against a wall, eyes dark with something unreadable.
My muse challenges your muse to a game, but the stakes are… interesting..
✧ › FORBIDDEN ROMANCE .
My muse stops your muse in a dark hallway, their voice barely above a whisper. “If anyone sees us—”
My muse shoves your muse against a wall, breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
My muse lingers at your muse’s door, knowing they shouldn’t be here. “One last time. That’s all.”
My muse runs a hand down your muse’s arm before pulling away. “We can’t keep doing this… but I don’t want to stop.”
My muse is forced to work with your muse, pretending there’s nothing between them.
My muse warns your muse to stay away, but the way they look at them says otherwise.
My muse kisses your muse in the shadows, knowing full well what it would cost them if they were caught.
sorry dash. love you dash. I'm done now ... see ya on sunday.
THERE'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT about not picking her partner out of a slot machine. That casino-level pungency of thick acidic metal gagging spite and squalor ... evades her here in favor of something more sublime. Control is heaven, but there are, she reckons, many modes of it. Pinning Miriam to the backrest was one, especially with how she chooses to loom over the woman and strike her arms where they would be single-bar cages. Look at Miriam. Those eyes of hers - so big, so glossy, like they're not just as wild as they are beautiful. Koike doesn't need more bars.
In fact, the current pair goes bent, elbows descending as she musters proximity - always a whiff too much of it, here, there, everywhere. The scent of her cherry-pop lipstick laces the steady breath grazing Miriam's cheek. She stamps a simple kiss first, a stain in its wake, before deliberate poltergeist progression drifts leftward to ear. It asks, in all of its withholding, for longing - for question: oh, what will she possibly say? "You're almost too pretty, Mimi. Freaky pretty." A tilt, angle adjusted as chest finds another. It's all pressure, pressure, pressure.
@sunmad : [ EAR ] : the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe. // for Koike
What crawls between Koike's skin and muscle is propelled into her press against Miriam, and the way tongue teases earlobe with just a hint of its kindness before - MIRIAM's teeth plant something sharper in its stead. It feels ambiguous - will it hurt soon or will it not? The only way to know is to exist beyond the moment - which to Koike seems to drag into three, four, five of its kind, blending Miriam into her and her into Miriam. In it, she gives one sharp puff of nose. "Cheeky girl." She seems to giggle, bring her face over for better view of her amusement. One of the bars returns to arm status and the palm of it cups Miriam's face. "Want one o' mine?"
@wcrldcfvtlvs : [ MASTURBATE ] ; Haru catches Tyler masturbating. 8) have fun with this
PERHAPS HE SHOULD HAVE been more privy to this from the faint nature of the smoke. It's an easy guess to make, now that he stands straight before it. But there is also the understandable failsafe of preparing for the worst. The possibility of Tyler being in some waning distress was still at large, there, before Haru had opened the door.
The sight gives him relief, first and foremost. Little more than that is present in his baby bambi stare, which only strays away from Tyler in consideration for him. Who knows? Perhaps he might find embarrassment in an otherwise natural position. It would do them little service for Haru to disregard that, then, though he doesn't quite leave. The rabbit isn't quite able to step away from this particular carrot, respectful as it may be about the hayfield within which they both linger. His nape is rigid, the simmer of icy burn at the tipping point of its ignition. It doesn't hurt yet, but it can. Though with Tyler present it could very much swing by the realm of the contrary.
OKAY. A cuniculus twitch of head precedes what is otherwise a glance in the door's direction. It's the most reasonable place to look - whether it winds up locked or a simple exit path, it will be used. " ... want help?" A clear offer, from Rabbit to Lion as though the former cares little for its proverbial size. Taken or left, it will have been there in the wild.
@wcrldcfvtlvs : [ KITTEN ] ; Dagon calls Sukchul ‘kitten’. ( provokingly in the moment )
... WHAT? "Kitten?" Murmured like a slur, nose wrinkling in the wave of disgust and, yes, offense overcoming the otherwise composed. He finds his head tilting against its will - ironically in like to a cat, though not quite with the innocence of a kitten ( KITTEN? SERIOUSLY? ) In what realm is he - RYANG SUK-CHUL - a kitten? No, this won't do.
He grips a fistful of hair, yanking the other's head to his own shoulder with a click of tongue cued in between. "The psych ward is right around the corner, Dagon." The warmth of breath upon skin is entirely futile in the wake of his arctic lips. The Atlantic quivers in the dismay of icicles and frozen corpses lacing the very mettle of Suk-Chul's skin ... and he finds the tip of Dagon's neck with lips that speak of this, teasing it with the ghost of a touch. A FOX is made, then, primed with the best of its polished claws and the malicious sway of its honey-smooth voice - a husk to it all. Even his eyes slit when irises drag to preview the man. "Kitten, really?"
Bitter winding inspires fingertips to swipe along Dagon's spine, interweaving with the texture of his skin before IN SINK THE FOX'S CLAWS, and drag their ends down to the center of his back. They only stop to further curl into flesh, as though burrowing for whatever lay beneath. The vixen quality is not lost when he drawls. "Watch your tongue."
