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[twstafterdark]

Welcome

Welcome one, welcome all to Bean’s corner! Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the wonderful atmosphere here in this lounge. I am your host, Lily, and I hope you all have a wonderful time here!

Please consider the following:

This lounge is only reserved for R18 writing! If you’re under 18, I strongly advise you not to try the risqué recipes.

All AUs (except for holiday celebrations) will be posted here as a creative outlet outside my writing proxy.

Although, this is a NSFW blog, please note I still maintain my standards with 5 characters per headcanons and 3 characters per scenario for requests.

I’m an adequate writer - please be patient with me! I’m a pure child in the core, but I am willing to extend my brainrot to the horni.

In terms of first years and second years: yes, they’ll be aged up (but I will not allow Ortho and Cheka)

Kinks are good (as long as we’re good and clear)

Don’t ask for the following:

songfics

oc-related content

unhygenic matter

non-con

Please note that I will tag my posts accordingly for any triggers that may come with the content.

As for AUs, these will be tagged SFW/NSFW (depending on what it is), but you may ask me anything about them~!I look forward to having a splendid time here and writing~!

[twstafterdark]

Give Me More

Author's note: inspired by that ONE frame of Mr. Trey Clover that has irrevocably changed me.

Content: established relationship | foreplay | Trey eating [Reader] out | gender neutral

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

“Stay still for me, [Reader].”

Trey’s familiar voice anchors you to your senses, the warmth of his hands holding your thighs down. Cold air tickles your skin, soft whimpers trickling from your lips. Pleasure came excruciatingly slow, jolting up your body as Trey’s breath fans over your core, his lips so close but yet so far.

“Trey…”

You mumble under the haze of pleasure, your hand seeking his presence.

“I’m here, [Reader],”

comes the assured response, you could only hear a slight chuckle from him, as your hand lands on his forearm.

“I’m here,”

He repeats, this time, with a softer tone. You catch a glimpse of his moss-green hair between your legs, veins outlining his toned forearms, ones that labored in the kitchen and poured love into his work, and his defined and broad shoulders, a sight that makes you dizzy from just looking at his back. Yet, there you were, laid bare with your core exposed to him. Out of all the times you’ve been together, it was mostly cuddles, kisses, and little flirtations, but this - being eaten out was new for the bedroom. A step forward, you think, as Trey had admittedly been craving something ‘sweet’, and that ‘sweetness’ was not the type one would find in the kitchen, but rather the ‘sweetness’ from you.

“Feeling nervous, [Reader]?”

Trey teases, placing kisses along your ankles. Admitting it was the last thing you wanted to do, Trey could take it as a no and instantly back off, but you wanted this, a step forward in your relationship together, especially with something as intimate as this. Matter of fact, that nervousness was more like excitement.

“Not at all, Trey. I’m all yours,”

Your expressed consent was enough to elicit a smirk on Trey’s lips. He parts your legs even wider, exposing the fruit he had been seeking this whole time. His hands seek yours, fingertips lacing together in a tight embrace as pleasure surges sharply up your body - an enticing sensation that borderline on addicting.

Any trace of reason you had quickly faded away, incoherent moans slipping from your lips. Trey’s grip only tightens as he laps every morsel of your essences greedily, tasting your juices.

“Trey!”

Pleasure leaves you gasping, your hips seeking more of it.

“You taste so good, [Reader]. Stay still for me.”

You hear Trey from the other side, his voice only escalating the pleasure. His breath felt too close for comfort, the perfect spot where Trey wanted you. Strong hands trace on your hips, firmly locking you in place.

“That’s it, you’re doing great, [Reader].”

He coos, the grip on your thighs tightening. Moans slip past your lips like a sieve as Trey laps up your essence hungrily, his moans mixing in with yours in a sordid musical. You repeat his name wantonly, your core seeking more of him. Just as you wanted more, your body gives way, unleashing what you thought would be a surge of liquids but your body shudders, seeking no one other than Trey’s touch. You wanted him more than anything, and his tongue wasn’t doing enough to ease the insatiate hunger in your midst.

“Trey…”

You gasp in between breaths, a hand outstretched for your boyfriend.

“Please,”

You don’t have to wait for his response, a tent forming between his pants. He shifts your body against his, your lips clashing in a dance of frivolous pleasure.

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his weakness

author's note: ok, book 7 ace got my brain bubbling about. and wowwwww, ace's dream got me nearly cryin'

content: aged up ace | yes it's nsfw | subtle dom + sub dynamics

Ace would proclaim that he could dom in bed, insisting that he can take care of you while you can sit back and relax while he does the work. You highly doubt it, noting his mischievous smirk implied something else. His lingering gaze betrays him - just when he could inch forward, you had already taken control of him, pinning him down with a hand on his chest.

“I’ll take care of the rest, Trappola.” The look you gave him brought forth a foreign sensation down his loins. Your initiation dashed any effort for a cheeky remark. You regard your lover with a look, one that sought his consent before proceeding. He nods, his hands hovering over your hips.

In one swift movement, pleasure erupts between your bodies, low moans rumbling from your lips as your bodies crave for deeper connection; Ace tightens his grip on you while you seek his tool to go deeper.

You can fathom a whimper from Ace as you press on, whispered pleas to never stop, the warm tint of his skin reddening each passing second. As the onset of pleasure approaches, his groans become more frequent, more guttural, more desperate. His gaze was lovestruck, hazy, and bewitched by your administrations that he could only whisper your name. He squeezes your hips, his voice giving way to a shudder as his body uncoils.

Watching him grapple before you was a sight only you could see - the duality of a cheeky boy teasing his classmates with a carefree smile, and a boy who melted under your touch and your control. As you two slowly recover from your high, you gift your lover a quick kiss on the lips, whispering a little joke only the two of you share.

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Silver's Trepidations

Author's note: long time, no horny! Have yourself some headcanons- ya boy is currently binge reading book 7, so we're getting some rot!

Content warning: silver is of age | no sexual relationship | masturbation | ambiguous dynamic

Through training and hard work, Silver maintained a strong sense of discipline, keeping himself in check in both his studies and physical activities. He, despite these practices, was still a growing boy, at times, feeling a hot sensation trickling down under from time to time. Lilia said that it was only natural for a growing boy to have this - and the best way to relieve it was some ‘alone time’ - whatever that meant. So, he experimented, rubbing one off when no one was looking.

The first time he had masturbated was a moment of unsurmountable bliss. Each stroke etched closer to a nerve he never thought existed before, his breath trembling from each stroke. He dare to think of an image, a raunchy picture already coming to mind - succulent legs, a flushed expression, a familiar voice crying his name from pleasure. Such imagery was enough for him to burst, relief coursing through his body in streaks and his mind elsewhere. There he was, plastered from self-pleasure.

Once the sensation faded, shame fell upon him like a pile of bricks - did he just picture [Reader], whom he considered to be a close friend and someone who wished to court, in a risque context? If only he could reverse this sequence of events and apologize to them immediately. It was deplorable to say the least, and well, though his conscience weighed in the option of telling, he chose not to tell, to bury this secret to the grave until he was ready.

[twstafterdark]

wait a minute..

After dark… twstafterdark…

You play Stardew valley mods?

Hey hey hey! Thank you for asking!

I actually haven’t heard nor played stardew valley prior making to this nsfw blog, so it’s probably a coincidence when connecting the dots~

Though, recently, I’ve been playing the game but not to the extent of playing said mods… [it’s my first play through, really…]

[twstafterdark]

My Command

content warning: borderline nsfw | inappropriate usage of unique magic/signature spell

Summary: you and Jamil wanted to spice things up in the bedroom and put his magic into use.

“Are you sure about this, my love? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

Eyes the hue of molten chocolate meet with yours, a gentle hand gliding over yours in concern. You squeeze his hand in response, excitement sparkling in your tone.

“Of course, Jamil. I’ll do anything.”

The spark of danger lights up in his eyes.

“Anything?”

You place yourself closer to your significant other, a position that illustrates your submission crystal clear. Jamil’s breath hitches upon seeing you beneath him - for years, he had experienced being the one heeding the call of his master, to attend his master’s needs and wants, to grant their wishes within the blink of an eye. With [Reader] before him, this was dangerously intimate: satiating his dark desires to be called ‘Master”. Of course, you insisted and consented, wanting to escalate things in the bedroom in a more profound way. He lets a smile befall his lips, a gentle hand tilting your chin.

“[Reader], come here.”

Under the haze of darkness, your body laxes, your eyes dully gazing upon Jamil’s.

“Yes, Master.”

You heed his order, movements swift and seamless as though one were a cat, leaning dangerously close to Jamil, the darkness casting a dangerous atmosphere. Parched he was, as if he had trekked many a distance under the scalding sun. His fingers comb through your locks, his thoughts venturing into the realms of debauchery and lust.

“You sly, little doll.”

He coos, his voice barely a whisper, closing the distance. Your lips catch onto his, earnest and seeking, as if to satiate your master’s needs as much as you can. Before, moments like these would have slow kisses, hands traveling down to unravel the folds of pleasure from one’s being. Now, under the guise of his unique magic came a different story; your movements were controlled, desperate, as you sought his attention.

“Kiss me more, [Reader].”

Jamil bids. Your lips trace every inch of him, from his jawline to his Adam’s apple, each kiss planting a seedling of fire in his loins. It wasn't until the last kiss upon his lips that snapped his resolve.

“My love, are you ready?”

The haze upon [Reader]’s eyes dispels, where they fathom an inexplicable expression upon Jamil’s handsome features.

“Of course, my dear Master."

A dangerous light dances upon their lips, one that further entices Jamil more.

[twstafterdark]

Moments After

Author's note: Happy late Valentines! lmao

Topic: what would the boys do after sex? // very indulgent, perhaps OOC (whoops)

NSFW under da cut! You've been warned!

Azul Ashengrotto

After a steamy session together, the two of you lay in quiet bliss, basking in each other’s presence, smiles curling on your lips. Your bodies, fresh from the session of lovemaking, emanate intoxicating warmth and urges to return to lovemaking almost breaking reason.

“Come here, [Reader].” Azul’s voice pierces the tension, sensual yet commanding. You heed his word, shifting closer to him. Tendrils of light from the ocean blue cast Azul’s profile into one of sultry eye candy, something from a painting. You couldn’t resist a gesture, your lips landing pliantly on his cheek.

“[Reader].” Your lover chides a sheepish smile on his lips. You let out a chuckle, ready to tease him even more when he reciprocates the gesture on your lips. Bested by the man, you let a pout grace your lips as he had seemingly become the victor of the exchange. Nevertheless, you kept close to him, your eyes tracing every detail of his body - from the purplish scales hidden in his human body to his off-white locks tinged silver in the moonlight.

You were infatuated, in love with the man before you that you didn’t notice a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, itching you closer to Azul. Warmth breath tickles the curvature of your neck as lips find purchase onto your clavicle. Gorgeous eyes, tinged with lust, stare at you back as Azul’s lips find purchase on your clavicle. “Mine.” He whispers with a note of finality, planting yet another kiss on your lips.

Jade Leech

The aftermath of sex washes over you in a tide of cool air; remnants of warmth ebbing away from your being as Jade peels himself from your figure. You move oh-so-slightly, seeking more of his seed - yet he was already off the bed, his iconic smile on his lips. “Please rest, my dear. I will be with you shortly.” Yet, ‘shortly’ would mean an eternity in your words. You craved more of him, and he wasn’t going to go away so easily.

As soon as you afford to budge, jolts of pain shoot across your hips, leaving you temporarily immobilized. Curse Jade and his endless stamina, you let out a pained groan, now chained to the bed for his supervision.

As promised, your lover returns from the bathroom, holding a bottle of lotion and a moist towel. “Stay still, beloved.” He doesn’t hide that smirk of his very well as he watches your figure from the bed. You dare not voice out your complaints, knowing very well that the slimy eel did a lot of damage to your body, hickeys decorating your skin in patches of purple, red, and blue; your lips were incredulously swollen from years of kissing, and your organ throbbing and leaking streams of seed.

Serves him right to pamper you, you thought to yourself - this opportunity is perfect timing for him to spoil you afterward. “Sorry, my love.” He coos, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I didn’t mean to go overboard.” Knowing very well that he wasn’t quite sincere, you almost chucked a pillow at his direction. Just before you can make a move on him, the cool, familiar sensation of lotion on your skin shocks you back to reality, following a pair of strong hands stroking away every knot in your body.

Silver

Fatigue enraptures your body the moment of release passes by, your organ throbbing from below. You cling onto consciousness, the spell of sleep oh-so-tempting to your drooping eyelids. Your lover, Silver, catches on quickly, already hoisting you to the bathroom where a warm bath had been prepared after the occasion.

He makes sure to pepper your face in kisses, showering you with affection as soon as your body dips into warm waters, relief coursing through your being. Silver follows suit, placing you onto his lap as you two bask in the bath.

Silver adds aromatics, a bath bomb, and even lights a candle, all the while as he lets you relax, your eyes following his every movement. Lastly, as a sort of conclusion to his doings, he plants a kiss to your cheek, a magical spell that casts a smile on your lips.

“You’re so sweet, Silver.” The cheesy yet endearing gesture melted your heart right away, the moments of sex making way to something tender. Silver merely places his head on your shoulder, a tender smile dancing on his lips. “All for you, my dear princess.” Such words merited a kiss on the lips, romance drifting amongst the waters.

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The type of lover to..

Author's note: Happy New Year, everyone! Hope you've all had a wonderful holiday with lots of celebrations and resolutions! Let's start off the year with a little horny, shall we?

Leona Kingscholar

he is the type who watches you writhe under his touch, his ears pricking up a soft cry from your lips. His fingers open you wide, tendrils of juice dripping down his knuckles, a poignant scent lingering. He takes his sweet time pleasuring you, watching you

“Cry more for me, sweetheart.” He leans his weight against you, his warm breath doing wonders to your body as a shiver trembles down your body. “Please, Leona..” Your voice comes out weakly as the tides of pleasure wash you by from his touch. You glimpse a smug grin dancing by his lips as he quickens his advances, pleasure intensifying.

Your knuckles whiten from gripping the sheets, hot wet tears bordering the corner of your eyes as you fathom climax. You cry out his name, seeing bits of white dash along your vision.

As the euphoric fog fades, you glimpse a smirk on your lover’s lips, his gorgeous eyes conveying an insatiable hunger. He doesn’t wait, propping your legs up on your shoulders as he lowers himself onto your pulsating organ.

You whisper meekly, tendrils of warmth lacing in between your fingers. Leona’s lips thin to reveal fangs hunger for something more - His eyes align to yours, waiting for your call. “[Reader], whenever you’re ready.” Before you was a man whose dominance was absolute, his haunches ready to feast upon his lover in a heartbeat, yet he waits - your words a gateway to fulfilling his desires.

Jade Leech

Whimpers trail from your lips in a colorful prayer as you clench onto Jade’s unoccupied hand, his other hand making magic to your body as pleasure surges into your being in waves. Profane noises sound in your ears, liquid spewing out from his fingertips in ribbons as you unfold tension from your body.

Jade doesn’t hesitate to answer your unspoken woes, giving you deep and passionate kisses to assuage the euphoria. Your fingers find purchase on the angle of his jawline, your gaze aligning to the young man. “Jade, I want you..” The orgasm left you a certain kind of emptiness, your organ pulsating for something more.

A gold eye glows following an indiscernible smile, Jade answers your call with a pliant “As you wish, my love.” - his cool voice sending shivers down your spine. The anticipation palpable, you wish for him and him alone. With a strong hand, he props you against the bed, your belly against the sheets.

You hear a click of a bottle opening and closing and a cold sensation of lotion on your skin. A hiss escapes your lips as soon as cold fingers massage your skin in sensual circles. You couldn’t simply wait - you shoot a glare back to him, impatience teeming on your pout.

“Patience, my love.” Jade coos once more, his fingers lathering upon skin. You answer back with a whine as warmth returns to your nether regions, his fingers itching dangerously close to your sex. Though you wanted more than just his fingers, this little massage was sorely needed. Yet, he bid his time until you were fully ready for him.

Malleus Draconia

He keenly watches your figure as you give in to his kiss, a languid affair that elicited soft moans from you. The thought of teasing your body passes, yet he doesn’t indulge in such folly. He holds you close, cooing softly in your ear.

You cling onto him, seeking refuge after an intense bout of pleasure seeps from your body. “Would you like me to stop?” The fae asks you softly, watchful eyes gazing upon your trembling figure. You gather yourself, fathoming a thought or two from your bewitched state. “No, Malleus, keep going..”

This encouragement from you comes as a surprise for Malleus = it seemed that he underestimated your endurance. To answer your urges, he lets his lips connect with yours, lapping up every bit of your taste before letting his hands travel down your body.

You could only encourage him to keep going, pleasure returning with a vengeance. A chuckle rumbles from Malleus, as his hand travels further downwards into your throbbing organ. You could only anticipate his touch, opening your legs for more stimulation.

“You’re all ready for me, aren’t you, my dear?” His deep voice whispers sweetly against your ear. Such tenor elicits more response from you as you grind against his body. “Please, Malleus, I want you.” Lust darkens his eyes as his smile merely widens. “As my dear wishes me to.” With a hand wrapped around your waist, he lets you fall on the bed, his form dominating you into another kiss.

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Aftercare

Author's note: ever wondered what they do after a session?

Content: a little bit of rot was placed here | slight graphic language | post-nut moment lmao

Sebek Zigvolt

The many times, Malleus and Lilia drilled into his head to treat the intimacy between him and his lover with utmost respect; to enshrine his lover’s body as soon as the act was done. Such lessons manifested itself onto Sebek’s conscious, his body already moving to the tissues, the tender kisses down your body, and sweet whispers tickling your skin. 

He asks for your wellbeing, his eyes basking in your afterglow as you regard him with hazy eyes. A while ago, the young man was on the verge of tearing up, clinging to you tightly in desperation, his rhythm passionate yet profoundly deep. Minutes ago, you were screaming out his name, gripping the sheets tightly as intense pleasure shook you to your core, Sebek’s being shuddering behind you as he groans a sigh. 

You watch him mutter whispers of love, his gaze sweeping upon your body as he wipes you clean, his touch gentle yet light. Following a pattern of hickeys from the throes of passion, Sebek leaves a trail of kisses on your body, doses of pleasure spreading across your numb body as you cave in before his touch. One couldn’t properly describe the beauty that was before him - sensual yet vulnerable in his eyes as you beckon your lover to your arms once again. 

He restrains himself, not wanting to abandon his duty to ensure you’re properly cared for before joining you in the after of what was passionate lovemaking. He had to ensure that every crevice in your body was spotless, not a sight of excretion on the surface of your body. 

Only then did he see your spotless body return to your arms, warm satisfaction bathing him as he watches you smile. His arms find your waist, a familiar sensation as he nestles next to you, now fully recovered from lust’s spell. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, the fires of love ever burning in his heart.

Rook Hunt

Rook is a self-proclaimed expert of cleaning up, his enigmatic nature even permeating to the bed. He finds ways to ensure the best quality of care after the deed, ensuring you don’t have to go through the trouble of cleaning yourself. Many find it troublesome, but he finds this chore entertaining. 

As you recover from climax, you can fathom feathery kisses ghosting on your skin, bringing goosebumps from where he’d mark you. You coax him to stop, but he doesn’t let up, singing whispers of passion by your skin as he massages your body. 

Your groans music to his ears, Rook proceeds to tease you even more, stirring your loins aflame as he sensually touches every corner of your body, deftly cleaning remnants of sex from your being. Your senses, dulled from before, hone in on his touch, pleasure following afterward. 

Though your body weary, something about Rook’s touch spurred you alive, wanting to go for another round as your bowels sought nothing but the shape of Rook’s cock. Desperation weaves your words in pleas as you cling onto him, pleasure seizing your body once more. 

Seeing this predicament, Rook can only take this as his fault; he simply had too much fun with cleaning you up. He can only keep going, ensuring his lover was satisfied until fatigue came of them. The real clean up can wait. 

Leona Kingscholar

Lazy may describe this man with his usual habits, but he is quite meticulous in the way of bed. One minute, he was fucking you crazy on the sheets; the next minute, your body completely lathered in lotions, oils, and rose water after a session, your orifices wiped clean of excrement. 

His touch, before rough and desperate, now conveyed a tenderness that you didn’t expect from him. You lean to his touch, feeling his warmth through his fingertips. Leona revels in the sight of you as he partakes in cleaning you, his eyes greedily scouring the hickeys and marks he left, blotches of red and purples his signature on the canvas of your body.

You feign surprise as Leona makes himself scarce as he implements this regiment onto you, He shakes this gesture as a common practice for lovers in his homeland, how partners often use such aromatics to soothe the bruises and hickeys and heal the body after a session. 

You thought this as a sweet gesture, knowing that this feline had a soft side with you. The urge to tease was strong, yet you kept that thought to yourself, knowing very well that he won’t take kindly to your amusement. Besides, your fatigued body needed rest, and Leona took the time and space to ensure your body was healing after a passionate session. 

You can still feel his shape, your innards craving more stimulation - you watch Leona’s silhouette, his sensual gaze doing wonders to you as you feel another burst of energy. He senses this shift of energy, chiding you to rest as he imparts a kiss by your clavicle. In due time will he return to indulge in you, but for now, a nap was called for. 

[twstafterdark]

Kisses

Author's note: Ever wondered how he kisses you?

Content: established relationship | headcanons | suggestive but lowkey horny if you read between the lines

Malleus Draconia

Kisses to Malleus are like pecks on the cheek, endearments on the forehead, and light sniffles on locks of hair. Such gifts were imparted by Lilia, as the fae grew to the present day, to remind him that he was loved and cared for. These were then transferred as gifts to Sebek and Silver from when they were children, from Malleus and Lilia, to which the same sentiment was shared so they wouldn’t be afraid to love. 

Kisses, for Malleus, meant imparting something more than familial love; love that went beyond his familial ties with Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but a profound craving of you that consumed his very being. He thought of how to approach you on the topic of love, watching your lips part as you spoke. 

He thought of how to kiss you - should he steal your breath away with a singular kiss, or should he approach you softly, letting your lips naturally meet into a gentle lock? Such thought occupied the fae’s mind as he glimpsed your eager smile. 

He sweeps you off your feet, watching moonlight bathe your silhouette with bright light. He indulges himself to you, hungrily seeking your taste with his forked tongue. You let out a surprised gasp, opening your mouth slightly ajar for him to take in every corner of your mouth. 

He takes pleasure in your expression, his hand itching downwards to your waist to hold you close. You shiver in his arms, trying to catch up with his pace. Yet, he gives pauses, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispers words that can only be heard by you: “Child of man, may I partake in you for tonight?”

Floyd Leech

Floyd watches your figure reading a book, woefully thinking to himself on what to do to assuage his boredom. Surely, he can make do with himself and read a book too, but the boy had other ideas. “Nee, nee, [Reader]? Wanna try kissing?” 

Such a question startled you - what was Floyd doing with this? You perk an eyebrow to your partner, who merely gives you a toothy grin. Did he want to speed things up in your relationship, or was he simply pulling your leg? You put down your book, hoping for the latter. 

Entertaining Floyd being your forte, you consent to his whims, anticipating a light kiss on your lips. What you got instead was a kiss that felt like no other - one that was surprisingly gentle yet dominating, languid and steady. You feel a hand creep on your back as if to keep you steady and close to Floyd’s frame. 

You could feel yourself shivering from his kiss, your hands wandering to his shoulders. Floyd was taking control of the kiss, overwhelming you sweetly with a move you didn’t expect him to do. He pushes you onto the bed, entrapping your attention to the kiss as he lets his hands wander down your body. 

Heat rushes up your cheeks and ears as you notice the palpable tension between you and your lover. Dull copper and graphite stare at you, a toothy grin a haunting image of delight. “[reader], is today okay?” He asks, playful words dancing at his lips.

Rook Hunt

Rook was often one to give you kisses, whether it be kisses on the back of the hand or playful air ones that he’d send your way when you’d pass him by. He knew how to press your buttons, flustering you in the process when he’d impart you such gifts. 

At times, you’d ponder to yourself on how to reciprocate his love, thinking on what ways you can prove that you also love him back. Finally, you came to an ultimatum: giving him a kiss back. 

You thought to yourself, thinking that such a gesture would be unoriginal, but you perished the thought. This was you returning the favor to Rook, where he had to give you so much love, and in return, since you deemed it appropriate, was a kiss. 

Rook gives pause, feeling your lips land on his. Delight could best describe the warm sensation permeating throughout Rook - why his beloved had given him a kiss! Sure, you had taken him by surprise with such a gesture, but he was more than happy to reciprocate it nonetheless. 

He laces his fingers with yours, his other hand taking you by the small of your back as if he were assuming a waltz position and joining your lips to a dance of passion. He lets himself go to your pace, watching your reaction as he lets a tease or two into the kiss. Only then, do you lose breath, bringing forth a sliver of spittle to spill from your lips. 

[twstafterdark]

letting him dominate you

Author's note: we're back on the horny, folks! I was totally distracted exchanging hcs about the boys in bed, no sir lmao

Content: cowboy | doggy style | eating out | consent

Leona

Leona knows you by the back of his hand, watching for your every reaction as he itches deeper into you. The whimpers bubbling on your lips only fuel his drive to taint you even further, your core soaking wet and tight around his manhood. 

“Leona, please,” You muster a plea as you resemble some form of decorum. A devious smirk makes its way to your partner’s lips, “No can do; I’m only getting started.” He bucks up his hips, edging himself deeper into your core. An electrifying pulse of pleasure shoots up your body, meriting a yelp from you. 

You wrap your arms around his figure, your nails digging deep into the flesh of skin between his shoulder blades. The rhythm of your hips bouncing on his shaft synchronized against his hips, an addicting sensation that brought a harmony of pleasure between you and your love, the vulgar sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. 

“Leona, slow down!” You cry out, clinging hard to his shoulders. He doesn’t show any sign of stopping, accelerating his pace to one that elicited more cries from you, pleasure coming in waves. Your whimpers give way to cries - music to Leona’s ears. He doesn’t let up, watching you unravel under his spell. 

Only then did he cease his teasing, his seed sown deep inside you. Your body wavers, your legs turning into elly. Balance thrown asunder, you feel a pair of strong arms cradle you towards a supple chest, towards a sanctuary of herbal spice and rich fruit. You fathom a smirk from the man’s lips as he cradles you close. 

Sebek 

You can imagine the bruises forming on your waist as Sebek’s grip only tightens as he quickened his pace. Warmth in the form of droplets plop by your back, which you presume to be tears. You spare a quick glimpse, noting strands of minty-green locks clinging onto his forehead, his handsome features scrunching into an expression of scarlet, his fangs biting onto his bottom lips. 

“Sebek,” You reach over to him, a finger gently caressing his cheek. He opens his eyes, murky bronze orbitals piercing onto your silhouette. The tears falling from the corner of his eyes were enough to tell you what ailed the young man. He slows his pace, nuzzling against your hand as if heeding your call. 

“Sebek, my love,” You coo, wiping those tears with a thumb. The coax beckons him to your side, his head on your shoulder as you can feel him pulsate inside you. “You feel so good, [Reader], so good,” Sebek chokes in between sobs. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, ruffling the mess of locks that you’d normally see slicked back, his complexion a stark contrast from the straitlaced demeanor he’d impose in public. 

Before you could utter a word, a wet tongue licks the curvature between your neck and shoulder, fangs ghosting supple skin following light, sloppy kisses that light a fire down under. You could only let Sebek do his work, an intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain blossoming by your neck as he consumes your being. 

“I love you so much, [Reader], every single inch of you..” He whispers, his warm breath doing wonders against your skin as you fight the urge to kiss him back. A strong hand encircles your torso, keeping you close to Sebek’s warmth. Just as you are about to answer his call, a cry of pleasure replaces your words as you feel a strong pump against your being. 

Epel 

Bodily fluids spill onto the sheets as pleasure surges through your body in waves. “Epel ….” You can barely say the words, remnants of bliss lingering in your mind like a drug. The culprit of such answers back with a boyish chuckle, “[Reader], you’ve made a mess!” A whine gurgles from your lips as a warm tongue laps your numb organ. 

“Epel…” The smirk lingers on the pretty boy’s lips, “You want me to stop, sweetie?” He pecks at your inner thighs, biting onto the flesh of your inner thigh. His satisfaction grows tenfold for your mewls. You wanted the boy to stop, your organ barely holding on by a thread yet, you didn’t want the pleasure to stop. 

You gather some breath as you offer him a hug, “Aren’t you pent-up, sweetie?” That being said, you can glimpse the pulsating tool by his nether realm, a cheeky red in contrast to his snow-white complexion. Epel itches closer to you for a kiss on the lips, a heated one that only brings arousal to your core. 

“I wanted you to be ready for me,” He says, sapphire orbitals reflecting your silhouette. Before you, the beautiful boy you once knew and loved was no more; lithe hands prompt your legs upon broad shoulders, a dangerous look by his eyes, you could only brace yourself for what is to come. 

Your eyes follow his figure greedily as he gently guides his hips closer, his cock aligning to your core. “Take a deep breath for me,” Epel whispers in your ear, his voice another aphrodisiac to your body. You muster a soft smile to him, as you hug him close. “I’m all yours, Felmier.” With that, a flower burst open, entrapping Epel to everlasting pleasure.

Jamil 

The way he hoists up your leg as he pins you against the wall immediately sends flames down your core. His eyes betray a look that could only mean one thing: he wants you. The bulge outlined by the folds of his pants had you licking your lips, a hunger for him palpable. 

“Is today okay, [Reader]?” He asks, peppering kisses down your neck. You consent, grinding your hips against his mischievously. “You don’t have to ask; your ‘snake’ is begging for it today.” The young man could only give you a helpless look as he kissed you deeply. 

His kisses were hungry, sloppy, but all the more, enough for you to know how much love he was giving you. You give in to him, groans leaking out from your throat as your tongues dance in circles for dominance. A sliver of spit spills from your lips as you two gasp for breath. He peers down, a pool of precum leaking onto the fabric of his pants. 

Impatience best described his next move - the buckling of pants, fabric pooling past the ankles, one by one, particles of clothes making their way to the floor. “Ready?” Jamil inquiries, his fingers spreading your hole open, a mix of spittle and lotion dripping from the digits. 

“Ready when you are, Jamil.” You bare it all for him, anticipating the connection between you and your lover. He musters a small smile before latching onto your lips for another kiss, his hips inching closer and closer until you feel the tip prodding into your entrance. You cry out, a sweet groan sipping your lips. 

[twstafterdark]

A big boy deserves a treat

Author’s Note: Not me writing this while on my cycle and feeling horny…

Content: bj | riding | missionary

Jack

Jack, much to the envy of his peers, has the fattest cock in his whole dorm. He doesn’t really realize how big it is until one of his roommates checks him out on a bathroom run, turning the other way in silent disgrace. He didn’t think that his own manhood was that of a big deal, yet he was already embarrassed from circulating rumors.

As his lover, you were acutely aware of Jack's endowment; you'd catch him on a morning jog with his manhood outlined by the front of his pants. Such an image burns itself in the forefront of your mind, a warm sensation tingling in your nether regions.

The sheer sight of Jack’s member at full mast is more than enough to elicit a warm sensation by your nether region, veins pulsating a steady vigor, beads of precum dripping from the crevice. You find yourself licking your lips, ready to devour such cock into your being.

“Give it to me, Jack,” Your voice laces with lust as you open your legs for your lover to plunge his girthy length in. To say you were needy for Jack was an understatement; you craved his presence desperately, seeking his warmth like a plant seeking water. He closes in, plunging his manhood into you, eliciting muffled squeals from you as you nearly reach euphoria. Yet, he manages the tip, his face contorts to that of craven pleasure. “I’m coming in, [Reader].” Strong arms lock onto hips as he further sheathes himself deeper into your warmth. Tighter and tighter goes your grip as you can feel his entirety find itself into your being. You can’t help but gasp out his name, anticipating the moment he begins to rock his hips.

“You’re inside me, my love.” You venture a smile, tracing the connection between you and Jack, the tool pumping inside you. Jack returns the smile, nuzzling against your cheek as he leaves a gentle kiss by your shoulder. ”I’m going to move now.” Sensing nothing but the thrilling ride of pleasure, you lock your legs behind his back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, all with a dangerous look on your features. “Give me all of it, my love.”

Trey

Trey has a delicious dick that faintly tastes and smells like vanilla, that his lover would deepthroat it all just for a taste. Matter of fact, he loves the feeling of his cock in your mouth, pleasuring warmth sending shivers down his spine. He didn’t really talk much about his livelihood in the sheets; rather, he’d prefer if you didn’t have to point it out all the time - he gets flustered when you start admiring his manhood and kiss every itch of it. The moment you take in all of him in your mouth, Trey lets out a deep, guttural groan, your warmth catching him by surprise.

Your tongue a sort of magic playing with his tool, Trey shudders under your spell, a string of curses rolling from his lips as he feels you teasing his length with vigor. A sneaky hand grasps at your throat, feeling for your lover’s girth as you widen your jaw for Trey. Strong hands grip your head tightly, keeping you at bay from whatever devious behavior you might do to him. You clasp onto his hips, letting him fuck your mouth with vigor, enrapturing his cock with nothing but your gaping lips and tongue.

“[Reader], I’m cumming!” He bucks his hips oh-so-slightly, his cock hitting the back of your throat with ease. You can only wait for his release, feeling his cock swell in your mouth. Tension unfurls in tendrils of cum in your mouth, the taste of bitter sweetness overflowing. Trey unsheathes his cock from your mouth, smoothing strands of your hair gently as an amused smile graces his lips. By then, you take in his essence, greedily licking your lips as you absorb his taste.

“Delicious.” You hum excitedly, earning a light-hearted comment from Trey. “You didn’t have to swallow it..” He helplessly watches you open your mouth to reveal nothing by the base of your tongue, your flawless teeth a perfect sight otherwise.

Sebek

Sebek has an insecurity that he can never tell his roomates: his dick is abnormally large for someone his age. Given his half-fae, half human lineage, his endowment can be described as an absolute unit to an outsider’s perspective. An abnormal length for a human, his manhood was so girthy that anyone who saw would be put to shame.

He struggles to put it into use, letting his hip buck tirelessly against the flesh of your ass, pleasure coming forth as tears threaten to fall from the corner of his eyes. You urge him to keep going, knowing quite well of Sebek’s potential in bed. His throat burns with more whines, pants rolling off his lips as he attempts to quicken his pace, your warmth addicting.

You thought of another idea, pushing Sebek down to the bed while shifting yourself up, a position perfect for riding Sebek’s cock. “[Reader]..” He groans, his hands drifting to your hips as soon as you recover your place onto his manhood. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you. Just breathe in and enjoy yourself, okay?” You coax him, pressing kisses down his jawline and cheek. His handsome features that could make one swoon from a glance turn sultry with sweat crowning his minty locks, lust melting his bronze eyes to a smoldering gaze.

You were ready to eat him all up, a devious thought slips in your thoughts as you rock your hips rhythmically, sending a chorus of groans from your lover. All sorts of pleasure contort his features as you play tricks in your magic, cooing him as you felt waves of pleasure shudder down your spine.

The more he endured, the tighter his grip on your hips, leaving marks around your love handles. This position was perfect, feeling all of Sebek sheathe in your innards, a bulge pulsating by your stomach. It takes more than a singular motion to launch Sebek into a sobbing mess, his hips bucking wildly under you as you struggle to match his rhythm, the vulgar sound of skin slapping skin permeating the room. “Oh Sebek!” A squeal leaves your lips as you can fathom stars by your vision. He answers with grunts, biting down his lip as he too can feel the rush of euphoria fast approaching. You latch onto him, wanting more of his seed milked inside you.

[twstafterdark]

Wet Dreams

Author’s note: Happy New Year! We’re starting being super horn nee today-

Warnings: dubcon

Epel Felmier

Rarely did Epel have wet dreams before attending NRC, he would dream of a bountiful harvest in his hometown, sledding with his grandma, and hanging out with his family during the summer. He’d cherish these dreams and record them on a journal, always thinking of them whenever he had breaks.

Until he started attending NRC, those images would be replaced with a more titillating one - an image resembling [Reader] in it. He pictured their silhouette painted in red, wearing something that they don’t normally wear with thin fabric and accessories that accentuate their charm points. He knew it was them from the way they smiled at him, but it wasn’t [Reader].

Though it was [Reader] calling out his name with a sweet smile, the way they were seducing him with tender eyes and words that he couldn’t possibly fathom; it was like they knew what he wanted - to embrace them to his heart’s content and have them his. Their charm points tempting to kiss, Epel wanted to hold back, desiring nothing but [Reader]’s explicit consent and affirmation to do so.

In this dream, [Reader], with all their heart, willingly gave themselves to him, beckoning him to “fill them up with his love”. Yet, he hesitates, wanting to drink this moment up to the fullest but wanting to know if this was real. As soon as they utter a moan from their lips, he woke up in a cold sweat.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek took pride in his self-restraint, often refraining from vulgarities and knickknacks that could easily corrupt him. He refused to partake in these activities, focusing his energy onto protecting Malleus and Lilia alongside Silver. Guardsmen should not succumb to whimsical tendencies, Sebek told himself - that is, until he had an erogenous dream once upon a night.

Shadows contour [Reader]’s visage to a sultry profile, their lips curled to a devious smirk as they approached Sebek. “You’re so tense, dear Sebek. How about a massage from me? Why don’t you take it easy, hmm?” A whispered coo tickles his ear, their bosom pressed against his back as strong hands knead away tension from his shoulders. He lurches, an unfamiliar sensation shooting up his arm as [Reader] works their magic.

He couldn’t simply relax, the person before him an apparition of sorts to tempt him to carnal desires. Though he could see “[Reader]”, this person was not them, wearing revealing clothing and teasing him as if he were a child. This was not them, a character whom he considered as ideal and perfect with their affiliation with Sebek and Silver, who had sworn with their swords to protect their family at all costs.

The poor first year wanted to scold them, berate them for following such wanton desires; they should correct themselves, be ashamed for their lack of integrity. Alas, Sebek saw what had become of [Reader] - desiring nothing but his protection, his love. Great Seven, they desired to be his possession. Yet, just as they pin him down for a kiss, he woke up with something warm from below.

Jack Howl

[Reader] was one Jack had respected a great deal, someone who he saw eye to eye, one he could rely on whenever he was in a pinch. Rarely did he come across friends who could do that for him. He wished to have met them sooner, their friendship would’ve spanned many years.. Alas, the both of them were simply classmates who got along well.

He dreamt of hanging out with [Reader], the both of them playing around with Jack’s little siblings. They bask in the golden light of summer, taking in a scenery of the beach before them. A pleasant dream, he chuckles to himself, where he could see himself asking [Reader] out to see his hometown.

Yet, just as he was about to face [Reader] about their thoughts, the beach had shifted into a dimly lit room, scented with roses and lavender. He glanced over to his colleague, who was wearing something he didn’t imagine them wearing - a thin garment that accentuated their silhouette, leaving nothing to his imagination.

When this [Reader] spoke of comforting Jack all night, all of his thoughts gave pause. What did they mean by that? As if they had read his mind, they pin him down, their arms trapping him in. Was he imagining things? [Reader] was closing in onto him, their lips itching close to his, their voice cooing the first year to touch them, to feel them, to love them. He swallowed a bout, not wanting to invade their personal space so suddenly. Yet, just when he was about to give in to his desires, he wakes up with a heat boiling in his midst.

Trey Clover

Trey often dreamt of sweets, from delicacies sweet enough to melt one’s tooth off to pastries that oozed vanilla cream. He’d fathom the taste enticing and juicy from hours of toil to achieve the perfect taste - a stray thought suggesting an offhand ingredient to enhance the flavor. This was the dream, he asserted to himself, a dream where he could embrace his inner chef and cherish these savory treats.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees [Reader] offering him more sweets, dressed in nothing but an apron. Their figure was doused in flour, caked in whipped cream, and interestingly enough, dripped with bits of honey. Trey had to pinch himself - was he dreaming or was this real? This provocative sight of [Reader] almost made him drop the sweet he was holding.

“[R-reader], what are you doing?” A smile dances upon their lips, “Showing you the sweets I’ve made! You like them, Trey?” He stutters, peering at the pastries and baked goods. [Reader] itches closer to the third year, who backs away slowly. “Come now, Trey. Don’t you want a taste? It wouldn’t hurt if you just take a bite.” His mind barely forming the thoughts, Trey saw [Reader] sitting upon his lap, the fragrance of baked goods wafting from their figure.

It was if they were asking for him to “eat them up”, their hands guiding his hands on their waist as they beckon him to have a taste. He was conflicted, whether to talk his closest friend to drop the act or proceed. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, the words stuck in his lips - how he could define their relationship as friends when he is having these thoughts? Sure, they bake together, confide to each other, and even help each other about their troubles - yet, there was something wrong about this [Reader] sitting in front of him begging for his attention. Giving in to profound desires, he finds himself closing in onto [Reader], his lips nearly touching theirs - only to wake up with the sound of his alarm clock waking him up.

[twstafterdark]

Kiss Me Deadly

Author's note: Each kiss is associated with a "poison"

Love, in Jamil's mind, was addicting. He finally had someone to lend an ear, someone to rely on, and lastly, he had someone to love. Expressing love ro his partner proved to be a testament; either he must gift [Reader] with food or bestow them what he found addicting - a kiss.

Kisses with Jamil became something of a trap; heated make-out sessions that'll leave both Jamil and [Reader] breathless, their cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Lip bites are sometimes common from Jamil, an indicative that [Reader] is his and his only.

The timing of these moments would rarely come, sometimes in moonlit evening together when he's alone with [Reader] or if they can spare a brief moment together. Once Jamil finds himself with [Reader], there is no going back. A word between him and his lover would bring a smile to his lips, but a kiss would pull him under, entrapping them both into a titillating dimension of passion, enticing for more until they cannot handle it.

Jade had a mean streak of being subtle about his desires, coy gazes towards his lover and sometimes, sneaking mushrooms to them whenever he feels amused. Sure, his lovely [Reader] wouldn't pick up on his love language, but at least they knew he is always thinking about his beloved. This happens to be one of the many tricks Jade has up in his sleeves to ensure that his lover know how much he loves them.

A kiss with him was deadly, a dose of love he always spoiled [Reader] with whenever he felt like it. Of course, [Reader] was welcome to indulge themselves in such - Jade was ready to reciprocate. Sure, if [Reader] was spoiled too much, it'll be too troublesome for him to take care of the mess afterwards, but Jade made sure to keep his desires in moderation.

One can never predict the timing of his kisses; when [Reader] least expects him, they'd be put under his spell, kisses that seemingly went forever and once [reader] found themselves trapped in their lover's spell, there was no going out.. Trapped in Jade's love, in other words.

[Reader] wouldn't dare intrude onto Vil's space, let alone initiate if Vil didn't want to. Love meant leaving Vil as spotless and beautiful as possible, void of any corruption or abnormalities that could tarnish Vil's public appearance. Loving Vil meant spending time with him and not doing anything that warranted negative attention to him.

However, Vil wasn't fond of [Reader]'s hesitation. He could see how distant they were whenever they proceeded with skinship, shy moments that often left him frustrated and uptighter than usual. Vil would give his lover a scolding, to not leave him hanging if they wanted to spend time with him. As payback, he'd give them a huge kiss, one that they cannot escape from if they wanted to. An unforgettable kiss that would bring their lover to their knees.

A lipstick coated kiss would find themselves in crevices by [Reader]'s cheeks, neck, and even lips as Vil would kiss them plenty. "Stay still, love," Vil growls as he tips their cheek. "Don't you dare hold back when you're with me. I love you too." Another kiss silences any words of doubt from [Reader], who lets themselves go under Vil's command.

[twstafterdark]

Possession

Author's note: subtle omegaverse, implied relationship with the characters

To say “You’re mine” isn’t his style, ironically; instead, Floyd is the type of person who would show his possessiveness in very obvious ways. Just a small tease to [Reader] and their flustered expression would elicit a chuckle from Floyd. In the moments when [Reader] is most vulnerable, he’d wrap his arm around their waist and whisper an affectionate tease in their ear. “[Reader]~” Heat trickles up their neck and ears, a sly shiver by their spine, and the telltale smell of their scent. 

“Floyd!” A flustered [Reader] whacks him by the arm, hoping for him to let go. Yet, he doesn’t let go, only to tighten his grip around [Reader]. His love, his possession, his beloved. His grip meant that [Reader] was his. “I love you so much!” Another declaration sends a shiver down [Reader]’s spine. Whatever this is, [Reader] thought, Floyd is acting his usual self.. 

Many times had Epel wanted to demonstrate his jealousy to [Reader], but this time he was at his limit. He tried to contain it, until one day, the opportunity had presented itself to him. “[Reader], may I talk to you for a bit?” “Yes, Epel?” The first year saw himself reflected in the wide-eyed curiosity in [Reader]’s eyes. A pang of guilty envelops him to the extent of suffocation. He ignores it, the instinct to pronounce [Reader] as his was stronger than the protests in the back of his mind. 

Their eyes fueled his instincts more, to possess them, to mark them in any way that would show the world that [Reader] belonged to him. He wanted to bury the cowardly self for not doing it sooner, but now, he was taking a chance. Brushing a thumb onto [Reader]’s lips, he bestows a kiss onto [Reader], drinking in the scent and taste of his beloved. He backs away, noting the flushed expression and their plump lips. A boyish smirk dances on his lips when [Reader] buries their face on him, a whiny inquiry, laced with surprise murmuring from their lips. 

Underneath the cheery demeanor, Kalim would hide an intense urge of possessiveness - a secret even Jamil didn’t know despite his years of taking care Kalim himself, a side that [Reader] would learn in the early days of their relationship with him. One day, [Reader] had visited the Scarabia dorm after a Magishift practice with classmates. A cheery Kalim greeted the newcomer, enclosing them in a tight grace when the smile melted away into a stony expression. “Mm, what’s this, [Reader]? A new perfume?” 

[Reader] didn’t notice the sudden change in tone, merely responding with an innocent smile, “Oh, I just had Magishift practice.” “Hmmm~” Kalim murmurs, already missing [Reader]’s scent when a wild thought crosses him. “While I have Jamil prepare something for us, how about I share some perfumes with you?” He suggests. This scent, he very well disliked. Perhaps a different scent such as his would smell much better on [Reader] - this dared not to say that aloud. “Sure, I’d like to try some new perfume.” [Reader] muses. Kalim had almost hated himself for the satisfaction he felt when [Reader] accepted his generous gift. 

 

Emotions are strange, Malleus concludes, as he felt an intense heat in his midst when [Reader] left him with a pleasant smile. Was this love? Was this lust? This feeling was so unfamiliar to him.. This urge to keep [Reader] to himself, to have [Reader] by his side and eventually, and maybe so, mark them as his own. Those invasive thoughts were too inappropriate - how can he possibly do that as a fae? 

Maybe he could try something: a trick if he could be so inclined, assist with [Reader] if they’re ever troubled - methods to deepen the bond between him and [Reader]. But first, he must do one thing: one thing that would guarantee his bond with them. A kiss on the back of their hand, a simple act of respect yet, with this kiss, he could imprint an insignia on them. An insignia marking [Reader] as his own, a mark that would keep his scent onto [Reader]’s.. 

[twstafterdark]

lip service

“Your lips, my dear.” 

A seductive voice coaxes [Reader], a gentle nudge from a gloved hand perks [Reader]’s chin up. Eyes of pure gold and dark olive glint in delight, a grin gracing Jade’s lips. 

“Perfect.” 

On his other hand, a vial of lipstick, a  dark shade of scarlet, waits for its master. 

“[Reader], have I ever told you that you’ll look stunning in red?” 

Jade hums as he cups [Reader]’s chin. The dangerous glint in his eyes seem to brighten as he locks eyes with them. The gentlemanly Jade Leech, whose mysterious smirk veiled a conniving nature, bewitched his lover to yet another trap. A mere favor to help him with a matter he couldn’t ascertain - a farce he kept so he could try a shade of lipstick he bought for [Reader]. 

“Yes..” 

[Reader] nods, nuzzling against Jade’s hand. The second year had to suppress a smirk - there was no way his doll, his lover, his beloved could ever be so good? The urge to monopolize them further.. 

“Allow me, my sweet.” 

As the space between the couple lessened, [Reader] could whiff the scent of sea salt and cologne from Jade as he applies a layer of lipstick. A scent familiar to [Reader] - a scent belonging only to Jade. They relax, letting Jade pamper them. 

Another layer of lipstick later, a satisfied Jade hums, giving [Reader] a hand mirror to inspect. 

“It suits you.” 

A bold red paints [reader]’s lips, a shade they’d never thought they’d see on their lips. The person in front of them was not [Reader]; rather, it was a completely different person donning a bold shade of lipstick. Yet, if Jade said that this shade suited them.. A hue matching the color of their lips dusts their cheeks. 

“Thanks, Jade..” 

Soft words fumble from their lips, a ghost of a smile curving their lips. 

“Why, [Reader], my dove. You must have some confidence in yourself.” 

Another nudge of their chin cocks their gaze to the person in front of them. 

“You’re beautiful with the red,” 

Their gaze locks onto Jade’s, his eyes of calculating deviance softening to affection. 

“I bought this lipstick for you - the red reminding me of you and our love.. Don’t tell me,” 

His voice drops to a sorrowful note, his lips nearly trembling.

“You don’t like it?” 

[Reader]’s heartstrings tugged, a rush of words leaving their lips. 

“I like it, Jade. Thank you.. for thinking of me. I..” 

“You’re not used to wearing red?” 

[Reader] nods timidly. 

“Well, we can certainly change that, dear. There is more of this where that came from..” 

It seemed as if the vial of red lipstick in his hand wasn’t the only one he had bought for [Reader]. As realization dawned on the youth, Jade’s lips curve into another bout of mischief. His playtime isn’t over just yet. 

[twstafterdark]

An Invitation to.. (the Fine Gentlemen)

Fair warning: host club au

A modest man who mostly manages the finances of the club, but occasionally does showcases. It is noted that he is mostly seen in the office during working hours, with Lucius watching the glamour by his side. Some say that he is selective about his customers; some say he arranges appointments for his seasoned customers, but alas, those rumors would be dispelled with the support of his fellow staff members. In truth, he is a very private man, rarely discussing details about his personal affairs. Alas, those who know would be touched by the dedication and loyalty to his family and wife, while admire his professionalism as a host. 

Acknowledged by his clients and his fellow hosts as the Fine Gentlemen, his poise and grace may not appeal to the common folk, but the simplicities of his refined mannerisms and taste in the arts would be a refreshing respite from the glitz and glamour. If overwhelmed clients enter his office by the second floor, they’d be in for a treat - with Lucius pulling up in their laps and Trein at the ready with a book at hand and warmed tea in a teapot. 

With a quaint smile by his lips, he welcomes incoming clients, young and old, into his abode, where he lets them relax with a book, poem, or play. However, only if they are comfortable telling him about their troubles, would he allow himself to listen to their troubles and lend a few words of wisdom. After a talk with Trein, clients would leave with a smile, a heavy burden lifted from their shoulders. 

The Story 

You and Trein happened to be acquaintances in a book club, sharing appreciation for the written arts and literature, as well as ideas about the authors’ creativity. The both of you promised to meet up privately to discuss your progress on a book you’ve been reading; however, you received an apologetic message from him, stating that he may have to arrange the meeting at his workplace. “My many grievances, [Reader]. I’ll send you the address, and I’ll escort you to my office.” 

You didn’t think too much about his statement, rather, you simply dismissed it as a polite remark. “No worries, Trein. Would you like any snacks? I’ll buy some for our meeting.” To your surprise, his quick response following a picture of Lucius brought a smile to your lips. “No need, I’ll prepare some tea for the both of us. Thank you for your consideration, [Reader]. I’ll see you tonight.” 

When the time came for your meeting, the thought of Trein being a host never cross your mind. From his well-dressed appearances every meeting, you assumed he worked as an office worker or something of those lines. Yet, the lavish front of a host club decorated with Trein’s facade was not to be mistaken.. A host? To your understanding of Trein, you knew little to none about his work and background. With a resolve to not pry about his work, you enter the threshold, a place of fancy and lavishness you’d never thought you’d encounter in your life. 

“[Reader]?” A familiar voice calls for you, belonging to no one other than Trein. With Lucius in his arms, he made a welcoming sight from the strangeness of the club. Many hosts, which you presumed to be his co-workers, peer over in curiosity. Could it be a new client, someone new to charm? Alas, with a dismissive shake of his head and a meow from Lucius, you were off-limits from the others. “Please pardon my co-workers, [Reader]. My work requires me entertaining clients, but since you are an acquaintance of mine, they will not disturb us during our meeting.” You want to pry, but yet, you wanted to respect his wishes and not intrude any further. 

With pleasantries out of the way, you engage in friendly conversation about the book you’re reading, discussing thoughts and commentaries about its writing in his quaint office with Lucius in your lap. You wish to visit again, asking him if you could arrange another appointment with him. Surprised, Trein would never have thought to hear such a question from you. Alas, he lets a smile grace his lips when he accepts the appointment. Perhaps you were curious about his services as a host, or you’ve enjoyed his company in this sort of environment. “Of course, [Reader]. Please come again, and I’ll make sure to take good care of you when you do.”