Please write a fanfic of them I am on my hands and knees BEGGING🙏
(If you want no biggie)
Kylar might have messed up. Just a little.
Originally, the plan had just been to get Sydney kicked out of the temple. He knows they take a vow of chastity and participate in monthly examinations, and that anyone deemed 'impure' would be excommunicated. But that means finding a way to break Sydney's belt AND virginity, and Kylar is saving all of himself for you.
So now here he is. Sitting on an unconscious Sydney in the middle of an empty library, picking the lock to his chastity belt.
Kylar rolls his neck. "The things I do for love..."
All he'd wanted was for Sydney to just...stay away from you. That's it! But you seem so fond of the library clerk, and Sydney's social circle is a bit too wide to risk making him just disappear. Plus, he'd been Kylar's own friend before...well, everything, and he's not that heartless enough to do that to one of his first friends.
Which didn't leave Kylar with much of a choice. Some chloroform was all he'd needed. He has to admit, though-whatever brand the Temple buys their belts from, they're annoyingly complex. It's been ten minutes so far and he doubts he's even gotten the pins in the right place.
Beneath him, Sydney groans. Kylar tenses, neck aching from how quickly he snaps around. The teen is still unconscious, black hair (that YOU must have chosen for Sydney because you must have a thing for dark hair, obviously. For once, Kylar's naturally black hair is an advantage!) spilling around his face. His pendant must have slipped out when Kylar had set him down and now sits delicately on his collarbone.
"...stop judging me," Kylar mutters when he catches his own reflection in the metal. "T-This is for your own good."
He goes back to picking, chewing on his lip. It is for the greater good. Sydney doesn't deserve you. Ever since Sydney's treatments finished with Dr. Harper, he's been...different. Not like his parents (which Kylar will always be grateful for), but he just isn't like himself anymore. He's too dangerous for you. He would probably hurt you if he got too close!
Just the thought of Sydney laying his hands on you makes Kylar's stomach turn. He has him unconscious. The cameras have been disabled and Ms. Sirris is out at their shop. Kylar could drag him to the bathrooms, maybe slip into the sewers and-
"No!" he nearly shouts. It comes out strangled and weak, but he still bangs the butt of the screwdriver into his skull. Sydney is still a friend! Even if he's a little weird now, he's still a friend!
Kylar groans and tugs on his roots, spine caving in. Enough, he tells himself. He just needs to pick the lock, separate the glans and the foreskin, then Sydney will be-
"Well, this is interesting."
A hand slaps over Kylar's mouth. Another sinks into his hair and jerks his head back, and he finds himself splayed as Sydney pins his flailing legs with his own.
"I was-" Sydney tightens his grip on Kylar's roots with a laugh. "-waiting for marriage to try and take it off!"
Kylar tries to bite the hand, but his own momentum sends him sideways. Sydney follows the twist and lands directly on his back, a knee crushing his bicep and forcing the screwdriver from his hand. As it goes skittering against the carpet, the templeboy plants himself on his shoulders, chastity cage digging into Kylar's shirt.
"Or," Sydney pants, "the right person, at least!" He tugs on Kylar's roots, a spark of pain shooting through his skin as his neck is wrenched back. "So! What were you doing, Kylar?"
Kylar grits his teeth, more to smother a moan than out of defiance. "D-Doing what's right."
Sydney cocks his head. "Right. Really?" His eyes dart to the unopened sex toy laying next to Kylar's tools. "And that included...what, exactly? My defilement?" Lips brush against the shell of his ear, sending a tremor (of rage, Kylar tells himself) down his spine. "Were you planning on defiling me, Kylar?"
Kylar's breaths come out choppy. It's because of the awkward angle, he thinks. "I...have to. For-"
"For what? Their sake?" Sydney pulls back just enough to see him pout. A roll of his hips against Kylar's back digs the chastity cage into his skin, hiking up his shirt in the process. "But what about me, hm? What about poor, untouched, Sydney?"
With each question comes another drag of their hips and much less air for Kylar to breath. The pressure of his crotch against the floor isn't helping. He tries to squirm his hips (to fight of Sydney, obviously), but Sydney smiles and shoves Kylar's face into the dirty carpet.
The weight shifts, pinning both hands behind him and hips shifting until they rest squarely against Kylar's ass. Through his trousers, he can almost feel the outline of the chastity cage and almost wishes he'd gotten it off earlier.
"You really think you can hog them all to yourself?" Sydney whispers into Kylar's ear. "Think it's fair to go after them when I'm right here, already waiting?"
It takes a moment for the words to catch up to Kylar, brain short-circuting around the metal grinding against his ass. "W-Wait, you-"
"Syd?" a voice calls from the doorway. "You still in here?"
Your voice snaps Kylar out of his reverie. Hs jolts up, but Sydney beats him to it, voice all soft and sweet and not at all like it was asking Kylar to defile him just seconds ago.
"Yeah, right here!" he calls. The weight disappears off Kylar's back, but he can't bring himself to move until Sydney is already dressed and on his feet. "Just give me a few. Still organizing back here."
"Hurry it up, then!" you whine. "We're still meeting at the beach, right?"
"Yep! I'll meet you there!" Sydney's cheerful smile drops the moment the door closes, and Kylar barely sits up when his classmate rounds on him. What friendly light in his eye is gone, replaced with something far more fitting for the deep red contacts he wears. He drops in a squat and jerks Kylar close by the roots. "As for you..."
Kylar's hand inches for his hidden pocket knife, but Sydney's warm lips against his sucks the life right out of him. A tongue drags against his lower lip before forcing itself in, sweet and tender and-
Kylar nearly blacks out by the time Sydney lets him go. The templeboy's lips are puffy and shiny with saliva, and they curl into a smirk as he drags his sleeve across his mouth.
"I don't mind sharing."
Sydney turns and struts out of the library without another word.
What he'd meant, Kylar does not know. What he does know is that his entire body is on fire. He scrambles backwards until he's hidden safely between aisles and shoves his hands into his trousers, but he barely grazes his own erection when a bolt of terror strikes him.
His first kiss. The one special kiss that he'd been saving and planning to share with you on a special day in a special place at a special time has just been stolen.
By Sydney.
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"Ah, yes. Me, my beloved Prefect and my lookalike tsum from another dimension."
Twst Boys and their reactions to you cuddling their tsum instead of them Headcanons
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Riddle Rosehearts
He's baffled.
There has to be a rule about this somewhere!
Yes. The Headmage said he must look after the tsum until it can get back to where it came from and he will, but this is too much.
Does this creature have no manners?!
It must know the two of you are dating. It might even have its own version of you waiting for him to return!
And yet.
Here it is, hogging all your attention as you hold it close to yourself.
You're not even facing him!
And no. He is not crossing his arms and pouting.
Cater Diamond
He thought the tsum was pretty nice at first.
He's been forced to reconsider.
Cater would love to take a picture of you with his tsum. For his eyes only so don't you worry~
You must look so cute snuggled with the plush!
And it looks like him!
It really would be adorable!
If only you weren't facing away from him, your face presumably buried in the soft tummy of his lookalike.
.......
This is not fair. You should be cuddling him! He's your boyfriend! Not that overgrown bean.
He secretly hopes the tsum falls off the bed in the middle of the night.
Leona Kingscholar
What do you mean you prefer that stupid plush??? He's right here!
Very much not happy. No matter how cute you look with his tsum in your arms.
He tries to pull the tsum out of your arms.
Tsum Leona is not letting go.
They lock eyes.
You're pretty sure they're glaring at each other.
.....
Fine. He'll let the tsum have this. He's not gonna risk an accident just because that bean is unwilling to let you go.
You're gonna have his tail on you tho.
Jack Howl
Why are you hugging his tsum like that?
Why is his tsum looking like a puppy getting affection?
He's getting second hand embarrassment.
It's not because he would like to be held like that by you. It's because....
Uh. Because...
I mean! He's a wolf! His tsum is a wolf! It should be a little more... dignified.
He's not needy like that!
And he didn't agree to this. The tsum has not business being in his space like this. Cuddling with his s/o....
He keeps looking over to you and his tsum. He's snatching that bean out of your arms at first light. They're gonna go for a run.
Floyd Leech
So this could go one of two ways:
Either he's annoyed and tries to snatch the offending plush from you, which will end up in a fight between the two.
Or
He thinks it's hilarious and that you look cute like that.
He still wants his cuddles tho.
What's Floyd to do in this situation?
He just plops himself over you and the tsum. He's letting all of his weight crush you.
Lucky(?) for you it's only his torso crushing you.
Good luck.
Epel Felmier
He's finally allowed to have a sleepover and this happens!
You've got to be kidding him.
Please tell him this is a joke. He's glaring daggers at the tsum.
I mean.... He's a strong and independent man! He doesn't need those cuddles.
Yes. Yes he does.
He's fine!
He keeps glaring at the happy tsum in your arms.
It's mocking him.
There's no way it's not.
He tries to snatch it out of your arms, but makes the mistake of going for the head.
He gets bitten by his tsum.
Sebek Zigvolt
First Malleus-sama, now this!
This creature must be taught respect!
HOW DARE IT JUMP INTO YOUR ARMS SO SHAMELESSLY!!!!
WHO DOES IT THINK IT IS?!
A KNIGHT TO MALLEUS SHOULD NOT BEHAVE THIS WAY!
UNBELIEVABLE!
Sebek gets into a one-sided screaming match with his tsum.
By the end of it he's almost in tears. How dare this glorified plush bean steal your affections away from him!
Tsum Sebek ignores all of this. It is far too preoccupied with enjoying your pets and hugs.
You attempt to console Sebek by promising it's only for tonight.
He does not look consoled.
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