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kikyan · 4 months ago

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Leftovers

Cw: Yandere, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Spanking, Dumbification, Degrading, Sadism, Fingering, Oral (giving and it's forced), Trey forces you to call him big brother, Nasty, Spitting, Picture-Taking, etc. .. . (please let me know if I missed anything!)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Trey Clover X GN! Reader

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: This is an attempt to explore darker kinks and darker content than I usually write! The tags are listed above, so if this makes you uncomfortable, please skip them! I promise not all my content is like this but I just want to show that I CAN write nasty horny and fucked up shit like this, okay thank you enjoy!! :3

The cries of a child echoed through the small meadow and the rapid steps of another, to the source of the crying.

“Gosh, it’s not like you fell that hard!”

There in the meadow, were three children. One child had [color] and was sitting in the meadow, bawling their eyes out. Their knees were exposed, scraped, and bleeding. A child with short purple hair, all different shades, and choppy bangs. He was standing in the middle of the meadow; his eyes were staring at the crying child with annoyance. The last kid had short green hair, ruffled at the top, and wore glasses. He crouched down to the crying child shushing them in a soft caring tone.

“There [Reader], it’s okay. Here, let me help you up.”

“O-Ok. . .”

[Reader] took the hand, stifling their cries with sniffles and hiccups.

“It’s what you get for being clumsy, we told you not to run down the meadow, stupid.”

“Chenya! You’re not helping. Don’t listen to him, [Reader]. Let's get you cleaned up when we get to my house.”

“Thank you. . .Trey.”

“Of course, [Reader]. I’m always here for you. . .”

Chenya rolled his eyes and continued walking,

“Ugh, Trey is in love~! Whatever, I will leave you two if you don’t hurry up.”

Trey’s ears turned bright red and so did his cheeks,

“N-No I am not! I’m just a good friend, unlike you.”

He huffed out that last comment and turned to face [Reader]. His thumb went to the corner of their eyes, and he wiped their remaining tears.

“There, ready to head out?”

[Reader] nodded, they smiled and took his hand in theirs.

“Thank you, Trey.”

All three continued to their friend's house, Riddle Rosenhearts. Chenya walked ahead leaving Trey and [Reader] alone, hand in hand. Later that day, after playing with their friend, Chenya bid Trey and [Reader] a good night. Before leaving, he stuck out his tongue at [Reader] who returned the favor.

“You two, stop fighting. Anyways, see you tomorrow, Chenya.”

“Night Trey, night [Reader]. Don’t fall in your dreams either, [Reader].”

“Oh, shut up!”

Chenya left shortly after his small encounter, leaving Trey and [Reader] alone. Trey adverted his gaze and from the corner of his eye, saw [Reader] looking intensely at Chenya.

“[Reader], let’s go back to my house.”

“What for?”

“We still haven’t cleaned your wounds yet, remember?”

A scab had already formed on their knee, but he was right. They couldn’t disinfect it and after hearing Riddle’s talk about it getting infected and Chenya’s teasing about having to cut their leg off, [Reader] didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh okay, let’s go!”

Trey led them to his home and his mother greeted them at the door, they had noticed the wounds and expressed concern,

“Oh dear, here sit on the couch and I’ll be right back with the first aid kit.”

[Reader] did as they were told, and Trey’s mother returned shortly after with the kit. They grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads to disinfect.

“This might sting, Trey, hold their hand.”

Trey did that exactly and his mother applied alcohol, cleaning the wound. Once the pad made contact with their skin, [Reader] let out a hiss, and tears welled in their eyes. Trey quickly took notice and wiped them away with his free hand while squeezing the hand they were holding.

“There, all done.”

His mom said and made sure the band-aid was placed correctly with no lumps.

“You did good [Reader]. Trey, you’ve been looking after them, right?”

“Of course I have!”

“That’s good, would you like to stay for dinner, [Reader]?”

“Yes please!”

His family had gathered around the table to have dinner with [Reader]. After dinner, Trey, [Reader], and his siblings played for a while before getting ready for bed. Trey’s mother had called [Reader’s] parents and asked them if it was alright for them to spend the night at their house, which they agreed was fine. Since it was short notice, they couldn’t prepare a spare bed but were quick to accommodate.

“[Reader], do you mind sleeping in Trey’s bed?”

[Reader] shook their head. They did not mind sleeping in his bed, much less sharing it.

“W-well where would I sleep?”

Trey had turned to ask his mom who gave him a confused look.

“In your bed as well, Trey. Do you mind sharing a bed with [Reader]?”

Trey’s cheeks flushed pink, but he knew it was nothing different than sharing a bed with his siblings or friends, so he quickly got over his embarrassment.

“Then it’s settled, that is of course if it’s okay with you, [Reader]?”

“Of course! I don’t mind sleeping with Trey!”

Sleeping arrangements were finalized and the couple tucked both kids in, bidding them a pleasant night. [Reader] was sleeping on one side of the bed and Trey on the other, reminiscing about their day.

“I had so much fun today, Trey! I can’t wait to play with Riddle and Chenya again tomorrow! Even if he is a little mean. . .”

Trey’s expression softened at them and he turned his body sideways to face them.

“I’m excited to play with everyone again tomorrow but you know it’s not nice to fight with others, [Reader].”

“He started it! I didn’t do anything, Chenya is just a big old mean bully!”

[Reader] huffed in frustration, thinking back to the boy with the smug grin and his witty comments. Trey merely laughed at their cute, annoyed expression,

“Alright, if Chenya is a bully to you tomorrow I will say something but don’t fight with him anymore, okay?”

With a heavy sigh, [Reader] agreed.

“You’re very nice to me Trey, that’s why I love you a lot! Unlike Chenya, so that’s why I love spending time with you.”

Trey’s eyes widened at the confession and his cheeks flushed, staring at them in awe.

“Y-you love me. . .?”

“Of course, I do! You’re like my older brother, you’re nice and take care of me.”

Trey’s expression fell for a second before he chuckled and placed his hand on their head, ruffling their hair.

“I love you too, [Reader]. You’re like a younger sibling to me too. . .”

With that, the two fell asleep into a deep slumber where his parents would come to find them holding hands in their sleep.

Following the years to come, Trey and [Reader] had remained as close as can be. Both attended the same middle school and frequently had sleepovers, playdates, and events together. Everything was the same even when Trey and [Reader] got the letter of acceptance from Night Raven College. Both were excited to attend NRC and even more excited when they were both assigned to the same dorm, Heartslaybul. It was the beginning of their high school life, but there was only one problem. Cater Diamond. During their time at NRC, they met Cater Diamond who became best friends with them. Trey thought he was an interesting fellow who certainly was hiding something, but [Reader] was different. Instead, they were enamored with him. Cater was the responsible upperclassman who wasn’t afraid to loosen up a bit. It had been a small crush that wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, but someone like Trey who had practically lived with [Reader] all their life knew something was off. [Reader]’s crush was harmless because he knew Cater wouldn’t like them romantically. It still hurt to see [Reader] love him after all these years. It was okay though because Cater would never love them. . or so he thought.

They were in their third year and discussing the internships that they would be undergoing during their fourth year,

“So what did you pick Cater?”

“Nothing yet, I’m not sure what to do and now I’m even more confused after hearing everyone else. I guess everyone has their life planned out. . .”

Trey nodded but the two remained silent. The silence was cut short when Cater spoke up,

“I wonder what [Reader] is going to do. Maybe I’ll go to the one they pick, who knows.”

Trey perked up at the comment,

“Oh, why do you say that?”

Cater lazily turned to look at Trey and gave out a sigh,

“I know you’re very close to them Trey, but do me a favor. Don’t tell them what I’m going to tell you but I care for them. I think I like them.”

Trey’s breath hitched,

“O-oh really? What makes you say that. . .Cater?”

“They’re always near me and while that can be a bore to some it’s nice to know that there's someone in my corner. They’re honest and they’re not trying to suck up to me because they voice their feelings and aren’t afraid to call me out. I don’t need to keep up appearances or a persona with them. I can be genuine and I like that.”

Trey kept a stoic face, then awkwardly smiled. Hands scratching behind his head,

“I see. . .your secret is safe with me Cater. I will say this much, I’ve grown up with [Reader] and I swear if you hurt them-”

“I won’t. I would never dream of it and I certainly wouldn’t want to incur your wrath, Trey. So scary!”

Cater made a face before the two shared a small laugh. If only Cater knew that Trey wasn’t joking and was plotting against him at the very moment.

Trey aimed to prevent [Reader] and Cater from being alone. Cater wouldn’t confess his feelings towards [Reader] if others were looking. Despite being flashy and always posting, Cater valued his privacy. Right now [Reader] was missing but Trey was certain where to find them. Cater had his music club right about now and knowing [Reader], they were probably in the clubroom with him. Trey made it to the room only to see Lilia and Kalim talking.

“Trey!”

“Oh, good afternoon Trey. Are you looking for Cater?”

“Kalim, Lilia, you could say that. Is Cater around? Looks like Riddle wants us back to dorm stat.”

A white lie, that was all.

“Oh, well you’re just in luck! They’re already heading back to the dorms!”

Kalim voiced, making Trey question his verbiage.

“They?”

“Oh! [Reader] was here too, they both just left. They looked happy and were chatting about something.”

Lilia clarified for Trey.

Kalim smiled and turned to Trey,

“I’m so happy for Cater. Make sure to say congratulations Trey!”

“Congratulations. . .?”

Lilia sighed,

“Kalim, not yet. He hasn’t asked!”

Trey felt a sigh of relief wave over him, but he had to intervene one way or another.

“ Oh, I see! Sorry, but I must get going before Riddle has my head. See you guys around.”

Trey bid his farewells and walked back to the hall of mirrors, Kalim and Lilia both bid him a farewell. At this point, Trey was running, if they had just left then they might still be at the hall of mirrors that was filled with students returning from their clubs like them. If that was the case, there was still time! Once he got to the hall of mirrors, he panicked as they were nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to his dorm and thought, if Cater were to confess, where would he go? Luckily he didn’t need to rack his brain for long, as Ace and Deuce were lounging about.

“Ace, Deuce! Sorry, but have you guys seen Cater? I need to speak to him.”

“Oh, hey Trey! Yeah, we saw him not too long ago. He was talking to [Reader] and they were heading to the dorm rooms. They left the lounge area like about. . .3 minutes ago?”

Deuce answered his question, but his response did not soothe Trey.

“I see, well thanks! I’ll be heading out now, if you see him or [Reader], could you shoot me a text?”

“Yeah, we got it.”

Ace and Deuce nodded, turning back to what they were doing initially. Trey began to head to the dorm rooms and once he reached their area, he saw Cater and [Reader] standing in front of Cater’s dorm room.

“I recommend checking out this artist, all their music is super good and I’ve been trying to get Lilia and Kalim to do something similar with me but it’s no use. Those two just don’t get it.”

Cater sighed and held a face of disappointment, but perked up when he heard [Reader] chuckle.

“Well, Lilia likes metal and wants to add screams to everything and Kalim just loves music that he wants to add every kind of beat and instrument. I’m sure you guys could make your own version, but I’ll check out their music!”

Cater smiled and turned to them,

“[Reader] I-”

“Cater! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Trey arrived at the right time, cutting Cater off and from making a mistake.

“Oh, Trey. . how can I help?

Cater’s gentle smile that for [Reader] turned forced and strained, like a ‘hey can’t you see I’m doing something, the hell do you need’. Cater had told Trey his plans to confess soon, but he figured he would be able to read the room to see what he was planning on doing.

“Hey, [Reader]. . .sorry Cater I didn’t want to bother you but Riddle wants to speak to you. Says it’s an emergency.”

At the mention of their housewarden, Cater sighed and gave an anxious smile.

“Well, if Riddle wants to speak to me who am I to say no? Sorry, [Reader] but I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting Cater!”

Cater waved them goodbye and turned to walk towards Riddle’s dorm room. The moment Cater was out of sight, Trey turned to [Reader].

“Are you going back to your room? I can walk you.”

“Oh, yes I was, and sure, I’ll take you up on it.”

Trey walked [Reader] to their room and made light conversation on the way. Once they arrived, [Reader] thanked Trey and then asked for help on a subject.

“You want me to tutor you?”

“Yes, please! If Riddle were to see my last potion’s exam score he would surely have my head! Professor Crewel is letting me retake it and I can go in on Friday, but I need help!”

Trey thought back to all the time he spent tutoring [Reader] and hanging out with them after school, how could he say no?

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with. I’ll help. Let’s go to my room though, I think I have some old workbooks in there.”

“Thank you, Trey! I’ll make it up to you!”

[Reader] went inside their room to collect their materials and then headed over with Trey to his dorm room. He invited them in and sat on a desk chair while he walked around to find his study materials. Curiosity got the better of him despite already knowing the answer,

“So, what did Cater want to talk to you about? You guys seemed. . .close.”

“O-oh, nothing important. Just some club stuff, they’re planning on performing at a school event but aren’t sure what to play so he just wanted a second opinion.”

“I see. . Well here are the books. What do you say we get to studying?”

After a while, 48 minutes to be exact, [Reader] was still struggling.

“So, when these two mix they don’t cause a reaction?”

“No, because if you see here in this example-”

After explaining it for a minute, [Reader] still looked at Trey in confusion, who just sighed a their expression.

“Okay, we can review again. I don’t want to overwhelm you with information when it seems you’re deep in thought. Anything you want to talk about it?”

Trey offered an ear to what he assumed was a problem.

“Hey Trey, can I be honest?”

“ Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Well. . .I’ve had a crush on Cater for a while and sometimes, I feel like he knows or feels the same way. He sometimes says things where they could be meant for friends but they linger in my thoughts and I think maybe he likes me. He’s your best friend, has he ever mentioned anything about me?”

“Well-”

Trey tried to respond but was cut off by [Reader].

“It's just, I like Cater. I think he’s an amazing person who listens to others around him and he is always there to help! He is super easy to talk to and wants to make the most of his school life you know? He is like a safe space where I can talk about things I feel embarrassed to confess to another, I know that deep down he won’t open up as fast as another and he’s hiding behind something. Some might think it’s annoying, being friends for three years but still not knowing how the other truly feels or thinks. I trust Cater will open up when he wants, and I’m okay with that. I want to support him like he supports me. Sometimes I feel like, I found my soulmate here!”

Trey adverted his eyes and his once expressive face turned stoic. He was angry and tired,

“Shut the fuck up.”

“W-what?”

“I said, shut the fuck up! I’m tired of listening to you talk endlessly about Cater and how much you love him. It’s pathetic, you fell in love with someone who probably doesn’t know what they want or who they are. This whole time I. . .I’ve been here. I love you, [Reader]. What does Cater have that I don’t have?”

[Reader] stared at Trey with wide eyes and swallowed thickly.

“T-Trey. . .it’s not that Cater has something that you lack. It’s more like. . .oh how do I explain this, Trey, I don’t like you like that. To me, you’re more of an older brother, y’know? Someone I can depend on and ask for help; I don’t see you as a romantic partner.”

Trey just stared at [Reader] with serious eyes. His expression was stoic and gave off an eerie vibe. [Reader] adverted their gaze from his eyes, but what’s done is done. [Reader] was honest with their feelings and though it was awkward, they were sure that with time they could get back to what they had originally.

“Listen Trey, I’m sorry but I also didn’t want you to think differently, okay? I’ll go ahead and leave, feel free to reach out if you want.”

With that, [Reader] made their way to the door to his room. Trey remained silent but slowly moved his body to face [Reader’s]. He reached out and right before [Reader] opened the door, he slammed their head into the door. They were knocked out briefly, turning to look at Trey with fear written on their face.

“Trey. . .w-what are you. .?”

“I’m like an older brother, right? Well then, it’s my job to protect and prepare you for the real world ahead.”

Trey’s hands went to their neck, and they wrapped around tightly. Their back was still against his chest while their hands were trying to pry off his solid grip from their throat.

“T-Trey. . h-hurts-!?”

He led them to the bed, where he threw them without any remorse and immediately crawled above them. Now [Reader] was lying on the bed, his grip returning to their throat with his legs in between theirs. With their legs spread, his hands traveled to their crotch and began to touch, trailing his finger up and down. He leaned into their neck and his lips got closer to their ear.

“Does it feel good? Do you want more? Do you want you ‘big brother’ to make you feel good?”

His tone was condescending and playful, no doubt he took pleasure in causing them fear. [Reader] shook their head at his suggestion, but his hands were already wandering and slipped inside their bottoms. His fingers found themselves inside, touching their sex and rubbing their sensitive bits.

“No? You seem like you want it. . .you seem aroused.”

[Reader] squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on their ear but also at the feeling of his fingers playing with their sex.

“T-Trey. . .stop! I don’t w-want this. . .”

“Are you sure?”

He let out a light scoff, staring at their struggling form. He continued touching them but also tightened his grip on their neck. [Reader] was desperately flinging their arms around to try to hit him or make him loosen his grip, but to no avail. Trey was relentless.

“Look, can you feel my finger inside you?”

Trey’s finger pumped in and out of their hole, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. He struggled to thrust at a consistent speed as their hole clenched around his finger, no doubt trying to stop it from entering.

“You should really try to loosen up, [Reader]. It’ll hurt less, after all, ‘big brother’ doesn’t want to see you in so much pain.”

“T-trey get off me-!”

[Reader] yelled out, their hands slapping his face and arms to get him to release his hold. Trey did not show any remorse or intent on letting go, but he did. He let go of their neck and sex, before grabbing their face and shoving his fingers in their mouth. He made sure to reach the back of their throat to make them gag. After a while, his hand returned to their throat. Trey’s hands went to his own pants, and he undid the buttons and zipper. His hands reached into boxers, pulling out his cock. With the same hand, he gave it a couple pumps and smeared the pre-cum around the tip.

“You should really shut the fuck up, [Reader].”

Both hands returned to their face, thumbs prying their mouth open before he scooted closer to them, sitting on their chest. He made sure his crotch was near their face and his cock close to their mouth.

“I don’t think I have to warn you on what’ll happen if you bite, right?”

He glared down at them before shoving his whole dick inside. His hold on their head never loosened, but rather got tighter which was also helping with prying their mouth open. Trey didn’t have to worry about [Reader] biting, his grip had made it impossible for them to even attempt to close their mouth.

“A-ah. . .f-fuck! Your mouth feels so g-good. . .God, imagine how your insides would feel.”

Trey held no remorse; he thrusted inside their mouth at a brutal fast paced and hitting the back of their throat. Their tongue was unintentionally licking the vein running down the side of his dick and their throat was watering up, lubricating it as well. Drool ran down the sides of their mouth and their hands at this pelvis area trying to push him out of their mouth, but how could they when his whole-body weight was on them.

“I’m fucking close, gonna cum in your mouth. Don’t you want big brother’s milk inside of your mouth, huh [Reader]?”

Grunts and soft light moans left his mouth as he continued to thrust. Tears welled in [Reader]’s eyes and their hands bawled into fists, hitting his pelvic area.

“F-fuck c-coming-!”

Trey hit the back of their throat, spilling his cum inside. He pulled out to see the line of drool connecting their mouth and his dick, but also the cum that was spilling from the sides of their mouth. The sides of their mouth and cheeks were turning red, no doubt bruising from how hard he was gripping.

“God, just look at how hot you look. Cater doesn’t deserve to see this. . .only I get to see you like this.”

There was a flash that awoke [Reader] from their state of shock. Turning to see Trey grinning while holding their phone.

“Say cheese~”

He tossed his phone to the side and his hand went to their face, gripping their cheeks together and puckering their lips out. He gave their lips a kiss, even as far as opening their mouth and sticking his tongue inside. His tongue went over their tongue, licking up his own cum and their saliva. While he was making out with them, his free hand went back to their bottoms and tired prying them off. Removing their bottoms and undergarments, revealing only their naked bottom half and exposed sex.

Releasing them from the kiss,

“I would love to see your face as I fuck you, but I think for today, I’m fine without seeing it. Besides, your big brother has plenty of time to see your fucked out face. Now, let’s get you on all fours, [Reader].”

His tone was that of the Trey everyone knows, kind and gentle, but his words were laced with venom and ill intention.

“W-what n-no, let me go Trey!”

[Reader] scrambled to find an opening, anything to get them out of his grip. They began to crawl towards the edge of the bed, but Trey was quick to grab their torso and drag them back to the center. His hands went underneath and propped them up, head down ass up. His hands were digging into their hips, and he leaned to give their back small light kisses.

“Can’t you see how good ‘big brother’ has treated you all this time? How nice he’s been?”

“Trey! S-Stop this, w-why are you acting like this! Fuck, I just d-don’t like you like that-ha!”

‘SMACK’

Trey had smacked their ass cheek and visible irritation was starting to form.

“Don’t make me gag you, I want to hear you after all.”

Another smack was heard. Trey alternated sides, but still smacked their ass. A light sob could be heard from [Reader] with light moans and groans from the pain slipped out. Trey stopped for a moment, [Reader] momentarily thought he may have been done before feeling a painful stretch.

“Fuck. . .you’re fucking tight.”

“F-fuck!?”

[Reader] let out a pained curse and tried to regain their breath. Trey started off with a light thrust before increasing his speed. He was stretching their hole and fucking them at a brutal pace with no regard for their feelings. [Reader] had yet to adjust to his length and was clutching the sheets in his bed for some sort of distraction and relief. As he was thrusting into them, he was also spanking them as well, causing twice the pain.

“Ha, you think I like being the nice guy, huh [Reader]?”

They leaned their head towards the pillows on the bed to try to get relief, focusing on his words instead of his actions.

“F-fuck, h-ha. . .think I like being the one everyone looks up to? They’re so annoying, always fucking complaining about every little fucking thing. Cater, don’t get me started on him!”

‘SMACK’

“How did he ever get your fucking love? He’s always lying and adapting to everyone because he doesn’t even know who he is. He’s so fucking two faced, but what have I done? I’ve taken care of you and looked after you. When you had a problem who solved it? Huh, [Reader]!?”

‘SMACK’

When Trey did not hear a response, he spanked [Reader] harder and inched his hand closer to their neck, adding light pressure as a warning.

“I fucking said, who solved it!?”

“Y-you, Trey. . .”

“Yeah? Me? Just Trey? Ha. . .or was it your ‘big brother Trey’? Say it, bitch.”

“Y-you, ngh-! I-it was you, b-big brother Trey-ha fuck!”

‘SMACK’

“That’s right, it was me. . .’big brother Trey’. Want ‘big brother Trey’ to make you feel better, [Reader]? I’m only using you as my toy, my cumslut but I know you want to feel good too huh. . ?”

Whines and soft moans left [Reader’s] mouth as they adjusted to his length. His pace had slowed down a bit but was constant, hitting all the right places and angles.

“Y-yes. . .”

“Yes, what?”

They felt so disgusting and dirty having to say what he wanted them to say, but if they complied with him would he let them go?

“Y-yes, ‘big brother Trey’ m-make me f-feel g-good. . .”

Trey scoffed at them and let out a laugh,

“Did I break you already? No matter, sure, “big brother Trey” will make you feel so good [Reader]. . .”

Trey began to thrust deeper and harder into them, he had arranged the position of his hands for one to hold their neck in place and the other free hand wandering to their genitilia. Trey began to rub slowly; unlike the first time he touched them. Stroking and rubbing slowly, creating a slow pace but one that pleasure their most sensitive points the best. After the pain subsided, [Reader] began to feel pleasure, which did not go unnoticed by Trey. He quickens the pace in with his fingers, rubbing, stroking, and pinching their sex.

“You’re twitching. . .are you going to come, [Reader]?”

His tone was still condescending and filled with fake worry.

[Reader] nodded but whimpered when his grip tightened on their neck.

“Y-yes “b-big brother T-Trey’, c-coming!”

As they said that, they came, but Trey did not come.

“G-good, did that feel good? See how good ‘big brother Trey’ can make you feel?”

[Reader] nodded, they thought this was the end until Trey continued to thrust inside them still.

“W-wait-”

“I didn’t come yet, [Reader]. Don’t you want ‘big brother Trey to come inside you? To fill your insides up?”

Seeing as they already came, Trey removed his hand from their sex but neck, but positioned his hand back at their hip, with his free hand holding his phone and recording.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

Trey’s phone was pointed at [Reader’s] back, but also managed to get his cock mercilessly pounding into [Reader]. Their moans filled the room as well as the sound of flesh hitting each other. Overstimulated from their first release,

“W-want ‘b-big brother Trey t-to fill my insides, to c-come inside f-fuck! Ha! F-feel s-so good. . .”

With that, Trey gave one last final thrust before coming inside them. His cum filling them up and leaking from their plugged hole. He pulled out and angled his phone’s camera to their lower half, taping their exposed body and their cum filled hole. He stopped filming and leaned over their shoulder,

“Do you still consider me like your big brother, eh [Reader]?”

Cater was scrolling through Magicam tirelessly but then he got a message from Trey.

Trey: Hey Cater, are you hungry? Looks like I have some leftovers you can have.

Cater pondered for a bit, what could Trey possibly have made or ordered, but he stopped when he saw a video attached to another message.

“A video. . ?’

Cater clicked on it, curious at what the video was about since the surrounding background was dark in the video.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Breaking the Rules.

If anyone ever caught him like this, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to recover. The sound of footsteps wandering a little too close to one of the many abandoned classrooms at the infamous Night Raven College made the hairs on his skin stand up straight with fear, and his soft, labored breathing ceased entirely for a few moments. He'd probably prefer if the ground magically opened up and swallowed him whole, wiping him completely off the face of the world entirely, then to ever be exposed in such a public and lewd demeanor.

It's unbecoming of a young man like himself to be treated in such a humiliating manner. The position he held at Night Raven College was supposed to set him apart from the other 'stragglers' and 'peasants' on campus. It was supposed to show his competence to lead his dorm, his dignity, and his grace. It was all he knew, as he had sacrificed his entire youth for it. An overbearing childhood stuck at a wooden desk and an uncomfortable chair in his designated room, loveless and aggressive words from a guardian who already had his future planned out for him, a lack of physical affection that he now yearns for, and a myriad of sleepless nights and tired mornings staring at the fine print of thousands of textbooks have sculpted him into who he is.

Yet, his current display was significantly less than dignifying. It destroyed and demolished the entire image he had been creating and perfecting over the past 17 years. Instead, portraying how pathetic and touch-starved he truly was, for the smallest scraps of affection and approval, when he had accepted a handjob from the infamous NRC prefect fighting against overblots left and right ever since they had landed themselves in this mystical world.

Though handjob wasn't truly the correct term to describe this scene, Instead, it was more you holding your fist open and him humping pitifully through the hole in your hand as you occasionally squeezed down on him; his back leaned into your chest as you leaned against the wall of the empty classroom. Through the midst of his foggy and melted mind, he heard your soft coos towards him, your soft kisses pressing down his cervical vertebrae (boom, nursing major!).

His body felt hot, way warmer than it usually was in his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to claw his way out of yours and his clothes, craving skin-to-skin contact with you. Yet, all he is given is a hushed whisper as soon as he attempts to speak through choked groans.

"Shhh...just feel my dear. Don't speak. Don't want anyone to see you like this do we." Crooning gently in his ear as you blow streams of cool air on his lobes.

The words are caught in a lump in his throat as his mind screams at him to tell you what he wanted—no needed in this moment. Yet he can't. His tongue is heavy, and his sentences fall flat as he tries not to tear up from how good you're making him feel. This sort of pleasure was unknown to him; doing such a thing in his mother's house was taboo of the greatest extent and would surely end in her screeching at him, just as she does whenever he does something she does not approve of, and though he had knowledge of the reproduction system in high detail thanks to the numerous textbooks, nothing could have prepared him for the prickly feeling running through his veins and the gentle cramping of his balls as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening to him and why he does not want it to stop.

Your hand clutches down gingerly once more for a mere moment, still not entirely wrapped around him as he desperately fights the urge to ask you to do more, not wanting to sound greedy or ungrateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you've given him despite the whereabouts. So, he simply grits his teeth and looks down in shame, quickly noticing the generous amounts of slick wetness now slathering your hand and his dick from his pre-cum alone, embarrassed to be this aroused by such a simple act.

He grimaces internally at the scene but is quickly caught off guard as he suddenly does less of the humping and your hand grips around him entirely, and your ministrations become much heartier as you move back and forth quickly, causing a huge spike in the pleasure he was feeling and bringing back the returning tightness in balls that now lingers in his stomach as well.

This time he has no choice but to speak, the hastened pace throwing him head-first into something he has never been accustomed to, with his words slurred and stuttered as he tries to assemble a coherent sentence. "W-wait..to much..f-feels-."

Yet, his words fly right past your ears and are cut even shorter as you take pleasure in his uncomposed state, his jaw slacks, and as his nails dig into your thighs for comfort and grounding, his uniform more wrinkled than it has ever been since you've met. As he babbles incoherent words drowned out by a wretched whimper, your hand is coated in runny dribbles of whitish-translucent cum as tears prick his eyes as heaves and pants his body, shivering from sensitivity alone.

Suddenly his face blooms into a beautiful shade of red similar to the as the roses he forces all the students, misbehaving or well-behaved alike, to paint continuously every week as followers under the Queen of Hearts, an intense shiver running through his entire vertebrae until it ends at the coccyx, as time seemingly slows down as you push your cream-covered fingers in your mouth, a 'pop' reverberating from your lips.

He sighs shakily, as he composes himself, ready to speak a phrase of how disgusting and unappealing such a thing is, but before he can, you knock the wind out of his lungs, just like everything else you do.

"You taste sweet. Keeping eating all of those tarts." He buries his face in hands, as you giggle, knowing that you owe Ms. Rosehearts a sincere handwritten apology along with chocolates and wine for corrupting her son to a point of no return, because now he's addicted to you in all the wrong (right) ways.

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luxthestrange · 1 year ago

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TWST Incorrect quotes#575 *Heavy Sigh*

Yuu: I wanna spice things up

Riddle: I can’t eat spicy food

Yuu: No!- I mean like in the bedroom...

Riddle: I can't eat spicy food anywhere my dear...

Yuu:

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blusherbaker · 9 months ago

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Some extra thoughts about the Heartslabyul boys' kinks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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natewriteslol · 6 months ago

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Creepy Crawlers

Summary: You and your college roommates decided to play a fun game of ouiji board. But what do you do when the devil wishes to make a deal for freedom? Will you be able to reach ends meet and be free from this malignant spirit, or will you be forced to join him amongst the ranks in hell?

Demon!Cater x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: talk of demons, pain, horror themes

It was a hazy Friday afternoon and you were head over heels excited to head to your apartment after a long day of work. Your roommate, Vil had just finished his classes at his university and you had gotten off of work from the coffee shop. You were both waiting for Kalim to head home from his mother’s house. She always got lonely when her son was gone for too long, so he had been gone for about 3 days, spending quality time with his mother.

Mesmerized by your phone, you finally snapped out of the trance once you heard the familiar knocking pattern from Kalim, you and Vil welcomed him back home as he energetically started catching you guys up on what he was up too back in his home country. You both had aided in assisting him with all of the baked goods and gifts that he was given by his family. But once he got to unpacking different trinkets his mother gave to him, Kalim had brought out some sort of board?

You and Vil had glanced at one another before breaking the ice.

“Uh...Kalim, what is that?” your blonde roommate inquired, pointing at the box. It was a deep wine red, with black, bold letters in a slightly curled font.

‘Ouija, Mystifying Oracle: Look into the Unknown for your Answers or Desires.’

You grew anxious, you didn’t know too much about ouija boards, but you sure knew enough to not mess around with them.

“C’mon guys, why not just try it out? You’re telling me when you were kids you didn’t play around with stuff like this?” Kalim asked, excitedly taking the board out of the box onto your apartment floor. He found the directions, attempting to read the letters that were enscribed in ink on the paper, but they were far too faded to even be legible.

“You have completely different ideas of fun from Y/N and I,” Vil retorted, looking completely turned off from even glancing at the board. Yet as Kalim messed with the board, it caught more of his attention, keeping an eye on the object and not saying a word. Which in the blink of an eye, Vil had negated the dangers of the board by continuing on with, “But... I’m no chicken, I’ll play. What about you, Y/N?”

You felt immense pressure as you couldn’t fumble this. Your two roommates who you're on the brink of reaching friend status want to play a game, you can’t just leave them in the dust and be the one odd one out from a possible bonding experience.

You gave a quick nod and that was all they needed to proceed with the game.

They laid out the ouija board flat on the ground, rubbing off the dust from the red board. It was no cheap looking ouija board you get from Toys R. Us, you observed that from the black letters engraved on the red board with all the letters of the alphabet. Of course the wooden planchet followed the theme as well, a dark red with a petite glass bulb in the middle.

"I can’t find this thing anywhere on the web” Vil inquired as he scrolled on his phone, scratching his head looking for directions online.

“Yeah, but that’s what makes this one more unique!” Kalim cheered, excited to start playing, his palms on each side of the board as he talked to the princely blonde in front of him.

It was strange, they almost seem entranced by this game, it wasn't complete obsession but it was certaintly out of the ordinary for both of them. Kalim always was afraid of horror, wanting you to turn off movies when he was in your company and Vil would never make a decision this "stupid". The look in their eyes was just odd, they couldn't rip their eyes away from this thing...

And soon enough, neither would you as soon as your eyes laid on this board you were transfixed on playing.

You laid your fingers on the board, unfortunately becoming the leader for this session after drawing straws with your two roommates.

“Go on, ask some questions,” Kalim urged with a smile, adjusting his fingers on the board.

“Uhm, what’s your name?” You questioned, awaiting for the chip to start sliding. The letters started moving, making all three of you freak out, you couldn’t tell if they were playing some type of trick on you but you felt extremely afraid regardless.

“CD?” you asked, confused on what type of name that would be.

“Maybe, it’s the initials? ,” Vil suggested, staring at the board, trying to gauge some form of sense from it.

“Whatever, just keep asking questions,” Kalim said, trying to get some more fun energy flowing, which had always been something he excelled at.

“Okay, let’s ask something only we would know. What is Kalim’s favorite color?”

“Listen, if you guys want to play a bit on me that’s cool, but I kinda wanted to see if it would work by itself,” Kalim pouted, looking disappointed in you both.

“Kalim, I thought your favorite color was light blue?” Vil asked quirking up an eyebrow, as they had this conversation only two weeks ago.

“Yeah but…I changed my mind only a couple of days ago…” Kalim answered, he had never told anyone about his change in opinion.

“Okay, I guess than put something down only you would know, not anyone else '' Vil suggested, and both of you complied.

“What is the color of the bag under my bed?”

“Which customer always orders the frappe, carmel drizzle on the side, cinnamon sprinkle on top, with an espresso pump?”

“What did my art teacher assign for homework last night?”

Black striped.

Mrs. Han.

Essay. Da Vinci.

“No fucking way, are you sure you guys aren’t playing a prank on me? Y/N, I put that bag under my bed two days ago. Did you go snooping?”

“Vil, I’ve been too tired from work to go and look at what's under your bed. I haven’t set a foot in there since last week when I told you to vacuum,” you answered, completely honest with your hands by your head in defense, almost offended at such accusations.

“I’m the only one besides you who has a good memory, but there’s no way I could remember all that shit. I-I only remember events, not orders,” Kalim said, his voice wavering.

“You weren’t even home to talk about what homework you had assigned last night," Vil looked, a tone of disbelief and shock lining his voice.

It all seemed too real, so you decided to ask something you had never told anyone except for your family. The reason why you even moved from your old complex.

“Mrs. Jameson...she died, what was her room number?”

All of a sudden, the vintage alarm clock that sat on the quaint stand near your couch struck 12:30am. So did the grandfather clock Kalim thrifted ages ago, both of which you didn’t even know could make noise.

You both rushed to turn it off so you wouldn’t disrupt anyone in the complex since it was already close to 1 am, the rancorous groan echoed through your apartment, completely snapping you two out of your trance.

You finally pulled the lever on the side that silenced elderly clock. But your peace did not last for long, you soon heard a heavy crash. Sounding as though all of your windows had broken and all the glasses in your cabinets had descended on your kitchen floor. All three of you picked yourselves off of the floor rushing to the kitchen, only to see absolutely nothing.

You had all attempted to locate a source of the noise, this whole event made you so irritated and frightened that you couldn't pin point a source as to who or what was causing this torment. It couldn't be that this phantom was real, that shit only happens in movies after all.

Except as you searched throughout the room, your eyes noticed something on the ground. The paper was worn out parchment with vermillion ink reading the numbers 123.

Freaked out from this "coincidence", you quickly dropped it on the floor, the paper then slowly started to singe, becoming only a small particles of black on the ground right before all of you.

You didn't stick around for long and neither did the two boys, as you all knew you had to get out of this house for if you had stayed who knows what would happen to the three of you.

Which lead you to the nearest burger joint to discuss plans, and possibly how to fix this at 2am. Kalim took responsibility for paying for a baptism from a priest, while Vil pointed out the mistakes your group had made over burgers, nuggets and fries even though he too had participated.

Once the baptism had commenced a couple of days later, Kalim and Vil felt as though the weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. The weird happenings like open cabinets, broken dishes, your computer turning on by itself, the lights flickering on and off had completely stopped.

There was no more evil in your home, yet why were you still haunted?

It wasn’t complete anxiety, you were never looking over your shoulder to see what was going on, but something just felt off. You were having strange dreams of the same night of playing the ouiji board, except you were all alone. However you just toughed it out, and blamed it on nerves.

Three months later.

Vil’s courses at his university had gotten a lot more rigorous, he was spending more time at the library to the point it became a second home. While Kalim had been swaddled with work at the art emporium his parent's owned, needing to adopt some responsibility for one of the many family businesses they owned. So for the time being, you were left alone for an extensive amount of time, yet it seemed as if someone were always there, no matter what.

Just watching...you.

But it was all just nerves, right?

Maybe some creep from an apartment building over was watching you?

But you had absolutely no time to be worrying over things that were all in your head, as you were in a financial pickle to say the least, You were working a shift at the coffee shop, “The Barista’s” . It was an incredibly packed and fast day and you were working front and center, and like always you were understaffed. The order was an online order, which requested a coffee, totally black which was a little out of the regular since but there was no time to pass judgement and it had made your life easier. Who were you to complain?

Once you finished you looked over at the second coworker on your shift and asked her for the order name to put on the cup to call out into the crowd.

“Oh, um it’s CD? That’s it.”

Your eyes shot open wide, looking at the screen of placed online orders, your eyes scrolling down to the latest one.

Damien- 12:30pm

Amy- 12: 45 pm

Jamie- 1:00pm

Maria- 1:12pm

CD- 1:23pm

No fucking way. This had to be some sick prank maybe from the guys. You never talked to anyone but them about this, not wanting to spread word or make you look crazy and alongside be made fun of for your ignorant mistake of playing that game period. It seemed as though this force had become upset that you wouldn’t acknowledge their existence enough, becoming insistent and infringing on your life. Afterall, how dare you blame this damage on nerves?

A man came inside, you felt a shiver down your spine, he was dressed in all black, a button up with black pants and boots to match, adorning black circle sunglasses. It felt like he was concealing something, the way he moved seemed ominous and calculated.

He smirked once he caught your gaze, you both knew that you were afraid, afraid to call out the two letters on that damn cup.

“Order for…C.D?”

The man rose up from his seat, ready to grab his coffee that you left on the counter to avoid contact with him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said in a honeyed voice, and right as you instinctively turned around.

There was no trace of him, he had vanished into thin air.

Not one customer had called you by name today, not even the sweet old ladies that make sure to call you by it when placing their orders. Whilst getting ready today you had been neglectful of the lack of weight on your chest, quickly realizing why.

You had forgotten to wear your nametag today.

So how did that complete stranger know your name?

Timeskip

You had gotten off of work at 6:30pm, and your roommates hadn't gotten home yet and probably wouldn't for at least two hours. As you slipped your key into the hole and unlocked your door, you felt an icy breeze hit your face. It was near summer, yet this room managed to be frozen over in temperature. You had turned on the lights, the yellowed lighting bringing you slight ease.

Yet it felt as though there was a presence in the room with you, it was unnerving and unbearable. It had been this way for months, yet it showed no sign of stopping and you grew tired of this never ending feeling. It was isolating that you were the only person within your apartment to feel this way, with Kalim and Vil only giving you a "no" to asking them if they feel anxious. You couldn't stand driving yourself insane so, against all of your best judgement you decided to face your feelings head on.

“Listen, I know I’m not alone in this house. Show yourself to me, now,” you commanded, yet your voice seemed to betray you. Wavering in tone and assertiveness, exposing your true feelings of being afraid and overwhelmed. The ceiling above you started to creek and moan, almost testing the waters of your nerves.

“I know it’s you…C.D.”

The ground began to rumble and quiver, the lights once bringing a reassuring light shook alongside it. You grew completely terrified, falling to the floor, catching yourself with your own hands as lightbulbs crackled and hissed as they hit the wooden floors, leaving you in complete darkness.

The only safe haven that allowed you to see in this abyss of your apartment is right where you were standing. A gray light above your head, only providing a circle of illumination where you stood.

“You are quite brave, I'll give you that, human.”

A pure black hand with nails as sharp and long as knives, gripped your wrist from the pool of darkness surrounding you. Screaming, you shook and wriggled your arm fiercely allowing the grip of the hand off of you. Your resistance had made the demon cackle.

“W-who are you?” you exasperated, clutching onto your wrist wrung with red marks from the struggle.

“You already know my name, you summoned me after all,” the darkness retorted.

“What...What do you want?!” you asked, trying your best to appear tough, despite shaking from fear.

“Ah, so many questions... but I’m willing to answer. It’s something that all demons from hell crave-,” the demon said, letting the vintage radio Kalim had bought two weeks ago finish.

“A soul,” the old timey voice sang from the fuzzy speaker making the demon giggle.

“Isn’t it funny how we can do that? I think it’s a great party trick” the archfiend jested, “hoping” that you would agree. As the creature of darkness joked, the voice began to inch closer and closer. There was no way to run from whoever this thing was.

“Now, mortal I will give you two decisions. One; you may surrender your soul to me your soul. Or you must subject yourself to a long lasting search and you get me my memories,” the shadowed room stated.

“What happens if I get you your memories?” you asked, most definitely wanting to keep your soul.

“Well, I am proclaimed innocent, no longer needing to serve the underworld and I am free. You see, my family was cursed by an ancient witch, and every single son within the family is doomed to spend their days in hell. Once you get to hell, you have all of your memory wiped and it is manifested into actual items on Earth,” this spirit C.D explained to you from the shadows. “If you manage to get all seven of these items, we’ll both be free. Fail, I get your soul, I stay in hell.”

Weighing your options, you realized that they both ended with you losing. But even if you had the slightest chance of winning, you’re going to take it.

“I...will help you find your memories,” you said hesitantly, making him laugh.

You could hear the smirk extend on his lips, he was highly entertained with your act of resistance. It was surprising and in a sadistic way, a great form of amusement for him. "Hm...very well then, mortal. Extend your hand, we need to shake on it for it to become an actual done deal,” C.D explained, making his elongated, obsidian stained hand into your circle.

You took his hand into yours, shaking it only for a couple of seconds only for you to feel a painful burn on your wrist where his fingers lay. You were tattooed with the numbers “123” on your wrist with a shade darker of your skintone.

“What did you do to me?!” you exclaimed, holding your wrist once more, an electrifying pain seeping throughout your arm.

“You need my vision in order to see the artifacts. And don’t worry too much, only you can see the marking and can make others see it if you wish. It’ll go away once our deal is done,” the demon explained, thinking that it was quite obvious.

“Oh, and it’s also a part of the deal that I have to live in this home so-”

“No fucking way you’re staying here in my house,” you growled angrily, completely exasperated from this ordeal of horror.

“Woah, woah, woah I’m not the one whose soul is on the line here. I don’t need to eat or drink anything so I rarely do it. And again same rules apply, if you want to let Thing One and Thing Two see me then you can. If you want to keep this a secret, then again, you can,” CD snapped back.

“But, why C.D and why this damn number?” you asked, staring down at your wrist.

There was a silence in the room before C.D answered, “It was my lucky number... supposed to be angel number when I get to heaven. Whenever you see it, just know that I’m around somewhere. And C.D is a nickname, the only thing the devil left me was my name from when I was a human, Cater. Cater Diamond.”

There was a snap, light had entered your apartment completely. The once popped lightbulbs were restored back to normal, alongside with other disturbed items like picture frames and furniture. There was no sign of the body that belonged to the voice that was speaking to you.

Only once you turned around to see him in his human form sitting on the small black sofa in the corner. Spooked by his presence as you let out a yelp, it made him let out a chuckle.

“Now, we have a deal, don’t we?” He asked for the final time, making you nod your head.

The demon lowered his blacked out sunglasses, revealing his amber-colored eyes.

“Excellent. It was good doing business with you, Y/N.”

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Coming soon- Chapter Two: A New Roommate

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letterstoear · 5 months ago

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Jealousy bites Trey Clover ver.

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Notes: Trey x reader, suggestive undertone, minors DNI, gn reader, established relationship, letter

After a fight Trey writes a letter to you on his innermost thoughts.

___________,

Our first fight. I must have gotten so used to Riddle’s reflection essays because I’m writing one by reflex. _________, I’ve reached my breaking point of jealousy. All the little things have been piling up, one after the other. Going to concerts with Ace and Deuce. Laying side by side with Cater outside in the warm sun. Those study sessions with Riddle that end with a mini tea party. I didn’t want to tell you how I felt at first because I thought you'd hate me. So, I suppressed those feelings the best I could.

I didn’t hate how close the two of you got, you’re free to be with who you choose. No, the part that got me was knowing someone else might be able to love you better than me. How could that be the case? I’m not sure. You're my lover, yet I was insecure by the thought of you being swept away.

The thoughts of “what if my love hadn’t been enough?” circled my mind. It led me to think I needed to do more. It was me who lost trust. I figured I hadn’t loved you enough. I’m to blame. Thinking back on the small things which piled up, it was all in my head. There’s no way you would have gotten swept away from them.

To me, the best way to rid this feeling was to shower you in love. Kissing you with that damn blindfold. Holding you with my hands tied. I was determined to smother you in love with everything I’ve got. The need to do more for you, to prove every inch of my love to you.

I know I already told you this before, but I feel the need to say it one more time for good. ________, I’m sorry I hurt you with my insecurities. It resulted in you being concerned when I wanted to let you know how much I love you. Now, I know I won’t lose you. I’ve learned my lesson well.

Everything was on me. _______, thanks for not giving out on me. Fighting, working things out, I think it’s nice to know we can resolve these kinds of problems now. But it was my fault we ended up like this. I’m sorry.

Now then, I’m ready for the afterglow, are you _____?

With love,

Trey Clover

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pinkanonwrites · 2 years ago

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

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

Original post here!

NSFW Below the cut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ghostieyanyan · 1 year ago

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~Masterlist~

{Last update: Aug 26, 2024}

This is the type of content i make! Be warned most if not all have yandere theme, if thats not your thing then I’m not for you. Sorry, i hope you have a great day though!

Art/ Comic ❀

Fanfic ✿

Both ✾

~Challenges~

This would be art challenges or writing challenges! Things that i try to push myself to make more content for you!

Twisted wonderland expression meme❀

A8 Jade Leech

E8 Floyd Leech

B3 Riddle Roseheart

C2 Leona Kingscholar

~Heartslabyul~🌹♣️♦️♠️♥️

~Baked goods~ [Yan!Trey x mc] ❀

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Ace x mc x Yan!Deuce] ✾ [Yan!Trey x mc] ✿

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Off with your Head~ [Overblot!Demon!Yan!Riddle x mc]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Riddle x mc] ✾

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Ace x mc] ✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Cater x mc] ✾

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Trey x Fox!Mc] ❀

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Demon au headcanons~ [Riddle] ✾

~Made with EXTRA love~ [Trey x yandere!mc] ❀

~Happy Birthday Deuce~ [Deuce] ❀

~Pretty Please~!~ [Kitsune!Cater x mc] ❀

~Abused!Mc~ [Yan!Deuce x Abused!Mc] ✿

~Rose Princess! Mc~ [Yan!Riddle x Rose Princess! Mc] ✿

~Savanaclaw~🦁🐺🍩

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Leona x mc]✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Ruggie x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~The Bite~ [Yan!Ruggie x mc] ✾

~Demon Headcanons~ [Leona] ✾

~Human girl in NRC?!~ [Yan!DemonAU!Leona x fab!mc] [Yan!DemonAU!Jack x fab!mc] ✿

~Abused!Mc~ [All the boys] ✿

~Octavinelle~🐙🐬🦈

~Musical!Mc~ [All the boys] ✾

~Crazy for you~ [Patient!Floyd x Caretaker!mc] ✾

~Under the sea.. with me~ [Yan!Jade x mc] ❀

~Escape attempt with the leech twins~ [Yan!Leech Twins x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Give us your Madol!~ [Floyd and Jade] ❀

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Floyd x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Our Little Red Shrimpy~ [yan!wolf!Floyd x littleredridinghood!mc x yan!wolf!jade] ❀

~Scarabia~☀️🐍

~My Jasmine~ [Overblot!Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~”Get rid of him” comic~ [Jamil x mc x Yan!Kalim] ❀

~You’ll support your sunshine, right?~ [Yan!Kalim x mc] ❀

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Kalim x mc] [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Just trying to help~ [Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc] ✿

~We're home, Master~ [Omega!Jamil x Yan!Alpha!mc x omega!Kalim] ❀

~Otter Kalim~ [Kalim] ❀

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Jamil x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Oh no! You're still a good angel~ [Yan!Demon!Jamil x Angel!mc x Yan!???!Kalim] ✾

~Pomefiore~⚜️🏹🍎

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc] ❀

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Rook x mc] ✿

~Fox and their love-sick hound~ [Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc] ✿

~Musical!mc~ [All the boys] ✾

~Celebrity Sandwich, with a hint of rivalry~ [Vil x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Vil x m!mc] [Yan!Epel x m!mc] ❀

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Vil x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Just unwrapping a lovely present~ [Yan?Rook x mc] ❀

~Liverleaf Rook~ [Yan!Rook] ❀

~Ignihyde~🎧🦋

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Idia x mc] ✾

~Demon Au~ [All the boys]❀

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys (no ortho)] ✿

~Emo mc~ [Idia x emo!mc] ❀

~Just like brand new~ [Yan!Idia x Robot!mc] ❀

~Human girl in NRC?!~ [Yan!DemonAU!Idia x fab!mc] ✿

~Demon Headcanons~ [Idia] ✾

~Diasomnia~🐉🦇⚔️🐊

~Musical!mc~ [Yan!Malleus x mc] ✾

~Amnesia!mc~ [Yan!Lilia x mc] ✿

~Malleus and his new pet~ [Yan!Malleus x Fairy!mc] ❀

~You and I will be one!~ [Yan!Lilia x Fairy!mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [All the boys] ❀

~Mental-Exhausted!mc~ [Yan!Lilia x mc] ✿

~Mc with lover at home/dead~ [Yan!Malleus x mc] ✾

~Yandere Regrets~ [Yan!Silver x mc] ✾

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All the boys] ✿

~Found you!~ [Yan!General!Lilia x mc] ❀

~Sleep~ [yan!catnap?malleus x mc] ❀

~Abused!Mc~ [Yan!Silver x Abused!Mc] ✿

~Lilia sandwich~ [Yan!Lilia x mc x Yan!General!Lilia] ❀

~Other Twst characters~

~Celebrity Sandwich, with a hint of rivalry~ [Neige x mc] ❀

~Demon Au~ [Staff] ❀

~Let the fire purify you~ [Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc] ✿

~Yandere Valentine in TWST~ [All + Che'nya, Neige, and Rollo] ✿

~Disciplining a Pup~ [yan!demon/og! Divus Crewel x mc] ❀

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riddles-fiddles · 1 year ago

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Ooh that last scenario gave me the idea of doing the same TO Riddle, I bet he never touch himself and it would be great if his s/o teaches him how!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts Tags: NSFW, smut, smut with no plot, handjob, masturbation Notes: gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+, I'm a convict believer it would be so fun to play around with him and just tease him with lewd matters lmao

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The soothing silence of the room is interrupted by the lingering moans and pants that Riddle elicits, a low, urgent melody that melts from his lips. The way he arches his back against the fluff pillows and his hips bucks in shaky thrusts against your hand sends a thrill down your spine - he looks absolutely beautiful and so uncharacteristically vulnerable at the absolute mercy of your hands.

There's a fine layer of sweat sticking to his lean figure, making his pale sking glisten against the gentle strands of sun that peeks through the widows of his room. The smell of arousal heightens your senses with ethereal longing, mingling with the gorgeous view of a Riddle with eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly agape, allowing shy sounds of satisfaction to ressonate through his throat.

Your eyes linger around every curve of his skin, drinking in the sight of his bare figure; his chest heaves with the erratic rythm of his breathing, body hot and squirming at every calculated pump of your hands. You can feel the way his cock throbs in antecipation and how his grip tightens around your wrist like it's his lifeline, and it makes your heart burn with smug pride.

A whine of protest falls from his parted lips when your hand releases his aching, needy lenght with a dry last pump. His eyelids slowly pries open to reveal his stormy eyes ablaze with lust and longing; you watch as his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, giving his delicate and pleasure-drown features a silent question that most felt like a plea from the way his hips shakily thrusted into the air a few more times before falling limp over the sheets.

"You look so handsome like that, my love," you coo at him, one of your hands coming to brush a wilf strand of hair away from his face, fingertips caressing at his damp temple. "But there's no point in me doing all the work, now. Come on, show me what you just learned." "But I-" Riddle tries to protest, but you shush him with a reassuring peck at his lips. His breath hitches at his throat, being momentarily ridden of any of his usually smart and well articulated remarks, making you giggle with affection from his reaction. It was clear as day just how much he wanted to continue feeling your touch, the way you orchestrated his impending orgasm with painfully slow strokes, but by the determined look on your face, he knew you wouldn't yield. No use for puppy dog eyes.

Riddle mumbles his protests, slowly making himself comfortable between the fluffy pillows. Suddenly, a wave of realization washes over him, the exposure and vulnerability dawning over his inhibitions. With flushed cheeks, he tries to cover as much as possible, knees knitting together only for his attempts to be frustrated by your firm grip over his thighs. Riddle's eyes widens when you position yourself to sit right the base of his kness, the weight pinning him down and forcing his legs to sit spread and still.

Shaky, lean fingers wrap around his shaft, the slightest touch of warmth sending shivers down his spine. Riddle closes his eyes once again, not only heightening his senses, but also trying to flush the sudden shame of being observed while doing something so... lewd. Slowly, his hands strokes up to his throbbing cock and down to his base, pulling the skin with an experimental rythm, uncertainty plasteres over his features, but you do not intervene, merely giving him a nod of approval everytime he sought guidance. You watch in awe as Riddle finally builds some confidence, his pumping growing more consistent and quickier, sighs falling from his lips as pre-cum starts building on the slit of his flush head. You need to bite your lips to stop you from leaning in, hunger beaming over your irises from the lustful spectacle.

Riddle moans and writhes under your weight, his strokes growing clearly needier and sloppier by the second. He cups his engorged head, frantically caressing it in a hazy bliss, and from the way he groes bolder, you can assume he's getting closer to his ectasy. With an amused hum, one of your hands reaches to fondle his balls, teasing and gently squeezing them. It's a delight how Riddle squirms and his hips rolls with fervour against his own hands, the pleasure too overwhelming for him; it was his first time discovering about the pleasure his body was capable of working up, after all.

His reactions are all too cute to resist, too - the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, back arching as he just instinctively bucked his hips, hands franctically pumping up and down his throbbing cock as he desperately chased after sweet release; his tongue shyly peeking from his luscious lips as moans filled the space between you two, managing to gasp out your name with urgency. God, Riddle looked a piece of art. Gorgeous and messed up, lost in hazy pleasure as his primal desires took over.

When the coiling knot over his stomach finally eased out, allowing his cum to spill unabashed with thick shots all over his abdomen, Riddle lets out a final, almost guttural groan slip from his lips, trembling and gasping for air. Next time, maybe, you should bring in some toys as well.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst smut #heartslaybul x reader #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #riddle x reader #twst riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle smut

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somekidnamedkai · 2 years ago

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I’m Opening Up Requests For Smut

I will say. My Rules for requesting Smut are very different than regular.

So listen up

1. I will only do a select few characters from the fandoms I write for this. See below for that list. It is subject to change, but for now I will reject a request if it’s for a character that is not on the list

2. I will reject a request if it makes me uncomfortable. I am new to writing smut, and certain things still make me uncomfortable. I will politely decline, so don’t be scared to request anything. There is be a list below to what certain things I will and will NOT write. no exceptions

3. Minors. DO NOT REQUEST AND DO NOT INTERACT. That simple

4. Be patient with me. I have a lot of requests, I don’t go by oldest or newest. I go by whatever I want to write. So your request might get stuck in my inbox for a while. Feel free to send another ask if yours hasn’t been answered in a while, but don’t be rude if I don’t get yours done.

5. I don’t fully know what I’m doing. I’m 18. And the last time I wrote smut was then I was 14 and thought it was cool. So don’t be rude

Characters I Will Do List

Heartslabyul: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover

Savanaclaw: Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl

Octavinelle: Azul Ashengrotto

Scarabia: Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper

Pomefiore: Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt

Ignihyde: Idia Shroud

Diasomnia: Malleus Draconia

Pokémon SV: Rika… yeah that’s it

Pokemon SwSh: No one.

Kinks/Prompts/Things I Will Do List

Mommy/daddy kink, riding, oral, bondage, tying up, sensory deprivation, yandere, non-con, dub-con, overstim, orgasm control, praise, humiliation, using as a sex doll, degradation, certain dark themes… feel free to request something even if it isn’t on this list (as long as its on the I will not do list) and if I don’t feel comfortable with it, I’ll let you know

Kinks/Prompts/Things I Will NOT Do List

Piss kink, foot fetish, blood, any sort of physical abuse, pedophilia, incest, public sex (semi-public is fine)

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tswhiisftteedr · 10 months ago

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Heartslabyul Masterlist

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ = NSFW ᬊ = SFW

ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ = Crack 𓈒ིུ𖤛 = Fluff ♬⃝ = Angst

♡ Whole dorm ♡

One Shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

Drabble:

❦ Riddle Roseheart ❦

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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🂱 Ace Trappola 🂱

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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♤ Deuce Spades ♤

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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♧ Trey Clover ♧

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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♢ Cater Diamond ♢

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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ၴႅၴ Multiple ၴႅၴ

One shot:

Series:

Headcanon:

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General Masterlist

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ridorukunmajitennshi · 1 year ago

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「hanayome au ; yandere heartslabyul」

Held once every few decades, a mark representing a house candidate appears on the hanayome bride's body. The first one who blooms their corresponding mark will be the one chosen to become the new head. Under traditional circumstances, there should have only been one hanayome per candidate—however, this year, all candidates are connected to a single, lone hanayome.

"You're quite pitiful, aren’t you?" And to exacerbate your plight even worse, you began suffering from bursts of fever-like symptoms and acute chest pain after these marks come into fruition from the ‘hanayome’ curse; and they can only be calmed by ‘acts of love’⋯

SETTING: HOUSE OF HEARTSLABYUL a house based on the queen of heart’s nature of strictness.

heartslabyul is a house well-known for its long list of rules—810, to be precise—written by the late queen of heart's herself; and it's expected that each and every resident abide by them. should they find themselves breaking even one rule, accidental or not, insignificant or not, it will be swiftly dealt with and result in their beheading by the current housewarden.

RIDDLE (rose) ;; house of heartslabyul's current housewarden—said to be among the strictest of all previous heads, he staunchly upholds the rules; and before the appearance of you, bearing the various hanayome marks, believed he'd continue to be head of house. ↠ mark location: left chest.

ACE (heart) ;; the very first friend you made upon accepting the duties of being night raven's prefect—he's a quick-thinker with a talent for deception, but cherishes you more than anything beneath his teasing streaks; his current problem is, though, he acts a little entitled with you, and so, don’t you think you owe it to him to help him become head and beat riddle? ↠ mark location: left inner thigh.

DEUCE (spade) ;; another one of your close friends that complete your trio—a serious and straightforward person, he's on his best behavior; both with you and the hanayome ordeal, yet you get the feeling that he's becoming desperate about something. ↠ mark location: right ankle.

TREY (clover) ;; house of heartslabyul's vice-housewarden—seen as the resident's parental figure, he's mild-tempered and balances out the irascible housewarden; however, because he is riddle's childhood friend, he has his own reservations about the hanayome selection process. ↠ mark location: right wrist.

CATER (diamond) ;; often called upon as the residential mediator and your self-proclaimed guide at house of heartslabyul—you've gotten the impression that he's unconcerned with the hanayome ordeal and trust him greatly; however, underneath that easygoing veneer and hidden away from your eyes, he has his own set of secrets. ↠ mark location: lower back.

all characters depicted are 18+. this series will contain yandere themes and toxic behavior, please interact with caution.

#hanayome au #heartslabyul #heartslaybul x reader #yandere #smut

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blusherbaker · 9 months ago

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TWST Kink Headcanons: Heartslabyul Edition

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

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

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

| Savanaclaw »——>

Riddle: Submission

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

Other possible kinks:

PRAISE

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

Biting

Hair pulling

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

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

Dislikes:

Humiliation, especially regarding his size or his capabilities

Impact play

Choking

Ace: Brat play

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

Other possible kinks (mostly receiving):

Degradation / humiliation

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

Masochism

Exhibitionism

Light CBT?

Gagging

Edging

Mental bondage

Dislikes:

Other forms of bondage

Role play

Deuce: Praise

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

Other possible kinks:

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

Domesticity

Lingerie (on himself OR his partner)

Dislikes:

Degradation and humiliation, especially regarding his intelligence

Sadism

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

Trey: Stuffing

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

Other possible kinks (mostly giving):

Sensation play (he definitely uses his UM!!)

Teeth (obviously) - also includes biting!

Orgasm control

Breeding (as a fantasy, NOT reality)

Dacryphilia (crying)

Cockwarming?

Soft domination (possible Daddy kink?)

Dislikes:

Food play (he doesn’t like the mess)

Pet play

Exhibitionism

Cater: Overstimulation

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

Other possible kinks:

Bondage

Sensation play

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

Voyeurism

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

Hair pulling

Mirror sex?

Group sex, more specifically clone sex

Orgasm control (especially forced orgasms, as noted above)

Dislikes:

Degradation

Forced feminization

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

You can read some extra ideas about these kinks here!

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