#cater Diamond smut

[clown-bimbo]

Despite being transmigrated to a world of magic almost completely different to your own, with a rich history and culture you know nothing about, you are still expected to go to school.

And you can't even get any of your medications for it.

You're like halfway through the school year, and you are stressed. Maybe that's putting it nicely. You are stressed, pressed, and depressed, and studying for a history test of a world you were never a part of. And on top of all the typical school bullshit, there's also your social life, Grim, whatever bullshit Crowley throws your way. There's also the crushing dread you'll never get home again, and the depression that comes with your situation and oh yeah the depression that runs rampant in your brain without the proper chemicals to tell it to shut up.

You're fuckin S T R E S S E D.

And your buddies are starting to notice it.

Hi, and welcome to the first horny addition to Stuck In TWST Without Meds. Today we'll be taking a look at how Cater, Trey, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus might fuck your brains out to distract you from the fucking everything in your life.

18+ content below the cut. minors, this one isn't for you

all characters (including you) are 18+. established relationships.

In hindsight I don't think this is at all "smutty" enough so I'm sorry!!! But I'm really proud of how each one ends. Might go back and make them smuttier or make a smuttier part two idk but I like how it is rn

🍀

Trey already typically stays up fairly late, what with vice housewarden duties and all, but he's surprised to find you have him beat. When he left you in his room, it was with your promise that you'd be done in a minute. Buy he was gone for a good half hour longer than 'a minute', and there you were, still at his desk, furiously scribbling away with bags under your eyes.

Cute.

You don't even notice when he comes up from behind you to place a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think it's about time for bed, prefect."

"Just a minute."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

That gets you to actually look at the time. You whimper at the hour gone (and little progress made), but brush him off.

"It'll only take a minute."

Trey sighs and shakes his head.

He considers for a second leaving you be, but this is the man who got Riddle away from studying for treats. He's got tricks up his sleeve. Though he is about to use some very different tricks for you.

It starts with his hands on your shoulders. Innocent little rubs to your shoulders. Another kiss to your cheek. A kiss to your jaw. A kiss to your neck... that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. A nibble.

His hands are moving, too. From your shoulders, to your biceps. Soon he's taking your hand in his, holding it up to his lips.

"Trey--"

"Yes?"

"W-what," You suck in a breath as he leaves another love bite on your neck. "What are you doing?"

He simply hums.

His other hand gets to your thigh.

Your pen is abandoned.

💎

Cater whines your name from his spot on his bed.

"Just a second, Cater."

"But that's what you said an hour ago!"

He has that adorable look in his eyes, and if you'd only look at him!!! he KNOWS he'd have you in his hands.

But you won't, and he doesn't.

He flops back onto the bed with a sigh.

Until he gets an idea.

For a second, one foolish second, you think you have peace. Until you start hearing a quiet but telltale shlick shlick shlick.

His breathing starts to quicken. Then he's oanting. Soon you can hear quiet moans escape his lips.

And you can hear your name as well.

God damn it.

Cater grins as you finally get up from his desk.

🦁

Your stress is stressing Leona out.

He's lounging on his bed while you work on studying for Trein's test. Leona commented that you're taking freshman history, which is "baby stuff" to which you reminded him "I AM LITERALLY NOT FROM THIS WORLD, LEONA." And, to his credit, he did try to tutor you, but Leona is the kind of tutor that only works for certain individuals and you, bless your heart, are not that type.

So he gave up (lazy lion) while you continued to work. But he can basically hear your cogs turning from his spot and it's just not productive for either of you.

So, with a growl, Leona grabs you by the collar, only to start aggressively unbuttoning it.

"Leona-"

"Shut up."

"Leona, I-"

To which you are met with a 'shut up' kiss.

But you're pretty quick to forgive him once he has you on your knees under him.

"You're working too hard, Herbivore." He grunts from over you. "Give that little brain of yours a break and let me do all the work, alright?"

🏹

It's already difficult for you to continue studying when you have Rook whispering all sorts of French terms of endearment into your ear.

He's all over you, trying to coax you away from work and into bed with massages and the aforementioned French nothings.

Nothing.

He sighs, leaning back.

Until a wicked little idea brings a grin to his face.

"Mon amour," He whispers, to which you hum in reply. "I'm going to get a snack." Another hum.

A second later you feel a hand at your pants zipper. You look down to see none other than Rook, of course, hitting you with a closed eyed smile.

👑

Vil had been helping you with your homework. Bit even after he had stopped to get changed for bed, you had kept to it. And now you had vil worried about you. While he respected your gumption, you weren't going to get anything out of staying up all night and worrying yourself. You had used up your productive hours (quite productively, he would like to add) and now it is time for sleep.

He calls your name once.

...

Oh, this will not do.

He stalks over to you. He reaches out with one perfectly manicured hand and traces your jawline.

"Darling," He purrs. "It's time for bed."

"I cant." You reply. "I-"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh." He brings a slender finger to your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to look at him.

"It's time for bed." He repeats. "Are you going to behave for me, or am I going to have to show a naughty little spud its place?"

💀

Let's be real, Idia's probably not going to sleep at a reasonable time, but he's also not staying up stewing over homework. If he's gonna have you staying up all night in his room with him it's gonna be—

W-w-w-wait, not like that!!! He was gonna say if you're gonna be staying up all night with him it would be cuz you're playing videos games! That's all!!

Oh, but now he's thinking about it... but you're working... ugh, but it's such beginner knowledge! But you're so focused... you... you wouldn't notice if he–

But you do notice. You do notice the 6 foot tall flaming haired nerd (affectionate) humping against you. It would be harder not to notice.

🐉

Malleus is concerned about his precious child of man. He can see how stressed you are. How hard you work. He wants nothing more than alleviate the troubles plaguing your mind.

And Lilia had a... curious suggestion.

Youre working away within your own dorm room when there's a knock at your door.

Malleus grins down at you.

"May I come in?"

And you say yes.

You worry about your work left upstairs, but you play the role of gracious host and prepare him a cup of tea. He takes a seat.

"You've been troubled recently." He notes.

You sigh. "I've just been stressed with all this work."

"I see." He's silent for a moment. "I dont like seeing you in so much distress." He confesses. "Might I offer my assistance?"

You blink. "Oh, sure. Yes, I'd love that. Thank you." You expect he's going to help you study.

You do not expect, however, for him to press you up against a wall and his lips against yours.

[leonystic]

cater diamond is cruel with his love. sex is a trade, something to give and something to take, and he loves the way you beg for it, nude at his feet and looking at him with pleading eyes. he is gentle with the way he touches you, caresses you, and the way his eyes look at you, so cold but burning hot, makes you feel excited and safe with him. "you'll be good for me, won't you?" he whispers, and you nod- there was no other option, after all.

dom!cater, sub!reader, mild tones of petplay? idk.

[3cremepie3]

Winter concert

Synopsis - ANGST & SMUT 18+! CATER X FEM READER! You find out about Caters saddening behavior and do everything in your power to take him out of that dark headspace. You're in love with him after all.

Warnings - mentions of self-harm, scars, cvtting, smut, unprotected sex, creampies, declarations of love

A/n - at the end of the story. This is pretty heavy pls read all tags. AND MERRY Christmas 🎄!! ANGST & SMUT 18+! CATER X FEM READER!

“Oh my god you guys were amazing,” you gushed. “I can’t believe you broke your guitar right in front of Crowley Lilia! And Kalim don’t even get me started on that drum break,” you rambled.

“Thank you Y/n,” Kalim gleamed. “Our biggest fan strikes again,” Lilia says. “Of course look what I made you guys.” You laid out a poster you made of them on the auditorium floor.

The crowd was bustling in the background leaving the venue but you could still hear their oos and ahhs. “We love it,” Lilia and Kalim cheered. Cater smiled too but was quieter than his usual demeanor.

Kalim ended up taking the poster home with him promising he would hang it up. And Lila left soon after him with Silver and Sebek fanboying. Cater was still at the venue putting his guitar in his sticker-covered case.

“You’re always the last to pack up,” you say. “Taking responsibility for those messy boys I guess? He shook his head picking up his amp. You watched the muscles in his lean arms flex while he did so. “Why are you so quiet today Cater?” He was your crush you could notice any change in his behavior.

“Something happened I don’t know about,” you questioned. As your guy's unofficial manager I demand to know,” you bluffed. “You know about it.” He groaned and mumbled at the same time making his words drawn out but quiet. “Then tell me! Or I’m gonna steal this!” You pouted grabbing his guitar case before he could get to it.

“Y/n pls,” he sighed deeply clearly irritated. “Just tell me,” you giggle. He runs after you almost catching you until he falls over a speaker cord. “Jesus Cater I’m sorry.” You say rushing over to him he falls flat on his pretty face.

“Fuck!” He cussed harshly while getting off the ground. It’s obvious he had a bad day. You grabbed his hand helping him up off the slippery stage floors. While you did so you noticed his sleeve roll up. You couldn’t help but glance at the fresh scars lined up across his wrist.

They were a burning bright red contrasting across his pale skin. “Cater…,” you trailed. He grabbed his arm away from your hand quickly pulling down his sleeve along with it. “Wait Cater I’m sorry,” you called after him.

"You can talk to me I didn’t mean to be intrusive," you stated. He exited the doors quickly ignoring your pleas. "Swear I won't tell anyone," you insisted. You chased after him carrying the gift you made in his honor. He stayed quiet continuing his walk to the chamber of mirrors. "Cater please I don't want you to keep doing this to yourself!"

You had both finally come to a halt stopping at the hall of mirror doors. You watched as expression changed through the many reflective lenses. "You're always so god damn nosy Y/n. Why can't you just leave me alone," he screamed.

"Well, that's because I love your guy's work. Truly I do You are all very talented." Talented my ass," Cater huffed. "What do you mean," you interrupted. "Im nothing but a fuck up! My work up there was sloppy and offbeat and I don't deserve to be in a club with people that much more talented than me."

"Everywhere I go I feel like I'm lagging behind everyone." Cater breaking away from his normally cheerful demeanor would normally make you excited since you were seeing the real him. But this was different. "Cater... I didn't expect any of this and I'm sorry if I annoy you."

"But I'm only around you so much because I care about you. I love the music you make and even if you do badly in a performance that's what you have practices for. People are never going to be perfect that's the point of having so much time in life so you can use it to improve. Also, I couldn’t hear one mistake up there but maybe that’s just my untrained ears,” you thought.

For a moment everything was silent you had imagined that what you said probably felt like useless rambling to him. And After what felt like 10 minutes of silence he turned around to your begging face. "Do you mean that?" Of course I do baby," You smile. He swears it's the brightest thing he's ever seen so blinding it could take away all his senses for an eternity.

"Cater you're only 18 years old. I know on social media you see all these people with the luxuries of grown adults but they set unrealistic standards. In my eyes, you're doing well." You grab his freckled hand and squeeze it. His palms are sweaty and his eyes are searching yours for any hint of lying.

"You have good grades," you say. "Well that's because of Riddle," he admits. "He may have had some influence but you keep them up mostly yourself otherwise that collar would be on your neck right now," you giggle. "And you have more clout than any of my socials combined!"

"That's because I spam posts with hashtags," he frowns. "So do thousands of others and who did the algorithm pick up?" You raised your eyebrows waiting for an answer. "Me," he smirks. "Yeah, you Cater you're my favorite niche micro internet celebrity."

"Really," he gasps. "Yes, your magicam is so aesthetically pleasing I can't help but cyberstalk you sometimes." Woah creepy much," he teases. "You know you love having fans." You playfully roll your eyes. "Thank you for this Y/n I really appreciate it."

His voice dropped from its "normal" high pitch when he stated this making you wonder if the Cater you knew wasn't the real him all along. "Anytime really." You grab both of his hands not wanting to ever let go. "Get a room," a drunken savannaclaw student yells. He pushes past the both of you entering the hall of mirrors.

“Asshole,” you suck your teeth. "Look Cater I know recovery may seem far ahead right now but it's best to stop before things get out of hand." You're both entering the hall of mirrors as you speak. Just as he's nearing the Heartslybul dimension you mumble "I can't afford to lose you too."

"Y/n." He turns around to see you in tears.” Sorry I’m such a baby,” you laugh. "Please don't cry over me I'm right here." You're instantly pulled into his arms he embraces your trembling form. "Cater let me spend the night please itll give me peace of mind," you beg.

"Riddle would kill me if he knew a girl was in my room are you kidding me," he huffed. "Well sneak me in," you demanded. "Come on I know you sneak in magicdash all the time Ace and Duece tell me so.” Fine just follow my league."

When you get to the dorm it’s dark it’s been at least an hour past bedtime. You and Cater creep down the halls careful not to knock into the many statues and card decor. "My rooms up this way." He guides you by the hand sending shivers up your spine. You always dreamed of him touching you past friendly pats on the back. Finally, after endless halls you make it.

"Now I see why I've never been here before why is your room so far away? It was the only place I could get a room to myself after the house wardens changed." He removes his shoes and jacket plopping down on his bed. You stand up taking a look around his room.

"So where’s the weapon of interest," You asked. You took a seat at his desk chair turning it around to face his bed. "Ahh why did I invite you here," he sighs. "So I could help you remember?" You glance over at his slumped form. “Fine it's in that lockbox." he points to underneath his dresser. There's a small safe-like box that you remember him getting in the silk city.

"You gotta open it i don't have the key." You can tell he's hesitant as you walk over to him. You sit next to him on the bed watching as he fiddles with the passcode. "I promise you you're gonna feel so much better after this." He opened the box revealing sharp razor blades. Some you could tell were used.

You couldn’t help but frown seeing the sight. How could someone so perfect hurt themselves like that? "You're gonna be so proud of yourself after you get rid of them.” You rub his shoulder and without parting your lips further encourage him to get rid of them. But he still makes no moves "Come on you got this," you challenge. He freezes in place for a minute.

He thinks a little harder about your words. "And how would you know? You keep saying you know what's good for me and you haven't experienced shit." You have all the friends in the world here? His face cringes at your calm one peering back at him.

Looking into his eyes you could tell they were hurt bloodshot red from crying. You know this is triggering for him since you're seeing him how no one else does. The him without his happy-go-lucky facade. "I didn't wanna have to do this." You get off the bed and he watches as you strip down to your underwear.

You blush heavily reavling your body. "There's so many," he winces. He should ask but he can't help but feel your skin. Your scars cover your thighs in long streaks many of them so deep he wonders how you didnt have to go to the infirmary. Your upper arms right above your sleeves also hold some.

"I made sure to hide them where no one could see unless they undressed me. Guess that's why I can't keep a boyfriend I refuse to have sex with them because of this," You laugh to hide your pain. "I'm sorry,” he says eyes dropping to the floor. You huff going to grab your shirt to put back on. "I had to let you see this ugly part of me. So you can know at one point I felt the same level of emptiness.”

"You're anything but ugly." He pulls your body into his giving you a tight hug. You can tell he doesn't want to let go and is caught up in the moment since he's hugging your half-naked form. "What I see is a person that was trying to hide their struggles eventually break through from them and stop altogether." These scars are all healed." he said admiring your plush thighs. “And their fading I can tell you haven’t done it for months.”

Eventually, he realizes how and where he caressing you his actions his brain deemed as sweet now affecting him truly. "Shit I'm sorry I must seem like a perv," he cussed letting you go. "It’s okay," you chuckle. You kiss his cheek "I know you didn't mean it like that sweet boy." His face turns a bright red your kneeling over him on his bed and all he can see is your cleavage through your bra.

"You can heal too Cater I know you can. I got to into my head about being brought here to twisted wonderland and was sad that I lost everything. My family, house, friends, even my trifling schoolmates. Then I reflected and realized I was probably brought here for a reason. I believe everyone has a purpose and you will find yours. It may not be in this school and that’s alright.”

"I thought of all the friends I made. Like Ace and Grim oh and you of course though my feelings for you were a little different," you added. "Are you saying what i think youre saying," he asked. "Yes Cater I love with you with my whole heart. Don’t ever forget it and if you would allow me too… I want to be one with you. Youre the only person to see me for everything I truly am." One of his hands goes to the smooth of your back while the other interlocks with your own.

"I feel the same way Y/n im so sorry for what i said earlier. It’s just I thought you were happy I was such a idiot for not realizing. In the end I just pushed you away.” It’s okay maybe I was great at hiding it after all just never blame yourself. And don’t ever be mean to me again I had to try not to cry,” you pouted. "I promise i wont from now and to forever." Mark that promise with a kiss," You demand your arms wrapping themselves behind his head. He does so his tounge tracing around your unfimilar mouth. You quickly get used to how hungry he is taking the limited breaths of air he gives you not for granted.

His hands draw down to your panties removing the garments and tossing them somewhere into his room. “Can I touch you,” he asks. You shake your head pulling his hands further down your body. “This is a little more than a kiss,” you tease. You feel him smirk onto your mouth not stopping for anything.

He grips your ass pulling you down onto his crotch. You can feel his hard on as you grind down. The tension is delicious as his mouth further engulfs yours. There’s nothing more you guys can share as you devour each other. By the time you pull away your face is covered your connected spit.

His hands move you at a steady tempo. The thick fabric of his jeans make you wish he wore leggings as you can’t feel him as much as you need him. “Cater if you’re comfortable can you take off your pants?” Anything for you precious.” He speaks while peeling off his pants his legs are all clear thankfully.

“You’re lucky I trust you very few have seen this package,” he brags. You giggle while bringing yourself down on him. You both only have a thin layer of clothing stopping you from greatness. But you’re to scared to ask him if he wants to go that far.

He’s already gave you a lot tonight trusting you with his business . “I’m surprised,” you say between breathes. “That you aren’t tryna take pictures right now,” you joke. “I won’t post them of course but can I,” he pleads. “Wanna save them for later!”

“Fine I have something post worthy,” you winked. He blushed at your behavior. You grabbed his jaw forcing him to receive the many kisses you gave him. “Look at you baby!” You handed him a mirror to show his lipstick stained face and lips.

“Wow this is totes postable if you want me to of course.” Of course I want you too,”you smiled. “Don’t you want me to show you off?” Everyone at school would freak out but yeah I’d love that.” Fine then later on it’s posted but for now there’s something else I need to focus on.”

“You’ve been making me feel good with all your sweet words dear and you deserve to feel the same way.” His hands dipped into your waistband sending butterflies tumbling in your stomach. “I’ve never done-.” Shh just let me handle it relax okay?”

Your legs parted for him allowing him to enter inside of you. His fingers were long and slender while two of them worked at slowly stretching you another one traced your clit. He watched your cute reactions in admiration “you’re so sensitive.”

“Does it feel good,” he asked. “Yes you’re doing so well.” You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans. Your eye contact was strong as he worked your hole. “Mmm you’re so wet baby you hear that?”

“Cater that’s so embarrassing stop,” you whined. “It’s sexy knowing you like this so much.” All for me huh? Yes for you,” you blurted. Your hand went to his wrist trying to slow down his pattern an orgasm like you never experienced was upcoming.

He swatted your hand away and kept working while you got an idea. You pulled out his dick and watched it spring onto his abdomen. “Leaking so much,” you asked. “Can’t help it seeing that pretty body.” You stroaked to the rhythm of his fingers. You couldn’t help but get giddy at his words.

He went faster sending your toes curling and mind spiraling you did the same onto his dick. “Gonna cum already?” Don’t tease me I can’t help it,” he grits. Looking into each others eyes you could tell you were getting lost.

The rooms noise level filled drastically as you groaned into each others mouths having no courtesy for the people near by. Your fingers traced his slit spreading his precum down onto his shaft.

You felt him twitch in your palm. His ears were bright red and tears pooled in his eyes. His lips were getting swollen from kissing. “Fuck!” You’ve never seen such a more stunning sight. It made you want to savor the moment.

But you couldn’t think when he was knuckles deep in you. “I don’t think I can wait,” you hissed. “Please let me cum Cater. He almost came undone with you asking for permission. “Fine we can do it together uggh!” Not even a second later and you were releasing all over each others hands making a mess outta your underwear.

You held him close as he kissed up your neck. You both collapsed on each other out of breath. You could feel his heart pounding on yours and for a moment you were at peace until you felt him get hard again behind you.

“Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together,” you smirked. You laid back on the bed. “I thought you were a virgin Y/n?” I am. “Youre losing it to me,” he gasped. “Yes Cater you’re an amazing person how many times do I have to tell you I trust you?” I rather it be you than anyone else.”

“Tell me to stop at anytime okay?” You shook your head. He spread your legs and lined up his cock with your awaiting hole. “I’m ready.” You held onto one of his pillows it smelled like him. He thought you looked too cute holding on for dear life.

You wished his dick wasn’t so fat as he stilled inside you. “You’re bleeding are you okay?” Yes,” you cried burying your face into the pillow. “I’m used to it but can you please hold my hand?” He answered your simple request by holding them. He used both to stabilize himself making slow thrust.

Even though it felt like he was about to burst out his seems in your tight heat he held back until you were ready. Your legs wrapping around his narrow torso told him so. And for the first time in his life he knew he was in some place where he belonged. One he never wanted to leave as long as you were there.

The more your pretty lips called out his name the more he wanted to just claim you forever. Your gummy walls squeezed tightly around him. “Gosh you feel so good,” Cater cooed. His body pressed against yours bringing your legs up to your chest. He swore he could drool at any moment from keeping his mouth open.

It couldn’t stop hanging open as he muttered curses into your ears. You couldn’t help but take the sinful talk as he pressed you down his hands leaving yours to put you in a mating press. You swore all air was knocking out of your lungs as he did so.

You vision began to get foggy as your body was being controlled by his dick. “Give it to me! So good… too good,” you swooned. “Going all stupid for me my love,” he hummed. You shook your head a dozen times already fucked out. You couldn’t help but gush on him as he picked up his pace.

“So sorry- I don’t wanna hurt you.” It’s alright feels good!” Your hands traced up his arms feeling up his scars but he didn’t mind. “Wanna be like this for the rest of my life,” he grunted.

You giggled as his mouth came down onto yours. Your teeth clashed and tounges collided but it was filled with joy. “I can tell you’re almost there come on let go,” he instructed. “I wanna cum together,” you grinned. “Good I can’t hold back anymore.” His whimpers were becoming more apparent as he spilled his seed in you.

He sounded like he was in pure extasy while you creamed all over him. Even though he pulled out he could still feel the connection you both now shared. And to think he was gonna skip out on the concert. He laid next to you in bed facing you.

Your body was spasming a bit still and his fresh cum poured out of you. “Can we cockwarm I bet it’ll feel good,” he advised. “Later after you complete your final step.” By now you’re both half asleep and Cater doesn’t want to do anything to leave your side.

But he’s ready to appease you and himself. He takes the box away from the floor and disposes of the blades. You cheer a bit and he gets back in bed. “It’s a pretty box again I think I know what I’m gonna fill it with this time.” And what’s that,” you wondered.

“The pictures from today and here on out.” You smiled from ear to ear. “Does this mean we’re dating now?” Duh dummy,” he taunted.

A/n - this was pretty personal lol. But Cater is one of the most mysterious Twisted Wonderland characters. Whenever his true nature is hinted at it’s always something sneaky or pretty depressed. It’s like he has this happy mask on that he can’t break outta habit from his childhood. So I thought to make a story like this. I will probably write a part two because things don’t change over night and there will be more to these characters. I didn’t mention it but they do end up cockwarming and going for more rounds ;3

[twstedqueenvi]

What Are They Like in Bed 18+

AU Everyone is 18+ These are just some ideas I've had, subject to change as I read more of the story. Minors DNI.

Posted: 03/05/23 || Edited:--

I don't have the first years listed because honestly to me they don't give off the vibes that they fuck. They might have sex but it's more experimental and trying to figure out what they actually like in bed.

Word Count:3.2k

Heartslabyul

Book: Read

Riddle: Probably a very dedicated lover. Takes the time to learn your "rules" aka what you like and don't like. Does not fuck, like you are having sex, but it is not fucking. Lovemaking is probably a better way to put it. Can be a little selfish or aggressive when stressed. Surprisingly confident and self-assured. Excellent communication skills. Does not seem overly adventurous in normal circumstances. You'll likely have to schedule when you can have sex, he’s very busy so spontaneous sex doesn’t seem to be a thing with him. Probably has his go-to positions that he does well but not much deviation from that. However, maybe on occasion, if you've been "bad"...be prepared to be collared and relearn his rules. Not going to let you finish until he's certain you've learned your lesson. Really good with aftercare. Has snacks and refreshments on standby, helps you get cleaned up and dressed after. His room is probably really well prepared beforehand. Flower petals or just flowers, candles, music; very much so setting the mood.

Trey: He has an oral fixation. Surprisingly rough. He’s going to hold your face and make you look at him while he’s using you. Likes to see the expressions you make when he slams into you. If he’s hitting it from behind you’re getting your ass smacked and he’s probably going to use your hair as a handle or hold onto your throat; unless he’s pressing your face down into the sheets/pillows. Likely going to put you into a mating press. Does not like being called daddy, surprisingly. Is going to look down at you with a smirk while biting his lip. Going to shower you with degrading praises (that’s my good little slut, etc.). If you ever didn't want it rough he'd likely be a very sensuous lover. Slow deep strokes that rock you to your core till he had you crying out in pleasure. After sex, he seems like the type to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while showering you with quick, soft kisses.

Cater: Switch. Very vocal. Into role play and would dress up for it. Can use his signature spell but would probably be more of a finisher than the main event. Is down for making a sex tape or taking pictures. Wouldn't post them but would like to keep them for the memories. Would sign your ass or crotch with some variation of "Cay Cay was here" Likes to switch positions frequently. Into public sex/sneaky play. Will shower you with praise, but could just as easily degrade you. Really likes when you wear cute/sexy lingerie or underwear for him. Would love to receive nudes or lewds from you throughout the day, even if he’s somewhere where he can’t react or respond. Would return the favor. Likes to hold your head/hair when you go down on him. Will send you links to whatever crazy position he wants to try next, maybe some lingerie he wants to see you in. After sex with him will mainly be cuddling in bed and scrolling through magicam. Might have water or snacks but wouldn't be something he always has on hand.

Savanaclaw

Book: Read

Leona: Either gonna make you do all the work or fuck you till your legs give out. Lots of biting. Really into oral, giving, and receiving. Can and will growl while using his mouth/fucking you. Likes to be told how good he’s making you feel. Will purposely leave hickies/love marks where everyone can see. Into cuddle fucking and lazy sex. Will fuck you sneakily in public if the chance arises. 7 help you if you end up having hate sex with this man. RIP your lower half. Really rocks the messy after-sex look/glow. Aftercare can be sweet but minimal. Maybe a bath/shower together where he kisses his marks but after that, sir is going to sleep, though you are welcome to join him for some sleepy cuddles. Lowkey jealous, highkey possessive. If he feels too many people are looking at you he's the kind to come up behind you and wrap an arm around your shoulders/hips and lean against you. A not-so-subtle kiss on the cheek/lips. Definitely going to smack/grab your ass so everyone knows who you belong to herbivore.

Ruggie: Between class, his side jobs, and running errands for Leona this man has mastered the quickie. Never knows when the chance is gonna come again so he does not care where he does you. Quick, shallow thrusts. Will use his hand efficiently to make sure you get off too. Will probably have you lick his fingers clean of your mess. Going to leave a small mark or two on you. Could be hidden or visible, depends on what positions you were in. Into biting. Going to tease you while fucking you, could also be having a perfectly normal conversation. Then help you get dressed before going about business as usual. Would probably be into having you use your hand/mouth while he's doing homework and vice versa. Lot of stamina so be prepared for multiple rounds throughout the day. Always gives you a kiss at the end, possibly going to smack your ass when he leaves but not one to draw attention to himself. When he's not in a rush though, probably a very tender lover. Very generous with foreplay. Going to take his time till you both are satisfied. Has snacks in his room and seems like he would be very affectionate before going to sleep

Octavinelle

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Azul: Does not like missionary or other positions where you can look at him. If you want those kinds of positions, he’ll likely want to blindfold you, or keep some clothes on. Likes to use restraints. Probably makes really cute faces/noises while fucking. Just very expressive, you’re going to know if he’s feeling good. If he’s in a bad mood he’d be a mean fuck. Just being rough and degrading you. But for the most part, he’d be a very gentle lover. Doing his very best to make you feel good. He’s very thorough and likes to be close. Lots of skin-to-skin. Prefers when you take control, he’s got enough to stress about, just let him enjoy himself. Might be able to convince him for some under the desk fun in the VIP room. Would definitely bend you over that desk after hours. Stamina would probably be lacking so he's more of a one and done kind of guy. Would not use his tentacles on you unless you were blindfolded and he was sure you couldn't peek. Amazing aftercare, going to want you to shower him in praise, and he'll return the favor,might even hum or sing a little. Will eventually untangle himself from your arms to get some snacks. Expect to always have the best seat in the lounge with an exclusive discount. Aren't you just so fortunate?

Jade: Will tease the fuck out of you until you are begging for release. Does not mind using toys but would prefer his fingers/tongue. The type to make you ask for permission and say thank you after he makes you cum. Likes to watch you play with yourself to figure out what you like then improve upon it. Teases you about blushing, your expressions, and any noise you make while he’s watching. Will somehow look perfectly put together even if you look like you just finished a marathon. Likes to stay mostly clothed during sex, not because he’s insecure, but so he can tease you for falling apart at how good you feel. Will ‘accidentally’ give you marks that can be seen in uniform. Probably going to gently bully you when you’re cum drunk. Would do his best to work you up when he knows you can’t do anything just to watch you squirm. King of aftercare. Like sir has snacks and refreshments. Will run you a bath/shower and clean you up before tucking you in for some well earned rest. Lowkey jealous/possessive. If anyone gets too close he'll be sure to make a note to remind you later why you belong to him.

Floyd: His mood will determine the kind of sex you have/how much work you're gonna do. Apathetic mood could lead to him just kinda going through the motions if he’s not making you do all the work. This would probably be a quickie, might not even cum, before either passing out or doing whatever he was doing before. If he's in a good mood though…prepare to be fucked silly. Going to go until he is tired, like a full body work out, and (un)fortunately he has plenty of stamina and energy. Multiple rounds, switching positions, be prepared for every hole to get a turn. Probably going to turn you into a pretzel to try and find what feels best. Will tease you if you say you're tired or need a break. Will cover you in bites, likely some accidental bruising. Going to make a mess of his partner, just cum everywhere. Surprisingly good aftercare. Not running you a bath but he's definitely cuddling you after, talking about how much fun that was and how good it felt. Definitely gets jealous if other people give you too much attention. Will remind you whose shrimpy you are.

Scarabia

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Kalim: He is down to try anything once. A really fun lover. Really high energy, pleasure seeking to the max. Likes to try new positions frequently. Better stretch before because sir will bend you like a pretzel. Lots of spontaneous sex. He's going to say or do something that will have both of you needing to take a laugh break. Very affectionate but also needy. Might accidentally hurt you while trying out some overly complicated new position but would stop, apologize, and take some time to make sure you're okay before continuing. Very encouraging when it comes to exploring your kinks and fantasies. Probably a very playful lover, lots of teasing touches and soft kisses along your body. Not the best at foreplay but A for effort and always trying to improve his techniques for you. He does want you to feel good but sometimes he can forget to communicate and check to make sure so you'll have to be vocal. After sex he's going to want lots of cuddles and pillow talk. Would likely have snacks and refreshments brought to you two so you can stay in bed together a little longer. Would feed you snacks between playful kisses and compliments. 

Jamil: Will take whatever role their partner prefers. Is actually a dom/top. Enormous people pleaser. Really into pleasing their partner, like to the point where his pleasure gets pushed to the side. Lots of foreplay. Fingers, mouth, toys, does not care so long as you feel good. Really quick to pick up on all the little things that drive you wild and will use all his skill to give you the best orgasm ever. If you let him let loose…be prepared for an almost 180. Will make you into his living stress ball. Hard, fast, and deep. Into master/slave play. Wants you to wear a collar, maybe some restraints, def wants you to call him master or sir. He wants you to pamper him, let him sit back and enjoy himself. You're gonna be sore, either from him driving into you like a wild animal, or from making you ride him till your legs give up. He’s flexible. Probably going to pull your hair or choke you. Going to call you names. Really good with aftercare. Will help you clean up, would make you a meal and shower you in praises regardless.

Pomefiore

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Vil: He’s a bit of a mean lover. He's going to be a bit demanding and selfish, though it's not completely intentional. He just knows what he likes and how he likes it. Seems like he would enjoy some unique positions that would require you to stretch beforehand. Likes to wear/likes it when you wear nice lingerie. He has at least one mirror pointed at his bed because he likes to watch. Loves having his body worshiped, he’s more of a taker than a giver. You’re still going to love it though, because it’s him and who wouldn’t love that? He is going to let you know if you’re not doing it right. He’s going to fuck you while he makes you watch your reflection in the mirror, calling you all sorts of little names and insults. Seems like he would be into master/pet play. Somehow looks flawless after sex, like he’s going to be sweating and panting but still look picture perfect somehow. He probably has some nice mood lighting. Aftercare is going to be more so you cleaning him up. If you did good he’ll give you a few compliments, but he’ll also critique what you can do better next time. If you’re lucky he might hand feed you a snack or let you sleep next to him.

Rook: Be prepared for passion. He is going to take his time, exploring every inch of your body, learning every sensitive and weak spot you have available. He’s going to take his time teasing you, really into edging because he can’t get enough of how you look right before you cum. King of foreplay. Could spend hours between your legs just teasing and working you up till you’re ready for him. He’s quite literally going to be showering you in praises and compliments about how sublime you look in the throes of pleasure. You better hydrate and stretch before because this man has insane stamina and will go for multiple rounds until you are absolutely exhausted. He likes overstimulation, just unable to stop himself with how beautiful you look when you cum, wanting to make you do it again and again till you’re begging for mercy. He’s a very vocal lover. Probably a voyeur and will secretly watch you pleasuring yourself so that when it’s his turn he has an idea of what you like he can go off of and improve on. Might be into a bit of predator/prey, specifically hunting you down before ravaging you till morning. Going to be very sweet and loving after. Kissing all over your body while cleaning you up, making sure you're hydrated and have snacks before cuddling up to you for sleep. Would definitely give you a full body massage. You're going to feel very safe in his arms.

Ignihyde

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Idia: He’s a very shy lover. Very self conscious in person so he's going to need lots of encouragement. He's going to prefer you on top or in control because he doesn't believe he can actually make you feel good on his own. Very clumsy sex. Even if he has experience he usually doubts himself and his abilities. Makes plenty of cute noises, has trouble keeping quiet. He's going to bite you. Prefers to use toys on you, might even design a few custom toys for you to use. Might be into cockwarming while he's gaming, or even just having you ride/blow him. You could challenge him to 1v1 where the loser has to make the winner cum. He loves sexting. And when he sexts its like a complete 180 to how he is in person. Expect lots of dirty talk. He's not going to send you nudes or lewds but he'll love any that you send, especially if you complain something for him. Probably would like you to wear some kind of toy that he can control from a distance, just teasing you relentlessly while he does. After sex he's going to be very awkward and unsure of what to do. But he's going to try so be encouraging and supportive.

Diasomnia

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Malleus: BDE personified. This man is a god in bed and he knows it. He is going to worship every inch of your body. He’s going to take his time prepping you, and he knows exactly what to do with his hands and tongue. He’ll let you hold his horns while he goes down on you. Sex with this man may as well be a marathon in and of itself. He has a long fuse and an insane amount of stamina. He is the type to put your legs over his shoulders and sink his entire length into you slowly, smirking the entire time as he watches your reaction. This man is not a bed shaker, he is a bed breaker. The entire time he’s going to look like he’s barely breaking a sweat, smirking down at you and cooing the sweetest praises that he can. He’s so loving during sex, just caressing your body while pounding into it. He’s going to bite you and cover you in his marks so everyone knows exactly who you belong to. He’s not jealous but he is possessive, he does not like sharing your attention with people, you are his child of man. Going to hold you to his chest and gently nuzzle you to sleep.

Lilia: The biggest fucking tease. He’s the kind to tie you to the bed and blindfold you so he can spend hours just teasing you till you’re actually about to lose your mind, begging for any kind of release. The entire time he’ll just be commenting on how cute you look and sound. Seems like he would be into temperature play, specifically running ice cubes along your body while you whimper and squirm under him. He’s surprisingly rough, likes biting. He’s very vocal, you will know when he’s enjoying it. Complete wildcard, like he probably has some really out there kinks. Never know when he’s going to come up behind you and kiss your neck, run his hand along your thigh, just discretely grope you in public. His oral and overall technique will be flawless, like will actually have your legs shaking after. Has a lot of stamina and can go multiple rounds if one isn’t enough. Probably likes edging. Seems like he’d be great with aftercare, just like a really doting partner. Going to praise you for even the smallest thing. He is going to tuck you into bed after.

Silver: He seems very vanilla, like he’s good at what he does but there’s really nothing out there in the bedroom with him. Sir is making love, not fucking. Just very gentle with his partner. Surprising amount of stamina. He’s a very intimate lover. Lots of kisses,eye contact, and just overall being close to you. Will make eye contact when he is going down on you, likes you to look up at him when you return the favor. He’s definitely focused on making sure that you feel good and are enjoying it. Would probably bury his face in your neck and chest when he feels really good, has some nice breathy moans. After he’s going to just cover your body in gentle kisses while he helps clean you up before holding you close to him and drifting off the sleep with the sweetest pillow talk. He is just going to make you feel loved.  

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Imagining...

Imagining how Cater would rail you in the shower... 😳 💦

Using his Split Card, he had summoned another Cater to help him let your body relax. You can say they are doing a good job at that.

Well, they are technically the same person. But you love them both, right?

Now as both of them are inside you, you can’t help but moan. The original Cater is in front of you. He kisses you while playing with your chest, gently pinching your nipples. The clone is behind you and he is spreading your legs while kissing your neck. Both of them are moving in a steady pace, hitting your good spots and making your head spin.

You moan in the kiss while being hoisted up. Your hole tightens in response as to keep them both in.

“Awwwh~ Do you love us that much babe~?” The Cater in front of you says, his hands on your ass.

“They really do~! Otherwise, why would they let us do this~?” The clone replies before giving you another hickey, adding more to others on your neck, shoulders and chest.

“Mmm, maybe you’re right...” He says and chuckles, “We love you too, (Y/N)~”

You break the kiss and put your hand on Cater’s chin.

“Cay...”

You lean in and give him a tiny peck on the lips.

“Hey now, don’t forget about me~!” The clone says as he gives you a harsh thrust, making you let out a loud gasp. You put your other hand on his cheek and say,

“I love you two... so damn much...”

They smile at you and shower you with kisses. After all, they love you too!

You arch your back when they hit your core and you cum all over their cock again. The clone kisses your ear, then he grabs your chin and starts to make out with you. The original one kisses your chest, but he now has a sullen face... Having already noticed this, you break off the kiss and grab his chin with both hands.

“Hey, Cater...”

“Yes babe~?” His smile momentarily returns.

“...You don’t... have to act likeable... to get me to love you... I-I already love you as who you are..~!” You say with a smile.

He slows down for a moment and looks down as he is now taken aback from what you said. The clone also slows down. You notice a tear rolling down from his face. Then he shakily inhales and looks at you in the eye.

“...R-really?”

“Really, Cater...”

You pull him into an embrace and kiss him as you try to move your hips against their cocks. But then you feel the clone disappear. You feel a bit empty inside though. But seconds later, he pins you to the wall and starts to fuck you again. Faster than before.

“You... You don’t really have to say this stuff out loud, you know..?!” He sobs out, “I...”

You kiss him again as the shower runs above you two, constantly keeping your bodies wet with warm water.

“I love you, Cater..! Ah.. I love you so much~♡!”

He kisses you again, then makes out with you with your tongues intertwined.

“I love you too, (Y/N)... I fucking love you too..!”

He keeps hitting your core, making your eyes roll back as he starts to kiss along your jaw to your neck. Your thoughts become hazy.

“Cater..!” You call out his name as you reach your limit for the second time.

“(Y/N)...” He kisses you once again as his thrusts grow sloppier and harsher until...

“ARGH!.. Ugh~♡!!..”

You feel something exploding inside you. It feels tepid. You lay your head on the wall as you wrap your arms around his neck.

On his end, it feels like he is cumming so much inside you, meaning it felt so good. He gives you a kiss on the lips after catching his breath.

“...Do you really mean... what you said earlier..?” You hear him say while hugging your waist. You smile at him and sweep his hair back.

“I do.” You reply, “Forever.. and always... I love you... Cater Diamond...”

You kiss him again and again. Then you see him smiling at you. Not the Magicam type of smile, but a gentle, warm smile. His green eyes look at you with such endearment. They are sparkling with excitement.

His smile is genuine...

He kisses you again and then he hugs you.

“I love you too... (Y/N) (L/N)...”

[blusherbaker]

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^

[natewriteslol]

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. 

C.

D.

“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?”

G.

R.

A.

Y.

“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?”

1.

2.

3.

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.” 

~~~

Coming soon- Chapter Two: A New Roommate

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Cater's Lemon Cookies

A/N: This is a commission for someone who wanted to be anonymous. I hope you enjoy it. I made it a little silly.

tags: Cater Diamond x fem!reader, gangbang, spitroasting, facials wc: 5k+

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You stared proudly at the little clear bag with heart shaped cookies neatly tucked inside. A smile gracing your lips as you took the bag, and tucked it away into the pocket of your blazer. It was finally Valentine's Day in Twisted Wonderland. With the help of Sam’s mysterious magical liquid, you would finally get closer to someone you had your eye on. Grim pouted from his seat on the table. Holding a much larger heart shaped cookie between his paws. And to his dismay, without the mystical lemon extract and a completely different recipe. “I doubt the magic woulda had any effect on me! You didn’t have to hit me on the head with a spoon!” He scoffed as you gingerly picked Grim up and held him in your arms. “You were trying to eat the raw dough! Sam said you couldn’t have it with the extract!” You scolded him, watching his ears fold back against his head as he quietly nibbled at the cookie. Crumbs cascaded down onto your uniform and bounced to the floor. 

“Whatever…” He growled in disappointment as you adjusted him in your hold. With Grim now swiping the crumbs off of his furry cheeks, you grabbed your school bag from the table surface. “It’s too spicy for you anyways. That’s why I made you something else.” You huffed as you left Ramshackle with a wave goodbye to the ghosts. Asking that they lock the door on your way out. You quickly made your way down the winding dirt path. The large, gothic building just ahead. You had worked on the cookies all night. Just barely getting enough sleep. You were so antsy about making sure everything was perfect. 

Even though the person you made cookies for was so laid back in nature. 

You raced up the stone steps with a bubbling sensation of excitement filling your chest. Your mind racing as you conjured up all of the potential outcomes today could end with. You pushed open the heavy oak doors to the school. The main hall was crowded with a sea of black uniforms. A wave of confidence washed over you. Dodging and ducking past students in hopes of seeing the one person you needed to see for the special holiday. It was early in the morning. Usually he would be walking and talking with Trey before they parted for their respective classrooms. 

You caught sight of his ginger colored hair from within the crowd, your eyes widened with hope as you picked up the pace with Grim tucked against your chest. Your cookies are safe and secure in the pocket of your blazer. “Cater!” You called his name with a smile, hoping to catch him before he walked off. He waved goodbye to Trey with a bright smile, tucking his phone into the pocket of his uniform pants as you called out to him a second time. The moment his leaf green eyes met yours, the confidence and bravado had been punched out of you. Leaving a nervously grinning shell. 

“Mornin’ babes!~!” Cater sang as you approached him with your posture starting to crumple. The nickname had flustered you. He used it all the time. But this felt different.  “Good morning Grimmy.” He cooed and waved to the monster. Grim squirmed in your arms with a wide smile. “We were-” You covered Grim’s mouth with your hand before he could finish speaking. “Grim, can you do me a favor?” You quickly leaned in with your voice dropped to a whisper. His big blue eyes were now full of suspicion. “I’ll get you a big lunch if you head to class without me. I have to do something important by myself.” You requested and watched as the suspicion quickly faded into awe. He seemed pleased with the deal, nodding before leaping out of your arms with a smirk. “I’ll make a list of everything I want to eat!” Grim laughed softly and weaved through the legs of the many students around you. 

Your wallet will suffer, however, it was something you were willing to bear for just a day. You turned to Cater with an awkward smile as your heartbeat drummed against your ears. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” You murmured nervously as you laced your hands together. Your smile continued growing, causing an ache in your cheeks. “Is that today?!” Cater was surprised. Given the nature of his constant social media presence, you wondered if the reason he didn’t notice was because he was attending an all boys school. Or maybe he just wasn’t a fan of the holiday? “Usually I’m on top of stuff like that. My bad~ I’ll have to get you some candy later.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with a soft sigh. Usually, girls gifted boys on Valentine’s Day. The role was reversed March 14th for White Day. The culture must be different where Cater is from.

Before you could speak, the ginger suddenly grabbed you by the arm and yanked you against his chest. A sound was punched out of you as you allowed yourself to be handled. Cater’s arms wrapped around your shoulders. Turning you away from whatever had posed a threat. There was the sound of a crinkle, and then a crunch from within your blazer pocket. Your eyes widened in shock as you caught a glimpse of a student flying through the hallway on an out-of-control broom. Crashing with a pained yelp into a small group of unsuspecting boys. You would’ve been the unfortunate victim of a concussion or worse if Cater hadn’t come to your swift rescue. 

“Are you okay?!” Cater asked, sounding concerned as he held you out at an arm's length. Leaf colored eyes frantically looked you over for any signs of injury. His hands started to relax on your shoulders as he let out a soft sigh. “You need to keep your nose out of all those books. Your spatial awareness needs some work…” He mumbled jokingly, smoothing out the wrinkles of your jacket. “Who’s going to take care of you when I’m gone babes?” He asked with a smile as you responded with a small shrug. Allowing him to even go as far as to tighten your tie. 

“Is that my valentine's gift?” Cater cooed as your hands reached towards the bag with a burning sensation filling your face. Maybe this was a stupid idea. He pulled his hands away with them now resting on his hips. His head tilted to the side as he hummed. Eyeballing the little plastic wrapped bag that jutted out of your blazer pocket. “It’s a little silly. But I know you don’t like sweet stuff! So…” You trailed off as you pulled the cookies out of your pocket. You awkwardly held the bag out to him, a small smile on your face as you glanced down to ogle the tips of your shoes. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Cater.” You muttered. The cookies were a pale reddish orange color. The addition of hot sauce and chili flakes mixing with the lemony flavor had given them the unique shade. Sadly, most of the hearts had cracked when Cater saved you from someone else’s stupidity. “They’re supposed to be habanero and lemon. So that’s why they look weird.” You noticed his weight shift and a curious ‘oh?’ passed his lips. “Whaaaat? Those are for me?” He asked and gently took them from your cupped palms. “Yeah… I made them last night…” The heat in your face had grown stronger as Cater looked over the treats with a smile. You felt silly for preparing something like this. Maybe a card or even a box of candy would have been less embarrassing. Your arms dropped to your sides and you adjusted your bag on your shoulder.  “This is so cute- Can I post these?” He asked and you nodded with your eyes slowly lifting.

You wanted to confess. Badly. But for some reason the words couldn’t be formed on your tongue. You had learned over time that he had a very shallow view of relationships due to the lack of consistency in his life. You didn’t mind if things didn’t end with you walking hand-in-hand on the beach. But you did want to make it known that you viewed Cater as more than just a friend. As if the great seven was personally watching you flail and flounder, the bell rang and signaled that class would be starting.

Your heart began to sink. “Um, Cater?” Your eyes met his, and the bashfulness returned. “Can you stay after school today? Just for a minute or two? I have to tell you something.” You swallowed back the fear bubbling up inside of you. His eyes softened and he smiled, resting one hand on his hip, the cookies perched in opposite his palm. “You can’t tell me now babes?” He asked and you shook your head. 

He appeared to hesitate, before muttering another soft and curious ‘oh’. “Alright, I’ll wait in the Light Music Club for you.” He smiled and gave you a short wave. Walking off with a hum as the sea of students began to crowd the narrow halls. “Bye Prefect!~!” He sang, turning to playfully blow you a kiss. As he disappeared, you caught a glimpse of him admiring the cookies you had made. Albeit them being crushed. You couldn’t help but press your hands against the burning skin on your cheeks as you rushed to meet Grim in class.

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Cater posted a picture of one of the cookies that didn’t end up broken. Bordering the edge of the photo in digital stickers and adding a caption saying how he was happy to have gotten something from a cute girl today. The cute girl in question was tagged in the photo and had a sudden boost of followers.

School had finished for the day. You asked, moreso begged Ace and Deuce to walk Grim back to Ramshackle for you. You promised to let them copy your History of Magic notes as a thank you. You made a quick trip to the bathroom to make sure your appearance was put together. At least enough before you made your way to the Light Music Club. You stood outside the door, clenching your hands tightly to bury down any fear and doubt that things would go wrong. The worst that could happen is Cater doesn’t feel the same way about you. The world won’t end.

The hall was desolate. Most of your classmates had gone back to their dorms for the day. And you knew Lilia and Kalim wouldn’t be stopping by the club room to interrupt. It was one of the club's off days. You would have plenty of time with Cater.You gave a final exhale, and grabbed the brass door handle. “Okay…” With a soft push, the door creaked open and you entered head first. “Cater?” You called out to him.

Only to be met with a soft, wet sound. Pairing nicely with frustrated grunts and sighs.                                                                                          The door was now wide open as you stood in shock. Your hands fell to your sides and your bag had slipped off of your shoulder and hit the checker tiled floor. You were unable to comprehend the sight in front of you. The Light Music Club room was bathed in a hibiscus orange glow. The only person in the room was Cater. Just as he promised, he was waiting for you. Passing the time by masturbating. 

Cater was slightly hunched over, his hair falling messily around his face. Working as a makeshift curtain to hide the red flushed on his usually pale cheeks. His less dominant hand gripped the edge of one of the dark, wooden tables as he leaned against it for support. His blazer was tossed over one of the chairs. His uniform pants had been nudged down his thighs. You could see the bunched up red fabric tucked inside, assuming it was his underwear. His hand quickly worked back and forth around his cock. His knuckles were shiny with what you could only assume was glossy, pearl colored sperm. 

You had no idea what to say. What were you supposed to say? You closed your mouth first, realizing your jaw had fallen in shock. Cater slowly lifted his head. The pumping slowed to a stop as his hand rested near the base of his cock. You could see his thighs spazz and twitch as his eyebrows knit tightly and his narrowed eyes met your gaze. “... H-Hey…” Cater gave you a smile, but he looked pissed off instead of pleased. “Your little prank… That wasn’t very nice.” He breathed out with the smile melting into a frustrated scowl. You weren’t sure what he was talking about. Sam said that the lemon extract would bring you closer to the student you fed it to. He never mentioned anything like this. 

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. The words died on your tongue as you parted your lips, only to snap them shut again. You didn’t know where to look. You didn’t know what to say or do. Your hands folded into tight fists before relaxing. Your knees threatened to buckle as air caught in your throat. You watched in awe as Cater began to give himself languid strokes. Massaging the heated flesh of his cock as the flushed, peach pink tip dribbled with a sticky and clear fluid. His eyes watching you with a glazed film you could only recognize as appetence. 

A flame had been ignited deep within your stomach. Burning at your inner thighs where the cotton fabric of your panties began to cling to your crotch. Nipping and clawing at your delicates. Leaving you with an insatiable ache. “I… I didn’t know…” You trailed off, taking a small step forward. 

In cases like this, you would be asked to take responsibility. But you weren’t exactly responsible for a side effect you didn’t know about. “I’m sorry.” You took another step forward. Your eyes watching his hand slowly pump. Feeling his gaze burning into you as you got closer and closer. There was something hypnotic about the sight before you. How it made your mouth water hungrily to know what the sensation was like. To feel and stroke his cock in your palm as a form of apology. The tacky skin coated in a slick film of sperm. You wondered about the taste and the texture. How it would feel rubbing and patting against the plush, wet muscle of your tongue. If it would be easy to swallow, if you would gag. If it would tap the back of your throat, or gently tickle your uvula with each bob. 

Before you knew it, you were standing beside Cater. Your sight fixated on his methodic strokes as one of your hands outstretched to rest on his wrist. Your fingers were just millimeters away from touching the velvety flesh of his penis. You wanted to speak. Your heart was drumming in your ears as you slowly turned your eyes to meet Caters. He didn’t look as irritated now. 

Just frustrated. Pouty even. 

You took in a slow inhale through your nose. Hoping to use the breath to exhale whatever was on your mind. And as you exhaled through your lips. You finally spoke. “I can help. Since it’s my fault.” Your face was on fire. The tips of your ears felt as though they had been roughly pinched by an invisible force. You blinked awkwardly down to the floor as Cater’s hand stopped moving. Again, resting at his base. “You wanna help me?” His tone was curious, slightly raspy as you nodded in response. “It’s the least I can do.” This truly was not your fault.

But to turn and leave your crush behind as he stays in need of attention… That just felt too cruel to do. “I don’t know if you can help me…” He chuckled dryly, his shoulders starting to sag as his cock twitched. Bobbing as Cater deepened his pout. “I finished those cookies… They were bomb by the way…” He murmured as you moved your hand to hover near his shaft. The pads of your fingers grazing over the skin as you moved in closer. “It hadn’t even been an hour…” He straightened his posture. The hand that gripped the edge of the desk now pressed against his face as if he was attempting to hide his shame. “It was the end of class so… I went to hide in the bathroom. But no matter what I did…” He pulled the hand away, just as your fingers awkwardly wrapped around his cock and slowly began to stroke. 

Feeling the sweat slicked skin in your palm. “I can’t calm down.” You tried to set a pace you assumed Cater would like. Keeping it slow and steady as your mind raced with question after question. He can orgasm. But he stays excited and ready for another round. Maybe that’s what Sam meant by ‘getting closer’? It was likely that Cater was struggling because he was finishing alone. Whatever was in the lemon extract would make it so he needed you to assist him in whatever way possible. The guilt started to set in as you tried pumping faster. The feeling of him twitching and throbbing made you want to bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment. Listening to his soft moans of excitement made you swallow down any arousal you might have felt. 

You started to rub your thighs together. Unable to ignore the warmth that pooled below. And how your uniform began to feel constricting around you. “Hey… Prefect? I have an idea…” Cater sighed with a hand snaking around to the surface of your back. Gently urging you closer as the warmth of his breath tickled the skin on your face. “It’ll move things along muuuuch quicker than a handy…” You could feel his hand gently rubbing up and down, keeping in tempo with the slow strokes of your hand. You had an idea of what he might be suggesting. 

You weren’t against it. You saw it as a way to take responsibility, to apologize. Even if it wasn’t on purpose. You still wanted to help Cater. He moved your body to stand in between his parted legs. His lust clouded eyes were focused on you. Awaiting your answer. 

You hesitated before finally giving him a nod in response. He chuckled softly, mumbling something under his breath as he pulled out his Mage Pen. You now understood what he was suggesting. “Oh- I’m-” You were stumbling over your words as you jerked your hand away from the ginger haired student. With a quick flash of light, you felt two bodies lingering behind you. “If there’s more of me… That should make things quicker.” His logic didn’t make sense. 

You chalked it up to being a dirty fantasy he had. If he could participate in his own little gangbang, then he would be turned on enough to finish fast and be relieved of whatever magic was baked into the cookies. A sense of embarrassment returned. You never thought about having sex with more than one person. It never occurred to you as a possibility. Even if you were crushing on Cater, it was a fleeting fantasy you would always force to the back of your mind. You didn’t actually think he would have interest in it. 

“Hiiii.” The Cater on your left cooed from behind. The Cater on your right neatly peeled your blazer off of your shoulders and draped over one of the chairs in the club room. The room had grown much smaller, and even hotter. Your eyes darted towards the entrance to the Light Music Club. The door was still wide open, and the hallways still appeared empty. The warmth burning between your thighs only intensified from the realization that someone could see you. Not shame, not embarrassment, it was excitement. You had been bewitched by Cater Diamond in more ways than one. Even now, you wondered if you were under his spell. Or if this was all for your own personal gain. 

“We’ll show you what to do.” “Promise, it’ll be really fun.”

The set of Cater’s began to rearrange you. Where Cater was once leaned against the table, you were now being coaxed into laying on your stomach across the smooth surface. You were in the unfortunate situation where you had to stand on your tip-toes. Pressing your palms against the smooth surface as you heard Cater and his clones shuffling around. There was a hitch in your breath as your skirt was being pushed up to your waist. The fabric was bunched as the two Caters made their way to the other side of the table. “Don’t feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to.” The Cater on the left reminded you with a small smile. His hand now rested on your head. His fingers gently rubbed at your scalp, massaging the sensitive skin. “I want to.” You grumbled as the Cater on the right began fumbling with his belt. 

“You can decide what to do.” “Since there’s two of us up here.” “And one of us back there.” 

They spoke as the original Cater eased your panties down just enough to be out of the way. You flinched and whipped your head back to glance over your shoulder. Feeling the hand fall away when you saw the original Cater chewing at his bottom lip. His pupils were huge and the leaf green color looked clouded from lust. His hands hurriedly felt over your skin. Grabbing the soft flesh like wet clay he could mold into his desired form. How he would chuckle softly to himself as his fingers dipped downwards to glide his digits against the wetted entrance. How your clear slick began to coat his skin. It was your body’s way of silently requesting more and more of his attention. You tried not to wriggle or squirm as a finger penetrated your velvety soft walls. Pumping slowly as you swallowed down the moans that threatened to escape. When you looked at the two Caters before you, the heat returned to your face. 

They were just as excited as the original copy. They hurriedly stroked themselves in front of you. Panting softly with the need for release. Your mouth began to water. You desperately wanted to know the taste of your crush’s cock. Even if this was a one time thing, you wouldn’t be satisfied without it. You removed your hands from the table's surface just as Cater introduced a second finger. Reaching out towards the clones to bring them closer. “I only have one mouth…” You reminded them as you exhaled a moan. Wrapping your fingers around their dicks and slowly building a rhythm with your strokes. 

Before you could ask them to decide, they were already playing a game of Rock Paper Scissors. You couldn’t muster the strength to be annoyed. If anything, the goofy sight only made you excited. The Cater standing on your left had won the game, moving in closer with his hand resting on the back of your head. “Have you done this before?” He asked, and you awkwardly shook your head. You just didn’t get out much. It was hard to find that kind of opportunity. “Awww that’s okay babes. It’s easy.” He assured you as you continued to stroke the Cater on your right. Allowing him to hold your wrist and guide you to his preferred tempo. 

Upon instruction, you allowed your jaw to fall slack. Your soft pink tongue poking out to meet the round, flushed head of his penis. He guided his shaft deeper into your mouth. Slowly to allow you to grow used to the sensation and size. Your legs were shaking, your head spinning as the Cater behind you removed the fingers. You let the clone keep a hand in your hair. Bunching it up in his fist to keep a tight hold on you as he thrusted slowly in and out of your mouth. Making his way to your soft lips that closed and sucked around him and back inside to just barely tap the back of your throat. 

The taste wasn’t what you were expecting. But it wasn’t unpleasant. The flavor of clean skin and faint soap. Sweat and salt. And a slight bitterness when you would be directed to engulf him down to the base. The tip of your nose pressed against his citrus colored pubes. You yelped as the Cater behind you rubbed the crown of his cock against your hole. Coating himself in your juices and just barely pushing inside of you. The sound vibrated pleasantly around the clone’s shaft. And you were given a tug on your scalp as he thrusted faster. 

You feel dizzy now. Your head fogging from the intensity as Cater thrusted in and out of your mouth. Grunting and panting and whispering a string of soft curses under his breath. His cock gliding against your tongue, jutting against the side of your cheek when you would tilt your head. The room is filled with the sounds of your gagging and whines of pleasure. Your hand working the other Cater even with assistance. Their dicks pulsed and throbbed. Your chin was becoming shiny with saliva and precum. Your hand became slippery with the combination of sweat and the clear fluid that began to drip out of his tip. 

A low groan made its way out of your throat as you were soon filled. Your toes curled tightly in your shoes. You could feel the muscles in your legs tightening as you moaned and gagged. It was getting harder and harder to multitask as you were now filled on both ends. Working your hand back and forth and allowing your mouth and cunt to be fucked and filled as though you were a cheap onahole. It wasn’t your fault. But you felt happy to get this kind of service. 

Even if the halls were empty, you were positive that your collective moans and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin were loud enough to travel out of the Light Music Club and into the echoing halls. You couldn’t help but tighten with excitement. Someone could see you and Cater. They could stop in the doorway and watch him and his clones use you however they wanted. 

You could feel Cater starting to twitch in your mouth when you sucked and slurped. When he pulled out of your mouth, you looked up at him in a daze. Why did he stop? You already missed the sensation of him pulsing on your tongue. How much fun it was to rub the soft, wet muscle against the salty skin. Watching how Cater crumbled so easily from ecstasy. “Sorry babes, you might not like the taste.” The clone apologized as they stood shoulder to shoulder. Pumping quickly with your face as their target. 

Having them hover so close to your face made you feel flustered. But you never broke your gaze. You instead chose to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Your face burning up to your ears as the Cater behind you continued to thrust. His nails were digging into your hips, leaving small crescents in your skin as the chorus of moans grew louder and louder. And quickly your voice joined in. 

The strings of sticky sperm coated your skin, clinging to your hair and filling your mouth. You grimaced at the taste, keeping your mouth open as you allowed the cum to mix with your saliva. It began to make its way down your chin. Dripping onto the desk surface and the floor as you panted from exhaustion. His sperm was salty and bitter. Very unpleasant. You wished you had known that his consistent diet of fire ramen and hot chips affected the taste of his cum like this. Your legs had gone limp, your wrist was becoming tired and sore from the constant pumping. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle. 

The Caters in front of you panting as they praised and thanked you. The Cater behind you bent over. The toes of your shoes squeaked against the tiled floor as his thrusts quickened. The stretching feeling made your chest tighten as the moans grew louder and louder. He was going to cum. And you wanted him to. You lifted your feet, locking your ankles around his thighs as you rested your cheek against the cool surface of the table. 

Cater’s grip on you loosened as his cock throbbed and filled you with hot and sticky sperm. Your lips stayed parted as you began to relax, becoming boneless against the surface with a soft whine. Your eyes fluttered shut as the clones vanished into thin air. Cater lovingly pat his hand against the flesh of your ass, asking if you were feeling okay. He sounded distant, but you could tell he was finally better. All thanks to you. You nodded slowly, offering him a lazy thumbs up before you started to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion you felt. 

-♡-

You woke up with a jolt. Your hips felt sore and you were laying on the couch in Ramshackle. You were still wearing your disheveled uniform with a thick blanket dropped over you. You didn’t remember walking here; but you did remember what happened in the Light Music Club. It was dark, and with a few glances around the room you noticed something on the coffee table a few inches away from the couch. A lined paper, presumably a note, with a glass of water on top of it and a small, square, silver tray with one pill embedded into the plastic. You frowned and moved the water and pill aside. Taking the note between your fingers with a soft sigh as you read Caters heart dotted i’s and partially cursive note he left behind. You didn’t get to confess at all. 

Thanks for the cookies babes, gimmie a call or text when you wake up. And sorry for cumming inside! xoxo Cater ♡

[planetgutz]

hate me

✶ content: lowkey toxic cater, enemies to lovers ??, friends with benefits to lovers ?? (i don't know how to describe this dynamic), possessive cater, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, spit as lube, not proofread sorry

✶ pairings: fuckboy!cater x fem!reader

"are you going to the party at heartslabyul later?"

you looked at the text from your friend, letting out a long sigh. you didn't want to pass up on a party but you also didn't want to see him. you grimaced as the thought of him crossed your mind. shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you pick up your phone to text back:

"fuck it. i'll be there, swing by to get me at 10."

one thing about a heartslabyul party is that it'll always have a big turnout. it was only 10:30 and you were already being squished in the packed dorm hall, other students having a great time around you. loud music blared from speakers somewhere in the room and you clutched your cup to your chest. this was like your third cup of whatever kind of alcohol but it was damn good and helping you forget your current issue. cater was dancing with some girl, you'd never seen her before probably from another school, but that wasn't important. she was grinding on him and he was definitely grinding back.

you take your phone out of your pocket to see if he replied to your text. left on delivered. no shocker there. it was stupid of you to even ask him that question anyway. you don't even realize you crushed your cup in your hand out of frustration while watching them. sighing, you toss the cup out and make your way to the kitchen for a refill. you lock eyes with cater as you make your way through the room. you both hold eye contact for too long. you quickly turn your head away, walking faster.

you help yourself to the punch in the kitchen, pouring yourself another cup. someone reaches out to grab your shoulder and you shriek. "jeez calm down, you know it's me" the sound of his voice is enough to agitate you. you turn around to face him, swatting his hand off of you. "cater, i'm really not in the mood" he smirks before putting both hands on the counter behind you, caging you in.

"c'mon you're always in the mood for me, don't be shy now"

you push against his chest firmly, knocking him back a little. "well tonight i'm not, you can go back to your little girlfriend" you see his face morph into a look of confusion before you walk off, heading for the bathroom. you don't realize that he followed you until he pushes you into the bathroom, following after you and locking the door behind him. "cater what the fuck is wrong wit-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss before you can finish your sentence.

you can't help but kiss back. he was right after all, you were always in the mood for him.

"you were being all bitchy but look at you now, all over me, honey" you can only whimper in response as he unbuttons the front of the jean shorts you decided to wear, sliding his hand down the front and into your panties. "so wet too, just from a little kiss my god" he keeps eye contact with you as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit. you try to look away but he uses his free hand to grab your face, turning you to look back at him. "nuh uh, keep looking at me, just like you were doing earlier. i saw you watching me and that girl earlier, were you jealous?"

"n-no, why would i be?" he slips a finger inside of you, making you bite your lip and dig your nails into his shoulder. "don't lie to me, y/n" he begins to steadily fuck into your cunt with one finger, before quickly sliding another one in. you're trying your best not to make a sound but it's getting harder not to. "okay. fuck. i was jealous, are you happy now?" he smiles before pulling his hand out of your panties. "that's all i wanted to hear, honey"

cater grabs you by the hips, flipping you around so you're bent over the sink, facing the mirror. he grabs at your jean shorts, practically ripping them off along with your panties. you can hear him gather the saliva in his mouth before spitting onto your puffy cunt. you don't even remember when he got a chance to unbuckle his pants before he's sliding into you. you let out a cry at the intrusion, head falling against the mirror. "god, you're still so fucking tight" he gives you a moment to adjust before absolutely tearing into you. you can feel him brushing against your cervix with each push inside.

"i didn't answer your text, but i can answer you right now. you don't need to know what we are to each other, you just need to know you belong to me" his grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise as he continues hammering into your cunt. "you're alll mine aren't you honey? c'mon say it" your mind is damn near mush at this point, you can barely get the words out. "i'm yours, fuck, i-im yours, cater!" he groans at your words, lifting up your leg and placing it on the sink counter so he can go even deeper. "that's right, honey, y-you're all mine and i'm gonna cum inside this sweet pussy to remind you"

his thrusts get rougher and you're digging your nails into the counter, opposite hand leaving a sweaty print on the mirror in front of you. you catch a glimpse of cater, his head is thrown back, eyes closed, hair out of his usual ponytail. god, you couldn't get enough of him. his thrusts start to get shorter as he nears his climax. "i want you to cum with me, c'mon honey i know you can" he reaches his hand around and starts rubbing circles on your clit again. you would have fell if cater wasn't holding you so tight.

"c-cater! fuck i'm gonna" you can't even get the words out before your vision gets blurry and you're creaming all over his dick. he follows soon after you, cumming deep inside of you, marking you as his. he stays inside of you for a moment before pulling out. he pulls up your panties and shorts, adjusting you. you can already feel the cum seeping into your panties. he did this on purpose.

cater adjusts himself before winking at you and unlocking the door. he opens it and turns to leave. he turns back toward you, taking in your disheveled appearance.

"don't worry about the girls i fuck, you know you'll always be my favorite"

[mobbu-min]

☆ do i make you nervous~ ☆

(ft. vil, leona, and cater)

In which, you were both invited to a party where you both might have drank a bit too much. You were having fun and yet you could feel his stare penetrating through you. Gaining the confidence you never knew was in you, you decided tonight might as well be your night

a/n: a little self induglent fic, spicy ver.

tw 18+, smut, fingering, blow job, Vil refers to reader as ‘good girl’, reader refers to Cater as ‘good boy’, alcohol

The music blared in your head. Deep and sensual. Hips swaying seductively in the tight dress you wore. Your hands moving up and down your body in a manner that would have regular you hot at the sight. The blazing feeling of alcohol ran in your veins, clouding your senses.

 Yet, you could feel his gaze penetrating your body. Narrowed and wickedly attractive, traveling up your body in a way that made your chest burn at the thought. Through your lashes you made eye contact with him. His mouth hidden from the clear glass filled with intoxicating liquid. 

 You could feel the yearning in his gaze, growing and burning brighter than ever before. And you found yourself yearning for him. Needing his hands on your hot, sweating, body. Just him, only him. 

 Saunting to him, you found yourself leaning into him. Your hands delicately placing themselves on his chest, nails drawing circles on the flushed flesh. Pulling him closer, you tilted your head and batted your lashes, not missing the way he gulped harshly. Your plush lips split into a roguish grin and you asked softly, “Why don’t we get out of here?”

☆☆☆

Leona Kingscholar <3

⋆ He’s whisking you away the moment you say that. If you hadn't asked, he would have dragged your ass out of there anyways. 

⋆ It was almost like you knew the right way to get him going. To get him hot and flustered. For him to want to drag you away and bend you around and take you then and there. He knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, but damn, were you good at being unknowingly seductive. 

⋆ Seeing the way that dress hugged every curve, accentuated the youthfulness and plumpness of your skin and body, had him fighting to keep every thread of dignity that was rapidly breaking away the longer he watched you sway to the music. 

⋆ But thank the sevens, you were bold. He applauded you for that. Making the first move.

 “L-leona!” You moaned wantonly, hands digging into his skin. Clawing up his back, marking him as yours. Ensuring that whoever saw him next would know that you were the one who he thrusted into. Only you. 

⋆ For that, he’ll reward you greatly.

 “What happened to you being so bold, Mhm, Herbivore?” He teased, throwing your legs around his shoulders to thrust even further into you. You both groaned in unison, loving the way his cock slid deeper into you. So snuggly, you would have thought you were made just for him and vice versa.

 “You feel so good, taking me so well.” He groaned, kissing and biting all up your neck and chest. His thrusting grew sloppier as he came closer to his end. Leona chuckled at your incoherent mewls and moans, already far to cock drunk to process what was happening. Something warm fluttered in his chest at your pleading expression, “You looked so stunning in that dress, ya know. It took everything in me not to take you out of there and hide you from their stares. Too stunning for a place like that.”

 You moaned, sweet and thick like honey to Leona’s ears. So blissfully unaware of his loving gaze. The heat in the room grew as did the pace of his thrust. Deeper and deeper. Yet, despite the roughness of it, his hands stayed gentle. Traveling up your body, squeezing every part of you. 

 “P-please! Leona, I need you~” You moaned, pulling him close into a feverish kiss. Tongues dancing, silva intermixing. Your hands threaded into his long dark hair. Stands twirling around your fingers. Almost telling you not to let go. 

Vil Schoenheit <3

⋆ Like Leona he wanted to whisk you away the moment you showed up in that tight dress. He didn’t care what that would do to his reputation, because he should be the only one looking at you anyways.

⋆ But you were so excited about going to this party, not for the other celebrity of course, but because you wanted to see Vil in his natural environment. 

⋆ What you meant about his ‘natural environment’ he didn’t quite understand. 

 Long, slim, fingers traced up your burning thigh. Pools of violet swirling with lust and desire. A perfect smile on his pretty face. 

⋆ But he was going to make sure you knew his natural environment was between your legs. 

 “My, already so wet for me, my dear?” Vil purred, tracing your slit through the thin confines of your panties. Pressing down on your clit, enjoying the way your back arched and lips feel open. The lipstick he painted on smudged by his attack on your lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, should I reward you?”

 At your rapid nodding, Vil slid off your panties, discarding them behind him, and gently eased his index finger into your fluttering hole. Watching with amazement at how his finger slid in with ease. 

 “Beautiful…” He awed, getting closer to taste you. His tongue dipping into your sweet juices. Sucking on your pulsing clit. Smiling at the rising volumes of your sweet voice. 

 Vil wanted to do this since you came out wearing the dress he picked out. Sprawled out on his bed, legs trembling over his shoulders. Dress pulled down at the top to allow your breasts to spill out. Makeup smudged and eyes teary. The moment you came out of the dressing room, he’s been fantasizing about ruining you. 

 Slim fingers curled inside you. Hitting the sensitive spongy part that made you see stars. Gripping at his soft hair, you drooled, “V-vil! Please!” 

 “Please what?” He whispered, gently moving the strands of hair stuck to your face to the side. Staring lovingly at your already exhausted expression. Mirth glimmered in his eyes. 

 “I need you, Vil! So badly!”

 Clicking his tongue, he bopped your nose, “My, how impatient.”

 Leaning back, he chuckled at your whines at the disappearance of his warmth. Making sure you were watching him, he brought his fingers covered with your slick up to his mouth. Basking in the way your cheeks brightened as he licked them clean. Humming at the taste. 

 “But I can’t deny my precious star. Especially not when she taste so sweet~”

Cater Diamond <3

⋆ As hyped as he was for the party, Cater was waiting for the moment you and him left. He knew it was going to be so much fun. 

⋆ But damn, were you really testing his patience and restraint with that tight ass dress! Cater half considered using his unique magic, so one of him can take photos for his magicam and the real him would go have fun with you. 

“Cater~ Why do you have to film everything?” You pouted, your glossy lips glosier under the light of his camera. 

⋆ But of course, you were great at persuasion. 

 “C’mon! For memories, cutie!” He grinned, staring at your face and breast from behind his phone. 

 The view was quickly blocked by your hand. Pouting he watched you pluck his phone from his hand and hold it teasingly in front of him. Before he could reach for it, you dropped it down your dress with a sly grin, “Oops!”

 Blinking away his awe, Cater grin down at you, “Hehe, how bold~”

 “You love it~” You purred, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. Loving the way he tensed up and held his breath. Jeans pooling at his ankles, you traced the outline of his hard cock with your finger. Batting your lashes, you said, “Just look at me and me only~”

 Cater nodded his head. Thick strands of auburn cascaded down his pretty face. His hands coming up to push back your hair to get a better look of you. 

 He hissed as his cock made contact with the chill air. Precum already dripping down onto your plump thighs. Throwing back his head, he let out a strangled gasp as you took him in your warm mouth. Your hands pumping at his base as your mouth worked on the tip. Your tongue swirling around him. 

 “Ugh! Ye-yeah~” He moaned, bucking into your mouth. Mouth falling open with a soundless moan as you hummed around his cock. The vibrations added to his already sensitive cock. The lewd sounds coming from you sucking him off sending more blood rushing to his cock. 

 And before Cater knew it, he was cumming in your mouth. He watched you through half lidded eyes as you gulped it all down. Letting his cock go with a ‘pop!’, you grinned up at him. 

 “See, wasn’t that so much more fun?” Winking at him, you stood up and hooked your fingers under the thin straps of dress and pulled the garment down sensually. Allowing him to gawk at your pretty body. Pressing yourself flushed against him, you tited his chin down and purred, “Good boys deserve rewards, no?”

 Cater was glad he put his phone down.

[twistedhc]

Fem Heartslabyul NSFW alphabet

Rules and event details

You can request any or all of the fem Heartslabyul characters. But you can only ask for up to five letters. And please check the list below to see what characters and what letters I've already done. But if you do request one that someone else did I'll put a link to the original post as a response to your request.

All posts will be written as gender neutral as possible.

The event will end as soon as all the characters have run out of letters.

Characters

Fem riddle🌹 C D F W

Fem trey♣️ K M O T U

Fem cater♦️H K V X

Fem deuce♠️ F K M X

Fem ace♥️ H K V X

Letters

A-Aftercare(what they're like after sex)

B-Body part(favorite body part on there partner)

C- Cycle(would they have sex on there piereid)

D-Drty secret(a dirty secret they have)

E-Experince(how experienced they are)

F-Favroeit position(what position do they like the most)

G-Grooming(how well groomed are they what do they smell like)

H-Hands(how skilled are they with there hands what do they look and feel like)

I-Intimacy(how romantic are they in bed)

J-Jobs(how good are they at giving a hand job and would they)

K-Kink(one or more kinks thay have)

L-Lingerie(what kind of nightwere do they have)

M-Motivation(what gets them going)

N-No(what will they not do)

O-Oral(do they like receiving or giving)

P-Place(where they like to do it)

Q-Quickie(do they like doing them in what situation)

R-Risk(are they a risk taker or do they play it safe)

S-Stamina(how many rounds can they go)

T-Toys(do they like using them what kind do they like)

U-Unfair(are they a tease or are they nice)

V-Volume(how loud are they what kind of sounds do they make)

W-Wet dream(how often do they have them what are they about)

X-X-ray(what do they look like under there clothes)

Y-Yearning(how high is they're sex drive)

Z-Zzz(how quickly do they doze off)

[pinkaditty]

Cater Diamond Thoughts

hey hey part 2 of my insatiable brainrot. been sitting in my drafts for like. weeks. it's Cater's turn. he's gyaruo (and im gyaru if u didn't know!) so i've been obsessed with him for like. months now.

summary: a small collection of thoughts about Cater Diamond that has no chance of curing my permanent unending gyaruo brainrot. help me please. content warning: suggestive content, implied sexual encounters, creepy (ish?) behavior, gn!mc, proofread once or twice at best. a/n: Cater's turn raaaaaah! this isn't exactly nsfw but all the same I'd really prefer it if MINORS DIDN'T INTERACT! thanks! also a reminder that I WILL NOT WRITE NSFW FOR TWST CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18. thank you very much for respecting my boundaries! and i promise part 3 of the pervert obey me thing is in the works! <3

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI IM SO SRS.

thank you! enjoy the read!

Cater Diamond who is aloof.

He finds himself not caring at first, especially when you decide to spend all your time with other people when he could’ve been the perfect upperclassman. He finds himself not caring when he watches you get swept away by the hotter, older upperclassmen. He finds himself not caring when you can’t come by Heartslabyul as often anymore.

And then, very quickly, he starts caring. He doesn’t know why or how, but you somehow managed to become an object of his desires when he tries very hard to not let that happen with anyone, ever, at all. Sure he’s liked people, but he has never been spurred to act on it. So he doesn’t know why he goes out of his way to speak to you, to do things with you. Why does he invite you to go for tea and take cute pics? Why does he text you out of the blue just to share a silly thought or idea? Why does he jump for joy whenever he’s invited over to Ramshackle Dorm? And why do you go along with it every time?

He's mystified at how you've managed to break his aloof structure in so little time. But he's not going to let you get away with it. Now that you've caught his attention, he's going to ensure that he catches yours. 

Cater Diamond who is secretive.

He's the kind of person to keep things casual on his end, regardless of how committed the other party may be. He wants to know everyone's deepest secrets and desires, but prefers to keep his under multiple layers of locks and keys. Most of his relationships were almost always one sided, mostly because he could never keep himself tied down. He didn't like to be owned, but he liked to be desired.

After growing up in a house with two older sisters, he hadn't had much privacy, and hadn't had much secrecy either. But once he was exposed to different worlds, he made it a point to keep himself a secret. Talking about home was stressful, and working through the stress surrounding it was even worse, so he always kept his emotions a secret. His sunny disposition and eager attitude was more than enough to catch interested stares, so he kept it up. He was a bit of a tease, but people liked that. The problems came when people grew close to him and expected him to open up in return. That is usually when things would end or grow stagnant. The terrifying ordeal of being known and owned was too much for him. No commitment, no permanence, no promises. Just silly temporary flings, hookups, and infatuation. He was never tempted for more. 

And yet, with you, he finds it hard to not want to be yours. He craves your attention and will do anything to receive and retain it. It is especially satisfying when he manages to draw you away from others and instead towards him. It gains him more than a few displeased glares, but who cares? The only person whose attention he cares about anymore is you. 

Cater Diamond who is clever.

It may not seem like it, but he's got more than a few tricks up his sleeve. 

He will first ask you for your schedule, under the premise of wanting to spend more time together. When he has it, he memorizes it until he knows it off the top of his head. He keeps a close eye on your social media to track your favorite places, and asks you to go there with him, saying he wants to try something new. He plans out random encounters, few and far between enough to make them seem coincidental. He doesn't follow you, but he does show up. And because of that, he begins to stick out in your mind. 

He'll fish for your attention every chance he can get. He'll post the most random, silly things just to get you to like it. He'll click his pen a few too many times in class just to get you to glance over at him and watch him click it repeatedly. He'll fake a stumble if he's walking in front of you just to get your help. He'll put up his hair differently in flight class just so he can catch your questioning stare. He'll do all these things just to feel your eyes on him, so that he can feel like you've noticed him. And if he's brave enough, when he catches your gaze, he'll smirk knowingly, his eyes creasing up at the edges and say "You're staring," as though that wasn't exactly what he wanted. 

He can't bring himself to confess first, so he'll bait you into doing it, by planting the idea in your head in perhaps not-so-subtle ways. He'll mention the incoming Valentine's Day and how badly he wishes for a confession, or he'll bring up the topic of crushes often as though he's dying to know who you've got your eye on - all the while knowing it's him. When you finally crack and cave, admitting your feelings for him, his heart soars. Of course he accepts your feelings, and while the fear of commitment eats at him just slightly, it's muffled by his fulfilled want to be yours.

Maybe you fell first, but he definitely fell harder.

Cater Diamond who is prideful.

He's never been proud to be tied down, ever. But it's with you and he's learning to enjoy it. All he does is talk all of Heartslabyul's ears off (and anyone else who will listen) about how wonderful you are, or how beautiful you are, or how he adores every little thing about you. And while he does indeed love you, there is something satisfying about the palpable jealousy that hangs in the air when he mentions staying the night at Ramshackle Dorm or going out on cute little photogenic dates with you. His eyes glimmer with pride every time someone sucks their teeth or rolls their eyes or lowly growls. He doesn't even remotely feel threatened. 

He tries not to flaunt you too much, for fear of being overly zealous, but he offers his arm to you every time you walk together. He kisses your forehead sometimes when he sends you off to class. He takes as many pictures as he likes of you in your cutest outfits. And he always makes a show of it if you sit near him at lunch. He can't help it. He's just so proud. The question is, is he proud to be yours or proud to have you?

Cater Diamond who is capable.

It doesn't take long for you to bed each other; romance wasn't the only thing blossoming between you two. Cater very quickly proves himself to be far more than adept at such activities, but recognizes that there is love in this too, this time.

In the past, he always did it how his partner liked it to keep them interested, ensuring both parties were happy, but only to his own benefit. He never said "I love you" or anything as flimsy and daunting as that. It was always whispered moans and whines from him and his partner, various curses, vulgar descriptions, and a cry to signify release. Nothing more, nothing less. If such committed words were uttered, he'd stop seeing them. He always made it clear that that's never what he wanted to hear. He only wanted to hear how good they were feeling, how close they were, or what they wanted him to do or what they wanted to do to him. It was always just to get off or satiate a burning attraction, never to demonstrate love. 

Like the past, he wants to make you, his partner, feel good, but unlike the past, it is a demonstration of love. He will do everything in his power to ensure that you know that he loves you through every technique he knows. He thinks of you first and him second. Whatever you want done is done, however you want it, whenever you want it, all to show that he loves you. He doesn't care. As long as it satisfies you, anything's worth it. And he does satisfy you. Every time. 

He never gets tired of hearing his name moaned out on your tongue, and he never gets tired of the taste of yours, sweet as honey, lingering on his lips like a whisper.

Cater Diamond who is devoted.

He's been tied down, slowly but surely. Whether you planned it or not, you've simply got him wrapped around your finger. Of course he knows this, but can't bring himself to want to tear away. He is safe and comfortable with you, and all the things you've shown him. He quickly finds that, instead of being proud to have you, he's proud to be yours. He's proud to be loved in the way he's learned to love. Whatever residual fear he has of commitment, or loss of control, is all dissolved when he looks at you, your hand curled around his, your eyes watching him.

He takes pictures of you all the time to remind himself that he's yours, and he curls into your chest at night to remind himself that he's yours, and he bathes in the jealous stares of his peers to remind himself that he's yours.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Cater Diamond who is in love with you. 

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a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Cater Diamond my beloved?!?!?? anyways. thanks you guys for reading. genuinely I hope you all appreciate Cater Diamond as much as I do, especially after reading this! take care, and stay tuned for the other adult characters!

[twstedteaparty]

BIGASS WARNING FOR POORLY WRITTEN SMUT. ITS ALSO VERY SHORT

Tags: tooth rotting/fluff/ smut/ mentioned at the start/ potential angst and mentions of suicide and self harm/ no dialogue.

It was goofy to think of what cater and Trey were doing at night. There was never any noise but that was obvious it was always eerily quiet in that room. Well thanks to some combined effort cater and Trey had casted a spell that worked in similar vain to sound proofing:

Tho past the spell the room was filled with caters moans and muffled cussing as he bit the pillow. The sound of skin hitting skin as Trey fucked him in to the mattress and cater fucking loved it. He loved hearing Trey praise him tell him ‘how well he was taking his cock’. He whined every time Trey carefully kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. His lips mapping every freckle on caters body.

Trey loved how cater muffled his curses as he hit at just the right angle. He’s become fond of the gingers musing about how ‘good trey made him feel.’ He’d always make sure to bake so spicy gingerbread for cater and him to snack on (tho he still had to get used to the taste) well they cuddled and Chatted about what they’d do after night raven.

The first couple times cater tried to advoid the after care. He had been willing to give Trey his body to use but still had a hard time opening up. Treys saint like patience had saved there relationship many of time. Cater trusted him wholeheartedly and was more willing to open up to Trey and be vulnerable. First time cater did open up and not advoid just a bit of aftercare. Cater held Trey tight not letting go fearing what could happen if he did.

cater feared losing that connection and closeness with Trey most of the time. He had figured Trey loved him enough to not give up on him even if there first few times where…unsavory. But the loved each other and that all that really matters.

Trey enjoyed the way cater clung to him. He knew that cater was afraid of losing him and he was afreiad of loosing cater to. Cuddling cater and showering him with affection both during sex and after was his way to show cater he wasent going anywhere. In ocastions Trey needed that grounding to, expecially on the days when cater made one to many suicidal comments or jokes. Sometimes when cater is asleep he’d wind up checking for any cuts. He felt stupid for doing so but it eased his mind.

They where idiots down horrendously bad for each other and now well they where able to be lovey dovey much to the dismay of the house warden and the rest of the dorm.

[twsted-time]

Camboy cater au anyone?

[dekomori999]

Cater Diamond - Masterlist

Headcanons

Nonbinary

Fanfics

Twinsies (GN!Reader)

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Happy Birthday Cater! ♦️

Your legs gave in when a clone took the place of another, slowly inserting himself in you while a third Cater occupied your mouth. Tears rolled down from your eyes as saliva coats their members. Your hands were preoccupied with two more Caters’, the real one and another clone’s, cocks, simultaneously jerking them off while your body spasmed. They all showered you with praises, the real one even started recording you.

“Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your like that..”

“Your hole sucks me in more when I play with your nipples~”

“Hehehe~ Look at you, jerking me off like that...”

Another Cater clone moved beneath you when your hole was already full with another clone’s cock. You momentarily gasp when he put his cock in your hole too, penetrating and stretching it up so deliriously. Your loud moans were also helping the clone in your mouth, vibrating on his cock as he twitched inside you. He fucked your mouth like a flashlight and it hit the back of your throat, making you gag and sputter around him.

As the two clones you were jerking off came on your body, hot semen dropped on your back, your face, some even in your hair. The clone in your mouth pulled out and came on your face right after.

The clones in your hole started to move inside you, making you scream in ecstasy. The real Cater grabbed your dazed face and smirked.

“Enjoying yourself, babe~?” He asked as you swallowed the cum in your mouth while you grabbed the sheets.

You eagerly nodded and grabbed his cock as well. It immediately hardened up despite cumming a few seconds earlier.

“That’s good...”

You licked his tip while playing with his balls.

He bit in his lips while patting your head and he took a photo for himself as a material for masturbating much later. Suddenly, the clones hoisted you up and started to dig their cocks deep in you.

“Mmh! Cateeerr~!” You sweetly called his name, and the clone that was right in front of you slammed his lips on yours.

The clones kept on fucking you hard and fast, and the real Cater starts to started recording you once again.

“Cater... Mmh! I-I’m so.. close..! Nngh..!” You said, then orgasmed right after, coating their cocks with your juices. Despite their twitching, they kept going while grinding their hips as your eyes rolled back and your vision went white.

“Feeling good~?” He said while you hung on the clone for your life.

Meanwhile, the two clones that weren’t fucking you were jerking each other off at the sight of you getting relentlessly fucked by them. They chuckled at you while the clone behind you came in you and immediately disappeared with the real Cater taking his place. Feeling his rock hard inside you, you arched your back while the real Cater played with your nipples.

Suddenly with a strong thrust, they came inside you at the same time, painting your insides white once again. The rest of the clones disappeared, leaving a bunch of four of diamonds card behind. Cater then slowly laid down while his cock slid out of you, all the Caters’ semen gushing out. Both of you were panting, but at least you were in each other’s embrace.

“Wasn’t that fun~?” He asked while snuggling up to you.

As soon as you caught your breath, you nodded and held his hand.

“It was.. fun...” You said with your voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and screaming.

“Heh... If at least five rounds managed to get you like this, I wonder how many more until—”

You smacked him in the head.

“I was kidding!” He protested while kissing your neck. “If it’s enough for you, I can understand...”

You shook your head while grinding your hips. But then you felt all the cum between your legs. It was warm, yes, but still sticky. You turned around to face him while clasping your legs together as the heat pooled in your nether regions.

“Hey, Cater...”

“Mm?”

You kissed his cheek.

“Happy birthday...”

He smiled at you and gently ruffled your hair.

“Thanks, (Y/N)~”

As you felt him put it in again, he hugged your legs and held them up while moving again.

“...But I’m not done with you... After all...”

“You were the one to agree to be my present, right~?”

He smirked while kissing your neck, which was covered with hickeys, once again.

“I’m sure you can hold on a little more until I have my fill~♡”

He kept a fast pace while teasing your body, bringing you to your edge quicker than before.

“CATER!!”

You repeated his name with a series of moans until you orgasmed all over his cock.

The last thing you remember was that him whispering to you.

“You feel so good... (Y/N)...”

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You woke up in his bed while he was laying down next to you, looking at Magicam as usual.

“Mmh... What happened to me..?” You said, trying to sit up, but your rear felt weak for an obvious reason.

“Oh, you’re awake!” He said while holding you. “Thank goodness...”

“Cater...”

“Sorry, (N/N). I kinda got carried away... I was kinda pent up just a little bit...” He said while playing with his hair.

You let out a sigh and shook your head.

“I forgive you.. for now.” You looked at him with a pout. “But don’t do this again, okay?”

“M’kay~” 😔

“Good..”

You embraced him as he played with your hair and after that, you two drifted off to sleep.