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ravenagrimm · 8 months

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Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade- Movie Night

Notes: All characters depicted are college students and are over the legal age of 18.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, NSFW, language, threesome, MMF, handjob, blowjob, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, double penetration, cream pie, overstimulation, praising

Context: It’s a Friday evening after class at Night Raven College. You arranged to have a movie night, at Ramshackle Dorm, with your two best friends from Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.

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See you soon! You typed in the group text between Ace, Deuce, and yourself. You put your phone down and opened your closet. “Now… What to wear?,” you mused out loud as you rifled through various options. You had told the boys it was a pajama party, but the reality was that you never wore anything other than undergarments to bed. You had never even bought nightwear since arriving at Night Raven College. Groaning, you pulled out a pair of shorts that you usually wore to study. That’s when you saw them. A pair of pale blue silk booty shorts sitting at the bottom of your drawer. “Oh, I forgot about these!” It had been one of the first pairs of shorts you had purchased from Sam to lounge around the dorm on a Saturday. Replacing the other pair, you slipped them on over your bare bottom.

Next was the shirt. You cast the towel aside from showering and found a small cropped tank top with spaghetti straps. Pulling it on and glancing in the mirror you figured the white was a perfect fit. The material was extremely thin from over washing and you could see your nipples through the fabric. Your breasts were large, so they pushed the fabric out and away from your body, leaving plenty of underboob showing. The tank top hardly covered your body. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect outfit for tonight. You couldn’t help but smirk before combing out your long [H/C] hair. With one last glance in the mirror you headed downstairs to the Ramshackle Lounge. The night was fairly cool and there was just the slightest draft. You shivered and decided to start the fireplace. You grabbed blankets and extra pillows and threw them on the floor in front of the large tv that Cater had generously given you as a gift from one of his Magicam sponsors. He had claimed he didn’t know what to do with it since he already had one, but knowing him he had worked his butt off with the sponsor to be able to get it for you. You smiled softly looking at it.

A sharp knock on the front door pulled you back to reality. You rushed over and opened to see your two best friends each carrying large bags in both hands. The night was cold, causing your nipples to very clearly peak through your top. “Hey [Y/N]! We brought soooo much stuff. We’ll be good for the whole night!” Ace said excitedly. Deuce stared at you, a slow blush rising to his cheeks. “Aren’t… Aren’t you cold?” Was all he could manage. Ace snorted. “I don’t know, Deucey. I think it’s pretty hot.” Deuce shot him a glare. You chuckled, taking one of the bags from him. “That’s what the fireplace, blankets, and you’re for, silly,” you replied. Deuce’s already light pink face flushed red.

“Come on boys. Snacks and movies await!” You chided them, heading back inside, the two close at your heels. Leaving their shoes and coats at the door, you saw the “pajamas” the two had chosen. Ace had opted for a pair of black and purple Night Raven basketball shorts and a plain red tank, while Deuce had chosen a pair of red Heartslabyul sweatpants and an oversized yellow Savannaclaw top. “You have a Savannaclaw shirt?” You asked him. Deuce looked down at his top. “Ah, yeah. Jack gave it to me after track practice a few weeks ago after I had left my shirt at home. He said I could just keep it if I wanted. I thought it was kinda cool to have a shirt from another dorm, so I kept it. I actually ended up trading him for a Heartslabyul one. Though… It’s kinda big on me.” You chuckled. “A little?” Ace commented. “Oh, like it would be any smaller on you?” Deuce retorted. “Not in the slightest,” Ace laughed. “Oh, by the way, where’s Grim?” “Oh, he won’t be back tonight. Leona had some fish feast going on, so Ruggie invited him for the extravaganza.” Deuce shook his head. “Those two…” It was your turn to laugh. “Tell me about it!” The three of you laughed together.

“Okay! So what did you two bring?” You exclaimed, kneeling down by the bags the boys had brought. “Oh, yeah!” Ace started. “Okay, so we brought this really big blanket from the dorm and this SUPER huge pillow!” The red-head pulled each out in turn and laid them out on the lounge floor. The blanket was a black and red heart and the rose shapped pillow seemed rather ordinary in size. “Ummmm, Ace… I thought you said—“ “Just watch [Y/N].” Ace pulled out a little bottle that said Drink Me and poured it on the pillow. The pillow blew up to the size of a bed in an instant. “No way!” You leaped on the pillow, falling into its cush. “Told you she’d like it,” Ace muttered. “Oh right, as if I didn’t think she would,” Deuce replied, rolling his eyes.

You crawled back to the bags and opened the next one. You pulled out multiple cans. “Soda?” You questioned. “Yup! We brought a bunch of different flavors,” the spade answered. “I also got a whole assortment of snacks for us from Sam’s. I tried to get some of my favorites, but also some you should definitely try that are classic junk foods from around Twisted Wonderland.” Your eyes glittered with excitement. You hopped up and danced to the tv. “As for me, I talked with Cay-Cay and he let me log onto his cloud account where he stores all his movies. He suggested a bunch to me, but I think we should watch your favorites, since none of these movies are familiar to me.” “Me first!” Ace called out, grabbing the remote. “Over my dead body!” Deuce yelled back at him and attacked him. While the two wrestled on the floor you searched through the snack bags. “Did you two at least bring popcorn so that I can watch this show?” The two were far too busy fighting to respond. You glanced at them and shook your head before setting everything out in an orderly fashion.

“Got it!” Deuce yelled. “You suck!” Ace yelled back. “You’re just mad because I’m better at wrestling than you!” “I’ll show you who’s better at wrestling!” Ace went to leap at Deuce again, but you stepped between the two. You pushed back on his chest. “Sit. Down.” You gazed into his crimson eyes. He smirked. “You gonna make me?” “Don’t tempt me,” you countered. He took a step toward you. You shoved him down into the oversized pillow, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on top of him. He laughed. “That’s what you get!” You rolled off his body and groaned, staring up at the ceiling. He chuckled and rolled on his side to gaze down at you. “You’re cute when you're mad,” he snickered. He reached out a hand and brushed the hair from your face. The teasing light in his eyes softened. “Ace…” you whispered. Before anything else could happen, Deuce plopped down on your other side. “Stop fooling around you two! It’s movie time!” The spade pressed play and you popped up from your vulnerable position. You grabbed a slew of snacks and opened a random soda flavor. And so the movie night began.

By the end of Ace’s favorite movie the junk food fest had started to die down. Into the third movie you wanted to get cozy with your two favorite men. The night was getting colder and your nipples were permanently erect with the constant draft into the lounge. You yearned to be close to them. “Pause for a second!” You requested. You got up to fetch the giant heart blanket from the middle of the room. You leaned over and gave the two a view of your very well defined ass, the shape of your core showing through the silky fabric. Deuce blushed rose red and Ace pulled one of the Ramshackle blankets over his lap. You grabbed the blanket and rejoined the two men. You couldn’t help but grin a little at Deuce’s red face. “You alright?” You asked innocently. “Fine,” he blurted out a little too quickly. “Fine. I’m fine,” he repeated in a more controlled manner. Ace shook his head. “Good,” you replied before snuggling up to him and placing a hand on his leg. You could feel him tremble under you. You turned and placed your feet into Ace’s lap, beneath the blanket. He smirked at you, but didn’t say anything. You adjusted yourself and let your feet graze along his lap. He closed his eyes. “[Y/N]…” he whispered. You smirked at him, doing it again, feeling him hardening beneath your touch. “Hmmmm? What is it?” He just shook his head and pressed play again.

Deuce was frozen in place, unsure what to do. He was ever the gentleman, but there was no denying that he secretly wanted this and there was no way he’d ever be able to bring himself to push you away. You let your hand run along his leg absentmindedly. You could see him getting hard through his sweatpants, which he kept trying to cover up with the large blanket, but there was little use hiding it from you, who was already very clearly aware of how you were making him feel. You kept shifting your feet ever so slightly on Ace. At some point he grabbed your feet and moved them for you along the tent in his pants. It felt strangely good. He was far gone from concentrating on the movie. Every once and a while you glanced over to see him lean his head back and close his eyes. He scooted closer to you and leaned his head against your shoulder. You could hear his ragged breath. Heat poured into your core.

You shifted your hand to the inside of Deuce’s thigh. You heard his breath catch in his throat. “[Y/N],” he whispered in your ear. You could hear how labored and tortured your name was on his tongue. You sat up a bit and turned your head to him. Your faces were just inches apart. Your gaze darted between his teal eyes and his parted lips. His eyes were desperate. You could feel the heat off his body. Your desire to touch him only grew greater. You neared him ever so slightly and slid your hand to his completely hardened cock. Deuce instinctively bucked his hips into your hand and closed the gap between your lips.

He kissed you rather feverishly as you palmed him through his sweatpants. Ace raised his head from your shoulder. You pulled away and turned your head to him. You nearly hit him, being so close, your noses brushed. He gazed at you lustfully for the briefest moment before kissing you. He grabbed your free hand and brought it to his painfully hard cock. You stroked him through his shorts and kissed him harder.

Pulling away from his lips, you shifted so that you could sit more comfortably between the two. You added some pressure to them both earning a small whimper from Deuce. He placed a hand over yours to guide you. You gazed down at their tented pants. You could feel yourself growing very quickly wet, just from the sight. You nosed Deuce’s neck and kissed along it. He shifted his head and reconnected his lips with yours. Ace was eager. He moved himself in front of you, putting a knee between your legs. He pressed it to your heat. He guided your hand back to his body to keep stroking him through his clothing. He then took the opportunity to move the straps of your tank top off your shoulders and began kissing along your collar bone. His hands reached for your breasts and began to knead them, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Occasionally he caressed the bare skin of your underboob. You moaned into Deuce’s mouth who then kissed you harder.

You wanted to feel more. You needed to feel more. Moving your hand, you slipped inside his sweatpants. You very quickly realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You took his cock in your hand and ran your thumb over his leaking tip. He broke away from your lips with deeply knitted brows and moaned, “[Y/N].” “You’re not wearing anything,” you whispered to him, continuing to stroke him. Ace chuckled. “Naughty, naughty, Juice.” Deuce bushed crimson. “I-I never wear anything under my sweats,” he stuttered, trying to defend himself. You gave him a bit of a squeeze. He grabbed your leg. “Please don’t stop,” he begged. You kissed him briefly. “I hadn’t planned on it,” you replied with a smirk. “But I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.” Without even a moment’s hesitation both men pulled back and tore off their shirts. You kissed the spade’s neck. “Now, keep stroking yourself for me for just a moment.” He nodded.

You then turned your attention to the ace of hearts who leaned over and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and entangled your hands into his hair. His hands, in turn, explored your body, touching everything he could reach. His kiss was needy and rough, but he was skilled. He opened your mouth and let his tongue dance with yours. You let your hands drop down his body and trace his toned muscles until you reach his shorts. You tugged down on them and pulled away from his lips. He wore card themed boxers. Desire coursing through his veins, Ace grabbed the bottom of your tank and pulled it up and off over your head. He quickly brought his lips aggressively back to yours and pushed you down into the pillow. Your legs instinctively latched around his hips, his hard cock pressing against your heat. “I want you, [Y/N],” he panted in your ear. You tugged on his hair a little so that you could look into his crimson eyes. “And you’ll have me,” you chuckled. “Just a little patience, my card soldier.” You kissed him again, relishing the feeling of his bare skin against your own.

“[Y/N],” the other card soldier moaned. You pulled back and smirked at Ace. You moved a leg between hips and hooked around one of his ankles. Using your hands, you pushed on the opposite shoulder pulled on his arm, rolling the red-head to his back. You pulled yourself on his groin and rolled your hips into him. He grabbed your waist and groaned. “Oh, that was really hot,” he grunted. You smirked and continued your grinding motion. You held out your hands for the spade. “Come here, Deuce.” He obliged and scooted closer. “Come up on your knees.” He did as he was told. You started kissing along his bare chest, trailing kisses all the way down. You took time to kiss, lick, and suck on his erect nipples. He was trembling. “You can touch me,” you whispered against his soft skin. He hesitantly put a hand in your hair. “Sorry… This is all still a little new for me.”

You pulled back and looked up at him. You put a hand on his chin and pulled him close. “You don’t ever need to be sorry for something like that. I may have more experience, but your body is still new to me too. We are both learning. I want you to know you can touch me however you want. If I want you to stop because I’m uncomfortable, I’ll tell you, okay?” You could see the concern in his teal eyes soften. He nodded and kissed you. You palmed him again through his sweats. Ace shook his head. “You two are so lovely dovey romantic.” You ground your hips into him, hard. He groaned. “Just because you don’t need a safe word, Ace, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t,” you commented, turning to him. He smirked and sat up. He brought his lips to one of your nipples and bit down lightly before sucking on it. You moaned loudly, squeezing Deuce ever so slightly. He moaned in turn. Ace chuckled. “Now there’s the moan I’ve been waiting to hear from you.” He brought his lips back to your nipples while his hands traced your back and gripped your ass. You growled playful at him, before turning your attention back to the blue-haired man next to you.

“Stand up,” you whispered to him. He nodded, his body still quivering. “You’re shaking,” you mentioned. Deuce blushed a bit. “It’s not because I’m nervous. It’s because I’m SO hard and I NEED you to touch me,” he said a bit embarrassed. You grinned up at him and bit your lip. You neared his tented pants and placed a kiss on his hard cock. You looked up at him. His face was flushed and his mouth hung open. You kissed his body again and then reached up to grab the hem of his sweats so that you could slowly pull them off his body. His cock sprung free. Deuce kicked the pants to the other side of the room. He had two large veins that ran down the entire length. He was a bit longer than average and had a fairly standard girth on him. The tip was a blushing pink and was leaking like a faucet.

You took his cock in your hands and then brought your lips to the tip. You gave him a kitten lick. He gasped loudly and his body shook. Something you loved about being intimate with him was his sensitivity. Every little touch was pure ecstasy. You licked him again, drawing another whine from him. You stroked him and took him into your mouth. Deuce ran his fingers through your hair, his hand trembling. You hollowed out your cheeks and started pumping with both your mouth and hands. His shaking became worse. “[Y/N]… I can’t stand anymore. My legs are going to give out,” he moaned. You pulled back. “Sit, Deuce. I can still pleasure you.”

The spade quickly sat down on the massive rose pillow and leaned back against the one couch. He spread his legs, his leaking cock laying against his toned stomach. You pulled Ace off your body and gave him a sultry look before swinging your legs off him. On all fours, you crawled over to Deuce. He was already panting, his lean muscular chest heaving in and out. You gave him a peck on the cheek before lowering your mouth back onto his cock. As soon as your lips were around his length, he let out a nearly pornographic moan. You felt your thighs clench involuntarily and the wetness in your core spread. You used your free hand to massage his balls, earning gasping whine.

Ace sat up and watched your wagging ass as you sucked on Deuce’s cock. He grinned as he saw the wetness of your tiny shorts. He traced your heat with his fingers. You moaned against Deuce’s cock. The vibrations caused him to buck his hips. He grabbed your hair and the heart blanket, throwing his head back into another loud moan. Ace chuckled and continued to trace your heat, occasionally placing a kiss on the plush of your ass. Now it was your turn to tremble. The ace of hearts then grabbed your shorts and pulled them down. “Oh, looks like our little prefect was being naughty too,” he teased, noticing you also weren't wearing any undergarments. Placing another kiss on your bare skin, he took a finger and sucked on it before inserting into your core. You clenched your thighs, your walls closing around his finger. You moaned against Deuce’s cock again. He whined and tugged on your hair. Ace chuckled. “That’s my little red rose,” he praised.

Ace slid a second finger into your heat. You whimpered a little. He pumped his fingers in and out of your spongy walls. The feeling was sensational. You clenched your walls around him in approval. “You like that, [Y/N]?” You clenched again in response. He chuckled. “Maybe I should give you more then.” Ace inserted a third finger into your hole and hit your sweet spot. He brought his free hand around your legs so that he could rub circles on your clit. You clamped down hard onto his hand and moaned desperately against Deuce’s cock. Deuce jerked his head back and moaned loudly in turn.

Your attention was slipping from pleasuring the blue-haired man as Ace pumped his fingers in and out of you. Waves of pleasure surged through you with every circle he made on your clit. You tried to refocus on the spade in front of you. You swirled your tongue around his cock, blew outward, grazed your teeth along his length, and even hummed, playing every trick in the book. He held your [H/C] hair tightly in his grasp, guiding you along his cock, his moans coming out with every stroke. You could tell he was getting close. You felt Ace pull his fingers out of you and then shift to lay between your legs. He caressed your upper thighs and gripped them in his hands. You suddenly jerked and pulled yourself off of Deuce with a gasp as a warm tongue slid over your slit all the way to your clit.

Ace chuckled, nibbling your clit. You reached down and grabbed his hair. “Ace~” you whimpered. He kept sucking. You closed your eyes and grasped for breath, your arms starting to shake. You sat up, sitting on his face. Deuce whined from the sudden lack of stimulation until he saw the look on your face. Mouth open, eyes closed, brow knitted together. He shifted to his knees and grabbed your face to kiss you. I tried to kiss him back, but was constantly interrupted by your own whimpers. Deuce raised his hands to your breasts and fondled them, lightly brushing over the nipples. You winced, breaking away from his lips and pressing Ace’s head between your legs. He hummed happily. You gripped at his red hair. You felt his tongue enter you. You tugged on his hair.

Deuce moved his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. You gripped his shoulder to stabilize yourself. He kept moving down your body until his lips met your nipples. You ran a hand through his navy blue hair. He was so gentle. His light soft touches were almost unbearable. He, plus Ace working his tongue on your core, were sending you straight to the edge. And quick. The heat was rising within you faster and faster. The coil in your core was tightening and threatening to snap at any moment. “I-I’m going to cum,” you whimpered. Deuce sucked on your nipples and Ace sucked hard on your clit. The knot snapped and a surge of fire wracked through you. You gasped and moaned loudly, every muscle in your body shaking as you released. Cum poured out of your body into Ace’s open mouth, who lapped up every bit of it. When you finally calmed down from your high, Deuce kissed you feverishly. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you off of Ace’s face and laid you down next to him, pulling himself on top of you. His hard cock lay on your stomach.

You lay there kissing him desperately. When he finally pulled away all you could do was pant. Ace weaseled his way by your side and reached out a hand to turn your face to his. “You taste like Trey’s lemon tarts,” he smirked. You flushed a deep crimson. “Might even say it’s my favorite dessert now,” he teased. Deuce grinned with that troublemaker smile of his. “I think I need to taste that for yourself,” he crooned, leaning in to kiss you again before sliding down your body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down. Ace took the opportunity to kiss you, pushing his greedy tongue into your open mouth. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his aching cock. “Take them off,” you whispered to him in between kisses. Ace wasted no time removing the last of his clothing and quickly tossing it aside. You took his leaking cock into your hand and started to pump up and down. Ace’s cock was average in length and girth. It was an angry shade of red, which got darker toward the mushroom tip. He kissed you harder, grunting into your mouth. “Fuck, [Y/N]…”

Deuce had finally kissed his way down to your core and kissed your still sensitive clit. You yelped against Ace and bucked your hips involuntarily. He snickered, clearly having gotten into his confidence streak. He lowered his head and lapped up the remaining juices that came out of your body. He raised his head with a big grin and pulled himself back on top of you, positioning his cock at your entrance. “You’re right, Ace. She really does taste like Trey’s lemon tarts. Even better, I’d say.” “Told you,” Ace muttered in between kisses.

Deuce leaned down to bring his lips to your neck. He nibbled and sucked at the skin. You gripped Ace harder causing him to groan. Every few strokes you ran your thumb over his tip. You could feel how desperate he was for your touch, the way his body shivered. Deuce moved his hips to prod your entrance. You gripped his bicep and he pushed himself into you. You pulled away from Ace and moaned, gripping Deuce tighter. You moaned his name. He pushed himself in slowly until he bottomed out, feverishly kissing your neck all the while. Ace pulled your lips back to his and bucked his hips to get more friction from your hand that had slowed.

As Deuce began to pump himself in and out of you, you instinctively moved your hips to meet his. Every time he hit your sweet spot you gasped and moaned loudly, your back arching away from the cushion on which you all lay. Deuce was panting hard, little groans escaping him every time he pumped his cock in and out of you. You tried to bring yourself to focus on pleasuring Ace.

The harder you focused, the faster the focus slipped. With every thrust Deuce grinded against your clit, waves of pleasure washing over you. Your body shuddered with pleasure. You moaned loudly. You let go of Ace and kissed Deuce. The ace of hearts complained. When you pulled back from the kiss you whispered, “Deuce, slow down. You’re going to make me cum again.” He chuckled and kept pumping himself in and out of you. He kissed your temple. “Good, that’s what I want.” He sped up his pace. Your legs were shaking with the building muscle tension. “Ace~,” you moaned. Ace bolted up and leaned over you. He smiled with that wicked grin of his. “Oh, that’s a good girl~,” he cooed, egging you on. He took his cock in his hands and stroked himself while he just sat there and watched you, your face contorting with ultimate pleasure.

You could barely handle it anymore. Every muscle in your body was shaking and screaming for release. Ace brought his lips to your ear. “Be a good girl and cum for me,” he whispered. You gasped and threw your head back into the pillow, then screaming with release. You grabbed Ace’s hair with one hand, pulling hard, and raked your sharp nails across Deuce’s back with your other. He groaned, loving the bit of pain. The spade didn’t cease his pace as you clenched your walls tightly around his cock. There was no feeling better in the world than being able to feel yourself cumming around a cock shoved deep inside you.

When you finally calmed down, the spade slowed down for a moment. “Think I can make you cum again, [Y/N]?” He asked, his confidence peaking. You chuckled between panting. Ace moaned, still stroking his cock. You turned my head to look at him. “I want you inside me,” you begged him. Deuce made a face of objection. “But I haven’t cummed yet!” He argued. “And you’ve been hogging her all night!” Ace retorted. “I want you both inside me.” The two card soldiers fell silent immediately. They glanced at each other and then at you. “At the same time?” Deuce squeaked, nervous again. You pulled him in by his chin and kissed him. You brought your hips to meet his again and again and again, keeping his slow pace. You pulled away and nodded. “Yes,” you breathed against his lips. You glanced over at Ace who was nearly drooling. He attacked you with an open-mouthed kiss, driving his tongue back into your mouth. You kissed him back and entangled a hand into his mop of red hair. When you pulled back you glanced at them both.

“Ace, I want you to lay down on the pillow.” He grinned and immediately laid down next to you, his swollen, leaking cock sticking straight up in the air. Even though you had just cummed, you were already desirous again and wanted him. Badly. “Deuce, I need you to pull out of me for a minute.” He pouted. “Trust me,” you coaxed him. He nodded and then slowly pulled out of you, quite reluctant. As soon as he was out, you felt empty and missed his cock immediately. You looked down at your body to see his cum covered cock leaking precum all over your core. You nearly pulled him back into yourself.

You shifted and stood up. The two men watched you curiously. You straddled Ace and lowered yourself onto his aching cock. He gasped as you filled yourself with him. You clenched your walls around him, so needy for him. He gripped your hips and started to bounce you lightly on him. You immediately started moaning again. You leaned over him, placing a hand on his chest and moved your hips at a steady pace for a minute just so you could feel him dip in and out of yourself. He grunted with every thrust. After a minute you calmed down and slowed your pace. You looked back at Deuce. “Come here, my spade~,” you cooed. He flushed red, but scooted over to you, his cock still rock hard. You leaned over Ace completely, his cock buried deep inside you. Your ass stuck out for the blue-haired man. “Put it in me,” you told him. His eyes grew wide. “Please,” you whined. “But, [Y/N]—,” he started. You cut him off. “I need you in me. I need you to fill me up. I need you to pleasure me.” You were begging at this point. He glanced down at your cocked stuffed leaking core and your other hole which was nearly pulsing just for him.

Little did either of the men know that you had been preparing for this for a while now. You had been playing and practicing on yourself. You’d even gotten some help and practice with Leona. You were ready for this.

“Come on, Juice. Put it in her,” Ace chided. “Please, Deucey,” you begged again. You wagged your ass for him. Ace moaned with the unusual movements. You bounced yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock again causing wet sounds to echo through the lounge. “Oh, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass. Deuce finally relented, his cock so stiff it hurt. Lining himself up behind you, the card soldier touched his tip to your other entrance. You gasped slightly at the feeling. You were SO sensitive. He started to push himself in you, groaning at the tightness. You gripped the blanket and pillow, gasping as his cock slid deeper and deeper into you. You could hear the wet sounds from the lube you had prepped yourself with earlier that evening. Your walls instinctively clenched around him as he bottomed out. You could feel him twitch inside you. You had never felt so full in your life. You savored the moment of being stuffed with that much cock.

Ace held tight to your hips and moved himself in and out of your core while Deuce then began to pump in and out of your ass. You started uncontrollably moaning with a new level of pleasure you had never experienced. You were practically drooling, unable to keep your mouth closed. Your mind could barely comprehend the amount of pleasure and number of sensations that wracked through your body. Every second was pure ecstasy. The two men were moaning as well. And loudly, at that. Ace was bucking his hips wildly, pumping himself in and out of you as fast as he could manage. Deuce, being in your other end, made you tighter for Ace and really heightened the friction. Deuce was in absolute heaven, shoving his cock in as far as he could with every stroke. You could feel yourself clenching around them both, bringing groans of pleasure from their gaping mouths.

For the third time tonight, you felt yourself quickly being brought to the edge of ultimate pleasure. You concentrated hard to try and stave it off as long as possible, but you knew you couldn’t hold on for more than another minute or two. You knew the two card soldiers were close as well. Ace was relentless in his pounding in and out of you. He had moved his one hand to your clit and was rubbing perfect circles. You were nearly screaming at his point. You could barely hold yourself up on all fours, your body shook so hard. Deuce also sped up his pace. You felt almost as if they had both somehow swollen inside of you. You felt even fuller than before.

You no longer felt like you could contain yourself. The burning fire rose to the surface and exploded to a degree you didn’t even know was possible. Every muscle in your body released at once and celestial level pleasure tore through every fiber of your being as you screamed out. Your walls clenched tighter than ever around the two men and then pulsed as you cummed around both their cocks. Your body was violently shaking from the level of pleasure and muscle tension you had encountered. Deuce cummed almost instantly after you. He sped up very quickly and leaned over you, rutting his hips into your ass. He grabbed your big breasts for support, that hung over Ace’s body, as he yelled out in pleasure. Thick white cum flooded into your body. He slowed down, but did not pull out. Ace also sped up, but his thrusts became sloppy and uneven. Within another thirty seconds he moaned loudly and cummed. Hot ropes of cum poured into your core. He slowed too and kept his cock in you as well.

As your body calmed down you shifted a bit, trying not to collapse. Deuce yelled with sensitivity. You leaned over and kissed Ace, who was panting on the pillow below you. He kissed you back surprisingly gently. “That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever done in my life,” he whispered. “That was the absolute best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” you murmured back. He leaned in and kissed you again, a bit rougher.

You pulled away and glanced back at Deuce. “You want to pull out, Deucey?” You asked him. He nodded, unable to speak just yet. Deuce carefully slid out of you. The sensation brought another moan out of your mouth. “Oh, still needy are we?” Ace teased. You shot him a look. You could feel the cum dripping out of you. The spade was completely entranced by the sight. He brought his thumb to your hole and massaged it gently. You moaned again. “I never thought that watching my cum drip out of your body would be so hot, [Y/N],” he muttered, still perplexed. You let him continue to massage you. You just wanted him all over again, even though your muscles were exhausted. You didn’t think you could handle cumming again tonight.

You looked down at Ace. “Your turn,” you said. He grinned wickedly. “But what if I want to keep you all plugged up with my cum?” You smirked. Leaning down, you kissed him again. He raised a hand to sensitive nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. You moaned into his open mouth. “Come here,” he directed. The ace of hearts gripped you by the hips and rolled you over into the cush of the oversized rose pillow. You savored the soft material on your bare skin. You let yourself relax, grateful to no longer have to bear your own weight. Deuce kneeled down at your legs. Very slowly Ace pulled his cock out of your body, causing his cum to leak out of you. You lay there, legs apart, completely bare, and covered in cum, before your two best friends. Ace glanced down at your white stained body and core. He very carefully touched your still engorged clit. You yelped with sensitivity. He grinned and touched it ever so lightly again. You bit your lip and whimpered. “Fuck, [Y/N]. How are you this fucking hot?” Ace questioned. He leaned over and kissed you a bit aggressively before deciding to suck on your nipples. You moaned and grabbed his messy red hair. Deuce, curious and mesmerized by your exposed, cum-covered body decided to touch you in Ace’s place over and over and over, bringing forth moan after moan. He was completely spellbound by your unrelenting need to be pleasured.

The spade then dipped his head and began to lick and suck on your clit. You instinctively bucked your hips into his mouth only causing more pleasure. With your free hand you gripped his midnight blue hair tightly and moaned loudly once again. Ace had his face buried against your chest, switching back and forth between each side, sucking hard on your hypersensitive nipples. Deuce glanced up at you, your mouth hanging open, your brow knitted together again. “Just one more time, [Y/N].” I nodded, unable to deny him and the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned again as he put his mouth back to your extremely sensitive clit. Taking three of his fingers, Deuce pushed them deep inside of you, after spitting on them. He motioned come hither with them and you nearly screamed with pleasure as he hit your sweet spot over and over. Your legs started shaking again as the heat in your core began to build. You knew you wouldn’t last long at all this round.

Ace kept placing kisses all over your neck and chest, but mostly concentrated on your erect nipples that yearned for his lips. Ace continued to pump and curve his fingers in and out of you while he ate at your clit. The muscle tension started to build and the fire within you threatened to overflow once more. Within three minutes of Deuce starting, you could no longer contain yourself. You felt yourself release, screaming out again with all consuming pleasure. Your entire body shook with fire as you cummed around the spade’s fingers. He quickly pulled them out of you and began to lap up your juices. “Ace, get down here,” Deuce ordered. The ace of hearts quickly released your overstimulated nipples and worked his way down between your legs while Deuce sucked on his cummed covered fingers like a lollipop. Ace took his turn lapping up your core and hypersensitive clit. He gave one last slurp against it and then a soft lick. You whimpered with the overstimulation.

When he was finished the two flopped down one either side of you. Deuce pulled the large heart blanket over us. You could barely move, you were so exhausted. You turned your head to the spade. “That was… better than I could have ever imagined,” you managed. They both chuckled. Deuce leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling you to his warm bare body. “We should absolutely do this again,” Ace concluded. “You know. For practice.” You chuckled quietly. Deuce nodded and kissed your forehead. “For once, I agree.”

The End.

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anmiruzu · 7 months

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hello there! id like to request prompt 8 from the halloween event prompt list with ace trappola! ty!

oops

a/n hdhshs i can never think of a good title TwT

-183 words-

October fourth,

ace trappola; prompt 08: “Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

ace had somehow coerced you into joining him in exploring a haunted house.

as the two of you entered the vast and terrifying haunted house, you were immediately jumpscared by accidentally walking into a fake cobweb. as you let out a small yelp, ace laughed in your face.

“we barely walked in and you’re already scared! you’re such a scaredy cat!” ace teased as he continued to laugh at you.

you try defending yourself, “i couldn’t help it! it was just right there!”

then as ace continued to laugh at you, a “zombie” came up behind him, and being the good friend you are, you didn’t say anything.

“boo!”

ace let out a silent scream and immediately grabbed onto you holding your hand, as you snickered at him.

“you should’ve told me!”

“you should’ve told me about that cobweb~”

“still!” ace then realized he was holding onto your hand, his face now bright red “o-oh”

“hm? what?” then you noticed, now blushing as well, “ah- w-well… you grabbed my hand first!”

“i- i didn’t mean to! i got jumpscared!”

“you still did tho~”

(you can still request! ^^)

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mistressvioletaurora · 11 months

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Denial

If you have ideas for more of these y/n comics plz let me know

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twst #twst x y/n #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #Ace trappola x y/n #epel felmier #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart #twst comic

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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ace trappola, with some icicle mushroom or mermaid tears? (you can pick), and I forgot the recipe :3c thanks

Thank you for sending a request!! As you ordered, a day at the beach with Ace~

Evening Getaway

Ace Trappola x Reader ;

[Part of Ritcchan's Potion-Making Trials!] Ingredients : Mermaid Tears (Trip to the Beach) "Crewel-sensei! We forgot the recipe!! (let's hope he doesn't kill us for this...)"

“This place looks sick!” Ace yelled, breaking into a light jog while you followed suit. The two of you had decided to take a little trip down to Sage Island’s beach, right behind school grounds. You typically weren’t supposed to go out from campus grounds during the school year, but what’s life without a little thrill?

You take off your shoes and socks, rolling up your pants before stepping onto the warm white sands. “The sand feels so nice~” You say, neatly putting your shoes in a corner. “You comin’, Ace?” “Hell yeah,” He replied. Ace threw his shoes off and rolled up his pants, and also loosening his tie and unbuttoning the upper button of his shirt for a more relaxed look. “Yanno, since Deuce and Epel ran away that time on the VDC I’ve always wanted to see how the beaches in Sage Island looked like.”

“Did the Queendom of Roses not have any beaches?” You ask, sitting down on the sand. “Oh, we do. My family just didn’t live near any, so I don’t go that much. Oh man, it feels great to be out here and away from the housewarden’s rules!” You rolled your eyes at his statement, but it was a nice feeling to be out and about in the evening sun like this, with your huge dork of a partner in tow.

Taking your hand in his, Ace pulls you towards the water with the biggest grin you’ve seen from him.You feel your legs hit the lapping waves on the shore, the water was cool in contrast to the warm sand. Crouching down, you cup a bit of water in your hand and splashes it toward Ace, who yelped in surprise. “ACK- that’s salty- OI!” Ace splashes you back, and the two of you fought it out like that until your uniforms were soaked with seawater.

“If the housewarden chews me out for being soaked, I’m blaming it on you!” “Hey! Ain’t no way!”

The evening was filled with you and Ace’s laughter, running around on the shores and playing with the sands. You built a sandcastle, collected shells, Ace even found a little crab! (He asked if the Octavinelle trio might appear any time soon, and you’re sure they probably won’t.)

“Today was real fun, (Y/n). Maybe we should sneak out on a date like this more~” “Oh you- I’m always down to get in trouble if it’s with you.

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Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Goodnight moon.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu Goodnight tree.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Ace: We can see the ghosts too ya know?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, turning around very slowly to face Ace:

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Let me feel fucking special for once okay? 🙂

Ace: ...okay, so-rry 🫤

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: As I was saying *Turning around towards the big window*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: and goodnight to the tall man with horns who watches me sleep every night

Ace, whipping his head around so fast he could break his neck: IM SORRY, THE WHAT?!

Malleus, outside the window: Goodnight my child of man ☺️ *waving*

Dividers from @/cafekitsune

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schoenht · 8 months

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HI SOLEE IVE SAID THIS BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN IM SO EXCITED FOR THE EVENT RAAAAGHHHHHHH BREAKS A GUITAR

AND ALSO CONGORATS FOR 1000 PEOPLE IN YOUR BASEMENT IM SO PROUD OF YOU WIPES TEARS SOBS SNIFFLES (ive barely known you for a month)

can i pretty please have "inside their phone" witb acey trappola AND HMM. deucey spade :3 (i love my sillies)

↝ inside their phone

characters: ace trappola, deuce spade

note: MOOTIE HI yes the 1k ppl in my basement idk how many more can fit there (we've known each other for a month but we are literally the same person) BUT YES HERE YOU GO <3 the number one ace lover i know fr fr

ACE TRAPPOLA

DEUCE SPADE

EVENT IS CLOSED!

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nightshade-writes-stories · 2 months

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Twisted wonderland Incorrect quotes #28

Mc: Ace why is riddle crying on the floor?

Ace: He took one of those ‘which night raven collage student are you’ quizzes

MC: And?

Ace: He got me.

Mc: oh-

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vtoriacore · 1 year

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✧ a mom-orable confession

note: idc if the title doesnt fit vils part he's special he gets his own title because he has a father and it ruined the fucking momentum of my writing because id never go for a DILF but it's whatever mr vil schoenheit look what you've done you ruined my post as always dramatic sigh x 10 🙄 /j

characters: ace, azul, jamil, vil

synopsis: you ask the boys if you can have their parents' number as a prank, only to then ask them out instead. well, kind of.

| sebek, leona, deuce, riddle |

♡ ACE

♡ AZUL

♡ JAMIL

♡ VIL

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kunikame · 8 months

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# PURPLE LILACS !

[03] - call me riddle rosehearts | prev. | m. list | next

ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : aliven't mentions, "kys" used 2 times, angst hehe

? w/c : 853

the ramshackle ghosts letting him inside the dorm with wary gazes should've been the first red flag, ace notes.

the building is eerily silent until grim appears (equally as wary as the ghosts until he spots the sweets the ginger is carrying in his arms), lifting a paw to point towards the upper floor of the building. ace takes this as a "go" sign and slowly makes his way up the creaking staircase.

you have cleaned the building up well since you arrived in twisted wonderland (ace would know, he was here to help after all) but with the money crowley provides, you barely have enough for food, much less to fix up the building. then again, it’s not like you’re staying here permanently, you’re gonna leave the moment crowley finds a way home for you.

somehow, that thought hurts more than it should.

upon reaching the upper floor, the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before, and ace found himself regretting being here.

the closer to your rooms door he went, the louder the sobs and sniffles became, and now he’s seriously debating whether he should knock on your door or just pretend him telling you he’s coming over was all just an elaborate prank, but then he heard knocking and saw his very own hand pressed against the wooden door.

“shit- shit, ow- um, yeah?”

“.. it’s ace. may i come in?”

the sound of rushed steps and things bumping against each other was heard and the door flew open, bringing with it a sudden breeze that sent his bangs flying. curse autumn weather.

“uh, yeah, sure. why are you here though?”

“i.. told you i was coming..?” he says quizzically as he makes his way into the room, taking a quick look around. there’s several items in disarray, but what stuck out to him most was the wallet on the floor. not the one the guys personally made you for christmas since you said your previous one got lost, this one was unfamiliar to ace, “what’s that?”

“oh, uh.. you know how i said my wallet got lost somewhere when i, uh, appeared here? yeah, that’s the one. someone in diasomnia found it and handed it over to lilia, apparently.”

“is that what’s got you so down, then?” why bring up your relationship with your mother over a found wallet? he came here because of your tweet in the first place, but he doesn’t really see how these 2 things are connected. he grabs the faux leather wallet off the floor before sitting on your carpet next to it, only for a polaroid picture to come slowly fluttering out.

oh.

“not the wallet, no. the picture is.”

yeah, he can see how a picture of your mother would remind you of her.

he checks if it’s okay with you, then he lifts the picture for a closer inspection. there’s what he can make out as an older lady who looks like you, and a man hugging her waist. he finds it nice you keep a picture of your parents so close to you.

“i was on that picture too.”

“sorry?”

he looks up at you, startled, then back down at the picture in his hands. now that he looks closer, there’s a slight blur bubble in the center of the photo.

“it was taken on my 10th birthday. there was a cake and my fathers hand was on my shoulder. now there’s no cake, and certainly no me either,” you start fiddling with your fingers (a nervous habit, ace notes) and he waits for you to continue, “i didn’t really think dying in my world and being transported here would delete all memories of me. i didn’t even know that was possible, but now i have proof.”

“wait, pause, dying? you’re dead? like, dead dead?”

“i should be, yes. i was just hoping my parents would remember me, at least.”

“.. but crowley is looking for a way back for you, isn’t he?”

“no. i told him to stop when i remembered how i got here. told ‘im it was useless and that i would just be 2 meters under anyway– if i would even be there, that is.”

“do the others know about this..?”

you shake your head with a melancholy smile and ace regrets even bringing up the topic at all. perhaps he should’ve just given you the sweets and left. or he shouldn’t have come here at all, left deuce or jack to be the first ones to know.

but then the devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear and he realizes at least he’s closer to you now, which means he’s also one step closer to making his plan work.

“that’s okay. it can be our secret for now– and crowleys. if you ever want to talk about any of this, or just your feelings or whatever, feel free to hit me up. i’m always only one call away, you know.”

“.. why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? don’t you, like, hate me or something?”

“hate you? i could never hate you,” liar.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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demon-lover-669 · 11 months

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Y/n: *yelling for sebek*

Ace: *watching* was that him?

Y/n: I think so

Someone: *running at them*

Y/n: wait! That’s not my alligator! *starting to run away* NOT MY ALLIGATOR!

Ace: Oh shit! *starts running too*

#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x reader #incorrect twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #ace twst #ace trappola #ace x reader #ace twisted wonderland #twst sebek #twisted wonderland sebek #sebek x y/n

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stormgardenscurse · 7 months

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made for you - puppet au

Summary: In a steampunk-esque setting, your guardian-slash-mentor left you with one thing after their passing—a self-autonomous puppet that was designed to blend in with humans, who would protect and accompany you in your mentor’s absence.

Characters: Floyd, Ace, Cater, Lilia

Warnings: mentions of blood in Lilia's!

Floyd

Outsiders might complain about Floyd’s flippant change in moods, saying that you seemed to be the only person he doesn’t get annoyed with.

In two ways this judgment was flawed: they didn’t know he was a puppet (and so thought he was merely a scary traveling partner of yours), and he does get mad at you sometimes. Namely when you do things for others that he thinks are unnecessary, because why do you have to be the nice one and try to maintain relations with people you weren’t even close with?

Floyd never got why you stress yourself out with things like that—and if you told him to help you with such tasks? Expect him to either turn to a game of cat and mouse (behind your back, he’s the cat and some other person is the mouse) or fulfill it with a dangerous gleam in his eyes when a stranger sees him, saying ‘don’t approach me, I’m really not in the mood’.

He rarely directs his frustration at you, though. Call it part of his design or whatever, but for the most part he’s more lax around you, slinging his arm over your shoulder or asking if you wanted to do (insert unhinged scheme) with a casual tone.

You worry about the people that he does get into fights with. Floyd doesn’t pay much attention to his inhuman strength and things can get awkward when people question it—leaving you to stand there, contemplating if you should reveal the truth.

But… while Floyd doesn’t really care for the distinction between being human and not (as long as you treat him as equals), he finds it fun when people think he’s just an unpredictable human. The looks on their faces and struggle when he tests their limits are always a sight to behold.

Humans really are quite amusing—but of course, you’re his favorite one.

Ace

Ace has an inner conflict, one could say.

As charismatic as he can be (and by god was he a convincing actor), Ace would always, at the back of his mind, be conscious of the fact that he wasn’t human.

Nevermind the fact he’s probably more humane than some people out there, but he always has the feeling that it wasn’t enough. There’s a type of jealousy that crops up whenever he sees you interacting with people—he’s not sure if he’s jealous of the way you are, with your quirks and emotions that he idealizes despite how he claims otherwise, or if he’s jealous of the others around you.

He’d never fall sick or actually feel physical pain. He could be repaired so long as his core was salvageable, and so Ace could never be your friend in the way he might want to be. He wonders, sometimes, that in an alternate world—if he was human, would you look towards him the same way you do now? Would you still pick him within an ocean of so many, if he wasn’t a puppet crafted by your mentor?

Instead of expressing this, Ace of course directs these feelings into a personality that’s a little bratty. He’d challenge your requests at times, asking if it was an ‘order’ and only complying if you pushed back.

You’ll hear a lilt in his voice when he calls you ‘Master’ mockingly. For the most part Ace’s mean streak isn’t that bad though—he does show concern for you and is essentially a best friend that keeps you grounded. Sometimes you wonder if he actually liked being bossed around, thinking of it as a way to acknowledge the odd relationship you had.

You don’t see him as a servant or object, but perhaps he finds some comfort in the idea that he was made for you. That way, your attachments to one-another was completely normal—you’d always pick him, right?

Cater

Cater is a puppet that lets you know his world revolves around you, if only to see the adorable expressions you make in response.

He doesn’t care for his own maintenance that much, nor about hurting himself in your defense or while doing tasks. Cater’s good at masking such things too, with long-sleeved or layered clothing to hide his mechanical injuries away. He says it’s unsightly and he’ll just fix it himself later, but you always recognise when he’s lying about how it’s ‘not that bad’.

It makes an odd feeling ache in his chest whenever you do that, making him sit down in the privacy of your inn room so you could patch him up. There’s an unreadable look in his gaze at times like those, asking you if you saw him as someone that could actually get hurt. You said yes. Cater makes sure to remember that.

He’s flirty most of the time, acting good-natured with others but obviously trying to charm you in particular. People tend to think you’re a couple because of that, and is it so bad if Cater kind of likes the sound of it?

He enjoys how genuine of a person you are—sure, everyone has their own thoughts and darker side that they keep to themselves, but he’s never detected falsehoods in your emotions towards him. Maybe it helps that you know he’s a puppet—why would you feel the need to guard yourself from him the same way as others?

He likes this exclusivity he has to the different sides of you, especially since he’s a key link to your past. It’s also easier to focus his time and energy on someone else than the gloom that sometimes spreads in his system, which was surely just another mechanical flaw.

"I'm just supposed to make sure you're happy, Master~ So don’t worry about it!"

Lilia

No one would suspect that your cute companion would have a rather… uncompromising side, with it came to getting rid of nuisances that threatened your safety.

In his defense, he was kind of built to be a deadly weapon—the world is a dangerous place after all, and Lilia doesn’t mind being the one that protects you from those that may do you harm. Your mentor dabbled in areas that garnered them enemies, thus the association and knowledge you possessed was a dangerous light to greedy moths.

You never actually witness how he is in combat, though. Lilia always returns from his missions quietly, wiping the scratches and blood off of his synthetic skin. He greets you with a smile if you’re still awake at that point in the night, and you’re none-the-wiser about the expressions he can make when he gets serious on the field.

It’s night and day, the difference between how he is there versus how he is when mingling with people or with you. Lilia likes how you rely on him during your travels. He has a backlog of historical knowledge that he collected shortly after he was crafted, but nothing compares to actually being in different nations and seeing things with your own two eyes.

He enjoys calling your name in a familiar tone and hearing you do the same. Lilia hopes to be a presence that reminds you of home, so it’s only natural that he cherishes the lighthearted and heart-to-heart conversations you have.

Leave the bodyguard work to him; there’s a reason your mentor made a puppet for this purpose, after all. And honestly, Lilia’s quite happy with the way his life was right now. It was much richer than the endless clockwork of a workshop, and pretty things that did nothing compared to your warm words and sparkle in your eyes that was so undeniably human.

#(Yes #this was vaguely inspired by the latest event cards. Hope you enjoy!)#twisted wonderland #ace trappola x reader #floyd leech x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #cater diamond x reader #twst x reader #twst reader insert #twst x you #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x y/n #storm writings

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twstgarden · 20 days

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❀ ❝ 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲? ❞

━ malleus draconia x gn! reader (reader can be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ thoughts of the possibility of falling in love with your nightly visitor continue to disturb you even during the times you were supposed to focus on your quality time together.

no spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc!

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“modern architectures seemed to have adapted new designs for their gargoyles. why, i even came across one that resembles a human face. it is quite intriguing, really. i have grown accustomed to seeing gargoyles that usually take the form of different creatures of the night, so seeing that human-like gargoyle sparked some interest in me that i wish to show it to you,” rambled malleus before he frowned, “however, my so-called phone could no longer capture images. it breaks easily, it’s unfortunate.”

you sat as you replied with a soft hum, your chin resting on your hand as you looked up at him with a rather longing and lovestruck gaze. you were paying attention to his ramblings, truly, you were! it just so happened that you were looking at him with an infatuated gaze.

hearing only a hum from you, malleus turned his head to look at his companion. with a raised brow, he spoke, “hm? are you alright?”

his question snapped you out of your thoughts. a soft blush dusted over your cheeks as you felt embarrassed of having been caught staring, “oh, sorry. um… so, did you capture it with… maybe a regular camera?”

once more, there was a frown on his lips, “no, but i will make sure i get to capture its uniqueness and aesthetic the next time i come across that gargoyle.”

it was somewhere around midnight when you decided to accompany malleus in the backyard of the ramshackle dorm, and you spent the past 30 minutes listening to him talk about his findings during his strolls for his gargoyle research club activity.

you loved listening to him speak. his voice was deep and resonant, yet so dulcet and soothing. you would never get tired of listening to him all day. when he speaks with clear passion and excitement laced in his tone, he resembles a young kid who had just gotten some candy – so endearing and oh so innocent, but you had to remind yourself that this was no ordinary man. this was the crown prince of a nation, a man respected by many and feared by many more.

still, who gives a damn about titles when you can enjoy his presence for as long as you want? as long as the moon stays up in the sky and the sun has not risen, you can guarantee his presence in your dormitory.

were you falling in love?

what nonsense. of course not! who could afford to fall in love at a time like this? what you needed to focus on was your return to your world, not fall in love with a prince who may soon be betrothed to someone else.

oh, but that smile…

malleus smiled as he caught you staring once more, lost in your gaze. with a teasing chuckle, he spoke playfully, “am i so captivating that you can’t seem to tear your eyes away?”

what a beautiful smile.

that question alone made you look away immediately. was it too obvious? surely, he was only teasing you, but it was as if he hinted that he knew you might be falling for him. you laughed a little and replied, “i was spacing out! i wasn’t staring or anything…”

“spacing out, hm? does something trouble your mind?” asked malleus. the playful air seemed to have dissipated, replaced with an air of concern and care as soon as you told him you were spacing out.

“not at all,” you replied with a smile, “i was only imagining what that gargoyle with a human face would look like.”

are you falling in love?

again, with such questions! having the desire to spend more time with the man and looking forward to your nightly meetings does not equate to falling in love. you merely wanted his companionship. he was the only one visiting you late at night, keeping you entertained and listening to your troubles. he was more of a friend than anyone else in night raven college – ace and deuce are a category of their own.

there was never a single night he’d bail on you. not a single night had he let you be alone. it had become a tradition at this point for him to always be standing by your window once the clock struck 12. he never arrived empty-handed; there was always a thoughtful gift in tow or an engaging tale of adventures of the people he knew – mostly lilia’s adventures. other times, it would be a treasure trove of fascinating facts on random yet intriguing subjects. with him, each nightly meeting was an enchanting experience, always concluding with the bestowal of a meaningful gift, the creation of lasting memories, or the gain of fresh knowledge.

a knowledgeable and kind-hearted friend.

that’s how you’d always describe him. that’s what you’d always tell yourself. he was nothing more than a knowledgeable, kind-hearted friend. why must your admiration of his character equate to romantic feelings? even friends can find one person cool and not wish to have romantic relationships with them.

oh, but you love holding his hand…

it was another night in night raven college, another night spent with your midnight visitor. he was discussing certain gemstones that he had in his collection – his hoard, a term better suited for his kind. the discussion seemed normal at first glance until he looked at your left hand and held his right hand out for you to hold after taking off his glove.

“may i?”

curiosity washed over your senses as you tilted your head but placed your left hand on top of his anyway. his gentle caress on your knuckles sent shivers down your spine, his hands felt so smooth and oh so gentle, yet you knew of the underlying strength that was concealed within his lovely hands. the same hand that finds ease in cracking a coconut open gently held your own – as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting you.

as his thumb tenderly brushed against your bare ring finger, he spoke, “a beautiful golden ring would best adorn your hand, perhaps one embedded with your birthstone, don’t you think?”

this was merely a casual conversation between friends – a topic of discussion relating to gemstones turned into rings. this is normal, is it not? you hummed in reply as he continued to hold your hand, “a golden ring embedded with my birthstone? that sounds lovely.” a soft laugh then left your lips, “i could not afford to buy one, however.”

hoping he would comprehend your attempt at making a poor joke, you looked at him with a smile. he let out a soft chuckle, leading you to believe he was amused by your jest until his response completely caught you off-guard.

“why buy one when i can have one custom-made for you?”

your smile dropped as your expression turned into shock.

“pardon?”

that night was memorable, and certainly had its surprising elements compared to your other nightly meetings. you thought he was joking about getting a custom-made ring for you, but he had given so many hints and statements that he was completely serious – he even took your ring size. you did not stop him. perhaps it was just another one of his many, many gifts that he had bestowed upon you.

your vague knowledge of fae tradition made you recall a hint of a connection between faes and the art of gift-giving – that exchanging of gifts was an intrinsic part of their nature. you were entirely unaware of the customs and traditions surrounding gifts in briar valley, but surely, gift-giving is a way to show how much one appreciates an important acquaintance, is it not?

after that meeting, you started to realise the growing number of attempts on him holding your hand – whether you’re walking side by side or sitting together on the bench – he would always attempt to interlock his hand with yours in a way that seems respectful. his hand would gently brush against your own while he was talking, giving a hint that he wishes to hold your hand but would rather have your consent first.

you did not hesitate. you smiled and continued listening to his words as you interlocked your fingers together, gently squeezing his hand as he had not worn his gloves like usual. there was a brief moment of his eyes lighting up and his smile growing wider once he felt your hand on his, but then reverted to his usual expression as he continued to share stories with you.

your nightly meetings had extended to daylight hours. you were no longer confined in the moon’s appearance in the sky to determine how long you’d spend your time with him. you did not mind being seen by everyone else in the academy hanging out with the hotshot dormitory leader of diasomnia – who cares about them?

as long as malleus continued to spend his time with you, you’d spend your time with him. your blooming connection had soon become known to everyone else, and those from his dormitory were more than happy to finally see their dorm leader making friends. well, lilia was the proudest, but sebek still has his suspicions.

it has been a long while now since you have established a connection with the lonely crown prince. his companionship was all you could find on all the times you yearned for someone to hang out with. things were going smoothly, and your relationship with malleus kept blossoming every day.

have you fallen in love?

that question now haunted you once more.

have you fallen in love?

you shook your head as you sighed, trying to think of something else as you sat on diasomnia’s comfortable couch. their lounge was spacious – able to fit more than 20 students at the same time, but you’d rather not stay in the lounge if it gets crowded. the leather couches of their lounge were certainly of high quality as once you took a seat, you felt yourself sinking into the soft depths of the sofa.

malleus was sipping on his tea while the other three kept conversing about their recent school activities. upon hearing your sigh, malleus glanced at you and placed his teacup down, “are you feeling tired?” you shook your head in response, “no, no… not at all…”

have you fallen in love?

perhaps you did. your eyes stayed on malleus for a while as you thought of all the reasons you were drawn to him. malleus had a regal and powerful aura, everyone knew that, but there was also a hint of innocence and loneliness behind that powerful mask of his. you were one of the few people who have witnessed the real side of malleus draconia, while everyone else only knew him as a powerful fae prince.

malleus had the most beautiful set of green eyes – striking and sharp, yet so ethereal and comforting. his eyes showed all the feelings his facial expressions could not, and when it twinkles at the sight or mention of things, he is particularly fond of, you feel a sense of peace within you – as if you felt happy seeing him happy.

for so long have you denied your thoughts and dismissed them as merely friendly observations. you thought he was beautiful, and it should be normal to find someone beautiful, no? you think vil is a beautiful man, but that does not mean you are in love with him, so what makes malleus any different?

but that’s the thing.

malleus draconia’s allure was a level of their own.

his beauty was not like vil’s elegant charm or neige’s endearing appeal. malleus embodies a beauty of ethereal quality – to you, he is a man of enchanting grace and elegance, shrouded in mystery and often veiled in reserve.

have you fallen in love?

after pondering on your inner thoughts, you can proudly answer this question with confidence.

yes, you were.

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