#nsfw twst

What your favorite Twst character says about your kinks:

Riddle: Mm getting stepped on, master/servant play

Ace: You’re probably into pegging

Deuce: You’re a switch, into roleplay foreplay

Cater: Voyeurism, orgies

Trey: Food play, being dommed

Leona: Breeding, being dommed again

Jack: Breeding again, soulmates, heats

Ruggie: You like to pamper and spoil

Azul: Dacryphilia (crying), tentacle play for obvious reasons

Jade: You’re probably a masochist

Floyd: Biting, you like it wet and rough, dontcha?

Kalim: You like to be pampered and spoiled

Jamil: Hypnotism (dub-con), master/servant play

Vil: Degradee and messing up your makeup after some rounds, huh

Rook: Hunter/Prey play, bondage

Epel: Mommy kink, outdoor sex

Idia: You like to praise and do the hair pulling

Ortho: You like to read the Bible

Malleus: Size differences and magical anatomy. Aka, his most popular headcanon is that he has two dicks

Lilia: Age play, biting

Silver: Somnophilia but also kinda vanilla

Sebek: Gags, domming

Bonus:

Neige: Another mommy kink, idk I feel like he’d be a cute pet so pet play

Crowley: Nesting, breeding again again, teacher/student play

Crewel: Yeah

Sam: Bondage (w/ the shadows)

Ashton: Size differences, overstimulation

Trein: Y’all idk, not a kink but you’d be a good sugar baby

14.One night, your fave accidentally ingests an aphrodisiac and goes into a terrible heat that needs to be satiated right away. Who is it, and how do they go about convincing you to help them?

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warning(s): Aphrodisiacs, Nonconsensual consumption of aphrodisiacs, coercion, dry humping

It had been one of those long days at the Mostro Lounge, and Floyd craved nothing more than to squeeze the last remaining customers so he could close up, take a shower, and finally get a bite to eat. Still, Azul would nag him non-stop again if he so much as got snippy enough to scare them into leaving before they ordered. And dealing with a bunch of barnacles was easier than taking on a whole octopus, even if the latter was more fun to mess with.

At least it wasn’t allbad, Floyd thought as his gaze trailed down a few tables and caught your figure in the distance. You liked to help out every now and then when Azul offered a fair price for your services. Floyd sighed wantonly, missing the entirety of the order he was supposed to be getting until the customer called his name a few times. Clicking his tongue, eyebrow twitching, he threw the notepad on the table and told the customer to just write down what it was they wanted while he decided to meander over to where you were standing. Jade caught this interaction from the corner of his eye and only shook his head, opting to approach the table in Floyd’s stead and continue the order. Things always seemed to turn out this way when you part-timed, he thought. But when he truly thought about it, that was the worst Floyd usually did. Honestly, he never thought his brother could turn so complacent at the sight of someone else, but in hindsight, this was a good thing, wasn’t it?

Perhaps his brother deserved a reward for his recent good behavior.

Finally free from the constant droning of customer service, Floyd’s mood changed substantially when he emerged from the shower, the layers of sweat and irritability having been washed off by the hot water. And when he returned to his room to haphazardly throw on some clothes, he was more than a bit bewildered to see a plate of piping hot takoyaki and sweet tea on the desk beside his bed. All with a note laid next to it. Casually picking it up, the note’s owner appeared to be none other than Jade, which really shouldn’t have been so surprising considering that his brother would be the one to cook more often than not.

Dear Floyd,

Thank you for completing your shifts this week with minimal complaints. Azul and I are quite proud. In light of your good behavior, please enjoy this treat I’ve planned for you. I, myself, will not be spending the night in our room as I have a personal, overnight expedition in the mountains.

Thank you.

- Jade

Floyd creased his eyebrows together, a groan crawling over his tongue. “He better not bring back anything weird,” he said, finding no concern that his brother was going on some kind of excursion with no prior warning. He’s done weirder things, Floyd thought, tossing the note over his shoulder and accepting the plate of food with greedy hands. He chowed down eagerly, finding no fault in Jade’s cooking as per usual. The sweet tea was next, and it only amplified the satisfaction of a warm body and a full stomach, lulling Floyd to his bed after he set the utensils down. It had more or less been an okay day. He got to play tag with some Savanaclaw students, Beakfish sensei didn’t chew him out like he usually did, and he got to hang off of you for a whole afternoon. A win in his books.

At least, for the first few minutes, it felt like a win, but the more Floyd tried to nod off, the harder it became. It was like the air conditioner had suddenly stopped working and his breathing grew heavier. His whole expression creased in frustration yet the condition only seemed to worsen as he shifted to stand from his bed. Like his legs were full of sea cucumbers, Floyd uncharacteristically fell to one knee, his teeth grinding upon this familiar sense of not being able to walk. But that wasn’t even the half of it. Before Floyd could even find it in himself to voice his anger, a terrible heat flushed his veins and caused his breath to stifle.

It was so… hot.

Much like his moods, Floyd’s entire disposition shifted as his fingers curled over the sleek floor of his bedroom, a numbing haze seeping into his brain. With labored breaths, Floyd focused his vision through willpower alone and set to figure out what the hell was happening. At least, he tried to. Just when he had gotten used to the phase of一whatever this had been一the heat pooled right in the pit of his stomach, forcing the man to groan once more, yet not out of frustration, but dissatisfaction. 

Through his deep breaths, Floyd looked down to the space between his legs and noted the prominent tent in his pants with a whine. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but his thoughts were becoming foggier with every second; up until he pressed his cheek to the floor just because it felt cool against his skin. Even when a knock resounded from the other side of the door, he could barely register it.

It was then that you grew concerned over the idea that Floyd had already gone to sleep, but… you checked the text message Jade had sent you:

Prefect, while I understand you’re a busy person, I have but a small favor to ask; Would you mind checking on Floyd before you set a course for Ramshackle? I have an outing to attend to for the night and I worry he’ll fall asleep in his uniform again. Not to worry, I shall compensate you for the trouble.

You rose a brow. “He’s not a little kid,” you muttered under your breath, but the lack of response from the other side may have vindicated Jade’s reservations. Knowing you could blame it on Jade if you barged in and Floyd got mad at you, you turned the handle to their room to search for the man. However, what you found in place of a snoozing eel made your body stiffen.

Floyd laid panting on the floor, his body shivering with each breath. You rushed to his side and knelt down as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Upon your touch, Floyd flinched, his neck craning to look up at you through half-lidded eyes. When he caught sight of your form, his heart lurched in his chest and a wide smile stretched thin across his face.

“Little Shrimp~!” he crooned, suddenly finding the strength to push himself from the floor and lean closer to your body. He placed his hands on the floor beside you and effectively cornered you into leaning back if only to grant yourself some space. “It’s sooohot,” he breathed, eyes trailing from your face to your neck. “I really can’t take it anymore. I wanna squeeze you until your body’s just as hot as mine. Hey, can we do that?”

“Floyd, what’re you—“ you began to ask until your eyes trailed down his chest and caught sight of the pressed outline of his cock throbbing against his pants. You thickly swallowed at the discovery, gaze wandering back to his face. His eyes were entirely glazed over while his body seemed to lean closer with every second that ticked by. It didn’t help that he was humming small noises of eager anticipation. It’s as though his whole personality was brimming with more manic energy than usual and he was doing everything in his power to hold it back while you contemplated your answer. Even if he wasn’t doing anything, you could understand the singular opportunity he was granting you during this time frame, one that would soon run out if you didn’t give a response.

“Hey, touch me, won’t you? Little Shrimp, it hasto be you. I’d literally rather die than let someone else do it. Please? Please?At least a little is fine, right?” The more he pleaded, the more he inched closer. And he didn’t stop even when he pressed his clothed erection against your leg, languidly rubbing against you over and over again. “If you don’t run away now, I’m gonna do what I want, okay?” His breath was on your neck now, his entire body heaving slow, labored breaths against your skin.

You inhaled a deep breath yourself, your brain having tried to process this whole moment. You didn’t like the idea of leaving him to his devices when he was in this state, but another part of you thought back to Jade and how this whole scenario came to be. If he didn’t have some involvement in this, you’d be more surprised than you were now. Even so, it didn’t take long for you to finally harden your resolve and utter a steady, “Alright. Just… take it easy.”

Floyd’s grin grew in size, the sharp lines of his teeth on full display before he pounced right on you. You thought you were about to be in for a rough evening, but upon being forced to lay down, you found that Floyd had slipped a hand behind your head, leaving an effective cushion for you to lean on rather than the hard floor below. Though, that didn’t mean the rest of his ministrations would be gentle. 

Everywhere else he was grasping and pressing against you with his whole body. The moment you had hit the floor, his mouth was practically on the crook of your shoulder, lightly piercing the skin and moaning upon the taste. His breathing was heavy even now, and the rubbing from earlier only increased in weight, turning his languid motions into a full grind. Except this time, he was perfectly positioned between your legs, his cock molding itself against your clothed sex. Despite the layers, it was difficult to miss how utterly hard it was or its discernible size. Your mouth was going dry at just the thought of taking off your clothes and rubbing against each other with bare skin alone.

“Feels good, feels good,” Floyd mumbled with his mouth latched on a different part of your neck, his free hand blindly fumbling for the hem of your shirt; His fingers skirted over your skin once he had managed to find a way under. 

You paused your own moment of pleasure to focus on his expression and the way his eyes were starting to roll back with each grind against your body. If he was feeling things now, you almost didn’t want to know how he’d behave once he had a taste of what you really have to offer.

Emphasis on almost.