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[deveondog]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hello, this is my first time requesting from you. I’ve seen some of your work and I love your writing style. The way you write the twisted wonderland characters is wonderful!

Anyways, I wanted to request a male!reader who’s basically Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries with the Vil Schoenheit. The reader is short—like five foot short… Yet, he’s ‘somehow’ in Pomefiore. Other students on campus who haven’t seen the reader “clean up” nicely are shocked that someone like the reader got into Pomefiore. The only thing they had going for them was their clear skin, but that was it. So imagine their shock when Vil takes the reader to a photoshoot. Not as a standby, but to model with him.(In exchange for “medicine,” Vil promised.) Once the photos get out, the students who bad-mouthed the reader are shocked. Vil is quietly, elegantly smug about it. Meanwhile, the reader is geeking out over some new poison they made.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

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⠀ ⠀ `· .⠀ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦⠀𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯

Des tours avec du poison

(Tricks with poison)

Ft: Vil Schoenheit & Rook Hunt

A/N: Another thing im not versed in but i tried!!! hope i portrayed reader and maomao well lol! i also didnt go into the actual shoot psrt so im sorry if you wanted that!!

cw?: Male reader, so he/him pronouns are used. Reader is also called trickster, and beautiful but in a gender neutral way. Rook watching you for a bit, Platonic, google translated french.. Not beta read

Request?: Yep!! hi little forest anon!!! first anon name yay!!! im so happy :3

You were an odd one, most people agreed. You liked poison for one part. Like more than normal. Perfect for a pomefiore student! So when you were sorted into said dorm, people were less than ecstatic. They thought you were weird from the start in their eyes. It seemed like you didn't even do your daily rituals, the only thing seeming to glow was your face, which was painfully average. And like mentioned, you like poisons too much.. Well more herbs than poisons, but still! You were always so curious about them it was just so weird..

When Vil noticed you is when it all changed. He thought you were a perfect spectacle , to be built and molded. So he watched for a while. Seeing how you interact with the herbs and poisons was fascinating. You were worthy of housewarden title almost.. Maybe after he leaves you will obtain it. Hmm. But watching the way you handle them so delicately and purposely makes him swell with pride at being your housewarden.

Most days you spend lunch in the potionology lab with Mr Crewel. He was snacking on some low calorie crackers, while you were up walking around– examining all the different plants around. Mumbling to yourself as strolled around. You and Crewel were close, he genuinely had never seen a student so enthralled by herbs. Poisons yes but never the basic components of the thing. He wouldn't say he has a favorite pup..but if he did it would totally be you.

Lunch is eventually over, and you move to put everything you did bring out away. Crewel waves you off and you head to your next class. You dreading it profoundly. Why? In this class, there are two people who particularly like to tease you for your particular interest. " 'Ey bane boy, you spend all your time with your only friends again heh!!" Some kids started laughing when you walked into the class. You ignore him as you walk to your seat, before noticing the surrounding area of your desk smelt down right repulsive. You plug your nose instinctively. But after a moment, you unplug your nose, start sniffing the pungent air and say "Silane, also known as SiH4. A compound of silicon and hydrogen, a colorless gas with a repulsive odor –" you wave your hand around as to make your point. "– and it is highly flammable. Igniting spontaneously is air." When you say this you back up and as if on cue, a fire begins. The fire is big and uncontrollable.

You tell everyone to get out of the class and without bating an eye, they all run like scared children. Such amateurs.. You pull your magic pen out and summon a misty water flow and aim it towards the fire. Setting it out slowly over time. Now that thats done with, you go to the door and let everyone know it's safe to come back in. The air is still pungent as they walk back in, some students plugging their noses. Heh, you chuckle to yourself.

Without your knowledge. Someone was watching this go down. Rook, who was watching from a tree smiles brightly, as he goes to report his newest find.

"Roi du Poison! J'ai la most wonderful news!" Rook cheers as he walks into Vil's room that evening. "Well? Do tell Rook." Vil says while he combs his clean hair, listening intently. "Notre filou got into an accident today!!" Vil turns fast, seemingly worried "Non non! Do not worry Roi du Poison! He is all fair and well." Rook laughs as he speaks. Vil visibly grows a grey hair..

"Then what happened Rook? Is he okay?" Vil asks genuinely. "But of course! It was a mishap with some clasmates heh heh! Some other tricksters tried to prank our trickster with some wonderful Silane!" Vil's eyes look like they are about to pop out of their sockets. "Didn't they know that silane is highly flammable when exposed to air. Such idiocy. I surely hope they were not pomefiore students or I will get Riddle to have their heads."

Rook chuckles at Vil's way of caring "Do not fret dear Roi du Poison.. our trickster handled it en toute simplicité !" "Rook you know I cannot fully understand what you are saying correct?"

Rooks smiles and continues, "He handled it very well you see! I watched him smell the air and identify the silane myself! Looks like we have a new threat to your position my dear..heh heh.." Vil smiles, just knowing you identified the gas is enough to tell him you handled the situation perfectly. He still is worried about Rook watching you..

Vil walks gracefully to your shared dorm room, knocks on the door, and waltzes in when one of your dorm mates answers it. "You." he points to you, "I'd like to speak with you about something important." Your dorm mates ask if they should go and he declines saying "Yes preferably. Thank you." You stand up and walk over to Vil. "Yes, housewarden Vil?" He grabs your chin, twisting your head from left to right, seemingly examining you carefully.. "Mhm yes, you will do just perfectly. I would like you to accompany me to a shoot I have next week." You look at him. "A shoot? Are you sure sir? Wouldn't I just be sitting around.." "No no dear.. I want you with me, looking at cameras, posing like a star, on the front page of magazines. You have beautiful features. Let me put them to use." You look at him shocked. The Vil Schoenheit was asking you, a mere nobody, to accompany him to one of his very private and luxurious shoots. You ask him if there is a catch. He delines and says "No catch, just you and your beauty." and you hesitantly accept.

The next week, you're not at school one day. The two boys wondering if they maybe went to far and you had a reaction to the chemical. At least they know that...

That thought remains in their head until one of them gets a notification. It's from one of their friends sending them a link to a magazine article. The boy clicks on it and to his surprise, he sees you on the front cover of one of the top magazines posters in the world. With the Vil Schoenheit behind you. He reads further and finds out what Vil said about you.

"He is such a wonderful student and dorm mate of mine at Night Raven! It is such a delight to have around."

His mouth is left wide open as he finally sees you walk into class late. Smiling to yourself. And in your hands?

A new poison.

A/N: Hihi welcome! hope u enjoyed little forest anon!! i also hope (as mentioned) i did an ok job at portraying reader similar to maomao!! :3

Thanks for reading! <3

[justanothertwstau]

That update was really something huh!

Interesting to see how Jade perceives these two lol, hope you guys like my silly little doodles of dopey Floyd and weepy Azul. :P

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] "Umbrella"

Summary: You hadn’t had the chance to see Malleus for a while due to your busy schedule as of late. But after Malleus suggests that you two briefly hang out in between your classes, despite it practically raining cats and dogs, you won’t let bad weather stop you from your plans to see him!

Warning(s): Porn with plot ngl, Public sex(In a way? Reader and Malleus do it in the Botanical Gardens but no one's there), Munch Malleus.

Side Note(s): This is what listening to Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on repeat does to a mf. Also, there may some *slight* OOC Malleus in here. I’m still not on the Diasomnia book yet *sigh*

You haven’t had the chance to see Malleus lately. It seemed like everything in the universe wanted to keep you away from him suddenly!

If it wasn’t your classes, it was your homework and when Malleus offered to help you with your homework, you were all of a sudden whisked away to do busy work for Crowley. If those two options didn’t come in your path then you were tired from rushing around campus all day, sitting through lecture after lecture and the toll of being in an unfamiliar world taking it’s toll on you! Sure, the amount was dwindling by the day as you began to forget what your old life used to be like but, you still thought about home here and there.

But in the face of Malleus? Not to mention, the idea of leaving him-

The idea of returning became less and less appealing.

“Class dismissed, pups!” Crewel shouted as soon as the bell had rung, loudly signaling that class was over for the day. You wiped the sweat from your brow, fanning your face too for good measure as the experiment you had to perform with Grim dealt with a ton of fire magic. You were certain that you were going to smell like smoke and flames for weeks on end after this! And yet, once you had packed your things and turned down the long hallway out of the classroom…your day was immediately brightened, all by spotting a familiar set of horns up ahead.

You called out “Malleus!” With a bright grin, as if all the tiredness had left your body in a single instance.

The pair of horns stopped moving, moving left and right before stilling to look straight ahead as you pushed and wormed your way through the crowd before you were standing in front of your boyfriend. He looked as princely and perfect as ever it seemed, even though it was the middle of the day, it seemed that nothing could get even a single hair to get out of place!

“Y/N.” Malleus said your name with such softness that it made your heart swoon and make your mind suddenly feel as if it had been dropped onto a bed of clouds. “How have you been? It’s been-“

“A while,” You finished for him as your face began to flush red. “I…I’m not avoiding you! I-I hope you don’t see it that way.”

The Briar prince then placed a hand on your head, a silent way of comforting you before he slowly shook your head. “I am grateful that you merely wish to be in my presence, nothing could make me think you’re avoiding me.” He said. “And besides, even if such a thing were the case. I would talk to you first.” Malleus then looked around him to see that the crowds of passing periods had mostly died down to nothing but a few late stragglers here and there, as much as he wanted to continue talking to you…stop time right this instance if it meant that he would remain in your presence for but a second longer…he knew that you were busy. Especially seeing as your magic wasn’t your own and you relied on another for it.

"Are you free to spend time together this afternoon? I want to see you." His words practically flew out of his mouth before he could fully think about what he was asking of you. Suddenly, he worried that you would decline, that you would be busy around lunchtime or that you had already made plans around that time! He tried telling himself that the rejection was fine, that you had your own hobbies and friends to tend to but—

"O-Of course!" You responded excitedly, sweeping away his thoughts in a heartbeat as you practically glowed with excitement. Not a single answer that was along the lines of 'no' ever dared to cross your mind as you nearly jumped up and down like an excited toddler. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Near Ramshackle," He said with a soft smile. "There's no pressure, of course, I just...really want to see you, we've barely had any time to ourselves these days. Especially without interruption." You couldn't have agreed more as ideas of what the both of you would do during your afternoon date floated around in your head, all before you placed a kiss on Malleus' cheek. "It's a date then." You nearly burst into flames when Malleus responded via kissing you on the lips, a chaste and fleeting gesture but filled with enough passion and love to power a dozen suns.

"I look forward to our date then."

. . .

When you heard the thunder, you thought the world itself was trying to play some cruel trick on you. When it was close to your last class ending, you desperately tricked and told yourself that it was just your imagination! After all, no one else in the class even thought to react to the sound of an oncoming rainstorm much less your teacher! But...the second the bell had rung and you had stepped out of the building...the sight of rain practically pouring down from the heavens as if someone up there had tipped over a bucket, disappointment and annoyance filled your entire body in a rush. You were looking forward to your date, you didn't want a single thing to take away the possibility of you being able to hang out with your boyfriend after so long.

So, with a strike of determination all of a sudden, you pulled your backpack over your head and began to run as fast as you could through the rain. Yet, with the rain coming down so hard, the ground started to become slippery, your vision becoming blurrier and blurrier by the second it seemed while your backpack was starting to become drenched, all before...you found yourself standing in the middle of the rain, the mist fogging up the distance ahead of you without leaving a single clue as to where you were supposed to turn next.

"Shit..." You cursed to yourself quietly. You almost had a mind to tear up, all you wanted was a peaceful impromptu date! And yet—you gasped when you felt a warm force gently tug you somewhere out of the pouring rain. Before you knew it, your feet were no longer standing on a cobblestone path but soft grass, and eventually...shelter. The smell of flowers and all types of magical herbs entered your nostrils, combined with the misty scent due to the rain, it made for a pleasant yet crisp scent. Eventually, however, you took your backpack from above your head to drop it next to your feet. "Malleus?" You looked over to see him peacefully sitting on one of the benches, smiling as if he hadn't done a single thing.

He gently chuckled as he rose from his seat to walk over to you. "You're drenched, my love." You sighed, embarrassed. "The rain came out of nowhere..." You mumbled.

He nodded his head, doing his best to dry you off with his magic until his eyes widened at your shirt practically being see-through. He cleared his throat and looked away, the sight of his embarrassed expression confusing you for only a brief moment until you blushed yourself and quickly covered yourself as best you could. "S-Sorry..." You mumbled. "Maybe it would have been better to have postponed this—"

"No." He interrupted you. "...I wouldn't want to go any longer without seeing you, but...I didn't mean for you to risk getting sick, having your clothes ruined because of me."

You immediately took his face into your hands, huffing in annoyance. "Don't say that! I'd run through a million rainstorms if it meant that I'd get to see you in the end!" The both of you stared at each other for a long while, basking in each other's presence whilst Malleus basked in the sight of love swimming around in your eyes. He could hardly contain himself from kissing you silly as his hands came to rest on your hips, yet, as his eyes steadily traveled from your gaze and eventually rested on your slightly exposed breasts...a slow exhale left his lips as a familiar warmth started to travel through his being.

Yet, he tried to remain respectful of the fact that you may have been cold. "Forgive me," He looked away from your chest. "We need to get you a change of clothes, you...must be cold, right?" When you felt his grip around your waist tighten, your hands traveled from his face to rest on his shoulders as a smirk steadily crept onto your lips.

"Why don't you warm me up? We're alone." Your sex throbbed at the sight of Malleus' eyes beginning to darken with lust when you tugged him closer to you, feeling the tent in his pants against your stomach. "Are you sure?" He asked, searching for any signs of hesitancy in your eyes before you nodded your head eagerly.

"Please."

He could hardly wait for another second as his lips suddenly smashed against your own, weeks of unbridled passion and longing contained in each breathless moan that left his lips, his hands grabbing at every part of your skin as he struggled not to simply tear through your clothing in order to get to your skin even sooner. "My love..." He moaned. His hands flew to the buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning them with skill and precision before he was graced by the sight of your skin. Like a dog suddenly introduced to a slab of meat, his mouth watered at the sight, almost struggling to figure out which part of your skin he wanted to kiss first until he finally decided on the valley between your breasts.

"M-Malleus—!" You grabbed at his hair when his head suddenly dived down to begin peppering kisses along your breasts, his sharp nails leaving goosebumps in their wake as they teasingly trailed up the sides of your body and eventually to the clasp of your bra. "So pretty, my love." He praised, accentuating each word with a kiss to your chest until he latched onto one of your nipples. The feeling of his long tongue rolling around your nipple made your cunt clench around nothing, slick beginning to pool in the center of your panties before beginning to leak down your thighs. "Malleus..." You continued to whine his name like a prayer as he continued to suck and lightly bite at your nipple, sinfully lewd groans mixed with soft moans and gasps leaving your boyfriend's lips as he looked up at you as if you held the entire world in your grasp.

You wanted nothing more than to sit on his cock, ride him all in an effort to hear more of his delicious noise but...he was nothing if not attentive to your needs first and foremost before his own.

"Please..." You whispered as you found enough strength to weakly move one of your hands from Malleus' hair and to his hair. He groaned at the contact as you gently tugged him from your chest. "D-Down there..." He smirked at your shyness to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to your cunt. Another time, he'd tease you and urge you to tell him exactly what you wanted to ensure your utmost pleasure, yet...as he began to see the rain begin to steadily let up. He knew he'd have to hurry things along.

"So needy~" He purred. Slowly, Malleus lowered himself to a crouch, the feeling of his warm breath on your clothed pussy as he gently lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder making you lick your lips in anticipation. His hands slipped down your sides, eventually coming to rest themselves on your thighs before his fingers found their way underneath your skirt. You were practically dripping, the arousing sight making the prince almost wish that the rain would last forever if it meant that he'd have a chance to sink himself into your heat. Yet, he was willing to take whatever he could get— "You don't have to stare..." Your embarrassed murmur tore him from his perverted thoughts, causing him to chuckle in response.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, my dear—" His finger slowly moved your soaked underwear to the side, strings of your glistening slick still connecting you to your panties while more oozed out from your twitching sex. "—we've done this countless times before, haven't we?" Before you could answer, you felt Malleus' thumb begin to gently rub circles onto your clit before he started to teasingly kiss and lick at your sex, stealing your breath right from your lungs as you struggled to keep yourself standing upright. His grip on your thighs tightened as his soft lips wrapped around your bud, his tongue beginning to flick it and rub it in circles.

Never once did his eyes leave your own as Malleus ate you out, one of your hands continuing to massage your boob while another slowly traveled to softly pet at Malleus' head before coming to grip at one of his horns. He grunted into your cunt, the vibration making you buck into his mouth before...the sight of his hand beginning to travel to free his cock from his pants nearly made you cum right then and there. Malleus felt like a pervert, fisting his cock while he ate you out like a man starved but he couldn't help it! You tasted soooo good and your attempts to keep yourself quiet but ultimately failing only made more pre-cum drip down from his cock and onto the grass below.

"You're dripping, my love, does my mouth feel that good?" You nodded your head, the telltale sign of your orgasm beginning to approach shown in the way that your eyes began to fog over and your thighs began to twitch. He then pushed one his slender fingers into your sex before curling up, finding your g-spot with ease and making you buck even more. Malleus smirk, wrapping his lips around your bud once more to work in tandem with his fingers. "Fuck..." You moaned. "Malleus—"

"I know, my love, I know." He whispered against your cunt, his voice soft and full of lust as he increased the movements of his fingers as he sucked your clit even harder. You were only able to moan and whine as your body shook with pleasure, lewd squelching and groaning coming from between your thighs as Malleus both worked to bring you to your high as well as continue to pleasure himself, slick noises emitting from his fist as he fucked his hand even faster. "M-Malleus...I'm gonna—c-cumming—" Malleus nodded between your legs, quickening his pace as he pressed his face even deeper into your cunt. Your grip on his horn tightened, making him moan as you came with a silent scream.

Your back arched as Malleus continued to eat you out, the slight pains of overstimulation making you whine as he continued to fist his cock, his moans vibrating against your clit before he suddenly stilled, releasing your clit with a lewd 'pop' as he hissed and whined out your name. The both of you stood there for a while longer, letting yourselves fall back down to earth from your orgasms until...the feeling of Malleus pressing a kiss to your thigh and slowly taking your leg from his thigh snapped you from your hazy brain.

Then, the prince chuckled as he adjusted himself back into his pants, standing back up and quickly wrapping an arm around your back to steady you. "Look, the rain stopped."

[kefiteria]

Denial: As If It Were a Choice

Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

tags: fluff, inspired by azul 2024 bday card voiceline

summary: Azul was in complete denial. Your genuine interest and honesty about pursuing him romantically left him utterly confused. A date at the local fair? This had to be some kind of love scam—or worse, an elaborate mlm scheme. Right?

“How wonderful love is. It creates so many problems for folks that they have to come to someone like ME for help.”

Hypocrisy at its finest. Even Daedalus, the master craftsman, would laugh himself into the sun at the tangled mess Azul had just stepped into. Even Orpheus, after failing to retrieve Eurydice, would pat Azul on the back and say, “That’s rough, buddy.”

Because he, Azul Ashengrotto, was supposed to be the schemer. The one who spotted every loophole, exploited every weakness, and ensured that no deal was ever made against his favor.

And yet—

“You’re working hard as always, Azul!”

Azul flinched. He had been so engrossed in reviewing contracts that he hadn’t even noticed you enter.

“How did you—? Who let you—? How did you get in here?!” he snapped, immediately sitting up straight.

“Oh! Jade said I could just enter.” you replied, smiling like you hadn't just shattered every security protocol Azul had in place.

Feeling the betrayal seep into his bones, he knew those damn eels had sold him out. But before he could even begin plotting revenge, you spoke again—

Completely derailed his entire existence.

“I'm pursuing you!”

Azul instantly short-circuited. His brain did the mental equivalent of a blue screen.

“You’re WHAT?!”

“Romantically!” You clasped your hands together, beaming like this was normal human behavior. “That’s why I’m inviting you to the fair this weekend. Oh! They have fried chicken, by the way! I know you like it.”

Azul’s eye twitched violently. What— what was this?

A love scam? An elaborate multi-level marketing scheme? Some previously undiscovered pyramid scheme where he was the target instead of the orchestrator?!

No—NO. That wasn’t possible. He would have noticed the signs. The recruitment tactics. The suspiciously friendly invitations.

… Wait.

Was this one of those forbidden love spells he had always been so careful to avoid?!

Or worse.

Had someone abused a loophole in a contract he hadn’t accounted for?

His hands flew to his coat, patting his pockets as if a cursed contract would fall out. Did someone sell his own heart to this absolute menace in front of him?!

Is this how it feels to be scammed! IS THIS HOW HIS CLIENTS FELT?! Azul folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at you like you had just offered him a fraudulent stock investment.

“What’s your angle?” he demanded.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“This—” He waved a hand wildly between the two of you. “—This business transaction—!”

“Confession.”

“—This confession transaction—”

“Just confession.”

“—This blatant attempt at fraud—!”

You tilted your head. “It’s not fraud? I just like you. That’s it!”

He now felt something deep within his soul fracture.

“You’re too honest.” he muttered, rubbing his temple as if trying to ward off the migraine of the century.

“Yep!” You nodded enthusiastically. “Gotta make a good foundation, y’know?”

Azul’s soul nearly exited his body. A good foundation.

A GOOD FOUNDATION.

WHAT WAS THIS, A BUSINESS MERGER?!

WHAT SORT OF ADVANCED EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION TECHNIQUE WAS THIS?!?!

“This isn't how romance works.” Azul hissed, as if saying it aloud would somehow reverse time. “Where’s the fine print? The hidden agenda? The careful deception?!”

You blinked. “Oh! I mean, consent is cool! And so are choices! You can totally reject the date if you don’t want to. No pressure! Just lemme know once you’re done thinking, okay?”

“Done thinking—” He exhaled sharply, gripping his desk as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. “You—you expect me to think about this?!”

“Well, yeah! Big decisions need proper thinking time!”

BIG DECISIONS.

Azul can feel a second overblot forming, all from this nonsense.

You gave him a cheerful little wave. “Alright, see you tomorrow, Azul! Take your time!”

He sat there, paralyzed, as you exited like you hadn’t just tossed his entire worldview into some deepest trench. This had to be some kind of conspiracy. It had to be.

There was no way someone would just walk into his office, declare their romantic pursuit, and leave. So he just stared at the contract on his desk. The ink had smudged from how hard he had been gripping his pen.

His hand was shaking because the horrifying, gut-wrenching truth was—

You were being completely serious.

Azul had absolutely not come to this fair for a date.

Absolutely. Not.

This was market research. Yes, that’s all it was. He was simply here to observe seasonal trends, analyze consumer behavior, and assess potential menu additions for the Mostro Lounge.

The fact that you had invited him was purely incidental. The fact that he had dressed well was merely a reflection of his natural sophistication. The fact that he had spent far too long thinking about what to say to you was… irrelevant.

This was a professional outing. Nothing more.

At least, that was what he kept repeating to himself, right until the moment he saw you waving at him, beaming with an enthusiasm so bright it made him squint.

“Azul! You really came!”

Your excitement was unreasonably infectious, and before he could even formulate a proper response, you were already standing in front of him, looking genuinely happy to see him. He cleared his throat, adjusting his gloves as if the motion alone could help him regain his composure.

“I had business to attend to.” he said smoothly.

You raised your eyebrow, questioning his reply. “At a fair?”

“Yes.” he replied without hesitation. “As an entrepreneur, it's only natural to study popular market trends and analyze consumer interests.”

“Right, right, of course.” you nodded, completely unfazed. “Well, thank you for accepting my invitation!”

Azul froze like those fishes in the mostro lounge freezer in the kitchen. No. No, no, no—

He had, in fact, accepted your invitation. Which, by definition, meant— THIS WAS A DATE.

A headache bloomed in his temples as realization hit him like a tidal wave. He had been so focused on maintaining a logical excuse for being here that he had overlooked the most crucial detail: he had willingly agreed to spend time with you outside any contractual obligation.

This wasn’t a negotiation. This wasn’t a business meeting. There was no deal to be made.

So why was he here?

His thoughts were spiraling so quickly that he barely noticed you taking his hand and tugging him forward. “Come on! No pressure, let's just walk around and enjoy the fair, okay?”

No pressure? No pressure?! Azul wanted to scream. What kind of business tactic was this? You were just walking in, completely unarmed, with no ulterior motives? What kind of hidden agenda was this?

He had spent years mastering the art of deception, yet here you were, casually obliterating his defenses with nothing but pure, unfiltered sincerity. It was unnatural. Suspicious, even.

The fair was lively, bustling with chatter and laughter, but Azul was beginning to wonder if he had made a critical mistake in coming along. Everything had been manageable so far—mildly inconvenient, sure, but manageable—until you suddenly stopped in your tracks, eyes lighting up like you had just found buried treasure.

“Oh! A mushroom stall!”

Azul’s stomach dropped.

You practically skipped over, marveling at the selection of freshly foraged mushrooms, mushroom skewers, mushroom pies, and— Azul's blood ran cold—wild mushroom soup.

Why? Why did it have to be mushrooms?

Of all things, why did it have to be Jade’s most beloved fungi, the very ingredient Azul and Floyd had fought so hard to exile from the Monstro Lounge?

Before he could even think of an escape route, you turned to him, eyes shining.

“Want to try?”

Azul had never regretted a decision faster in his entire life.

Mushrooms. He hated mushrooms.

Not just in a casual, mild dislike way—no. This was a deep-rooted, visceral loathing forged from years of being subjected to Jade’s endless, borderline cultish enthusiasm for fungi.

Jade had force-fed him so many varieties, ranted about textures, aroma, umami, and gods-knew-what-else that Azul had developed a knee-jerk reaction to the mere sight of mushrooms. It was to the point that he had banned them from the Monstro Lounge entirely.

So when you enthusiastically ordered a bowl of mushroom soup, took a careful sip, but— your damn smile. Blasphemy!

Not just any smile. That smile. The one that made Azul’s mind go blank for a second too long, the one that messed with his judgment in ways he refused to acknowledge.

He should’ve just said no. He should’ve walked away.

Instead—

“Right…" Azul found himself saying. WHY? WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS.

You beamed at him like he had just agreed to some sacred pact of mushroom enlightenment. “See! It’s amazing, right? Fresh mushrooms have a way better depth of flavor!"

No. He did not see. There was no flavor except suffering.

Though somehow, Azul was now holding a spoon.

He stared at the soup like it contained his entire downfall. The rich, earthy scent mocked him, reminding him of every terrible mushroom-related experience Jade had ever inflicted upon him.

With the grace of a man walking to his execution, Azul lifted the spoon to his lips and took a sip.

… It was tolerable. Barely.

But before he could think better of it, before he could stop himself from digging his own grave even deeper—

“It’s good.” he said. Lies. Deception. Betrayal—his own betrayal.

And then, Jade’s voice echoed in his head.

“Oh? It seems you’re finally appreciating mushrooms, Azul. How delightful.”

A chill ran down his spine. He nearly dropped the spoon. He had to get out of here and need a palate cleanser after this.

As the two of you continued strolling, who had been quietly observing—suddenly tilted your head. “Are you tired from all that walking? I think merfolk might feel slightly weird after walking too much on two legs.”

This was an ambush!

He immediately straightened his posture, adjusting his glasses with practiced ease. “A businessman must always be prepared to handle different environments. This is hardly enough to affect me.”

Before you could press further, he quickly redirected the conversation by gesturing toward a woodcarver’s stall. “Look at that craftsmanship. A fine display of artisanal skill.”

Your attention shifted as you spotted a pair of octopus-shaped keychains carved from driftwood, complete with tiny pearls embedded in their tentacles. Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you grabbed them. “Azul! Matching keychains!”

Azul internally winced. How many times had he convinced love struck customers to buy exactly this kind of sentimental nonsense at Mostro Lounge? This was an absurdly cliché romantic gesture.

Nevertheless, his fingers moved on their own, smoothly retrieving his wallet and paying for them before he even processed what he was doing. “Wait. What?”

Why did he do that so naturally? Where was his resistance? This was a scam. A love scam. Brand new tactics!

Meanwhile, you simply smiled brightly at him. “Now we match! Thanks, Azul!”

Azul sighed, rubbing his temple. Too late to back out now.

To make matters worse, you suddenly turned toward a food stall and, without hesitation, bought a portion of fried chicken—with your own money. You returned with an eager grin, handing him a bag. “Here! Since I mentioned this when I invited you, it’d be unfair if I didn’t fulfil it!”

His pride was hurting. Both as a businessman and as a man in general. He was the one who should be paying. He was always the one in control of deals. Yet, here you were, giving him something so happily, without any ulterior motive.

“… Thank you.” he said, taking a bite. “Damn it, it was delicious.” he thought to himself.

The next stop was an exotic animal stall, where vibrant birds, fluffy rodents, and even small reptiles were displayed. Azul found himself absentmindedly discussing the market value of rare creatures.

“These birds—while striking—are often smuggled illegally, making them highly valuable in underground auctions.” he remarked, adjusting his glasses. “Of course, with the right contacts, their worth could—”

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed your expression. You were simply chuckling, utterly amused.

“What?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“You sound like a merchant debating rare treasure, but you mean well.” you replied with a knowing smile. “It’s kind of charming.”

Azul felt his face heat up. This was dangerous. This definitely a scam. A perfectly crafted, terrifyingly effective love scam. And the worst part? He had willingly walked into it.

As time passes, the sky had begun its slow descent into dusk, painting the fairgrounds in warm hues of gold and violet. Lanterns flickered to life, their soft glow reflecting in Azul’s glasses as he found himself still by your side, a realization that should have alarmed him more than it did.

You turned to him, expression bright despite the long day. “Did you have fun today?”

Fun? That wasn’t something he usually factored into his outings. Business, market research, calculated investments—those were justifications. But fun? He was supposed to be scrutinizing every stall, noting trends, mentally categorizing what could benefit Mostro Lounge.

Hypocrisy shines through, here he was, hands full of a wooden keychain, the lingering taste of fried chicken on his tongue, and an entire afternoon that had somehow slipped away.

Before he could even conjure up a proper response, you smiled, cutting through his internal debate with infuriating ease. “Thank you for spending time with me! I appreciate it a lot. Can I invite you again?”

Azul’s breath hitched? No, perhaps hyperventilating at this point. His instinct screamed at him to analyze, to look for the loophole, the hidden terms of this ‘invitation.’

But his mind betrayed him, replaying the way you had laughed at his muttered grumbling over mushrooms, the way you had beamed when handing him the fried chicken, the way you had listened—actually listened—to his ramblings about exotic animals instead of brushing them off.

He should have walked away. He should have redirected, refused, twisted the situation in his favor.

Instead, he exhaled slowly, adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

“... No.”

The way your face faltered for a second almost made him smirk. Almost.

“Come to Mostro Lounge next Tuesday.” he continued, clearing his throat. “11 PM, after closing.” His fingers ghosted over the keychain you had chosen for him. A ridiculous, hand-carved octopus that he had somehow ended up paying for. “It’s… late for dinner, but I want it to be just us.”

It wasn’t an agreement. It wasn’t an answer for the confession. Just yet.

But the way your eyes lit up made him feel like he had already lost.

[tummyisyummy]

Yall like twisted wonderland

[amourluvie]

Thinking about malewife! riddle . . . ( Might be ooc )

❤︎ he's the most picture perfect malewife ever, whenever people think of a great companion their minds almost immediately get painted by the scenery of riddle's face—and often fawn over how hardworking he is and how lucky his spouse (you obviously.) is.

❤︎ riddle will always have warm meals prepared by the time you come back home from work.

❤︎ riddle takes chores very seriously. so it's not a suprise that the house always remains spotless without even a speck of dust—about the dishes? Perfectly organised and lined up together.they are sparkling even.

❤︎ when you get sick? God forbid you even think of leaving the bed—riddle will literally have your head for that! first you overworked yourself ( despite his pleas that you shouldn't have gone too hard on yourself like that ) and got sick now you want to get even worse? absolutely, utterly not!

❤︎ he will have you lay down on the bed,a fluffy blanket over your body as he checked the thermometer — concern glimmering in his eyes as he checks the temperature on it.

❤︎ after that he would make you some warm soup to soothe you from the inside and out. What? Your not hungry? not having appetite is a major sign of illness! not eating anything will only worsen it. Now eat up.

❤︎ enough of the being sick stuff! riddle often displays his affection through his gestures—since hes not that good with words ( blame his mother for that ) — such as holding your hair while you eat so that it doesn't get in your face, softly caressing your cheek with the pale tips of his fingers—and when his hands brushes yours before interwining his fingers with yours—suprising you by then kissing the back of your palm—a small smile plastered on his face. Sevens. This man literally made you feel like a princess with how he treats you.

❤︎ riddle's baking skills are no joke either—as he carefully curated the recipes on his own ever since he was in nrc—you chuckle sometimes thinking that back then,he didn't even know what technically seasoning was! And now you can proudly say that hes has more than improved and completely perfected the ideals of baking.

❤︎ tasting riddle's sweets feels almost forbidden due to how heavenly they taste. Delicate sweetness exuding in each and every bite. No wonder riddle does not give you too many of them—because he knows you have no self control and will end up eating way too much. Which will certainly affect your health!

[banana-can-do-art]

Again idk how canon the manga anthology is but Riddle’s OCD really does show in some of these mini comics. I like that this one shows how he’s improving though. Sure at the beginning of it he’s obsessing over being about to break a rule and being unable to complete his compulsion, but then Trey refocuses him with the sweets. This calms him down enough to think rationally enough to have that little panel where he says that he’ll buy the sugar cubes later. Which by the way, delaying OCD compulsions until later is actually a strategy that people with the disorder use as an exposure. I think it’s a nice character moment for Riddle and also supports my OCD headcanon agenda. Of course then later in this comic Grim comes and steals his sweets and then Riddle takes his head but hey, it was nice while it lasted. And that still doesn’t really take away from this, cause it’s not like taking Grim’s head was the compulsion, he was just pissed. And fair enough, I would be too, stop stealing people’s food, Grim! Not nice! Bad weasel!

[twistedmionn]

I found an old list of TWST names according to Google Translate 💀💀

Tag yourself I'm Hard Hammer, housewarden of the beautiful dorm "Blood"

[a-998h]

Yandere ruggie headcanon maybe :3

I love Ruggie so much! He's my favorite Savannahclaw member! I also love this gif so much!

Is a manipulative, stalker, obsessive, possessive type of yandere

Real world Spotted Hyenas are somewhat nocturnal, meaning if he can't stalk you during the day he will be stalking you through the windows of Ramshackle

When he isn’t stuck with Leona he will be keeping an eye on you

Hangs around you under the guise of needing help doing chores for the dorm or Leona

If you think you can out run him, just be aware that male Soptted Hyenas can run up to 37 MPH/ 60 KPH

Now does this work with Ruggie having a human like body... you really don't want to find out

Also if you try to leave him he with use Laugh With Me on you

He'll also use it on anyone he thinks is getting to close

He's a jack of all trades so he has the skills to make people afraid to come near you or straight up disappear

Due to his background he didn't have much so he's not sharing you with anyone

Because his background makes him willing to eat anything I feel like he is paranoid about you eating well and enough

Cooks for you a lot, only for you though

Will also use his connections to Leona to keep people away if he needs to

Might share his donuts with you

Cuddles, he is a cuddly hyena

Makes you wear his bandana, vest, shirt, or rubs against you to scent mark you so people stay away

Will use manipulation to get you to stay with him

I feel like is is not above using his sad backstory to make you feel back for him so you stay with him

Has many male wife traits while is the dominant one in the relationship

Bites you all over and I do mean EVERYWHERE!

Uses the fact that you're less studry than him to his advantage

Has a thing for chasing you down like your prey

A bit rough but well meaning

Has no issue tying you up and keeping you in his room at Night Raven

[enatopiaa]

(2/5) he’s gotten ptsd from Riddle that he forgets he’s literally the housewarden LOLL

[silverryuan]

Okay, so about Chapter 7...

Remember the brief introduction of the characters from when you at the start of the game?

I kept wondering why you have to choose whose hand are you going to take from the mirror at the beginning of the prologue before getting isekai'd to Twisted Wonderland...

Then a theory popped in my head. What if...

The same character's hand that you chose to take from the beginning is the same character that's gonna save you from Malleus or Overblotted Grim or when you yourself Overblots.

[deveondog]

HIII I read some of your fics and I am proud to say I will not jump and giggle everytime you post. You've gained a very excited fan!! :p

Okay ahem ahem, may I perchance request a fic with male!reader and Jalim, where the reader is really friendly and just looks kind, but then when it comes to music his taste does a COMPLETE 180° and it's either straight up metal / rock music, or it's songs with some rather unsettling themes (i.e mind brand, the lost child and the fox spirit and insert like nearly every other Vocaloid song) okay bye please don't turn into confetti!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Metal taste

ft: Kalim al-Asim & Jamil Viper

A/N: Didnt know if u wanted this romantic or platonic sorhis is a more friendly platonic fic, so i apologize if u wanted romantic!! i hope everything looks ok..

cw?: Male reader. So he/him pronouns are used!

Reader is not Yuu, its really slow paced and doesn't go a-lot into the Jamil until the end ish, i forgot i was writing for him until halfway so im really sorry!! so its a bit rushed

Request?: Yep!!! thanks for sending this in anon! and dont worry!! i haven't turned into confetti ye– ouch! hey.. hey!! AHH—🎉

You were a nice guy most people thought, always offering to help with homework, cleaning up after lunch and so on. A kind soul. So it's safe to say you got along with Kalim– housewarden of Scarabia– pretty well! You and him were like two peas in a pod it seemed. Everyone was either super happy or annoyed when you two came around, depending on Kalims energy levels that day.

You two were currently chatting it up in Scarabias lounge. Saying whatever was on your minds that day. "Oh Oh!!!! Today we played a new song in the light music club!! It was something Lilia recommended!" "Ooooh do tell Kalim!!" Kalim nodded and continued– "It was something that was kind of eerie and spooky but it sounded so awesome! Like it tickled my bone in just the right ways...!" He frantically searched for his phone before remembering- "Oh crap! Jammmill!!" Kalim whines, making Jamil look up from his homework while cocking an eyebrow. "I think i left my phone in the classroom! Can we go get it? I wanna show him the song we played today!"

Jamil started getting up but then you interrupted with, "Its alright for now, we can go get it later, besides it will be a distraction when we start doing homework. Here, just my phone Kalim!" Kalim nods fast and grabs your phone when you hand it to him. "Whats your password!!!!" "Oh sevens give it back to me you big baby." You say as you glance back to Jamil, seeing he's eyeing you. Ooookay then..

Once your password is in, you go to open the music app you have and search the song. Kalim grabs your phone before you can even get to the search bar and aggressively starts tagging on your phone screen. "Careful Kalim!" You tease "Dont wanna break my phone now do you?" "Well even if I do, I can just buy you one hundred more!!!" He's so happy to have you around, Jamil thinks it's ok to let his guard down a little bit. Kalim finishes searching the song. Then looks even more happy if thats even possible. "Hey it says you've liked the song already!!! I didn't know you liked this type of music!" Kalim looks at you with wide eyes and smiles happily. Jamil is now looking concerned. Just what is this music..

Kalim plays the song and turns up your phone to max volume, for the ultimate affect! Jamil has to cover his ears because its so loud. But he sees you and Kalim banging your heads the the rhythm, and then when the vocals come on? On sevens save Jamils sour soul.. It sounds like the most demonic thing ever is Jamils eyes.. ears? But it does sound good. He cant deny that. He slowly uncovers his ears and hears you and Kalim singing to the music. As he listens he actually is able ti start and hear the lyrics behind the dark snd strangled vocals. And the lyrics sound.. relatable.. realistic and harsh. They hit his soul in a way music hasn't before.

The song ends and you and Kalim are gasping for air. "No I– love that songg!! Haah.. Its been in my like for- awhile.." You say, catching your breath. "Lilia just showed it to me and Cater today!! It sounds awesome! I think i might start listening ti this artist more!" Kalim shouts, seemingly having caught his breath already? You continue to heave for a bit before composing yourself and looking at Jamil. He is awestruck. His eyes wide and glossy. "Jami, you okay man?" Jamil stares.. then blinks.. the coughs and composes himself. "Yes yes.. I am okay dont worry hek" He coughs again, hoping you wont notice the slip up.

You eye him for a moment more before going back to Kalim, who started rambling again about the type of music hes getting into.

Soon enough, homework is somehow done and you're getting reader to leave back to your dorm. Kalim waves you off with Jamil behind him. Looking at the ground like it's the most interesting thing since magic.

You hear Kalim walking back to the dorm when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and see Jamil with his head deep in his hoodie. Eyes peeking out from at you. "Uhm hey.." This is awkward... "Hi Jamil.. Do you need something? Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression of me." "No no it's not that uh, it's actually umhhh.." He squirms. Like hes not used to asking people things which is odd for him.. Eh.. "What was that songs name.." He finally gets out. You blink, and he sinks deeper into his hoodie. "Oh! Of course sorry! I can send you the link if you want, its kind of hard to spell.. Whats your number?" Jamil looks at you unexpectedly, and pulls out his phone for you. He should be more weary than this.. why is he just giving this to you so easy.. You insert your number into his phone and then send the song to him. He thanks you and then walks back to Scarabia. But before you can go you hear– "Thanks.." you smile back at him and continue on through the mirror.

Its been a couple weeks and you and Jamil have been sharing songs you like together. He was shocked at first, someone like you– so bright and kind, liking such brutal metal music. Then, he got used to it. No one is as they seem. Hell, Kalim isn't all sunshine and rainbows he knows it, but it still catches him off guard sometimes when you send him such an unsettling song..

Safe to now saw, you are friends with Scarabias house and vice housewarden. One for matching energy. And the other for matching music taste.

And, you could have sworn you saw Jamil with a hoodie to your favorite band....

A/N: Hi welcome!!! Might make a part 2 with a romance aspect! i like this trope between reader and jamil actually so yeah!! dont hold me two it though...

Thanks for reading! <3

[raguiras]

Join "Ramshackle Isn't on Fire (Yet)"!

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In this timeline, there isn't one Yuu — no, there are MANY, and as a result, things never get boring at Ramshackle...

Applications open!

All about my Twisted Wonderland fan project under the cut!

First off, who am I?

I'm Mionn, a TWST-obsessed artist who recently started posting art here and is planning to make a ton of Twisted Wonderland content in the future.

Said content is going to include a fair share of comics and OC content, which is why I came up with this project.

I also have a meme blog, @twistedmionn, and a blog devoted to my Deuce x Allen ship, @spade-of-storms.

I love hosting projects, and I hope this will be enjoyable for everyone who decides to join!

What is the purpose of the project?

connecting with others in the fandom & making friends

sharing your own OCs and discovering the ones of other members

fun shenanigans with canons & OCs

developing OC relationships

I'm planning to make short comics based on this project, so your OC will occasionally appear in them!

there's going to be a Tumblr blog where I reblog content involving the OCs participating in the project (= serves as a "library" for the OCs)

What exactly is going to be done?

I'm going to make occasional short comics involving the OCs from the project, and they might also make cameos in my usual art.

Outside of that, this project is meant for making friends with fellow OC havers or strengthening already existing friendships! You can also build relationships between your OCs and the ones made by other members.

Additionally, we're going to have a Discord server that allows members to freely ramble about TWST and our OCs. If you don't have Discord, that's totally fine as well!

How do I join? What do I have to do?

It's easy! Send me a DM asking me to join the project and submit all the OCs you want to be a part of it. We will work on further important details then!

Who can join?

Anyone who isn't a proshipper/racist/anti-LGBTQ+.

If I join, do I have to draw/write/do anything for this project?

Unless you want to, not at all! It's meant to be a fun project, not a duty.

Does this project involve roleplay?

No! However, we will have an optional roleplay channel in the Discord server.

Do I need Discord to join the project?

It's preferred, but not necessary in the slightest!

Is there anything monetary about this project?

Nope! It's entirely for shits and giggles.

Can I submit Yuu/Ramshackle OCs only?

While the project is going to focus on the Yuus/Ramshackle students, all types of OCs (except for fandorm ones) are welcome!

How many of my OCs can be included?

As many as you want to.

Is there anything else of note? What's the plot?

Since there are going to be multiple Yuus, Ramshackle doesn't have an official prefect in this project.

None of the Yuus presently know why they're in TWST or what their purpose is.

Are there going to be ships canon to this project?

Yes, and they're actually fairly relevant!

Unless the owners of two OCs decide on making a poly ship, only one OC x canon ship is allowed per canon character.

For the sake of fairness, please submit one OC x canon ship only (maybe your Yumeship/the one that matters the most to you).

OC x OC ships are allowed!

OC x faculty ships are allowed as long as the OC is of age!

OC x side character ships are allowed, too.

Official OC x canon list

Riddle x Grace (@/cyn-write)

Ace x Ashi (@/ashipiko)

Deuce x Allen (@/raguiras / me)

Trey x Haru (@/vanrouge13)

Cater x Vizzie (@/symphonicmetal101)

Leona x Yuuta (@/bunnwich)

Ruggie x Ivy (@/cherrytreegrove)

Jack x Kiyuu (@/skriblee-ksk)

Azul x Taru (@/taruruchi)

Floyd x Yuhua (@/distant-velleity)

Jade x Celes (@/celestelunia)

Kalim x Spider (@/driedupeyeballs)

Jamil x Yulla (@/grimmxelor)

Vil x Bram (@/valy-gc)

Rook x Soleil (@/nyx-of-night)

Epel x Yuuma (@/ollieeyy)

Idia x Yume (@/comingyourlugubriousness)

Malleus x Reina (@/inkblot-mirror)

Silver x Yuukuro (@/beneathsakurashade)

Sebek x Thea (@/althea-and-alcestris)

Lilia x Via (@/galacticstationsblog)

Crowley x Tammy (@/miss-atena)

Crewel x Ezra (@/boopshoops)

Trein x

Sam x

Vargas x

Neige x Beiyuu (@/silksatinbonnet)

Rollo x Beto

Che'nya x Rem

Fellow x Polaris (@/nerdazzler)

Is there a deadline for submitting OCs? Can I join even weeks after the project starts?

You can join anytime or, if you're already a member, add new OCs! There is no deadline.

Can I leave the project?

I'd be sad to see you leave, but it's entirely your choice!

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OCs in the project

We currently have 100+ OCs made by more than 70 creators in the project. They include Yuus, NRC students, faculty, and even some friends from RSA! Join in on the fun and include your own OCs in the project. (✿◕‿◕)

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] Kinktober Day 13: "Masturbation"

Summary: With you being the only girl on campus, Leona already had an idea that there would be competition! Luckily for him however, catching you alone at night proved to be his lucky break.

Warning(s): Solo Masturbation (Leona fingers the reader), Teasing, Slight Bullying (I got a thing for Leona being mean man), Fingering, Leona being possessive (in kinda a jealous way tbh).

Side Note(s): Okay so a few things mostly in regards to how I'm going to treat anything I write for TWST from now on. One, I'm going to write as if Night Raven College was an actual college. For the sake of me being confused as to what's what regarding the school system, I gotta do what I gotta do in order to help myself 💀.

Two— y'all I gotta update my yuu oc's sheet. I'm seeing so many fancy ones on here that it's giving me major inspo.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself at first but...Leona Kingscholar had a crush.

Sure, it was easy to say that it was only a matter of time before he gained one on you, especially when you were the only girl on campus but he thought he had more strength of will than that! So many others had a crush on you, too many fools lamenting about how they either wanted to date you or sleep with you. It was becoming annoying at this rate, and at first? Leona couldn't wait to hear the news that Headmaster Crowley had finally found your home and sent you back, just so he could stop hearing students in SavannaClaw constantly groaning about you.

Then it began to divulge into something else.

One class period, strangely enough, you were without your cat. In every class he had shared with you prior, you were always preoccupied with the cat and seemed to feed off his mischief and antics. Like a little duckling trying to mimic every single living thing in order to find its place.

Bothersome.

But he ignored it well enough until he witnessed you being...focused for once. And there, he gained a strange warmth in his chest as he found himself staring, admiring your gracefulness as you sat in your chair and the way you showed a surprising amount of intelligence, one that was usually hidden away by how much you were coddling the only other member of that Ramshackle Dorm. Sure, he didn't have much room to admire nor talk about someone being focused with how little he cared for his classes personally but...there was something regal about you in particular being focused.

But, as quick as he felt that warmth blooming, he snuffed it out.

No way was he entering a pointless rat race for one girl when thousands of other students were competing in the same competition.

Until tonight.

When he found you sitting all on your lonesome inside the Botanical Gardens, reading a book no less.

"Herbivore?" He smirked at how fast you responded to the name he had given you.

You quickly closed the book and stood. "L-Leona?" You gulped. "What are you doing out so late?"

"I could ask the same of you," He rose his brow, his gaze going from the book in your hand to the clothes you were wearing. You looked as if you had just rolled out of bed and decided to walk out of your room. "It's dangerous to be out so late, a lot of predators hunt at night and you're easy prey."

You rolled your eyes, deciding to sit back down on the bench and scoot over enough to allow the prince some room to sit if he wished.

Shockingly, he took the silent offer. "Enough of the animal references," You huffed. "It's safe on this campus, much better than my world where I actually need to be afraid." Leona flicked his ear at your wording, he was tempted to press further on your meaning but...he decided to leave the matter for another time. After all, his original reason for being out here was simple. He felt like going out for a nighttime stroll, feel the cool breeze on his skin and all that and maybe taking a small nap here as well.

With you being here although...his plans started to shift a little.

"A romance book?" You slammed your novel shut when Leona pointed out the genre of your book, a blush quickly appearing on your cheeks as you immediately shot a glare to the prince. "Fairytales don't exist herbivore." He chuckled quietly at the growing red on your face.

"For your information, it's not a fairytale. It's a play!" You huffed. "Romeo and Juliet, a tale of forbidden lovers, do you have anything like that in this world?" The beastman shrugged his shoulders, although he was well-versed in different literatures. Romance and forbidden love stories were never his preferred genre to read, to him? It always felt like something to give to young princesses who were hoping that some tall knight would sweep them off of their feet.

He tsked at the very thought of it. "There are plenty of forbidden love stories in this world. Your little book is probably just as predictable as the next one."

"Oh really?"

He nodded his head. "Let me guess...someone dies in the book? Maybe both of them?"

Leona laughed at your silence, causing you to gently shove at his arm at his confidence. Personally, you wouldn't lie to yourself when you said that the idea of a love story appealed to you, especially more so now that you were in a world where magic and princes existed! Hell, you were talking to one right now! However, as you looked at him through the corner of your vision...he wasn't anything like Romeo. He was arrogant, blunt, and a little bit rude. You hadn't forgotten that his ambitious plan lead to you nearly being ran over during the Spelldrive games!

But despite all that? Those very same attributes...they attracted you all the same.

Suddenly, Leona caught a scent in the air, one that made him breathe deeply before exhaling slowly. "What's going on in that head of yours herbivore?" He questioned with a tilt of his head.

"I'm thinking about when you're going to leave and let me continue reading," You lied through your teeth, causing the prince to smirk as he slowly moved closer to you, still giving you ample room to move away in case you were uncomfortable. Yet...as that scent grew sweeter and more potent, it seemed that you were anything but uncomfortable with his presence. "Really?" He pressed. "Something tells me you're thinking about something else herbivore...perhaps this prince can grant it for you."

You twitched a little when Leona suddenly placed a hand on your thigh. The scent of an earthy soap on his body reached your nostrils and, steadily, you began to feel your mind slipping a little.

Until you remembered, you had to hold strong. "...I'm thinking about how much I want you to get away from me." You continued to try and lie, your futile attempts making the prince's smirk grow even more as he continued to laugh.

"Cute," He scoffed. "You know...if you're honest, I'll reward you really nicely." His hand began to move a little, not traveling either upward or downward but only drawing a circle in your skin with his thumb. Your breathing became heavier, the scent of your growing arousal making the prince feel as if he were sipping on the most delectable wine in all the lands. Still, he wanted to hear a word of consent from you before he proceeded.

"Reward?" You panted, gulping before you gained the courage to look Leona in the eyes where his green orbs seemed to almost glow in the darkness. "What...what reward are you talking about?"

"What fun is there in telling you when I can show you?" His thumb stilled as you considered your response. There was little point in denying it to yourself, you could feel that you were absolutely soaked, your sex twitching in anticipation of Leona's touch whilst you could almost feel yourself drowning in the prince's gaze. You wanted to tell yourself that you had no business having sex with a prince, risking the possibility of developing more of an attachment to this world than you already were. But...it was way too hard to think that way when you so badly wanted to feel his warmth. "Show me." You finally whispered.

Finally, Leona's lips found your own before his hand eagerly moved up to your clothed pussy. He laughed against your lips, parting briefly from you as he licked his lips clean of your sweet-tasting lipstick. "Already this wet for me herbivore? All that talk earlier must've been a heap of lies." He then pressed another kiss to your lips before peppering a trail of kisses down your cheek and to the side of your neck. Oh, he was so tempted to mark you right here and right now in this garden but...Leona willed himself to play the long game rather than try to obtain all of his winnings in one single night. He'd get you addicted to his touch first, getting you to beg and plead for him to take you but, as cruel as it would be, he'd deny you. After all, it was more fun to have you come to him rather than him come to you.

"Ah..." You moaned sweetly, the beastman's ears perking to the sound.

"I-It's because you're so d-damn arrogant..." You said breathlessly before you whined at the feeling of cold air hitting your sex when Leona pulled your underwear to the side. The prince ignored your words, too focused on how you squeaked and shuddered each time he kissed you and especially how you grabbed at his shoulders like a lifeline when he began to touch your twitching sex.

"All this just from talking to me, herbivore?" He then trailed his lips back up to your cheek before whispering in your ear. "How shameless..." He continued to lightly scold you before he dipped a finger inside your pussy, your grip upon his shoulders getting tighter from the action.

"And here you were reading a romance novel...did your precious characters do something like this in that little book of yours?"

You shook your head with a whiney 'no' in response. "Oh?" Leona briefly flashed his teeth as he smiled. "You must've been really eager for something like this to happen then," He continued to whisper in your ear as his finger began to lightly thrust in and out of your pussy, the sound of your moans increasing only making the prince's cock strain harder in his pants. But, for the moment, he'd ignore his own desires in other to please you.

"You have a crush on anyone?" Leona lightly nipped your ear.

He felt his ego grow when you shook your head no, he had a completely blank slate to work off of. To make sure that you got addicted to him and no one else. "My lucky day then...I get a cute lil' herbivore to play around with then. It'd be pretty awkward to fuck you with my fingers before you'd leave and smile in your crush's face next." Then, he curled his finger a little, a whine leaving your lips when he suddenly hit your g-spot. At the sound, Leona began to press into that spot with more accuracy, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to your body.

"L-Leona!" You gasped.

"Tch, you sound like a lioness in heat. All from a little fingering?" He teased. A knot began to form in the pit of your stomach as you continued to clench around Leona's finger at his words, the combination of his typically rude and sarcastic tone mixed with the pleasure he was delivering you making your head spin. Then, Leona added a second finger and his thumb into the mix. The addition of the rubbing against your clit and the increased thickness from the second finger making you whine Leona's name.

He had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants like some teenager at the sound. "F-Fuck—! L-Leona...!" You gasped. "Your fingers...f-feel so good..."

"Yeah?" He placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips. "You're so much more honest when you have a couple of fingers tending to this needy hole of yours, don't you?" He chuckled.

You dumbly nodded your head, your further honesty to his question only making his ego grow as the pace of his thrusts increased. He had to cover your mouth with his hand to help muffle your moans, the feeling of your drool against his palm making the prince hiss at the dirtiness of it all. In this moment, he felt more akin to a thief rather than a prince. Stealing away the purity of the seemingly innocent princess, who was "promised" to her knight. Leona moaned at the thought, and what's more? With the way you called out his name and clung to him like you were begging him to give you pleasure, trying to continue to plead your case for him to give you what you so desperately want, Leona couldn't deny how quickly his desires for you grew.

"So loud herbivore..." He said with an unusually sweet tone as his ears started to move to the sound of your cunt beginning to squelch. Your slick started to stick to Leona's palm and drip down onto the bench, filling the air with the smell of sex as Leona picked up the pace of his fingers even more. "Gonna cum soon? Your drippin'."

You answered with a loud moan as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head while your hips started to thrust onto his fingers in time with his movements. Your cunt tightened around his fingers, making the prince have to put more work into fucking you until...you whined loudly behind his palm, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers rapidly before you finally relaxed as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

When you made a noise of discomfort though, he finally removed his fingers.

"Dirty," He mumbled, spreading his fingers as he lewdly played with your slick before finally sticking the digits into his mouth.

You blushed at the sight, weakly turning your head to the side before Leona snickered and made you face him once more. "Next time...let's do this in my dorm room, hm?"

[kefiteria]

Flavors of Affection

Sebek x Reader

summary: Sebek’s sandwiches aren’t just the highlight of your day—they’re a secret act of care that’s way more personal than you ever expected!

You’re seated on a bench in the courtyard of Night Raven College, enjoying your daily sandwich. It’s become a cherished part of your routine: every day, Sebek hands you a sandwich with his usual brusque demeanour, grumbling something about “proper nutrition” and stalking off before you can thank him properly. You’ve always assumed he buys them from a high-end bakery or the cafeteria since they’re far too perfect to be anything else.

Taking a bite, you hum in delight, the flavours melting perfectly on your tongue. “This is honestly the best sandwich I’ve ever had~” you murmur to yourself, savouring the moment.

Before you can take another bite, a familiar, mischievous voice interrupts. “Ah, I see you’re enjoying one of Sebek’s masterpieces!”

Startled and nearly dropping your sandwich as Lilia appears seemingly out of nowhere. His playful grin and sparkling eyes betray his intentions— he’s here to stir up trouble.

“Sebek’s… masterpieces?” you repeat, confused.

“Oh, yes~” Lilia says, his voice dripping with amusement. “Surely, you didn’t think those came from the cafeteria?”

You tilt your head, fleeting smile curving your lips, a soundless melody of mirth escaping as if to dismiss the absurdity of the moment. “No, but I thought he bought them from some fancy bakery or something. There’s no way these are homemade—they’re way too perfect!”

Lilia chuckles, his grin widening. “No way, you say? Well, let me enlighten you, my dear. Those sandwiches you’ve been enjoying so much? Homemade. By Sebek. Every single day.”

A faintest blink quivering in your lashes betraying disbelief, your voice a measured murmur veiling astonishment as you utter, "You're joking." to Lilia.

“Not at all~” Lilia replies, clearly enjoying himself. He leans in conspiratorially, as if sharing a great secret.

“Every morning, Sebek wakes up before dawn to prepare these. He insists on sourcing the freshest ingredients, meticulously measuring and slicing everything to perfection. He even tests different combinations in his spare time to ‘maximise nutritional efficiency.’ A true labour of devotion, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your jaw drops. “That… that can’t be true. Sebek wouldn’t—”

“WOULDN’T WHAT?” Sebek’s voice rings out across the courtyard, startling you for the second time. He marches over, his expression a mix of panic and flustered. “LILIA! What nonsense are you spouting now?”

“Oh, nothing nonsensical~” Lilia says innocently, though his smirk betrays him. “I was just explaining how much effort you put into their daily sandwiches. The early mornings, the precision, the care—”

“LILIA!” Sebek practically yells, his face already glowing red. He spins to face you, his expression caught between embarrassment and defiance.

“D-Don’t listen to him! He’s exaggerating! I only make them because it’s my duty as a retainer of Lord Malleus to ensure that those in his circle are properly cared for! That’s all!”

“Wait. So it’s true? You’ve been making these every day?” Your gaze locks on him, wide-eyed and unguarded.

Sebek stiffens, his posture rigid as he struggles to maintain his composure. “I… well, yes, but it’s not a big deal! It’s merely a logical course of action! As Lord Malleus’s retainer, it is my responsibility to—”

“—wake up at ungodly hours and prepare gourmet sandwiches?” Lilia interjects, his smirk growing impossibly wider.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sebek shouts, his voice cracking slightly. He turns back to you, his face now a deep shade of crimson. “It’s simply… efficient! And you clearly needed better nutrition, so I—!” He stumbles over his words, visibly flustered.

Your lips falter, trembling with the weight of a stifled laugh, while a betraying warmth blooms across your cheeks, vivid and unbidden. “Sebek, these sandwiches are incredible. I honestly thought they came from a professional bakery. You’re really talented.”

Sebek’s eyes widen, and he looks away, clearly overwhelmed. “I-I am merely following a recipe! It’s nothing extraordinary!” He clenches his fists, trying desperately to appear calm. “And anyway, it’s for Lord Malleus’s benefit! If you were to falter in your duties because of poor health, it would reflect poorly on him!”

Lilia clasps his hands together, his tone mockingly tender. “Oh, such devotion! Showing your care through food—how sweet of you, Sebek.”

“LILIA, I— UH SILVER WE SHOULD FIND HIM—” Sebek bellows, his voice carrying across the courtyard. His hands twitch as though he’s seconds away from attempting to throttle the older fae.

Unable to help feeling a bit flustered yourself, you decided to shrugged it with a chuckle. “Thank you, Sebek. Really. These sandwiches have been the highlight of my days. I had no idea you were putting so much effort into them.”

Sebek looks at you, his mouth opening and closing as though searching for words. “I-It’s not as though I… I mean…” He clears his throat, the pale shells of his ears betraying him with a sudden flush, as if a hidden ember had flared to life beneath the skin. “You’re welcome...” he mutters, barely audible.

A thought strikes you, and you smile. “You know, I’d like to return the favour. How about I make something for you next time?”

“W-What? That’s unnecessary! There’s no need for you to trouble yourself—” Sebek’s head snaps up, his eyes wide in alarm.

“I insist!” you interrupt, grinning. “It’s only fair, don’t you think? Besides, I’d like to see if I can make something you’d enjoy.”

Sebek stammers, clearly flustered beyond belief. “I… I suppose… if you insist… But don’t think this is some sort of… reciprocation! It’s merely…” He trails off, his face burning. “Just don’t embarrass yourself...” he finishes weakly.

Lilia chuckles as he starts to saunter off, calling over his shoulder, “Oh, I’ll be eagerly awaiting the results, dear! This should be quite the spectacle.”

Sebek clears his throat, his face still flushed, and glances at Lilia with determination. “Right. Well, it’s time to find Silver. He’s probably asleep in the classroom again.”

As they begin to leave, Sebek walks past you, his pace just a little slower than it should be. His hand brushes yours as he passes, the contact so subtle it almost feels like a whisper. It’s a brief touch, but there’s something deliberate in it, as if he's saying, “See you later.” without saying a word.

Your heart lurches, a delicate stumble in the rhythm of its beat, as the warmth of his touch lingers, suspended in the air like a faint, dissolving echo. It leaves you flustered, the uncertainty of its meaning creeping through you, as if the gesture, so fleeting, could be both innocent and something more, though you can’t quite grasp which.

Sebek doesn’t turn back, yet in the stillness that follows, you feel the subtle flutter of something unsaid, a whisper in the space he leaves behind, too quiet to name, but unmistakably there.

[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