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kakuvibez · 3 days ago

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Hey can you make a eah x twst fic one with apple reader x rook vil and epel

TWST ┃ YANDERE POMEFIORE x APPLE! READER┃M.LIST

Where Apple! Reader find themselves in a boy school as a transfer student,,

Signature spell: CHARMING,, With her powers of charming, [N] Apple can literally hypnotize anyone with her looks to do a good deed. She can also summon any good magical creature or regular animal to aid her.

"There's a lot of pressure when you’re next in line to be "the fairest of them all"

"The most fabulous of them all"

"Let me just say I will preside over this school like I will my future kingdom: perfectly!"

"Well, it's eating that carrot awfully fast! Which will give it a really EVIL tummy ache!"

"True Hearts Day! Aren't you just totally excited? It used to be such an important day on the Royal Calender. Ah, love. Finding our pre-determined princes."

Being the fairest wasn’t just about beauty—it was about perfection.

And at Night Raven College, you were perfection personified.

The moment you stepped into Night Raven College, it was clear that you were special.

Your beauty, your charm—everything about you demanded attention. And the students of Pomefiore took notice immediately.

With your dazzling looks, regal presence, and signature spell Charming, you could effortlessly sway even the most stubborn of hearts to do good. But here, in Pomefiore, that perfection came at a cost.

Vil was the first to claim you.

Vil had expectations. You were to embody grace, discipline, and refinement in every aspect. There was no room for failure.

"You must always look your best," he’d murmur, running a critical eye over your outfit, adjusting a stray strand of hair. "After all, perfection is expected of someone like you."

Rook? He adored you in his own unsettling way. Every move you made, every word you spoke—he was there, watching, admiring, whispering about your beauty like an artist enchanted by his muse.

Rook was more… poetic in his obsession.

"Ah, mon trésor, you are like a golden apple glistening in the sunlight!" His eyes would glimmer with admiration, always watching. Always knowing where you were. "I must keep you safe from any who wish to tarnish your splendor."

And Epel? He was different. He didn’t want to be captivated by you, but he was. No matter how hard he tried to act tough, one glance from you, one sweet request, and he was completely under your spell. He wasn’t as direct as the others, but his grip on your wrist would tighten whenever another student tried to talk to you. "Why do you even need to talk to them?" he’d grumble. "Aren’t we enough?"

But being the fairest meant more than just admiration.

It meant you belonged to Pomefiore.

And they were never letting you go.

---

"Perfection isn’t an option. It’s a requirement."

Your reflection shimmered in the grand mirror of Pomefiore’s dorm, Vil standing behind you with a critical gaze.

"Chin up. Shoulders back," he instructed. "A queen does not slouch."

You obeyed instinctively. Years of royal training had made it second nature, but there was something different about Vil’s expectations. More… rigid.

"Remember, dear," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You are the fairest of them all. You must act accordingly."

Behind him, Rook sighed dreamily. "Ah, ma belle étoile, you shine like the dawn itself!"

You offered a polite smile, but inside, your stomach twisted.

Epel, standing by the door, frowned. "Ain’t like they’re some kinda doll," he muttered, crossing his arms. But even he couldn’t meet your eyes directly. Not when he knew one glance would have him melting into obedience.

Vil’s gaze sharpened. "Epel."

The boy flinched.

"Mind your manners," Vil warned before turning back to you. His violet eyes softened just slightly. "You belong here, [Name]. You wouldn’t want to disappoint us, would you?"

The way he said it—so sweet, so gentle—sent shivers down your spine.

No. You couldn’t disappoint them.

Not when perfection was the only thing keeping you safe.

Being the fairest in Pomefiore wasn’t a privilege—it was a cage, an expectation that you set yourself to be. Vil molded you into his ideal of beauty, Rook worshiped you like a divine being, and Epel—despite his protests—was drawn to you in ways he didn’t understand.

---

"You’re spending too much time outside Pomefiore," Vil’s voice was silky but firm, his violet eyes narrowing. "That is unacceptable."

"I was just talking to—" Your sweet voice tried to explain but was intruped

Vil held up a perfectly manicured hand. "Enough. You belong here, with us."

Rook chuckled from the doorway, his green eyes gleaming. "Oui, oui~! The fairest of them all should not waste her time with peasants!"

You swallowed. "I-I don’t think—" as you fix your crown as a nervous habit.

Epel stepped forward, his lips set in a stubborn pout. "It’s better this way. Just stay with us. You don’t need anyone else." The heavy perfume of Pomefiore’s halls suddenly felt suffocating.

You tried to turn away, to run or just hide from the wrong smell, but Rook was already behind you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders.

"Now, now, mon amour," he whispered. "There’s no need to be afraid." You cover your nose as the smell got stronger.

Vil’s fingers traced your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "You should be grateful, dear. We’re simply ensuring that you remain… perfect."

You felt your stomach drop. This wasn’t love. You didn't know about love, but you knew whatever this was, it wasn't it. You felt Epel's hands gripping your waist. And no matter how much you struggled, their grip on you would never loosen.

After all—who would let a perfect apple rot in someone else’s hands?

---

Vil Schoenheit

- "Imperfection is unacceptable. If you falter, I will correct you."

- "A ruler must be flawless. I will shape you into the queen you were meant to be."

- "You are the fairest of them all. But only because I allow it."

- "Perfection must be maintained. And you, my dear, are too precious to let anyone ruin you."

- "If you think you can escape me, you clearly don’t understand how this world works."

- "A diamond like you belongs in my crown. Nowhere else."

Rook Hunt

- "No one shall harm you, ma chérie. Not when I am always watching~"

- "Ah, how exquisite! Your beauty, your grace—I must capture this moment forever!"

- "You cannot escape the eyes of a hunter, my dear apple. And I am the greatest of them all."

- "Ah~ mon trésor! No matter where you run, my eyes will always find you!"

- "You shine brighter than any star! It is my duty to keep such radiance untouched by unworthy hands!"

- "Ah, but you do love us, don’t you? After all, we only want what is best for you!"

Epel Felmier

- "I ain’t under your spell! I’m not—!... Okay, maybe a little, but that ain't fair!"

- "Vil says I gotta protect ya. Like you even need protection when ya can make anyone do whatever ya want..."

- "Tch… why do ya have to be so… so damn mesmerizing?"

- "I hate when others look at you. Makes me wanna break somethin’."

- "You don’t need those guys. You’ve got us. That’s enough."

- "If they think they can take you from us, they’ve got another thing coming."

You may be the fairest of them all… but in Pomefiore, beauty is owned. You are their prized possession, their treasured jewel, and they will never let you go.

You were their crown jewel.

And a jewel like you?

Could never be stolen away.

After all, a perfect apple… must never fall into the wrong hands.

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #ever after high reader #twst wonderland #gender neutral reader #yandere twisted wonderland #ever after high #apple reader #yandere twst

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tokkiwrites · 2 months ago

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Hi happy holidays! Can you please do a Sergei kravinoff smut x innocent female virgin reader “babe in the woods” trope. Sergei is immediately fixated on reader and wants her to be his grude & mother of his children. He immediately marries and later takes her virginity. He hopes to impregnate her from their first time together. Ty!

thank you for this request, anon! and sorry it took so long to post. I've had it written, but it just took a while for me to get the smut part going. i hope you like it!

Sergei Kravinoff × F!Reader ♰ themes of stalking, obsessive Sergei, kidnapping, Kraven is a weirdo and needs to be locked up, i would say innocent reader but more so an unbothered reader kind of, she is just confused, forced marriage, themes of Stockholm syndrome, loss of virginity, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, unprotected p in v, Sergei wants to get the reader pregnant.

The woods were quiet, save for the whisper of wind threading through the branches above. You loved this time of day when the sun filtered gold and green through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth. It was your sanctuary, far from the clamor of town and the heavy, watchful eyes of others. Here, no one could accuse you of being strange, or sheltered, or too naive. You simply were.

The faint crack of a branch made you stop mid-step, your basket of wildflowers swinging lightly at your hip. “Hello?” You called, voice soft, hesitant. The forest had always been safe— or so it felt. until now, you had never had the need to question it.

He emerged from the shadows, and your breath caught. The man was massive. A towering figure, his broad shoulders draped in animal pelts and his chest bare save for the crisscrossing scars that marked him as something primal, dangerous. His face was angular, carved from stone, with piercing eyes that pinned you where you stood.

Sergei Kravinoff. The name would mean nothing to you, but to others, it struck fear—a hunter of men and beasts, a predator who bent the wilderness to his will. He did not speak at first. He only looked at you, as if you were some rare, delicate creature he had stumbled upon. The longer his eyes lingered, the hotter your cheeks burned.

“Who are you?” you asked, clutching the basket to your chest. His lips curved into a smile, though there was nothing warm in it. “I am Sergei,” he said, his voice low, thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “And you" he paused for a bit. " Should not wander alone in places like this. The world is not kind to lambs.” You blinked at him, confused. “Lambs?”

“You,” he clarified, taking a step closer. His sheer presence seemed to draw the air from your lungs. “Soft. Untouched. So trusting.” You took an instinctive step back, and his smile widened, as if he enjoyed your unease. “I—I’ve never seen you here before. Are you lost?”

“No,” he said simply, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “But perhaps I have found something worth staying for.”

It reeked of dangerㅡ death. yet you still came back.

Over the next week, you saw him again and again. Always in the woods, always watching. At first, you told yourself it was a coincidence. this strange man simply shared your love for the forest. But his presence became impossible to ignore. He never tried to speak much, yet his eyes seemed to devour you every time, as though he were committing every detail of your face to memory. You should have been afraid. You should have stopped going to the woods entirely. But something about him fascinated you. He was so unlike the boys in town, who stammered and avoided your gaze, intimidated by your quietness. Sergei was bold, unflinching. He seemed to look right through you, to the parts of yourself you didn’t even understand.

you little lamb.

“Why do you keep following me?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening though not entirely. “Because you are mine.” The bluntness of his words made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know you.”

“You will,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and though you should have flinched away, you didn’t. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent even, even if his rough fingers scratched your skin. “I have decided. You will be my bride.”

“Bride?” You echoed the word foreign and strange on your tongue. “But we’ve only just—” you laughed. surely it must be a joke. “You are meant for me, little lamb” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have hunted all my life, little one. I know when I have found my prize.” Suddenly, the world went dark.

maybe it was all just a bad and confusing dream. though his touch still lingered.

You woke in the morning to find yourself not in your small, familiar room. outside the window that overlooked the bed you were in, the forest. The air smelled of pine and smoke, and outside, the trees loomed tall and unyielding. Panic gripped you as you sat up, heart racing. “Where—” The door creaked open, and there he was, filling the frame with his imposing presence. “You are awake,” Sergei said, his tone calm, almost pleasedㅡ excited. He carried a tray with food: fresh berries, bread, and cheese. “Eat. Now."

“Where am I?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why did you—” He set the tray down, cutting you off with a look. “You are safe. That is all you need to know.”

“I am not! This isn’t right,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he said sharply, though his expression softened as he stepped closer. “I have waited long enough. You do not understand, but you will. I will take care of you. Protect you. You will want for nothing, my little one.”

You shook your head, backing away from him, but he caught your wrist with startling ease. His touch was firm, yet not cruel. “Do not fear me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I would never hurt you. You are too precious.”

Sergei did not wait long to make you his.

The days in the cabin blurred together, each one steeped in an odd rhythm. Sergei’s presence was constant, protective, and overwhelming. He would watch you eat, his sharp eyes softening whenever you complied. He brought you small gifts: wildflowers, trinkets carved from wood, pelts to keep you warm. He never let you wander far, always ensuring you were within sight. And though he never forced his touch upon you, you could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

In the evening, as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls, Sergei sat across from you. He leaned forward, large hands resting on his knees. “It is time,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Time?” you echoed, your throat dry. “For us to marry.” You stared at him, heart pounding. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what you want from me. I—I never— You kidnapped me!”

“You were made for this,” he said, cutting you off. his eyes were setting you a-light, it made your skin prickle. “You think I do not see it? Your purity. Your innocence. You were meant to be a wife. My wife.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “But I’m not— I need to marry someone I love!"

“You are ready,” he insisted, his tone softening only slightly. “I have waited long enough. It will be done."

And it was.

The ceremony was simple, ritualistic. Sergei had prepared everything. rings made from woven silver, a bearskin cloak to drape over your shoulders as a symbol of protection. There was no priest, no people, only the two of you and the forest as your witness. He spoke vows in a language you did not understand, his voice deep and reverent, as though he were offering you up to some ancient force. When it was your turn, your voice faltered, but under his watchful gaze, you repeated the words he taught you.

“You are mine,” he said at the end, taking your face in his hands. His eyes burned with possessive fire. “And I am yours.”

but every wolf gets hungry eventually.

When night fell, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the thick wool blanket. Sergei entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He had shed his usual pelts, his bare chest glowing in the firelight.

“You are trembling,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame now not so intimidating. “Are you afraid of me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. "I don’t know... what you expect from me? What you w-want...”

“I expect you to trust me,” he said simply, his hand brushing against your cheek. “You are my wife now. It is my duty to show you what that means.” Your breath stopped as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I will not hurt you,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “But you are mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”

His lips met yours— soft at first, testing, as though he feared you might shatter like porcelain. But when you didn’t pull away, his kiss deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands cradled your face, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

“I have waited for this,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Waited to claim what is mine.” You didn’t resist as he laid you down, his hands tracing over your trembling form. He was patient, guiding you gently, his touch surprisingly tender for someone so fierce. But his intent was clear.

oh, little lamb.

rugged hands make their way up and around your hips as his bearded face stays flush against your tender neck. he was ready to devour you. Sergei looked up into your eyes and for the first time you've seen him smile. and as if all of the things you felt caused you fears melted away, so did you into his embrace.

his lips meet yours, and it all finally made sense. you could feel the hunger, the will in him to give his all right here, right now. you wrapped around him like vines on a tree, his low growl of approval making you clench around nothing. it all felt so new, yet familiar, as if somehow, this wasn't the first time. the forest outside sung as your quiet moans filled the cabin. Sergei discards all of your clothes with ease, leaving you in nothing as you stayed splayed on the bed. the fur coverings under, pooled around your body, the moonlight dripped on you like dew in spring and you looked like a precious painting.

with no time to wait, sergei quickly gets naked. it wasn't the first time you saw him like this, but it was the first time you saw it. to say all that fear bubbled up into your stomach was an understatement. you gulped down as your glossy eyes looked at him up and down. "Spread your legs for me." it wasn’t a request, it was an order. and you obey. spreading your legs you give him a full view of you dripping cunt, and sergei throws his head back with a low groan. you finally speak up. "IㅡI am a...a virgin." it all seemed so silly to say now. "I know." he smiles in the corner of his mouth. "Smelled it on you the first time we met." and you whimper. "I will get you ready now." somehow, you knew what it meant. He kneels in front of you on the bed, pulling you so that you thighs are right over his, your puffy lips on full display. two of his digits make their way up to your mouth. "Suck." you comply.

after that was done, his calloused fingers make their way between your folds, gathering up the juices you've been dripping. You whimpered softly and Sergei shushed you, rubbing small circles on your plushy thigh with his other hand. He pushes one of his fingers inside, and you can feel it. It didn’t hurt, not yet, it was just strange and new. the second finger comes quick after and he starts pumping them, swirling them around as his lips made contact with your swollen bud. Your eyes jot open as this feeling washes over you, and you can't help but let your legs shake uncontrollably. The fire wave envelopes you whole before it comes to an agonizing stop. You open your eyes again and above you is Sergei, his shaft in his hand as he aligns it with your asking entrance. "If it hurts...yell. Scream as much as you want. Hurt me back. I am here to teach you."

and teach you he does. he pushes in slowly and the stretch is agonizing, the pain making all of your muscles tense. "It's alright, I'm here, little girl." you let out a sigh, the tears slipping past your lids when you open your eyes. the moon engulfed Sergei in It's beautiful light, his silhouette looking as if it was carved out perfectly. a couple of inches, then some more, and some moreㅡ until he is fully inside. you bite down on your tongue, but Sergei preps soft kisses along your jaw and you seem to forget about the pain. "You're doing so, so good. So good for me." he hums, taking in a big breath of your smell before he snaps his hips slowly. In a few seconds, the burn turned into a delicious feeling you couldn’t quite describe. And though it felt so new, your body fell in place right into Sergei’s touch, as if it were meant to be.

When he finally started to move faster, his groan was one of triumph, a sound that you know will echo in your ears long after. “You will give me childrenㅡ" he said, voice low and ragged as he moved inside of you. “Strong sons and daughters. Our legacy will begin tonight.”

your legs quiver around him, but he leaves no room for mercy. Above you, he looked just as a predator ready to swallow his pray whole. you weren't one to fight back, and you really didn't want to. you back stayed arched against the coverings of the bed, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he pumped into you. your tummy was churning, and your head was dizzyㅡ you were far gone, too drunk on the way he perfectly hit that spot with each thrust. "You were made for me, made to take meㅡ fuck, you are so beautiful." you whimper, feeling that fire wave starting to take over again. your velvet walls squeeze around him, causing him to growl. Sergei leans forward, propping one of your legs above his shoulder, the angle making you gasp for air. you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. An animal. His eyes grew darker, lips crooked in a smile before he delivered his final blow.

you come undone right under his fingertips, writhing and shaking as small pleads fall from your lips. You can feel his seed deep within you, threatening to slip out around his cock that was still inside of you, pulsing. "Good girl."

he prays it sticks.

Sergei’s obsession with you only deepened—he barely let you out of his sight, his touch lingering whenever he could. Yet there was a softness in him, a desire to make you happy, even as he bent you to his will.

He began teaching you small things. how to tend the fire, how to skin an animal, how to defend yourself should a predator come. But you were never allowed to go far. “Why can’t I leave?” you asked one afternoon, your frustration bubbling over. Sergei turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Because the world is cruel, little one. It will devour you. You are too soft, too trusting. Here, you are safe.”

“Safe,” you repeated bitterly. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his gaze softening. “I would rather you hate me than lose you.” you were beginning to see the truth of it. his love for you was consumin and obsessive, but it was real. He worshipped you, protected you, but at the cost of your freedom. And yet, part of you began to adapt. To find comfort in his arms, in the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered.

Perhaps you were.

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